Readers,
It has been a long time since I looked at this series, but it has gotten plenty of comments and high ratings. I'm going to see if I can wake up my muse and revive this series.
Joeehartley
Over the last couple of years, Jack had fallen into a routine. It was not a rut as that has a negative and boring, connotation, but rather a pleasant sameness that did not require a lot of thought. He went to the small gym every morning, did the same workout, often with an assistant. Next was brunch followed by a get together with one of more of the ladies who had befriended him for some naked fun to fill the rest of the day.
People seldom moved away and therefore there were few new neighbors moving in. It was a big deal for everyone in the community whenever a new person moved in, granted since most of the existing tenants were women, they were more interested if the new occupant was a healthy and active male.
The new resident turned out to be a woman and one who looked fit and trim. She and her moving van stopped two doors down from Jack. She, like most others in this community, didn't appear to have a lot of items to be moved and within an hour the moving van had left. The new inhabitant was now left with the unenviable task of organizing her belongings in the small space.
Jack knew that the women who lived close had all watched the men in the moving van unload the items of this new resident and had seen her standing in front of her condo. They also saw when the van left, but not one of them came out to greet the new neighbor. Jack decided to introduce himself and offer to help her move in, or at least direct her to the lunch room, knowing that she would be hungry after the move.
He walked over to the newly occupied condo, "Hello, I'm your new neighbor," Jack announced though the open door.
A sweaty woman dressed in jogging shorts and an oversize Tee-shirt came to her new doorway, "Hi," she said.
"I'm Jack, I live right over there in number 37. I just wanted to welcome you to the community and offer any help you might need. I know how hectic moving day can be," he said with a warm and welcoming smile. He hoped that she would not turn out to be one of those bitter women who seemed to live in the game room and were unpleasant to all they met.
"That's so kind of you," the woman answered returning the smile. "I'm Linda, and to tell you the truth, I'm lost at what to do next. It's been over thirty years since I've had to move and had to get rid of so much and now that I'm here without all the hired help I don't know what to do."
"Do you mind if I assist you in getting organized. I just moved in a couple of years ago and I think I remember how to do it," Jack offered.
"Would you please?" she almost begged.
Jack followed her into her condo. "Why don't we start with your kitchen. Where are the boxes of kitchen stuff?"
Linda pointed to the two boxes and soon everything was placed within easy reach. Jack found out that Linda actually loved to cook and offered him a home cooked meal as payment for his help. He suggested that she wait at least a week to get settled before she offered him dinner, but then he'd love to come over.
They next organized her bathroom and bedroom. The furniture had all been placed by the movers and Linda was happy with its placement. Jack made sure her TV was plugged in and working. He also set all of her clocks to the correct time and was impressed that she was all set up I just a little over an hour.
He directed her to the cafeteria and told her their hours. He left her to take her shower after the hard day's work and went back to his condo after again offering his assistance for anything she might need.
Jack went back to his condo and stripped off his sweaty clothes, he didn't bother to close the door. It had become a routine for him to leave his door open as an open invitation to any of his friends who felt like dropping by. He took a quick shower and after drying off retired to his living room to watch a bit of TV. He rarely wore clothes when home; most of his lady friends preferred it that way.
Jack sat in his recliner enjoying the breeze from the open door across his naked body and casually stroking himself when her heard someone call his name. It was his new neighbor, Linda, "Hello Jack," she called out just before stepping through the open door. She stopped after taking one step in when she noticed that jack was sitting in his recliner. She froze with her eyes fixated on the naked man. It took her several seconds to recognize that she was actually invading his privacy, but she could not convince her legs to take her back out of his home or to even turn her around.
Finally, she found her voice, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," she said as her face turned a bright red. Still, she did not move.
"No problem," Jack said, standing up and exiting to his bedroom. He returned in a couple of seconds slipping into his robe. "I often enjoy feeling the breeze on my body after I take a shower, sorry if I offended you."
"I'm not offended, as a matter of fact, I consider it a perk I never expected," she replied with a smile.
"In that case, come on over whenever you want. I'm often nude," Jack offered.
"Are you a nudist?" Linda asked. "Based on what I saw of your level of arousal, I wouldn't think so," she said still smiling.
"I'm not," Jack looked at the woman in front of him. She was again wearing a pair of shorts and a Tee-shirt, but this one fit her better and he noticed that her nipples were plainly visible. She was obviously turned on. He also noticed that she was biting her lower lip.
Jack smiled at her as he asked, "Would you like me to take back off my robe?"
Linda again turned bright red. "We barely know each other, but so far, I get the impression we are going to become very good friends." She didn't directly answer the question but her eyes shifted lower to watch the budge between his legs grow.
Jack read the signals perfectly, but decided not to pursue them yet. He needed to inform her of the games that were played here. "I'd love to take this back off and allow us to get to know each better, and I do want to do that later, but right now I think I'll get some clothes on and take you down to the cafeteria and I'll fill you in on how this community works over lunch."
Jack retired to his bedroom and took off his robe; he had not closed the door. He put on his standard shorts, Tee, and shoes and escorted his new friend to the cafeteria.
Luckily none of his close friends were here yet and he could inform Linda of the sexual activities in this community. He also informed her of the severe lack of men willing to play. Jack admitted that he'd been told that he was the only man who was active and that there were dozens of women that he sees often sexually. He confessed that he was not interested in an exclusive relationship and told her that he would introduce her to a couple of the other ladies who would introduce her to the other men around who also enjoyed sex, but rarely left their condos.
Linda listened with fascination, she had never in her wildest dreams thought she'd ever find anything like what Jack was describing. She'd been celibate for the last several years. She had not met any men who wanted anything but her money, or for her to take care of them. None were interested in sex. Obviously, she'd prefer if there were more active men, but she was glad she'd met Jack. She asked several questions and Jack answered as honestly as he could.
