The movers strain and sweat in spite of the cool autumn air. Watching, with pink shorts and tie-shirt in the front, I am amused at their frequent glances at my body. A voice behind me, dripping and sensual, remarks, "Dear, you have a MOST attentive audience!"
Perhaps she had felt my own gaze earlier on her ass as she was weeding her lovely garden. There's a wonderful smile and her eyes are brown and bright. They don't hide her thirsty approval of my tanned, curvy figure near the fence. She also has no bra, and it is apparent to me when she was on her knees digging with the hand-spade, that under her thin, tight shorts...no panties. With my back to the sweating men, they could not see me lick my lips...
"My name is Betty!" she gushes in greeting, her nipples large, prominent in her hubby's T-shirt. "I'm so glad that someone has finally moved next door to me! I've been lonesome for company!" Her eyes scan again, and I smile when I move closer to the railed length. "Dot," I smile. "...And so happy to meet you! I hope we can become VERY good friends!" I spread my legs and rock a bit, and she notices the crease between my pussy lips through the tight, "Daisy-Duke" shorts.
One of the movers shouts to me, "Hey, lady. I need to know what room you want this chest!"
I whisper to Betty, "My god! THAT particular item has my "erotic goody" box in the center drawer! If he opens it, he'll pole-vault back to the van!" Betty laughs so hard her titties giggle on top of the fence! I'm thrilled the comment amuses rather than disturbs her.
I know she watches me sway to the van, and I am very aroused with so many eyes that follow my every move. After I tell the man where to take it, he moves off...and I come back to the fence again. Betty is still there, her gorgeous tits resting soft, full, and splaying on the broad span of the top. It's 12" wide, so I rest my nipples on my side of the ledge. Betty does not budge when our nipples touch. Instead our eyes are locked and we say nothing for about 15 seconds. I feel a warming from her eyes. They seem to fuse with knowing.
"Why don't you come to dinner tonight, Dot? Hubby is out of town...AGAIN! And I can give you a "proper" welcome. Delightful dinner...a bit of wine perhaps? Fireplace? I'd really love for you to come!" There is a nice rolling timbre in her voice at the word, "come."
"Delighted!" I reply, loving her use of the word, but mentally with my own erotic spelling. "I'd dreaded the thought of being alone tonight," I continue, "And I really want to make new friends, especially with you!" Her eyes grow very large, so beautiful and flashing in the sun. She pats my hand and stares boldly at my nipples again. "I think," she whispers, "We'll get to know each other quite well this evening. I'll build that nice fire after dinner while we chat about our thoughts...and many other things, ok?" A wandering finger barely grazes my granite nipple, and I arch to her.
"You've got a date!" I say provocatively. "About 7pm?"
"Splendid," she replies. "...And dress casual! I don't think we'll need any frills!" She watches me stretch, and her eyes are lasered again on my hard nibs. Our eyes are locked...even more intently than before.
With reluctance, I twitch and sway across the lawn to the grunting men and filling house.
The entire afternoon, many very erotic thoughts streak through my mind like sensual comets on a very pleasant journey...
I wear my favorite blouse, sheer black with lace that barely covers my nipple tips. I love to barely conceal my 38d's when I feel this hot! The top slants deep in alluring "V" to just above my belly button. The skirt is split front and back; tight, and short. I think my whole attire will show well in candle light...and SO delicious against the back-drop of a robust fire.
At 7, the traipse across the yard is a wet anticipating mind-trip through the grass. A rather stiff wind has cooled the afternoon air and my pointy grapes react by straining against the lace...
Betty is so beautiful tonight; a mini skirt draped with ½"ruffles at the bottom. Split along both sides. She too has worn a wonderful low-cut peach blouse which plunges to her navel. Seems our idea of a pleasure evening has melded very nicely!
There seem to be zillions of candles throughout the home. She holds a candle near my face.
"How beautiful you look!" she tells me.
"And you are such a beauty!" I reply. Even before the table is set, she has already started the fire, and tiny flames consume the huge log in the center.
The dinner is a feast! Prime rib, croissants, broccoli, baked potato...and a large bowl of Concord grapes for nibbling. She watches me roll a grape between my thumb and finger, smiling into my eyes when I lick it first, then ease it gradually into my mouth. The air is crackling between us. Her tongue moves very slowly over her moist lips and she moves a wet finger through her cleavage. "Ooooooo...that feels delicious!" she squeals. She knows I am fascinated with her sensual, feminine movements. My eyes gleam in the amber light with approval.
I've leaned back on the sumptuous sofa, uncrossed my legs and parted them slightly. The split in the mini is now quite wide. Her eyes salivate at the sight of my upper thighs.
"This is all so wonderful!" I say; "So enticing, scrumptious and inviting!" I know my voice is a soft purr, appealing in the subtle innuendo of the moment. We both are sharing thoughts not yet spoken. There is the sensuous eye-lock again, and neither of us hides the powerful focus on each other's bodies. Our eyes are roving over titties, tummies, thighs and calves, providing ample views that, for the moment, our sexy clothing veil from total view. We both know what our mouths are thinking! Ummm!!!! I know my gaze is an erotic rake that devours her splendid body.
We sip wine on the sofa, close by the fire. That, plus the candles, are the only light. But the dancing hues on the wall could not be more conducive to erotic, rabid sex! Then she takes my hand for a tour of the rest of the house.
A long plush hallway ends at the master bedroom. And such a room it is! There are Reubens copies on the walls; nude, plump women who were the beauties of that time — legs clenched tightly at the "V" but shaved as was the custom then.
But what appeals most are the one-sheet mirrors on every wall! And on the ceiling too! Our images are reflected everywhere! The Gods have truly smiled on me for having moved to this place. There's also a four-poster bed with soft straps dangling from the headboard. I have an image of her arms secured and hubby sprawled between her legs, devouring abundant cum when she gushes to his mouth! Or perhaps another woman feasts on the dripping, pouty lips! My mind is whirling with these lovely thoughts!