The Accidental Voyeur (closed for Angeleyz)

NOTE: This thread is Closed for Angeleyz. Please feel free to read along and enjoy.

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Bill Bonhoer was a fortunate man. He had been in the right place at the right time in his 20’s and wrote some code that became integral to the inner workings of modern online fund transfers. His patent and subsequent licensing deals allowed him to live comfortably, though not extravagantly, for the foreseeable future. Now, having just turned 30 a few weeks ago, he has found a niche in writing freelance code for friends and associates that needed clean code turned around quickly. The projects were varied enough to keep him interested, and he also dabbled in apps for mobile devices when things got slow. He was often amazed how the face of technology had changed so much in such a short period of time. At the same time he was pleased that those changes allowed him to live comfortably without working like a dog. He had time to explore and develop interests outside of work, and he was thankful every day for that.

He lived alone in a comfortable suburban house in a respectable neighborhood. Nothing too outlandish, certainly not a McMansion, but it was more than enough space for him and his “office.” His accountant had told him several years ago that he needed some deductions to keep from getting killed in taxes, so the house was the first step. He’d liked the neighborhood, mostly families with school aged kids. Plenty of trees to provide shade and privacy, and a quiet during the day that allowed him to concentrate on whatever held his interest without interruption.

His social life was somewhat active. He dated a series of nice young ladies on and off, some more seriously than others, but none that he was committed to. None that scratched that itch he felt when the night grew long and his passions ran high. It was hard to broach his desires with a date for the first time. He knew there were others out there that shared his kinks, but finding them was proving to be a challenge. In the past he had tried talking with girlfriends about his needs, but that conversation usually resulted in a parting of the ways shortly thereafter. So, rather than live a life of celibacy, he decided to just go with the flow and not force the issue with any of his dates if some gentle probing did not get a positive response. Someday, however, he knew he’d find that right person.

At six feet and 190 some pounds, Bill had never had a hard time finding a date. His dark hair was full, but cut short for business. his body was toned without being overly muscled. He played in several local adult sports leagues for softball and flag football, and tried to ski in the winter as much as his time and finances would allow. Between sports and yard work, he didn’t see a need to go to a gym or hire a trainer like many of his friends did.

All in all, he was happy with his life. If he could find someone that shared his desires it would be almost perfect, but as it was he really had very little to complain about. When his neighbor John got transferred to Chicago, he was happy for him. It was a good career move and a big step up for him, but he had become friendly with John and his family and he was sad to see them leave.

Their house had been empty for several months now. Bill kept his promise to keep an eye on it for his friend while it was empty. Empty houses can attract unwanted attention, but a weekly phone call let John know that his property was safe and sound. As time went by, he realized that he had developed a habit of glancing out the window every time he was on that side of the house. Since his office, bedroom and kitchen all faced that side of the house, this turned out to be quite often.

The most activity he ever saw, however, was the coming and going of Realtors showing the house to prospective buyers. He kept track of how many times the house was shown, again at John’s request, because he could not buy a new place until this one sold. His friend was getting anxious because the rental they were in currently was starting to put a strain on their family, so when a young couple came back for the third time, Bill paid closer attention than normal.

They seemed like a normal couple, two kids and an SUV. He had the look of a corporate type, sales or marketing if he had to hazard a guess, she on the other hand was something else. She immediately caught his eye and captured his imagination. He silently hoped that three visits meant that the house would soon be occupied. He picked up the phone to let John know what was going on, he hoped the news would make both of them happy.

Samantha tried to quicken her stride, anxious to check her voice mail and see whether or not the bank had called about the loan, but 5 year old Asher insisted on dragging his feet and Mykala kept getting distracted by pretty rocks she wanted to stop and examine. She still couldn't believe she had left her cell phone in the car, but she had wanted to let the twins have as much time running around in the park as possible and hasn't wanted to turn around once she realized she'd left it behind. They had been so good with all the house hunting they'd been doing, and quite frankly, none of them wanted to go back to the extended living quarters Joe's company had put them up in until they found a house. However, it was past the time that Mr Sanchez had indicated he'd call with the results, so they were slowly making their way back to the Highlander.

