This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and incidents in this novel are wholly the product of the author's imagination and have no substance in reality. Any resemblance to actual persons whether by similarity of name or description, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this novel are over eighteen years of age.
Chapter 01
Lovely Laura my new neighbor.
On first seeing her I had been immediately struck with her singular beauty. She and her husband had moved into the house across from mine and I had studied her comings and goings, registering her petite curvaceous jean-clad figure and the charm of her lovely face from that distance for some three weeks. I had not had occasion to speak with her until one day I heard a soft knock on my door and when I answered she stood on the porch. "Hi! My name is Laura, I'm your new neighbor. Could I use your phone, our line is dead?"
"Of course, please come in," I replied.
"Thanks so much," she said stepping lightly across the threshold. Up close her charms were thoroughly evident, and the brief top and hip-hugging white shorts she was wearing gave me my first glimpses of the beauty of her bare legs, her shapely derriere, and the rest of her delightfully curvaceous figure, which rather than being voluptuous was of a more modest perfection. Nearly nude the brevity of her costume left little to my imagination and I was treated to all but the most intimate aspects of her beauty on this our first encounter.
I led her to the phone and left her to make her call to summon a repairman. She finished and stepped into the kitchen where I was brewing a pot of coffee.
"Thanks again," she said.
"Would you like some coffee?" I offered.
"That would be nice," she smiled, and instantly I was again charmed by the beauty of her face; the timbre of her voice; the fresh feminine scent of her perfume; her readiness to accept my invitation, and the whole aura of sensuality radiating from her being. As we stood and chatted I took the measure of her shapely frame. A head shorter than I her slim petite figure was ideally proportioned between long curvaceous legs and a short torso, her narrow waist flaring out to shapely hips and luscious buttocks, her neat little breasts lifting provocatively to the firm buds of her nipples visible beneath her brief top.
When she turned her buttocks hollowed at the sides drew my attention to her lush derriere, and the subtle tilt in her lower back accented the lift in her buttocks as though she were offering her cheeks to my hands. Her tummy, neat and flat, topped her luscious loins descending into the charms of her delightful delta.
While hidden beneath her brief fitted shorts the swell of her swollen pudenda was generous enough to capture me, and the front seam of her shorts created a delicious little valley between the folds of her sex drawing my attention down to her lovely thighs, curvaceous calves, slim ankles and shapely feet. My gaze craved to linger on that delicious space between her loins but I forced my attentions elsewhere, settling instantly on her lovely face once more.
She wore her dark hair swept back in a French Twist, accenting the beauty of her facial features, her clear gray blue eyes and delicate brows, her short graceful nose above the inviting beauty of her mouth and lips all summing up a face alive with interest and charm.
Her age I put in her late twenties, and in every aspect I found her to be a very rare model of physical perfection. But beyond that I sensed an even rarer quality of sensuousness that struck a chord of sympathetic eroticism within me as she simply radiated sexuality, and she knew it.
Her arms, her hands, were slim and graceful in their movements. When she lifted the coffee mug and sipped I found myself gazing in rapt attention at the movements of her shapely lips and the quick touches of her lithe little tongue over them. That she was aware of my attraction to her she acknowledged with occasional quick glances into my eyes, subtle amused lifts of her eyebrows, and soft smiles upon her sumptuous mouth even as she pursed her lips to sip the coffee.
I found my attention captivated by the movements of her luscious lips and my phallus hardened at the instant fantasy of her mouth moving over its bulk. The vision of her lovely face so engaged rather overwhelmed me, and as she glanced up into my eyes for an instant I wondered if she had divined my thoughts.
Averting her face and glancing down with a shy smile she murmured, "I guess I'd better be getting home." Her movement arched her neck exposing its shapely contours to my gaze and my mouth suddenly craved to search out that sensitive hollow above her delicate clavicle.
She was about to place the mug on the counter when I reached for it and found her hands instead. The warmth of her slim fingers in my palms was a delight and for a delicious moment she lingered under my touch. Her eyes found mine in a steady half amused regard as I clasped her hands around the mug. "It has been a real pleasure to meet you Laura," I said.
"Yes, I think we will be ... good neighbors ...," she smiled her hands still in mine as though she was in no hurry to end the touch.
I stared into her lovely face and felt the urge to draw her to me, an urge that I sensed she was not resisting. Again my firming phallus signaled its aching response to her beauties and our eyes locked in a mutual and unstated understanding that acknowledged the arousal she was awakening in me.
