Welcoming the New Neighbor

"Why don't we invite Bill over for a glass of wine later this afternoon," Diane asked. "Give us a chance to really get acquainted and welcome him to the neighborhood."

I glanced up at my wife, somewhat surprised by her question. She had never before shown interest in getting to know any of the neighbors on our tiny beach-front strip of homes. She had just met Bill as he unloaded his luggage into the rental property next to us and they had struck up an easy and animated conversation.

My wife, Diane, had been walking to our mailbox when he drove in and started unpacking. They talked for a half hour before I happened to come around from the side yard where I had been working on the flower beds. I stood and watched them for a few minutes and could tell she was enjoying their conversation more than I would have expected for a first-time meeting, laughing easily and flirting in a manner I had never seen her do before. It was obvious they were comfortable with each other and I couldn't help but notice how casually he let his eyes repeatedly roam over her figure, which she surprisingly didn't seem to mind in the least.

When I walked toward them and she introduced us I could see why she seemed so relaxed with him. He looked like a nice enough guy; around 40, very fit and ruggedly handsome, possessing a ready smile and an out-going, easy manner. He continued to be overly attentive to Diane as the three of us talked and I felt proud of how attractive she looked. She was wearing soft sweatpants that snuggled tightly over her firm ass, her tiny bikini lines clearly visible through them. Her thin tee-shirt was V-necked and draped invitingly between her pert breasts.

We had not been back in the house half an hour when she broached her idea about inviting Bill over. I casually agreed, never one to pass up a chance to spend time with enjoyable company and a couple bottles of wine.

"Sounds good, Honey," I said. "Do you want to go over and ask him or should I?"

"Why don't you?" she answered. "I really want to clean up and change into something less casual."

As she went upstairs to the bathroom, I sauntered over to check the wine rack . . . three different varieties of expensive red and I knew the cooler contained several bottles of Diane's favorite Sauvignon Blanc, so we were good to go on that count.

I heard the shower start and absentmindedly thought that it was unusual for Diane to shower for a second time in a day, since she had ken one after our early-morning lovemaking session only a few hours before. I was smug and pleased to imagine that even though she climaxed several times, she seemed to retain a sexually charged glow all morning. I quickly realized her mood hinted that there could quite possibly be a delightful repeat this evening.

When I knocked on Bill's door he enthusiastically agreed to come over, politely asking if he could bring anything. I declined his offer and assured him that his company would be totally sufficient; telling him it would be strictly wine and simple hors d'oeuvres. We chatted a few minutes and he mentioned how much he was looking forward to getting to know us better. 'Especially Diane,' I thought to myself.

Returning home just as Diane came down and walked into the kitchen, I noticed she had changed into one of my favorite dresses. At first glance it looked chic and quite proper but what I liked most about it was that when she left the top button undone and moved just right, it would always gape open enough to expose most of her firm breast. I especially loved when she wore a special little flesh-colored half-bra I had bought for her to wear with it that was so low-cut her nipples peeked over the top of the lacy cups. That dress was the only one she wore the bra with but unfortunately, it was an extremely rare occurrence when she did. I was surprised and pleasantly pleased to see her wearing it today and eagerly hoped she had chosen the bra too.

I yelled to her that Bill would be over soon and ran upstairs to change. Stripping off I headed into the bathroom to wash up, noticing her clothes in a heap on the floor and the mirrors still fogged with the highly perfumed steam from her shower. As usual, I thought, she always just dropped her clothes wherever she happened to undress, so often leaving a mess behind her that I had fallen into the habit of always picking up after her. I dutifully dropped them into the dirty clothes hamper along with mine and stepped into the shower.

Back in our bedroom I quickly slipped into clean jeans and a tee shirt and went to our bureau to grab a pair of clean socks. I noticed that Diane had left her lingerie drawer partially open and was disappointed to see the special bra lying on top of her collection of panties instead of in its own drawer. 'Looks like she thought about it and chickened out,' I grinned to myself as I slid the drawer closed. 'She must have picked one of her usual ones.'

