When Reed first retired two years before, early retirement afforded by smart and lucky business practices, life had seemed grand. The move to Florida that occurred soon after putting him in the perfect area to go fishing whenever he wanted, sit on his porch and relax, or just lay in bed. With four acres of tree covered land, surrounded by other people having much the same, he could see his neighbors but not hear them. Only the damned rooster seemed to care about getting up early.
As he mowed the acre of grass he kept as a lawn, he wondered again about the young woman who lived on the next property over, a rental trailer owned by a fellow in Tampa. Reed had spoken with him once about mowing the property when it was not occupied, but right after that the young woman had moved in with her three small children.
Once every two or three weeks, he would see a pick-up parked in front of the trailer but only for one or two days at most. With very little need to spend time watching the neighbors, Reed only caught glimpses of the woman, seeing the kids mostly.
Almost six months had passed when the knock came on the door. It was late, almost eleven, and dark as Hades outside. Grabbing his pistol, Reed opened the door a crack after turning on the porch light. Standing there, pretty as a picture, was a young woman wrapped in a house robe. Glancing at her feet, he saw she was bare foot.
"Yes, ma'am, can I help you?" he asked, reaching back to put the pistol down out of sight.
"Sir, I am your neighbor." She pointed toward the trailer. "We have a problem with the toilet and I can't get it fixed. I called the landlord but he is not answering." Her voice was very low and almost shy, making it very hard for Reed to deny her. "Could you look at it please?"
"Can you use the other one until tomorrow?" he asked. Damn, I hate toilets, he thought to himself.
"We only have one, sir." Why she had to be so pretty, like a cute little mouse, he would never know. Little women had always been his weak point.
"Let me grab some pants," he told her.
"I will wait and walk with you," she offered.
"I was going to ride my 4-wheeler," he told her. "You are welcome to ride along."
Without hesitation, she replied, "Thank you, I think I will." She might be shy but she certainly seemed to make decisions quickly enough. Certainly a sign of some intelligence, Reed thought.
Pulling his toy from the barn, he realized she might have a problem straddling the seat behind him. Stopping beside her, she looked at the seat and at him, deciding to ride anyway. As he watched, she pulled her house gown through from the rear, between her legs, bunching it in the front. The slim, strong legs that came into view were good enough for a second look and Reed had always been a dirty old man.
Showing her the place to put her feet, she mounted easily and they were off. Her arms snaked around his waist after the first bump and she held on the rest of the way. Stopping at her front door, Reed turned to watch her dismount and he was not disappointed. Somewhere along the ride, the tie belt had come loose, so when she swung her leg over the back to dismount, the top of her robe came open. By the light of her porch lamp, he could see a lacy black baby-doll nighty covering a nice pair of tits. At fifty-six and between girlfriends, Reed was susceptible to anything frilly and hinting of sex.
Feeling his temperature rising, he felt it best to change the scenery. Climbing off the other side, never hinting at what he saw, he stepped onto the porch to follow her inside. The children were already asleep and she held up a finger to her lips for him to remain quiet.
"I need them to sleep," she said with a tired smile. In the better light of the house, he could see lines in her face from the hard work and stress that must be her life. Still very pretty, her youth was slipping away as the daily chores took their toll. Leading the way, she headed down the hall.
Stepping into a very small bathroom and shower combination, he found himself facing a toilet that seemed clogged with paper. "Little Joey was playing in here and before I found him, he tried to flush it." She explained but it was totally unnecessary.
"Do you have a plunger?" he asked.
"Somewhere in the kitchen, I think," she said, starting to squeeze by him to exit. Standing against the wall, there was still very little room and her gown came open again as she passed. The little lace nighty was in full view before she got through and there was no way to hide it.
"Very nice," he said, dragging his eyes off her body and into her eyes.
"Thank you," she said, "Not much need for pretty here." No hint of shy in her voice now.
"I have to disagree," Reed told her. She just blushed and left.
