This is my own work of fantasy fiction, created in my mind for your reading pleasure, hopefully. If this writing resembles you or someone, you know it is one hell of a coincidence. So either read on, or not your choice. If you leave comments, please be kind, I am trying. This story cannot be duplicated in any way, without written from myself. I would like to thank De, for her editing of this story.
Carolyn Johnston sat in her living room watching the snow fall through her picture window while sipping a hot cup of fresh coffee. The snow was piling up at a rather rapid rate and she began to wonder how much would cover the ground before it was over. She loved the sight of fresh snow but she disliked the cleanup that followed. "That's all right", she thought. She had all day to clean off the drive and walkway. Mark, her husband of twelve years, wouldn't be home until six or later. Hell, he didn't care if it snowed as long as he could get to work. Actually, he didn't care what the weather did, or when.
It was his garage that kept him separated from Carolyn. Their marriage had been on the downhill slide for some time. She had tried to put some spark back into their sex life and marriage more times than she cared admit. Mark rarely responded to her changes, he was either too tired or busy for her.
During the first years of their marriage she would dress up and go on her days off. To Carolyn it felt like ages ago. She knew she could still turn heads. Women were still envious of her polished appearance. Her body was still in great shape with few changes over the years.
She thought back to how the mechanics would all eye her up and down when she visited Mark at the garage. A few just stared. She liked it! A LOT! She felt sexy when they leered at her. Mark didn't like her disrupting his employees or the business. Once in a while, Mark would give her a good hard fucking after one of her visits to the garage. Punishment he thought. Carolyn secretly loved it and hoped it would continue. Unfortunately, it didn't so she fantasized a lot. Mark's interest was in growing his garage business; Carolyn was no longer at the top of his priority list.
TGIF she thought as she watched the snow and sipped her coffee feeling deliciously lazy. She was so thankful the hospital offered her of a four-day work week option that included Friday through Sunday off every week. She loved her long weekends, especially during the summer. She loved working outside in the sun tending to her flowers, yard, anything outside. Making things neat and attractive made her feel better inside, despite the troubles in her marriage.
Her dreaming came to a gradual close as she heard the sound of a machine outside. Looking up, she saw a tall well, bundled up man coming down the sidewalk with a snow blower. The snow had almost stopped and he was making short work of the sidewalks.
Carolyn, still in her nightgown, scooted down some on the couch. She didn't know who this person was but she was thankful for him cleaning their walk out by the road. He had obviously caught a glimpse of her as he approached their house, because he gave her a little wave as he went on past to the neighbors. She then realized he was doing everyone's walks on her side of the street. What a nice fellow she thought, but who was he? Scooting around she watched him clean much further down the street. It wasn't long before coming toward her again, cleaning the other side of the street. When he looked her direction this time, she waved generously with a nice smile. Nodding he proceeded down the street. Curiously, she watched him work. Then he started cleaning a driveway two doors down, across the street. It took him a few minutes and then he retrieved mail from the box and went into that same house.
Now she remembered! He had moved in earlier this year when it was still warm out. She was certain they were never introduced. However, she did remember seeing him out in his yard. For an older guy, he was attractive. He was lean, tan, and smiled a lot.
Thinking back he had watched her in yard a few times. Her mind drifted, had he watched her doing yard work, when she was bent over in her shorts. The thought excited her. Had she unknowingly teased him? This line of thought had her nipples hard. She looked his way. He smiled and waved back.
Reality set in. She decided to get her shit together. Carolyn finished her coffee, rinsed her cup and headed to her bedroom. She pulled her nightgown over her head and threw it on the bed, pulled on a sweater, a pair of tight jeans and socks. Out in the utility room she pulled on her snow boots and winter jacket.
Entering the garage, the snow blower sounded much closer than it had been. Looking out the garage door window, she saw him cleaning her driveway. She quickly pushed the door opener. As the door move overhead she watch him walk the blower right into the garage. He smiled as he turned the machine around and shut the engine off.
Carolyn got her first up close look at her neighbor. She liked his rugged good looks. Despite his mustache and bushy eyebrows being icy from blowing snow he didn't appear to be cold. As he swept his protective hood off his head he revealed a head full of white hair in its disarray. She was even more impressed. Removing his glove, he stuck out his large muscular hand out in a friendly gesture. Her hand almost disappeared in his. She felt his strength immediately as they shook.
"Hello, young lady." He said.
Carolyn was progressively feeling better about being home alone this Friday. She could possibly be arrested for the thoughts that filled her lonely, horny mind. Looking him over from boots to hair. Why in the hell hadn't she walked over and introduced herself to the man and checked him out before now.
"Hello and thank you for cleaning our sidewalk off out front. You saved me and our neighbors a lot of work."
"I'm Michael by the way. I live across the street and down a couple of doors. My friends call me Mike." He said.
"Well "Mike", I'd like to be one of your friends, especially on days like this. For the record I'm Carolyn. My friends call me CJ."
"OK, CJ. Hell, I got nothing else to do so I bought this thing. I was hoping to help my neighbors out on occasion. Sure didn't think I would need it this early in the year but what the hell. "If you don't mind, I'll go ahead and clean your drive off?"
Carolyn was looking at the drive; trying to avoid his eyes. She realized a second ago his eyes were a mesmerizing very deep sky blue. Her eyes went from the snowy drive to his.
He was looking at her 34D tits, which were clearly on display. She hadn't bothered with a bra and her coat was unzipped at the top. She felt warmth come to her face. The cold and his gazing had caused her nipples to harden into protruding points in her sweater. She did nothing to cover herself. In fact, she stood a little taller. He didn't miss the move and smiled at her. More warmth moved through Carolyn at that moment and she welcomed it. God, she felt like a young girl seeing her first male hunk.
Flashing her warmest smile in a while, she looked into those eyes and said "Mike, I sure do appreciate you doing this for me; you must let me pay you something for doing all this hard work. I have a little cash on hand, or I could write you a check."
