New to the Neighborhood (Closed)

[DeepBlue89]

I had to admit - I was pretty darn nervous when we first decided to move.

I, Ashley Smith, was a city girl, no doubt about it. My parents never owned one of those houses that encompass a peaceful, green suburban paradise. When my parents talked about 'moving', it meant that we were going to move maybe a block or two, into a different apartment where we would continue the usual routine of ignoring completely the existence of our neighbors.

But here I was twenty-two years old, fresh out of college and happily married to Thomas Neil, my boyfriend throughout my student life. We met through one of those freshmen parties and it was an odd scene to be sure. Namely, Thomas is as far as you can get from a wild, party goer (if my memory is correct, I found him reading a book at the party) and stood out like a sore thumb, which coincidentally is what attracted me to him. I wasn't much of a wild flower myself. He was sweet and is probably the nicest guy that I have come across to this very day. Still, sometimes my mind does drift back and wonder what my life could have been if he was a bit more...outgoing than he is. Not that it matters, anyway.

A few of my friends would butt in our lives, oddly enough. The girls (as I don't believe in having guy friends) would always have this craving to ask some very personal questions, mostly sexual in any nature. There was always a "how's your sex life Ashley?" or "how's Thomas in bed?", to which I would never answer. It was private, and while they felt comfortable talking about what they did in the privacy of their own bedroom, I never did. Thomas was my first and only sexual partner, but of course I wouldn't let them know that. I suppose that it was their way of striking back at me, as they knew the subject bothered me; it was no secret that they were jealous of me in college, given that the men on campus would always flock to me. I blamed my body, for the most part. I was 'endowed' (though I don't consider myself so) with large breasts, a fit body (due to my passion in yoga) and perfect brown curls, as they would say.

Anyway, back to the moving - any anxiety that I felt was quickly pushed aside when he began backing our boxes inside. It gave me the liberty to view our neighborhood a bit more and I had to say, the surrounding area was...peaceful. At least compared to my life in the metropolitan concrete jungle called New York city. Our neighbors were nice. One was so nice, that I felt the need to invite him over for dinner.

Yes, it was a *him* and yes, I still don't believe in having guy friends. But, seeing as he actually helped us pack, I didn't know what else to do. Thomas wasn't too happy of the idea, as he always was the jealous type. Once again, I felt that I needed to do what I did, as otherwise it would feel that I took advantage of someone.

...

"How do I look honey?" I asked Thomas, as I stepped out of our bedroom.

I decided to dress nice, given that this was going to be a proper first impression. I didn't do so very often; I mean, dress up. Thomas' eyes did linger, seeing me in a short red dress, one that my friend gave me on my last birthday (I hadn't put it on once). I did feel a bit uncomfortable wearing it, namely because it went a bit above my knees, leaving my long legs bare for the most part, up until the three inch heels that I had on. What maybe made me the most uncomfortable, was the fact that an ample amount of cleavage was given out, with my heart-shaped necklace diving between the valley of my breasts.

"Do you have to wear that?" Thomas said with a grimace.

"Oh honey. Look, we should look nice - it's the first time that we're having someone in our own home." I said, hoping that Thomas would change into something a bit more stunning than the typical corporate office work clothes that he had on.

But that would have to wait...

*DING DONG*​

 

[Bevatoria]

There were times it paid to be a good samaritan, although anyone who knew me, Tony Merek, wouldn't call me that. It wasn't as if I went out of my way to give folks a helping hand, but I liked to consider myself a decent guy who had pictures of naked women in his garage. I help old ladies across the street, give people a hand with their groceries, buy lemonade from kids who are selling it...okay, not the last one. I hate lemonade. Unless it's spiked. Which I'm relatively sure that most kids don't sell.

I didn't think that one of those times was going to be when I helped my neighbors move in. I was more doing it so I could get on to sleeping; the racket they and their van was making kept me from getting from Z's. But that's when I met Ashley and Thomas. Thomas didn't seem to like me; I didn't know if it was just a guy thing, if I emasculated him by helping muscle a few things in without breaking a sweat (figuratively, of course), or just him trying to mark his territory on his hot-as-a-jalapeno wife. She was nice, sweet, and flirty without really trying. Or maybe I was misinterpreting it. I seemed to do that with women, even after getting to the ripe old age of twenty-nine.