As they made their way, they were forced to dodge around a group of teenage boys throwing a football. Samantha tried not to roll her eyes at the whistles and comments the boys made as they passed by. Considering she just about doubled some of their ages, you'd think they'd see her as the mother of two that she was, but nooooo.... Apparently her shorts showed off enough leg and her shirt clung just right to her ample chest that they seemed to think she was younger than her 26 years. Add to that, her strawberry blonde hair that fell into annoying ringlets when it was humid, green eyes and a pair of dimples that popped up she ever she smiled and apparently she was a 'hot mamma'. Joe will sooo get a kick out of this one...

"Come on, you two, let's move faster so we can see Mommy has good news or not," she told the kids. "We can also call Daddy and see if he's coming home for dinner tonight." Sabrina sighed softly as she made the last comment. She loved her husband dearly, but she was getting mighty tired of the long hours he was having to put in. Joe kept saying that he'd be able to cut back on his hours as soon as he got settled into his new management position, but she had been in the business too before they had kids so she knew that was unlikely to happen in the near future. Shaking off those negative thoughts, she focused instead on the anticipated good news from the bank and the likely move to the nearby neighborhood.

She was really excited about the plethora of established trees here. She had seen way too many clear cut, tract home neighborhoods during their search. This one had character with different style houses versus the typical cookie cutter look, and had all sorts of amenities like a swimming pool, a health club, tennis courts, and a clubhouse that supposedly had monthly events that catered to adults, kids and families alike. Besides all that, it also had a great school system with excellent test scores and low class sizes - what more could a family with rising twin kindergarteners want.

As awesome as the neighborhood was, Samantha was equally excited with the house itself. After being stuck in one apartment after another thanks to the short-term assignments Joe had been stuck with as he clawed his way up the corporate ladder, she was ready to find something with a lot more space. She had been surprised that she actually preferred one of the smaller houses they looked at, but after three different visits, she knew it was the perfect house for them.

With only four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, it still had the gourmet kitchen with sunroom that she had wanted and a finished basement that Joe had wanted... Although why he'd necessarily care when he was hardly ever home, she wasn't completely sure. The twins would finally get to have their own bedrooms, although they'd share a Jack&Jill style bathroom, and they'd be able to either convert the last bedroom to an office or use it as a guest room, depending in what they ended up doing with the basement. Best of all, though, was the large, fenced-in backyard where the kids could run around and she could sunbathe.

Reaching the car, Samantha unlocked it, grabbed her phone and got excited when she saw she had a voice mail. Once she listened to it, she sent a quick text to Joe and then turned to the kids. "Mommy and Daddy just got some good news. Let's go get some ice cream to celebrate!"

A week had gone by since he'd last seen the three-peat couple. Bill began to suspect that the house would remain on the market for a while longer when his phone rang.

"Hey buddy!" John was in a very good mood. "Just wanted to let you know. You're officially off duty a far as watching the house goes. As of 3:00 this afternoon it's no longer mine to worry about!"

"Great news man, I'm really happy for you. Was it the couple I called you about last week or someone else?"

Oh Bill you won't believe it man. The couple you called about made a low ball offer and half an hour later I got another offer for the asking! Two offers in the same day after all this time. I was pinching myself. My Realtor called back the couple and they went $15K over asking! I almost shit myself!"

"Wow! Congratulations! So when do you put an offer in on your own new place?"

"Twenty minutes ago! We're hoping to get out of this apartment in moved in within the month. You should come out once we're settled. We can burn some steaks and drink some beers like we did before."

"Sounds good. Let me know when you get settled. Now go out and have a celebration dinner with that pretty wife of yours."

"Will do Bill. And thanks again for looking out for the place. It really took a load off my mind."

"No problem John, it was my pleasure... Take care. Have a great weekend."

So... that was that. The house was sold, and the couple with the knockout wife was moving in. He was looking forward to welcoming them to the neighborhood.

Samantha brushed her hands on the back of her well worn jeans and put them on her hips as she slowly surveyed the room. It had been harder than she would have preferred to do on her own, but she had finally finished the last of the cleaning. She checked her watch and grimaced. Damn, so much for a quick swim before turning in the keys... Picking up the box of cleaning supplies, she grabbed her purse and the last bag of trash and walked out of the apartment.

Once the trash had been tossed, the box stowed with the rest of the odds and ends she hadn't sent ahead in the moving truck, and the keys turned in, Samantha hit the highway for the four-hour drive to their new home. She really was thankful that her in-laws had taken the kids for two weeks while she made all the arrangements for their things to be packed up and cleaned up the apartment. It wasn't like they needed the safe deposit, but she couldn't stand the thought of leaving things unsettled... one of the odd OCD things she had to contend with. Not having to worry about the twins had allowed her to do things her way, especially since Joe was stuck at his new office taking care of some crisis or another. No negative thoughts, Sammi...

