It was a nice spring day, getting on towards summer. The weather was warm and a few of the boys had seemed to congregate at my place. Bored, we were shooting a few balls through the old hoop fastened to our garage. It was amazing, really. When we were younger the hoop seemed so high and we'd take such careful aim, gloating when we scored. Now we were all older and taller. The hoop seemed a lot lower and our shooting had moved from fair to abysmal.
It was blatantly obvious that if any of us were thinking about pursuing a career in basketball the time had come to think again. The highlight came when Charlie not only missed the hoop, but the backboard and the garage. The ball soared up and away, sailing over the fence.
Now there is a right way and a wrong way to get a ball that's gone over the fence. The right way is to go around, knock, and ask permission to get the ball. Know anyone who does that? No, me neither. Being right next to the fence I yelled that I'd get it and hopped up onto the fence rail.
That's as far as I got. The woman next door was in the yard and she'd been sunbathing. She'd already got the ball and was preparing to throw it back.
"Ah, don't throw it," I suggested, my eyes popping. "If you'd be so kind as to pass it to me?"
Geez, I couldn't believe it when she laughed, walked over and handed me the ball.
"Thank you," I said, being polite. "Don't go away. There's a question I need to ask you later."
I tossed the ball back to the boys and we continued stuffing around.
Now you're probably wondering what just happened. Well, the woman next door is a real dish. About twenty five, long black hair, boobs that stick out to here, legs that don't seem to quit, nice hips and a tush that Kim K. would envy.
Compare that to me -- eighteen and average. Same as my mates. Same as our various girl-friends, some of whom are friendlier than others.
Now you're thinking that this still doesn't explain why my eyes were popping. Maria, that's her name, had been sun-bathing. Now while I'm sure that she would look sensational in a bikini, she hadn't bothered to put one on. She'd been bathing au natural, and when she'd strolled over to pass me the ball she'd been laughing at my popping eyes as they watched her breasts bounce and her hips sway. I fell instantly in lust.
After a while my mates drifted away, but I remained home. I strolled back to the fence and climbed up. Maria was still sun-bathing and still naked. I finished climbing over the fence, landing lightly in the yard. Whistling softly I strolled over to her, looking down at her, enjoying the view.
She didn't try to cover up, just gave me a slightly cold stare.
"Seen enough?" she demanded.
"Ah, now that you mention it, no," I replied, gently nudging one ankle to encourage her to part her legs a little more. Damned if she didn't do so.
"Question for you," I said softly. "Are you home alone?"