A few of my friends had asked me to join them on a 'guys' night out', and I'd been tempted to say yes. But I couldn't say no when she invited me over for dinner, and my friends suspected, semi-correctly, that me saying no to them had to do with a hot chick. Spending some time with Ashley was something I wouldn't say no to even if her husband had to be around. I was determined, one way or another, to get some alone time with her...and not just to find out what her favorite TV show was, if you know what I mean. Married or not, she was a hot little number and I wanted to have her.

Thomas had asked me to bring someone so we wouldn't be in the awkward spot of having an odd number of people trying to make conversation. They say three's company, and I had promised to bring someone. As I walked up to the door, clad in a dark collared shirt and khakis, my only company was a bottle of red wine, and I hit the doorbell.

A moment passed before one of them opened it, and I took in the sight of Ashley, dressed in something that was probably more suitable for a special night out with her husband - a little red dress that showed her little body off perfectly. With what passed for a sincere smile on my face, I spoke before my eyes started to run up and down her figure, focusing on the necklace dipping right into her-

"Hi, Ashley." I leaned in to give her a hug, holding the wine bottle at my side. "I'm sorry to say Julie couldn't make it - she had a work emergency that she has to take care of, so she won't be joining us tonight. I hope you're okay with just little old me..." 'Little old me' was a weird choice of words given how I was over a head taller then her even with the heels she had on, and I gave her a quick look over as she responded.

Yeah, I was happy with her choice of dress. And probably what she had on under it, too...

"So where's Thomas?" I knew there was no way my luck was good enough that he wouldn't be here, but it seemed the polite thing to ask. That, and I needed to avoid questions about Julie. I didn't tell a lie as far as I knew, since there was probably a Julie somewhere who had a work emergency that prevented them from making it here. Since I hadn't actually asked anyone to join me for dinner tonight, I didn't want to make keeping this lie up harder then I had to. If the evening progressed as planned, I'd have plenty of other lies to try to pretend about and the fewer I had to focus on, the better.

 

[DeepBlue89]

Well, as it turned out, I was the one that had to open the door. At the very last second, Thomas went upstairs to change his tie - oddly enough. I slowly made my way to the door, these high heels not exactly being the most comfortable of all items in my wardrobe. Surely enough, it was Tony; the man that had helped us move earlier on. I smiled, as I always do to our guests and could see that he didn't come empty-handed, as my husband was just so sure that he was going to do.

He was dressed nice, that's for sure. Sure, he didn't decide to wear anything overly flashy, having shown up his dark collared shirt and khakis - but it seemed less like that he just came from a meeting at the office (as Thomas did) and more like he was meeting with friends. He looked good in it, I knew that much. Having seen him from this close, I couldn't help but wonder whether he went to the gym a lot or... Wait, never mind. Best not to dwell in those thoughts.

"Hi, Ashley." he said, breaking the silence as he leaned in to give me a hug. He seemed affectionate, so I couldn't exactly decline him on that. I moved in too as we embraced.

"Hi Tony. I'm glad that you could make it." I replied.

"I'm sorry to say Julie couldn't make it - she had a work emergency that she has to take care of, so she won't be joining us tonight. I hope you're okay with just little old me..."

I chuckled a bit at his odd choice of words. "It's okay, wish her the best from my part."

"So where's Thomas?"

"Oh, he's upstairs. He'll be here in just a moment."

Right on cue, Thomas did actually come downstairs. It was easy to see his tone, while it did resemble friendly, wasn't as warm as my own. I wondered just what was wrong with him, as usually he greets people in more enthusiastically and rarely with a firm handshake as he just did.

He was the first to head to the kitchen, where we'd be dining. In my mind, I got a little angry with him as the purpose of this was to seem as nice as we possibly could, but I let it go. "Right this way Tony." I said, leading him to the dining room where we had set the table.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Oh, he's upstairs. He'll be here in just a moment." I nodded at that, and true to form, he arrived a moment later, as I walked a few more paces in. We were both wearing fake smiles; I knew that he didn't want me here, and he knew that I knew that. As I shook his hand, the question that started to rumble through my mind was if he knew what my plans for his wife was the second he let his guard down...

"Where's Julie?" He asked.

"Oh, she couldn't make it. Work stuff." I shrugged, and his fake smile grew wider as he walked away from me without another word.

"Right this way Tony." started Ashley, and she led me into the dining room while Thomas went on ahead. The table was perfectly set, and I could smell the hint of something from the kitchen - although my focus was on the wine I'd brought, as I popped the top off.