Upon her return, she handed him a small plunger that might work but if not, he would have to get his own bigger one. After three tries, even with most of the visible paper removed, he could not clear the clog. All the while he worked, she stood beside him, leaning over to watch, giving him a peek into her gown. She never realized he was looking and he enjoyed the view too much to tell her.
"Not going to happen," he finally said, standing to look at her.
"So I am stuck with this until tomorrow?" she asked, looking very pitiful.
"I will go get my larger plunger," he volunteered.
The relief on her face was obvious as she said, "That would be great. How will I ever thank you?"
"Just being neighborly, ma'am." Just by pure reflex, he found himself looking down at her partially open gown, slapping himself mentally when her eyes followed his. Turning toward the door, he never saw the little smile that crossed her lips.
Ten minutes later, he was back. Three deep plunges, and the clog gave up. Watching the water sucked downward in a spiral, he turned toward her to say, "That should do it."
She was standing a few feet away, across the hallway, and as he turned to face her, she opened her gown, showing him the little black lace nighty. The body it covered was lean and curvy, with b-cup tits and slightly flared hips. The nighty stopped just below the crotch, showing very curvy, strong legs. Bringing his eyes up to meet hers, he saw her blushing bright red.
"Thank you for the beautiful payment," Reed said in a hushed voice. Taking another look to remember later, he turned and headed out the front door. The ride home cooled his blood but he still used the picture in his mind to satisfy the carnal lust as he relieved the pressure between his legs once in the safety of his own house.
------------------- Two days after the toilet incident, the truck showed up in the neighbors front yard again. Even though the kids were still in evidence, the woman was nowhere to be seen. If I had that, he thought, I would keep it busy to.
Sunday morning, he heard the truck pulling out again. From what he could see, the grass needed mowing but that was not the mans job, at least not that Reed had ever seen. Maybe soon, she would come out and mow the grass. With his camera already on the tripod, the long lens mounted up, he was ready for action.
It was Tuesday before she came outside when he was there. Looking toward the fence that separated the two properties, he noticed her walking over, waving for him to meet her at the fence. As he walked that direction, he noticed she was wearing very short shorts with a modest tube top. The little mouse was very pretty.
"Thank you again for the plumbing work," she said, stopping with her hand resting on a post.
"Thank you for the prompt payment," he returned with a look that traveled down her body.
A blush tinted her cheeks but she said, "And what would it cost me to get the lawn mowed. My mower is broken and my husband is keeping most of his earnings to himself." Her look had changed to one of stubborn pride and he saw an opportunity to see more of her.
Looking past her at the land needing to be mowed, he said, "That is a much bigger job than a stopped toilet." He thought for a moment, seeing her thinking also, before saying, "What guarantee do I have the payment will match the job?"
Stepping closer to the fence, she looked in all directions before saying, "Maybe a preview?"
"That could work. What did you have in mind?" He was getting excited now and felt his cock getting hard as the blood rushed into it.
"Just these," she said, reaching up to pull the tub top down, revealing the prettiest tits Reed had ever laid eyes on. Round and firm, tipped with hard fingertip size nipples that protruded a quarter inch. He felt his tongue lip his lips without thinking, wanting to feel and taste them on his lips.
Stepping back, she pulled the tube back into place, a small smile playing on her lips. "Would you be interested in a show?"
Reed was thinking hard to not limit his options. "Lets say the first is on me with you showing what you think fair. After that, we can renegotiate when both of us know what is available." He could see the wheels turning in her mind and liked the idea of her having to decide what was fair. He hoped to get more than if he made the rules.
"Deal," she said. "One condition."
Reed hesitated as though this might be a deal breaker. If she only knew, nothing would change his mind now. "OK, what?" he asked, trying to sound concerned.
"I only pay you after the children are in bed asleep." She could not afford to have them outside when Reed came over because they would surely tell John. Her husband was very jealous even though she was certain he had another woman on the road.
"That can work. Any particular days?" he asked, trying to sound like he needed to know all the conditions before they started. Typical business deal, right.