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The drive went surprisingly fast, and before she knew it, Samantha was pulling into their new driveway. She was so exited she didn't even bother to pull into the garage, opting to leave the car in the driveway and unlocking the door to step inside the still empty house. She wandered from room to room, imagining where she'd put what when the moving truck showed up the next morning.

Finding the air a bit stuffy, she pulled a hairband out of her pocket and pulled her slightly damp hair up into a high ponytail. Feeling more refreshed with its heavy weight off the back of her neck, she used another band to tie her shirt off at her navel and then continued wandering around the house.

Bill was working at his desk when he heard a car pull in next door. He had a deadline to meet and some tricky code to work out, but curiosity got the better of him as he lifted his head slightly, recognizing the Toyota SUV from before. The petite blond he remembered so well, got out of the truck alone and headed to the house. She looked like she’d spent the day cleaning and packing, her well worn jeans fit her like a glove and her t-shirt hung like it had been worn hard all day.

Bill decided that taking a moment for a cup of coffee might help him finish the project faster. Sometimes you need to step away from a complicated task and give your brain time to absorb it before continuing on. So heading to the kitchen, Bill started to prepare himself a cup of coffee. He glanced out the kitchen window, sheerly out of habit, to see his new neighbor walking around inside her new home. There were no curtains or treatments on the windows. He could clearly see as she walked from room to room on his side of her home. She was clearly mapping out what would go where, which probably meant that a moving truck would arrive shortly.

Watching as she put her hair up in a ponytail, exposing the line of her graceful neck… god... what he’d do to lick a drop of sweat from that… he accidentally overfilled his mug as she tied her shirt up, exposing her taut abdomen. Fuck it… they weren't paying him that much for this code… a few hours wouldn't make a difference in the long scheme of things.

Wiping his hands on a dishtowel and cleaning up the spill, Bill reached under the counter and pulled out a pitcher. Quickly filling it with ice, he moved to the sink and filled it with water and added some gourmet Lemonade mix he’d gotten in a gift basket last Christmas. Snatching a couple of glasses, he headed next door to introduce himself before he had a chance to think too much about what he was doing.

The next thing he knew he was at her door and knocking, butterflies making his stomach feel queasy for the first time since High School. What was that all about?

Arms crossed over her chest, Samantha leaned against the fireplace mantle and tried to picture whether the couch would look better opposite her or along the other wall. She hadn't realized how much light they'd have to contend with when she had told the previous owners that they could take their window treatments, and was now worried about glare on the television if they put it where they had originally planned.

Samantha didn't get a lot of opportunities to put all of those sewing lessons her grandmother had foisted on her in use, and had talked Joe into letting her design and make their window coverings. She had planned to take care of their bedrooms first, but would probably have to take care of this room before anything else. Shrugging, she made a mental note to have Joe double check all of her measurements the next day, assuming he really took the day off as planned.

The knock on the door startled her, and Samantha was thankful no one was around to see her jump. She walked to the door and peeked out. Smiling a little, she opened the door and said "I didn't realize there was mobile lemonade stand in the area...." to the good looking man standing at her doorstep holding a pitcher and sporting a self conscious smile.

As the door swung open he was again caught short by seeing her, but this time she was much closer and she could see him too.

"I didn't realize there was mobile lemonade stand in the area...." A smile upon her face as she greeted him at the door.

Bill remembered to breathe before it became embarrassing. "Hiya... yeah, we're sort of a full service neighborhood I guess." Smiling back at her. "I'm Bill, your new neighbor," holding out a hand in greeting before realizing that both his hands were full. Juggling the glasses in a futile attempt to try and hold everything in one hand. Realizing that it was a lost cause, he shrugged, "Sorry... ummm, yeah, I'm Bill from," gesturing toward his house. "I saw you pull up and thought you might like something cold to drink and maybe a hand getting stuff inside?"

Hiya... yeah, we're sort of a full service neighborhood I guess. I'm Bill, your new neighbor.

Samantha had to work hard to keep the giggles that threatened to escape held back. He looked so confused as to what to do with the items in his hands when he went to introduce himself and realized they were full. Her eyes twinkled with merriment, but she didn't want to embarrass the poor guy by laughing when he was clearly just being neighborly.

