I had moved into a new neighborhood about 3 months ago. It wasn't anything super fancy, just a good decent middle-class neighborhood. Being a single guy, I was always on the lookout for any nice looking women. While I was moving in one of my neighbors from across the street came over to introduce themselves. Sarah and Brett Wicker were their names. Brett was about 5'8", 38, dark hair, kind of skinny, and a nice guy it seemed. He gave off the feeling he thought he was handy but he was kind of a doofus. Sarah was 5'5", 36, blondish hair about to her shoulders and a little plain. Still attractive and a nice body, but if she put some more effort into her hair and makeup she would be instant boner material. Her tits were a good handful and her legs were nicely shaped along with a nice tight ass. She might have been plain but I'm not saying I didn't rub one out to her a little later in the day.
We chatted a little bit and they asked if I needed help and I told them I was good, it was a good workout. Really, I had stairs to go up, and I was afraid that Sarah would be in front of me and I would pop a boner to her in front of her husband. Not the best way to start off with the neighbors. We talked about our jobs real quick. Brett was an IT guy at a company in town and Sarah did some type of consulting stuff for a company where she worked from home most the time. She would go into the office a couple of times a week. I told them about my job as an engineer for an engineering firm. I asked what their names were again and they told me, and I told them my name, Jake, again and we parted ways.
Over the next couple of months, when I would be outside they would come over and talk, but mostly wave when they were both outside. Sarah, seemed to always come over and talk when she was a lone, not that I minded at all. She was friendly and easy to talk to. I had my bench press in the garage and she would always comment about how I didn't need to work out that much. If I was working on something she would talk about how her husband, Brett, wasn't very handy around the house. I tried to play it cool that if they needed any help, I was more than willing to help out. I really wanted to tell her how handy I could be with the tool in my pants, but figured I should filter my thoughts. As the visits from Sarah became more frequent, my lust for her became stronger.
One day we both pull into our drives at about the same time. I get out of the car and wave at her. She yelled, "Hey Jake, do you have a minute?"
I yelled back "Yeah." She comes walking over. She had obviously been to the office as she was wearing a long flowery skirt that came a couple inches above the ankle, black heels, and a white satin button down blouse.
"Hey Jake, do you think you come look at my garbage disposal? Brett will try to fix it, but he's not very good at that type of thing."
I told her I could and we walked across the street over to her house. Now I'm getting nervous, because I'm thinking is this a ploy to really hit on me. I'm also walking behind her and though the skirt is kind of loose, you could still see some movement of her ass as she walked. It wasn't the sexiest outfit you could think of on a woman but it was turning me on because of my wondering mind. Do her bra and panties match? Are those stockings or pantyhose she's wearing? Does she even have panties. Now I'm starting to feel my dick stir.
We walk into the house and go into the kitchen and I ask "So what's wrong with the garbage disposal?"
"Well, it just makes a humming noise, but doesn't seem to really be working when stuff goes down it."