Helpful Neighbor (Closed)
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Alan Barnes
Turning into my driveway, traces of the last (hopefully) brief snow of the season on the grass, I look across the adjoining yard and decide it's about time to meet my neighbors. I moved here a couple of months ago after semi-retiring from my position with a large company in the city. Having been a workaholic all my life, I figured one way to slow down was to move away from the city. With my home office computer, I can still be in touch with my successor at the agency . . . but slowly sever the ties with the daily grind. I have enough financial resources to live a comfortable life, and in my early 60's, it is time to start enjoying life again.
My working 60-70 hour weeks resulted in a divorce many years ago, and I have forgotten what it is like to have regular female companionship, even for dinner . . . although thoughts do pop up every so often . . . and for some reason, even more so since spending more time by myself at home and in my office here.
As the garage door opens, I look across the yard again and see my neighbor step out to retrieve her mail. She looks up . . . waves . . . I return the wave . . . and pull into the garage.
Going into the house through the family room door . . . tossing my coat over a chair in the kitchen . . . getting my own mail . . . sitting down at the kitchen table . . . opening several envelopes of "junk" mail . . . my eyes drift across the back yard to my neighbor's house and wonder . . . is she married . . . any kids . . . how old is she . . . . . .
Turning into my driveway, traces of the last (hopefully) brief snow of the season on the grass, I look across the adjoining yard and decide it's about time to meet my neighbors. I moved here a couple of months ago after semi-retiring from my position with a large company in the city. Having been a workaholic all my life, I figured one way to slow down was to move away from the city. With my home office computer, I can still be in touch with my successor at the agency . . . but slowly sever the ties with the daily grind. I have enough financial resources to live a comfortable life, and in my early 60's, it is time to start enjoying life again.
My working 60-70 hour weeks resulted in a divorce many years ago, and I have forgotten what it is like to have regular female companionship, even for dinner . . . although thoughts do pop up every so often . . . and for some reason, even more so since spending more time by myself at home and in my office here.
As the garage door opens, I look across the yard again and see my neighbor step out to retrieve her mail. She looks up . . . waves . . . I return the wave . . . and pull into the garage.
Going into the house through the family room door . . . tossing my coat over a chair in the kitchen . . . getting my own mail . . . sitting down at the kitchen table . . . opening several envelopes of "junk" mail . . . my eyes drift across the back yard to my neighbor's house and wonder . . . is she married . . . any kids . . . how old is she . . . . . .
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Glancing into the mirror that was strategicly placed close to the front entry (somebodies brilliant idea so that people could check their appearance before going out no doubt) I couldn't help but sigh. The years had been good to me, but 32 years of life had still taken minor tolls; mainly in the tiny laugh lines that crinkled around my eyes. In a moment of pure vanity, I paused and examined my figure in the full length mirror.
5' 5" tall, shoulder length straight blond hair, sparkling green eyes and a relatively trim figure with a full bust was what my eyes saw. I fluffed my hair, satisfied for now and finished my journey to the door. Popping out to the front stoop, I reached into the mailbox and then glanced over as movement to the left caught my eye. It was my newest neighbor, the one who had moved in a couple months previously.
I hadn't taken much notice of him before as he seemed to shy from interacting with others, but seeing him today and having him return my friendly wave decided me. Perhaps he was just to busy, or perhaps to shy to meet his neighbors, or even he might have come from one of those modern neighborhoods where nobody chatted. Either way, he seemed friendly enough, and I thought perhaps it would be appropriate to go meet the man and say a howdy.
It took some convincing, but I finally got my 12 year old son Ricky to help me in thew kitchen (I had been trying to teach him how to cook for a few years now with limited success) and soon had a plate filled with chocolate chip cookies. We threw together a quick supper and then leaving Ricky in frnt of a movie with the promise to return shortly, I walked across the adjoining patch of grass to the neighbors house. As I passed under the eaves of my house, something wet splatted on my head. With a glance of disgust at the eaves, I made a mental note to clean the gutter in the next week or so.
Arriving at the house, I rang the bell and waited. Suddenly nervous, I found myself wondering if the neighbor was diabetic, or on a diet and the welcome gift I had was inappropriate. As the door suddenly began to open, I had no more time to wonder and instead found the smile that had threatened to slip. I looked at the man who opened the door and said, "Hi, my name's Kathy and I am your next door neighbor...I havent made it over here before, but I don't think it's to late to say hi to the new neighbor is it?"
5' 5" tall, shoulder length straight blond hair, sparkling green eyes and a relatively trim figure with a full bust was what my eyes saw. I fluffed my hair, satisfied for now and finished my journey to the door. Popping out to the front stoop, I reached into the mailbox and then glanced over as movement to the left caught my eye. It was my newest neighbor, the one who had moved in a couple months previously.
I hadn't taken much notice of him before as he seemed to shy from interacting with others, but seeing him today and having him return my friendly wave decided me. Perhaps he was just to busy, or perhaps to shy to meet his neighbors, or even he might have come from one of those modern neighborhoods where nobody chatted. Either way, he seemed friendly enough, and I thought perhaps it would be appropriate to go meet the man and say a howdy.
It took some convincing, but I finally got my 12 year old son Ricky to help me in thew kitchen (I had been trying to teach him how to cook for a few years now with limited success) and soon had a plate filled with chocolate chip cookies. We threw together a quick supper and then leaving Ricky in frnt of a movie with the promise to return shortly, I walked across the adjoining patch of grass to the neighbors house. As I passed under the eaves of my house, something wet splatted on my head. With a glance of disgust at the eaves, I made a mental note to clean the gutter in the next week or so.
Arriving at the house, I rang the bell and waited. Suddenly nervous, I found myself wondering if the neighbor was diabetic, or on a diet and the welcome gift I had was inappropriate. As the door suddenly began to open, I had no more time to wonder and instead found the smile that had threatened to slip. I looked at the man who opened the door and said, "Hi, my name's Kathy and I am your next door neighbor...I havent made it over here before, but I don't think it's to late to say hi to the new neighbor is it?"
Still sitting at my kitchen table, I'm startled by the ring of the doorbell. Since I haven't met any of my neighbors yet, I have no idea who it could be . . . probably one of those door-to-door religious groups. Oh, well, I'll at least be polite.
As soon as I open the door, I realize that my suspicious mind has been overactive . . that is unless, the church groups are now sending out blondes with plates of cookies. "Hi, I'm Kathy," I hear. Opening the screen door, "I'm Alan, come on in . . . and thanks for coming over. When you waved earlier today, I realized that I hadn't even taken the time to meet you since I moved in. The coffee pot is on if you have time to stay for a few minutes. I'm sure you can fill me in on the rest of the neighbors."
With one hand reaching to close the door, I gesture toward the kitchen with my other hand. Following you to the kitchen, I can't help but notice how attractive my neighbor is. Although I am 5'9", Kathy is a few inches shorter than I am . . . can't quite judge her age, but guessing early 30's . . . young enough to be my daughter. But . . . . she is not my daughter, so I can enjoy the physical attractiveness and not feel guilty.
"How do you like your coffee?"
As soon as I open the door, I realize that my suspicious mind has been overactive . . that is unless, the church groups are now sending out blondes with plates of cookies. "Hi, I'm Kathy," I hear. Opening the screen door, "I'm Alan, come on in . . . and thanks for coming over. When you waved earlier today, I realized that I hadn't even taken the time to meet you since I moved in. The coffee pot is on if you have time to stay for a few minutes. I'm sure you can fill me in on the rest of the neighbors."
With one hand reaching to close the door, I gesture toward the kitchen with my other hand. Following you to the kitchen, I can't help but notice how attractive my neighbor is. Although I am 5'9", Kathy is a few inches shorter than I am . . . can't quite judge her age, but guessing early 30's . . . young enough to be my daughter. But . . . . she is not my daughter, so I can enjoy the physical attractiveness and not feel guilty.
"How do you like your coffee?"
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"I'm Alan, come on in . . . and thanks for coming over. When you waved earlier today, I realized that I hadn't even taken the time to meet you since I moved in. The coffee pot is on if you have time to stay for a few minutes. I'm sure you can fill me in on the rest of the neighbors."
With a smile, I nodded and followed, saying, 'Sure, I can stay for a little bit at least, my son is old enough to be alone for a little while and he knows where I am if he needs me."
Walking into my neighbors house for the first time, I am struck first with how friendly he is, and then, almost as an afterthought, especially since it isn't something I look for in someone I date, how handsome. Deffinitely older, though his age really isn't apparent, taller, still slim, in other words, delicious!
I became aware that he was speaking and almost had to ask him to repeat himself because my mind had been wandering into distinctly awkward territory. Chastising my wandering thoughts, I decided on the whole look, admire but don't let on to much approach. Age was of little relivance.
"How do you like your coffee?" That was what he said...almost blushing as there had been such a long pause between his question and my response, sure that he had seen me looking I answered.
"Black with one sugar please..."
When we sat down, I commented while looking around, "You have a nice house, you're wife must do a lot of upkeep to keep it this way." No, I hadn't seen any feminine touches to signify a wife, and I admitted to myself that I was fishing to find out his marital status, but his house was really nice...the self justification was falling a little flat, but I ignored it.
With a smile, I nodded and followed, saying, 'Sure, I can stay for a little bit at least, my son is old enough to be alone for a little while and he knows where I am if he needs me."
Walking into my neighbors house for the first time, I am struck first with how friendly he is, and then, almost as an afterthought, especially since it isn't something I look for in someone I date, how handsome. Deffinitely older, though his age really isn't apparent, taller, still slim, in other words, delicious!
I became aware that he was speaking and almost had to ask him to repeat himself because my mind had been wandering into distinctly awkward territory. Chastising my wandering thoughts, I decided on the whole look, admire but don't let on to much approach. Age was of little relivance.
"How do you like your coffee?" That was what he said...almost blushing as there had been such a long pause between his question and my response, sure that he had seen me looking I answered.
"Black with one sugar please..."
When we sat down, I commented while looking around, "You have a nice house, you're wife must do a lot of upkeep to keep it this way." No, I hadn't seen any feminine touches to signify a wife, and I admitted to myself that I was fishing to find out his marital status, but his house was really nice...the self justification was falling a little flat, but I ignored it.
