Jerome spent most of the next day fixing up his room and home office. He considered working from home three out of the five days in the week. Considering he was going to be doing a majority of the administrative work, and because he was the boss of this branch, it was for the best. As much as he loved getting out there and being physical in his job, he wasn't the young buck he used to be when he played. Reflecting on this fact, he knew he had to fix that. Looking the mirror these days was not the most pleasant experience. Though handsome, he was balding, kept a sharp goatee, and could stand to lose his gut.
Maybe a gym might work
, he thought. He looked outside and surveyed his backyard. Identifying a small patch, he thought it was be a nice place for an outdoor gym. Canopied and free-weights, he would be the envy of his former football player friends. Jerome started making a list of materials and returned to the window to see where everything would go.
As he scanned the backyard, he noticed that the Sanders had a large pool. While Jerome got the better house, it was no doubt that Stephen had the nicer backyard. Complete with a wooden deck and built-in outdoor kitchen/grill, it put Jerome's bare yard to shame.
Gotta keep up with the Joneses
. Jerome resolved to remedy this too. He scrutinized their yard some more and upon scanning saw a figure on a chair near the pool. It was Marisa in a burgundy two-piece and over-sized sunglasses. She was applying some sunscreen on her legs, Jerome glued to the vision. She continued with slathering her upper body as well, providing views of her ample cleavage privy to Jerome's window. He watched her for a few minutes without realizing that he was stroking his cock. His gazed was quickly interrupted by the door bell.
A few more dings and Jerome was in a quick sprint downstairs to the door. He held on for a moment before opening to hide his massive boner. He looked through the peephole and saw a hot young blonde continuing to ring the bell. Jerome opened it quickly. "Hello there. Can I help you?" He asked the young lady.
"Uh... yeah. Are you Mr. Ray?" She asked.
"Yes, I am. Who are you miss?" Jerome asked as he admired her up and down. She wore a tight pink tank top with a white tennis skirt and wedge heel flip-flops. The girl appeared slightly disgusted by his checking her out.
"I'm Courtney... uh... Sanders. I live next door. My mom asked me to come over here to ask you if you would be interested in having dinner with them later this week." Jerome smirked at the idea and let it swirl around in contemplation.
"Well, young Miss Sanders I would love to have dinner with them. What day would this be?" Jerome smiled as he asked.
"Um, I don't know. I'll have to ask my mom and see what she says." Courtney appeared confused. Jerome amusingly understood.
"Alright then miss, you let me know. I look forward to it. Thank you." He nodded to her as she left.
The apple sure don't fall far from the tree,
Jerome thought as he watched Courtney walk back to her house.
After completing his list, Jerome went out and gathered the materials for his out-door gym. Upon his return, he gathered the materials in his backyard and did a quick inventory. He was delighted to see that Marisa was still sunbathing. She was on her stomach and her bikini bottom had rode up remarkably, presenting her beautiful butt. Jerome struggled to keep his cock hidden well in his shorts even though she was facing down. He tried to focus on his work but kept glancing over. One unfortunate glance however, resulted in a sight he was not as excited to see. He noted Stephen walking over to his yard.
"What are you working on over there neighbor?" Stephen yelled out as he approached Jerome's work site. Jerome feigned some cordiality in his voice.
"Well, neighbor, I'm working on an outdoor gym. I have the space inside, but I figured since it's so nice out here year-round, why not make use of this open space." Jerome shared as he waved toward his yard. The two spoke further about Jerome's blueprints.
Marisa looked up and across the yard at her husband and Jerome talking. Jerome had taken off his shirt and was standing next to her pale husband. He was waving his massive arms around, gesturing to god-knows-what to her clueless husband. Jerome's gray shorts fit tightly halfway up his thighs and his dark, thick calves were taut.
I sure do love chocolate,
she thought. Through her sunglasses she saw him direct her husband to pick up a piece of piping to be moved. Stephen looked lost and could hardly pick up the piece. She saw Jerome laugh and noticed his large pecs tighten and relax with his hearty laugh. She peeped at him further and could feel a wetness come over her. She saw the remnants of his sculpted abs and the obvious bulge in his shorts. Jerome squatted deeply to lift the pipe and she gasped as how tight his ass looked. She undid her top and removed it from underneath.
