Young Wife Resists

[Gareman]

OOC: I'm looking for a woman to play the part of a young, wife/mother who is being pursued by a leacherous neighbor.
I'll play Frank, the older man who begins to show an interest in his young neighbor (Sara Kline). She is a faithful wife and mother, who would never think of cheating on her husband. But Frank is persistant....

IC: (Frank) 47 years old...divorced...laid off from the local plant 4 months ago...bored and very horny...

Oh yeah, there he goes again... I watch as Sara's husband, Phil, puts the luggage into his trunk and drives away. He travels alot, on business, he's some kind of computer whiz. All I know is, if I had a cute little wife like Sara, I wouldn't be leaving her alone this much.

I walk to my side window to get a look into the Kline's kitchen window. Sara sits at the table in her nightie, not suspecting that I'm watching. I love watching her. That cute little body really gets the old blood flowing... God what I wouldn't give to get my hands on her...

 

[eepy]

OOC: I'd love to be Sara, if it's all right with you, Gareman.

 

[Gareman]

OOC: Sounds great !

 

[eepy]

Sara

IC:

I sat at out kitchen table, my head down and my shoulders slumped. Having just received the coldest good-bye imaginable from my husband of 6 years, Phil, my suspicions that his absences were more than just business trips was stronger than ever. I let my head fall into my hands, my long, brown hair cascading over my bare arms and shoulders. We'd been growing apart for awhile. I'd married at only 18 and had only know him for a few months. He'd been my first love, my first kiss, my first... everything. But I hadn't thought it through thoroughly. Neither of us had. It was probably the biggest mistake of my life... But if Phil left me, how could I ever explain it to our 5-year-old daughter, Bethany?

I rose suddenly, straightening my short, light blue nightgown that fit perfectly on my 5'5" tanned and fit body. The school bus would be arriving soon to take Bethany to kindergarten, and she was still in bed. Hurrying upstairs, I paused in the doorway before entering her room. The precious darling, she had no idea what was going on in the adult world around her, and I was determined to keep it that way. Putting on a bright, though fake, smile, I quickly woke the sleepy angel and got her ready to go in record time. Slipping into a long coat, I walked her out to meet the bus. "Bye sweetie!" I said, kissing her dimpled cheek. "Have a wonderful day!" My voice sounded squeaky and falsely cheery to me, but Bethany didn't seem to notice as she bounced up the bus steps and gave me a big wave and smile from her window.

I stayed at the corner, wearing a big fake smile, until the bus had gone out of sight, and then I returned to the big, empty house. Stripping the coat off of me, I laid down on the living room couch and closed my eyes. In my mind I could see Phil and I as we once were, young lovers who couldn't get enough of each other. A beautiful child had been born of that love, and for that I was grateful. With the distance growing between Phil and me, she was the only thing I felt I could hold on to now. I loved Bethany with all my heart.

But in some ways, the love I had for her just wasn't the same. For instance, Phil and I hadn't had sex for God knows how long. At first, his excuses seemed legitimate, like he was tired or didn't want Bethany to hear us, etc. I started to worry, though, and suggested, as tactfully as possible, that maybe he should go to the doctor. He had become furious with me and had left, not returning until the next day, smelling of smoke and perfume... That was the first time I had known for sure that something was seriously wrong, and since then his "business trips" to far-off cities had become longer and much more frequent. I didn't know what I'd done wrong, and Phil wouldn't talk to me. He had brushed me off so many times...

I needed to get ahold of myself though. I needed to stay intact... for Bethany's sake. Rising from the couch, I returned to the kitchen, gathering up the breakfast dishes and placing them in the sink. I poured the soap and began to run the water, then looked out the window above the sink. It was then that I saw a curtain move slightly in the neighbor's window... What if someone was watching me? I blushed, realizing how much of my full bosom was exposed by my skimpy nightgown. Keeping my eyes down on the dishes, I began scrubbing with a vengence, taking out my frustation and anger and sadness on the poor poppy-covered, egg-encrusted plates.

