A New Neighbor for the Holiday

Part 1

I wasn’t expecting a lot of excitement when I came home for the holidays from college. Most of my friends had off-campus jobs, so they wouldn’t be home for at least a week after exams ended. Mom was excited since I have been away since September and she was a bit lonely since the divorce. All she’s been able to talk about lately was the lady who moved in next door a week ago. Some woman from out of state, transferred in by her job.

I was under the assumption I would be able to sleep in and relax while on vacation, but apparently mom had other plans for me. Before leaving for work, she woke me up to tell me I have been volunteered to help the neighbor move the giant pile of boxes still sitting in her storage pod. Needless to say, I was less than thrilled and I told her I would help when she gets home from work. Turns out the neighbor works from home, so I can help her during the day… lucky me.

I finally made myself roll out of bed around 11 and threw on some jogging shorts and t shirt. I walked next door and knocked. I definitely didn’t expect her to be what I saw when she opened the door. Maybe mid 30’s, light red hair, green eyes, and appeared to have a nice build under her t-shirt and sweat pants, and she was on the phone.

She introduced herself as Lily when she hung up and invited me in with a beaming smile. She apologized for being on the phone but she was working from home and was about to get ready to go to and afternoon meeting. After some small talk, she showed me the stuff she needed help with and I saw that my mother had under estimated the mountain of boxes and furniture that needed to me moved into the house. But that smile of hers just kept me transfixed and willing to do anything she asked.

She excused herself to take a shower and get ready while I started carrying boxes upstairs to her office and bedrooms. I broke a sweat within the hour from over-working and she came to check on me. Still in her robe and towel on her hair, she told me to sit down on the couch and offered me a cold beer. As I opened the beer and drank, I couldn’t control the hard on-raging in my shorts. Her perky tits were almost poking out of the robe, and it barely covered her tone, tight ass while we talked.