Mrs Allister

As you walk down the street you cannot help but feel jealous of all your neighbours, they all have larger houses, newer cars, prettier wives. When you and June first saw photos of your new house, it looked perfect, but now that you see how much better it could be, you were growing disappointed with your choices. You continue walking until you hit a cul-de-sac, where you turn around and return the route you came.

Just as you are about to head home, Mrs Allister exists her house and starts beckoning you. You walk over to see what the bored housewife wants.

"I'm am so sorry to bother you," says the woman "but a faucet inside has broken and my husband won't be coming home for hours. Could a strong man like yourself help me fix it?"

Half motivated to help Mrs Allister because of her beauty, half just because you want to be a good neighbour, you accept and follow her inside the house. She leads you back into the kitchen where water is gushing out from below the sink. You take a wrench and begin trying to tighten the faucet only for a jet of water to leap out, spraying both you and Mrs Allister.

Your shirt caught most of the water and was now dripping wet. Your pants and Mrs Allister dress were also soaked.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," says Mrs Allister as she hands you a single paper towel to clean up the mess. "You look like the same size as my husband, you can borrow some of his clothes if you like."

Your wet clothing felt gross against your skin and you welcomed the chance to get them off. Your house was just across the street but you felt no rush to get home anytime soon. Mrs Allister leads you upstairs to her room and hands you some of her husband's clothes. Before you have time to react, she unzips her dress and takes it off, leaving on just her silk bra and panties.

"Will they not fit, or are they not your style?" asks Mrs Allister.

You stare at Mrs Allister then back to the clothes. "You want me to change here? now? In front of you?"

"What could possibily be the problem? We are neighbours now, and neighbours should have nothing to hide from each other."

As you remove your clothes you notice the woman feasting on your semi-naked body. "Mrs Allister?"

"Please, call me Reagan."

"Um, Reagan, what are you doing?"

"Right now, nothing, but is there anything you'd like me, just tell me, and I will be happy to oblige."