For over a year it was the same thing. They always had a date every Wednesday and Saturday night, always starts off at the same restaurant, a walk along the canal, conversation, he would walk her home and then a kiss on the cheek and he would watch her enter her house, listen to the door lock and the lights come on. They had a signal, she would always turn on the upstair hall light first then the kitchen light immediately afterward, if all was well then within a few minutes the front room light would come on once that happens he would walk, home.
For over a year this was the pattern twice a week she would wear clothing that would show off her perfectly formed body the thick cascading hair, the golden skin, full heavy breasts, the hips, legs and lets not forget her ass. Every date she would wear clothes to show off her body and at first he thought it was for him but every night the kiss was still the friendly or even worse, sisterly kiss on the cheek. The closest physical contact she allowed was her hand on his arm when they walk. She did seem to have an especially bright smile for him and that made up for some of the lack of intimacy but just some.
Tonight she was wearing a sundress with thin straps, spaghetti straps he through they were called. The dress fitted her form closely from her hips up and the skirt was loose and full, allowing it to sway with her motion, the upper part of the dress appears to be so close fitting that she was not wearing anything under it. In fact he was sure of it as he could see where her nipples were pushing against the fabric. He could even she the motion of her breasts under her dress as she move her nipples sliding against the fabric becoming a little more pronounce. She must know how she appears to him but once again he only got her dazzling smile and a kiss on the cheek when they met at the restaurant.
