Leslie Visits (part 1): A continuation of the "Walking the Dog" series
All good things must come to an end, and after a series of amazing sexual encounters with my dog-walking neighbors, Leslie moved away. Leslie, the first one to break the ice. The one who lured our shy neighbor Karen into a threesome. Bisexual, sassy, and sexy Leslie.
After she moved, we got a couple of emails saying how great life was in Boston--actually, it was Cambridge, but only locals care. She wasn't shy about sharing the men and women she was going out with on social media, and she posted WAY too many pictures of her dog. Situation normal.
Then the pandemic hit. We fell out of contact like so many of us did at that point. A year went by with no word; neighbors asked each other when we met on the street walking our dogs, but no one had heard a thing. I occasionally fantasized about the times we had together, and of course my neighbor Karen was still around to admire, but Leslie was really the spark that had connected us and nothing had happened since she left.
Last Thursday, though, I finished work early and decided to leave at lunchtime. It was unseasonably warm for November, and I thought I could sneak in a round of golf before my wife got home. I decided to skip lunch and get an iced coffee to tide me over on the way to the course, so I got off the highway an exit early and made my way along the backroads. The drive-through line was around the building--to save a long wait, I went inside.
After placing my order, I stood back out of the way. Glancing around, I saw the usual collection of mid-day patrons: students with laptops, friends relaxing together, and people waiting for their mobile orders. One in particular caught my eye. She was slim and well-dressed, and her tight little ass was wrapped in a pair of black jeans. My eyes lingered there as she shifted her weight in front of me. When she turned slightly, I caught the swell of small, firm breasts pressing against her sweater, and finally--like many guys--I worked my way up to her face. Even with the mask, I recognized her.
Since she was alone, I had no qualms about saying hello. I stepped up beside her and as she turned to glance at me, I spoke in a quiet voice, pretending not to look at her.
"Don't tell anyone you saw me here. I don't want my wife to find out that I'm drinking coffee and playing golf in the middle of the day."
Leslie snorted, then threw her arms around me. I returned her hug, savoring her lithe body against mine, and she whispered her reply into my ear:
"You KNOW I'm good at keeping secrets! Especially from your wife."
I let her go and we returned to standing side by side.
"I DO know that!" I assured her. "It's just way too nice a day to be working when I could be enjoying the great outdoors."
"I know!" she chimed back excitedly. "It's SO nice out!"
Our drinks came up one after the other, and we both moved forward to grab them and tip out.
"So what are you doing back in town?" I asked her as we retreated.
"I'm helping Amy plan her wedding, ya know?" she told me.
Right. Amy, another neighbor, was finally tying the knot with her live-in boyfriend.
"And I wanted to see who else was around..." she added in a speculative voice.
"Well, I'm glad to run into you," I said with a smile, lowering my mask to sip my coffee.
"Why's that?" she asked with a mischievous smile in return. "Been missing me?"
Looking over my shoulder, I saw the whole row of seats by the window was empty and flooded with warm sunshine. I gestured toward them and raised my eyebrows.
"Come on--" I said quietly. "I'll tell you all about it."
A minute later, we were knee-to-knee on the tall stools, our bodies leaning together.
"So tell me," she said with that same impish grin.
"Well," I began hesitantly, "You know I've been missing you. I always enjoyed our little talks."
She snorted. "That's it?"
"And I really miss your dog," I confided, trying not to smile.
Leslie smacked my thigh impatiently, then let her fingers spread and rest there intimately.
"There had BETTER be more to this story!" she said with mock heat.
"Oh...yeah," I admitted. "There's a lot more."
"So tell me!"
"Well, I miss your ass a lot. And I miss the way you set me up with horny repressed neighbors. And I miss your laugh. That's what I miss the most. And your ass."
She grinned with feminine satisfaction. "That's better! How IS Karen, by the way? Any more action there?"
"Not a bit," I said ruefully. "Without you in the mix, she's too embarrassed to look at me."
"That figures," she snorted. "So is there anyone helping you...walk your dog? Meg, maybe?" she asked knowingly . Her hand slipped a little higher on my thigh.
"Not a soul," I told her.
"Poor Steve. No neighbors to fool around with, and now you're all alone on a sunny afternoon with hours to kill before your wife gets home, and all you want to do is play golf by yourself. That's tragic!"
I grinned in response, anticipating her thoughts.