Alan
The comment about my wife caught me a bit off guard, but guess the best response is to be open and honest. "No, my daughter is the one who helped me out with some decorating ideas and tips. Her mother and I divorced about 12 years ago when I was married to my job. I've been living in a condo in the city since then, so I needed some help to make this place look presentable, and not just another men's dorm room."
"I'm looking forward to some of the little jobs that need to be done around here when the weather starts getting a little nicer . . . yard work, cleaning out the gutters, painting . . . that sort of stuff . . . maybe even put in a few rosebushes. I'm sure you and your husband (if there is one) can help me find the tools and everything I need."
"Hmm, you said you had a son. How old is he? Maybe he would like to help me out with some of the yard work for a little extra spending money?"
Sitting at the table across from you, I can't help but be attracted to your sparkling green eyes and blonde hair . . . I've always had a weakness for blondes . . . hope it isn't too obvious yet . . . still waiting for a reaction to my husband comment . . . better not be getting any ideas yet.
"Seems like I'm doing all the talking here . . . anything I 'really' need to know about the neighbors . . . any gossips who are watching every move I make . . .?"
Knowing that you do need to get back home to your son . . . "You're welcome to stay for another cup of coffee, but if you need to get home, maybe the next time he can come over with you. I have an X-box hooked up to my TV for my grandkids when they come over . . . I'm sure he would enjoy that . . . and maybe even give me a lesson or two so I can beat the grandkids once in a while."
The comment about my wife caught me a bit off guard, but guess the best response is to be open and honest. "No, my daughter is the one who helped me out with some decorating ideas and tips. Her mother and I divorced about 12 years ago when I was married to my job. I've been living in a condo in the city since then, so I needed some help to make this place look presentable, and not just another men's dorm room."
"I'm looking forward to some of the little jobs that need to be done around here when the weather starts getting a little nicer . . . yard work, cleaning out the gutters, painting . . . that sort of stuff . . . maybe even put in a few rosebushes. I'm sure you and your husband (if there is one) can help me find the tools and everything I need."
"Hmm, you said you had a son. How old is he? Maybe he would like to help me out with some of the yard work for a little extra spending money?"
Sitting at the table across from you, I can't help but be attracted to your sparkling green eyes and blonde hair . . . I've always had a weakness for blondes . . . hope it isn't too obvious yet . . . still waiting for a reaction to my husband comment . . . better not be getting any ideas yet.
"Seems like I'm doing all the talking here . . . anything I 'really' need to know about the neighbors . . . any gossips who are watching every move I make . . .?"
Knowing that you do need to get back home to your son . . . "You're welcome to stay for another cup of coffee, but if you need to get home, maybe the next time he can come over with you. I have an X-box hooked up to my TV for my grandkids when they come over . . . I'm sure he would enjoy that . . . and maybe even give me a lesson or two so I can beat the grandkids once in a while."
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No, my daughter is the one who helped me out with some decorating ideas and tips. Her mother and I divorced about 12 years ago when I was married to my job. I've been living in a condo in the city since then, so I needed some help to make this place look presentable, and not just another men's dorm room."
Hmm...that means he's single! Down libido, down! With new eyes, I looked again at Adam, though still trying to make it unobtrusive. Single and desirable, but lets not let our imagination place attraction at his doorstep also without some sign of it. It didn't matter just yet that she sure was!
I couldn't help but smile as he mentioned yardwork, thinking of all the little things that needed doing around my house, but his hasband coment caught me a little off guard at the same time. With a smile I answered my own marital status question. "I'm afraid there's no hubby ready and able to assist, Ricky and I have been on our own for quite some time as his dad decided early on that he wanted no part of family life-he liked chasing miniskirts far to much for that."
Pausing I added, "But, I could probably be able to help out with some things, maybe trade you favors or something because there are a lot of things that need doing around my house too." I smiled when he mentioned Ricky. "Ricky's 12 and desperate to earn some money, I bet he would be thrilled to help out."
"Seems like I'm doing all the talking here . . . anything I 'really' need to know about the neighbors . . . any gossips who are watching every move I make . . .?"
I couldn't help but laugh, "Most of the neighbors are great, mind their own buisness and go out of their way to be friendly, with one exception. The house across the street houses one Mrs. Middleson and her husband. She likes to peep out of her curtains, thinking nobody can see her and watch people. I've never heard of her gossiping to others about what she sees though, she just likes to know what Everyone is doing."
When Adam mentioned my son, I glanced at the wall clock in surprise. Agood 45 minutes had passed and I really should get going! I drained my coffee with an appologetic smile and said, "Thanks, but you're right-I do need to get home." The rest of his comment passed across my brain and I smiled enthusiasticly, "He'd love that I'm sure...he loves games systems but since I limit his time on the tube more than he'd care for, I'm sure he would be more than excited."
We made our goodbyes and as a parting note, I invited him over for dinner the following night to continue the whole get to know one another stuff (not to mention, a great way to oogle my hunky neighbor some more)
With a last smile, I traipsed back home and sent Ricky to bed, soon following myself, where I lay with pleasant thoughts of the morrow before finally drifting off.
Hmm...that means he's single! Down libido, down! With new eyes, I looked again at Adam, though still trying to make it unobtrusive. Single and desirable, but lets not let our imagination place attraction at his doorstep also without some sign of it. It didn't matter just yet that she sure was!
I couldn't help but smile as he mentioned yardwork, thinking of all the little things that needed doing around my house, but his hasband coment caught me a little off guard at the same time. With a smile I answered my own marital status question. "I'm afraid there's no hubby ready and able to assist, Ricky and I have been on our own for quite some time as his dad decided early on that he wanted no part of family life-he liked chasing miniskirts far to much for that."
Pausing I added, "But, I could probably be able to help out with some things, maybe trade you favors or something because there are a lot of things that need doing around my house too." I smiled when he mentioned Ricky. "Ricky's 12 and desperate to earn some money, I bet he would be thrilled to help out."
"Seems like I'm doing all the talking here . . . anything I 'really' need to know about the neighbors . . . any gossips who are watching every move I make . . .?"
I couldn't help but laugh, "Most of the neighbors are great, mind their own buisness and go out of their way to be friendly, with one exception. The house across the street houses one Mrs. Middleson and her husband. She likes to peep out of her curtains, thinking nobody can see her and watch people. I've never heard of her gossiping to others about what she sees though, she just likes to know what Everyone is doing."
When Adam mentioned my son, I glanced at the wall clock in surprise. Agood 45 minutes had passed and I really should get going! I drained my coffee with an appologetic smile and said, "Thanks, but you're right-I do need to get home." The rest of his comment passed across my brain and I smiled enthusiasticly, "He'd love that I'm sure...he loves games systems but since I limit his time on the tube more than he'd care for, I'm sure he would be more than excited."
We made our goodbyes and as a parting note, I invited him over for dinner the following night to continue the whole get to know one another stuff (not to mention, a great way to oogle my hunky neighbor some more)
With a last smile, I traipsed back home and sent Ricky to bed, soon following myself, where I lay with pleasant thoughts of the morrow before finally drifting off.
Alan
Walking to the door as you leave, "I'd love to come for dinner tomorrow evening", my hand touches your shoulder briefly as you leave. Our eyes meet for a little longer than necessary . . . hmm, a bit of a connection??
Being a "bachelor", my kitchen is pretty bare, so I head out to one of my favorite restaurants for a bite to eat. The owner, who has become a friend of mine since moving here, comments that I seem to be in unusually good spirits tonight . . . I just smile and say, "It's been a good day".
Stopping on my way home, I pick up a bottle of wine for tomorrow evening's dinner . . . one of my favorites, hoping you like it as well. Walking into the sporting goods store next door, I find an autographed photo of a local sports hero to bring to Ricky.
Taking my time driving home, seeing a bit more of this suburb, my thoughts drift back over the day . . . some time on line with the office this morning . . . need to remember to e-mail some info when I get home. But . . . . my thoughts keep coming back to my neighbor, Kathy . . . damn, she sure made me feel comfortable this afternoon.
Pulling into my driveway, my eyes look toward your house . . . just a couple of lights on . . . probably your bedroom . . . whoa, old boy . . . take your time here . . . she just brought cookies over . . .
Settling in for the evening with a glass of wine, taking time to e-mail that info to the office, watching the news on TV . . . then off to bed. Can't seem to get Kathy out of my thoughts as I drift off to sleep . . . .
Walking to the door as you leave, "I'd love to come for dinner tomorrow evening", my hand touches your shoulder briefly as you leave. Our eyes meet for a little longer than necessary . . . hmm, a bit of a connection??
Being a "bachelor", my kitchen is pretty bare, so I head out to one of my favorite restaurants for a bite to eat. The owner, who has become a friend of mine since moving here, comments that I seem to be in unusually good spirits tonight . . . I just smile and say, "It's been a good day".
Stopping on my way home, I pick up a bottle of wine for tomorrow evening's dinner . . . one of my favorites, hoping you like it as well. Walking into the sporting goods store next door, I find an autographed photo of a local sports hero to bring to Ricky.
Taking my time driving home, seeing a bit more of this suburb, my thoughts drift back over the day . . . some time on line with the office this morning . . . need to remember to e-mail some info when I get home. But . . . . my thoughts keep coming back to my neighbor, Kathy . . . damn, she sure made me feel comfortable this afternoon.
Pulling into my driveway, my eyes look toward your house . . . just a couple of lights on . . . probably your bedroom . . . whoa, old boy . . . take your time here . . . she just brought cookies over . . .
Settling in for the evening with a glass of wine, taking time to e-mail that info to the office, watching the news on TV . . . then off to bed. Can't seem to get Kathy out of my thoughts as I drift off to sleep . . . .
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When you accepted my invitation to dinner and then touched my shoulder, I thought I was going to melt right into the floor. The contact, brief as it was, was electric. My eyes met his, briefly and then slid away. Was I imagining the attraction was mutual? Somehow, I didn't think so.
The next morning I got up and got Ricky off to school. I took out three steaks and put them to thaw, then peeled potatoesand placed them in cold water before heading to the shower before work. I knew that by the time I got home that night, there wouldn't be time to do much before dinner. I was very happy that my boss had agreed to a different schedule, allowing me to do most of my work at home and only go in two days a week.