I saw you pull up and thought you might like something cold to drink and maybe a hand getting stuff inside?

Samantha pulled open the door to let him in. "Hi Bill... I'm Samantha... I'd love a drink... Please, come in." Pausing a moment she added, "Actually, our furniture hasn't been delivered yet so there's really no place to sit down." Her laugh was natural and self deprecating. "It's either the front stoop, the deck or a counter..."

Bill just knew he was blushing, he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, as she visibly struggled to not laugh at his awkward introduction.

He chastised himself for botching his first impression so badly, however, despite his awkward greeting, she opened the door further to let him in.

"Hi Bill... I'm Samantha... I'd love a drink... Please, come in.
Actually, our furniture hasn't been delivered yet so there's really no place to sit down.
It's either the front stoop, the deck or a counter..."

Recovering his composure and his manners, slowly stepping into her home. "Ladies choice," glancing at the now empty rooms he once knew so well. "I'm happy to help however I can."

Ladies choice, I'm happy to help however I can.

The minute she closed the door, Samantha knew they were going to have to sit on the deck, suddenly aware of just how stuffy the house was after the hint of the cool breeze outside and the tinkling sound of the ice cubes brushing up against the side of the pitcher. She led the way to the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "I think the deck would be the best... It's much too stuffy in the house right now."

Crossing through the kitchen and sunroom, she pushed open the French door leading out to the deck and held it open for him. "Sorry, there's no place to sit but the stairs," she apologized as he walked over to the couple of steps leading down onto the lawn still juggling the pitcher and glasses. "Oops... let me take the glasses from you," she said cheerfully, dimples flashing. She took the glasses from him and sank gracefully to a seat on the first step.

Waiting until he had seated himself, Samantha held out one of the glasses as she asked, "So, Bill... Besides running a mobile lemonade stand, what else do you do?"

Following her through the empty house Jim found himself at ease in the familiar rooms, but the sight of her walking away toward the kitchen provoked feelings of a decidedly different nature.

"I think the deck would be the best... It's much too stuffy in the house right now."

Her pony tail bobbed tantalizingly as she called over her shoulder to him. He followed her willingly, his mind racing with all the things he'd like to do to and with her. He'd heard friends and co-workers tell tales of being knocked head over heels at the first sight of a pretty woman, but he'd never experienced it himself. Honestly, over the last few weeks he had completely discounted his initial reaction to seeing her as just being 'in a mood,' but seeing her again today, and being here, alone with her, made him realize he was deluding himself.

"Sorry, there's no place to sit but the stairs," She smiled as she lead him to the stairs of the deck. Its new finish, still shiny and un-weathered, provided a nice shady place to sit. "Oops... let me take the glasses from you." My god, those dimples. He had not noticed them before, but they made her even more adorable when she smiled. He could imagine her lighting up a room just by smiling once.

Sitting down next to her, it took him a moment to realize she'd asked him a question as she held out a glass for some lemonade.

"So, Bill... Besides running a mobile lemonade stand, what else do you do?"

Filling her glass, while answering "Well, as lucrative as the lemonade business is during the summer, I've found it's pretty seasonal, so I spend the rest of my time writing computer code." Giving her a warm smile acknowledging her joke. "I mostly work from home, picking up odd projects here and there, mostly freelance. It gives me time to pursue other interests... Like mobile lemonade delivery." Glancing toward the other glass he extended the pitcher to fill it as well.

"So what brings you to our little slice of suburbia Samantha? Are you from the area originally or a transplant like most everyone around here?"

Well, as lucrative as the lemonade business is during the summer, I've found it's pretty seasonal, so I spend the rest of my time writing computer code.

Samantha's smile widened as she laughed at herself silently for having guessed his occupation so poorly. That would teach her to judge people purely on appearances. She had been positive he was an executive of some sort, despite his awkward introduction. Never in a million years would she have pegged him for a programmer. All the programmers she'd ever had to deal with before the twins were born looked nothing like him.

Her green eyes sparkled as she checked her new neighbor out as surreptitiously as possible. Yep... tall, dark and handsome... There was just no other way to say it. She had always been partial to dark haired men, especially to ones with a good sense of humor, and the laugh lines that formed at the corners of his eyes as he smiled were distracting. He was obviously in shape, and as her admiring gaze took in his shoulders and forearms, she made a mental bet that he played softball or baseball.