After all, except for the skimpy coverings of her top and shorts she was virtually naked down to her bare feet for this our first meeting and her body was simply exquisite. That she knew I was utterly charmed by her attractiveness I saw in the subtly droll smile touching her sumptuous mouth.
The soft smooth warmth of her hands still in mine invited an irresistible subtle caress upon her fingers. My touch flowed over her knuckles to her wrists and lingered there. Her eyes fixed on mine, and I read in her smile her willingness to perhaps tolerate this intimacy for the moment.
"That's a lovely ring," I offered glancing down at the sumptuous gem on her right third finger as I sought for an excuse to continue holding her hands.
She extended her fingers displaying the ring for me, and my fingers moved to the underside of her wrists savoring the smoothness of her skin while I observed that she wore only a simple gold wedding band on her left third finger.
"Presents from my husband," she replied rather winsomely without withdrawing her hands from mine.
Emboldened by her permissiveness I stroked the smooth undersides of her hands with my fingers, a caress that craved to climb to her forearms and draw her into an embrace, and I sensed from the expression in her widened eyes that she read my need.
My desires in those memorable moments of our first meeting flowered instantly within me and my hands inched up her arms, but then she murmured meaningfully: "My husband will be home soon..."
Her neat brows lifted in amused regard yet she did not withdraw her arms from my hands, leaving that restraint to me, and her eyes held mine as my touch descended slowly from her forearms to rest upon her hands and lift the coffee mug from her grasp with one hand while I continued to hold her other hand with mine. She looked soberly and steadily at me then as I held her hand, my fingers resting in her palm, my thumb caressing over the back of her hand to savor its warmth and delicate shapes.
"You'll have to meet Jack. His bark is worse than his bite," she smiled, her free hand lifting gracefully to flick her dark curls from her forehead, her gaze lingering amusedly on mine.
"I haven't seen much of your husband yet."
"I know," she returned, "when he's not working he's golfing. Do you golf, Mister?"
"No. I'm a painter."
"You're an artist?" she quizzed with a sudden interest.
"Yes. Would you care to see my studio?" I said, delighted at this opportunity to prolong our encounter.
"Sure," she exclaimed with a happy lilt in her voice.
My hand over hers I felt her fingers curl neatly into mine as I led her across the room to the stairway and turning, so I could pleasure my senses with her beauty, I drew her down the steps studying the sensual fitness of her nearly nude body in movement as she descended into my space of delight.
Here in this sequestered room I had for years freely indulged my creative explorations of feminine beauty. Its walls were decorated with the framed results of the collaborations with my models ranging from the merely decorative to the utterly erotic. "My goodness!" Laura exclaimed her lovely eyes widening with surprise, her free hand touching her mouth in modest shock, yet her captured hand tightened in mine with an unconsciously spontaneous sympathy to what she was reading in my paintings.
This, my latest series, had focused on revealing the pleasures, delights, and sensuousness of gorgeous girls in those most private ecstasies of female self-pleasuring, and most particularly in that moment when they had reached orgasm. From Laura's reaction I could sense she knew all too well what I was striving for, as she wiggled with a little giggle of appreciation.
"As you can see I favor the female nude," I smiled at her
"For sure, and that's not all you favor!" she gasped, her lovely mouth gaping knowingly, her eyes darting up to mine in intimate admission that she knew all too well what delights such exercises offered. Emboldened by her reactions I casually I lifted my hand from hers to stroke up the length of her bare arm and over the delicate smoothness of her bare shoulder, my fingers feeling the warmth and quality of her skin, the movement bringing her to my side. I could feel then the way she was relaxing into my space, the warmth of her body mingling with mine, and the way the perfection of her figure molded so perfectly to my physic.
A soft knowing smile touched her lips and her eyes opened wide with appreciative interest as I drew her from one erogenous view to the next. "That's pretty sexy stuff!" she muttered.
"Do you find it 'interesting' Laura?"
"I can see that you certainly find it interesting, Mister. Where did you find all those beautiful girls, and how do you get them to pose for you like that?" she giggled meaningfully up at me.
"I have found that most beautiful women are pleased to share their loveliness with the world, and I just tell them what I want to see and they give it to me," I replied with a little squeeze of her lovely shoulder.