That night, I got home and ran through the shower once more. The eternal female debate then ensued; What to wear, makeup or no, hair up or down...decisions, decisions. I finally settled on a clingy sweater with black leggings, minimal makeup and I spent a few minutes curling my hair looselyso it framed my face.
I called it good-not to obvious, but feminine. It was actually almost perfect as I wanted to give the impression of availability without trampiness to Alan as I had made the decision to pursue him...gently and I would back off if he wasn't interested of course, but he definitely had my interest!
The potatoes were cooked and mashed, corn prepared and the steaks were ready to toss on the burner when the doorbell rang. I figured it was a good thing Alan couldn't see me as I almost ran through the house-mustn't seem to eager right? I opened the door and ushered him in with a grin, glancing at the bottle of wine in hand. My smile widened, 'I like a guy that brings treats!" I didn't get wine very often.
Turning toward the kitchen, I called, "If you want, you can have a seat in the livingroom and I will be in with coffee in a moment, or you can follow and keep me company while I work. How do you like your steak?"
The next morning I got up and got Ricky off to school. I took out three steaks and put them to thaw, then peeled potatoesand placed them in cold water before heading to the shower before work. I knew that by the time I got home that night, there wouldn't be time to do much before dinner. I was very happy that my boss had agreed to a different schedule, allowing me to do most of my work at home and only go in two days a week.
That night, I got home and ran through the shower once more. The eternal female debate then ensued; What to wear, makeup or no, hair up or down...decisions, decisions. I finally settled on a clingy sweater with black leggings, minimal makeup and I spent a few minutes curling my hair looselyso it framed my face.
I called it good-not to obvious, but feminine. It was actually almost perfect as I wanted to give the impression of availability without trampiness to Alan as I had made the decision to pursue him...gently and I would back off if he wasn't interested of course, but he definitely had my interest!
The potatoes were cooked and mashed, corn prepared and the steaks were ready to toss on the burner when the doorbell rang. I figured it was a good thing Alan couldn't see me as I almost ran through the house-mustn't seem to eager right? I opened the door and ushered him in with a grin, glancing at the bottle of wine in hand. My smile widened, 'I like a guy that brings treats!" I didn't get wine very often.
Turning toward the kitchen, I called, "If you want, you can have a seat in the livingroom and I will be in with coffee in a moment, or you can follow and keep me company while I work. How do you like your steak?"
"Medium . . . just a little pink in the middle . . . sounds wonderful. And I'll join you in the kitchen and watch you work." Leaning back against a counter as you start to put the steaks on, I try not to be too obvious in my looking in your direction. The sweater you are wearing seems to cling in all the right places . . . the black leggings slide on your legs with every move . . . hmmm, hope my enjoying this opportunity doesn't become too obvious.
"As I was walking over here, I noticed some movement in Mrs. What's-her-name's curtains. That will give her something to talk about for a few days now. I'm sure she will be watching all evening to see what time I go home. Maybe I'll just wave in her direction when I leave . . . that should give her a thrill."
As you turn to retrieve some seasonings for the steaks from a cabinet, I see just a hint of bare skin between your sweater and leggings . . . and feel a familiar reaction . . . although not something that I had been feeling for quite some time. I am just now beginning to realize what I have been missing all these years by being totally focused on work and ignoring everything and everyone else around me.
You open a drawer, take out a corkscrew . . . "How about opening the wine for us . . the steaks are about done, and I think I'm ready for some wine. While you do, that I'll call Ricky from his room and we'll be ready to eat."
Watching you walk from the kitchen, I hear you calling your son down for dinner. Opening the wine, and pouring some in the glasses on the counter, handing one to you just as you walk back in the kitchen. Raising my glass . . . "Here's to new neighbors . . . new friends . . . and an enjoyable evening."
(Thinking to myself, damn, this lady is really affecting me . . . I think something is happening with both of us . . . but "Old Boy" . . . take it easy. don't rush it . . . you've got plenty of time....)
"As I was walking over here, I noticed some movement in Mrs. What's-her-name's curtains. That will give her something to talk about for a few days now. I'm sure she will be watching all evening to see what time I go home. Maybe I'll just wave in her direction when I leave . . . that should give her a thrill."
As you turn to retrieve some seasonings for the steaks from a cabinet, I see just a hint of bare skin between your sweater and leggings . . . and feel a familiar reaction . . . although not something that I had been feeling for quite some time. I am just now beginning to realize what I have been missing all these years by being totally focused on work and ignoring everything and everyone else around me.
You open a drawer, take out a corkscrew . . . "How about opening the wine for us . . the steaks are about done, and I think I'm ready for some wine. While you do, that I'll call Ricky from his room and we'll be ready to eat."
Watching you walk from the kitchen, I hear you calling your son down for dinner. Opening the wine, and pouring some in the glasses on the counter, handing one to you just as you walk back in the kitchen. Raising my glass . . . "Here's to new neighbors . . . new friends . . . and an enjoyable evening."
(Thinking to myself, damn, this lady is really affecting me . . . I think something is happening with both of us . . . but "Old Boy" . . . take it easy. don't rush it . . . you've got plenty of time....)
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I smile a little when you name the way you want your steak cooked-it's the same way I like my own. Yet another similarity and I have to caution myself to again refrain from jumping to conclusions. I can almost feel you following me and the short hair stands up on my arm in a not unpleasant way.
"As I was walking over here, I noticed some movement in Mrs. What's-her-name's curtains. That will give her something to talk about for a few days now. I'm sure she will be watching all evening to see what time I go home. Maybe I'll just wave in her direction when I leave . . . that should give her a thrill."
I couldn't help but laugh adding my own suggestion, "Even better, when you leave, go out the backdoor-she'll likely stay up all night with her nose pressed to the glass, each hour adding to her indignation...then open your front door in the morning to fetch your paper, I'm sure she might just have a coronary trying to figure it out!" I blushed, wondering if I had given you the impression that I didn't mind if the neighbors thought we had something going on (which I didn't of course) and if the suggestion was to forward. Flustered, I returned to the last minute preparations.
When I left to call Ricky for dinner, I took a deep breath to try and compose myself, still my racing heart. "Here's to new neighbors . . . new friends . . . and an enjoyable evening." I smiled, raising the glass to my lips with an answering toast, "Fun and friends and excitement are my mainstay, I look forward to experienceing both with you!" then I blushed once more as I realised that my statement could be taken one of two ways...or both.
Supper was fun, filled with chatter about life, jobs, backgrounds etc. I watched Ricky closely and was pleased when he seemed to take to you easily; that had been one of the many reasons I didn't date that much. Ricky seemed to think he was the man of the house, which he was but he resented anything that appeared to infringe on 'his turf' It was gratifying to see that I apparently just hadn't been interested in the right guys, as you were definitely different from them.
After supper I politely declined your offer of help with clearing up, explaining that it was part of Ricky's chores and anything he didn't do ie pots and frypans, I would catch later. We retired, glasses in hand to the livingroom where I had turned on the gas fireplace, leaving an intimate dimly lit locale to relax and let the digestive juices flow.
After chatting a while longer, I leaned forward suddenly from where I had been sitting curled into the corner of the same couch you had sat on. In a natural action, I laid my hand on his thigh and said with a laugh, "Alan, I haven't had this much fun in a long long time!" Then I froze, realising exactly where my hand was and the corded leg muscles under my palm. I licked lips that were suddenly dry and withdrew my hand slowly, sitting back up. I could feel myself blushing again, but I refused to appologise for touching you
"As I was walking over here, I noticed some movement in Mrs. What's-her-name's curtains. That will give her something to talk about for a few days now. I'm sure she will be watching all evening to see what time I go home. Maybe I'll just wave in her direction when I leave . . . that should give her a thrill."
I couldn't help but laugh adding my own suggestion, "Even better, when you leave, go out the backdoor-she'll likely stay up all night with her nose pressed to the glass, each hour adding to her indignation...then open your front door in the morning to fetch your paper, I'm sure she might just have a coronary trying to figure it out!" I blushed, wondering if I had given you the impression that I didn't mind if the neighbors thought we had something going on (which I didn't of course) and if the suggestion was to forward. Flustered, I returned to the last minute preparations.
When I left to call Ricky for dinner, I took a deep breath to try and compose myself, still my racing heart. "Here's to new neighbors . . . new friends . . . and an enjoyable evening." I smiled, raising the glass to my lips with an answering toast, "Fun and friends and excitement are my mainstay, I look forward to experienceing both with you!" then I blushed once more as I realised that my statement could be taken one of two ways...or both.
Supper was fun, filled with chatter about life, jobs, backgrounds etc. I watched Ricky closely and was pleased when he seemed to take to you easily; that had been one of the many reasons I didn't date that much. Ricky seemed to think he was the man of the house, which he was but he resented anything that appeared to infringe on 'his turf' It was gratifying to see that I apparently just hadn't been interested in the right guys, as you were definitely different from them.
After supper I politely declined your offer of help with clearing up, explaining that it was part of Ricky's chores and anything he didn't do ie pots and frypans, I would catch later. We retired, glasses in hand to the livingroom where I had turned on the gas fireplace, leaving an intimate dimly lit locale to relax and let the digestive juices flow.
After chatting a while longer, I leaned forward suddenly from where I had been sitting curled into the corner of the same couch you had sat on. In a natural action, I laid my hand on his thigh and said with a laugh, "Alan, I haven't had this much fun in a long long time!" Then I froze, realising exactly where my hand was and the corded leg muscles under my palm. I licked lips that were suddenly dry and withdrew my hand slowly, sitting back up. I could feel myself blushing again, but I refused to appologise for touching you
Leaving Ricky to clear the table, my hand naturally touches your back as we walk to the living room with our wine glasses. I can't help but notice a little shiver from you as my hand touches your back. Sitting back on the couch . . . enjoying the fire and conversation . . . hearing Ricky call out, "All done, Mom . . . can I play some games on the computer for a while?" Hearing your "For a little while, then it will be bed time", we hear him going into the family room and turning on the computer.
