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Sweat dripped off his forehead and sizzled on the hot engine of the lawnmower as he pulled the cord one more time. It caught and the motor chugged to life for a moment then it belched a cloud of black smoke and puttered out. Cursing under his breath, Elliot stepped away from the ancient grass cutting device and then leaned back with his hands on his hips trying fruitlessly to ease his cramped lumbar and shoulders.
He rubbed the back of his hand over his brow and cursed again as he realized that he had just smeared grease across his face. Sighing with disgust he shambled over to the front step and sat down heavily. Listlessly, he surveyed the street that he had been living on for three weeks, reminding himself again why he was trying to mow the Goddamned lawn. The yards of the surrounding houses were immaculate emerald strips shaded by tall, leafy Elm trees, with Mercedes and Acuras nestled in their driveways or tucked into garages.
They had moved into this exclusive suburb on the west side of Milton Vale because his wife thought it would be good for her interior design business to have a high-end home in an upscale neighborhood to show off to customers. Her younger sister, a landscape architect and partner in the company, had also moved in and now the two women were hustling to expand their client list. Elliot was an accountant and was now splitting his time between doing the company's books from home and his regular clients from his office in the strip mall. His sister-in-law's boyfriend was supposed to be cutting the lawn, but he hadn't shown up yet and it was already three hours past the agreed upon time.
Across the street and two houses down, a young couple were hosing down their black Lexus SUV. He was standing up and moving towards the front door when he noticed that the man had turned the hose onto his girlfriend and was chasing her around their truck while she squealed in delight. Elliot grunted to himself as she gamboled into his line of vision, her white t-shirt, now little more than a translucent film, clinging to her large swinging breasts. Elliot felt the blood racing to his member and he realized he was now sporting a visible tent in his gym shorts.
The boyfriend skidded into view, shirtless, the wiry muscles in his arms flexing as he caught the young woman and pulled her to him. They embraced and began kissing deeply, their hands roaming over each other's sun bronzed bodies. He whimpered a little when the girlfriend hitched her legs up over the man's hips and mashed her round chest against his. He reached down and adjusted himself in his shorts as the couple walked back towards the house clasped together like fighting insects.
Elliot stood and turned towards his front door, his mind racing with fantasy images of the couple tearing off their clothes in the front entry, of the man's long hard cock slipping up past the woman's shorts and into her wet cooze. He was already reaching into his shorts to stroke himself when he noticed that his next-door neighbor was standing on her front porch, obviously having just witnessed the same scene he'd been gawking at. She smiled slowly at him as he hastily tried to cover his crotch.
"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, don't you think?" she asked casually.
Elliot could feel his face flush as he dashed for the door. The neighbor was a couple of years older than himself, probably around forty five, but she was in excellent shape, with high, round breasts capped with nipples that were currently on prominent display through her pink tank top. She wore dark sunglasses and both arms were full of grocery bags. He gurgled out a choked response to her question and slammed the door behind him.
The idea that his foxy, red-headed neighbor had caught him about to pound his pud was embarrassing, but it also sent his hard-on into raging overdrive. He and his wife, Rebecca, had been to the Sandersons' house for dinner a few times and Rebecca had taken up jogging with Evelyn two or three mornings a week. He had watched football with Bill a few times, but they weren't more than casual acquaintances.
The Sandersons were an attractive couple. Bill, a former police officer that had made several saavy investments was now retired and spent most of his time on the golf course. He was tall and barrel chested with thickly muscled arms and legs, and a generous belly earned from his daily pints of home-brewed beer. Evelyn was an analyst with a local marketing firm and was often home during the day as she worked from a home office, not unlike the one Elliot now entered in the converted attic of his new house.
Rebecca had put her finishing touches on the office space, but it was primarily Elliot's private hideaway, with a large window that overlooked their yard and afforded a view of the Sanderson's pool. Still charged up from his afternoon voyeurism, Elliot rubbed his pulsing meat through his shorts and turned on his computer, idly looking out the window as he waited for his favorite porn site to load. All thoughts of "StackedCurves.com" vaporized as Elliot saw Evelyn standing at her kitchen island through the large glass doors that opened onto their patio and pool.
