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Living With Crazy Naughty Neighbors – Season 1 – Episode 6

Chapter 6
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Mrs. Shannon was standing there, now wearing a tight button up shirt. It was white and clearly a size or two too small; I could make out her breasts underneath but tried not to stare.

“Hi,” I said, a little jumpier than I should have been. “I came in and wanted to get right to work,” I added, a little too quickly.

She nodded with a smile, eyeing my work so far. “I am glad this color looks good on the wall. You never know from the samples.”

“Oh, it will dry a little darker. If you want I can change it.”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, looking the room over. “I’m sure it will be fine when it dries. How’s it going so far? I see you’re not using tape.”

“I don’t need it,” I said. “But if it makes you nervous I can.”

“No, no, it’s alright,” she said, waving a hand. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to run some errands. I must have dozed off this morning, and I’ve got to get some things from the store.”

I avoided eye contact and told her I’d be fine on my own. I couldn’t let my face betray me as she talked about ‘dozing off.’ When she returned hours later both coats of paint were dry to the touch and I was just touching a few things up around the room.

“Wow,” she said, setting her bags on the table. “You’re fast.”

“Thanks,” I said, “I’ve got it down pat so I don’t waste time. If you see anything I missed let me know and I’ll get it in the morning before I start the front hallway. I’m going to do the easy stuff on the first floor before I tackle the bathrooms and the living room. Those vaulted ceilings take a while.”

“It looks great,” she said. “When I saw what you did at your house I knew you’d do a good job.”

“Well, I am done for the day. Is it okay if I leave my brushes and the paint in the garage? If not, I can drag them home, but I figure I can start faster that way.”

“Sure, Henry,” she said. “But if you aren’t too worn out, could you give me a hand with something when you’re done?”

I nodded, and hauled my stuff to the garage, setting everything in a corner. When I returned She had a box of light bulbs on the counter and a stepladder.

“Even with the stepladder I can’t reach the tallest fixtures. Would you mind putting these in for me? I got those new, high efficiency bulbs.”

“Sure, Mrs Shannon” I said, climbing the ladder.

“Call me Susan, Henry,” she said. “And you’ll need an oven mitt to get the ones that have been on all day.”

When I looked down and took the first bulb from her, I almost fell over. Somewhere in the course of the day several buttons of her shirt had come undone. She was nowhere near immodest, but from my vantage point I could see a lot of her cleavage. While I preferred her breasts unfettered by clothing, this view was amazing. I took the bulb, switched out the incandescent, and handed it to her.

“So what are your plans today besides painting my house,” she asked casually as I took another bulb. I tried not to stare overtly down her shirt, but I did anyway.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe catch some movies. I really like catching them on the big screen.”

“So does Amy, you should ask her to go sometime.”

“Oh, I don’t think she’d want to go with me. We aren’t friends.”

“Why? Maybe it’s because u haven’t chatted with her. Besides, she’s a big movie fan.”

“I didn’t know that,” I said.

“You should ask her to join you next time,” she said. It was a funny idea, but I was sure Amy will not want to go to the movies in any context with me.

We did this for all twenty lightbulbs in the kitchen and living room, and by the time I was done I was sporting a fierce erection.
“That’s it,” she said as I climbed down. She still had not put on a bra, and it was hard to concentration on anything else. “Let me pay you extra for helping with the lights.”

“You don’t have to Mrs. Shannon. I mean, Susan. It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” she said. “I don’t want to take advantage of your time.”

“No, it’s no trouble at all, I’m glad to do it.”

“Well, you’re very sweet for doing it. It’s hard to get these kinds of handy things done around here with just me and Amy, so I appreciate it. So I’ll see you tomorrow, ten o’clock?”
“Sounds good,” I said, turning to head out the door. She caught hold of me on my arm, stopping me.
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