My Dear Readers,
Disclaimer:
What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.
Some spelling and grammatical errors are mine however some are intentional. Which is witch I leave as an exercise for those anal enough to care.
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Enjoy.
Dom Woolf
P.S. This short story was inspired by a readers letter. Thank you BG13.
The Neighbor
She sneaked a peek out her front window watching the house across the street. Almost every weekend since He had moved in, there were parties of the most intriguing people. Cars would arrive soon after dark and couples or quartets of people dressed in leather or cloaks or very short tight dresses would alight from their cars and laughing and snuggling would practically dance up to the door and disappear inside.
They were never loud noisy parties. You never really heard them at all except for the unusual music that seemed to drift on the air most evenings, haunting sensuous music that seemed to reach down deep in your body and trigger memories of hot wet naked bodies all tangled together.
Late at night, always after midnight and sometimes as late as dawn she had watched as people left the party, cozy together, seemingly spent. Not drunk and noisy, just glowing as thought very satisfied.
She remembered being that way, very satisfied and loose and relaxed, snuggled against her date after certain parties a long time ago. Back before she had gotten married, back before kids and household chores and laundry and meals and cleaning had taken over her life. She missed the freedom to go and play until late in the evening with no worries about getting up in the morning, getting the breakfasts, and sending hubby off to work and life. She sighed.
She wondered what went on over there, in that house, she could see but not envision. What strange things happened behind those closed drapes and fenced-in back yard.
It wasn't that she wanted to give up her husband or child, wasn't that she wanted to be single. She just wanted a little mystery, a little excitement. Hell to be honest she just wanted a little more oomph in her sex life. She wanted to be a little crazy, a bit daring, and mysterious, to have something new or unusual happen. To be ravished just a little, maybe spanked just a bit, forced to go just a bit further, to have to try just a bit harder to please.
Time to start dinner.
The very next Wednesday she had arraigned for a sitter to come by and pick up the kids, so she could get her hair done and do some shopping. She dressed up just a bit more than she usually did. She expecting to treat herself to some "me" time for a change, when the fates she had been grumbling at all week stepped in and changed her life.
She had locked up the house, grabbed her purse, and shut the door behind her hearing the lock snap into place when she realized her keys and cell phone were sitting on the table in the kitchen. The front door was locked tight, as were each of the windows and doors all the way around the house.
So much for me time.
The only neighbors that she knew had of course, gone to work or out someplace. That left only one place for her to go, the one neighbor who was always home; the house across the street.
She had only seen him once standing in his front yard, wearing black leather pants and no shirt as he spoke to the mail lady about something. She remembered he looked like the guy from the highlander show but without the ponytail.
She knocked on the door, almost afraid to disturb the quiet. She could hear the rumble of his voice even if she couldn't make out the words. The door was inched open by the most slender fingers attached to the longest nails she had ever seen. The face of a woman appeared framed by long black hair.
"May I help you?"
She stammered out her explanation, neighbor, locked out, need to use the phone. Sometime in the middle of her babbling the door opened revealing the woman's tall thin figure dressed in the thinnest swimsuit she had ever seen. It was as if a long piece of black ribbon was draped off her neck, crossed her nipple, slid down between her legs, wound around her waist and returned up the opposite path to cross her other nipple and tie behind her neck. The material was so thin and delicate that you could count the bumps on her nipples and see the division of her labia. It covered everything and yet shouted sex and nudity and wanton displays of femininity.
The fingers and those long red nails curled beckoning her into the house and pointing the way into the living room as the woman shut the door behind them.
The interior was rich and dark, solid woods made up the furniture and the walls and floor where it wasn't covered by hand woven rugs. She stepped into the living room and there He was, once again shirtless, seated in a comfortable overstuffed chair, wearing a brief nylon swimsuit that clung to every bit of him. Kneeling at his side, on a large square pillow, was another woman, a redhead in a dark green swim suit. She was half reclined over the arm of his chair and he was stroking that mass of red hair, as one would pet a cat in your lap.
"Our neighbor from across the street. She's locked herself out and requests use of the phone."
"Of course." His free hand gestured towards the phone on a table next to a most unusual love seat. It was made in a figure S but was open between the places where two people would sit.
She tried to call her husband and her sitter, then several friends. All she got was voice mail. She left messages then sat wondering what to do next.