By the time I finished dressing and headed back downstairs I could hear Bill and Diane laughing from the kitchen. They sounded like old friends swapping gossip and enjoying getting caught up after a long time apart. They were standing side-by-side at the sink window overlooking our backyards and neither was aware that I had walked up behind them. I quickly noticed they looked extremely comfortable standing so close to each other.

"Hmmm," he said. "Actually, I think it looks pretty private—like a perfect spot to sunbathe." He nudged her arm playfully. "I hope you're not going to be too bashful since I might be able to see you from my patio."

"Well, I guess I'd just have to keep my top on," Diane joked, "as much as I hate tan lines," she teased.

Bill moved even closer, his arm again casually pressing against her shoulder and causing her to lean forward slightly. He then made a deliberately exaggerated cock of his head; all pretense of subtlety gone as he blatantly looked down her front. Even from where I stood watching them I could tell the top button of her dress was open and it was indeed gaping, just the way I loved seeing it.

"So do I," he murmured softly. "And I'm ever so glad to see you don't have any."

Diane giggled and acted shocked, but made no attempt to move away or block his view as he continued to ogle down her front.

"You're really quite lovely," he whispered, so softly I could barely hear him.

I was shocked to see and hear what was going on; I silently backed out of the room without disturbing them. I waited a moment then cleared my throat and shuffled my feet to make enough noise to announce my arrival before walking slowly back into the kitchen. Diane was still standing at the sink but Bill had stepped back and was leaning against the breakfast bar sipping his glass of wine. As she turned to face me I noticed she had closed her button, but before she walked away from the window the light showed through the thin dress and I realized she not only wasn't wearing our special bra—she wasn't wearing a bra at all!

Bill turned with a self-satisfied look and saluted me with his wine glass. "We were just talking about how close our back patios are," he said. "I was telling her how much I'm looking forward to sharing a drink or two out there with you guys in the evenings."

Diane picked up the tray of hors d'oeuvres and headed toward the living room. She looked slightly flustered or embarrassed . . . at the very least her cheeks were brighter than normal and she seemed a little nervous.

"Bring the wine, Honey," she said as she passed. "And pour yourself a glass, too."

I could smell her flowery shower gel as she brushed past me, pleased that she always exuded such an invitingly feminine scent.

Bill and I followed behind her and the evening went well as we all enjoyed getting to know each other. The wine flowed as smoothly as the conversation and Bill proved to be as charming, sociable and entertaining as we could have hoped for. Bill shared that he was recently divorced and had a teen-aged daughter that lived with his ex-wife and although he missed her he loved being single and able to live his own life.

By the time he left for a dinner appointment we were all like old friends. Diane had been sitting across from Bill and let me refill our glasses when they were empty even though she usually acted the perfect hostess, flitting around to offer hors d'oeuvres and refilling glasses. This afternoon however, she seemed more sedate and just sat drinking her wine; hanging on Bill's every word. I wondered if she was purposely not moving around much so that her braless state would not be obvious. She only became animated when she stood up to give Bill a hug as he was leaving, a hug that seemed much more 'friendly' than normal, but I chalked that up to the extra glasses of wine she had consumed.

Later, she seemed lost in thought and I asked if she was okay. She assured me that she was fine, just a little tired and looking forward to skipping dinner and having an early night.

"You seemed to really like Bill," I said. "And he was clearly smitten with you,"

"Well, I guess he IS quite attractive," she answered shyly, "but I wouldn't say we hit it off all that much."

"I'd say it was more than obvious he enjoyed getting to know you, and the way you hugged him goodbye looked like it really made his day. I've never seen you be quite that enthusiastic with another guy."

"Too much to drink, I guess," she smiled. She ran her fingers through her hair and yawned, causing her breasts to momentarily strain against her dress.

