The mid morning sun gently warmed Eve's back, her inner calm only fractured by the sound of the moving truck next door which was in the process of leaving. Her new neighbor had arrived very early that morning, waking her from a planned sleep-in, one of her favorite advantages of living alone. She tried not to let the inconvenience bother her, and instead had taken herself outside in a string bikini for a little sunbathing on her back lawn.
There had been a lot of hustle and bustle from next door since the early arrival, but it seemed to be calming down around there. She wondered who her new neighbor might be and silently hoped it wasn't a family with kids, especially a preachy, judgmental family like the one who had just moved out. The wife in particular had often shot her an annoyed look on several occasions. Eve wasn't quite sure whether those looks had been earned in response to the obvious ogling the woman's husband had regularly given her, or simply because of the fairly high number of men who came and went from Eve's house.
She wouldn't have called herself a sex-addict exactly, but there had been days where she was really in need of a good orgasm, and self-pleasuring just didn't do the trick. She liked to pleasure herself on a daily basis, the only exception being when she would invite a guy to stay around all day for a good, long session. On the days where there were no dates planned, if she felt the need, she had a couple of fuck-buddies lined up, but they weren't always available, and she had hoped to meet someone new who might be added to that list.
So while lying there in her backyard on a blanket on the grass, enjoying the sun, she contemplated who she might choose to have if it were up to her. She decided a professional couple might be ideal because then they probably wouldn't be around when she was, and they would be too busy to care about her multiple "guests".
Eve started to get that sun-bitten feeling on her back and she decided to add a bit of lotion to the bit she could reach. As she reached around awkwardly, she felt herself being watched over the fence. "Hi there!" she heard a pleasant male voice call. "Do you need a hand with that?"
She looked up to see, what she assumed to be her new neighbor looking over at her. "Er, sure!" She said. "So you're moving in then?"
"Yeah. I'm Trent." he replied. "I just started working in the city and wanted a place in this area, since its close enough, but I can still have a house."
"You bring your family with you?" she asked. She knew she was being almost rudely forward, but her curiosity over her new neighbors was now piqued, and she wanted to get info so she knew how much trouble she might be in for letting this guy put lotion on her back. She hoped he didn't have a wife or girlfriend who might give her grief for letting Trent feel her up.
"I'm on my own." he said. "I just like having a lot of space to myself. I might advertise for a roommate later on once I'm settled, but I don't know." he chewed his lip nervously.
Now that she knew he was alone, she allowed herself to look him over. Average to handsome face. Straight, short, medium brown hair in a fairly trendy cut. Medium build, but fairly tall. He wasn't bad looking at all, she surmised. It might be nice to have a little eye candy about the place...well, maybe he wasn't quite eye candy, but certainly not bad looking so he'd do. At the very least, as far as neighbors go, she could tell he wouldn't be too judgmental. With his talk about liking his own space he was unlikely to interfere with hers.
Along the fence a little, Eve had a wooden fruit crate and she walked over to it. She turned it upside down and put it against the fence, standing on it. She handed the bottle of lotion to Trent and turned around, moving her long brunet hair aside so that he could reach up and rub some of the liquidy lotion on to her back. He was careful and thoughtful. She had expected him to slip his fingers under the string strap of her bikini at the back, but he seemed to be a gentleman about it all, gently rubbing the lotion on the exposed skin only.
It was over in a minute and as she turned around to face him, he was already handing her the bottle. "Thanks for that." she said, smiling.
"No problem." he smiled shyly back. "I'd better get back to it then." He turned to go, but as she was climbing down from the fruit crate, she noticed him looking back at her.
She was used to the kind of look he was giving her. That look bought her the lifestyle she loved so dearly. It was a look of wistful lust from yet another guy who wasn't sure if she'd give him the time of day.
Eve was an attractive woman in a fairly obvious way. Her classically pretty face was framed by shoulder length dark hair with the slightest wave in it. She kept it shoulder length so that it would stay glossy and healthy, and because she loved it when some of her more adventurous conquests would grab a handful and pull.
A little taller than average, she had a fairly medium build, so she tended not to attract men who liked skinny women, but because she had beautifully round and perky d-cup breasts, she certainly could attract more than her fair share of attention. She knew how to dress the part too. Working at an accounting firm in the city, she maintained a neatly professional wardrobe, but somehow it was just a tiny bit too tight in all the right places. She had a policy of never sleeping with anyone at work, but that didn't stop her enjoying the attention she received from all of her male co-workers.
On this particular day, in nothing but a tiny red string bikini, she wasn't at all surprised at catching Trent looking back at her. The only irritating thing about it was that, as usual when she received a little male attention, she had started to feel annoyingly horny. She noted that it had been a slow week. It wasn't unusual for her to meet up with 2 or 3 dates in a week, but this week she'd had a lot of overtime to fulfill at work which had left very little time for socializing. She'd almost considered offering the new junior a quickie in the mail room just to scratch the itch, but then decided that it wasn't worth the potential hassle of being caught or bragged about.
Eve sat back down on the blanket, checked to see if the coast was clear, and tugged at the tie on the back of her bikini. She felt it fall away and put it to one side. Rolling onto her stomach, she closed her eyes and felt herself drift for a while, but she couldn't help but notice the itch growing. It wasn't helped by her now hard nipples pressed against the cotton blanket she was lying on. She opened her eyes, lifted herself up on her elbows and allowed her breasts to brush the blanket properly. She sighed at the slightly warm feeling growing in her bikini.
She decided to go inside. Maybe it was time to distract herself with some housework and then, if that didn't work, she could always go to bed and use her vibrator for a while. Lifting herself up onto her hands and then her knees, she heard Trent's voice "Oh God, I'm sorry".
From her all-fours position, she turned around and realized that, not only was he able to see her ass first, but he could most certainly see her bare tits. Despite his embarrassed apology, he didn't seem to be looking away, so she decided she may as well play up to him. After all, he'd already seen almost all there was to see, and she was confident he wasn't exactly offended.
She stood up and walked toward him smiling. "Hi there." She said playfully. "What can I do for you?"
