Hi. I was batting around a couple ideas and I came up with this one. I think it is fun and hopefully you will as well. Just by way of reminder, the story is fake. No one in the story is a real person. They are all made up characters in my head that I put down on paper. If you think it is you or someone you know, you are wrong, it is not. If you know anyone in the story, then you may want to get your medication updated. All persons in this story are eighteen or over, though none of them are real. The neighborhood is not real and neither is the grass in the yard next to the fake pool.
I am writing this for entertainment purposes. It is not meant to mimic life events in the real world. It is fake. I suggest suspending disbelief and imagine what it would be like, if life were like this, for just a month or two.
I welcome constructive criticism and, as a matter of fact, I suggest and appreciate constructive criticism. If you are not rating this a five, I'd like to know why so I can improve. I write and post for that purpose alone, to get better. Vote and comment so I know what you think. Thanks for reading and I hope this fuels your fantasies.
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I lived in a neighborhood that was a lot like most suburban neighborhoods around America. We mowed our lawn and kept it green, measuring our yards against one another in a permanent one upmanship that continued for well, pretty much ever. My dad had lived here and participated. He pushed my brother and I to participate as we grew up, and the expectation was that I would pass that participation on to my kids, I mean, if I ever had any.
I was single and had just turned thirty the year that Bob moved in next door. Bob was a largish man, not fat, large, big boned like linebacker. I actually found out later that he was a second string linebacker in college. Now, he was a successful businessman, trading his time for money in an effort to elevate his family to the status of upper middle class or even lower upper class. Bah, I didn't worry about that shit. I guess it is easy to take my attitude when you have advantage. My dad made quite a lot of money in the stock market when he was younger and now he and mom lived their lives abroad. A few tips from him and my investments paid off as well. Because of that, and a sound spending plan, I was able to basically stay home and skip the whole working thing.
When I looked around the neighborhood, one of the nicer neighborhoods in this particular 'burb, I noticed that a lot of the men and some of the women that lived here, spent more time away than they spent here. I mean, why get a home here, when you spend as much time at your office as you do here?
Well, in Bob's case, it was a place to keep his women. He had three generations of women living with him. His wife's mother lived in the home with them, a beautiful woman in her late fifties. His daughter was just eighteen and had started at the college nearby in a pre-law/general education program. Then there was his wife. Sasha was a beautiful woman with light chocolate skin and long, sensuous legs that she loved to show off. Her primary mode of dress was short shorts with a high waist and cropped tops. She showed a lot of skin and such skin it was. And she was none too shy either. The master bedroom was outside my computer room. Early on, I discovered that every night at a bit after seven, she took a shower or bath. Though I couldn't see that part, the nearly sheer curtains in the bedroom did not hide anything when she disrobed.
My yard had a pool and was an oversized lot because my dad paid extra for it when they started development of the suburb. It was also a corner lot. Because of that, I tended to throw parties at most all of the special occasions. This year, only a few months after Bob and family had moved in, I had my annual 4th of July party. I invited the block and a few others from nearby and had about fifteen families or roughly fifty to sixty people. It was about the limit of the capability of the yard to handle but everyone had a great time. Bob and Sasha as well as her mom Bekka met pretty much everyone and had a wonderful time. So wonderful that Bob was feeling a bit out of sorts at the end when he and Bekka called it a day and went home, dragging his daughter Megan along. Bob mentioned that Sasha would be happy to stay and help me straighten up. She stayed but I could see she was tired and just wanted off her feet.
"Why don't you have a seat on the couch?" I said, "It will be a while before everyone is gone anyway. You look like your feet are hurting a bit."
Eventually, people started wandering out. My peek through the window in the computer room showed Bob face down on the bed, passed out. I headed back out to the couch. Sasha was sitting with one of the lasts guests, while his wife stood nearby watching him unsuccessfully hit on Sasha. I placed my hand on the middle of her back, her skin soft and warm beneath my hand.
"He has you and he's hitting on her?" I asked quietly and she leaned in, pressing her shoulder against my chest.