I mostly work from home, picking up odd projects here and there, mostly freelance. It gives me time to pursue other interests... Like mobile lemonade delivery.

It took her a moment to realize he wanted to pour the second glass of lemonade. Shaking her head ruefully, she brought the glass forward, hoping he hadn't noticed her preoccupation. Way to totally ogle the new neighbor, Sammi. Thankfully, he had either missed it or was too polite to call her out on it when he said, "So what brings you to our little slice of suburbia Samantha? Are you from the area originally or a transplant like most everyone around here?"

Handing him the now full glass, Samantha took a small sip of her drink and tried not to make a face at its tartness. Wow.. Haven't had lemonade this tart since I was pregnant with the twins.. It took her a moment before she could reply, "Transplant, really... I grew up in Virginia, where I went to college and met by husband, Joe. We've pretty much moved wherever his job has taken us, although I'm hopeful that this latest position will let us put some roots down."

Putting the glass down on the deck, Samantha put both elbows on her knees and then rested her chin on her clasped hands. "Hopefully Joe will be here soon so you can meet him, although our five year old twins Asher and Mykala are staying with Nana and Grandpa until we get all settled in. Her eyes flicked to his hands, not sure if the lack of a ring meant anything. Cocking her head to the side, tendrils of her ponytail wrapping around her neck, she asked casually, "When will your wife be home? I'd love to meet her."

"Transplant, really... I grew up in Virginia, where I went to college and met by husband, Joe. We've pretty much moved wherever his job has taken us, although I'm hopeful that this latest position will let us put some roots down."

Bill listened, noting that they'd moved often which likely meant she did not have a lot of friends nearby, and her husband Joe was likely not around much either if he's being fast tracked somewhere.

As she put her chin on her clasped hands, his breath hesitated a bit. "Hopefully Joe will be here soon so you can meet him, although our five year old twins Asher and Mykala are staying with Nana and Grandpa until we get all settled in."

He watched as her beautiful green eyes darted around him, noting that her gaze lingered on his left hand, which held his Lemonade; wait, was she checking him out? No, it couldn't be. Though he had only just met her, by all appearances she did nor appear to be a "check out the new guy" type of person, but he could be wrong.

"I look forward to meeting him. It's always good to have another person to hang out with in the neighborhood." He took a sip of his drink and almost winced at the tartness... wow, this was powerful stuff.

"When will your wife be home? I'd love to meet her."

Bill set his drink down and took to opportunity to look into her emerald green eyes. "Oh, sorry, no. I'm not married. Never have been. Just work and play for me." Picking up the pitcher and his glass, "You know, I should have tasted this before bringing it over, it's a little tart for my taste. I have some sugar, and chairs you can borrow, over at my place. Once we get this," gesturing with the pitcher "tamed down, I can help you unload your truck. What do you say to a little road trip?"

Samantha felt a little awkward as soon as her question about his wife left her mouth, afraid what he'd construe. A natural flirt, she'd learned the hard way to gauge her neighbors and their spouses before interacting too much with the men, and she didn't want to start off their new home getting on the wrong side of a jealous wife.

Oh, sorry, no. I'm not married. Never have been. Just work and play for me.

She hoped the surprise she felt at his words wasn't evident on her face. Even more, she hoped she hadn't stepped in something painful with her innocent question, although he seemed to take it all in stride as he changed the subject by offering to sweeten up the lemonade and borrow some chairs.

Once we get this tamed down, I can help you unload your truck. What do you say to a little road trip?

Samantha checked her watch and saw she still had several hours before Joe showed up. "Sure," she said with a grin, standing up and brushing off her jeans, "sounds like a plan."

"Well then... let's go!"

With pitcher and glass in hand Bill walked casually toward his own deck and waited for her to follow him. He turned to watch her walk towards him before taking the last few steps to his back door. Her pony tail bounced behind her while her top managed to provide it's own show in front. He matched her pleasant smile as she caught up, careful to keep looking into her eyes and not elsewhere.

He gestured to Samantha to open the door that led directly to his modern kitchen. With his hands full he was not going to make an ass of himself with another juggling routine so close after the last. "Would you... please?" She didn't miss a beat as they entered the cool air conditioned interior.

He set his pitcher and glass on the Island counter, "You can set yours here, I'll go get the sugar. Have a seat, this should not take long."