"Do...did we have a seating arrangement?" I asked, fully aware of the place settings for four people. I moved to what was to be her wineglass, and poured a bit of wine into it, offering the glass to her. "Ladies first." I smiled, also filling up Thomas's glass before doing so with my own.

"It was very kind of you to invite me over...thanks again, if I don' t say it later on the the evening."

 

[DeepBlue89]

As we entered the kitchen, the faint aroma of the roast that I had made earlier could be taken in. That was the meal, along with some salad and potatoes, as I didn't know what Tony liked, so there wasn't too much to work with. Oddly enough, the roast was Thomas' idea at first, though quickly suggested that we'd make something lighter so that the get-together wouldn't be too long.

"Not at all. Sit wherever you'd like." I said, taking my seat with was next to Thomas. Tony then would have the choice to either sit next to my husband, or myself. Before I even knew it, I began to see my glass being filled as Tony looked at me, with a smile.

"Ladies first."

"She doesn't drink." Thomas said simply and I shook my head.

"Don't listen to him, he's not himself today. I'd love some." I then replied, sipping the wine.

"It was very kind of you to invite me over...thanks again, if I don' t say it later on the the evening." Tony said, as he took his seat.

"No need to thank you, we're glad to have you over." I said. "Are you a fan of roast? We didn't know what you liked, or if you were even hungry."

 

[Bevatoria]

"No need to thank you, we're glad to have you over."

I smiled at Ashley's statement, even if it was clearly only half true. I took my seat next to her, obviously; had the mystical partner of mine been here I would've probably still sat here anyways, to leave her across from Ashley so she could talk to her easier. As it was, I wanted Tony to see I was ogling his wife, and more interested in her then him. "Well, I'm glad to be here with you." I focused on her intently as I said it, hinting indirectly that I really didn't care for Thomas' presence. Subtly enough not to be caught, of course.

"Are you a fan of roast? We didn't know what you liked, or if you were even hungry." It was polite of her to ask, and I nodded intently.

"Bachelors don't tend to eat this well...and I am hungry." I looked at both of them. "I'm sure what you made will be wonderful...." Hell, even if I had other motivations in mind for coming here, I did enjoy good food and good company. Even if Thomas might've only qualified for the first part of that particular equation.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Well, I'm glad to be here with you."

I took that to mean that he meant Thomas and I and I also figured that Thomas would realize this as well. I briefly looked at him and although he kept a cool exterior, I could tell that he was uncomfortable judging from his eyes. Why though? He never was the jealous type.

"Thank you Tony. I'm glad to hear that." I replied with a smile.

"Bachelors don't tend to eat this well...and I am hungry. I'm sure what you made will be wonderful...."

"That's great. It'd be such a waste if I cooked for nothing." I said with a chuckle, as I got up to the stove and prepared everyone's meal. It didn't take long at all, before everyone was digging in. Even Thomas seemed to be enjoying himself as we all ate and talked, though maybe that was a hopeful illusion from my part.

 

[Bevatoria]

"That's great. It'd be such a waste if I cooked for nothing." She got up, and thankfully everything seemed to be ready in a few moments - my conversation with Thomas was uninteresting at best.

"Do you like sports?" I asked. "I saw the football game yesterday and-"

"I hate football." he responded. That figured. I tried a couple more avenues of conversation with him, and was rescued when Ashley came back with our plates; she seemed to drive the conversation, making three person dynamic almost tolerable as we munched on our food. Plus, I loved the way she moved when she talked; giving chances to glimpse down her dress, or at her legs whenever she got up. I kept the wine glasses full, playing the part of the 'kind' guest. That, and Thomas seemed to drink more then his share, although for all I knew he always had that much.

"That was wonderful." I looked at both of them. "I especially enjoyed the potatoes...but I'm a pretty simple guy." I sat back just a little, as it had been a filling meal...

"Well, I don't know what you have planned for the evening, but-" I stopped as I heard their phone ring, and Thomas got up to get it. Politely, I waited for him to come back, smirking a little at Ashley. "I'll bet it's a telemarketer. They always call during supper..."

