Cynthia Mays stared out her back window into her yard, the sun, shining bright, and the breeze gently rustling through the trees looked more inviting than the pile of dirty dishes waiting patiently to be loaded into the dishwasher. Biting her lower lip, Cynthia's striking, emerald green eyes darted from the sloppy, wet work area to her beautifully manicured backyard and back again. "I better attend to my housewife duties." She sighed looking around her kitchen.
Cynthia was becoming rather slack with her daily cleaning ritual, but then again could anyone blame her for wanting a change in scenery. At forty-four, this fiery red-headed housewife still had an insatiable sexual appetite. Her kids, at nineteen and twenty-one and twenty-three, could take care of themselves and her husband's new position had him traveling most of the time. She couldn't complain though, his salary paid for the beautiful home nestled in a quiet cul-de-sac located in an upscale neighborhood. But then again she still needed some action in her life. So...
"What the hell, the dishes will still be here when I get in." Cynthia reasoned, but then again when the idea popped into her mind there was no way of convincing her otherwise.
Strolling through the lush green grass of her backyard, Cynthia smiled as a subtle breeze blew over her naked skin. She made a bee line towards the pool. A chaise lounge was waiting for her and her margarita. Nothing could spoil her day, well expect for that dead, bloated squirrel floating in her pool. Gasping in disgust, Cynthia knew she couldn't relax while its body idly floated around in her pool. She quickly made her way out of the gate and across her yard.
Twenty-one year old Jack Steiner answered his door. Cynthia was standing on his front porch, her 5'5" frame was clad in no more than a white bikini and a matching pair of Reebok high tops. Her sun kissed skin was a sharp contrast to her skimpy bathing suit.
"Mrs. Mays..." Jack, who was still in his pajama bottoms, was caught off guard by his sexy neighbor's visit.
"Oh Jack I hate to bother you so early in the morning but a squirrel must've fallen in our pool and drowned. John's at work and it's only me at home. I want to go sunbathing but I can't stand the sight of the poor little guy floating around. Could you come over and skim him out?" Cynthia pleaded.
Jack couldn't ignore a woman in need or the way her breasts heaved from bikini top every time she inhaled. "Ok, give me a few minutes and I'll be right over." Jack smiled.
Jack opened the large wooden gate leading into the Mays' yard. Surveying the yard he saw Mrs. Mays stretched out on a chaise lounge enjoying the beautiful June weather. Jack crossed the flagstone patio to the oblong pool. The water was still and tranquil, well except for the poor, little squirrel that lost its life early that day.
Effortlessly removing the dead rodent from the pool Jack proceeded to dump the water logged body in the garbage can. "Well Mrs. Mays he's out and safely lying in the bottom of the garbage can, I guess I'll get going then." Jack tried to look in her eyes yet they couldn't help but wonder down her slender body as it glistened with oil in the strong sun.
"Oh Jack, you don't need to leave so soon. How about something to drink? Let me repay you." Cynthia smiled, peering up from her sunglasses.
"Well, I guess, but only If you insist, Mrs. Mays"
"Oh, please call me Cynthia."
Her pleasantry made Jack smile.
In the kitchen Jack took a seat at the wooden rectangular table. He was admiring the dark wood cabinets and floors when he glanced over at Cynthia bent over, rummaging through the refrigerator. Her dancing ass suddenly caught his eye. Taking notice of how her bikini bottom rose up over her firm ass cheeks.
Spinning around with a pitcher full of fruit juice, Jack broke from his trance. Cynthia sauntered over to the table with the pitcher and glass. Pouring him a nice, cool glass of homemade fruit juice she flashed him a smile as his hand brushed hers.
"Please make yourself comfortable in the living room while I change into something else. We'll get a chance to talk and get to know one another." Cynthia gestured towards the other room.
Cynthia returned to the living room to find Jack sitting on the couch. She had changed into a white skirt and coral pink spaghetti strap tank top. Easing down next to him on the tan sofa she turned to face him with legs crossed, gazing into his deep blue eyes.
"So Jack, we've been neighbors for almost a year and half and you know I really don't know anything about you. For instance what do you like to do for fun?" Cynthia innocently asked as she placed her hand on her bare knee.
"Um... well I like to swim and run track. But I also enjoy discussing art and listening to classical music. So I guess you could call me a sensitive jock." He laughed.
"Ha, Ha, Ha, wow, your girlfriend must be real lucky to have you." Cynthia gushed. Her hand had now moved up to her bare thigh.
"Well, there's really no one in my life right now." He bowed his head, appearing to be embarrassed at the fact.
"Sorry to hear." Cynthia's hand moved in between of where they sat. "You know I kind of feel silly admitting this but ever since you moved in I've always found you to be attractive."
"Oh yeah?" He questioned with somewhat of disbelief.