Moving to the pantry he found the sugar and went on the hunt for a measuring cup. Finding the stack of plastic utensils, bound together on a ring, he picked up the spoon he'd used previously from the counter, and returned to the Island. Holding up the bag for inspection, "What do you think, 1/2 a cup to start, and we can taste it from there? I don't know how sweet you like your lips to be after a sip."

Realizing quickly that his words may easily be misunderstood, he stammered, "Ummmm no, wow... I'm sorry, that may have come out wrong." Blushing at his awkwardness. He'd not felt like this in front of a woman since Jr. High. What the fuck Bill, pull it together! "I meant to say, I'm not sure how sweet you like your lemonade."

Samantha tried not to check out her new neighbor's backside as he led the way to his house, but it was really hard. Sighing a little, she told herself that it was only because she and Joe had so few opportunities to engage in any 'adult' playtime. With him working so much, when he was home, she wanted him to spend as much time with the kids as possible, but that still didn't make it any easier on her libido. Besides, he was some mighty nice eye candy, and Joe had never indicated he had a problem with her visual enjoyment of prime male examples.

Lips twitching, she finally caught up with him near the door, and quickly opened it at his request. Really she should have spent less time checking out his ass and more time realizing he'd need some assistance... Behave, Sammi... Walking through the door, Samantha marveled at the differences between the two houses. She hadn't realized how truly stuffy it was in her house until now. The cool air felt wonderful, but at the same time raised goosebumps on her arms.

You can set yours here, I'll go get the sugar. Have a seat, this should not take long.

Setting her glass down on the island and then jumping up on one of the high bar stools next to it, Samantha hooked one leg around one of the stool legs and crossed the other leg over her knee. She watched as he bustled around the kitchen getting sugar and a measuring cup, unused to seeing a guy so comfortable in the kitchen. Now throw a grill and the element of danger while cooking.... That's when the guys came out in drones.

What do you think, 1/2 a cup to start, and we can taste it from there? I don't know how sweet you like your lips to be after a sip.

It took a second or two for Samantha to process what he was saying, and by then he was blushing and stammering, Ummmm no, wow... I'm sorry, that may have come out wrong. I meant to say, I'm not sure how sweet you like your lemonade. She felt sorry for the poor guy, and wasn't sure if he was this awkward around all women or just her for some reason.

"I think 1/2 a cup is a good place to start," Samantha said, not mentioning his odd phrasing. "If and when I pucker up, it's not normally over lemonade," she said with an impish smile on her lips.

Bill began scoop the sugar into the measuring cup and almost spilled the entire bag across the counter at her puckering comment. For Christ's sake, what was wrong with him. He was normally a master of the double entendre, routinely making his female friends and cohorts blush and giggle a bit at subtle suggestions of more than just pleasant conversation. Why was this woman making him act like an awkward teenager?

"I'm certain that any reason you have to pucker is worthy of rapt attention." Really, did he just say that? What the fuck was he thinking? Dumbass. Keep this up and you won't have to worry about getting t know the new neighbors better, she's going to write you off as a putz.

Finally adding the sugar and mixing it up with the spoon, he offered her a taste from the spoon.

"How's this?" Smiling at her and catching her green eyes with his. "Better?"

Samantha had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the look on his poor face. First shocked and then embarrassed... Oh dear, she really did need to be easy on the poor guy. She had been told her sense of humor could be... hard to get used to, and her new neighbor didn't seem to know how to take her.

I'm certain that any reason you have to pucker is worthy of rapt attention.

Choking back the chortle that threatened to erupt from her mouth, Samantha tried not to think about what did cause her to pucker and how very long it had been, but images of looking up at Joe from her knees kept replaying in her mind.

How's this? Better?

Leaning forward to taste from the proffered spoon, Samantha kept her eyes on his, even as she envisioned something totally different wetting her lips. Opening her mouth, she took a little sip and then settled back in her seat. "Much better," she said, grinning, "just enough tartness to make you think about puckering..."

Smiling as she locked eyes with his, "Good, I'd hate to see a good pucker go to waste." Returning the spoon to the counter, he took both their glasses and dumped them into the small prep sink embedded in the Island counter top. Filling them again from the pitcher standing between them.

Well, that was a little smoother, perhaps he was beginning to regain a bit of his normal self around her. He hoped so, something told him that she had a wit and personality that could be really fun to joke and play with.

