I guess I have to start by describing myself. I am…average. Average height, average weight, average looks. I’m single and I work a job that has a rotating schedule, so I tend to be around a lot during the week while most of my neighbors are at work.
I had recently moved into my first home. It was in a pretty quiet middle-class suburb. Because of my work routine, I had been living there a few weeks before I met any of the neighbors. One of the first I met was Christina. Christina was a perky blonde, about 5’7”, in her 40’s with a petite frame but a round ass. She was married but didn’t have any kids. I rarely saw her and her husband together.
The first time we met, she was walking up the street and I was unloading groceries from my car. She introduced herself and welcomed me to the neighborhood. We talked for about 5 minutes or so before saying goodbye and making plans to meet up and share a few drinks sometime.