George the truck driver had to turn his head as he followed that ass. “God Damn.” he thought to himself. As she jogged out of his view he turned back and quickly grabbed the steering wheel with two hands. He swerved the moving truck away from a parked car as he made his way along the winding roads of this California housing community.
Angie Marx never knew it, but she had caused quite a few accidents in her lifetime. The lifelong jogger always had a figure to kill, although lately it had changed. At 28 she stood 5’11 with deep dark luxurious red hair. A college athlete in track and volleyball, she never disappointed. Her height attributed to her long legs and slender frame. Over the last couple years her body had undergone some changes.
She met her husband Mark her last year in college. He was going to law school at her University. Mark Marx had the name of a winner and soon became one. He quickly rose in the ranks of one of Hollywood’s premier talent agencies. On the side he would take occasional cases out of his small law firm. He had money coming in hand over fist. He had always been a go-getter. Whether it was in business or life.
His last year in law school, his buddies had taken him out to one of the school’s volleyball games. “Dude you have to check out the chicks in the spandex shorts, jumping up and down all sweaty. It’ll be a fun time!”
It was there on the team’s senior night that he saw Angie. Not only did her dark red hair stand out, but the jiggle in her ass and the fact that she had the biggest breasts on the team helped get her noticed too. Mark quickly found her afterwards and introduced himself. Her shy, innocent demeanor gave way to his aggressiveness. She was flattered at the attention he showered her with, although she blushed often when they went out and he would show her off. He loved to brag to the world that he had her, she was a knockout.
They married a year after they both graduated. She had her degree in marketing with a minor in economics and he had passed the bar shortly after her graduation. One year later they were off as a glamorous, successful couple. The hit at every party as Mark would wine and dine with anyone and everyone, Angie faithfully at his side every time.
Mark’s success and investing resulted in his newest acquisition. Nine months ago they moved into a house overlooking the expressway along the hill’s outside of Los Angeles. It was a new housing community that the young and powerful were all moving into. Houses easily ran up to 8 digits in price, and Mark had the second most expensive one. It was one of two that overlooked the expressways and rolling hills of California. The houses had innovative designs done by one of the most celebrated architects out of San Francisco.
Angie loved the house. She was infatuated with it. Was being a key word. When they moved Angie had to give up her job at a small advertising agency. Upon their moving in Mark made it his duty to make sure no want ads made their way into their house. He was imperative after this latest acquisition, and promotion at his job that Angie wouldn’t work anymore. Nearly a year of not working could’ve driven her crazy had it not been for her renewed love of athletics.
In high school Angie had lettered in three sports, Soccer, Volleyball, and Track. She gave up soccer at school because she couldn’t devote herself to 3 sports programs at a Division 1 school. Her soccer accomplishments never matched any of her others in Volleyball and Track. Upon moving, Angie joined a local health club and joined a volleyball league at a nearby community center. Her success in the weight room resulted in Mark being able to get her a job as a model in a commercial for a nationwide chain of health clubs.
The nine months of morning jogs and nightly workouts had paid off. Angie thought that her body looked the best it ever had. Even though she got nervous with her 29th birthday pending and the end of her twenties looming. Mark never said a thing about her looks unless they were at a party and he was bragging. She thought that after 6 years of marriage he would still notice her a little bit, outside of social gatherings.
Although always muscular her legs were more toned than ever. Athletically shaped calves which almost never needed her to wear high heels to make them look good, led to sculptured thighs and hamstrings which left most men gazing for hours wherever she went. The mind numbing legs ended where her firm buttocks started, Mark would stare at the excellent shape they would take as she kneeled in front of him whenever she took his six-inch penis into her mouth. The muscular halves of her ass slimmed off to a narrow waist and smoothly muscled back. Following her waist around to muscled abdominal muscles, which just now recently had become more and more prominent. Her wonderful breasts sat atop her six-pack abdominal muscles.
The generous swellings were wondrous and never ceased to amaze. Her lifting had made them firmer, and even more magnificent. Her mother suggested that perhaps it was the birth control pills she was taking. Mark knew they were wonderful the first time they went golfing together. She had worn a sleeveless sweater vest, and whenever she leaned forward to pickup a club or ball, even leaning in the golf cart you could see they held their amazing full round shape. The firm orbs hung from her chest as beautiful tear drop shaped breasts.
