All characters are over 18.
I watched as the moving van parked at the house directly in front of mine. Following behind the van was a late model car with dark tinted windows. I watched as a young couple disembarked and walked toward the house. Amber was a petite brownish blonde with a really nice figure. She was thin which made her 34 C sized boobs look bigger than they were. Dustin was also thin with an average build. Little muscle tone and I wondered how he had scored such a smoke show as Amber.
After an hour of watching them move boxes from the car and van, I saw them struggling to get a chest of drawers unloaded. Being the good neighbor, I walked over to lend my assistance and introduce myself. They were a nice couple. Dustin offered me a beer from a cooler that was full and sitting on the front porch. As we drank the beer I could tell that beer was a main staple of his diet. Amber didn't drink, at least not at the moment, but I watched her in her sports top and workout leggings move boxes and such. Amber reached, bent over and stretched as she unloaded and carried lighter boxes and items. I watched her ass and her boobs and felt a stir in my jeans.
I helped them for a couple of hours, then a truck with three raucous friends of Dustin showed up. It seemed they had gotten 'lost' between the apartment where they had helped them load that morning and the new house. Most of the heavy lifting was done so they all sat around drinking beer, laughing and grab ass-ing around. I noticed that Amber didn't say much to the guys and generally seemed to have a disapproving attitude towards them. Before too long, I excused myself and went home. Before leaving, Amber thanked me profusely for helping and invited me over for dinner next weekend as payment for my effort. We exchanged numbers and agreed to stay in touch. I told them if they needed anything to let me know.
Saturday came and I walked over with a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers. More a gesture than anything. I had been busy mowing and doing some yard work that morning. It had been hot and I generally work outside sans shirt. I noticed a few times Amber watching me from the window. She walked outside a couple of times and we exchanged a wave. I received a text soon after confirming I would still be coming over for dinner.
I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Amber answered the door in her tanned bare feet, wearing a knee length summer dress with straps that tied at the shoulder. Her young breasts stood out in the dress, pressing the thin cotton material away from her body. It had a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage, but not in a garish way. The way the dress was made wouldn't allow a bra to be worn underneath. This was confirmed later when she was bending over at the refrigerator to get the salad dressing. I could see a great portion of her tanned boobs when she bent over and the pale white places where her bikini top covered them. There is something erotic about seeing the tan line and areas you aren't meant to see.
"Come on in" Amber said and gave me a nice hug. "Dustin is on the back porch."
"Looks like you are getting all settled in" I said as she led me to the back.
"Yeah I'm getting there, it's a slow process." I watched as her ass swayed inside the dress and clung to her ass. The material had crept between her ass cheeks, she must be wearing a thong...or nothing beneath.
Amber showed me to the porch where he was sitting in a camp chair, cooler beside him and a stack of empties on the floor. He staggered as he stood up to shake my hand and offered me a beer. Seems Dustin had been at it for some time. I later found out that his routine was to begin drinking around 9 a.m. in the morning and continue throughout the day.
"Supper will be ready in a bit. I cooked a pot roast, mashed potatoes, green beans, salad and chocolate cake for dessert." Amber said as she walked back toward the kitchen. "I hope all that yard work you did this morning gave you an appetite" she said smiling up at me.
"Sounds awesome, and yes I am hungry."
Dustin and I sat on the porch while Amber put some music on and set the table inside. The house was small, a two bedroom, one bath. I had been in the house before when the old owners had it and was familiar with the layout. Dustin and I talked and he had told me how they were boyfriend/girlfriend in high school. Amber had gotten pregnant at 17 and they had gotten married, but she had miscarried four months in. I offered my condolences. Dustin said that she was in a burn to get pregnant again now that they had the house.
Dustin liked to talk when he was well into his cups. He told me it had taken everything they had saved to get into the house. He also said he was a welder by trade and work was beginning to slow up. He said that he couldn't afford a kid right now and that he wished she would lay off about having a baby. The screen door was open so I knew she heard him, but he didn't seemed to care. I just sat in silence feeling somewhat uncomfortable when she would stop and listen to what he was saying.
It wasn't long and Amber called us to supper. Dustin took another beer to the table and I asked Amber for ice water. During supper Amber told Dustin that the garbage disposal wasn't working and if he could look at it. Dustin huffed in frustration and said he would 'get to it when he got to it'. Amber looked over at me apologetically for his outburst. I volunteered to look at it and she began to downplay the issue. I assured it that it was probably nothing major and reassured her that I didn't mind. Amber gave me a look that said 'thank you' and I turned to Dustin and remarked that a woman hates to move into a house that is already having broken appliances. He just grunted and kept shoveling the roast into his mouth.
Amber broke a long silence and began asking me about myself. I told her how long I had lived there, my divorce, work and the usual 'getting to know you' stuff. Amber listened attentively, asking questions when appropriate and we finished the conversation when she got up to fix us some of the cake she had made. Dustin went back to his cooler and grabbed two more beers, both for himself.
While she was cutting the cake, I used this time to go to the restroom. There was only one just off the main hallway. I closed the door and began to relive myself when I noticed a laundry basket in the corner and a pair of purple silk panties lying on top. I couldn't resist the temptation and reached to pick them up.
The panties turned out to be a thong. It felt both erotic and wrong at the same time, to be holding an item that belonged to another man's wife. None the less, here I was holding the silky, intimate fabric that had encased Amber's young sweet cunt. I rubbed the fabric between my fingers feeling its silky smoothness. They were pretty generic, nothing fancy or expensive...but they had held the most intimate part of her being within its threads.
I brought the material up to my face and inhaled deeply. The scent of her womanhood still lingered. I closed my eyes and imagined myself between her slender tan thighs...my face mere inches from her sex...feeling the heat radiate from within the core of her womb...and the sweet scent I was enjoying filling my nostrils.
I heard someone coming down the hall and dropped the thong back in the basket and reached for the door knob. As I opened the door I stepped into the hallway and damn near ran smack into Amber.
"There you are" she said with her sweet smile, "did you find everything okay?"
"Yes of course, I was trying to get something that was stuck between my teeth" I felt as if she knew what I had been doing, and tried not to act embarrassed.
"Oh, I have some floss picks in here."
Amber brushed against my body in an effort to get through the narrow doorway. It was probably my imagination, but I swear I felt her thigh brush across my semi-flacid cock. As our bodies pressed against each other, Amber looked up with her doe like eyes. Her hand pressed against my ribs and I felt a bolt of energy pass between us.
The look and the expression on her face told me she felt it as well. We stood there for what seemed like minutes, but I am sure was only a couple of seconds, our bodies pressed together. Amber's breath hitched and then she turned her head toward the bathroom and continued through the doorway. Our bodies separated and the moment was over.
"They're here in the medicine cabinet somewhere" Amber rummaged around moving bottles around while I watched her lithe body leaning over the sink, "Oh here they are." Amber turned to face me when there was a crash just outside.
I rushed out to the back porch to find Dustin sprawled out on the deck. Beer cans were scattered all around and a little table that sat next to his chair was knocked over. Amber came up behind me, placing her hand on my shoulder and looking around my arm.
"I knew it...he promised he wouldn't get drunk until after dinner." It was clear Dustin had passed out and fallen over.