 

[DeepBlue89]

As I got back, I smiled at the sight of them talking. Sure, they weren't exactly going at it like buddies, but it was still good to see Thomas putting in an effort. Tony was quite a talker and thankfully so as Thomas was being quite quiet. My only complaint of the evening at this point, would be that I chose this dress. I never showed any cleavage ever, so this was a first. I was careful with my movements but unfortunately, sometimes I would forget and would move my body in such a fashion that the valley between my breasts were more apparent, so when I would get up I could feel the dress move upwards.

"That was wonderful. I especially enjoyed the potatoes...but I'm a pretty simple guy." Tony said as we all finished up.

"Thank you - you have no idea how nervous I was over whether you'd like what I cooked or not." I said with a short laugh.

"Well, I don't know what you have planned for the evening, but-"

*RING RING*​

Our phone rang as Thomas excused himself to get it. I rolled my eyes; another business call, I presumed.

"I'll bet it's a telemarketer. They always call during supper..."

I smirked back at Tony, replying; "No, it's probably his boss. Tony gets quite a few of those phone calls where he's expected to show up at a meeting in a day or two. Anyway, I don't want to bore you with the details. You were saying?"

 

[Bevatoria]

"No, it's probably his boss. Thomas gets quite a few of those phone calls where he's expected to show up at a meeting in a day or two. Anyway, I don't want to bore you with the details. You were saying?"

Well, that could potentially take care of that problem. "Really? What does he do?" Throughout the entire meal we hadn't talked that much about his job, only about my work, what Ashley did, housing prices in the area, small talk like that. "Well, I know you invited me over here, and this is a lovely house....where I'd be willing to spend the whole evening with you if you wanted." My eyes met hers a bit as I said it. "But I have some leftover pie at my place, and since we don't have desert here, I thought it'd be only fair if I offered to provide that myself." I smirked. "Normally, it'd be pretty gauche to bring leftovers to a dinner, but this was really good pie..."

"Of course, we can ask Thomas once he's done with his phone call."

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Really? What does he do?"

It is true - Thomas didn't speak much of his line of work to Tony. That, oddly enough, wasn't out of the ordinary. He worked in a law firm and unlike most of his peers, he didn't really feel the 'prestige' of it all, despite his law firm being one of the largest in the area.

"He's a partner at a law firm." I said simply "It entails quite a few work hours, so I'm not exactly thrilled that he got that promotion a while back."

"Well, I know you invited me over here, and this is a lovely house....where I'd be willing to spend the whole evening with you if you wanted. But I have some leftover pie at my place, and since we don't have desert here, I thought it'd be only fair if I offered to provide that myself. Normally, it'd be pretty gauche to bring leftovers to a dinner, but this was really good pie..."

That was awfully kind of him, and would grant us the opportunity to visit his home...but I knew that Thomas wouldn't like it. He has been in a fowl mood all evening and if I knew him well (which I did), he would surely make up an excuse to not show up. I couldn't go by myself and leave him here; as I knew that it would seem very odd for him.

"Of course, we can ask Thomas once he's done with his phone call."

"Yeah, sure." I replied with a smile, knowing all too well what was going to happen.

Thomas did show up, but instead of sitting back down, he came over to me and said "Sorry, they really need me at the office. Frank really screwed up with our latest account. Don't wait up for me honey." before giving me a quick peck on the cheek as he head out the door.

I chuckled when the room was filled with silence, before adding "Okay, so now you know what I mean. I'm so sorry, he's not normally like that when we have guests."

 

[Bevatoria]

Thomas departed quickly with as few words as possible, giving Ashley a peck on the cheek. She seemed to be used to it, though. "Okay, so now you know what I mean. I'm so sorry, he's not normally like that when we have guests."

I shrugged. "It's all right. With as high stress a job as he has, he probably had a lot on his mind." Or he's a total prick. But I couldn't just come out and say that to his wife...at least, not yet. Turning to her, I let my expression fall a bit. "I guess you probably wouldn't be comfortable coming over to a single guy's place without your husband...dressed as nice as you are." A joking smile lit my face. "It might give some people the wrong idea, after all, and you'd want to listen to what he'd want you to do."

I shook my head. "It was fairly clear Thomas didn't like me - it's okay." I sighed. "He's probably threatened by me, when Julie didn't show up..."

 

[DeepBlue89]

"It's all right. With as high stress a job as he has, he probably had a lot on his mind."

"Yeah..." I replied, thinking about how he'd always been worked up when there was a lot on his mind. Still...