Our conversation continues easily . . . obviously getting more comfortable with each other . . . your hand falls quite naturally to my leg . . . hearing you telling me you haven't had this much fun in a long, long time . . . "Kathy, neither have I . . "
Looking at my watch . . "As much as I would love to stay . . . I have enjoyed myself more than I have in quite a long time . . . I should be going . . .
I have an idea . . . "I noticed some dripping from your gutter as I walked up to the door. Maybe this Saturday, Ricky and I could clean out the gutters . . . and then we could all go out to dinner . . . RIcky's choice of where to go . . ." I don't want Ricky to feel like I'm cutting in on his Mom and pushing him out of the way. I feel that there is a definite "connection" taking place . . . but going to do what I can to take it slow . . .
Standing up from the couch, I offer you my hand and "pull" you up from the couch . . . inhaling your soft scent as you stand close to me . . . god, you look good in the sweater . . . standing there, close together, feeling the tension building between us, obviously mutual . . . finally stepping back, "I really should be going" . . . walking together to the front door . . . calling out "Good night" to Ricky . . .
As I open the door, I lean over and kiss your cheek lightly . . . "Thanks again for a wonderful evening . . . I'll call you tomorrow and we'll plan our Saturday . . . "
Walking back home, actually floating on air as I walk, looking across the street and seeing movement in the drapes, I nod and wave toward Mrs. Middleson's house. Laughing to myself as the drapes close quickly.
Settling into my favorite chair in my den, flipping on the TV for the evening news, not hearing a thing the newscaster says . . . thinking only about the evening and already planning our "date" on Saturday . . .
Finally heading for bed . . . looking once more toward your house . . . knowing that the only light on is in your bedroom . . . walking back to my bedroom, crawling in, smiling and drifting off to sleep very, very quickly . . .
Our conversation continues easily . . . obviously getting more comfortable with each other . . . your hand falls quite naturally to my leg . . . hearing you telling me you haven't had this much fun in a long, long time . . . "Kathy, neither have I . . "
Looking at my watch . . "As much as I would love to stay . . . I have enjoyed myself more than I have in quite a long time . . . I should be going . . .
I have an idea . . . "I noticed some dripping from your gutter as I walked up to the door. Maybe this Saturday, Ricky and I could clean out the gutters . . . and then we could all go out to dinner . . . RIcky's choice of where to go . . ." I don't want Ricky to feel like I'm cutting in on his Mom and pushing him out of the way. I feel that there is a definite "connection" taking place . . . but going to do what I can to take it slow . . .
Standing up from the couch, I offer you my hand and "pull" you up from the couch . . . inhaling your soft scent as you stand close to me . . . god, you look good in the sweater . . . standing there, close together, feeling the tension building between us, obviously mutual . . . finally stepping back, "I really should be going" . . . walking together to the front door . . . calling out "Good night" to Ricky . . .
As I open the door, I lean over and kiss your cheek lightly . . . "Thanks again for a wonderful evening . . . I'll call you tomorrow and we'll plan our Saturday . . . "
Walking back home, actually floating on air as I walk, looking across the street and seeing movement in the drapes, I nod and wave toward Mrs. Middleson's house. Laughing to myself as the drapes close quickly.
Settling into my favorite chair in my den, flipping on the TV for the evening news, not hearing a thing the newscaster says . . . thinking only about the evening and already planning our "date" on Saturday . . .
Finally heading for bed . . . looking once more toward your house . . . knowing that the only light on is in your bedroom . . . walking back to my bedroom, crawling in, smiling and drifting off to sleep very, very quickly . . .
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"Kathy, neither have I . . " I smile, but your comment of having to go is probably timely, it saved me from making a fool of myself by leaning over and kissing you. Instead I simply nod, with a faint smile of regret.
"I noticed some dripping from your gutter as I walked up to the door. Maybe this Saturday, Ricky and I could clean out the gutters . . . and then we could all go out to dinner . . . RIcky's choice of where to go ..." I really liked that idea, especially with the way you were trying to include Ricky in decisions and fun. though I already knew what his choice would be and I wasn't sure you would be happy about it then. I almost snickered when I thought about it.
With a grin, I answered, "That would be great actually, I was just noticing yesterday that it needed doing. You however, will have to come up with something for me to do to give you a hand in return, fairs fair you know.' You pull me up from my seat and I am caught there, so close to you, inhaling youe cologne, admiring your chest. It would be so easy to take one step forward, wrap my arms around your waist and tilt my head for your kiss. Regretfully, I don't.
"Thanks again for a wonderful evening . . . I'll call you tomorrow and we'll plan our Saturday . . . " The soft brush of your lips across my cheek almost makes my knees so weak. My goodbye is almost breathy
(oh good show Kat, now he thinks you're desperate if his friendly kisses can do that!)
The space between the time you left, and when Ricky went to bed was a blur. I crawled into bed with relief, finally free to play back the evening. I found myself imagining what could have happened. And what might happen in two days.... I finally fell asleep, dreaming in peace for the night.
When the phone rang the next night, I scooped it up. Smiling already, I spoke into the phone when you identified yourself, "Hi Alan! yes my day was great, I hope yours was too. I might be just about to ruin yours though...I talked to Ricky, and he's quite excited at the prospect of going out, but, his choice leaves a little to be desired. He wants Chuckie Cheeses, meaning that unless you like loud bells and louder children for a couple hours, you might like to find an excuse to cancel..."
In the short pause that followed, I opened my mouth and stuck my foot hip deep in it (or at least thats what I felt like when I finished speaking) "You know, I really enjoyed our visits over the past two days...I wish you were here now too." I blushed again (that really was becoming a curse around you!) "I hope you dont think I am to presumptuous..."
"I noticed some dripping from your gutter as I walked up to the door. Maybe this Saturday, Ricky and I could clean out the gutters . . . and then we could all go out to dinner . . . RIcky's choice of where to go ..." I really liked that idea, especially with the way you were trying to include Ricky in decisions and fun. though I already knew what his choice would be and I wasn't sure you would be happy about it then. I almost snickered when I thought about it.
With a grin, I answered, "That would be great actually, I was just noticing yesterday that it needed doing. You however, will have to come up with something for me to do to give you a hand in return, fairs fair you know.' You pull me up from my seat and I am caught there, so close to you, inhaling youe cologne, admiring your chest. It would be so easy to take one step forward, wrap my arms around your waist and tilt my head for your kiss. Regretfully, I don't.
"Thanks again for a wonderful evening . . . I'll call you tomorrow and we'll plan our Saturday . . . " The soft brush of your lips across my cheek almost makes my knees so weak. My goodbye is almost breathy
(oh good show Kat, now he thinks you're desperate if his friendly kisses can do that!)
The space between the time you left, and when Ricky went to bed was a blur. I crawled into bed with relief, finally free to play back the evening. I found myself imagining what could have happened. And what might happen in two days.... I finally fell asleep, dreaming in peace for the night.
When the phone rang the next night, I scooped it up. Smiling already, I spoke into the phone when you identified yourself, "Hi Alan! yes my day was great, I hope yours was too. I might be just about to ruin yours though...I talked to Ricky, and he's quite excited at the prospect of going out, but, his choice leaves a little to be desired. He wants Chuckie Cheeses, meaning that unless you like loud bells and louder children for a couple hours, you might like to find an excuse to cancel..."
In the short pause that followed, I opened my mouth and stuck my foot hip deep in it (or at least thats what I felt like when I finished speaking) "You know, I really enjoyed our visits over the past two days...I wish you were here now too." I blushed again (that really was becoming a curse around you!) "I hope you dont think I am to presumptuous..."
"Hmmmmm . . . . is than an invitation?" Part of me (a really big part of me) wants to drop the phone and run right over . . . but . . . since we've only met a couple of days ago . . . and we both know that there is something between us . . . I convince myself that the best thing to do is take it easy and not rush into something that could blow up if we let our emotions completely take over.
"Kathy . . . I was thinking the same thing . . . I really enjoyed last night too . . . and I am really looking forward to our time tomorrow . . . getting to know you and Ricky better . . . you are having an effect on me."
"How about you fixing lunch tomorrow . . . soup and sandwiches, something simple? Then Ricky and I can work on the gutters while you watch and help hold the ladder. Then we will all have time to shower and head out to Chuckie Cheeses for dinner. By the way, I've been there a few times . . . my daughter's kids love that place and have dragged me there . . . so I know what to expect. I didn't really expect Ricky to pick the same place I would . . . "
Sitting here, just hearing your voice and breathing on the phone is stirring some feelings . . . physical and emotional . . . within me. It's a good thing you can't see me squirming around in my chair as I try to get comfortable . . . seems like my slacks are getting a little "tight" in certain areas . . .
I can tell by the way our conversation is going . . . there are some things we both are feeling and wanting to say . . . but both of us still taking our time . . . even your comment about "wish you were here now" lets me know that my thoughts and feelings about you are also being felt by you.
We finally say good night . . . agree that you will call me in the morning and set a definite time for lunch. I'll run out in the morning and pick up the tools and bags we need to clean out your gutters tomorrow.
Making my way to the bedroom . . . looking in the mirror and seeing the smile on my face . . . seems like I'm smiling all the time these days . . . and it's all your fault. Falling asleep . . . pictures of you from last night . . . how good you looked . . . and how comfortable we already feel with each other . . . trying to keep my thoughts from racing ahead . . . but can help starting to have some thoughts . . .
"Kathy . . . I was thinking the same thing . . . I really enjoyed last night too . . . and I am really looking forward to our time tomorrow . . . getting to know you and Ricky better . . . you are having an effect on me."
"How about you fixing lunch tomorrow . . . soup and sandwiches, something simple? Then Ricky and I can work on the gutters while you watch and help hold the ladder. Then we will all have time to shower and head out to Chuckie Cheeses for dinner. By the way, I've been there a few times . . . my daughter's kids love that place and have dragged me there . . . so I know what to expect. I didn't really expect Ricky to pick the same place I would . . . "
Sitting here, just hearing your voice and breathing on the phone is stirring some feelings . . . physical and emotional . . . within me. It's a good thing you can't see me squirming around in my chair as I try to get comfortable . . . seems like my slacks are getting a little "tight" in certain areas . . .
I can tell by the way our conversation is going . . . there are some things we both are feeling and wanting to say . . . but both of us still taking our time . . . even your comment about "wish you were here now" lets me know that my thoughts and feelings about you are also being felt by you.
