I liked the place I lived. The community was great. Small town suburbs. Great new subdivision. Sidewalks down the street. Well lit. People get off work, come home, walk their dogs, walk their families, and walk themselves. Lots of younger families populate the place. Young couples with young kids. This place is home to some of the finest young moms around as well. It was an alright thing when you could go to get your mail and get to smile and wave at the gorgeous, buxom, brunette pushing the stroller; or the sexy, bubbly, redhead pulling the wagon. These women were one of the greatest parts about living here.
I had moved in about 5 months ago. Just came into town for a new networking job. I got this nice house, filled it with stuff, got the big tv, sound system, big grill out back. It is the perfect place for a single, good looking guy from the city. And the women here are incredible. There was one young lady in particular who loved when I would flirt with her. "Jenny", she said her name was, when we met at my mailbox one breezy autumn eve.
"I live here with my husband and my kid, we've been here for about a year." she went on as I smiled at her and her at me. The following weeks we would see each other when we were jogging, or crossing paths at my mailbox. I may have held off getting my mail for a bit as I saw her coming a few times.
She was just so sexy; I had to see her again as much as I could. To catch the scent of her thick brown hair as we chit chat. She had these beautiful green eyes that shone in the evening sun. Perfect proportioned face with a tiny nose. Nice slim body with perky tits. She loved to jog and keep herself trim and it showed. One evening I was just sitting at home watching some tv. The glare of the setting sun off the screen annoyed me. My doorbell rang so I get up and open the door. I am greeted by a smiling Jenny who slips quickly past the door and shuts it behind her.
"I told my husband I was at a friend's down the street, I don't want anyone to see me.", she claims all with a grin on her face. "We've got about 30 minutes," she claims, as she rushes into my lips. We kiss with passion. It is a kiss that tells me maybe she isn't getting kissed the way she wants, at home. I not being a guy to say no to a sexy woman's kiss return it with passion to match.