| Straight: Infidelity: A New Neighbor (1/6) |
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The late September sun is already heating his bare back as he climbs the scaffold to start another Saturday’s work. “Working this much is going to kill me,” he thinks as the grinder comes to life in his hand and he begins removing the old rotten mortar between the rows of bricks. With the rising gas prices and interest rates he’s taken on a part time construction job, the worst thing about it being it’s killing his sex life, getting up early to start his day then getting home after the wife is too tired to fuck is frustrating and he’s getting more than a little horny. He’s been working on the old three story house for more than a month already and the neighbors have finally stopped complaining about the noise and dust; at least the house that shares the back yard has been empty. It’s already hot and the sweat is running down his bare chest leaving trails in the dust coating his lean frame as the tool’s roar fills his ears through the muffs protecting his hearing. Without warning the grinder goes dead leaving his hands vibrating and ears ringing. From below he hears a muffled voice calling, “Excuse me!” Turning and looking down he sees a woman peering up with a look of mild disgust on her face. “What the fuck does she want, and who in the hell is she?” he thinks to himself. “I don’t remember seeing her around before.” “What can I do for you Miss?” he asks as the fact that she’s wearing a bathrobe dawns on him. “I’m really sorry to bother you, but I just moved in next door and the movers put the boxes with some of my clothes under a box with dishes in it and I can’t lift the damned thing. Could you please help me? By the way my name is Taylor.” Sure enough, she leads him to the empty house in the back yard. “Fuck,” he thinks. “Now I’ll have to listen to her bitching about the mess for the rest of the month.” At least she’s gorgeous, ice blue eyes, long auburn hair that looks like she just got up, long legs poking out from under her robe and a large swell where her breasts are hiding. She leads him through the kitchen to the living room weaving around boxes the whole way. In a corner of the living room he sees a rumpled sleeping bag. “Looks like she doesn’t mind roughing it a little,” he thinks. “It’s this box here,” indicating one at the top of a stack. Lifting it he notices her watching his shoulders as they flex to hoist the heavy box and set it down beside the stack. “Thanks, I really appreciate your help. I hope I didn’t keep you from work too long.” “No, that’s no problem. I just hope I didn’t wake you up to early with all the noise.” “Oh no, I grew up around my dad’s job sites so the sound of men working is kind of relaxing to me,” she assures him. “That’s good to hear, it’s going to take me probably another 2-3 weeks to finish this side of the house so you’ll be hearing a lot of me.” As he is walking back through the kitchen to the back door from the living room he hears her yell, “Those fucking bastards!” Returning to |
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Great story
