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The Kirtland's moved into the house next to me a week ago. I met them out inspecting their yard while the moving truck was still in the drive. Or at least I met Kelly. It was around 11 AM Monday morning, and I had just gotten up, having worked my 10 hour grave shift at the data center until 4 AM. It's a great job for me, 10 hours a day, 4 days a week on a rotating schedule, and means I have 3 days off in a row plus virtually the entire daytime hours free. It also means I'm home, if I want to be, when most working people aren't.
That house had been empty for a while, and I was surprised to see the sudden activity there. When I walked into my back yard, a woman was inspecting the few sparse flower beds. She waved and yelled out a cheery "Hi" when she saw me and I responded, not sure what was going on. But I was sure I liked what I saw. She was rather short, maybe 5'4", mid-thirties like me. But she appeared to be pretty well built, curvy hips, even a little top heavy, and she had curly blonde hair down below her shoulders. I introduced myself as Ron, and she told me she was Kelly Kirtland. About that time, a man appeared from the back door and walked a little way towards us. Kelly said, "That's Kirk, my husband," and yelled to him, "this is Ron, our new neighbor."
I waved, and shouted, "Hi Kirk," and was a little taken aback when he half-heartedly waved and turned back to the house without a word.
She frowned and growled, "He's being his usual polite self, I see. Well you probably won't see much of him anyhow, he's away on business a lot, and doesn't spend much time socializing. We moved here because I wanted a yard I could garden in, and he could care less."
I gulped a bit at the strange contrast, but taking another look at her, I didn't really care. "Well, anyway, Kelly, I'm very glad to meet you, and hope you enjoy yourself here. And it will be great to see some bright flowers around here for a change. When you're done here, feel free to plant a few in my yard too," I kidded.
"I might take you up on that," she said with a smile, "but I can see I have quite a bit to do here first."
At that point, Kirk appeared again and shouted at her, "The movers are ready to leave, you better see if you need anything shifted."
"Oops, I suppose I better do that," she said, "but I'm sure I'll see you again soon!" With that she gave me a big smile and went trotting off to the house, as I admired the wiggle of her hips and ass all the way. I liked Kelly - a lot. But I already knew I didn't care for Kirk. Not only was he a little rude and distant, but I was jealous he had something I wanted - Kelly.
I had the next 3 days off, so I was up a little earlier the next morning, around 9, but when I looked out the window I saw she had beaten me. She was working at an old flower bed near my property line, energetically digging away with a spade. But I was much more interested to see that she had only short cut-offs and a halter top on, her dark skin showing she obviously spent a lot of time outdoors or tanning. There was about 6 inches of bare skin between the top and her shorts. I got my coffee and strolled out to see what she was doing, really more just to see her. But when she saw me she waved me over.
"Hi, Ron, you're just in time to give me a hand, if you don't mind. I dug up this big ol' boulder, but I can't get it into my wheelbarrow, would you see if you can move it for me?"
Eager to help, I lifted the mid-sized rock easily and we wheeled it off to the back of the shed. "Wow," she smiled, "I can see you may be very useful around here!"
"Just give me a call, anytime you have a problem," I replied. Our eyes made contact and couldn't break away for a moment. I was sure I saw something there more than gratitude.
As we walked back to the garden, I couldn't resist saying, "Wow, Kelly, you sure have a great tan; you must spend a lot of time outdoors."
"I do," she replied, "but the truth is, I go to a tanning salon regularly, I really love the feel of an all-over tan." With a big smile she put one hand on the waistband of her shorts and the other at the lower hem of her top, pushing the shorts down a bit, showing the beginning of the curve of her round ass, and pulling up the top. Whatever she intended, I could clearly see the under-curve of her breast, just as brown as the rest of her, and it was obvious she had no bra. Then I noticed the beginnings of a couple of little bumps under her top.
"Mmmmmmmm, beautiful," I smiled back, and we both knew I meant more than just the tan.
"I really want to get some work done before it gets too hot," she said, "but hopefully, I'll see you later."
"I'm sure you will," I replied, "and if it gets too hot, come on over and cool off in my pool. You're welcome to it any time, whether I'm home or not." I don't use it that much, and I figured she would be a great incentive to spend more time there.