Saturday -- Day One
Jack Mitchell leaned against his front porch railing, watching the moving truck and activity next door as his new neighbors moved in. He was glad the house would no longer be empty, and curious about who would be living next door to him in his suburban Southern California neighborhood that he'd lived in for three months. He'd heard that it was a young couple.
After four years of hundred-hour workweeks as a junior principle at a tech start-up, the majority owner had sold out to Google and the job ended. Jack got a big payout, and he used a chunk of it to buy an ocean-front cabin and then design and build his first-ever house at the end of a cul-de-sac, replete with a pool in a secluded backyard and a workout room. At 25, Jack apparently had it all.
Except a woman. There'd been one serious relationship, and Jack had no trouble hooking up with pretty much any woman he desired, although he had not often taken advantage of that. He was handsome with curly black hair, a warm smile, and the charm to attract any woman. While work had consumed his life, Jack had not neglected his health or body, running and hitting the weight room, working out daily. At 6' 2" and 210 pounds of pure muscle, he was considered by women to be a "hunk".
A flash of blonde hair and bare leg caught his eye, walking down the ramp of the moving van. He couldn't get a good look, but it appeared that the lady of the house might be a looker -- he resolved to check that out.
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Andy and Anna Clarke were excited to move from the cramped apartment across town to their own house. Andy was a very bright and talented accountant. At 5' 9", 155 pounds and fairly handsome, he wasn't exactly a woman's dream, but his kind, easy manner had been enough to capture Anna's heart two years ago.
Anna, on the other hand, was simply stunning, a fact she hadn't grasped. She had just turned 22 and was tall at 5' 9" and 120 pounds, with long, naturally curly blonde tresses that she usually wore in a ponytail. Her beautiful face was adorned with a spattering of freckles, a cute button nose, bright blue eyes and naturally long eyelashes that women envied. But the eyelashes weren't all other women were jealous of.
She was considered skinny and somewhat plain in her high-school years. Her envy of the male attention the other, more developed girls garnered stunted her self-esteem, so she rarely dated. Then, at 18, womanhood struck Anna with a vengeance. She grew four inches in a year, and suddenly there were curves everywhere. Her flat bottom developed into a perfect, heart shaped derriere with curvy hips. Her legs were long and gracefully sculpted, her tummy perfectly flat.
But it was between her cute belly button and her graceful neck that mother nature had particularly blessed Anna Leigh Patterson, later Anna Clarke. Her A-cup breasts, which had never required her to wear a bra, suddenly started to grow and grow. She was full C-cup by her 19
th
birthday when she met Andy. She had gone from being invisible to the boys to being very self-conscious of her suddenly voluptuous body. Her breasts were full, round, and perky, and were capped by big, beautiful, upturned nipples in the center of dusky, wide areolas. These nipples, on top of her big boobs, made Anna even more self-conscious of her body, so she chose to wear padded bras to hide them. The nipple problem was not just their prominent size, but also their sensitivity. They hardened at the slightest coolness and popped up instantly when she was sexually aroused -- which wasn't often. She never went braless, even to bed.
She met Andy in college, was attracted to his easy-going personality and they married after dating a year. He was captivated by her beauty, her radiant smile, and her utter lack of pretention.
Andy was the first and only man she had slept with, so she had nothing to compare him to. He was tender and kind in bed. While Anna loved the way he made sweet love to her, she rarely climaxed.
While she thought her "growth spurt" had stopped at 19, she was wrong. To her and Andy's amazement her breasts continued to grow, to a D-Cup when she turned 20 to a DD on her 21
st
birthday. She was embarrassed at their size and the unwanted attention they drew from men - and women. She was forced to spend a lot of money on new bras when she started bursting out of her current selection.
She dressed very conservatively, never wearing anything to draw attention to herself. Andy frequently complimented her on her beauty and tried to get her be "just a bit daring" as he wanted to show her off to his friends -- and to the world. But she wouldn't budge, blushing at every conversation.
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Jack walked next door with a bottle of red wine to meet his new neighbors, encountering Andy in his driveway.
"Hi, I'm Jack, your next-door neighbor." He offered, shaking Andy's hand. Andy was momentarily rendered speechless buy the big, ruggedly-handsome man towering over him.
'A-Andy Clarke, glad to meet you, Jack," he stuttered in reply.
Jack immediately noticed the lack of strength in Andy's handshake. He smiled, "Welcome to the neighborhood. I brought you a housewarming gift," he said, offering Andy the bottle.
Regaining some of his composure, Andy replied. "Thanks, Jack, my wife, Anna, loves red wine. She's around here somewhere." He looked up the driveway and spied her walking their way. "Here she comes -- honey, this is Jack, our neighbor."
Anna appeared from behind the moving truck and walked up to the men. She was wearing loose-fitting shorts that covered her legs almost down to her knees and a baggy sweatshirt. Her hair was loosely held in a ponytail and she wore no makeup on this moving day.
"Hey hon.........." The rest of her words stuck in her throat and she stopped in her tracks when she saw Jack. Andy noticed her unusual reaction and saw her give Jack a long look from head to toe. Jack was wearing workout shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off his manly, muscled torso.
Jack was equally taken aback by the stunning blonde standing in front of him. His gaze hung on her beautiful blue eyes, cute nose and sensuous lips before moving down to the rest of her body, hidden in baggy clothes. He could tell she was busty, but couldn't get a good look. Her calves were toned and beautiful.
Andy saw his new neighbor give his lovely wife a good long, and obviously very approving look. He smiled, proud of the effect Anna had on this handsome man.
Jack snapped out of his reverie. "Hi Anna!" He offered, flashing a huge smile at her and taking her hand. "A pleasure to meet such a lovely lady," he gushed, taking her hand and lightly kissing it.
"N-nice to m-meet you," she stuttered back.
Andy first noticed her face flush at Jack's touch and deep voice. Looking down, he noticed something else. Anna's nipples, snugly encased in her sports bra, had suddenly made an appearance, pushing out through her sweatshirt.
