We met John and Leisa soon after we moved in next door to them. They were a nice couple, a few years younger than Marla and I, who are mid-to-later 40's. John and Leisa probably early 30's. And fit. Which was one of the differences between us.
Marla and I had very busy schedules (she managing a busy real estate office, me a financial adviser) and one of the things that often went by the wayside was working out and exercising. Oh, we would go for walks and hiking, but nothing day-in and day-out committed. It seemed John and Leisa were always exercising and it showed.
All this isn't to say Marla was not attractive (or me either, for that matter). Marla had nice, mature curves, a 36-dd chest with large areola and large nipples that would stand out half an inch when hard. She had a mane of curly black hair and wide hips and noticeable ass. No, she was quite a package and men looked her way. But she wasn't a hard body like Leisa, and that bothered her.
"I really, really, need to work out more," Marla told me one day looking in the mirror. "Have you seen Leisa out running at all hours of the day? It's no wonder she's skinny as a rail."
"Oh, she's not so skinny..." I tried to be helpful, but Marla picked up on what I was maybe sub-consciously truly saying: Leisa had great tits. Large, firm, not fake, but they jutted nicely from her fit core.
"You just like her boobs!" Marla kind of teased. "That's OK, I can look at John working in their backyard from our bedroom window, so we're even."
That was a little detailed, I thought to myself. I wondered if Marla had been watching him, as it was spring time and he was working in the yard a lot, sometimes shirtless even with the mild temperatures. From our second floor bedroom, the view would be ideal. John was, well, buff, there's no other way to put it. He must have done some weightlifting in his past and never stopped. He wasn't huge, but every muscle seemed developed on his nearly hairless body. I wondered if he shaved himself because Leisa sure didn't. She had blonde hair all over her nicely tanned body: her arms, her thighs, at the small of her back (I notice everything). But it looked sexy on her fit body.
"OK, well," I picked up the conversation, "I guess I will have to board up the bedroom windows then."
Marla laughed and continued to get dressed for work, and so did I.
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When I pulled into the driveway I saw Marla talking to Leisa on Leisa's front lawn. Leisa looked like she was about to go running (probably for the second time today) and Marla was doing a lot of listening. I walked over, of course, because Leisa looked fantastic in her workout outfit: tight black running gear that hugged every inch of her body and made her tits look even bigger. I could see the freckles that topped the beginning curves of her breasts.
"Hi, sweetie, Leisa was just telling me about her workout routine. I'm going to start!"
Leisa looked my way. "Yes, I'm going to pick up some workout clothes for her at a place where I get a discount and we're going to start running twice a day. You should join us."
I smiled. Running was my least favorite thing. "Well, you ladies get it started and I will join in at some point. Thanks for the offer though."
Leisa smiled at Marla. "Let me know your sizes and I will get the outfits. Come over later this evening and you can try them on."
