Bobbi

I met this guy Richard about 5 months ago through a friend of mine. I was working 2 jobs at the time and needed a little pick me up from time to time and well, he was the guy to go to for it. He was a great connect in more ways then one really. He was cheap and well, there was a reason for working 2 jobs so I needed cheap. He was not your normal connect in that he was no gang banger, shit head. He was a pretty cool down to earth guy who had a family of his own. And finally he lived just a few houses down so it was easy to go get it.

Well it wasn’t until about a month ago that I finally met his wife and mother to his 2 kids Bobbi. She was about my age, 30 or so, maybe 5 foot 2, long brown hair and killer eyes. She wasn’t fat or thin. In fact my best description would be healthy. And the rack she had on her was killer. I have no idea as to their true size but the best guess would be DDD’s easy.

I woke up one day, about 3 ½ weeks ago, and thought I would go get something from Rich. I didn’t even bother to change out of my tank top and boxers. Just slipped on my sandals and out the door I went.

As I approached his place I could see the garage door half open. This normally meant he was in the garage playing on the computer. I bend down and go under the door like I normally do, when I suddenly hear a voice that was not Richards. It was a bit more feminine. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I thought Richard was in here.” I explain.

“No, he went to go get more supplies. He should be back in 20 to 30 minutes. Who are you?” she asks. “I’m Dave”. “Oh the photographer guy a couple houses down. He’s told me about you. I’m his wife Bobbi”.

I reach out to shake her hand when all these little signals start going off in my head caused by her. The first thing that I caught my attention was her eyes. Wow. They are this deep, deep blue with a light blue ring around the edge. Second was when I shook her hand. Her skin was so smooth and soft. Then her chest. My god, they were big. And her nipples poked right on through.

“You can hang out here till her gets back if you want. I’m just trying to get this computer to work again”. She states. “Yeah sure. Works for me. So, what’s wrong with that damn computer this time?” I ask.

“The internet isn’t working again”. “Well I guess since I installed your internet then I might be the best guy to fix it” I boast with a slight laugh letting her know I was just fuckin with her. She agrees with me and to work I go. It took a little while for me to discover that the problem was not with the computer but with the lines running back to the router. I grabbed the small ladder and climbed up a bit to gain access to the cabling.

What I did not realize is that while I was standing on the ladder, doing my repairs, an audience of 1 took a seat below me and my loose fitting boxers. Right up the legs of my boxers was a clear view of my dork, hanging there for all to see. I never took notice to the fact that I was hanging out in front of her nor did I notice just how into the view she was at first.

“Can you hand me those pliers over there for just a sec” I ask.