”Hands slid under her thighs, strong arms snaked around her back. Her feet lost contact with the plush rug and she weightlessly rode to the enormous...bed, her blindfold keeping her ignorant of who carried her, who touched her. Whose thrilling touch set her afire.On her back, the sheets were divine, silky as she moved in response to the strange hands and their work. Now, her feet were held aloft and firmly massaged, thumbs running along her arches, fingers pinching her toes and warm tongues. Large items came out of the back of the truck about 10 minutes later. A futon, computer desk, TV, the normal items. I guessed the new owner of the house to be about 30 years old. No one on our street has a computer. So that was a nice change indeed. Then, from helping one of the men carry the futon, I thought I saw our new neighbour. He was gorgeous, from where I was standing. About 5’7 and 160 lbs. His hair appeared to be medium brown, short and wavy. He was wearing an R.E.M t shirt and a pair. ”“I hope you're still interested in what we talked about—about seeing each other outside of work, though,” I whispered as quietly as I could.“For sure,” Nick replied with a nod.I did a little dance inside, knowing that I was going to get a few more rounds with that sweet cock of his but kept it cool. “Cool.”“By the way,” Nick added, “I talked to Ford yesterday, and he said that we should invite you on the houseboat trip we have planned early next summer.”“Houseboat trip?”“Yeah, it would be us. He wanted to ask more questions, but Katrina dressed quickly and, after a quick kiss, left the room. He heard the key turn in the lock. Her parting words were to tell him that next time she visited him, she hoped that he was more adequately dressed."That hospital gown does nothing for you at all, honey"Feeling weak and confused, he nevertheless felt that he should get out of bed. He walked to the window, aware of his nakedness and feeling an irrational urge to cover his breasts. Cautiously.