 

[eepy]

OOC: Is that okay, Gareman, or do Sara and Phil need to be more in love? I was just upset that he was leaving her all alone (it just didn't seem right, what with a horny neighbor around to prey on her and all), so now he's the bad guy... I hope I didn't screwy up your fantasy She'll still resist your advances, though. I'll make sure of it

 

[Gareman]

OOC: Eepy, it's great and I trust you to resist Frank...He's a pretty whacked dude....


From the first time I met the Kline's, Sara had caught my attention. Maybe it was her warm smile, or the gentleness of her nature. Maybe it was the simple innocence that got to me. I'm not really sure, but something about her grabbed my attention right away.

Now Phil, on the other hand, had the complete opposite effect. I wanted to belt that bastard in the mouth, right off the bat. With him it was easy to figure out. His arrogance and distain for blue-collar workers, like myself, came through loud and clear. What Sara was doing with such a self-centered prick I'll never understand. But that was her problem...

I peaked through the curtains, watching Sara. Her small tannned body was something to admire. Today she seemed upset, lingering at the kitchen table, head in hands.

God, did she have beautiful legs... My hand slid into my sweat pants..."Oh Sara, you are one little hottie," I whisper stroking my hard prick...And those titties, what I wouldn't give to get my hands on them...

I watch as she leaves the room, returning a little while later to walk Bethany to the bus stop. I had this routine down pat. I remain at the window, waiting for her to reappear... It takes a while today... But, there she is....

Oh Shit !! Did she see me ? Nah, she has no idea what a perverted neighbor she has. She'd never suspect me of spying on her...

Opening the curtain, just a crack, I watch her at the sink...My hand returns to my cock, stroking gently while studying her...Her nightgown is slightly see-through allowing me a hint of her perky nipples... "Oh sweet Sara, have I got something for you. Don't be afraid, Phil will never know..." My hand continues working my thick cock, my eyes glued to my sexy young neighbor's tits... "Phil, Phil, Phil, I hope you know what you've got there, big guy. That is one fine piece of ass..."

I've been watching Sara, ever since my lay-off began. Some people like soap-operas, some like game shows, I like watching Sara. Ever since my divorce, I haven't had too much going on in my life, but she has reignited something that I thought had died, years ago. My voyeurism started innocently enough... One night, I was having trouble getting to sleep, so I came downstairs to watch a little TV. I heard it begin to rain, so I went through the house to close the windows... When I came into the dining room, I noticed the Kline's kitchen light on... Sara was in her nightgown, getting a glass of water... I was hooked... Now it was part of my daily ritual...










[Edited by Gareman on 05-28-2001 at 05:09 PM]

 

[eepy]

Sara

IC:

Drying the last dish and placing it back in the cupboard, I sighed and raised the back of my damp hand to my forehead, my other hand resting on my hip. The stress that I'd been dealing with lately was making me feel old. And even though I hated to admit it, even to myself, Phil's obvious disdane for me had left me feeling... undesirable. Looking down, I couldn't see anything wrong with my body. At 25, I still looked almost childish, with my petite figure, firm and tan from the many hours spent playing with Bethany in our sunny backyard. I had definitely worked off any fat that my pregnancy with her had put on me. My face was heart-shaped with a perfect little nose and deep dimples, which my daughter had inherited, to my delight. Why on earth would Phil leave me for someone else? Not that I was prideful or anything, but it just didn't make any sense... I had met Phil's secretary once... a middle-aged, prunish woman... God, I hoped he wasn't sleeping with her! That bastard! I took a deep breath, telling myself to calm down and stop making up impossible, ridiculous scenarios. Looking around me, I realized that I needed to do some cleaning today, plus a little grocery shopping. First, though, what I really needed was a nice, long bath to calm my nerves and get my thoughts in order. I made my way to the stairs, tugging my nightgown over my firm bottom as I went. The garment seemed to have shrunk in the wash...