We finally say good night . . . agree that you will call me in the morning and set a definite time for lunch. I'll run out in the morning and pick up the tools and bags we need to clean out your gutters tomorrow.
Making my way to the bedroom . . . looking in the mirror and seeing the smile on my face . . . seems like I'm smiling all the time these days . . . and it's all your fault. Falling asleep . . . pictures of you from last night . . . how good you looked . . . and how comfortable we already feel with each other . . . trying to keep my thoughts from racing ahead . . . but can help starting to have some thoughts . . .
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"Hmmmmm . . . . is than an invitation?" I cant help but smile. I know that you want to take up my unspoken invitation, but you are far to much of a gentleman to do so. I like that.
It is easy to agree to your suggestions for tomorrow, but there's an impish part of me that suggests a number of naughty things when you mention us all showering. Ricky has his own shower in the basement, but mine is big enough for two easily. I shove the thoughts back, cautioning myself that later is better, take my time, get to know you more. It doesn't help that all I have to do is hear your voice and I get arroused...
The conversation was both to long, and to short, all at the same time. When it ended I didn't go straight to bed as I had done after our previous conversations. This time, it was to early, and I was to wired up to sleep in either case. Instead, I ran a deep bubblebath, turning on the jets in my ensuite jaccuzi tub. Being in the tub was a problem all in itself, because the tub had been built with couples in mind; it was more than big enough for two and all I could think about was you sitting in there with me and all the fun that might come of that!
Finally I drained the tub and dressed in a nightie then crawled into bed. Lying in the dark, I thought of the nightie I was wearing and smiled. The concept of nighties brought mental images of granny gowns, but this was low cut and clingy in all the right places, opaque and lovely. I wouldn't mind showing it to you either! Finally, I fell asleep, the unsatisfied ache between my thighs finally fading enough to be ignored for another day.
You came bright and early the next day and you and Ricky started cleaning out the gutters right off. I had dressed that morning with you in mind, deciding to show off my flat tummy etc. I was wearing a button up blouse with the top button undone, the next two done up and the rest gathered and tied just under my boobs. I was also wearing form fitting shorts, ones that ended just below my butt-not quite short shorts, but close. I caught you staring a couple times as I puttered around outside and smiled up at you, letting you know that all of it was deliberate.
About 11:00 I put together a picnic lunch, chicken salad sandwiches, carrots, salad etc, tossed a can of pop for Ricky, a bottle of wine and two glasses for us into the mix and carried it all into the backyard. I set out a blanket and arrainged all the food in the center. Then I walked into the front yard and gave the lunch call with a grin on my lips, hands on my hips, laughing as you and Ricky came scrambling.
It is easy to agree to your suggestions for tomorrow, but there's an impish part of me that suggests a number of naughty things when you mention us all showering. Ricky has his own shower in the basement, but mine is big enough for two easily. I shove the thoughts back, cautioning myself that later is better, take my time, get to know you more. It doesn't help that all I have to do is hear your voice and I get arroused...
The conversation was both to long, and to short, all at the same time. When it ended I didn't go straight to bed as I had done after our previous conversations. This time, it was to early, and I was to wired up to sleep in either case. Instead, I ran a deep bubblebath, turning on the jets in my ensuite jaccuzi tub. Being in the tub was a problem all in itself, because the tub had been built with couples in mind; it was more than big enough for two and all I could think about was you sitting in there with me and all the fun that might come of that!
Finally I drained the tub and dressed in a nightie then crawled into bed. Lying in the dark, I thought of the nightie I was wearing and smiled. The concept of nighties brought mental images of granny gowns, but this was low cut and clingy in all the right places, opaque and lovely. I wouldn't mind showing it to you either! Finally, I fell asleep, the unsatisfied ache between my thighs finally fading enough to be ignored for another day.
You came bright and early the next day and you and Ricky started cleaning out the gutters right off. I had dressed that morning with you in mind, deciding to show off my flat tummy etc. I was wearing a button up blouse with the top button undone, the next two done up and the rest gathered and tied just under my boobs. I was also wearing form fitting shorts, ones that ended just below my butt-not quite short shorts, but close. I caught you staring a couple times as I puttered around outside and smiled up at you, letting you know that all of it was deliberate.
About 11:00 I put together a picnic lunch, chicken salad sandwiches, carrots, salad etc, tossed a can of pop for Ricky, a bottle of wine and two glasses for us into the mix and carried it all into the backyard. I set out a blanket and arrainged all the food in the center. Then I walked into the front yard and gave the lunch call with a grin on my lips, hands on my hips, laughing as you and Ricky came scrambling.
Waking up early on Saturday morning . . . sitting at the kitchen table with my coffee on and morning paper . . . I can see lights on at your house . . . first in your bedroom and then the kitchen. Heading out to the hardware store, I pick up a ladder and some tools and bags Ricky and I will need to clean out the gutters. After leaving the store, I drive straight to your house and pull in the driveway . . . anything to give Mrs. Middleson a thrill.
Ricky greets me in the driveway and we get the ladder set up and start cleaning the leaves and other "stuff" out of the gutters. Standing on the ladder I have a good view of you as you walk into the yard to see how we are doing . . . short blouse tied up revealing plenty of skin above your tight shorts . . . and plenty of leg to look at as the shorts are definitely short.
I can tell by your smile that you are well aware of my looks . . . and are certainly enjoying the attention. It's a good thing I put on a pair of loose fitting work pants . . . my "excitement" should be fairly well hidden . . .
I take a turn on the ground . . . steadying the ladder as Ricky climbs up to do some more gutter cleaning. We fill a couple of bags of "stuff" and carry them out to the curb for the trash man to pick up next week.
Just as we reach a good stopping point, you call out "Lunch". Ricky and I hurry in to wash our hands and back out to the yard to join you on the blanket for lunch. Taking the corkscrew, I open the bottle of wine, open it and poor a glass for each.
After eating in a hurry, Ricky asks if he can go in and play computer games for a few minutes before he and I finish the gutters. Hearing a "yes" . . . he runs off and we hear the door close behind him.
I refill our wine glasses . . . we relax on the blanket . . . close to each other . . . feeling the tension building . . . both of us wanting to move closer . . . but still a little hesitant . . . at least for now . . .
Hearing the back door opening . . . Ricky doesn't realize that we both had put him completely out of our minds . . . as he walks toward the blanket . . . I look at him and ask if he is ready to finish our job so we can go out for pizza . . .
Getting up . . . touching your cheek and tracing across it . . . I feel the shiver in you as my finger touches your skin . . . "Yes, Ricky . . . guess we better get busy"
I think you know what you are doing to me . . . I sure know what you are doing to me . . . and it's making it very difficult for me to stand up . . .
Ricky greets me in the driveway and we get the ladder set up and start cleaning the leaves and other "stuff" out of the gutters. Standing on the ladder I have a good view of you as you walk into the yard to see how we are doing . . . short blouse tied up revealing plenty of skin above your tight shorts . . . and plenty of leg to look at as the shorts are definitely short.
I can tell by your smile that you are well aware of my looks . . . and are certainly enjoying the attention. It's a good thing I put on a pair of loose fitting work pants . . . my "excitement" should be fairly well hidden . . .
I take a turn on the ground . . . steadying the ladder as Ricky climbs up to do some more gutter cleaning. We fill a couple of bags of "stuff" and carry them out to the curb for the trash man to pick up next week.
Just as we reach a good stopping point, you call out "Lunch". Ricky and I hurry in to wash our hands and back out to the yard to join you on the blanket for lunch. Taking the corkscrew, I open the bottle of wine, open it and poor a glass for each.
After eating in a hurry, Ricky asks if he can go in and play computer games for a few minutes before he and I finish the gutters. Hearing a "yes" . . . he runs off and we hear the door close behind him.
I refill our wine glasses . . . we relax on the blanket . . . close to each other . . . feeling the tension building . . . both of us wanting to move closer . . . but still a little hesitant . . . at least for now . . .
Hearing the back door opening . . . Ricky doesn't realize that we both had put him completely out of our minds . . . as he walks toward the blanket . . . I look at him and ask if he is ready to finish our job so we can go out for pizza . . .
Getting up . . . touching your cheek and tracing across it . . . I feel the shiver in you as my finger touches your skin . . . "Yes, Ricky . . . guess we better get busy"
I think you know what you are doing to me . . . I sure know what you are doing to me . . . and it's making it very difficult for me to stand up . . .
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Ricky asking to play on the computer until it's time to go back to work is both heaven and hell. I thouroughly enjoy the opportunity to be alone with you, even for a few minutes, but to be so close, and yet still feel shy enough and new enough to be unable to reach out and touch you is its own special brand of hell.
The sound of the door opening is a dash of cold water on my libido as I realise Ricky is on his way back and the last thing I want him to find is his mother jumping all over and kissing the neighbor-at least for now. I am almost relieved when you diffuse the situation, telling Ricky that you two should get back to work. The touch of your fingers on my cheek makes me shiver, unable to hide the electric sensation of desire your touch causes. Deliberately, I turn my head slightly and graze my lips over the tips of your fingers as they pass.
I note with amusement your difficulty in getting up, though I do note with interest your lack of difficulty in 'rising to the occasion' as your pants tighten as you get up. It is extremely gratifying to know that you are as affected as I am, I am just lucky to be able to hide it better. You glance down as you finish getting up to catch the knowing satisfied grin curling the corners of my lips and know I am excited about getting to you too.
I gather the remnants of lunch, occupying myself with tidying as you and Ricky finish up. Ricky ran in to tell me you were done just as I finished washing up the dishes, so I duitifully come out to inspect your work, to the point of climbing up the ladder to peek (which I know shows off more of my legs for your enjoyment)
I sent Ricky in to shower, but linger with you in the doorway for a few moments. Teasingly I suggest, "Perahps I should invite you in to share a shower, it might go faster...Or not." My voice might be teasing, but you and I both know that we would both like it far to much and you just grin in response. I lean in close to you, smiling as my lips brush across your cheek fleetingly (wonder what Mrs. Middleson thinks of that?!?) "Thanks for your help today, especially the way you made sure Ricky was included too"
With that, I make my way into the house, showering and getting ready to go out. Setting out on the seduction trail, before dressing I spray my body with aftershower stuff, suppoidly loaded with pheremones...something my friends got me as an unsubtle hint I should perhaps think about dating again about five years previously. I dont know if the pheremones work, but it does smell very nice, so it will do. Tonight I wear a loose skirt and a light blouse-something far more casual than if I was going someplace really fancy, yet still nice.
