Neighbour in underwear invited me for a coffee, now what?

Freanne

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So I went for an early morning run today (Monday) and on my way back not too far from home a neighbour lady comes out of her house carrying a laundry basket full of fresh laundry and wearing only underwear. Black bra and matching black panties. So I stop and say 'good morning' and I clearly completely surprise her, as clearly she figured she would be able to sneak out in her underwear and hang the clothes to dry without being seen.
So she holds the laundry basket in front of her covering most of her body and asks me how I am. Imagine I am at about 3 meters/20ft away from her so I can still see clearly her nice underwear and her nipples more or less shining through the fabric. She is about 50, my age, nice mature curves with good sized tits and a round ass that I can see quite well because the laundry basket is not that big and the panties are quite skimpy.
So we talk a bit about my morning run and the weather and she clearly is over the surprise and even lowers the laundry basket a bit and I can clearly see her nipples poking. So I take my chances and compliment her on her underwear and she giggles and says she did not expect anyone to see her this early. So I say I don't mind at all because she looks great and she says that well then maybe I should come along for a drink Tuesday afternoon because she is off work and it's going to be good weather. I should mention that I know her husband works all weekdays and also that she knows I am married too.
We've been neighbours for like ages and we did talk occasionally but not more than that.
Now what?
 
So I went for an early morning run today (Monday) and on my way back not too far from home a neighbour lady comes out of her house carrying a laundry basket full of fresh laundry and wearing only underwear. Black bra and matching black panties. So I stop and say 'good morning' and I clearly completely surprise her, as clearly she figured she would be able to sneak out in her underwear and hang the clothes to dry without being seen.
So she holds the laundry basket in front of her covering most of her body and asks me how I am. Imagine I am at about 3 meters/20ft away from her so I can still see clearly her nice underwear and her nipples more or less shining through the fabric. She is about 50, my age, nice mature curves with good sized tits and a round ass that I can see quite well because the laundry basket is not that big and the panties are quite skimpy.
So we talk a bit about my morning run and the weather and she clearly is over the surprise and even lowers the laundry basket a bit and I can clearly see her nipples poking. So I take my chances and compliment her on her underwear and she giggles and says she did not expect anyone to see her this early. So I say I don't mind at all because she looks great and she says that well then maybe I should come along for a drink Tuesday afternoon because she is off work and it's going to be good weather. I should mention that I know her husband works all weekdays and also that she knows I am married too.
We've been neighbours for like ages and we did talk occasionally but not more than that.
Now what?
Mate
, if you aren't hopping across.. could you ask her if she is OK with someone else? I will take the beans, grinder and the percolator as well! 🤣
 
So I went for an early morning run today (Monday) and on my way back not too far from home a neighbour lady comes out of her house carrying a laundry basket full of fresh laundry and wearing only underwear. Black bra and matching black panties. So I stop and say 'good morning' and I clearly completely surprise her, as clearly she figured she would be able to sneak out in her underwear and hang the clothes to dry without being seen.
So she holds the laundry basket in front of her covering most of her body and asks me how I am. Imagine I am at about 3 meters/20ft away from her so I can still see clearly her nice underwear and her nipples more or less shining through the fabric. She is about 50, my age, nice mature curves with good sized tits and a round ass that I can see quite well because the laundry basket is not that big and the panties are quite skimpy.
So we talk a bit about my morning run and the weather and she clearly is over the surprise and even lowers the laundry basket a bit and I can clearly see her nipples poking. So I take my chances and compliment her on her underwear and she giggles and says she did not expect anyone to see her this early. So I say I don't mind at all because she looks great and she says that well then maybe I should come along for a drink Tuesday afternoon because she is off work and it's going to be good weather. I should mention that I know her husband works all weekdays and also that she knows I am married too.
We've been neighbours for like ages and we did talk occasionally but not more than that.
Now what?
Do you often go running around this time? If so then it may have been planned. I have a neighbor at the end of the street that knows I take a break around 1 pm everyday and she just happens to be walking her dog by my house in a tennis skirt.
 
If it looks like a fuck, walks like a fuck, talks like a fuck, well, hey, chances are it's a fuck.

Get inside her head. She might have thought any of the following:

(a) God, how embarrassing. I'd better cut the small talk and get back inside fast. In which case she'd have scarpered faster than a French prime minister out of Matignon.
BUT she could also have thought:
(b) God, how embarrassing. Oh, bollocks. Might as well small-talk for a while, take the edge off things ... oh, I see, the chatty type, and a runner too, trim bod, and me in me knickers and bra, um, ... maybe see where this is going, if anywhere ...
(c) Tee-hee, just as I'd planned. Little did he know I've somewhat implausibly rigged the entire street with a CCTV system streamed to my home. Better go and plan what I'm going to wear, or not wear, on Tuesday.

Looks like (b) or (c) to me. On Tuesday, no need to mention that the patrons of an erotica website were practically offering odds on whether or not she'd get her kit off and get down on her knees. You can tell her that after you've boned her.
 