I entered the bathroom, which was right on top of the kitchen, and immediatley pulled my nightgown off me, tugging it up and over my head and tossing it into the hamper. I shook my hair out and ran a brush through it, smoothing out the tangles. The soft waves felt good on my bare back and breasts, and the strands that fell against my soft nipples send a shiver through my body and caused them to grow somewhat taut. Wearing only a pair of silky panties, I bent over the tub, turning the knob and pouring in a generous amount of bubble bath. I moved to draw the shades, then thought against it. I was on the second floor anyway and the soft morning light was comforting compared to the harsh electric light of the bathroom. Standing in front of the window, I stripped the last of my clothing from me. I frowned as I ran my hand over my smooth-shaven pussy, remembering how I had recently shaved down there for the first time, hoping to entice Phil, but to no avail. Sighing again, I stepped into the tub, allowing the warm water to caress my body as a mountain of bubbles covered each of my breasts and other pillowy heaps of bubbles floated lazily through the water. One of my hands rested on my flat belly, my fingers splayed out, feeling the smooth flesh. I closed my eyes as I moved my hand lower, again feeling my smooth mound and, not wanting to linger there, moving lower until my index finger found my long-ignored clit. I smiled at the sensation I felt... my first genuine smile in several days. Mmmm, that felt good. Tracing lazy circles over my little button, I marvelled a pleasure I could bring myself. I had forgotten how good it felt... Who needed Phil anyway? Not me! I'd be fine. I'd been fine before... But before I'd been a child. Now I was a woman. And a mother. Could I be me without Phil? I really wasn't sure...

The thought disturbed me, and I moved my hand away from my center, no longer interested in the pleasure I could bring myself. It was pleasure without... without...

I let my mind go blank as I sat in the water, allowing it to cool around me. It seemed like only minutes until I was sitting there, shivering, the water cold and the bubbles long gone. I shifted in the tub, raising a small hand with now-pruny fingers to grab the side of tub as I stepped out onto a soft bathmat, turning to pull the drain-plug. Shaking from head to toe, I reached for a towel to dry my freezing body. The soft fabric felt good as I rubbed my arms and legs vigorously. I ran it over my stomach and breasts, not even noticing that my nipples were incredibly stiff. Wrapping the towel tightly around me, I glanced out the window and saw another curtain move in the neighbor's house... I had a sinking feeling that I should have shut the shades... I had met our neighbor, Frank, several times before, and though he seemed like a nice enough guy, the way that he looked at me always creeped me out. I shivered again at the thought of him spying on me then pulled my towel more tightly around me and made my way across the hall to my bedroom to get dressed. I was in the mood to do some heavy cleaning... Maybe that would take Phil off my mind... I felt like I was going insane...

[Edited by eepy on 05-28-2001 at 09:10 PM]

 

[Gareman]

After Sara left the kitchen, I remained at my post for several moments, hoping she would return. Staring out the small slit in the curtain, cock in hand, I noticed motion upstairs in the Kline's bathroom. My heart lept. Taking the stairs two-at-a-time I move to my spare bedroom which provided a perfect view accross the driveway. 'Oh yeah Sara,' I moaned. She had disrobed competely and was standing in the window, providing me with a full view of her sexy young body.

My hands trembled as I pulled my sweats off and began stroking my throbbing penis in long slow motions. 'Oh baby, take Frank's cock,' I stammer, the sexual tension building. Her hand touches her shaved pussy... Holy Shit is she going to masturbate right here !?...My cock tingles wildly...God I want her...Slowly she removes her hand, turns and walks away... I release my cock... I could easily cum right now, but a devious thought has begun to form... The sad, distant look in her eyes said everything I needed to know... Today I would formulate a plan... Maybe Sara's life isn't so perfect...Maybe I can make it better...

Moving away from the window, I shower and dress quickly... My cock is still rock hard, but I decide to use the sexual tension as a motivator... Her sweet pussy is the goal...

