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New Town ***** We need more residents!

New Town is brand new housing, a complete community with schools, shopping, churches, golf course etc. etc.

You are moving into the community and discover that your neighbours are all characters from Literotica stories: the hetros, the gays, the lesbians, the SMs, the fetishists, the incestuous family - all you can think of.

Pick your genre, invent your profile and let's see how this community succeeds.
 
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Bob, 30 something, hetro, runs the lawn-mowing business, knows how to trim a ladies hedge...
 
OOC: You can trim my hedge. ;)

With a lack of inspiration, I shall just borrow Eva Longoria's character from Desperate Housewives. I'll do up a bio post later.
 
Thanks for coming on board "eva"
Let me know when to come round to trim your growth.
 
Bob finished he rest of his coffee and tossed the paper cup into the back of his truck.
It was going to be a hot one today and he pulled the start cord on his mower with an extra flourish. After all if she was watching him again he might as well give her a show.
He glanced up at the bedroom window and saw the movement behind the lace curtain.
Yes sir, a hot one today.
 
Claire, 24 (appearance is Amy Smart from road trip, smith and rat race), hetro, won't tell anyone but she has a secret fetish with being dominated.

(Anyone want to play her husband? If not I'll make an NPC I want her to be married or engaged.)
 
There's a rhythm to mowing a lawn, up and back, side to side, a kind of grooming, like watching your mother brushing her hair.
For a while Bob was lost in his own world, up and back, his mother's hairbrush burnishing her auburn hair, standing at the door of her bedroom watching, watching and wanting...
He dragged himself back to the hot sunlight, shaking his head.
She'd been gone for a few years now but he still caught the scent of her room everytime the mower brushed past the lavender that bordered the lawns he mowed.
 
Claire had been home alone all day. She'd finished cleaning the house and needed some fresh air. She left her house and sat out on her front porch. Her next door neighbor mowing his lawn. She approached the fence between them.

"Hi." She said with a smile, leaning on the fence.
 
"Hi Claire." Bob hit the kill button and walked over to her.
"It's a hot one, too hot for this," he said gesturing towards the lawn.
He liked Claire, always friendly and beautiful hair.
The scent of lavender came to him as he leant on the fence.
 
"Yes much too hot for chores. If you want I've got some beer in the fridge. Could help cool you down." She said not trying to flirt. Her husband was very controlling, and even more than controlling he was jealous. She didn't often speak to the neighbors when he was around but at the moment he wasn't so she used the excuse to escape the dungeon he kept her in.

She realized she was his trophy wife. Someone to show off. He refused to let her have a career and wouldn't even have children because he was afraid she wouldn't get back to form afterwards. Divorce often came to mind but she had nowhere to go, no family other than him and he'd take every nickel and dime if they split. She felt so trapped, so unhappy. At least her neighbors were friendly. It was a nice neighborhood.

She could feel beads of sweat creep down her lower back and soak up into her shorts.
 
"Now that I could use to cool me down," he said as he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm.
"Look I'm a little..." he glanced down at his damp T shirt and then right at Claire's eyes. "A little... well if you don't mind me in this state..?"
 
"Oh please." Claire lightly swatted him.

"My husband barely gets dressed around the house." She said as she waved him over and went inside, leaving the front door open as she went to the kitchen and got out some beer. One for each of them.

"Do you want a glass?"
 
Bob glanced around as he followed her into the kitchen. Nice. Heavy drapes perhaps but nice.
"Uh no, no glass. Straight from the neck is ok for me."
There was no doubting it Claire had one cute ass. Maybe that was why the beer was always in the bottom of the fridge.
"Husband at work today?" he asked taking the beer from her. It was cold in his hand and he wiped the bottle across his brow.
 
"Gone out of town. Won't be back for a couple days." She replied as she took a sip of her beer. Her lips curving around the head of the bottle as she took in the liquid. She was just lonely and wanted some company but didn't have much to say to Bob as she had little of a life to speak of other than keeping the house in perfect condition lest her husband get angry. He had an anger problem and mixing that with beer was never a good thing. She was glad he was away, it helped some of the bruises to heal from the last time she'd angered him enough for him to get violent. He usually avoided her face, since he needed it pretty and markless for when he took her to important dinner's.

His rules for her were almost as strict as his rules for housekeeping. She wasn't supposed to drink beer and only did so when he was away. She kept herself in peak physical condition, it was hard to find any body fat on her. She also had to make sure her skin was well-maintained. Any blemishes wouldn't sit well with him. The only mark she had on her face now was a small cut that was mostly healed on her lip. She told everyone a door hit her in the face but more accurately it was a fist.

