It started innocently.
My neighbors of the past 10 years, Mark and Tara, decided to downsize and moved to a town 30 miles away. We had been close, keeping an eye out for each other, sharing a drink, dinner, dog sitting. When I divorced, they had been supportive. When they told me they were leaving I was surprised and a little disappointed. I had always enjoyed their company and I especially enjoyed watching Tara sunbathing along with Kathy, their 18 year old daughter.
I decided to throw a party and invite some other neighborhood friends over for a BBQ and drinks to celebrate the move. The party turned out well and a good time was had by everyone. Tara had dressed to dazzle in a short form fitting sun dress that showed off her 36DD tits, tight stomach and glorious legs. I didn't know, but I assumed, Tara had little or nothing underneath her dress. She also had on sandals that showed her sexy and perfectly pedicured feet with burgundy colored nail polish. In a nutshell, she looked incredible.
Towards the end of the evening, everyone was feeling a slight buzz and content from the great meal we had eaten. Tara approached me while I was cleaning up in the kitchen.
"Thank you for the wonderful party. You outdid yourself."
She reached up and put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss that I wasn't expecting. As her lips crushed themselves againt mine, her mouth opened and she slid her probing tongue into my mouth. Immediately my cock hardened and pressed into her stomach. At the same time I felt her hand slip into the pocket of my pants and she deposited something.
Tara said, "Don't look in you pocket until after everyone is gone. Call me."
And with that, Tara rejoined the party. I stood there a little shell shocked. Tara and I had always flirted, Mark didn't seem to mind, but this felt different...and exciting.
The party ended and only Mark, Tara and me were left. Mark thanked me again and again for the good time and then went to get the car. I was alone with Tara and as soon as Mark was out the door, she approached me and I took her into my arms. I leaned down and kissed her as I pulled her into my body. Once again my cock was pressing into her.
"Thanks again for the the wonderful time and for being such a great neighbor. Don't forget to look in you pocket after we've gone. Do you still have my cell number?"
I replied, "I have it. When can I see you?"
She kissed me again and said, "Soon."
I could see Mark pulling up in their car, so we pulled apart and I walked her to their car. I opened her door, she got in, flashing me a look at her beautiful legs, and they drove away.
I was in a daze and in possession of a raging hard-on. I walked back into the house and, in spite of dying to see what was in my pocket, I finished cleaning up.
When I finished getting everything back in order I got ready for bed. As I sat on the edge of my bed I reached my pants pocket and pulled out a silky, powder blue lace panty thong. I raised it and smelled a musky, tangy odor that was from Tara wearing it as it creased and folded into her pussy and asshole. It was the most erotic smell I had ever experienced in my life. Without thinking I peeled off my clothes and wrapped the thong around my cock and stroked thinking about Tara. Almost immediately I erupted in a epic orgasm, but I managed to not cum on the present she had given me. I showered, fell into bed and dropped into a deep sleep.
The next morning I looked to see the time on my night stand and saw the powder blue lace thong. I almost couldn't believe what had happened. I had always wanted to fuck Tara, but I respected Mark and didn't want to ruin a friendship trying to get into his wife's pants. Now she had practically invited me in and, without any hesitation, I was going to try my best to make sure that I took advantage of the situation I had been presented with.
I got up, cleaned up, dressed and went about getting some breakfast. It was hard to stay focused because Tara was always in the back of my mind. I heard my phone vibrate and I looked to see that I had gotten a text from Tara asking if I had liked her present. Immediately replying I said I loved it, but wanted more.
My phone vibrated again and it has a picture attached showing Tara nude, but covering her tits and pussy with an arm and her hands. The note attached said, "Is this enough?"
My text, "You're getting close, when can we meet?"
Tara's text: "Mark is leaving on business trip Tuesday, take an Uber to this address. I'll be there at 5:00 p.m., please don't make me wait."
This message was followed up with another picture of Tara, but this time her tits were on full display. Her breast were perfect, fleshy mounds topped with dark, two inch areolas and erect nipples pointed straight out at me in her picture. I was aroused and amazed. I didn't know what had caused this behavior in Tara, but I was determined to take advantage no matter the reason. I'm not normally jacking off all the time, but I again was hard as I had ever been and I stroked again staring at Tara's picture and the memory of how she felt. Needless to say, I made another mess.
The next two days passed in slow motion. Going from Sunday to Tuesday was torturous. I kept smelling the lacy thong and looking at the pictures Tara had texted to me. For the life of me, I couldn't understand the change she had gone through. Maybe she had always been sexually adventurous and I was only finding out now that she had moved. Maybe the distance between us had embolded her to show me her true self. It didn't matter to me, I just couldn't figure it out.
Tuesday.
The time had finally arrived for our meeting. I had looked up the address Tara had given me and found it was an up-scale Italian restaurant. I called for a ride from Lyft and was on my way. I felt like a nervous teenager on my way to a first date. I felt like I was in a dream and totally not in control. After a 30 minute car ride, I paid the driver and walked in the restaurant.
I didn't know if I should ask for a table or wander around looking for Tara, but she was at the sign-in desk telling an employee that she had reservations for two. I stepped behind her and kissed her shoulder. She turned, smiled and gave me a hug and a kiss and I felt like I had just won the lottery.
She was wearing a short green skirt that showed off her fabulous legs, a black spaghetti strap top with obviously no bra underneath and a matching green jacket, and, finally, open toed stiletto, four inch high CFM heels. She looked fantastic. As we were shown to our table, every eye, male AND female turned to look at her. She had captivated the entire restaurant.
We were sat in a dark booth, and I ordered drinks. From our time as neighbors I knew what she liked and I asked and was given permission to order her drink.
"I'm impressed you remember what I like to drink."