 

[eepy]

Sara

IC:

I quickly donned clothes appropriate for a busy day of housecleaning. Over my lavender cotton panties and bra, I wore a light-green tank top that perfectly matched my eyes (not that anyone would care or even see) and my oldest pair of jeans, complete with a hole in the butt. Tying my hair back in a simple ponytail, I proceeded to the closet under the stairs and pulled out almost every cleaning supply I owned, creating a huge pile in the hall. Even though I felt I was losing control of my life, there was one thing that I did still have control over, and that was the cleanliness of my surroundings... I was going to make this house spotless! Grabbing dustrags, 409 and furniture polish, I moved to the living room. Balancing on the couch and chairs, I moved around the room, cleaning the beautifully ornate but annoyingly impractical woodwork that connected the walls to the high ceiling. "Why couldn't I have just settled for a nice wallpaper border?" I mumbled to myself. "Oh, great, now I'm talking to myself. Wonderful..." I scrubbed the woodwork with the same level of vengence that I had uesd earlier on the breakfast dishes. My arms and neck aching slightly from the strain of reaching and looking upwards, I finally got back to my starting point.

Since cleaning from the top of a room to the bottom is the sensible thing to do, I looked upwards to see what else was set up high and needed to be dusted or polished... Ah, the chandelier... an extravagence I was definitely regretting. Well, I had a long duster thing to clean it with, but... Oh,damn it, a light bulb was out. Balancing precariously on a dining room chair, I stretched my arm as far as possible but could not reach to change it. Where the heck was a tall man when you needed one? Probably getting it on with his secretary... I let myself fall back onto the couch with a *plop*, resting my head in my hands for about the millionth time already that day and sighed for about the billionth...

I was a failure. At some point I had let my world come apart, and now, even though I was the only one who realized it, it was going to be impossible to put it back together the way it had been before... when we were happy. All the distractions in the world wouldn't help. I had failed... and I couldn't even change a stupid lightbulb. So I just sat there and began to cry...

 

[eepy]

OOC: I hope I haven't made Sara too depressed. I figured that if she was already emotional, it may be easier for you to manipulate her.

 

[Gareman]

Hurrying outside I begin puttering around in the garden, behind the house. I really do have a green-thumb, but my motivation today is definitely not agricultural. In between plucking a few weeds, I glance over the fence, hoping Sara may have wandered into her yard.

I know she probably views me as the "old fart" next door, but I also know that something isn't right in her world. Maybe having a kind-hearted "father" figure around would be just what she needed.

Moving deliberately around the yard, I catch a glimpse of her through her dining room window. She's dusting her chandelier, stretching her small frame to reach. I have a perfect view of her small tight ass, straining against the fabric of her jeans. Now she climbs on a chair, reaching for something above her. I stare, mesmerized by her childlike beauty... She climbs down from the chair and I turn my attention back to the garden, pretending to be busy at work...

As I continue weeding, my mind fixates on Sara's lovely body. She reminds me of a young stripper I used to see at the club by the plant. I'd stop there, after work with a bunch of the guys and this one girl really caught my eye. I started going more frequently, just to see her and pretty soon we began talking. She told me that she was a college student, trying to make a few bucks to earn tuition, books, etc. I'd always tip her well, buying table dances and private sessions in the back room. She had such a sweet, firm body, I loved it when she straddled my lap, teasing me with her perky little tits. After a few months, she began waiving the 'no-hands' rule and I got a chance to really enjoy her sexy body. Just before she graduated and started her life away from here, she gave me the dance of my life, concluding in the slowest, most sensual blow-job I've ever had. Once she left, I never went back into that place. The other girls could never hold a candle to her.

Snapping back to reality, I worked my way along the fence, making as much noise as possible. I guess I hoped that Sara would notice me and come out to visit...

 

[eepy]

Sara

IC:

Wiping my eyes on a tissue from the box on the end table, I sniffed and blew my nose. "God, Sara, you need to get your act together," I mumbled. "Oh, shit, I'm doing it again!" I really needed to stop talking to myself. Looking up at the living room ceiling once more, I sighed, realizing that the light was just going to have to wait.

Moving to the kitchen, I washed my grimey hands and splashed cold water on my splotchy face. Blotting it dry with a hand towel, I pulled a glass down from the cupboard. A glass given as a wedding present to Phil and me... I shook my head as if to erase the thought, like my mind was an Etch-a-Sketch. Maybe some food would help... I poured myself some lemonade and set a couple of fat-free apple Fig Newtons on a plate. A plate given...