"I guess you probably wouldn't be comfortable coming over to a single guy's place without your husband...dressed as nice as you are. It might give some people the wrong idea, after all, and you'd want to listen to what he'd want you to do."

"No, no...it's okay. I'd love to come on over."

He shook his head, probably feeling guilty over Thomas' reaction.

"It was fairly clear Thomas didn't like me - it's okay. He's probably threatened by me, when Julie didn't show up..."

I could have left it at this...but I didn't.

"Truly, it's okay." I said, smiling as my hand touched his for a brief second. "I'm sure Thomas wouldn't mind."

 

[Bevatoria]

I tried to control my reaction when her hand touched mine. Her skin was soft, like her body seemed to be under that dress...and whatever else she was wearing. "I'm sure Thomas wouldn't mind."

With a smile, I looked back. "Great!" I stood up. "'m glad we're neighbors, Ashley..." I laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, before yanking it back, as if I was ashamed on infringing on another man's territory. Her skin was warm, but I abashedly looked away. "Sorry..." I let my expression linger before going back to the easy smile I'd had before.

"I can help you clean up here before we go over, if you want..." Sure, it was true that I *could*, but I didn't want to. All I wanted to do was to get her over to my house...and then invite a few friends over to see how far this housewife would go to keep me happy once we were in my territory.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." I said with a smile as he moved his hand away.

"I can help you clean up here before we go over, if you want..."

"Oh no, it's okay. I'll be at your house in fifteen minutes or so; it really isn't that big of a mess." I said as I stood up, piling all the plates on the table. "Are you sure that Julie wouldn't mind though? I wouldn't want to be a bother."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Oh no, it's okay. I'll be at your house in fifteen minutes or so; it really isn't that big of a mess." She stood, piling the plates up on the table. "Are you sure that Julie wouldn't mind though? I wouldn't want to be a bother."

It took a lot of effort for the smile not to break my face. "I'm sure Julie will have no problem with it." I slowly stood with her. "Are you sure I can't help you out? 15 minutes could become 10 and then we'd be able to get to the pie sooner...and enjoy each other's company."

Her insistence seemed genuine (which was good, since my offer wasn't), so I went for the wine on the table. "Mostly done, but I suppose we can finish off the bottle at my place." I waved at her. "See you in a bit, Ashley." I smirked only as I turned away from her, showing no signs of excitement as I left the hostess who had been so gracious to me.

Upon getting outside, I pulled my phone out, texting my friends. Get over here as soon as you can; I've got a hottie coming over that you should meet. I strode inside my house, sending the text as I walked in. I placed the wine on the coffee table, and made my way towards my fridge. My offer of the pie was genuine, and it was damn good pie.

I wasn't sure who'd get here first, although I figured it'd be her....I put the pie in the oven to reheat, and made my way back to the foyer to await her arrival.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"I'm sure Julie will have no problem with it."
"Great! I can't wait then." I replied with a smile, moving the plates to the sink.
"Are you sure I can't help you out? 15 minutes could become 10 and then we'd be able to get to the pie sooner...and enjoy each other's company."
"No, no, I insist. There isn't much of a mess anyway."

Soon enough, he left with the wine bottle. I waved at him back as he went his way and for a moment I felt incredibly guilty. I knew that Thomas probably wouldn't be all right with this, and it felt almost as if I was keeping secrets from him in doing so. But it was all innocent, so I figured that no harm was done.

I finished up pretty quickly - it took me, overall, about seven minutes to clean up. I double checked myself on the mirror and soon enough, I arrived at Tony's place. Oddly enough, he was outside by the time that I reached his place.

"We met earlier?" I said as a joke as I waved to him.

 

[Bevatoria]

It was no sooner then I'd stepped outside then I saw her making her way over to me. "We met earlier?" she said loosely, and I motioned her inside.

"Welcome to my home." The sound of her heels against the hardwood clacked as she walked in. "Not as well kept and as put together as yours..." I looked at the living room coffee table where I'd put the wine bottle. "...or as prepared." I smiled, looking around for wine glasses. "But I figure I do okay." I gestured over to the couch. "You can have a seat, if you want, while I get some glasses and our dessert. Do you still want more wine or...?"

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Welcome to my home."

"Thank you, it's nice!" I said genuinely as I walked inside.
"Not as well kept and as put together as yours..."
"I wouldn't say that..."
"...or as prepared." he said with a smile as I smiled back, heading to the living room as he motioned to me the sofa.