Ricky and I are almost pacing as we wait for you, but each for very different reasons.
The sound of the door opening is a dash of cold water on my libido as I realise Ricky is on his way back and the last thing I want him to find is his mother jumping all over and kissing the neighbor-at least for now. I am almost relieved when you diffuse the situation, telling Ricky that you two should get back to work. The touch of your fingers on my cheek makes me shiver, unable to hide the electric sensation of desire your touch causes. Deliberately, I turn my head slightly and graze my lips over the tips of your fingers as they pass.
I note with amusement your difficulty in getting up, though I do note with interest your lack of difficulty in 'rising to the occasion' as your pants tighten as you get up. It is extremely gratifying to know that you are as affected as I am, I am just lucky to be able to hide it better. You glance down as you finish getting up to catch the knowing satisfied grin curling the corners of my lips and know I am excited about getting to you too.
I gather the remnants of lunch, occupying myself with tidying as you and Ricky finish up. Ricky ran in to tell me you were done just as I finished washing up the dishes, so I duitifully come out to inspect your work, to the point of climbing up the ladder to peek (which I know shows off more of my legs for your enjoyment)
I sent Ricky in to shower, but linger with you in the doorway for a few moments. Teasingly I suggest, "Perahps I should invite you in to share a shower, it might go faster...Or not." My voice might be teasing, but you and I both know that we would both like it far to much and you just grin in response. I lean in close to you, smiling as my lips brush across your cheek fleetingly (wonder what Mrs. Middleson thinks of that?!?) "Thanks for your help today, especially the way you made sure Ricky was included too"
With that, I make my way into the house, showering and getting ready to go out. Setting out on the seduction trail, before dressing I spray my body with aftershower stuff, suppoidly loaded with pheremones...something my friends got me as an unsubtle hint I should perhaps think about dating again about five years previously. I dont know if the pheremones work, but it does smell very nice, so it will do. Tonight I wear a loose skirt and a light blouse-something far more casual than if I was going someplace really fancy, yet still nice.
Ricky and I are almost pacing as we wait for you, but each for very different reasons.
Standing in my own shower . . . the hot water beating down on my shoulders . . . lathering my body with shower gel . . . my thoughts going back to watching you climb the ladder to inspect the gutter work. I'm sure you weren't really all that interested in looking at the gutters . . . and I know that you know that I was holding the ladder just so I could get a better look at your legs. And also a long look at the curve of your butt under your shorts . . . just enough to cause another twinge under my work pants . . .
My hands continue lathering the soap on my body . . . thoughts of you in your shower right now . . . maybe I should have said yes to your "not-so-subtle" hint at a joint shower. My fingers slide slowly down my chest, over and stomach, and stop as they reach my cock. I know by now that we are heading toward something . . . my mind is already imagining that it is your fingers on me . . . . your soft kiss as I left still lingers on my cheek . . .
Realizing how long I have been standing in the shower . . . how long I have been thinking about you . . . wanting to rush these feelings . . . but knowing that it is best to keep it slow . . . you have Ricky to think about . . . so I want to hold back and let you set the pace . . . but still let you know that I am "wanting" you . . .
Drying off . . . shaving . . . finding that cologne that even my daughter thought was "sexy" . . . actually looking for a shirt and slacks that match . . . grabbing a jacket and heading for the garage. Since Ricky is going with us tonight, I decide to drive my sport utility vehicle . . . I'll save the Corvette for when you and I can get out together . . .
Ricky comes running out as I pull into the driveway . . . "Hop in the back seat Ricky, we'll let your Mom sit up front tonight." Walking on up to the door to meet you, I lean over and give you a soft kiss on the lips, "You look wonderful tonight."
Walking back to the SUV, opening the door and looking at your legs as you slide in the seat . . . looking up at you and smiling . . .knowing that you saw my lingering gaze . . .
My hands continue lathering the soap on my body . . . thoughts of you in your shower right now . . . maybe I should have said yes to your "not-so-subtle" hint at a joint shower. My fingers slide slowly down my chest, over and stomach, and stop as they reach my cock. I know by now that we are heading toward something . . . my mind is already imagining that it is your fingers on me . . . . your soft kiss as I left still lingers on my cheek . . .
Realizing how long I have been standing in the shower . . . how long I have been thinking about you . . . wanting to rush these feelings . . . but knowing that it is best to keep it slow . . . you have Ricky to think about . . . so I want to hold back and let you set the pace . . . but still let you know that I am "wanting" you . . .
Drying off . . . shaving . . . finding that cologne that even my daughter thought was "sexy" . . . actually looking for a shirt and slacks that match . . . grabbing a jacket and heading for the garage. Since Ricky is going with us tonight, I decide to drive my sport utility vehicle . . . I'll save the Corvette for when you and I can get out together . . .
Ricky comes running out as I pull into the driveway . . . "Hop in the back seat Ricky, we'll let your Mom sit up front tonight." Walking on up to the door to meet you, I lean over and give you a soft kiss on the lips, "You look wonderful tonight."
Walking back to the SUV, opening the door and looking at your legs as you slide in the seat . . . looking up at you and smiling . . .knowing that you saw my lingering gaze . . .
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"You look wonderful tonight." The contact of your lips against mine weakens my knees and it takes everything I've got not to grab hold of you and give you the type of kiss that tells you just exactly what I'm thinking. Instead I settle for a smile and a look that is hot enough to sear.
"You look hot enough to eat yourself!" (Hmm yeah, maybe not eat...just nibble and stroke and...) shaking my head to clear the naughty thoughts, I walk to the Suv and slide in, knowing your eyes are on me. I deliberately let my skirt ride up just a little, the motion looking so natural, yet it isn't. You get a quick peek at the soft skin just above my knee and have to be wondering just how high I might let it rise. With an impish grin I readjust it, letting it drape properly, leaving you wanting.
With Ricky so close in the backseat I am limited in the amount I might otherwise tease you, choosing instead to let the tip of one fingernail graze along the side of your thigh everytime you pressed the gas pedal. I could only imagine what it might be doing to you as I gazed out the windshield, pretending that nothing was going on.
When we got to Chuckie cheeses, Ricky was inside almost before we managed to get out. I waited, let you open the door so I could slide out and brush up against you. Who could blame me for the rush of satisfaction I felt when I brushed 'accidentally' against the evidence of your desire. I really had to start behaving myself, else I was going to reach out and touch you, right there in the parking lot and who knew where that might lead! It might be fun, but though the waiting was getting really hard, especially when we both wanted it so bad, but ultimately more fun.
Staring at you, I finally gave in to a tiny portion of temptation, leaning forward and kissing you softly. A normal lips closed kiss for the moment, but filled with suggested promises. Impishly, I said, "Probably had best get in before Ricky gets into mischief...Oh, that reminds me, Monday is teachers convention, Ricky has the week off and has plans to spend it at a friends house. Perhaps we could find some more adult entertainment than chuckie cheeses for fun..." My words were talking about some very different fun than my voice tones and I knew that you had read the suggestion Loud and clear. With a smile I turned to go into the restaurant.
"You look hot enough to eat yourself!" (Hmm yeah, maybe not eat...just nibble and stroke and...) shaking my head to clear the naughty thoughts, I walk to the Suv and slide in, knowing your eyes are on me. I deliberately let my skirt ride up just a little, the motion looking so natural, yet it isn't. You get a quick peek at the soft skin just above my knee and have to be wondering just how high I might let it rise. With an impish grin I readjust it, letting it drape properly, leaving you wanting.
With Ricky so close in the backseat I am limited in the amount I might otherwise tease you, choosing instead to let the tip of one fingernail graze along the side of your thigh everytime you pressed the gas pedal. I could only imagine what it might be doing to you as I gazed out the windshield, pretending that nothing was going on.
When we got to Chuckie cheeses, Ricky was inside almost before we managed to get out. I waited, let you open the door so I could slide out and brush up against you. Who could blame me for the rush of satisfaction I felt when I brushed 'accidentally' against the evidence of your desire. I really had to start behaving myself, else I was going to reach out and touch you, right there in the parking lot and who knew where that might lead! It might be fun, but though the waiting was getting really hard, especially when we both wanted it so bad, but ultimately more fun.
Staring at you, I finally gave in to a tiny portion of temptation, leaning forward and kissing you softly. A normal lips closed kiss for the moment, but filled with suggested promises. Impishly, I said, "Probably had best get in before Ricky gets into mischief...Oh, that reminds me, Monday is teachers convention, Ricky has the week off and has plans to spend it at a friends house. Perhaps we could find some more adult entertainment than chuckie cheeses for fun..." My words were talking about some very different fun than my voice tones and I knew that you had read the suggestion Loud and clear. With a smile I turned to go into the restaurant.
Perhaps we could find some more adult entertainment than chuckie cheeses for fun..."
"I'm sure we can . . . . but for now we better get inside and save Chuckie Cheese from Ricky." Wrapping my arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to me as I close the door behind you . . . feeling the crush of your full breasts against my chest . . . feeling the same excitement in your hard nipples as you felt when you brushed against me getting out of the vehicle. Another quick, but intense, kiss . . . . taking you by the hand and walking into the restaurant . . . Ricky actually standing inside the door waiting for us . . . impatient, but waiting.
After we ordered our pizza and drinks . . . I go with Ricky to buy him tickets to play all the games he wants until we eat . . . watching him head off to the game room . . . noticing that the restaurant provides full-time staff to watch the kids . . .
Coming back to the table and sliding in beside you . . . can't sit much closer than we are right now. Running my hand over your back and around your shoulder . . . inhaling the soft scent of your perfume . . . feeling your hand resting on my thigh . . your fingers tracing a small pattern on my inner thigh. I'm sure you know exactly what you are doing . . . and exactly what effect you are having on me. I feel your head resting on my shoulder and a soft kiss on my neck. Hmmm . . . is it getting warm in here?
