Rob Jenkins was taking the garbage to the alley just as the sun came up. The truck came early, and he did not want to miss this collection; his family had a lot of trash.
He wanted to put it out the night before, but his mother said no. She was fearful that dogs would knock the container over and spread their garbage around. There were rats in the alley, and she did not want to provide any food for them.
Next door, Amy Carlson was swearing under her breath as she wrestled with a heavy garbage container. Damn her husband for not putting it out before he left. In a hurry to get away, she thought. Can't wait to get on the road and leave all the unpacking and things like this to me. All he thinks about is his damn bonus.
She had awakened when Dan left and, not being able to get back to sleep, got out of bed sleepily and began to dress. With all the unpacking to do, she was going to dress casually, but she wanted to feel good also.
Amy put on her favorite skin-colored nylon bra. She liked it especially because it felt as if she were not even wearing a bra. She donned a pair of tiny black lace panties, also her favorite, for the same reason.
She felt very sexy when she wore these undergarments, and she needed a lift this morning. The thought of unpacking all the boxes the movers had left and moving the heavy furniture around was enough to make her feel depressed.
Half awake, still in bra and panties, she went to the garage to make sure Dan had closed the door, something he often failed to do. Her face flushed with anger when she saw the garbage can full of trash the previous owner had left. She was wide awake now and pissed.
Returning to the bedroom she put on a short nylon robe, opened the garage door, and started to haul the container down the driveway to the alley. She felt exposed in the thin nylon robe, but her everyday robe was still in a box somewhere. No one will be out this early, she thought. The sun is barely up.
She had packed her nylon robe, a baby doll nighty, and a sexy red kimono in her overnight bag when she and Dan prepared for their short drive to Houston, hoping to entice Dan into making love the night before he left for a sales trip.
He had begged off. "Too tired, hon," he had told her. "I have to get up early tomorrow, and I need a good night's sleep. I don't want to fall asleep on the road."
And I need a husband who wants sex as much as I do, she thought. She turned her back on him angrily and went to sleep.
Rob put the garbage container in the rack and was about to go back into the garage when he heard an indistinct mumbling coming from next door. He looked in that direction and had an instant hard-on.
The sun was behind a woman, and she appeared to be wearing nothing under a flimsy garment that did not even come down to her knees.
Amy looked up at that moment and saw him staring at her. Still angry with Dan, she became furious at the sight of some boy gawking at her. She yelled, "Are you going to just stand there staring at me, or are you going to come and help?"
Rob swallowed the saliva that filled his mouth suddenly and almost ran toward her. He had not seen anything like her in all of his 18 years. He was glad to help, and to get a better look at this sexy vision.
Amy looked at him as he approached. She thought he was a child when she saw him at first, but she now realized he was older. He's not very tall, she thought, not much taller than I, but he is kind of cute.
She giggled to herself. It would appear, she thought, that he liked what he saw when he was staring at me. That looks like the beginnings of a boner in his pants.
She hated Dan's schedule that took him on sales trips for a month at a time. Amy felt lost and lonely in a new city and still horny. She had counted on making love the night before.
When Rob reached her, she smiled her winningest smile and told him, "Please take this to the alley and wait here for me. I'll be right back."
Rob stared at her, his eyes jerking from her breasts to her panties to her face. He saw now that she was wearing a bra, but it was as if she wasn't. He could see her nipples and, my God, her pubic hair was visible behind the sheer lace of her tiny bikini panties.
He nodded at Amy, his mouth too dry to speak, and grabbed the garbage container to take it to the alley. Wait? Hell yes, he would wait. A hurricane could not move him. He turned his head to follow Amy's progress to the garage and almost fell over the garbage container.
Amy, sure this man-boy was watching her, put an extra shimmy in her walk, a smile on her face. Once in the house, she put on the kimono. She looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head. God. I look like what I am, a middle aged woman who had just gotten out of bed, hair a mess, no makeup. Damn!
She held the kimono, which was beltless and cut with a deep V, to her with one hand to cover her panties, but the design of the kimono showed most of her breasts, which is why she had bought it.
Well, she thought, at least this is not see-through. Holding the kimono closed at her waist, she put a smile on her face as she returned to where Rob was waiting for her.
She put out her free hand. "I'm Amy Carlson, your new neighbor. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was angry at my husband for leaving and not taking out the trash. I am so grateful for your help."
Rob, trying to keep his eyes focused on Amy's face, but drawn to her shapely breasts and legs, managed to get out, "I'm Rob Jenkins. That's OK. I understand. I'm glad I was out and able to help you. I didn't mind at all."
Amy, suppressing a giggle, put her arm through Rob's. "Come in, and I'll fix you a cup of coffee by way of apology."
"That's OK. You don't need to do that," Rob told her.
"I insist," Amy told him. "I need a cup of coffee, and I don't like to drink it alone." She tugged on his arm and drew him toward the garage.
Rob's boner stiffened as he felt her arm against his and his hardon began to leak in his shorts as he realized that her breast was pressing against his arm also.
He looked at her covertly as they went through the garage and into the house. She has to know her breast is touching me, he thought. He licked his dry lips and swallowed the saliva that filled his mouth suddenly.
Rob did not care all that much for coffee, but he would have drunk battery acid if Amy had asked him. He just wanted to be able to be near this gorgeous woman and feast his eyes on her sexy body. Damn, she has nice tits, he thought, and the rest of her looks good also.
Amy led him into the kitchen, filled with packing boxes and odds and ends of furniture. The breakfast nook with its built-in curved seat was buried under boxes.
Amy nodded toward the hall. "There is a small end table in the hall. If you get it and a couple of chairs that are there, I'll make the coffee."
Rob went to the hall and found the table and chairs. He stopped on his way back to the kitchen and stared at Amy, who was on tiptoes reaching for cups and saucers in a cabinet.
The kimono had fallen open and risen up. Rob had a clear view of her ass and the sexy lace panties. He coughed as he walked into the kitchen to let her know he was there.
