Mark and Jenny were high school sweethearts. Mark was not quite as popular, but Jenny was in a league of her own. There was beautiful, hot, gorgeous and then stunning. Well Jenny was after all that. Everything about her seemed almost too perfect. Her skin was soft, toned and clean as a magazine-cover post. Her curves were just right, hourglass with a perfect pair of perky plump breasts and a round shapely heart-shaped beach ass that was unbelievable. There was a slight gap between her legs where you could make out the plumpness of her tight young cunt. Her pussy was pink, immaculately shaven,and shaped in a natural and rare Ms Barbie style pussy or a designer pussy. Her hair was a blonde shine that was healthy and thick.
Jenny and Mark had lost touch soon after high school, leaving Mark still a virgin. Unfortunately for Mark, Jenny had become a bit of a wild girl. Choosing the wrong company, the drinking, dancing and bad choices set her on a scary path. But when she had hit rock bottom from all the craziness and ended up almost working in a strip club, she returned home.
She and Mark eventually reconnected, became good friends and married. Jenny was so thrilled with her new life, and the fact that she had become a wife. She was elated to be a good and caring human being and companion. She loved the way she felt about herself. And it was all thanks to Mark.
Soon after marriage, Mark had decided to buy a new house. He had received an advance from work, and he wanted to put it to good use. The property was in a medium-class suburb and unfortunately was basically an empty shell. The finishings were incomplete, and it needed a lot of instalments and furniture. Since Mark was the only one with a job, it would make things very difficult, and stressful. But he didn't want to think about it today. Today, they were both just thrilled to be moving in to their new home.
As unpacking began, the day was a nice sunny with a cool breeze. Jenny wore a high fitting pair of denim shorts and tank top that outlined her perfect figure appropriately.
The door bell rang and Mark answered.
'Hey. I mean hi there neighbour. I'm Mr Harris.' An old white haired figure stood in the door. He had a bald patch in the middle and his remaining strands were disheveled. His teeth were stained yellow. As Mark looked at him, he seemed as though he had just woken up. Apart from the hair, he had a slight bend at his waist that made him seem a bit tired on his legs.
Mark wasn't sure which neighbor exactly, so he smiled as he looked at the houses beside him. 'Please to meet you.' He instantly noticed the old man peer inside and stay fixated on Jenny who had just arrived. Jenny noticed the odd look and briefly glanced Mark. She smiled and said 'Hi.' as well with a slightly awkward look at Mark.
As Mark started some small talk, Jenny headed back inside, showcasing her perfect heart-shaped ass in that tight-fitting jean fabric. Mr Harris was visibly taken aback at the sight of her dressed like that, and Mark could tell.
'It will be no trouble at all. Please! I mean I've got those things in the garage since ages. And if I can be of help and be a good neighbor, then it's... it's you know. I'm happy to do so.' He finally finished to tell Mark
'That sounds really good. But I'm not sure I would be able to pay for all that stuff.' Mark winced slightly.
Mr Harris patted Mark on the shoulder. 'You don't worry about a thing neighbor. We'll work something out.' With that, Mark closed the door and almost gave a laugh while shaking his head. How many times had he seen it. Men of all ages staring at Jenny so uncontrollably. It was almost hilarious.
'I don't like him.' Jenny was quick to whip as Mark entered the kitchen. Mark frowned.
Having never mentioned it to Jenny, but Mark was strangely aroused by the thought of another guy flirting with her. And the hard-ons he would get at the very thought of someone with her, made him almost doubt his love for her at times. She was so perfect. But the thought of him having power over her in the sense that if he really tried, he could create a scenario where he could potentially offer her pussy to an outsider, excited him immensely. But he loved her dearly, and as much as he enjoyed those thoughts, he would never really enact them. But every time such incidents occurred, he was reminded about how weak his defences were, and how excited his cock became at the thought of this perfect girl flirting with another.
'What's the big deal. He was only looking.'
'Oh. And i suppose you're ok with those kind of perverts.'
'What!' Mark interjected. 'Pervert!'
They both laughed. 'Trust me. I know one when I see them. You need to be careful.'
'Well, he'll be here tomorrow. It's seems our luck is on the up. He's got a bunch of stuff he says we can have. So I hope you like interacting with a pervert.'
'Besides, he only mentioned the free stuff after he saw you.'
Jenny scowled and left the room.
The next day Mr Harris rang the bell at around 11 am. Jenny answered the door half-opened, as if to show he was not welcomed in, and that she was alone. Mark had already left for work.
'Oh... oh hi.' The old mans face was visibly nervous. He had never in his entire life been so close to someone who looked like a beach model. It was truly astounding. How did someone look so perfect, he wondered.
Jenny tried to smile politely. But when she lowered her gaze to his hands, her defence dropped, and she relaxed and slightly stood up.
'It's an old cooktop...I had. I.. um... I thought maybe....'
'Yeah. Wow. That's so sweet. That's.. really nice.' Jenny almost felt bad and tried to give her best smile. She might have been unnecessarily doubtful of him she scolded herself.
'Mark will be so pleased.' Mr Harris could only smile through his yellow stained teeth.
'I have more. A lot more.'
'Great.' Jenny continued smiling fully. 'You know where we live.' She felt slightly stupid for saying that. 'We really appreciate it.'
As Jenny closed the door, the bell rang again. 'The other items will need installments. So...'
'Yeah sure... if you can do it.' Jenny winced slightly at having replied so quickly. 'Bye.' She quickly shut the door feeling stupid.
Mr Harris stood there for a while. His heart was beating so hard he needed a moment to regroup and get the blood flowing back to his limbs. He groaned and left.
When Mark returned from work that evening, Mr Harris met him in the driveway. His demeanour seemed as though he had waited for him.
'Hey Pal.'
Mark was a bit tired but still smiled. 'Hey there.'
'I dropped off a cooking too with your wife today.' Mark looked pleased.
'Thanks a lot.'
Mr Harris nodded smiling. Mark noticed his face for the first time. He was an ugly man. His nose had largish pores and he had a few pimples littered across. His cheeks were rough with old pot marks. Not a pleasant sight. He seemed a little nervous when Jenny came out.
'So what about the other stuff.' Mark wanted to just get inside and relax. Jenny stood with a smile beside Mark.
'Yes yes. I told your wife. I'll start tomorrow. Geysers, beds, mirrors. I got so much.' Jenny nodded in slight excitement.
Mark seemed surprised. He hadn't met someone who was so obliging as Mr Harris. The thought of all this free stuff made him feel really good all of a sudden.
'I don't know how we're gonna pay you back for this. But... that's really very nice of you.' Mark wanted to let him know he had no intention of paying for all this stuff and be polite at the same time.
'No no. It's no problem. I've been living alone for too long. This gives me something to do. And besides...' Mr Harris gulped and seemed to second guess what he was about to say. 'I've got a reason to see your wife again.' He let out an awkward, nervous laugh.