Leaving my snack on the counter, I went upstairs and changed into my bikini (a skimpy one made of fabric with horizontal stripes of varying shades of purple). Grabbing my flip-flops, sunglasses, and sun tan lotion, I put my hair high on my head and headed outside with my refreshments. Maybe some time outdoors would help clear my head...

Sitting my things down on a small patio table, I stretched out in a lounge chair, letting my legs and arms relax and my eyes fall shut.

What was that noise? I sat up quickly. It was coming from behind the fence that separated our yard from the neighbor's (thank God). "Mr. Taylor, is that you?" I asked, my voice slightly shaky, remembering the suspicions I had had of him earlier.

(OOC: What's Frank's last name? And why is every guy on here named Frank anyway? )

[Edited by eepy on 05-29-2001 at 09:22 PM]

 

[Gareman]

OOC: Sorry about the Frank redundancy... I believe he's the first character I've named Frank. His last name is Taylor.

IC: I caught a glimpse of Sara as she left the house. The small hedge concealed me, but I could easily peak through to eye her. Hearing her speak, I stood up, smiling.

"Well hello, Sara," I answered, "I'm just getting a little yard work done."

Playing the part of the harmless neighbor, I fought the temptation to stare at her gorgeous body. It took all the effort I could muster, but I had an image to project and I wouldn't let myself blow it. The stakes were much too high.

Continuing to walk closer I offer, "I know that Phil travels alot," I said, "if you need help with anything, just holler. I could probably spruce up that flower bed of yours in no time."

My mind fought a battle to keep my eyes focused on hers. Images of her standing in the bathroom, earlier, kept sneaking past my mental guard. I wanted to hop the fence and rip her bikini off, but had to pretend I was just a helpful guy who wanted to be neighborly.

"By the way, how is Phil ?" I asked grudgingly, "He always seems to be in such a hurry."

 

[eepy]

Sara

IC:

"Oh, hi, Mr. Taylor, I thought I heard someone... Oh, yes, your yard always looks so much nicer than ours. But then, Phil is always so busy with work..."

As he came closer, I suddenly felt very exposed. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tried to concentrate on his words and not his eyes... Despite his obvious, and for the most part effective, efforts to focus on my face, tell-tale glints of lust flashed through his eyes occasionally, letting me know where his focus really was. Phil used to look at me like that...

"I know that Phil travels alot," he was saying, "if you need help with anything, just holler. I could probably spruce up that flower bed of yours in no time... By the way, how is Phil ? He always seems to be in such a hurry."

"Phil's doing... fine. He left this morning on a business trip, but it shouldn't be a long one." I smiled, hoping he wouldn't realize that it took a lot more effort than it should have. "Thanks so much for asking. My, your flowers do look lovely..." Despite my reservations toward Mr. Taylor, I was looking for a distraction and nothing had seemed to work so far. Maybe small talk with the neighbor would. "Won't you come inside, Mr. Taylor? Would you like some lemonade? Oh, and there is something you could help me with, if you wouldn't mind. You see, one of the light bulbs burned out in that blasted chandelier in the living room and I'm just not tall enough..."

 

[David10]

A High School freind of Saras walks to the front door*

*He rings the doorbell*"Hello?"

 

[Gareman]

OOC: David10, Sara is going to be pretty busy with Mr. Taylor. If you'd like to join, you could play a highschool boyfriend who has intermittantly been 'stalking' Sara. Maybe after Mr. Taylor has opened her up to new ideas, she may be more receptive to your advances. That would be up to eepy.

IC: My heart skipped a beat when Sara invited me in. I gladly accepted, walking around my house and entering, with her, through the back door. She led me to the dining room where the chandelier with the bad bulb was.

As I started to change it, the doorbell rang. I couldn't hear the conversation very well, but heard Sara say "I told you to leave me alone !" and slam the door. I finished with the lightbulb and rushed into the livingroom to see if I could be of assistance. She was obviously shaken up, standing with her hands to her face, crying. I moved over and touched her bare shoulder. The softness of her skin was amazing. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and kiss her full on the mouth, but I had to contain my eagerness. Softly rubbing her shoulder, I ask, "Sara, are you okay ? Is there anything I can do ?"