As if men didn’t spend enough time on her body parts they were never disappointed when she wore sweaters or pants. Which she rarely needed too in the wonderful California weather, her face was sweet and easily conveyed her many emotions. Friends had recently asked if she was related to the lady from the TV show Alias. Although she wasn’t related to Jennifer Garner, they bared a slight resemblance. A set of well shaped eyebrows laid atop blue eyes, where a thin pert nose sat atop sexy lips. Her lips weren’t amazingly full, yet sensual and inviting. Their movements were always eye-catching whenever they slightly separated during a coy smile, or shy laugh which she often let loose during conversation.
Angie jogged past her house for the second time this morning. The housing community wasn’t very large and to pass by her house several times wasn’t out of the ordinary for Angie. This time around she noticed the same moving truck that had passed her before was parked at the house next door. The new neighbors must be moving she thought to herself as she wondered who would move next door. The last neighbors had been an elderly couple, the husband a former big wig at a movie studio in Hollywood. She wondered who would be moving in now. The house had been up for sale for 6 months and Angie welcomed the idea of having neighbors, since there were no neighbors to the right of the house. Since her house was one of only two that overlooked the expressways and winding hills.
Angie wiped the sweat from her brow and walked into her house. On the way into her house, she eyed the furniture being moved in. “Artist types probably….” she thought as she noticed some African artwork and sculptures being moved in, along with black leather furniture which would contrasts with the white walls she saw inside the home. Angie cursed herself for forgetting to pick up her mail from the box at the front of the lawn. As she walked to the box she wondered why one of the mover’s was dressed so nicely.
He was a rather tall individual standing about six foot five or six. He had largely built arms and shoulders and his impressive clothes did little to hide a well-kept body. He had dark brown skin and very short hair. He turned and looked at Angie walking down the driveway and looked at the full mailbox.
“Let me help you with that.” He said as he took the mail into his hand and jogged up to Angie, handing her the mail.
“Thanks, you didn’t have too. I could’ve gotten it”, she said, already wanting to turn away due to her shy nature.
“No problem, it’s my pleasure. After all what are neighbors for?” he told her.
Angie opened her eyes a little wider than usual. Surprised at the fact that her neighbor was this impeccably dressed black man whom she had mistaken as a mover. Her surprise had nothing to do with racism. Never a racist it just surprised Angie as it would many people. A black person usually had trouble finding decent priced housing due to unfair pricing, let alone finding a house in such a high priced housing community.
“I see your already meeting the neighbors,” said a beautiful black woman walking towards the two.
“Yes, but I haven’t been as so lucky to get a name.” The man said.
“Oh how rude of me, I’m sorry just a little tired and all. I’m Angie.” She said offering them her hand.
With a handshake the man introduced himself and his wife, “I’m Calvin, most people call me Cal and this is my wife Shauna.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Angie said shaking hands with Shauna. “It’ll be so nice to finally have some neighbors around here.”
“Oh shit Honey!” Shauna shouted as she quickly turned and ran. A mover had dropped a piece of artwork and she quickly wanted to inspect the damage.
“Oh my!” Angie said worried about the piece. “Don’t worry she’s way too high strung, I’m sure it’s fine.” Calvin said with a smile.
“Oh no, I know how it is. I’m expecting movers today too. My husband bought an entertainment thing or something. I’m sure he’d be anal too. I mean not that she’s anal just….uh..” Angie stammered.
With a chuckle Calvin turned to her, “Not to worry, I know what you mean. My wife is the one in charge around here. She’s usually high strung. I better go help her out before she takes out a piece of me too. Nice meeting you.”
“Me too.” Angie said as Calvin turned to calm down his wife who was now chewing out the mover.
Angie walked off into the house but not without about 6 pairs of mover’s eyes following her in. Just as she closed the door the phone rang. It was her husband Mark from work.
“Hey honey how was the jog?” he asked.
“Pretty good, I met our new neighbors.” Angie told her husband
“Are they old-farts like the last two?”