Do you often go running around this time? If so then it may have been planned. I have a neighbor at the end of the street that knows I take a break around 1 pm everyday and she just happens to be walking her dog by my house in a tennis skirt.
That same thing crossed my mind. She could have still been surprised because she wasn't sure it would work and/or what to do.
 
Right, this is my brash alter ego kicking in here:

Forget all the savvy reasoning by my colleague. Who the fack reckons they can sneak out in their underwear without getting caught? At the very least she's a tease. If that's what she gets up to outside the house, she probably has a dungeon downstairs with whips and ball gags and God knows what else. Go for it. Who dares wins. Who doesn't dare whines.
 
I doubt it, it was really an accidental encounter. She couldn't have seen me going out and she was genuinely surprised.
But what I've been asking myself is if she maybe parades outdoors in underwear deliberately because it excites her. That could be.
No, it was no accident! I've seen you out jogging before and the truth of the matter is that I was exceptionally horny this morning and going to be home all day...alone. I didn't want to come out and say, "Come on in and fuck me!", even though it crossed my mind!! 😉

The offer is still open to have that drink!! Until then I'll be watching for you to jog by tomorrow morning, maybe naked then!
 
Now what?
What are you asking us for? Do you want it or not?

I guess I will honour the invitation but I will have to be very careful, cannot risk doing anything unexpected. It will be her call....
If you show up, she's going to expect you to move things forward and not make her do it. Don't disappoint her!

Now, you're onto something here: You can't come on too strong. You have to do the dance. You have to show her you know why you're there. You have to let her show you she knows why you're there. You have to move things forward a flirt at a time until it's beyond obvious to both of you that it's going to happen if she doesn't send you home.

Not too fast, you're right. But not too slow or you'll disappoint her and she'll lose interest.

Of course it's going to be "her call," but she has already made the call to get this ball rolling. Now go close the deal. If you're too "gentlemanly" to even lift the slightest finger to show your interest and encourage her, and you don't dare to do anything except make her 100% seduce you, you shouldn't even go.
 
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So I went for an early morning run today (Monday) and on my way back not too far from home a neighbour lady comes out of her house carrying a laundry basket full of fresh laundry and wearing only underwear. Black bra and matching black panties. So I stop and say 'good morning' and I clearly completely surprise her, as clearly she figured she would be able to sneak out in her underwear and hang the clothes to dry without being seen.
So she holds the laundry basket in front of her covering most of her body and asks me how I am. Imagine I am at about 3 meters/20ft away from her so I can still see clearly her nice underwear and her nipples more or less shining through the fabric. She is about 50, my age, nice mature curves with good sized tits and a round ass that I can see quite well because the laundry basket is not that big and the panties are quite skimpy.
So we talk a bit about my morning run and the weather and she clearly is over the surprise and even lowers the laundry basket a bit and I can clearly see her nipples poking. So I take my chances and compliment her on her underwear and she giggles and says she did not expect anyone to see her this early. So I say I don't mind at all because she looks great and she says that well then maybe I should come along for a drink Tuesday afternoon because she is off work and it's going to be good weather. I should mention that I know her husband works all weekdays and also that she knows I am married too.
We've been neighbours for like ages and we did talk occasionally but not more than that.
Now what?

I can't help but think how interesting it may be to show up at her door in your underwear.
 
No, it was no accident! I've seen you out jogging before and the truth of the matter is that I was exceptionally horny this morning and going to be home all day...alone. I didn't want to come out and say, "Come on in and fuck me!", even though it crossed my mind!! 😉

The offer is still open to have that drink!! Until then I'll be watching for you to jog by tomorrow morning, maybe naked then!
I need to start jogging 🤣😍
 
I think my main issue is not so much what could or could not happen. It's more that if something happens, she is a neighbour. I've had many flings and erotic encounters, but never on my doorstep.
 
Well, it's Tuesday, and only hours to go before drinkies. Countdown to knickers down. Note that she didn't suggest going down the Fox and Hounds, either, no - definitely behind closed doors. I mean, how many signs do you want or need?

But you can play the unsuspecting naïve gentleman if you like, and bring along a bottle of plonk as if that were all there was to it, and let her play your cards for you, attaboy. If it's all cleavage and apparently accidental bendings-over with her back to you in a short skirt amid constant simpering, well hey, you might as well take the doggie out and pet it to hardness as you sit on the sofa.

However, what Freanne says is also true - shitting on your own doorstep might not be a good idea. Have you considered moving?
 
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Neighbours tittle-tattle at the best of times, peering out between those lace curtains like in St Mary Mead, so that is an interesting but rather dangerous idea. The kind of thing a Miss Marple character might have commented on in a racier version of Agatha Christie's whodunnits: " ... and that Freanne man, stealing up to her door in his Y-fronts and string vest, well, really! ... I said to Martha Fotheringay, I said, he's a bad lot, that one, that Freanne, no good will come of it, you mark my words, I said ..."
 
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