It was quite a while after Bob and Nan moved away before we got new neighbors in the duplex we lived in on post. We had a very young couple show up for about a month and left without any explanation. Mandi and I never got to know them, as they stayed more or less sequestered the entire time.
Bob and Nan had left their fencing materials with us and we took advantage of the situation by fencing in the entire area behind the house so our dogs had plenty of leg room. This was a happy situation for us, and we were glad to oblige the housing agency folks by keeping the entire area mowed and trimmed, and they handily overlooked the fence encompassing the entire area.
I got home early one day from work and Mandi told me as soon as I walked in the door that there was someone looking at the other half of the duplex. I grabbed a couple of beers and wandered out behind the house to find a young man standing on the back stoop of the other side with his hands in his pocket, whistling to himself. I walked over toward him, only to discover a small mutt of a dog came wandering around the porch toward me.
"Hi there, little guy," I greeted the strange dog.
My dogs wandered up and it appeared obvious that they had already met. Mandi had left that little tidbit out. I traded a beer for a handshake and the guy told me his name was Blaine, and his wife's name was Molly, and they were moving into the other half of the duplex. Blaine was about 10 years younger than me and seemed to be a rather easy going, casual type. My initial impression was that we could get along just fine.
"This is Alky," he said, pointing toward the mutt.
"We call him that because you can't set a drink down with alcohol in it or he will drink it dry. Then he gets drunk and falls down a lot!"
I wasn't sure whether I should be appalled or laugh, so I chuckled and asked what he was mixed with.
"Don't know," Blaine said quickly, "but Molly liked him and we decided to give him a home."
I had a border collie/black chow mix that was mostly black with white patches and white spotted feet. Alky looked like the result of the spare parts left over when my dog was built. He was white in all the black places, black in all the white places, and about 1/3 the size. We chuckled over the concept.
Blaine was giving the place the once over before he signed his name on the dotted line to take it, and we drank two or three more beers before he left. He said he liked the house, the location, and decided he would take it.
"What about your wife?" I asked.
"She doesn't care. She just wants out of the place we are living in now. It sucks."
I wondered to myself why she had not accompanied him on this inspection trip, but kept it to myself. After he left, Mandi asked me what she thought of him.
"Nice enough, real laid back," I told her."
"Same here," she agreed, which made me wonder what was up, since she never came away without a distinct opinion that she would share with me whether I wanted to hear it or not.
About a week later, Blaine showed up driving his old, rust eaten pick-up, followed by a classic Oldsmobile station wagon that seated at least nine people, maybe 30! They got out, and I tried to be casual and not stare. I could tell little about the female who left the car and went straight into the house. I went out back and in a couple of minutes, Blaine and Alky appeared out the back door.
I asked if he wanted a beer, and he said. "Sure."
I grabbed a couple out of the refrigerator, and went out back. Mandi and Molly came out about the same time. I looked at Molly and was stunned. She had a beautiful face, but what struck me was the fact that even under a loose shirt I could see some monster tits, so big no amount of camouflage could hide them, and while she was about 20 pounds overweight, she had a very tight waist, and an incredible ass. Let's be honest here. Molly was the epitome of plush! You know, the Mae West hourglass figure that flowed upward to a great chest and flowed downward to large, overstuffed hips. That she was with a goof like Blaine was stunning.
We made introductions all around and Mandi offered Molly some wine (of course). She quickly accepted and the two of them dashed off into our house. Blaine and I chatted about his move-in schedule (there wasn't one) and if he needed any help (didn't know) and what his military job was (a machinist), and did he mind if Alky went with me and my dogs for a walk at a private area we loved (he didn't).
The ladies came back out with full glasses and a bottle uncorked. We sat out back for about an hour just making small talk, and getting to know each other. They went back in their house at dark, and Mandi and I went in to grab a quick bite to eat (Blaine and Molly had already had dinner).
We hadn't much more than stepped in the kitchen that Mandi said, "I guess you got an eye full of Molly!"
I proclaimed my innocence, saying, "I don't know what you are talking about at all. I have been a gentleman and kept my eyes to myself."
"Bullshit.....not with those tits!"
When I asked what exactly I did, she refused to go into detail, but later, after a couple of more glasses of wine, we went to bed, and I threw down a serious pussy eating on her and then pounded her pussy doggy style until she got a couple of good orgasms. The subject was dropped.
Molly turned out to be an interesting person. She was a harpist. Yeah, that's right, someone who plays a harp. We took this with a grain of salt until we saw a strange van pull up at their house about a month later. A couple of hours after the van arrived, Molly came over and asked us to her house. When we entered, an older couple was seated in the living room, who she introduced as her adoptive parents. Standing in the corner in the dining area was a beautiful concert harp.
