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."
