This story takes place a week after the last one, and the idea was inspired as I walked around our neighborhood one day and saw "Rick" vacuuming his car in his garage. For the full back story on the relationship between Rick and "Diane," see my previous story - but in a nutshell, they're two neighbors who were seriously and secretly into one another, but neither would make the first move. Diane was gorgeous, married and shy; Rick was single, hot and to be honest, kindof a chicken.
As for me, I'm the neighbor who knew both of their stories from friends of theirs, and attempted unsuccessfully to put them together. Although Rick had previously had an affair with a married woman in the neighborhood, admitted to having previously texting flirtatiously with Diane, and was clearly into her in a big way, he got cold feet and couldn't follow through, even though Diane's husband traveled constantly for business and was away for weeks at a time. A shame.
Ultimately there was a happy ending for Diane, however, as I was able to use my knowledge to connect her with another neighbor, and I heard they enjoyed some wonderful times on his back deck in the California sunsets.
This story is called Backseat. As with the first story, the "you" in the story is Rick, as I wrote and sent these stories to him, to try and inspire him about the opportunity right down the street from him.
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Late one warm Sunday afternoon. The neighborhood is quiet, many people away, and you have been working around your house all day. Dressed just in shorts and a t-shirt, you're now in the garage, having backed your car in to vacuum it. As you're working on cleaning up the backseat, you're startled by a female voice shouting your name, trying to be heard over the vacuum cleaner, so you turn it off and look up to see Diane standing just outside the garage.
She looks great, as usual. A snug tank top and sports bra that show off her perky small breasts, and cute running shorts that show off her great legs. Just as happens every time you see her, you're again struck by how beautiful she is. Her face is red, she's clearly been on a long walk or run - you're also amazed at how fit she is, how she manages to keep herself in such great shape when other women her age are letting themselves go. She still cares about her looks, and not for the first time, you wonder if any of that has to do with you, whether she's been preparing all along for what she hoped would eventually happen between the two of you. Brushing that off as just your ego talking, you offer her a glass of water, which she gladly accepts. As you hand her the glass, your fingers touch hers, and you feel that immediate electricity again, and you also feel a stirring below your waist.
The two of you make small talk, but there's clearly tension in the air, tension that is lingering from your meeting in the dugout the previous weekend, tension that feels like it will lead to something inevitable. She asks how it's going, and leans into the car to inspect your work, allowing you to inspect and admire her firm ass as she does. You're reminded of being in the dugout with her, how you were able to massage that delicious ass, and you're definitely starting to get hard.