The waitress brings our pizza and goes to "claim" Ricky from the game room for us . . we all dig into the pizza, talking between bites, and having fun.
Ricky has a couple of tickets left . . . we let him go play two more games . . . then head back to your house. You only have to ask once if I want to come in for a glass of wine. Ricky argues a bit, but heads off to bed. I wait in the living room while you retrieve the wine, corkscrew, and a couple of glasses from the kitchen . . .
"I'm sure we can . . . . but for now we better get inside and save Chuckie Cheese from Ricky." Wrapping my arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to me as I close the door behind you . . . feeling the crush of your full breasts against my chest . . . feeling the same excitement in your hard nipples as you felt when you brushed against me getting out of the vehicle. Another quick, but intense, kiss . . . . taking you by the hand and walking into the restaurant . . . Ricky actually standing inside the door waiting for us . . . impatient, but waiting.
After we ordered our pizza and drinks . . . I go with Ricky to buy him tickets to play all the games he wants until we eat . . . watching him head off to the game room . . . noticing that the restaurant provides full-time staff to watch the kids . . .
Coming back to the table and sliding in beside you . . . can't sit much closer than we are right now. Running my hand over your back and around your shoulder . . . inhaling the soft scent of your perfume . . . feeling your hand resting on my thigh . . your fingers tracing a small pattern on my inner thigh. I'm sure you know exactly what you are doing . . . and exactly what effect you are having on me. I feel your head resting on my shoulder and a soft kiss on my neck. Hmmm . . . is it getting warm in here?
The waitress brings our pizza and goes to "claim" Ricky from the game room for us . . we all dig into the pizza, talking between bites, and having fun.
Ricky has a couple of tickets left . . . we let him go play two more games . . . then head back to your house. You only have to ask once if I want to come in for a glass of wine. Ricky argues a bit, but heads off to bed. I wait in the living room while you retrieve the wine, corkscrew, and a couple of glasses from the kitchen . . .
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The night, so full of teasing looks and touches, to be in public and touch you...Innocent touches, and yet so much more... I know you want me as much as I want you, you tell me so each time you touch me back. It feels so natural to snuggle up to your side in the restaurant, to kiss your neck, part my lips slightly touch my tongue to your skin to gather your flavor to savor...
We finally leave, I ask you in, knowing you will say yes and when Ricky goes to bed I head for the wine (I have been such a lush lately, not my norm naturally, but meeting you, each day has almost seemed a reason to celebrate) I find you on the loveseat, the lights dimmed slightly, waiting for me. My hands shake slightly as I prepare our glasses.
The first sip, our eyes meet in silent communication. I set my glass down. You follow suit. I know we have just met, but the pull is so strong, I cant help it. Maybe not all the way, not tonight, but I need something, and I am almost positive you agree. There again, if our mutual passion climbed to its inevitable conclusion tonight instead of later I can't say I would complain!
I lean in to you, pressing my body into yours in silent invitation, your name sighs from my lips as my eyes drift closed in time witht e brush of our lips. Tonight I find myself slightly aggressive, my lips part first (or was that the same time?) our tongues touch, lightly at first then slide together in a mating dance as old as time itself.
A soft sound escapes my throat as my hand slides up your chest and around your neck, unable to stop, needing to touch your skin in any way I can. My nipples harden against your chest, digging in as I press closer to you. I want to reach between us, to feel your cock throb under my fingers, but a tiny semi rational part of me holds me back. Holds me back enough that I finally break the kiss, my breath labored, eyes smokey pools of desire.
"Alan...?" I give you the lead once more, allowing you to decide what will happen, my control stretched to its limit. If you think we should wait, I will even if it hurts. But if you want more-what kind of fool would I be to refuse? All this, just in the way I say your name.
We finally leave, I ask you in, knowing you will say yes and when Ricky goes to bed I head for the wine (I have been such a lush lately, not my norm naturally, but meeting you, each day has almost seemed a reason to celebrate) I find you on the loveseat, the lights dimmed slightly, waiting for me. My hands shake slightly as I prepare our glasses.
The first sip, our eyes meet in silent communication. I set my glass down. You follow suit. I know we have just met, but the pull is so strong, I cant help it. Maybe not all the way, not tonight, but I need something, and I am almost positive you agree. There again, if our mutual passion climbed to its inevitable conclusion tonight instead of later I can't say I would complain!
I lean in to you, pressing my body into yours in silent invitation, your name sighs from my lips as my eyes drift closed in time witht e brush of our lips. Tonight I find myself slightly aggressive, my lips part first (or was that the same time?) our tongues touch, lightly at first then slide together in a mating dance as old as time itself.
A soft sound escapes my throat as my hand slides up your chest and around your neck, unable to stop, needing to touch your skin in any way I can. My nipples harden against your chest, digging in as I press closer to you. I want to reach between us, to feel your cock throb under my fingers, but a tiny semi rational part of me holds me back. Holds me back enough that I finally break the kiss, my breath labored, eyes smokey pools of desire.
"Alan...?" I give you the lead once more, allowing you to decide what will happen, my control stretched to its limit. If you think we should wait, I will even if it hurts. But if you want more-what kind of fool would I be to refuse? All this, just in the way I say your name.
"Alan...?" If you think we should wait, I will even if it hurts. But if you want more-what kind of fool would I be to refuse? All this, just in the way I say your name.
Feeling the tension . . . the excitement . . . the all-out desire building between us . . . god, why do I feel like we need to slow down . . . my body keeps telling my mind to let go . . . take her . . . she wants you as much as you want her . . .
I can feel your nipples pressing into my chest . . . through your bra and blouse, I can feel their firmness . . . your full breasts mashed against my chest . . . knowing that other signals are there if I push ahead and touch you . . .
The way you are leaning into me as we kiss, I know you can feel my erection pressing against you . . . my desire for you growing with each passing moment . . .
Before I say anything, I place my finger under your chin . . . lift your lips to mine for another kiss . . . this one more passionate and intense than the last . . . as we kiss my hand leaves your chin to caress your neck . . . running my fingers back and forth under the collar of you blouse, touching the bare skin of your neck . . . feeling your whole body shiver against me as I touch your skin . . .
God, I want you . . . I want to touch you . . . to lie naked in your bed with you . . . to make love to you . . .
As our kiss finally breaks, taking a deep breath . . . my finger lifting you chin to look into your eyes . . . "Kathy, I think you can tell how much I want you right now, and I can feel how much we are wanting each other . . . but, as hard as this is to say, I think we really need to wait. I'm sure Ricky is asleep . . . but I want our first time to be special . . . no interruptions . . . no fear that he will wake up . . . just the two of us. I know you said he will be staying with a friend next week. That gives us a couple of days to really make sure. I am enjoying getting to know both of you . . . so, maybe you and I need to wait till he is away for the night?" Not really waiting for an answer before I wrap my arms around you and pull you close for another kiss . . . feeling the warmth and softness of your body against me . . .
Feeling the tension . . . the excitement . . . the all-out desire building between us . . . god, why do I feel like we need to slow down . . . my body keeps telling my mind to let go . . . take her . . . she wants you as much as you want her . . .
I can feel your nipples pressing into my chest . . . through your bra and blouse, I can feel their firmness . . . your full breasts mashed against my chest . . . knowing that other signals are there if I push ahead and touch you . . .
The way you are leaning into me as we kiss, I know you can feel my erection pressing against you . . . my desire for you growing with each passing moment . . .
Before I say anything, I place my finger under your chin . . . lift your lips to mine for another kiss . . . this one more passionate and intense than the last . . . as we kiss my hand leaves your chin to caress your neck . . . running my fingers back and forth under the collar of you blouse, touching the bare skin of your neck . . . feeling your whole body shiver against me as I touch your skin . . .
God, I want you . . . I want to touch you . . . to lie naked in your bed with you . . . to make love to you . . .
As our kiss finally breaks, taking a deep breath . . . my finger lifting you chin to look into your eyes . . . "Kathy, I think you can tell how much I want you right now, and I can feel how much we are wanting each other . . . but, as hard as this is to say, I think we really need to wait. I'm sure Ricky is asleep . . . but I want our first time to be special . . . no interruptions . . . no fear that he will wake up . . . just the two of us. I know you said he will be staying with a friend next week. That gives us a couple of days to really make sure. I am enjoying getting to know both of you . . . so, maybe you and I need to wait till he is away for the night?" Not really waiting for an answer before I wrap my arms around you and pull you close for another kiss . . . feeling the warmth and softness of your body against me . . .
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The feel of your hands on my skin only makes me want you more. It is rapidly becoming almost sheer agony to end our kiss and the soft puff of air as I exhale is fraught with disappointment. I can feel your body thrumming with your own desire against my own; the pounding pulse. I smile just a little, but I know what you are going to say before you do it.
"Kathy, I think you can tell how much I want you right now, and I can feel how much we are wanting each other . . . but, as hard as this is to say, I think we really need to wait. I'm sure Ricky is asleep . . . but I want our first time to be special . . . no interruptions . . . no fear that he will wake up . . . just the two of us. I know you said he will be staying with a friend next week. That gives us a couple of days to really make sure. I am enjoying getting to know both of you . . . so, maybe you and I need to wait till he is away for the night?"
Your kiss that follows is filled with frustrated passion, it matches exactly what I am feeling. I get lost in that simple kiss, my lips playing with yours, pearly white teeth tugging lightly at your lower lip as it finally ends. I am breathing hard as I stare into your eyes, grabbing desperately for my equilibrium.
Finally, after a good 3 minutes, I can finally answer, and yet my voice is still husky with barely leashed passion, "I think I agree...as much as I hate to say it. All I really want to do right now, is rip all the clothes off you, or at least your pants and underwear and climb on top of you...and yet, in the cold grey light of dawn, I know I would be horrified, because thats not the way I really am. I want to spend hours, exploring each others bodies, learning what makes each person writhe with delight until we can't take any more, we need to come together, not one more second wait will do. That is what I want, and I will be very patient until we can have it." I lean forward, knowing my verbal picture has turned you on even further.
