"Hey Leah, I'm so sorry to bother you, but I have a favor to ask," I heard my middle-aged neighbor say on my doorstep while she held some kind of basket.
"Oh my god, Agnes, you look so frazzled, are you ok?" I replied, genuinely concerned since I've known her for years and had never seen her like this.
"Yes, I'm fine. It's just the worst luck. I woke up today and realized my house didn't have any hot water. I guess my water heater broke? I called like a dozen plumbers, but the earliest someone could come out is tomorrow. Can I by any chance use your shower? I'm so sorry to ask, but I'm just in a real pinch."
"Of course! Come in, come in!" I said.
"You can use my guest bathroom. It's right over th-what am I saying, you've been over so many times you know where it is. Oh, and you can find some spare towels in that cabinet."
"You're such a lifesaver Leah! This is why you're my favorite neighbor!" she said, clutching her basket tightly.
"You're so sweet...but aren't I your only neighbor? Didn't old man Gil pass away and his family is still trying to sell that house?"
"Like, I said, my favorite neighbor," she repeated with a huge smile on her face and we shared a quick laugh with each other.
"Just so you know, I was actually about to step out to play some Tennis at the park. Feel free to shower and then lock the door on your way out."
"Oh yes, definitely! Oh, real quick before you go, do you mind if my son also comes over and uses the shower too?" she asked quickly.
"Your son? I thought he was in Europe with his father?"
"Oh my, did I never tell you? Bless my heart, I'm so forgetful sometimes. He finished High School there, but he just came home to go to college here. Would you believe it, he chose Wheaton College! How funny would it be if he took one of your classes! If only your son also went to Wheaton and didn't go to school on the other side of the country. I'm sure they would be fast friends."
"Wow, that's so exciting! You must be so happy to have him back! God, I don't think I have seen him since middle school, but anyways, yes, of course he can use it too."
"I'm so thrilled. It's so nice having one of my babies back in the house because it's been so lonely since my daughter left for college too. I guess I shouldn't call him a baby anymore, he's grown up so much. He's so handsome too! I just know the girls at school will be fawning all over him."
I scoffed with a smile and gently slapped her arm when I heard her continue, "It's true though! He's probably going to break so many hearts. Oh anyways, enough about me, you need to get going. I'll be fine!"
"Alright, I'll get going then. I'll see you at my pool party tomorrow, right?" I said while I grabbed my bag with my tennis gear.
"Wouldn't miss it!" she replied enthusiastically.
"Ok, I'll see you later!" I said as I walked out of the house and to my car sitting in my driveway.
A stranger might have thought it was really weird for me to leave someone in my house alone, but I've known Agnes for years and we've been neighbors for so long that I practically considered her a sister. Granted, I was a little hesitant about letting her son use my shower as well, but Agnes was such a close friend that I was confident her son would be respectful. I tried to imagine what he looked like now that he was fully grown, but I had such a hard time. I could only see him as this short, skinny kid.
I backed out of my driveway and drove a short distance to a local park where they had a lot of tennis courts. Ever since I was little, I loved playing. I even played competitively in high school and college, but sadly I wasn't good enough for the professional scene. Instead, I decided to get my Master's degree and eventually found my way into teaching at Wheaton College. However, I never stopped loving the game and always carved out time to play. Besides, it was a great workout to stay in shape. After I arrived and parked my car, I walked over to the courts.
It was the end of Summer, but still incredibly hot out. I was so thankful that tennis outfits were so light and breezy otherwise I'd probably melt right on the court. I put my long brown hair in a ponytail and started to practice by myself before playing a few friendly matches. As much fun as it was, after an hour or so I decided to head back home so I could focus on writing an academic article on my research. I hoped that by getting my blood pumping it would give me the energy I needed to focus and get a few pages typed.
After a short drive back to my house, I walked through my front door and dropped my tennis bag on the floor. My mind was already on my academic research when I turned a corner and somehow bumped into someone. For a moment, pure panic gripped me as I thought someone broke into my house! When I saw it was a young man clothed in only a towel and still wet from a shower, it finally dawned on me that this must be Agnes' son, George. Oh my, he looked so different from how I remembered.
Gone was the skinny boy. Instead, I was faced with a man whose body filled out and was covered in lean muscle. He didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on him! My eyes were immediately drawn to his broad shoulders and his chest muscles that bulged prominently. I noticed his arms weren't bulky, but I could clearly see the definition of his biceps and his triceps. I was stunned at how strong he looked. I was also taken aback by how tall he was too. I wasn't short at 5'6", but he still towered over me. He had to be at least six feet tall, if not more.
What really caught my eyes were his abs though. My eyes couldn't help but devour them. He had the hottest six-pack I had ever seen. They looked so hard and tantalizing that it gave me an instinctual desire to touch them. I saw abs like this in movies, but it was another thing entirely to see it in person. He had to be the hottest guy I had ever seen. Gosh, why did he smell so fucking good too? His aroma was practically addicting.
"Oh, sorry Mrs. Jones, I didn't realize you were going to be home," he apologized sincerely.
"It's Ms. Jones," I practically whispered while my eyes continued to dart across his ripped body.
"Huh?" he said, confused.
I suddenly realized what I was doing and immediately raised my eyes to stare at his handsome face and said in a more authoritative voice, "It's Ms. Jones."
"Oh, right," he said coolly.
I started to see his eyes now wander across my body and I felt my face flush. I knew the tennis outfit I had on highlighted my incredible athletic figure and was probably candy for his eyes. The sleeveless tennis tank-top that I had on tightly hugged my body, especially since I worked up such a sweat. My DD-cup breasts were contained in a sports bra underneath, but they were so big that my chest still had impressive curves.
While my upper body was almost covered except for my arms, my lower body was practically naked. The tennis skirt I had on was essentially a miniskirt, but it had built-in boy shorts, so my most sensitive parts were still covered. However, that didn't stop his eyes from devouring my athletic legs. While my intense skin beauty routine made my skin look tight, smooth, and creamy, it probably increased the intensity of his wandering eyes.
I was totally embarrassed. I tended to dress very conservatively, and this tennis outfit was probably the most revealing set of clothes I had. I wasn't used to hot, young, muscular guys checking me out like this. I felt like I could die, but it was also strangely exhilarating. As a woman at 40, this shouldn't be happening, but then again I did often think I had the body of someone half my age. Besides, it wasn't like I was ashamed of my body or anything. I was actually quite proud of it, but it was just that I wasn't used to showing it off.
My eyes soon glimpsed something twitching underneath his towel and I knew it had to be his cock hardening. I should have been more annoyed or disgusted, but I was strangely turned on. It felt so wrong, but I couldn't help but stare. From what I could tell from under the towel, he looked incredibly well endowed. I felt myself blush again and forcibly looked away. I felt so embarrassed. I mean, this was Agnes' son! I shouldn't be attracted to him. But, was it so wrong to be attracted to a pure hunk like him?
After a few short minutes, I felt like I finally snapped myself out of a trance as I took a step back and crossed my arms in front of me while I said, "I thought you would have showered by now. Your Mom came over hours ago."