My eyes automatically went to her breasts and she dropped her arms quickly and gave me a somewhat embarrassed smile; well aware I was checking her out like I always did.

"You looked really sexy today," I told her. I dropped my voice and murmured softly, "I always like you in that dress."

She smiled appreciatively, if somewhat bashfully. I didn't mention that I was aware of her braless state.

"I'll clean up down here, you go ahead and jump into bed and I'll be up in a few minutes."

I couldn't help but suspect that her mood might be as much from Bill's attention as being charged up from this morning's love-making. I took my time straightening up the kitchen and putting the left-overs away. As I stood at the sink washing the wine glasses I kept looking at the adjoining patios out the window and re-playing in my mind all I had seen and heard this afternoon. She had to have known Bill could see down her top—I had so many times done the same. And since I always commented how beautiful her breasts looked and had often slipped my hand inside to fondle her perky nipple, she knew exactly the logistics of her dress and enjoyed my attentions.

Thinking back to the conversation I had overheard, it suddenly dawned on me that I had never known her to sunbathe on our patio— topless or otherwise. The previous neighbors had been an older couple who would have been scandalized if she had ever done so. And she had never mentioned to me anything about a dislike of tan lines, nor could I remember her ever commented one way or the other about them.

Suddenly I realized I had developed raging hard-on thinking about what had just transpired. I could almost see Bill's eyes devouring her naked breast and in my mind I could see her sensitive nipple plump up to its most excited state, all rubbery and hard and pulsing as it always did when she was really turned on.

I couldn't really believe she had gone braless to purposely let him see her bare breasts after knowing him only an hour, but I couldn't think of any other explanation. As long as I had known her I had never seen her deliberately expose herself to another man. We sometimes role-played about having others in our fantasies and she was okay whenever I suggested scenarios that had her being seen by others, but deliberately allowing another man to share her nakedness had never really seemed to pique her interest. I had even suggested she might someday enjoy a vacation to a Caribbean beach resort where she could go topless, but she had never herself brought it up in our role-playing. And although I sometimes mentioned that showing her off in front of other men would be a strong turn-on for me but I never pressed it and we had certainly never acted out the fantasy.

Diane was stretched out in bed on her stomach when I went upstairs, the covers pulled loosely over her hips with her back and shoulders left uncovered. The light from the bathroom cast a soft glow as it fell over her and I was pleased to see that she was completely nude—always her not-so-subtle signal that she was interested in making love. My cock was still half hard as I quickly undressed, brushed my teeth and returned to the bedroom, eager to see just how turned on she was.

Her dress was laying crumpled on the floor at the foot of the bed, her tiny bikini panties next to it. I grabbed the dress and went to the closet and began to hang it carefully with her others. As I turned around she was watching me carefully, her eyes focused on my swollen cock and a tentative smile playing on her lips.

"Sorry," she whispered. "I should take better care of my clothes."

"Yeah," I smiled, "especially my favorite dress."

I picked up her discarded panties and threw them toward the bathroom hamper as I slid into bed, deliberately pulling the sheet completely off her ass. I ran my hand smoothly over her naked cheeks, caressing them lovingly.

"I'm glad you wore it this afternoon, you looked really nice and I'm sure Bill enjoyed seeing you in it, too."

"Oh, I'm sure he never even noticed," she said dreamily. She turned toward me and snuggled into my arms, her naked breasts flattening against my chest.

I could feel that her nipples were already hard and as I dropped my hand to cup her ass again and pull her tighter against me, her leg automatically slid over mine and wiggled between my thighs. My cock, still half-hard from thinking about Bill seeing her breasts quickly became fully erect and I rocked smoothly toward her to press it into her stomach.

"Oh, he noticed, alright," I whispered. "I could tell he had a hard time keeping his eyes off you all afternoon."

I could tell from the way her breathing changed that she was unnerved by my comment. She lay quietly for a moment until I pressed my erection more firmly against her. I could smell her arousal beginning to mix with her perfume.

