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The Night Before...
John was tired. He'd just finished typing up an important brief for the law firm in which he was working towards being a partner at. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He thought he should go to bed, now that he was finished and would have time to spend with his nephew Jason tomorrow. They'd decided on going to a Cubs game in the afternoon, if John could get tickets. That was one bond that the pair shared: baseball. They both loved it, and the Cubs. It came from John being around Jason a lot and growing up in Chicago.
Now John had moved to a nice quiet suburb, as city life was finally getting to him the day his car had been stolen. It was a particularly bad day, as John had also lost an important case and come out to find his car gone. That was just it for him, and he'd moved into the house he lived in now. He also had more time now for jogging and a bit of working out, as although he was in his mid forties, he had the body of a 25 year old, with a six pack of abs and firm arms and buns. Women everywhere seemed to swoon when they saw his hard chest.
John shut the light off in his office and was walking to his bedroom when he heard soft gasps and a low moan coming from Jason's guest room. He peeked in to see him with his underwear at his ankles and he was looking out the window. Curious to see what it was he was looking at, John cracked the door open ever so slightly and saw he was oogling the next door neighbor, who was being very indiscreet about undressing, leaving the window open so anyone could observe her fleshy 36c breasts partially hidden by her flowing dark hair. John almost didn't blame Jason for doing that, as he felt his own hard on grow in his pants. He chuckled to himself. He decided he should talk to this woman in the morning...
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John woke up and went about his morning routine, his mind never slipping far for the plans he'd concocted for the day. It would definitely be more fun than baseball, he thought. He made himself some breakfast and saw a note on the table from Jason: "I'll be back around noon," he wrote. "Goin fishing for a little while." John smiled. Simply perfect. He got dressed and looked out the window and saw the indiscreet neighbor doing some gardening. She was dressed in a white shirt and blue shorts and wearing a wide brimmed hat so she wouldn't get her neck sunburned. John decided this was a good time as any to talk to her. He went out and walked over to the fence and said, "Hello there."
She turned and smiled at him, "Hi there, how're you?"
"Oh fine," he said. "You must be new to the neighborhood. I haven't seen you around before."
"Yep," she said, standing up and walking over to the fence. "Just moved in last week. I like it so far."
"What're you doing over there?" he asked.
"Just transplanting some flowers I've been trying to save," she said. "I'm terrible about watering them and they end up dying on me."
They laughed together slightly. "Say, you're sweating a bit. Why not come over to my place for some lemonade?" he asked.
"Sure," she smiled. "I'd like that."
They sat down with glasses of cool lemonade in hand and started talking more about each other. John found out that the woman's name was Sandy and she was a recently divorced 35 year old woman. The more they talked, the more John liked her. After a while, they heard the garage door close and Jason walked in. When he saw the woman he'd been watching the other night, he blushed inwardly, thinking, "Ohh, shit. I'm caught now." John smiled at him and said, "Jason! Come over here and meet Sandy. She's new in the neighborhood. Sandy, this is my nephew Jason." She smiled as she shook his hand, looking over his 5'8 inch frame and seeing his hard chest and muscles sticking to his tight sweat soaked shirt. "Jason's just visiting over the summer before he goes off to college in the fall." John told her.
