The sun was blazing today. It was summer, but something about today made Mia want to lounge in her air conditioned house for the rest of eternity, with nothing on but a bra and old tennis shorts. Her parents had gone away for the long weekend, and Mia was supposed to invite Shane over. Her parents liked Shane, and Mia didn't mind having him over for a good time after the sun set and her house felt larger with just her in it. But here was the issue: her parents had promised Mia that when they'd come back, Mia could take a long trip with her girlfriends. The girl was dreaming of a month long trip to celebrate her college graduation, just her and three close friends. Somewhere far away and expensive. Mia had earned it, she'd studied the ins and outs of business and all that bullshit just to please her parents.
But what had her parents done instead? Changed their minds and told her she'd have to start working at her fathers' company asap. Real estate and loans made Mia want to fall asleep. She was due to start the week after her parents came back. Mia was furious because not only was she not vacationing like planned, but now she was stuck in some stupid ass job she didn't ask for in the beginning.
Mia poured another glass of wine, listening to music while she waited for Shane. Outside, a loud car engine purred to life. That was the cue of Omar, her neighbor. Mia knew her parents, especially her dad, despised Omar. He was some older buff guy who juggled jobs and threw parties every weekend. Mia's dad said it was something about how Omar wanted to act young yet he was nearing 50.
Mia got closer to the window that faced the front yard. She saw Omar moving around in a tight white tank and jeans. Yeah he was buff, but there was a bit of a pot belly growing. If he didn't watch it, he'd definitely get start getting fat. Mia's phone vibrated with a message from Shane while she watched her neighbor clean his car. God, men were so obsessed with their fucking cars.
Shane said he couldn't make it. Something about a family reunion. Boring. Mia watched her neighbor cleaning the hood of the car, his forehead lined with sweat. He'd recently gotten a buzz cut, and his skin was deeply tan. Omar had a younger wife and kids, but the man always seemed to be by himself. Mia had felt his eyes on her when they'd unexpectedly crossed paths. Omar didn't say hi, he knew Mia's parents didn't like him. But Mia could still feel the man's presence while she walked to her car, or checked the mailbox.
Mia chugged the wine from her glass, rubbing her knee. She was bored, and the wine was making her horny. And this old beefcake was just hanging outside, so she'd give him a little show. Why not? Mia loved men's attention.
She threw on a little crop top that barely covered her chest and stepped outside, walking determinedly to the mailbox. Omar continued to clean his old car, but Mia felt eyes as she turned her back to him. She stretched on her tiptoes, casually opening the box. Of course there was nothing. Mia ran her hands back through her hair, pretending to drop something. She knelt down, no doubt giving the man a view of her thighs and the briefest glimpse of her ass.
She turned to face him. Omar was staring at her, his forehead still lined with sweat. "Hello." She smiled, her eyes moving down. There was a noticeable bulge.
"Hi," The man responded gruffly, looking back down at his car.
"Hot day, huh?" Mia continued to smile. She rubbed a hand against her arm, pushing her top up a little.
"Yup." Omar's jaw clenched while he worked. He really was getting a little heavier now that Mia was closer. Mia got a deliciously bad idea. Nothing too dramatic, but what if she got Omar into her parents' house? Just for a drink or something? The thought of him in her parents' house drinking from her mom's favorite glasses would be enough to make her parents have a heart attack. Oh yes.
"Wouldn't you like a drink? I have some wine. I was thinking of adding some fruit and making it sangria?" Mia glanced at Omar's house. It seemed to just be Omar at home.
Omar looked at her, frowning. He wiped his brow. Mia knew he knew she was going out her way to talk to him. "Um, sure. Your parents won't mind?" But he didn't care. Mia knew that much.
"Nope." Mia turned and walked toward her driveway. She looked at Omar and he put the cloth down on the hood of the car. He looked around their neighborhood, and then began to walk toward Mia.
Mia poured the wine and sliced an orange and some apples. "I'm not sure if Sangria has apples but..." She fixed Omar a glass. The man looked red and sweaty and so out of place. Mia was happy to give him wine from her parents' stash. It's what they deserved.
"Thanks." Omar took a large gulp. "Good." He put the glass down on the coffee table in front of him.
"Sure." Mia stood awkwardly. Ok, this had been fun, but now.
"So...you in school?"
"Nope, just graduated college." Mia drank from her own glass, catching a slice of orange in between her teeth.
"Oh. Nice." Omar leaned forward. "Listen, I know your parents don't like me."
"What made it so obvious?" Mia asked dryly.
Omar laughed a little. "But you're alright. I wouldn't mind having you over one weekend, if you'd ever feel game."
Mia smiled, not knowing what to say. "Thanks."
Omar rubbed his chin, leaning back against the cushion. "Your parents got a nice house."
"Uh huh." Mia was growing bored. This had been fun while it lasted, but now she'd rather watch a movie and finish the wine on her own.
"You've got to be having more people over. Throw a party or two." Omar laughed again. The man really should've been acting his own age. Mia smiled, nodding. "You could get away with a thing or two on your own here." Omar's smile was large. His hands rested on his sides, deeply tan against the white couch. He stood up, walking around the living room.
Mia chugged more wine, watching the bulge in his jeans. That hadn't gone down, and the man wasn't doing much to hide it. "Get away with what?" Mia asked, feigning obliviousness.
Omar stood next to her. "What do you think?" His eyes trailed down her chest, her legs. Mia's skin prickled. She was beginning to get uncomfortable.
"Maybe you should"-
"Oh come on, you didn't invite me into this house just for a drink, did you?" The man wrapped a meaty hand around the girl's hip. His body bumped against her as he stood behind her. Mia's skin seemed to liven up, like it always did with the male touch.
"I think you got this all wrong..." A nervous laugh bubbled up in her throat.