With her head down, I took the opportunity to eye her firm breasts, up close. They were magnificent, her sheer bra allowed just enough of her nipples through to make small impressions on her tank top. It took all my effort to leave my hand on her shoulder. I inhaled deeply, taking in her feminine scent. With my free hand, I brushed a strand of hair from her face and gazed down into her beautiful green eyes...


OOC: Sorry for taking control of your character, eepy. I just wanted to make sure we didn't get pulled off the path we had started down...

[Edited by Gareman on 05-30-2001 at 04:26 AM]

 

[eepy]

Sara

OOC: It's perfectly fine, Gareman. I changed what Sara said, though (Sorry )

David10, he's right. We don't really need another character right now, but I know there are lots of threads out there that do. If you've seen the movie Empire Records and would like to play Mark, Warren, Joe or Rex Manning, those roles are still open in the Empire Records thread. It should be fun [/shameless thread promotion]

IC:

Standing on a chair, Mr. Taylor could reach the high living room chandelier easily. I stood below, chatting about the nice weather. Then, the door bell rang. "Excuse me a sec," I said to Mr. Taylor, "And thank you so much for doing that for me!"

I went to the foyer and pulled the front door open, forgetting I was wearing only a bathing suit. "Oh, shit," I thought, covering my exposed body as best I could with my arms. "It's that creepy guy who keeps showing up everywhere I go!" I'd seen him at the grocery, the movies, the mall... it was like he was stalking me. And there he was on my doorstep, babbling on about how he'd remembered me from high school and always wanted to ask me out and never did and did I have a husband?

"Yes, I'm married!" I practically screamed at him, shoving the ring finger of my left hand in his face, "And I'm really not in the mood to deal with this right now. Please just GO AWAY!" Slamming the door in his face, I stood there for a moment. What was wrong with me?? Why was I acting this way? Why was I so emotional? It was all Phil's fault! And at that thought, I again broke into tears.

Mr. Taylor came rushing out into the foyer. When I felt his hand on my shoulder, I just about pushed him away. I really wasn't in the mood to deal with that either. But then he began lightly rubbing my skin (mmm, that felt good) and asking if I was all right. As the sobs shook my body, all I could do was lean forward, weeping into his shoulder, my tears soaking his shirt. I tried to calm myself and looked up at him, "I'm so *sob* sorry. *hiccup* I'll wash that *sob* for you. *sniffle* You must think I'm a real basket case." I smiled as best I could, but all he did was shake his head and shush me, pushing a loose strand of hair from my face and staring into my eyes.

Trying to get my mind of his gentle touch, I said, "That was just some guy from high school who's been following me. He's kinda creepy, but he seems pretty harmless."

 

[Gareman]

Sara hesitated and the leaned forward. My arms wrapped around her small frame, hands rubbing her back to calm her. She looked up, her big green eyes wet with tears, gazing into mine. Apologizing for her behavior, she looked so confusd...so fragile. I smiled, signalling that no apology was necessary.

"It's okay, Sara," I reassured, "It's got to be difficult with Phil away so often."

Her vulnerability was exciting, the realization that we were all alone in the house tittilated me incredibly. I was convinced that I could probably take her, right now, if I really wanted to. Oh sure, she would struggle at first, but once she realized the futility in it, she would surrender. I'd pull that little bikini off and eat her pussy, driving my tongue deeply into her.. She'd begin enjoying it and lie back... She would be mine...

But I was looking for more. I enjoyed the hunt too much to spoil it with one stupid act of lust.

I walked her over to the couch guiding her down and sitting beside her. With gentle caresses, I wiped the tears from her soft cheeks.

"You know Sara, I have a daughter about your age. She lives out of town now, so I don't get to see her very often. I would never let anything bad happen to that little girl of mine and I won't let anything bad happen to you either."

I smiled my fatherly smile, leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead.

"If you ever need ANYTHING, you let me know."

