Life on Eden Trails - Part I
Date: 6/22/2016,
Categories:
First Time
Author: CommunicationDirectr
I watched as the moving van pulled away from the house next door. We had new neighbors and I wondered if they would be an older couple or a younger couple. Within a few days, I discovered I was wrong on both accounts. A small Ford sedan pulled up in the drive way next door and I did the neighborly thing and waved. I wondered over and introduced myself. Mike and Betty Tompkins was a couple in their thirties. Their young daughter, Charlene, was an eighteen-year-old young nubile, who had just graduated from high school. She preferred her nick name, "Charlie," to her real name. Tom was a computer software engineer and Betty was unemployed, but looking for work. As we chatted, Charlie disappeared into the house and I only caught a glimpse of her as she darted up the sidewalk. A few days passed and I glanced out my office window to see Charlie leaning in the window of a car parked in front of her house. Her shorts – her very short shorts – revealed more of what I probably shouldn't have seen than I care to admit. I was mesmerized. She was all legs, long, slender, well-toned legs. I watched as she stood with a hand on her hip, finishing up her conversation with her friends. They drove off as Charlie stood and watched. She turned and as she walked back towards her house, she waved in my direction. I had been caught. A few days later, I was working on my car, changing the oil, when a pair of sandals appeared next to where I was laying on my back, underneath my car. I was tightening ...
... up the drip pan plug. I looked again and Charlie was on her knees peering under the car at me. I could see all the way down her button-down shirt and then some. I’m pretty sure the nipple flash was not on purpose. “Could you do mine, next?” Charlie asked, peering at me. I rolled out from under my car, my hands black with grease and a smudge on my face. “Could I do what?” I asked. “Change my oil?” Charlie repeated, taking up a squatting position next to me. Her shorts were way to short and I could very easily make out the edges of her pink panties. I tried to focus on her question. It was hard. “Sure,” I replied. I grabbed a rag and wiped my hands. Charlie smiled. “I would appreciate it,” Charlie remarked, “I am just not very mechanically inclined. Dad is always gone and my boyfriend, well, let’s just say he is not the brightest bulb in the box. He’s okay, just not very mechanically inclined.” Charlie sat back on her butt and pulled her ankles up towards her very cute ass. I glanced at the space between her legs from my position. She looked down and readjusted her shorts. “I’m glad I remembered to put on underwear,” she remarked, readjusting her shorts. “These shorts are a bit tight.” I had to laugh. “So why do you wear them?” I asked. “They’re my favorite,” Charlie responded. “I can see why,” I remarked. Charlie eluded sex appeal. I don’t think she did it on purpose. “Does it bother you that guys stare at your ass?” I asked. “Nah,” Charlie responded. “I like it.” “Ahhhh, a ...