Caroline huddled under the covers. The storm raging outside was fierce. Torrents of rain splattered against the house, gusty winds whistled through the neighborhood. In her darkened bedroom, she could hear the shutters clattering against the windows. Despite the noise, she tried to shut her eyes and go to sleep. Suddenly, a loud crash filled the room. She woke with a start, then shook her husband awake. "Ray! Ray! What was that?"
"Huh?" he replied sleepily.
"That noise. Didn't you hear it?"
Ray listened to the howling wind. The pitch was somewhat different now. "Sounds like we lost a piece of siding or two off the house, it's no big deal. We can fix it in the morning." With that, he rolled back over and went to sleep. Caroline listened fretfully, then snuggled up next to him. He was right, she thought, he was always right.
The next morning, they went out to survey the damage. Sure enough, a couple of pieces of their house's siding had been torn off by the wind, and were now resting in a flowerbed. Several other neighbors were out early as well, surveying the damage caused by the previous night's windstorm. Ray and Caroline lost no time in retrieving the pieces, and setting up an extension ladder to repair the damage. They had to get the work done quickly, for Ray would be leaving on a business trip the next day. Caroline helped her husband maneuver the ungainly ladder into position. It was tall enough, but with the steady breeze that blew through the yard, it would be impossible for him to repair the siding by himself. Ray tossed his tools down, and headed off to the garage for another ladder. Caroline scampered up the ladder as she waited, so that everything would be ready when he returned. Somehow, she managed to hoist up one of the siding strips as well, but was unable to place it up against the house. Realizing that she could at least position the siding back where it belonged, she placed her hammer between her legs, and leaned up against the house.
Baldwin was about to start working on the wind damage to his house when he happened to glance across his yard. He was well rewarded for his efforts. Caroline, his neighbor, was perched up on a ladder and bending over. Her fine ass was thrust out at him, quite by accident, but he still enjoyed the view. Caroline was wearing a pair of black stretch pants, and the outline of her thong underwear showed through the clingy material. Furthermore, the wooden handle of her hammer protruded behind her, she had the head clutched between her sexy thighs, and the view from behind looked extremely provocative. Slowly, Baldwin made his way over to his neighbors, admiring the view with each step he took.
Ever since the young couple next door had moved in, he was able to catch the occasional glimpse of Caroline. Whether she was sunbathing in her bikini, or working up a sweat in the yard, she managed to project an innocent appearance, but the young brunette had a body to die for. They were preoccupied with their work, and didn't notice his approach. When he reached them, he paused, taking in one last long look at her ass, such a lewd sight with the handle sticking out, it almost looked like she was bent over and getting fucked. Too bad he couldn't make the image last forever, but at least it was now burned into his memory. "You, know, you could get arrested for that," he announced.
"Huh? What? Oh, hi, Baldwin," was their reply.
"For what?" added Caroline.
"For standing on that ladder with the hammer like that," he chuckled. "It's very seductive, the way you're standing there like that. I ought to run you in."
The neighbors all shared a laugh. Baldwin was a city police officer, and one hell of a good man to have as a neighbor. "I didn't have anywhere else to put the hammer," explained Caroline, slightly embarrassed. She wondered just how long he had been eyeing up her delicate rear. That was a comforting thought to her, however. Although she was petite, and nicely shaped, she often questioned her attractiveness. Baldwin was quite a specimen for her to impress. The man stood well over six feet in height, and she could see his muscular build bulging out of his T-shirt. The thin white cotton failed to conceal his well-developed arms, and contrasted sharply against his dark skin. A memory stirred in her mind, of her college days when she had been more carefree. There certainly had been some intense encounters back in those days, and Caroline remembered her handful of black lovers quite fondly. Briefly, her subconscious played out her fantasy, as she mentally undressed the man who had come over to help them out. She was not unhappy in her marriage, far from it, but the thrill of the conquest was still there, and when the prize looked as good as Baldwin, there was no real harm in looking, was there?
"I came over to see if you two needed any help, that looks like a three person job," he said, interrupting Caroline's thoughts. "It's still a little windy, and if I help out, we'll be done in no time." Caroline and Ray heartily agreed. Their move into this neighborhood had clearly been a good choice, the people were friendly, like Baldwin, many of their neighbors were quick to drop what they were doing and lend a hand if they were in need. Plus, having a cop next door definitely had its advantages when they were out of town, as Ray often was. While good neighbors could keep an eye on things when he was away, having one who was trained to do something about it if there was trouble was a plus. In addition, all the kids knew where Baldwin lived, and although he was a gentle and charming man, they knew not to cause any trouble with him around.