I struggled to not stare at her breasts, forcing my eyes to lock onto hers. Hoping she was buying my act, I patted her knee and fought the powerful sexual urges that were begging me to fuck her brains out...

 

[eepy]

Sara

IC:

With Mr. Taylor's mention of Phil, I just about lost it again, but I just barely kept myself together, nodding slightly in agreement and allowing him to lead me to the living room to sit next to him on the couch. As he wiped the tears from my cheeks and told me about his daughter, he appeared to take on the role of a father-figure. Then he leaned forward, and when his lips touched my forehead I was reminded again of Phil's cold goodbye to me earlier that morning... a swift kiss on my cheek and an even swifter "Bye."

But this kiss was accompanied by an "If you ever need anything, you let me know"... something that Phil hadn't said to me in a very, very long time. I sighed and slumped back against the couch, my leg touching Mr. Taylor's and his hand resting lightly on my knee.

"I'm already in debt to you, Mr. Taylor. You've already changed a light bulb and dealt with the emotional mess I've become. But, if it's not too much trouble, I really could use someone to vent to, get all my problem out there in the open... I feel so alone..."

 

[Gareman]

Sara's reaction was exactly what I was looking for. She had found a shoulder to cry on and "Thank You God" that shoulder was mine. I patted her knee gently in a gesture more friendly than sexual and smiled broadly.

"You know, since my wife left me for another man 8 years ago, I've learned everything there is to know about loneliness. Now a rough looking character like myself has a reason to be lonely, but a beautiful young woman like yourself has no excuse."

Playing the part to the hilt, I watched her reaction carefully as I placed my hand back on her leg. This time I "innocently" positioned it slightly higher above her knee, on her thigh. Still looking directly into her sexy eyes, I continued to encourage her to talk.

"I'd love to think that we can become friends, Sara. Although I know that Phil doesn't think much of me, I hope you give me a chance."

My mind visualized Sara standing naked in her bathroom window earlier that morning. I could see those beautiful breasts, standing out firm and round from her tanned body. I wanted, so badly, to reach out and touch them, freeing them from the bikini top that hid them from my view. But, again I restrained myself. I had plans for this sweet young thing and when all was in place, I would have plenty of opportunity to enjoy every inch of her young, sexy body...

 

[eepy]

the beautiful but rejected Sara

IC:

I had known that Mr. Taylor was divorced, but when he mentioned his situation, I knew for certain that I had found just the right person to confide in. Surely he would understand my own situation, having been in a similar one himself.

"I'd love to think that we can become friends, Sara," he was saying. "Although I know that Phil doesn't think much of me, I hope you give me a chance."

I smiled at his friendly gesture, replying, "I hope so too, Mr. Taylor. I think we may have quite a bit in common, and I'm so glad I heard you out in your flowerbed, because I really think you may understand my current situation more than most. And it's really silly, but I've started to worry about myself lately, because I've started a weird habit of talking to myself... but with Phil gone so much and Bethany at school all day, it's either talk to myself or the plants." I smiled as brightly as I could, starting to feel very at ease with the man who until a few moments before had been a virtual stranger to me...

But his hand on my leg, even though it was only giving me friendly, comforting pats, made me suddenly realize how little I was wearing. "Oh, goodness," I said, standing quickly. "I really should go put some clothes on. But feel free to make yourself at home. I think there are some cookies in the jar on the kitchen counter, if you'd like, and I'll be right back and I'll get you something to drink and we can have a nice talk... if you don't mind, of course."

"Of course not, Sara. I'd love to get to know you better," he said, moving through the door to the kitchen while I proceeded up the stairs, letting my bedroom door swing shut softly behind me, not noticing that a stray shoe was in its path, causing the door to bounce open a little. Stripping off my swimsuit, I began to pull on the undies, bra, and tank top that I had taken off earlier and a short denim skirt that I had pulled from the closet.

OOC: Gareman, if that's not how you'd like it to go, let me know and I'll edit or something.

