Double Trouble?

Double Trouble?


Nobody likes being shoved out the door….at least I sure didn’t…but in my mid 50s…job opportunities dried up and when I tried to make a job change…I found myself instead left out in the cold…like so many before me.

So what does a retired Math teacher do to keep from going stark raving nuts?

For the first few months I looked for meaningful part time demployment…I tried a bunch of different things but finally lowerd my lofty sighjts and settled for part time retail working at Home Depot. It’s okay, and I do know a lot about carpentry, painting, ect.…and does have some fringe benefits…along with employee discounts…so I stick with it. Usually I work weekends…and one or two days during the week…not too demanding and the extra income is good although financially, I’m pretty well set.

One day as I was driving home after a day at the DIY Palace as I call it…I saw a new “For Sale” sign on the empty house next door to my place and decided to stop and check it out. The place is not exactly next door….there is a patch of woods and a small creek that separates it from my house. The grass had gotten about waist high…much to the chagrin of the neighborhood…and as I suspected the house turned out to be a foreclosed property.

It was one of the smaller houses in the neighborhood…but on a nice lot with big trees…and after peering in the windows for a bit…I decided that I would look into making an offer on it. It needed some work and paint…but I have good handy man skills and through my job access to building materials and paint at attractive prices. I figured what the hell…a little more income from a rental property would be a good thing….and I had some cash to work with…sooo…

Long story short…I put in a bid with HUD…and after waiting for weeks…got the house for about half its value.

Score one for the old fart…..

As soon as the loan closed I started to work…cutting the grass…trimming the overgrown shrubs and attending to the many neglected maintenance issues that accumulate over time. The work was hot and sweaty…but rewarding…progress was visible and directly related to effort expended, which is a far cry from teaching.

Did I mention I am an ass man? I am, very much so. I love looking at them…squeezing them….licking them…and most of all…fucking them! Yeah…I’m really into anal…when I get the chance anyway. I think my interest in asses is a result in seeing so many cute ones wiggling up and down the halls of the high school where I taught. God….some of those girls could, and probably would, make a dead man cum. Many thanks to the Mick and the Stones for that last line.

It’s not like I don’t like tits…or sexy legs….but asses….that’s what does it for me. One of the few benefits to working retail is that you do see some really nice ones strolling down the aisles. Occasionally you even get a chance to rub against one….getting those things down from the high shelves, like a good customer service specialist. Every now and then…one pushes back…and that’s another story. A time or two it’s lead directly to an in home service call to render further “assistance.” Usually they are older women, but every now and then a little “hottie” likes the way I smile….or somthin’.

Back to my newest job, renovating my rental house. Days turned into weeks and the house was nearing a state that I was planning to start advertising it for rent at the first of the coming month…a couple of weeks away. I was just finishing painting the last of the exterior and my HVAC contractor had just finished install a new heat pump, which would make the interior painting much more comfortable. Summers in Tennessee can be hot and sticky….and this one has been.

I was making the very short drive from my house to my new rental house, rolling slowly down the street in my old truck…heading back to the house after lunch…when I damn near drove off the road into the neighbor’s manicured yard. I had to jab the brakes hard to regain control and avoid a difficult to explain accident, but I did…barely.

What caused this sudden inability to drive at 20 mph you ask? Simple, an unexpected vision of loveliness…two of them actually…blonds…one older and one obviously no more than 13 or 14, standing in my yard. Both of them very, very appealing…especially from the back. The best part was that my first view of them was with them standing on tiptoe peering into my soon to be rental house.

Based on my observations over the years…seeing a great ass posed perfectly is a rare treat…seeing two at the same time….unheard of! But there they were, standing on their toes, legs flexed, butts taut and straining the fabric of their shorts. I had one of those “Fred Sanford” moments….when I was sure that I was having “the big one” as my heart began pounding like a jack hammer.

As I rolled into the driveway…they both turned to see who had arrived, flashing very bright if slightly reserved smiles and revealing other charms that I was also lucky enough to savor visually. Both the women, or rather the woman and the young girl, were classic “girl next door” types. Glowing complexions, flashing blue eyes, and golden tans competed the picture and made me almost drool. After partially reining in my lecherous thoughts, I got out of my truck with a big grin on my face, said hello…and introduced myself.

“Hi…I’m Doug…what can I do for you ladies this afternoon?”

The older of the two…extended her hand “I’m Ellen and this is my daughter Jennifer.” “Do you by any chance know who owns this house?”

“Yes I do”. I smiled broadly, “as it happens I’m the new owner. I just bought it about 2 months ago and I’m getting ready to rent it next month…if you’re in the market.”

“We are.” Said Ellen.

My heart soared.

“But we just can’t wait ‘til next month, darn it!”

My heart crashed to the ground.

“Is there anything we can do to speed things up” asked Ellen, her ice blue eyes pleading silently? We just love this location and the house is so cute!”

“Well…I’ve got to paint the whole house inside…and do some minor plumbing work…”

Jennifer, bouncing up and down, gushed “Mom…we can paint….I’ll help…promise!”

Ellen looked at me hopefully…”look, we really need a place by the weekend…is there any chance we can paint and maybe work off some of the rent?”

“Well….we can at least talk about it….want to look inside?”

Both of the charming ladies nodded eagerly and Jennifer grabbed my arm, “this is so cool…I love this neighborhood…and it’s near my school too.”

“Oh, do you go to McKinley High” I asked?

“Yes”!