"So what made you decide to mow the lawn on such a hot day?"
 
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"What made me decide what?"

She looked distracted as if something was bothering her.
 
OOC: Ooops sorry I didn't finish that thought. Edited.)
 
"Well I like to keep it in shape and with the other lawns I cut I just have to fit it in when I can."

He smiled at her and then frowned, reaching forward to touch her lip with his thumb. He sensed her flinch at his touch.

"Say what happened here? That looks sore. You catch it on something?
 
Claire recoiled a little and stepped back. Her inherent fear that her husband would catch her with another man forcing her away. She looked to the ground.

"No... I mean yeah. I.." She broke out into a clumsy laugh and rolled her eyes.

"Stupid me I walked into a door last week." She lied, hoping he wouldn't pry further.

"How's it look?"
 
Bob was shocked at Claire's reaction. He was left with his hand extended, feeling as if he'd offended her.

"Well it's maybe none of my business but if you care to point out the door that did that to you I'll whack it good."

He smiled, trying to defuse the tension.

"No one should do that to a lady."
 
"Somehow I think the door didn't mean to do it." Claire continued the joke but she felt as if he saw through it. Knew it was not a door that did this to her.

"Don't worry the door's going in the wood chipper anyway." She added before turning to the fridge.

"Are you hungry?" She asked as she bent over, looking through the fridge for some food. Her ass presented to Bob.

"We have cake... uh... wow nothing healthy actually aside from my salad's." She said as she looked over the rest of the food which her husband ate. She was restricted to basically salad's as her unwanted diet required her to stay away from most other food's.
 
"Well I don't mind eating something if you're going to. What have you got?"

There she was again, showing him her cute little ass. Now that would make a sandwich he thought to himself.

But there was a nervousness about her. Perhaps it was just the heat.
 
"Well there's the aforementioned cake, some roast chicken and stuff for sandwiches but I'm going to have some ice cream. Cool off a little. How about you?" She asked as she brought out the ice cream and reached up to the top of the cupboard, for a bowl. She turned and looked at him waiting for his reply.
 
Bob watched as she reached up to the cupboard.

He could see the fabric of her shirt stretched tight across her breasts and the pertness of her nipples from the cold air of the fridge.
She was stretching high, fingers just on the edge of the shelf. Her shorts had ridden up tight between her legs, revealing the starting curve of her ass.

"Here let me help."

He moved towards her and reached above her, taking two bowls from the cupboard.
For a fleeting moment they were still, the length of his body against hers, presing her against the counter top.

"OK I got them."

He took a step back, holding the bowls out to her.

"Ice cream would be just fine," he smiled.
 
For the fleeting moment that their bodies pressed together, their eyes met and all went silent. It wasn't quite an awkward feeling more just something she didn't know how to react to. She could feel him slightly harden against her but he pulled away and gave her the bowls. She felt like she was blushing, hoping she wasn't. It'd been a long time since she'd had interaction with other's so intimately and felt like she was doing something naughty, her husband not being home and her with a man in the house. She'd wonder what the neighbors would think but Bob was the neighbor.

"Thank you." She said as she scooped ice cream into each bowl and handed him one. Sitting down at the table herself and taking a bite. A small amount came off and rested on her top lip. She hadn't noticed.

"So Bob. We don't get to talk too often. I know my husbands busy, I'm sure he would invite you over more if he had the time. What have you been up to lately?" Though she knew her husband well enough to know he wouldn't, he was anti-social to say the least, which led to the downfall of her own social life.
 
It was odd, as if there were a invisible screen between them.

He was sure that she hadn't minded him helping her, had even enjoyed the moment they were together and he'd seen her, seen into her soul as she'd looked at him.
For the briefest of seconds she'd looked excited and scared at the same time, like a kid standing on the end of a diving board.

Then the screen was there again and it was back to chit chat.
He'd spoken to her husband a couple of times and decided he wasn't his type, kind of aloof, distant, spooky.

"Yeah I see him from time to time but mostly just as he's getting into the car. He is busy though. Is he working away from home more lately? I haven't seen him so much."

Claire had some ice cream on her lip and he leant to her, wiping it from her lip with his finger.
He smiled again at her.

"I just keep myself busy cutting people's grass, rescuing maidens in distress, slaying dangerous doors."

He put his finger to his lips and sucked the ice cream from it, all the while holding her gaze.
 
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