"Russ, it just gets so frustrating sometimes," Nicki said with exasperation in her voice. "Bill isn't much into foreplay. He just wants to fuck, with no loving prelude. It's just not the way I get into making love."
I was talking to Russ, my nextdoor neighbor and someone I've known for a long time. He, his wife Jenny, Bill, and I have been friends and have socialized together ever since we moved into the neighborhood some 15 years ago.
"Well, in a way, Nicki, you're not alone. Jenny isn't much into some of the things I enjoy, things that excite me and turn me on," Russ replied to his slim blond-haired, blue-eyed neighbor.
I had stopped in before my run, wearing the sexiest little nylon shorts and short T-shirt top. We were friends, yes, but that didn't stop me from being terribly attracted to him sexually. And, frankly, we both felt that attraction . . . it was evident from our conversations and desire that bubbled beneath the surface when we were around each other.
"What kinds of things," I asked.
"Well, like blowjobs and handjobs," Russ replied, blushing slightly. That shyness in him made him so damn attractive.
"Does she not like to give them or isn't she that good at them," I asked.
"Nicki, she just doesn't like to give them . . . and I love them. They make me, well, want to fuck so bad," Russ said, smiling and looking at me.
"Okay, Russ, I'm going to make a suggestion and I don't want you to take it the wrong way, k? Bill and Jenny are going to get home in an hour or so and I think we should get each other a little horny . . . and then we'll be ready to enjoy our spouses."
"Nicki! You're being bad," Russ said, kiddingly.
"No, no, no," I replied, "I'm not suggesting we do anything, not really, just get ourselves ready for our spouses!"
Russ was wearing jeans, nice snug ones, that showed off his trim, athletic body. His sandy coloured hair, pale blue eyes, and sexy smile were so tantalizing.
"Soooo, sit back, k, and I'll get you nice 'n horny for Jenny," I said.
With that Russ sat back, stretched his legs out, and waited for whatever I had in mind.
Teasingly, I ran my hands over his legs, feeling his well-toned body. Over his knees, up on his thighs, up higher, then back down . . . up, my hands sliding along the denim material, going high on his thighs, then back down. I continued this for probably five minutes and saw the effect it was having. Russ's cock, thick and oh-so hard was so visible beneath his jeans. Every time I ran my hands up his thighs, I saw his cock lurch ever so slightly. This was going to be fun!
