Over the next couple of weeks Cindy and I fell into kind of routine with only slight changes. We were good friends and neighbors with benefits, in a manner of speaking. Every few days she would appear with an envelope with my name on it. I always paid great attention to the requests inside.
We continued with motivation sessions. The routine was almost the same each time. She would need to be spanked to be motivated and of course this was to be administered on a bare bottom. However, now I had a blank check on how this was done.
Like last time where I actually undressed her myself. I made the process slow, and made her stand in front of me, totally naked, while I gave her a small talk about Motivation. Then I would bend her over the arm of the sofa, that I now called Cindy's Place, and spank her sweet bum. Once I even used a small leather paddle that had I purchased at a sex shop just to spice things up. I only had to smack her a few times to produced amazing results. After she exploded in one of her amazing orgasms, she would suck me off in her world class form. She had a lot of little tricks. We both were having, or what appeared to be having, the most explosive orgasms of our lives.
It had been a couple of days since I had received a note. I had just finished a late afternoon run in the park when I saw Cindy in her running gear, sitting on her steps drinking from a water bottle. She too seemed to have just finished a run.
"Hey," I yelled as I came up. "Somehow I missed you on the trail. Looks like you had a good workout."
"Hey yourself," she said, which had turned into our standard greeting. "I took a new route today. It was tough."
"Good to see you hydrating. You know, I read an article that after some water, a really cold beer was excellent for hydration."
"Did you now?" she smiled. "What magazine was that, Brewers International?"
We both laughed and I invited her up for a beer. Since we were both sweaty in our running gear we just headed for my deck. I got a couple of very cold brews from the fridge and went out to the two loungers on my deck. It was a beautiful afternoon, and as I might have mentioned, my deck is very private being on the end of one of the buildings.
"Here is to hydration," I said as I lifted my beer in a toast.
"To hydration," Cindy replied. And took a long sip.
We sat and talked about nothing in particular. It was always easy from when we first met to just hang out. We never just sat and discussed our Motivation Meetings as I had come to call them. We kind of kept our good neighbor and friend relationship separate from our Motivation relationship. It seemed to work.
Cindy had on a nice little jog bra and running shorts. With her tight, trim body she looked great in her workout gear. But then, she looked great in anything she wore. Even better without anything to wear.
I looked over at her and realized something. "You know, I don't think you have ever had on a bra up in my place since we met."
She laughed. "I think you're right," she said. "If it makes you nervous, I can help with that." Then she put down her beer and wiggled out of her jogging bra and dropped it on the deck. She smiled a sly smile and said, "Better?"
Well, it certainly was better. I never got enough of her wonderful perky tits and those amazing nipples. She had nipples that you could hang a Christmas ornament from. I had a vision of a Xmas card with Cindy in a stocking cap, naked form the waste up, with two little ornaments hanging from her harden nipples. It was a great vision.
I took a long look at her tits and said, "Much better." However, I was a bit of a surprised with something so, well sexual. It was outside of our Motivation sessions. This was new, but greatly appreciated.
She just smiled, lay back in the lounger, closed her eyes and let the late after soon warm her body. It was nice we were getting so comfortable with each other. Just like all good neighbors and good friends.
"Another one", I asked?
"Sure," she said without opening her eyes. She had the cutest contented smile on her face.
I came back with a couple of beers. The warm sun had quickly caused the bottles to sweat and they were dripping as I walk over to her. The devil in me made me hold her beer over her well-formed chest as the moisture on the bottle slowly slipped down its side. A drop was hanging on and I gently wiggled the bottle and it fell directly on her extended little nipple. A one in a thousand hits.
Cindy let out a little scream and grabbed her breast. "Oh, you'r bad. You are really bad," She scolded. "Remember, payback is a bitch," she smiled as she took the beer.