"Did you wear the special bra?" I whispered softly. "I couldn't tell from where I was sitting."

She was silent for a long moment, as if deciding how to answer.

"Uh, no," she finally said. "I couldn't find it. It must be in the dirty clothes I guess." She hesitated a moment, then added, "I just wore a regular one."

"That's too bad," I whispered again. "It's just so perfect to show how beautiful your breasts are. I know Bill would have loved it if the dress happened to gape open." I waited a moment, and then continued. "Like we know it always does if you leave the button undone."

I squeezed her ass again, this time pulling her toward me until her pussy rested on my thigh. Knowing that she was deliberately lying to me caused my cock to grow even harder and I pushed it against her, slowly rocking our bodies together rhythmically. I could hear her breath become shallower as her desire rose in time with mine, her face turning up to kiss me. We kissed for a long time, our tongues probing deeper and deeper into each other's mouth and our breathing becoming ragged as she began to grind her pussy even harder against my thigh.

She was definitely turned on, as hot as she had been in a long, long time. I reached deep between her ass cheeks and slipped my finger into her pussy. It was so wet she was practically dripping. Arching away enough to allow her hand that was searching for my cock to find and grab it, she pulled me toward her. Without letting go she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, urgently inviting me to climb on top of her.

"Now," she whispered. "I want you in me now."

As I settled between her thighs she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my back, pulling me even closer. I arched my back and began kissing and sucking her nipples, deliberately letting my cock slide teasingly over her waiting lips in a slow fucking motion, but not entering her pussy.

"Umm, no foreplay," I teased, "what got you so horny?"

She was so wet it was like my cock was fucking a split, over-ripe peach, driving us both crazy with how good it felt.

"Oh God, honey! Now—just come inside me, now!"

Her voice sounded hoarse; no more demure, lady-like pleading. She was a woman in lust who wanted to be fucked, and fucked fast and hard. It was all I could do to continue just sliding against her slippery lips without plunging in. I roughly sucked her nipple into my mouth, biting down a little harder than she usually liked. Her moan told me it was time and I abandoned her nipple and reached both my hands under her ass to lift her closer to my cock. I could tell she was on the verge of orgasm.

She again pulled my cock toward her, this time roughly and more demandingly, arching her hips up to accept my first thrust. Using all the self-control I could muster I held back, allowing just the head of my dick to slide between her slippery, waiting lips.

I froze in position above her, looking down and seeing her eyes clamped tightly closed. Her mouth was open and she was panting raggedly, a shiny trail of saliva running out of the corner of her mouth.

"You actually didn't wear any bra tonight did you?" I panted.

Her eyes flew open and she spasmodically arched her back higher, her hands digging into my ass and pulling me franticly closer, trying to force my cock into her cunt. She pumped up toward me wildly, trying to get me to fuck her the way she needed. It was all I could do to hold still and force her to make all the motions, as much as I wanted to surrender to our need and pound wildly into her. I kept my cock as still as I could, continuing to force her to hump up against me.

"That's why you're so hot, isn't it," I demanded. "You deliberately didn't wear a bra at all so Bill could see your tits. Didn't you?"

Diane let out a tortured moan, her hips still pumping up hungrily toward me.

"Didn't you?" I demanded. "Answer me, God damn it!"

"Yes," she finally screamed. "Now just fuck me!"

I slammed down into her as hard as I had ever entered a woman in my life. Her orgasm was immediate and more powerful than I had ever seen her experience. We bucked against each other so wildly I came as violently as she, pounding her hungry cunt until my balls felt like they had been sucked dry and our climaxes were so loud I was sure we could be heard next door.

As our breathing slowly returned to normal I snuggled her deeply into my arms, both of us totally spent. Just as Diane was slipping into a deep sleep I pressed my lips against her ear. I'm not sure if she could hear me or not as I softly whispered:

"Welcome to the neighborhood, Bill"