"Instead, I am going to conclude our evening, and go upstairs to have a Really Really cold shower!" I laughed softly and continued, "Want to join me?" I paused, "If we are going to wait, what should we occupy ourselves with? Somehow I think it might be better if we keep Ricky around-might be safer that way or I might just grab you in the parkinglot of someplace really public and then we would get in trouble for indecent exposure." I grinned a little at the thought.
"Kathy, I think you can tell how much I want you right now, and I can feel how much we are wanting each other . . . but, as hard as this is to say, I think we really need to wait. I'm sure Ricky is asleep . . . but I want our first time to be special . . . no interruptions . . . no fear that he will wake up . . . just the two of us. I know you said he will be staying with a friend next week. That gives us a couple of days to really make sure. I am enjoying getting to know both of you . . . so, maybe you and I need to wait till he is away for the night?"
Your kiss that follows is filled with frustrated passion, it matches exactly what I am feeling. I get lost in that simple kiss, my lips playing with yours, pearly white teeth tugging lightly at your lower lip as it finally ends. I am breathing hard as I stare into your eyes, grabbing desperately for my equilibrium.
Finally, after a good 3 minutes, I can finally answer, and yet my voice is still husky with barely leashed passion, "I think I agree...as much as I hate to say it. All I really want to do right now, is rip all the clothes off you, or at least your pants and underwear and climb on top of you...and yet, in the cold grey light of dawn, I know I would be horrified, because thats not the way I really am. I want to spend hours, exploring each others bodies, learning what makes each person writhe with delight until we can't take any more, we need to come together, not one more second wait will do. That is what I want, and I will be very patient until we can have it." I lean forward, knowing my verbal picture has turned you on even further.
"Instead, I am going to conclude our evening, and go upstairs to have a Really Really cold shower!" I laughed softly and continued, "Want to join me?" I paused, "If we are going to wait, what should we occupy ourselves with? Somehow I think it might be better if we keep Ricky around-might be safer that way or I might just grab you in the parkinglot of someplace really public and then we would get in trouble for indecent exposure." I grinned a little at the thought.
Laughing at your "Really, Really cold shower" comment, I stand up from the loveseat, with some difficulty, seeing your sly smile at my predicament. Seeing your nipples pressed against your blouse lets me know you are having the same feelings I am. Offering my hand to you, pulling you to stand next to me, I inhale your scent. Walking to the door, arms around each other, not at all wanting the evening to end . . . wrapping our arms around each other as we reach the door, our bodies pressing against each other.
I can feel hour hips wriggle against me . . . my fully erect cock pressing against your soft body. Your firm breasts and hard nipples pressing even harder against my chest, if that is possible . . . one more passionate kiss . . . each of us wanting to take this further, hoping that the other is the one to exercise some reason and slow us down.
Finally breaking the kiss, with longing looks into each others eyes . . . one more squeeze and pressing of our bodies together . . . opening the door . . . one more quick kiss . . . "Why don't you and Ricky come over tomorrow . . . he can play some games on the X-Box, we can watch a movie . . . I'll throw some burgers on the grill . . . I'll call you in the morning."
I am tempted to leave my vehicle in your driveway to give the neighbors something to talk about, but decide to go ahead and put it in my garage. Walking into the house, pouring a glass of wine and setting it on the table by my recliner in the den, I head for my bedroom and a quick shower. Undressing quickly, I notice the scent of your perfume on my shirt . . . mmmmmmmmm . . . grabbing my robe and heading for the shower.
Once under the beating shower, my thoughts start going back over the entire day and evening . . . wondering if you are in the shower now too . . . god, what that would be like together . . . watching the water cascade over you . . . over your breasts . . . down over your stomach . . . my fingers tracing the flow . . . realizing that my cock and balls are getting most of the attention of my fingers in the shower . . . thinking about your hands and fingers touching me there . . . and trying to visualize what my hand and fingers would be doing to you . . .
Finally shutting off the shower, drying off, grabbing the robe and heading into the den to sit for a few minutes with my wine . . . still thinking about today . . .
Hmmmm, you said Ricky was going to spend a night with a friend this week . . .
I can feel hour hips wriggle against me . . . my fully erect cock pressing against your soft body. Your firm breasts and hard nipples pressing even harder against my chest, if that is possible . . . one more passionate kiss . . . each of us wanting to take this further, hoping that the other is the one to exercise some reason and slow us down.
Finally breaking the kiss, with longing looks into each others eyes . . . one more squeeze and pressing of our bodies together . . . opening the door . . . one more quick kiss . . . "Why don't you and Ricky come over tomorrow . . . he can play some games on the X-Box, we can watch a movie . . . I'll throw some burgers on the grill . . . I'll call you in the morning."
I am tempted to leave my vehicle in your driveway to give the neighbors something to talk about, but decide to go ahead and put it in my garage. Walking into the house, pouring a glass of wine and setting it on the table by my recliner in the den, I head for my bedroom and a quick shower. Undressing quickly, I notice the scent of your perfume on my shirt . . . mmmmmmmmm . . . grabbing my robe and heading for the shower.
Once under the beating shower, my thoughts start going back over the entire day and evening . . . wondering if you are in the shower now too . . . god, what that would be like together . . . watching the water cascade over you . . . over your breasts . . . down over your stomach . . . my fingers tracing the flow . . . realizing that my cock and balls are getting most of the attention of my fingers in the shower . . . thinking about your hands and fingers touching me there . . . and trying to visualize what my hand and fingers would be doing to you . . .
Finally shutting off the shower, drying off, grabbing the robe and heading into the den to sit for a few minutes with my wine . . . still thinking about today . . .
Hmmmm, you said Ricky was going to spend a night with a friend this week . . .
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"Why don't you and Ricky come over tomorrow . . . he can play some games on the X-Box, we can watch a movie . . . I'll throw some burgers on the grill . . . I'll call you in the morning." Watching you leave is painful as my entire body throbs with need for you to stay.
While I am happy knowing you want to see me tomorrow, I still wonder how on earth I am going to be able to hold to the whole behavior concept. I want you so bad...I don't know how much more I can take. With a sigh, I grab my fluffy bathrobe and head to the shower.
Instead of Icy cold, I make it nice and hot and stand, leaning against the wall as the water poured over my body. I thought about you, the way you made me feel tonight and the hopes and expectations for the morning. I knew somehow, that you would be in the shower, and I found myself thinking about that, the way your body looked when wet and got hot all over again. I drifted off in my thoughts and came back with a start as I discovered my fingers reaching places I had forced myself to stay away from, wanting to be at thje peak of arousal when we finally came together, not with the edge knocked off. I dragged my hand away from my pussy with a soft moan of frustration.
I climbed into bed that night and fell asleep dreaming of your arms wrapped tight around me.
I was in the kitchen in the morning, staring out the window thinking about the afternoon ahead with you when Ricky came in. He reached into the fridge and grabbed a sunny d, closed the door and leaned against it. Almost beligerently, he spoke, making me turn and look at him in some surprise. "So are you seeing him? Like is he your boyfriend or something now?"
I knew he was talking about Alan and I paused trying to gather my thoughts before I answered, 'would it bug you if I said yes?" Not the best way to approach it, but I wanted to know what he thought of the concept. For an answer, he shrugged noncommitally. So I continued, "No we aren't, but I would like to be..." I paused, unsure how to continue, but was surprised when Ricky suddenly responded.
"Cool! Hes ot the neatest stuff! And hes really nice, I mean none of the other bozo's you've dated lately have even really talked to me! Thats why I haven't been as nice as I could be to them " He had the grace to look ashamed at this revalation while I struggled to try and come to grips with it. I thought he was protective of me, not looking for attention from them too! He continued, "Do you want to sleep with him? If you do, I could go to Jimmy's early, maybe tomorrow instead of monday if you want!"
Now I was spluttering. "Ricky, I just met the guy...give me a break huh? Your Mom's not that hard up! And besides, I think I can find private time if I want it, it's not as though you have to run away!" I was blushing now and Ricky laughed as he left the kitchen. Just wait until I told Alan about that conversation...I hoped he found it as funny as I did!
Speaking of Alan, wasn't he going to phone today?
While I am happy knowing you want to see me tomorrow, I still wonder how on earth I am going to be able to hold to the whole behavior concept. I want you so bad...I don't know how much more I can take. With a sigh, I grab my fluffy bathrobe and head to the shower.
Instead of Icy cold, I make it nice and hot and stand, leaning against the wall as the water poured over my body. I thought about you, the way you made me feel tonight and the hopes and expectations for the morning. I knew somehow, that you would be in the shower, and I found myself thinking about that, the way your body looked when wet and got hot all over again. I drifted off in my thoughts and came back with a start as I discovered my fingers reaching places I had forced myself to stay away from, wanting to be at thje peak of arousal when we finally came together, not with the edge knocked off. I dragged my hand away from my pussy with a soft moan of frustration.
I climbed into bed that night and fell asleep dreaming of your arms wrapped tight around me.
I was in the kitchen in the morning, staring out the window thinking about the afternoon ahead with you when Ricky came in. He reached into the fridge and grabbed a sunny d, closed the door and leaned against it. Almost beligerently, he spoke, making me turn and look at him in some surprise. "So are you seeing him? Like is he your boyfriend or something now?"
I knew he was talking about Alan and I paused trying to gather my thoughts before I answered, 'would it bug you if I said yes?" Not the best way to approach it, but I wanted to know what he thought of the concept. For an answer, he shrugged noncommitally. So I continued, "No we aren't, but I would like to be..." I paused, unsure how to continue, but was surprised when Ricky suddenly responded.
"Cool! Hes ot the neatest stuff! And hes really nice, I mean none of the other bozo's you've dated lately have even really talked to me! Thats why I haven't been as nice as I could be to them " He had the grace to look ashamed at this revalation while I struggled to try and come to grips with it. I thought he was protective of me, not looking for attention from them too! He continued, "Do you want to sleep with him? If you do, I could go to Jimmy's early, maybe tomorrow instead of monday if you want!"
Now I was spluttering. "Ricky, I just met the guy...give me a break huh? Your Mom's not that hard up! And besides, I think I can find private time if I want it, it's not as though you have to run away!" I was blushing now and Ricky laughed as he left the kitchen. Just wait until I told Alan about that conversation...I hoped he found it as funny as I did!
Speaking of Alan, wasn't he going to phone today?
