It's Monday and the damn grass needs to be cut. The weather-nerds on TV are saying there's a 50% chance of rain but the building clouds prove their idiocy. It's a light day at the office... might as well dedicate some time in the morning and get it done before the rains come.
It's somewhat mindless work, up and back... up and back... up and back. It's humid... hey, it's summer in the South... and before long I'm drenched in sweat.
At one circuit turn I see the garage of the house next door open and the neighbor-lady pulls out to go somewhere. I don't know her at all, other than the across-the-fence "hey" every now and then. Another neighbor told me she divorced her husband a few years ago.
She's incredibly busy... seemingly never home... always on the go.
And she's drop-dead gorgeous.
A tight, firm ass that is only accented by her perpetual yoga pants. Ample boobs, but not over the top in volume. A cute bob-cut hairdo accents a beautiful pear-shaped face, anchored by a firm jaw line.
She gives me a cursory wave as she drives away and I continue my chore.
Another couple of circuits and I stop to empty the clippings into the yard waste can. Another couple of circuits and I notice her garage door is up again. She's pulling back in. Another circuit, then the door's closed again. Hmm... maybe she forgot something or dropped the daughter off at school and came back.
The rain starts to patter. It feels good against my skin, but the job needs to get finished... I don't know when I'd get back to it. The leaf-blower does a suitable job of blowing the clippings down the drive.
I go inside and head straight upstairs for the shower.
I love a hot shower. But when my body heat is already high, the shower-water feels best when it's on the warm-ish side.
I step in and revel in the clear, clean water washing the hot, sticky sweat from my skin. Head and hair get drenched and I can almost feel the steam coming off my dome like those football players in the NFL Films. A quick squirt of shampoo and I clench my eyes while I lather up my head.
Then I hear the distinctive "squoop-thock!" that the shower door makes when it opens, followed by the similar "squoop-thud-d-d!" sound as it closes. My mind searches for an answer... maybe one of the dogs is standing against the glass.
My arms are over my head, my back is to the shower opening, rinsing the soap from my hair.
An instant later, intermingled with the warm water splashing against my chest, I feel the soft run of fingers coming up my rib cage from behind me. Almost immediately I feel the warmth of a woman's form pushing into my ass, my thighs. I'm pretty sure I feel erect nipples pressing into the spot just below the shoulder blades... and the hands keep moving softly, gently, firmly across my chest. I pull my hands down from my hair and find the arms that enfold me.
I follow the arms backward to the elbows, then back further until my hands are caressing the smooth skin of a rib cage, moving down to the naked ass that's spooning into mine.
A finger from my right hand travels to the dimple above her butt crack, then pushes down along her ass and dips gently to apply the oh-so-slightest pressure to the pucker I find there. A sharp inhale and slight forward recoil -- which actually pushes her further into my back -- and then a husky giggle and a soft purr of "mmmmmm."
"Mind if I turn around?," I ask into the tile before me. Her reply comes as a low growl from over my right shoulder, punctuated by hot lips, tongue, breath and finally a pinch of skin between teeth.
