"Caitlyn, can you get the mail?" My mom called out from the kitchen.
I glanced down at myself. I was wearing black velour shorts and a white tank top with a plunging neckline. I wasn't wearing a bra and the shorts was so tight that the soft swell of my pussy mound was visible. I hesitated for just a brief moment, did not see any neighbors around, and quickly walked out into the sun.
I jogged over to the mailbox, picked up our mail and was about to walk back to the house when I saw my new neighbor. She was in her garage, apparently working on her car. The hood was up and she was bent over. It was one of those old vintage cars you see in antique car shows.
She had moved into our neighborhood a couple of weeks ago and we hadn't formally introduced ourselves other than the casual wave and smile. Forgetting my scanty clothes, I walked over to introduce myself.
Not wishing to startle her, I cleared my throat loudly and called out "Hi" even before I reached her garage.
She straightened up and turned around. A smile lit up her face when she saw me, "Hi, I am Nancy." She held up her greasy hands apologetically.
"Hi Nancy, I am Caitlyn. I live next door."
"Yes, I have seen you but didn't get a chance to talk. Nice to finally meet you, Caitlyn!"
"I hope I am not bothering you. I can come back later if you wish."
"No stay. I am almost done." Her voice was soft but had a quiet authority about it. I saw her glance at me with an appreciative smile. Without another word she leaned back under the hood of her car.
I watched as she tightened a greasy bolt. The spanner slipped from her fingers and fell inside the engine. Without thinking, I reached in to pick it up but was surprised when Nancy said sharply, "Don't!" And before I could reach the spanner she grabbed my hand and quickly pulled it out.
"I just drove in and the engine is still hot. I didn't want you to get burned." Her tone had softened a bit.
I looked at my arm where she had grabbed it. It was coated with grease from her hand. Nancy followed my eyes and smiled, "I am sorry, Caitlyn. I didn't mean to rub dirty grease over your delicate arm."
I shrugged smiling, "It is okay. Glad I didn't get burned. The grease will wash off, I am sure."
"I have a special soap to wash off grease. Let me wrap this up and we'll go in and wash it off."
I stood a couple of steps behind her and watched as she leaned back in. She was wearing a short, really short blue jeans shorts and a red sleeveless tank top. She had thick curly red hair cut short. She looked quite tall, at least five nine. Beside her my five six frame looked short.
"There, all done! I have to take a test run but that can wait until we wash up. Come on in."
Again her tone surprised me. It was as if she didn't expect to be disobeyed. I wondered what she did for a living. I hesitated before followed her in.
She opened the kitchen faucet and waited for the hot water to flow. She asked me to rinse my arm in the hot water and then proceeded to spray soapy foam on to the greasy spot. I was surprised when she gently took my hand in hers and rubbed my arm with a soft wash cloth. The way she held and rubbed my arm sent a warm tingle down my spine. It felt like a sensuous massage!
She looked into my eyes and asked, "Feel good?"
I nodded hoping she'd continue. Nancy smiled and held my arm under the warm jet of water. She then proceeded to wash her own hands. As we were drying our hands with soft towels, she said, "This is a special soap. It not only cleans grease but it also leaves the skin moist. For the amount of grime I pick up daily, I don't know what I'd do without it."
She gently reached for my hand and ran her fingers lightly over my arm. "Your skin is very silky. I am glad the grease washed off easily. Otherwise I would have felt very guilty."
I laughed, "It is not a big deal, Nancy." I continued, quickly changing the subject, "What do you do for a living?"
"I am an aircraft mechanic."
"Wow, no wonder you are able to repair your car yourself. Must be nice!"
"Yes, I love what I do. How about you? What do you do?"
"I will finish college this year. I plan to do my Masters next."
"Wow, brains and beauty, huh? What a deadly combination!" She laughed.
Her subtle compliments, firm voice, and gentle touch made me feel good. "You are gorgeous, Nancy! I don't know how you keep the men at bay at work. I have heard that mechanics are always horny!"
She looked directly at me and said, in a matter of fact voice, "They leave me alone; they know I a lesbian."
I didn't know what to say and Nancy misunderstood my silence, "I am sorry but if you're not comfortable, please feel free to leave. I won't be offended."
"No, no, it is not that. In fact two of my closest girl friends are gay. It is just the way you said it caught me by surprise."
She laughed, "I don't like surprises and so I am upfront about my life style."
I hesitated, "Do you have a girl friend?"
"Yes, I do. Her name is Jennifer but she still lives in Los Angeles. I recently got transferred to Dallas. Jenn is a school teacher and plans to join me after schools are out for summer. Hopefully she will find a good school in this area where she can teach next school year."
Nancy disappeared into a room and came back with a small photo album. I assumed the pretty blonde to be Jennifer. There were several photos of Nancy and Jennifer together. Some of the poses were quite intimate, making me blush. My eyes lingered on the one where they were kissing; their arms were around each other, hugging tight.
"You're both gorgeous!" I finally said, handing the album back her.
She smiled, "You think so?"
"Yes, I think you have a great body and a beautiful face. I love your hair."
"Thank you Caitlyn. "
"And..." my voice trailed off.
"What? Go on say it."
"I love the way you take charge. Your voice is soft yet commanding. Your touch is firm yet comforting. You come across as caring yet controlling. Is that what Jennifer loves about you?"
Nancy laughed and openly stared at me from head to toe, taking in every little detail. "You know you remind me of my Jennifer a lot. Besides being blondes and gorgeous, you both have an endearing smile that just melts my heart." She continued, "Can I ask you something personal too?"
Before I could answer, my cell phone rang. "Hi Kevin."
Kevin was my boy friend. "Darling I have to work late tonight. I won't be able to take you out to dinner. Sorry." His was genuinely disappointed.
"That's oaky," I said, hiding my own disappointment. "Come over tomorrow for lunch. Maybe we can swim in the pool. It is going to be a hot Sunday." We said our byes and 'I love you's and hung up.
"That was my boy friend Kevin." And then I remembered she was going to ask something. "You were about to ask me something?"