[Edited by eepy on 05-31-2001 at 07:10 PM]

 

[Gareman]

I watched Sara leave the room, her tight ass, barely concealed in her bikini bottoms, catching my eye. I followed into the foyer and pretended to go into the kitchen, but actually stopped at the doorway, continuing to eye my beautiful young neighbor. Her thin tanned legs gracefully carried her up the stairs, her petite bare feet hitting each step lightly as she ascended to the second floor. Sara's room was at the top of the stairs, slightly to the left. I watched her enter and close the door, which hit something, swinging partially open. My heart raced.

Calling upstairs I asked, "Sara, is it okay for me to use your bathroom ?"

Not waiting for a reply, I quietly began climbing the stairs. By the time I had received her okay, I was already upstairs watching her perform her inadvertent strip-tease. Her back was turned, as she shed her bikini. My eyes scanned her naked body, my cock rising, wanting a piece of the sweet young ass, only feet away. I actually took one step toward the door, my lust winning out for a split second. But, I caught myself, again reasoning that soon she would willingly give me what I wanted.

Turning away from the doorway, I made my way to the bathroom, also leaving the door open, and unzipped my pants. My cock, which was fully erect, popped out, I hadn't bothered with underwear that day. I tried to get my mind off of Sara's hot body, thinking of anything to get my penis down to a state where I could actually urinate. Standing, waiting for flacidity, I thought I heard the sound of small footsteps, walking down the hallway and stopping...

 

[eepy]

Sara

IC:

I pulled the short skirt over my legs, fastening the button at my slim waist. I left my bedroom, moving to descend the stairs, but then stopped, remembering that the toilet in the bathroom Mr. Taylor had gone in had been acting up. Turning, I walked back down the hall, intending to knock on the door and warn him, maybe ask him to take a look at it... But I didn't need to knock. The door was already wide open...

I just stood there for a few seconds, staring at his profile as he stood before the toilet, the late morning light streaming in the window, his obviously erect cock standing out before him. "My god!" I thought. "Did I do that to him? No matter what I do, I can't get Phil hard, but my neighbor can become completely erect by just holding me and kissing my forehead??" I shook my head, trying to chase the thoughts away. How dare I compare the two men! Phil was my husband; I was a married woman! But it'd been so long since I'd had a cock in me... "Stop it, Sara!" I scolded myself in my mind.

Covering my eyes with my hand, I pretended to have just arrived at the door and been taken by surprise. "Oh god, Mr. Taylor! I'm so sorry! I was just coming to warn you about the toilet, but I didn't expect the door to be open. I'll just let you get back to your... business, and I'll see you downstairs in a bit." I could feel my face turn bright red behind my hand, which was doing absolutely no good to hide my embarrassment...

 

[Gareman]

"I'm sorry Sara," I replied, "living alone, I never close the door."

Inside I was enjoying every minute of the whole charade I was playing. Of course I left the door open intentionally, hoping Sara would catch a glimpse of the only physical gift God had blessed me with. I may not be the most handsome or physically fit man around, but my long thick cock could rival anything Phil was carrying around, I'm sure. As she spoke, my penis softened enough to allow a steady stream of urine to flow from my penis. I held it in my left hand, providing her a perfect view, if she decided to look. I thought I noticed her fingers open slightly, allowing a slight crack for her eyes to peak through. Or maybe it was just my imagination...

"Yeah honey, I'll meet you downstairs and you can tell me all of your problems," I responded.

I finished what I was doing and flushed the toilet. It didn't sound right, so I removed the lid and made a simple adjustment to the mechanism within. Flushing it again, it worked like a charm. After washing my hands, I left the bathroom and took a brief tour of the Kline's master bedroom.

Seeing Sara's bikini lying on the bed, I picked up the bottoms, lifting them to my nose to take in the aroma of her pussy. My mind buzzed, enjoying her scent on the flimsy fabric. My cock hardened, but I forced myself to return the small panties and join my young friend downstairs.

Striding quickly down the wide staircase, I made the turn into the kitchen. Sara was arranging a plate with a variety of cookies and had poured me a glass of lemonade. I walked over to her, gently touching her back, and said, "Not only beautiful, but a wonderful hostess as well"...

 

[Gareman]

OOC: Looking for someone to take over the role of Sara...