I'm a writer and have a modest success doing the thing that I love. This made me move to a small north eastern town and purchase a very small house in order to have privacy and solitude. I also like to workout but didn't have room for that in the house; therefore I worked out, with weights and exercising, in a space next to the house. The nearest neighbor was about a football field distance away so I felt I didn't bother anyone because of the trees and no one bothered me.
Every so often a car would pass and even a kid or two on their bikes, but that wasn't a bother. Every now and then a boy, about 17 or 18 years old, and a girl, about the same age ( I could not tell which one was the oldest) would pass on their bikes and slow down to watch me exercise. After this happened a few times, I would stop what I was doing and wave and continue what I was doing. This went on for about three weeks before they stopped and asked if they could come into the yard and watch for a while.
"Sure, come on over"
"Hi, I'm Mike and this is my younger sister Cherl"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Bob. Are you interested in exercising?"
"Yes I am because I play football and I need to do that to make the team for next season. Can you teach me a few things that would help me?"
"Well, I don't know if I can teach you. Your parents may not want you to and I don't want you to get hurt"
"I don't have a dad, it' just me, Cherl and mom and I know she don't mind. She work a lot and she don't know anything about doing this anyway. Cherl is 17 and want to get into cheerleading her last year of school and get ready for college but that takes a little strength also."
I said: "Why doesn't she speak for herself?" Looking directly at her. She was the prettiest thing I've seen in a long time. I'm not a pervert or anything but, just from observation, I knew she was going to be a head turner if she wasn't already. I would bet that every boy, at her school that was interested in girls, was trying to get into her pants. She was going to be a tall one because she was already about 5'8, and she had a perfect figure, cute face with rosy red lips.
That was when Cherl spoke for herself. The voice still had that little girl edge to it but was trying to become fuller. "I can speak for myself and what my brother said it true. We talked about it and decided to stop and ask if you could help us. We don't have anyone else to ask and mom can't help"
"OK, tell you what. Tell your mom, make sure you tell her that I am black because I don't want any problems around here, and have her talk with me. She could either drop by or call me or something but I won't do anything without her permission. OK?"
They both agreed and rode off. I really didn't think anymore about it because here I am a black man, 6'2, 200 lbs., muscular and dark skinned in an all white area of the country. With me coming from the south, I've know prejudice, how whites treat blacks, and the taboos that come with it. You learn that you stay in your place and try to stay out of trouble. Any crime that will come up, in the area, means I will become the main suspect. Be seen with any white woman and I am suspected of molesting her. And the biggest thing is to not be seen with the kids because then I am a child molester. I knew where I stood and I keep asking my self why I decided to come here instead of going to a place where there were a few blacks.
Two days later, around six in the evening, there was a knock at the front door. I had just finished my work out and had just come out of the shower. I was headed for the bedroom, with only a towel draped over my broad shoulder and the knock startled me. I have never had a visitor and wondered who that could be. I draped the towel around me and went to the door. I partly opened the door and was mildly shocked when I looked upon the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was almost 6' tall, blond hair, beautiful lightly tanned skin and a gorgeous smile. She had on tight fitting blue jeans, a flowered shirt, hanging out of her jeans, and it showed her prominent breasts and a thin gold necklace. The sandal type shoes helped show off the subtle legs, that were hidden by the jeans. I stuttered a greeting and must have had a shocked look on my face.
"Yyyesss, may I help you?"
As she put out her hand, she said "Hi, I'm Karen, Cherl and Mike's mom."
Still with shock written all over my face I said: "Hi, I'm Bob, won't you come in? I'll be right back. Let me get something on" and I darted for the bedroom to put some pants on.
With a pair of gym shorts on, nothing underneath, I came back into the small living room, where she still stood. As I look at her I decided that this was not my imagination but the real thing standing in my living room. When she stopped looking around the room, she broke the ice and said: "The kids told me about wanting to get into sports and cheerleading and that you could teach them exercising and weightlifting. They said that they see you everyday when they pass your house and said they asked you if you would teach them. They said you wanted them to ask me and to tell me that you are black so I had to tell you myself."
"Ahaaaaa"
"Did they get it right?"
"Ahaaa, yes they did. I really didn't expect anything to come of it."
"Why, is it because you are black?"
"That's right. You see I am from the south, Mississippi to be exact, and I don't want any trouble."
"There won't be any trouble but the kids may be trouble and I really don't want them to put you through any trouble."
" No trouble, rest assured. Where are my manners? Won't you sit for a while?"
She took a seat on the sofa and, as she was bending to sit, it showed off her magnificent ass. An ass that a man would die for, be reincarnated and die for it again. She saw me looking and simply smiled and crossed her legs. I swallowed hard and also smiled.