Raising his glass in toast he decided to try his wit again and see if it held this time. "To meeting new neighbors, welcoming them with a severe pucker and sweetening the deal so they may pucker without fear, embarrassment or undue duress. May all your puckers be playful and satisfying, not to mention often."

Clinking her glass with his, he took a sip and found he had to agree with her, It was much better, tart, but not too tart; sweet, but not overwhelmingly so.

"So, it looks like you've already had a long day," leaning against the high counter top, "would you like some help unloading your truck now, or rest for a bit and unload it later. My afternoon is free, I'm happy to help in any way I can. I never abandon a damsel in distress."

Good, I'd hate to see a good pucker go to waste.

'You and me both,' she thought to herself thinking of all the times lately she'd fallen asleep before Joe even made it home. Oh sure, he tried to make up for it, but a quick coupling when she was still half asleep didn't go too far in scratching the itches that kept piling up.

Samantha's smile dimmed slightly at the thought, but it regained its original wattage at his toast. To meeting new neighbors, welcoming them with a severe pucker and sweetening the deal so they may pucker without fear, embarrassment or undue duress. May all your puckers be playful and satisfying, not to mention often. As they clinked glasses, Samantha wondered if perhaps there was hope for Bill yet. Maybe he just needs to warm up a bit...

So, it looks like you've already had a long day, would you like some help unloading your truck now, or rest for a bit and unload it later? My afternoon is free, I'm happy to help in any way I can. I never abandon a damsel in distress.

Samantha tapped her fingers idly on her glass as she considered her options. Did she really want to unpack the truck? Not especially... She had been on the go all day and quite frankly had zero desire to do it; however, the movers were coming in the morning, so it would be smart to get some of the stuff tucked away. She should at least either open some of the windows or turn on the air conditioning as there'd be no way to rest in that stuffiness.

Finishing her drink in one long swallow, she carefully placed it on the counter and said, "I'm just going to go home and take it easy. I'll definitely let you know if I need an extra set of hands." Standing up, she offered Bill her hand, "Thank you for the drink, Bill... And it was a pleasure to meet you."

He sat stunned as she shook his hand, damn. At least there was an option of her asking for his help if she needed it, but he knew that was not coming today. He suspected that she might have been tempted to accept his help, but her newness to the neighborhood and his awkwardness may have put her off asking or accepting his help at the moment. Of course, it's also possible she just wanted to get on with her plans and not burden her neighbors with assistance in the first hour of her arrival. Either could be the case, but he hoped the latter was more on point.

"Do you want to borrow some chairs? At least until the movers show up? It might make getting things settled a bit easier."

Samantha considered his offer for a moment before saying, "Sure, if you don't mind, although I'm not sure what time Joe will end up coming home." She was already making a list of what she wanted to do before she would take her next break, and she was suddenly eager to get started.

Stepping away from the counter, she added, "Why don't I just take one chair for now... And I'll pop by when Joe comes home to introduce young guys when we're ready for another one?"

Reassured that he had not made a complete bumbling ass of himself, Bill gestured toward the basement stairs, "Great... I'll bring some up and they'll be ready when you need them."

Leaving her at the edge of his kitchen he bounded down the stairs quickly, moving to the corner where a dozen or so padded folding chairs lay stacked neatly against the wall. He found that on the rare occasions that he did entertain, having more chairs handy was always a good idea. Grabbing two in each hand he easily ascended the stairs to the kitchen.

Stacking them near the back door, he noted that she had moved from where he'd left her only a few moments before, but nothing seemed amiss that he could see. Thinking nothing of it, he handed her a single chair as requested and smiled, "Here you go. You can use it as long as you need, and I have plenty more so don't be shy about asking."

Opening the back door, he walked out onto the deck with her, giving her a cheerful wave as he watched her perfect ass swivel back to her own home.

Great... I'll bring some up and they'll be ready when you need them.

Samantha watched as he went bounding down the stairs, but was distracted by all the appliances he had scattered throughout the kitchen. Scattered was probably not the right word, as she assumed there was a level of organization that made sense to him. Even still, he sported more toys and gadgets than she had ever had, and she was still left wondering if they were all his or the leftovers of a former relationship.

Hearing his return, Samantha moved back towards the basement door, a semi-smile on her face at her musings. Here you go. You can use it as long as you need, and I have plenty more so don't be shy about asking.. Tucking the chair under her arm, she thanked him and then headed home.

