I am not a runner or jogger or even a fast walker but I enjoy watching young ladies doing their thing. To this day, I have never seen a runner or jogger smiling as they are doing their thing. I am also perplexed as to why they run alongside cars & trucks that are spewing out carbon monoxide. And, the best is when they do their thing in rain and the freezing cold. I can only guess that they want to die healthy.
Anyway, I digress and should get on with the story...
I live in upstate New York in a nice neighborhood, with nice neighbors and a few pretty women joggers & runners scattered around. Like I said, I enjoy watching them run and jog and such is the case with two lovely women next door to me.
I know them casually as Jane and Diane. Both are fairly young, maybe in their 30's, dynamite bodies and run every damn day in the morning. They live together and aren't married. I can set my clock by them. I have met them and we have chatted but maybe because I am somewhat older, we have never gotten any further.
Every morning I sit on my porch having my tea waiting for them to appear in their running tights and sport bras. When they come out, we wave to each other and I wish them a good run, then wait for their return.
Jane must be about 5'6", blonde with a pony tail and what an ass. Diane is about 5'7", brown hair and legs that never stop until they reach her promised land.
Like I said, every morning I watch the two of them go on their jaunt, eagerly awaiting their return. When they do return, about two hours later, they are all sweaty and their running tights are just about see through. Their tights clearly show the outline of their pussy lips and their ass cracks. I just have enough time to get a good look at their tights before they go inside.
This one morning was no exception.I was sitting on the porch having yet another cup of tea when I saw them returning down the road. From where I was, I could see they were barely walking and then realized that one of them was hurt. I got up and rushed down to them and saw that Jane was hobbling and Diane was trying to get her home.
I asked them if they were ok and Jane said she may have sprained her ankle. Without saying a word, I picked Jane up and carried her to their house and brought her inside to her bed.
I told Diane to get some ice while I elevated her ankle. I wrapped her ankle in the ice and put a pillow underneath it for elevation. Jane was in a lot of pain so I told them I would take them to the hospital.
I took them to the ER for Jane to be checked out. The hospital confirmed that she did have a bad sprained ankle. They took care of her and hours later I took them home.
I drove them home and helped get Jane situated. Before I left I told Diane that I would return to see how they were doing.
A few hours later I rang their bell and Diane let me in.
"How is the patient doing?"
"She seems better. Her ankle swelling went down a little too. But she can't do anything."
She thanked me for everything and we spent some time chatting while Jane slept from the pain killers she was taking.
"You know, I'm sorry, but I forgot your first name."
"Just call me Mr. N."
"Well, Mr. N, thanks for everything."
"Not a problem. That's what neighbors are for. Look, I have to make my dinner later and I'll make some extra and bring it over. That ok?"
"We don't want to impose, but if you insist, we would appreciate it."
"Great, I'll bring dinner over around 6:00. You guys relax and I'll see you later."
I went home and made some eggplant parmigiana, enough for all of us. By this time it was almost 6:00 and I got everything ready to bring over...the food, Italian bread, grated cheese, a big bowl of salad and two bottles of White Zinfandel. I packed it all in a box and brought it over.
As soon as I rang the doorbell, Diane was there to welcome me in. I brought the food into the kitchen. Then I went to see Jane.
"How are you doing?"
"This is not one of my better days."
"I'm sorry that you hurt yourself. If there is anything I can do for you, just give me a holler."
"That's very kind of you. I might take you up on that offer."
"I brought some homemade eggplant parmigiana for dinner. I hope you like it."
"That's one of my favorites. Thanks."
"Do you want to eat in bed or in the kitchen?"
"I would love to eat with you guys but I can't put any weight on my ankle."
"Not a problem pretty lady. I'll carry you to the table."
Just then Diane yelled out that everything was set. I took the covers off of Jane and I lifted her pajama covered body and carried her to the kitchen. As I put her gently down in the chair, I couldn't help but notice she had no bra on. Anyway, I positioned her so that her ankle was elevated on a side chair.
The food and company were terrific. Even in pain, Jane put on a good front and seemed to enjoy the food and company.
After dinner, Jane said she was tired so I carried her back to her bed and got her settled in, all the while catching a side glimpse of her tits. Once that was done, I went inside to help Diane clean up.
When we finished, I was all set to go when Diane asked me to stay.
"Well Diane, I never say no to a pretty lady. Thank you."
We chatted over some of the left over wine and got to know one another better. Diane told me a little about themselves and I told her my story.
She said that Jane and her have been friends since high school and that they both work from home and enjoy their work and the neighborhood.
I told her that I was a widower and semi retired and enjoy working in the garden and using my pool.
"Jane and I would love to have a pool."
"Well, that's an easy fix. You can use my pool any time you would like. And once Jane is up for it, you can just come over and enjoy it, even if I'm not home."
"We'll take you up on that. Thanks for everything."
"You're welcome. I wish there was more I could do for you though."
"You've done enough already."
"If it's ok with you, I'll stop by tomorrow to see if you need anything. Oh, by the way, my first name is Mike and here is my cell number, just in case you need me."
"Well Mike, thanks again for everything. See you tomorrow."
She then gave me a kiss on my cheek as I was heading out the door."