"Some men don't appreciate what they have until it is gone," said Julia, "How come you don't have a wife?"
"You are already taken," I said, and sniffed her red hair. Julie was a hot one. Pale skin that didn't seem to tan, auburn hair and big hazel eyes. She was usually in a wrap and a bikini like she was today. "Do you think he would notice if we slipped into the back room?"
She sighed, "I think he would, unfortunately," she said, "and if he finishes that beer, you'll end up having him overnight, so I better get him home." she looked up at me and lightly kissed my lips. "Maybe I'll come by this week and say hi. With this heat wave, a swim would be nice."
"If he passed out, maybe we... And any time, you're always welcome and desired," I said and she smiled and slipped over to her husband. They left and I flopped down on the couch. "Ah, finally," I said and looked over at her, "Did you have a good time, Sasha?"
"I did, thank you for inviting me and rescuing me from Terry," she said. "But I spent more time on my feet than normal in these ridiculous heels that Bob wanted me to wear."
"Here, kick your feet up here and I'll rub them for you," I said. She turned sideways on the couch and laid her calves across my lap. I pulled off the shoe on the outside foot and started to rub it, digging my fingers into the knots I found there.
"Oh goddess, that feels good," she said. She moaned slightly as I worked out the knots.
"Did you say, goddess?" I asked, "Is it a particular goddess or just in general?"
"Right then, oh yes, uh, right then it was in general," she said, "I am a pagan, learned from my mother and passed on to my daughter."
I started on the second foot. She sat up a bit and propped a couple pillows behind her, "Wow, this tendon is a bit tweaked," I said as I worked the Achilles on her left ankle. "Did you twist it recently?"
"About a week ago," she replied, "It was almost better until today."
"I may have to rub higher, but I should be able to work it out," I said and waited for her response.
She paused but eventually said, "Okay." I got up and went to the bathroom and came out with some Icy/Hot cream and some latex gloves.
"No latex allergies?" I asked and she shook her head. "Okay, well this goes on warm then cools and gives a lovely relaxation to the muscles. The tendon," I rubbed as I talked, "has pulled on the muscle enough to make it spasm. So, we loosen the tendon, then the muscle." I worked for a few minutes, "Then repeat the process and it will loosen more," I continued and she was relaxing into it more and more. I gave that leg a break and went to the other. She looked at me but didn't comment and I massaged her right calf then returned to the other. "Sometimes you have to leave it for a minute then go back." I dug in and felt a knot relax under my hand after a few more minutes.
"Oh, I felt that, like a spring let loose," she said, "Is that it, am I cured?" I had stopped rubbing and pulled off the gloves.
"Not cured, but more will only harm," I said stripping off the latex gloves and lightly caressing her shins, "The muscles need to acclimate and relax a bit. You might take a warm bath later, and wear socks to bed. But be cautious of inflammation. Look, I have some flats I think would be about your size. You'd be surprised how many things get left here and never claimed." I stood and laid her legs out flat, "Wait here a moment and let me get them." I went to the closet. I actually have two shoe racks in the front closet attached to the back wall. They were almost full of abandoned shoes never claimed by the guests that left them.
I pulled out three pairs, a flat simple sandal, a set of flip flops with a thicker heel and a pair of deck shoes. I returned to the couch and she lifted her feet then put them back in place. I showed her the choices and she said, "I like the sandals, don't do well with flip flops and the others are okay."
Unfortunately, the sandals were a half size too small though it was sexy wrapping them around her pretty ankles. The deck shoes fit perfectly. "There you go." I said, "Maybe not stylish, but far better on your feet and you really don't need the heels to make your legs look great." I admired her legs for a moment then continued, "Anyway, don't worry about helping out. It's Sunday night, go home, take that bath, relax. I'll probably go to bed and clean it all up tomorrow."
"What time do you plan to get up? I could come over and help?" she said.
"Oh, you don't have to," I began and she interrupted.
"No," she said with a smile, "I insist."