She asked me if I knew what a tuning fork was. I did, and she handed me a velvet-lined box of several, and asked me to help her tune the harp. I struck the forks while she made adjustments. Mandi chatted with Molly's parents, and we had the harp ready shortly. Molly pulled up a chair, strummed the instrument a couple of times, and launched into an exquisite piece of music.
Mandi and I were almost dumbfounded to hear such wonderful music coming from a harp we were sitting beside. I had never met anyone who played classical music on any instrument with such orchestral flair. While she was playing, Molly slipped out and returned with some wine and beer in a cooler on ice, and Molly's parents joined us for drinks while Molly played some wonderful music.
Time went on and months went by, and Blaine and Molly would party with us sometimes, have dinner, or go with us to take the dogs walking. One Saturday evening, we asked them if they would like to grab some hot dogs and burgers, a tent, and all the dogs, and head down to a local area by a large creek where we could swim, build a fire, and chill for the evening.
We decided to stay out all night to avoid having to run a gauntlet of military police checkpoints for drunk drivers. They decided that would be fun, and we jumped into our vehicles and headed off to our little private area. Upon arrival, I gathered some wood and built a small fire. We had some drinks before getting there, and after a few more, decided that we should go swimming in the creek.
Now it wasn't very deep, barely over waist deep in fact, but what the hell. It was wet and cool on a hot summer night.
Of course, not long after we headed into the water, Mandi said, "Forget this shit. Let's go skinny dipping!"
We hauled out of the water, and Mandi and I dropped our shorts and t-shirts. Blaine was right behind us, but Molly seemed a bit shy. Mandi and I went back into the water, and a short time later, after a head to head discussion with Blaine, Molly and Blaine joined us. I had a difficult time not getting a raging hard on when I saw Molly naked.
Her tits weren't just huge, but they sat up on her chest like some Vargas drawing from Playboy magazine. Like I said, she was plushly plump, in just the right places, including a high-rise ass and nice legs. I was looking at her out of the corner of my eyes when Mandi came up behind me and grabbed my cock.
"I thought so," she whispered, "She's a doll, isn't she?"
"Are you jealous?" I asked.
"Just a little" was all she said.
When we came back out of the water, Blaine had Molly sit pretty much behind him instead of facing the fire like the rest of us. I figured he was a bit jealous of her and didn't want anyone to be able to see her completely naked. We stayed naked for most of the night, finally crashing on sleeping bags, leaving the dogs loose as our sentries. Next morning, we quickly cleaned up and left for home.
Molly got a job playing her harp at Sunday brunches. This led her to practice a couple of evenings a week. I was taking some college courses and had a paper to work on, and Blaine had just gotten himself a game console. Mandi grabbed a couple of beers and some wine and told me I could work on my school stuff over at their house, while she and Blaine played with his new game console. Molly would be practicing on her harp.
Not long after we got there, while Blaine was in the bathroom, Molly told us, "My boss at the hotel told me something the other day after brunch that I'm not sure whether to be offended or not."
When we encouraged her to go on, she told us, "Well he came up to me as I was putting away my harp and said that I did a great job but there was one thing that disturbed him. He would really like to see me dressed in my white high heels and nothing else while I played my harp. It was sort of a fantasy of his"
I asked if he had made any further comments or done anything overt that could be construed as harassment, and she said that he hadn't. We told her to keep things cool for the time being but if she didn't want this kind of attention make it clear to him.
Well, this image dived into my brain like an A10 Warthog on a close support run. I felt a twinge of hardness creeping into my shorts. I was sitting at a small table, so it wasn't noticeable. After some game time, Mandi asked Blaine if he had any beer in the house. We had put off making a beer run, and when he didn't have any either, they decided to make a run to the store.
After they left, Molly was still sitting at her harp working on a rather difficult movement when she noticed me looking at her.
"What?" she asked curiously.
"I can't help thinking about what you said. I understand completely why your boss said that. I think it would be absolutely fascinating to see you playing your harp in just your white heels." She laughed and told me I was just dreaming, but gave me an impish smile as she continued to play. A couple of minutes later, she said she had to go potty, and would be back in a minute. I dived back into my writing, and barely noticed when I heard her coming down the hall.
She stepped into the room, and said, "Is this what you're talking about?"
I glanced up and then did a double-take. She was completely nude except for those kicky white high heels. She was luscious. I almost failed to wipe the drool off my mouth.
