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Tyler stared across the fence at his neighbor, admiring the curve of her rear end as she bent over to water the rose bushes she'd planted along the western corner of her house. She'd only moved in a few months ago, and already had her yard looking like a landscaper's dream.
In comparison, his yard... eh. Lawn-mowing was kept to a comfortable limit due to the fact that much of the yard was covered in concrete or asphalt, due to his landlord's several cars and assorted automotive projects. The rest of his yard was scraggly grass with the occasional weed. He looked back. Mona had used flat stones in strategic designs to create a deck that seated several pieces of lawn furniture. Much of the rest of the yard was taken up by more intricate stone and brick-work, along with strategically-placed beds for the herbs she grew, and the fancy flowers she'd bought from whatever gardening shop she used. As a result, she had little mowing to do, most of it in the front yard.
Mona's place had an ethereal feel to it. There was something in the patterns and choices that Mona used for her stonework that was almost alien, but he chalked it up to her artsy imagination. His attention wandered back to her rear end, which was hugged by a pair of thigh-length khaki shorts. A form-fitting blue short-sleeved shirt and bare feet completed her outfit.
Damn, but he'd love to tap that ass. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail, and he imagined grabbing hold of it as he pounded into her.
As if she'd read his mind, his neighbor turned around, hose still aimed at the bushes, and regarded him with a faint smile.
"Hey, Tyler. Lovely day, isn't it?" she asked conversationally. He gulped and nodded. They'd gotten to know one another on a casual basis the last few months since Mona had suddenly moved onto the lot next door, and almost overnight, the house that was being constructed there was completed. The cul-de-sac they both lived on was relatively quiet, mostly people who wanted to stick to themselves, and large tracts of forest or grassland interspersed with the remains of concrete from long-demolished buildings surrounded the small neighborhood.
He wondered what brought her to a place like this, especially as she seemed to be living alone, but she'd never volunteered that information to anyone. But she didn't make trouble, so if someone wanted to wonder if she tortured people in her basement or something just as lurid, they had little grounds for it. She kept her grounds scrupulously clean, followed the informal quiet hours, and had no pets which she let loose around the neighborhood like old man McCluskey.
"Not too bad... though I'd rather be laying in the sun than working," he chuckled. Oh my god, that was awkward, he immediately berated himself, not wanting her to think he was lazy. He'd intended to do the mowing earlier when the morning was still cool but had gotten called into work. He'd gotten home an hour ago and per his agreement with his landlord, he did the mowing. Might as well get it over with, especially since the grass was getting a bit high.
"There's always work to be done, isn't there?" she asked dryly. "But there needs to be time for play. How would you like to come over tonight for dinner and some beer?"
Holy shit, holy shit, he thought. She's actually inviting me to dinner?
"I hope I didn't offend?" Mona asked lightly. "You seem surprised."
"N-no. It's a nice surprise. I'd love to come!"
"I'm not much of a cook, I'll admit. But how about pizza?"
"Oh, absolutely!" Heck, he'd rather have pizza than go to some snooty restaurant.
She smiled and tapped her chin. "How about I provide the beer and dishes, and you come over with pizza?" she asked.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!! He felt like a fanboy, and could not help but imagine himself as an anime character, doing a squeal while jumping up and down.
"I would think one pizza, and an order or two of bread-sticks would be enough for the two of us?" she asked casually, unaware of his pounding heart, or so he was certain. If he'd noticed the faint smirk on her lips, he'd have been disabused of that notion.
"Um. Yeah, that sounds great! Is there anything else I could bring?"
"Yourself?" she teased. He chuckled, feeling a faint blush on his cheeks before running his fingers through his frizzy dark brown hair. The hair that some people jokingly referred to as a Jew-fro could get especially wild on days like this. Growing it longer to keep in a ponytail had been a hassle, and he didn't like having his hair too short.
"Um, yeah. Obviously. You'd be bored if it was just the pizza, right?"
"Or I could have the pizza to myself," the redhead shot back playfully.
"Aw," he pouted. She laughed at that, and it was music to his ears.
"So say around eight? Soon as you get the pizza, come on over."
"Awesome! See you tonight!"
Mona smiled at him before walking away, her rear end flexing under her shorts before she looked over her shoulder, regarding him with an impish grin.
Oh yeah, baby. He hadn't been sure what he'd do on this Friday night. Hit a bar with some of his friends, go see a movie, walk around town... but an evening with Mona was the best idea by such a leap that it left all the other options in its dust.
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Mona had been observing her neighbors for months. The neighborhood was made up of a varied lot, with a couple of families with young children, some older folks, a few young adults in college or just moved from home rooming together, and a few immigrants. She'd observed a variety of behaviors in this pocket of the world, as well as in the bigger cities and the like. She'd gone on trips into various cities over the world in an assortment of disguises, doing her research and studies that would benefit her race.
She was not the only researcher who had left her home-world, but her work concerned a sort of situation not often considered by the common person. Her world did not need to harvest minerals or slave labor from Earth. Their intentions were peaceful -- at least, mostly. They had no interest in war, but the leaders of her home-world were insisting that a solution be found for their problems. And so she was here, having established her base of operations in this area, and collecting data from a variety of sources.
Fortunately, it seemed, at least thus far, that this planet just might have a solution for the problems that had plagued her race. She felt that she'd gathered enough data by this point that she could move on to the next level in her research. And who better to help her than a man who was interested in her?
She'd carefully considered her wardrobe options based on what was considered sexy, or trendy, among various social strata, and had decided on something she was certain Tyler would respond positively to.
As she'd made preparations, she looked out one of her windows on occasion, seeing him mow the lawn or do some other yard work. He'd started in a T-shirt but eventually removed that as the afternoon wore on, revealing the physique of a man who worked hard yet allowed himself some indulgences. This made for a comfortable appeal, the effect of his broad shoulders softened by his warm grin. Though his stomach was devoid of the cut look of abs that some Earthlings glamorized, it was still relatively flat, and if the hints she'd seen in the past were any indication, his male parts were at least average-sized. As far as physical attributes went in a healthy male Earthling, Tyler was a good specimen.
She stretched out across the couch and picked up the book she was currently reading. Earthling novels were as varied as the people that populated the planet, and she'd come across some excellent, and some simply terrible novels.
At five minutes after eight, she heard a knocking. She smiled to herself as she set her book down on the coffeetable before rising to her feet.
As she opened the door, she looked up at him. Cradled in one arm was a couple of containers from a pizza franchise popular in these parts, and in his other hand was a bouquet of flowers.
"Oh, Tyler! How nice! Come in, leave your shoes there, and sit, just put the food on the table and I'll go get a vase for these flowers." She pulled back to let him in, ever aware of his admiring gaze as he moved past her. She'd chosen a casual black and green dress that ended just above her knees, and displayed a tasteful bit of cleavage with a sweetheart neckline. Under the dress were several items she'd obtained from Victoria's Secret. One of the things she found amusing about this world was how before the Internet had become so easily accessible, some men had pleasured themselves to Victoria's Secret catalogs. And even now, the sight of women in lingerie still had a powerful allure on most men.
She retreated to the kitchen, finding a place for the flowers before coming back out with two plates and napkins, and making another trip for beer and Gatorade. She'd observed him drinking the beverage several times, and set a bottle in front of him.
"You've had a long day, and you look a bit tired," she said with a concerned tone. He did look a bit peaked, even though he'd showered and changed into a pair of comfortable black jeans along with a comfortable button-up shirt. As if like her, he'd been trying to balance between looking nice and casual.
"Did you read my mind? I ran out of Gatorade yesterday and hadn't had the chance to swing by Wal-Mart!"