"You can have a seat, if you want, while I get some glasses and our dessert. Do you still want more wine or...?"

"Wine would be lovely." I replied as I sat down, my dress hiking up just a bit. "Say, if you don't mind me asking, what do you do?"

 

[Bevatoria]

As she sat on the couch, I enjoyed the view of more of her thighs as she continued. "Say, if you don't mind me asking, what do you do?"

I plopped myself on the couch next to her, trying to enjoy the view. "I'm a business consultant." I popped open the wine again, pouring myself a new glass (not too full) before pondering a thought. "I basically run my own consulting company; people pay me to come in and take a look at their operations. It offers a lot of control of the hours I work." I sighed audibly. "Although not a lot of choice of who I work with; I don't get a lot of work some of the time so I pretty much have to do whatever anyone asks me to do." I chuckled. "Almost like being married, right?"

At her response, I chuckled, holding my hands up. "I kid, I kid." I looked back at the kitchen. "I'd better check on the pie...." Looking back at her, I smiled. "Although not before refilling your wine." Popping the top again, I took a step over to pour it into her glass. Now, I'll be the first person to say that I was being a bit of a slimeball having my friends over to ogle a young housewife, but I swear I didn't plan the part where I tripped over my own feet. I yanked my hand back, determined not to spill my red wine all over my nice couch.

Somehow, I did that, since I accidentally aimed it for the only target that wasn't the couch. Meaning I managed to pour most of the remaining bottle of wine all over Ashley's dress, her chest, and her legs before I tipped it back up. It looked like something you'd see in a bad porno and I stood up in shock.

"I'm so sorry...let me get something to wipe you off with!" The paper towels were nearby, and I went to grab a bunch of them, inspiration striking. "Take your dress off and maybe we can get the stain out if we throw it in the wash right away!"

What? People tended to do silly things in the heat of the moment...

 

[DeepBlue89]

He eventually sat down next to me, finally letting me know what he does;

"I'm a business consultant. I basically run my own consulting company; people pay me to come in and take a look at their operations. It offers a lot of control of the hours I work. Although not a lot of choice of who I work with; I don't get a lot of work some of the time so I pretty much have to do whatever anyone asks me to do. Almost like being married, right?"

"I wouldn't say that..." I replied with a chuckle.

Holding his hands up, he went on to say "I kid, I kid."

"Seriously though, it's nice to know what you do. I'm actually a bit happy that you didn't say that you were a lawyer; mainly because my husband's hours made me hate that profession." I continued with another laugh.

"I'd better check on the pie....Although not before refilling your wine."

"Thank you, though I'm not sure I should drink this much. I'm not much of a drinker, you see." I said with a smirk before I sipped the drink again.

The evening was starting off pretty nicely, that is until I gasped - feeling wine splash all over my dress and chest, before a little went to my legs. I quickly got up and looked at the mess.

"I'm so sorry...let me get something to wipe you off with! Take your dress off and maybe we can get the stain out if we throw it in the wash right away!"

I'm not sure why exactly...maybe I didn't want to want to run off to a bedroom to change, or risk having the wine drip to the floor. Maybe I just have trouble not doing what people say. All I know is that at that moment, I began to take off my dress

If Thomas was here, I'm fairly certain that he'd get pretty pissed off seeing me like this; namely, with my dress discarded to the floor and me standing in a black bra, barely able to keep my breasts in place with my necklace in between the hefty, spilling orbs. Or the fact that my fit stomach was shown, with my slender waist leading to the silk black panties that I had on. Or my legs completely bare, save for the heels.

"I can do that myself. It's okay!" I said shyly, reaching for the paper towels.

 

[Bevatoria]

I didn't know what was crazier; that I'd asked her to take something off in the middle of my house, or that she actually did. Quick, nimble hands slipped the dress off of her shoulders and down her legs; despite my control, my eyes went over her body, in her bra, thong, and heels, leering over every inch of exposed skin...so much so that I barely heard her say what she did next.

"I can do that myself. It's okay!"

After a moment, I realized she was talking about wiping herself off. And we couldn't have that with this golden opportunity in front of me. I handed her some sheets as I knelt down beneath her. "I'll wipe off your legs, you do your tits!" My true nature was starting to show, as I quickly blotted the wine off of her legs, even as my focus was on what her hands were doing to her chest. Eventually, she was done, and I finished her thighs, running my bare hands over them.