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Stretching her arms over her head and twisting slowly from side to side, Samantha tried to work the kinks out of her back. She had been at it for hours, and her body, especially her back, was letting her know that enough was enough. Upon returning home, she had gone around opening all the windows trying to create cross winds to get the air circulating. Then she had carried in the various boxes of odds and ends and proceeded to unpack what she could. She had been so caught up in unpacking the truck that she had totally forgotten about her neighbor's kind offer.

Dropping her arms to her sides, Samantha walked over to the cooler she had dragged in and pulled out a bottle of water. She sipped the still cool liquid and then pressed the partially filled bottle to her forehead and cheeks. Hot and sweaty, her shirt clung to her and her jeans molded to her bottom.

Looking outside, she noted that it was starting to get darker. Where the heck is Joe? Grabbing her cell phone from the counter, she checked for messages and sighed when there was none. Cradling the phone between her cheek and shoulder, she untied the knot at her navel and slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she paced in the sunroom. She was slipping the damp shirt off just as Joe picked up.

"Hey stud..." Samantha cooed playfully, "you coming home anytime soon? Got an empty house we can christen...."

"Sorry, baby doll, but I'm probably stuck here for a few more hours... We're having to go through some budget cut drills."

Samantha sighed softly, but said, "Ok, I just finished up for the day. Hurry home when you can." They traded 'love you's' and hung up.

Finishing up the rest of the water in one long swallow, Samantha hung up shirt on the back of the borrowed chair, feeling a little better with just her pale blue bikini top and jeans on. She considered shucking her jeans off as well, but the phone rang again and she ended up pacing the room as she talked to the twins.

Bill returned to his desk. Despite his claim to be free the rest of the afternoon, he really did need to get back to work and figure out this bit of code before the end of the day. With a quick top off of Lemonade, he headed back to his desk and started working. His world shrinking to the 32 diagonal inches of screen in front of him. Keyboard clacking as he worked and reworked the mess he’d been handed to fix. Hours flew past, and as he compiled what he hoped would be the final touches, he leaned back in his chair to stretch his back and arms.

“Arrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” He called out loudly, though he knew there was no one to hear, it just felt good to vocalise the stretch. The action drew his head up and he happened to glance out the window towards Samantha’s house. Apparently he wasn't the only person in need of a stretch. There she was, standing in her Sunroom, arms stretched high above her head as her tied off top, damp from perspiration, rode up even higher exposing more of her flat stomach than before. As she twisted and stretched, her breasts pushed out further, straining the buttons that held her shirt together to the limit. Damn, that is a seriously sexy look for her.

Leaning forward in his chair, he didn’t even realize he was staring until the sight of her tight ass presented itself as she bent into her cooler for a bottle of water. Groaning quietly, he shook his head and reminded himself that this was his new neighbor and he shouldn’t be gawping at her through the windows like a common peeping tom.

Pushing his chair back, he rose to refresh his drink, forcing himself to look away as he walked the short distance to his kitchen. The last of the Lemonade sat on the counter, the ice long melted and probably warm and sticky by now. He dumped the remainder in the sink and proceeded to fill his glass from the tap. Raising the glass for a quick sip, his eye naturally rose to see through the window. Holy shit!... Is she?... Nooooo.

He stood transfixed as she paced with her phone cradled to her ear. Her hands working the wet knot of her shirt tails free before she began unbuttoning her wet sticky top. One button at a time, it was like watching in slow motion. The wet fabric clinging to her briefly before falling away and exposing more of her delicious body. As she neared the buttons across her chest he held his breath without realizing what he was doing. Glass frozen in mid air, he watched as she revealed her blue bra beneath. Exhaling loudly, he realized that she was not naked beneath her shirt, but he was still unable to move from where he stood.

With her shirt completely removed, he could now see that it wasn't a bra but a bikini top that she wore. The garment struggling to contain her impressive chest beneath the small triangles of fabric that were held in place by what appeared to be the strongest straps in the world.

She hung up her phone and Bill forced himself to walk back to his office. He had to work. He had to finish this project. He really had to stop lusting over his new neighbor, and he had to do something about this raging hardon that was threatening to burst through his fly. Sitting in his chair with an exasperated Ooofff he forced himself to look at his monitor and begin final testing so she could put this project to bed and get out of the house for a bit.