Danielle was walking the fine line between exhausted and excited. Her party was going very well. Her kids were out of town for a school trip, a rare event, and she took the opportunity to treat herself to a night of friends, food, and wine. While she didn't drink herself she liked watching her friends have perhaps a bit too much. Nothing like loosening some tongues and inhibitions to make the night a bit more entertaining.
The night was better than she could have expected. Danielle was dressed to the nines in a bit-too-tight purple velvet dress that hugged her thick curves. She had briefly debated going without a bra, but she simply would not have been comfortable. She settled for being able to see her bra straps through the fabric and decided she still looked pretty good if she did say so herself. Her silvery hair was freshly done and hung in open curls framing her face. In a nod to comfort she wore no jewelry and went barefoot. Her new glasses completed the look that she decided to call "sexy librarian." Given her walls were mostly covered with bookshelves the idea wasn't far off. Most of her friends were a bit more informal, but the invites didn't mention a dress code so she didn't mind. Her look separated herself from the crowd as the hostess and truth be told, she got a thrill from being the center of attention, even if it was just the initial reaction when she answered the door.
Just before 11, as the party was starting to wind down, there was one last knock on the door. Danielle walked up to answer it, her night lending a confident sway to her hips, and was thrilled when she saw who it was. Michael, her new neighbor, was leaning in the doorway in a crisp white button down, dark slacks, and a black corduroy jacket. He met her eyes with a sly grin.
"Sorry I'm running late. Thanks for the invite, I really wasn't expecting it."
Danielle wasn't expecting him either. They hadn't spoken since a week ago when she showed him a house down the street and they ended up rolling in bed most of the day. She thought about their unexpected tryst every day, occasionally more often, while she would play with herself. In the shower and more than once with her face buried in her pillow after her children were asleep she would be moaning is name, "Michael" and fantasize about his lips on hers, fingers holding her thick nipples, or his long cock parting either set of her lips.
Had she accidently added his name to the invite list? His e-mail could have come over if she had entered the wrong Michael in her address bar. Or maybe she subconsciously just wanted to see him again. Hell, consciously she knew she wanted to see him again. Despite what they had done, she was still shy. She had never done anything like this before and while she desperately wanted whatever this was to continue she wasn't sure how.
"Oh! Of course. Um...please come in!" she stammered. "Everyone, this is Michael, he just moved to town and is buying the house down the street. At least I really hope so!"
"Well," he followed not taking his eyes off her "I really like what you've shown me so far. I may ask for one more tour though."
Danielle was flustered, a deep blush creeping down her neck to her chest. None of her friends noticed as Michael made his introductions. She was able to compose herself and took another moment to look Michael over. He was still delicious. Tall, broad shouldered, slim, but muscular. In profile, she swore she could see the outline of his penis, hanging low. Did Mary just glance down at his crotch? She did! Mary glanced over and raised an eyebrow. She was rewarded with Danielle's blush returning in full force. Danielle lifted a hand to her flush and looked over to find Michael staring at her as if waiting for a reply.
"Sorry?"
"I was saying you have a beautiful home and was hoping you'd give me the tour?" He ran a hand through his shaggy dark hair and down his rust colored beard in what may have been a kind of nervous tic.
Michael took a step closer, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her out of the room. Danielle heard a titter from Mary as she walked away. She led him room to room, shifting from hostess to realtor, almost as if she were trying to sell the house. For his part, Michael played the polite guest. He complimented Danielle's home adding in appropriate laughs or yeses and nos. She could feel him standing close. Michael purposefully closed the gap when he could. His hand never completely leaving her and occasionally stroking her just a bit. The tour ended on a small balcony off the master suite. Despite being a crisp autumn night in upstate New York, he took off his jacket, folding it over the rail.
"I'm glad you invited me. I wasn't sure how you felt about last week." He stepped closer to her, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her closer. Slowly he moved his face to hers and kissed her softly. Pulling back he looked into her eyes. "You're not sure either are you?" It amazed her how she melted a bit. Her ex could never have guessed her thoughts like that.
"No. I mean, I want to. I enjoyed everything we did. I actually already like you a lot..." Danielle mumbled as she trailed off.
"Yes?"
"And you're...well, sexy as hell."
"I was thinking the same thing about you."
"Here's what I'm going to do," he said, patting his jacket. "I'm going to leave this here. When the party's over I'm going to come back looking for it. Then we can be alone in the house for a bit. If you don't want that, all you have to do is remind me while I'm on the way out the door and I'll get it and leave with everyone else."
Danielle pondered for just a moment before agreeing. She really did want to spend time with him and Michael seemed more than eager. This way she was in control. She could stop it all at any time. Grinning, she lifted his jacket, shook it out and held it in front of her with a vixen grin. As Michael's lips tightened in disappointment she folded it lengthwise, and hung it back over the railing. Holding his eyes, she took Michael by the hand and led him back down to the party.
Over the next few hours the pair discovered how much they actually had in common. Both were closet nerds, fond of the same movies and shows. Both were intelligent and witty enough to keep the other laughing through most of the night. Their interests were similar enough that before the night was over it seemed they had inside jokes, replying to each other with obscure movie quotes and one word replies. Finally, the party started to wind down. The moment came where one person moves towards the door and everyone simultaneously takes the same cue. While the men put on their jackets and women gathered their bags, Michael met Danielle's eyes and knew he had forgotten his jacket. He got all the way to his truck. Even turned it on. After giving himself a ten-count he reopened the door with a bit too loud of a "Damn!" Passing a couple in the driveway he asked if she had seen his jacket. Finally, reaching Danielle's door he knocked loudly. Danielle opened the door and Michael saw his timing was just a bit off. Mary was there saying a long goodbye.
"Sorry Danielle, but have you seen my jacket?"
"I'm not sure. You may have left it upstairs?"
Michael wandered upstairs leaving the pair to break themselves up and strolled to the balcony where his jacket hadn't moved. He took a deep breath and sat with his back against the cool wall of the balcony. He hadn't quite realized how high it was. Sitting, his head was almost six inches below the edge. After a moment of staring at the stars he heard the front door shut.
"You better figure out where he went! He may have passed out somewhere!" Mary called back to the house.
"I know. I'm sure he got turned around or just had to go to the restroom."
After another moment, Danielle found Michael still lounging, one leg out, eyes skyward. He looked toward her and smiled. As he was about to get up, he heard a noise from below. "Danielle? Did you find him?" It was Mary. She saw Danielle and was checking up on her.
"Oh! Yeah, he's in the bathroom. Poor thing had too much to drink!" Danielle called back down, walking to the edge. She leaned down over the railing next to Michael giving him a wonderful idea. He scooted forward a bit, placing his hands on her calves. Running his hands up and down he applied just a bit of pressure guiding them apart. His hands ran higher up to her thighs and began kissing up and down their length. Starting at her knees and running up to the hem of her dress. His kisses became more possessive, insistent. His hands snaked up her legs under her clothes. Between the kiss and the fact that his fingers were suddenly brushing against her panties, Danielle knew there was no denying how much she wanted him. He shifted a bit and reached his middle finger inside, sliding his thumb over the hood of her clit. The instant shock sent waves of passion thrumming through her pussy. Danielle's hips began riding his fingers, thrusting slowly over and over. Her pussy lips felt swollen, and that ache was building fast. Michael's smile never wavered as he looked up and watched any remaining resistance melt away.