"Feels like we got all of it." I didn't smile, running my hands over her bare arms and shoulders as well. "Don't go anywhere; I'll go toss your dress into the wash." Quickly grabbing it, I strode out of the foyer, actually doing what I said I would, for the first and only time tonight. I didn't want it to stain, and this would mean she wouldn't have access to it for a couple of hours.

Moving back to her, I nodded. "Disaster averted, I think...." I plopped right back down next to her, lazily wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You look better dressed like this." I didn't peek at my phone; my friends should have been close to arriving...

 

[DeepBlue89]

I guess he didn't hear me. Or at least, it's what I believe as he handed me only a few paper-towels as he knelt

"I'll wipe off your legs, you do your tits!"

Tits? I couldn't believed that he used that term to me, but nevertheless, I went to clean my chest...Though it was a bit difficult, as I was feeling a bit uncomfortable with his hand wiping my legs, moving that paper towel up and down my legs, getting closer to my thong (that I had worn for my husband. I thought about surprising him). Crises averted; soon enough, I cleaned my chest and he seemed to be done.

"Feels like we got all of it."
"Y-Yeah..." I said timidly, dressed as I was. Not to mention, he was a bit touchy, so to speak. Up until now, only my husband had been able to run his hand over my bare skin like that. I'm sure that it wasn't done on purpose, anyway. He seemed like a nice guy.

Lost amid my thoughts, I didn't even realize that he went away with my dress until he came back.

"Disaster averted, I think...."
"Pretty much, thanks for the help..." I replied, slapping myself (okay, that bit was all in my head) for 'thanking' him touch me like that. I felt just a tad more uncomfortable with his arm holding me like that. Almost as if I was his.

"You look better dressed like this."
'You think so...?" I asked before we heard the doorbell ring.

"You were expecting company?" I asked, panicking over one of our neighbors seeing me like this.

 

[Bevatoria]

She seemed a little surprised. 'You think so...?" she asked, my answer interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.

"I'm sure. And my friends will like it too." I leered at her, seeing her paniced reaction.

"You were expecting company?" My eyes grew hard for a moment as I looked at her.

"What? We're all adults here, and we've seen plenty of women in bikinis strutting their stuff...or in less then that." I snaked my arm lower down her back. "My friends will have no trouble looking at you in your underwear and heels." I shouted at the door. "Come on in, guys, door's unlocked." Four of my closest friends strutted in - two of them were gym buddies, one was my best friend, and another a guy I went to whenever I needed...never mind that.

"Hey Tony." I nodded at his greeting from the couch, as Raoul sniffed the air. "Something smells good!"

"It's probably her perfume." I nodded at Ashley, as he shook his head.

"No, it smells like...apples..."

"Oh right!" I sprung up, slapping Ashley's thong-clad ass. "Save my seat, babe, and talk up my friends while I dish up the pie." I'm sure she'd have no trouble under the gazes of all my friends with her in so little...

 

[DeepBlue89]

"What? We're all adults here, and we've seen plenty of women in bikinis strutting their stuff...or in less then that."

It felt odd, him saying that as his hand touched (and lingered) on my soft skin.

"My friends will have no trouble looking at you in your underwear and heels. Come on in, guys, door's unlocked."

That's when about four guys just waltzed in. They didn't even seem to notice me, at first. They all seemed to gaze around the place; that is, before one of them sniffed the air -

"Hey Tony. Something smells good!"

"It's probably her perfume."
"No, it smells like...apples..."

Couldn't have been me; I was wearing strawberry perfume.

"Oh right!"

*SPANK*​

I yelped, though due to the whole mess right now, I didn't protest much. I stood there, silently as my hand down to my back and rubbed where he had just slapped me. I prayed that his friends would stop laughing... and that his friends would stop ogling me right now.

"Save my seat, babe, and talk up my friends while I dish up the pie."

"Sure thing..." I said, trying to sound as nonchalantly as possible. How could I get home like this? It was in my best interest to humor him, I guess, until I could get my dress back.

We simply just eyed each other for a bit, without saying so much as a word. This was so until one of them tried to take the seat next to me (which was Tony's).

"Sorry, that's Tony's seat..." I said shyly.
"Forgot. Sorry, sexy."

He waited a moment before continuing:
"Say, are you Tony's girl?"

I was right about to respond, before I was cut off by Tony himself.