Monique, my lovely neighbor, called to me over the back fence, thru the bamboo curtain that separated our yards.
We said our 'hellos' , I threw her dog a packet of new tennis balls, and we chatted about nothing for a few minutes, when she asked if I had any beer, and if so, she would be right over for a cold one.
I told her "of course", she trotted into her house, and I went into mine, so I could straighten up a little.
I live alone, and have become a little... comfortable, in my housekeeping, cleaning up only when afraid that if I died, someone would know I lived this way.
At any rate, about 15 minutes later, she showed up on the porch, but not wearing the jeans & bandana she had on in her yard, but a very slinky long dress.
I let her in, and verbally and visually admired her body, she is a very striking 5'6" asian lady, almost perfectly proportioned, at least for my tastes, which leans heavily towards Asians, relatively short, and of slight build.
I suppose it's because they are so 'child-like', and still legal to fuck.
At any rate, after holding her hands in mine, at shoulder height, and openly admiring her body, she came into my arms, and hugged me closely, and tightly, I could feel her lovely little tits poking into my chest, and I loved it.
I tried to behave as if I did not really want to ravish her on the spot, so I controlled my hand movements on her back, waist & ribs.
Barely.
I mentioned I had expected her to arrive in jeans & bandana, she said she showered & changed as a sign of respect.
I should have taken my cue right there, and ran into the shower, but was afraid she would think that a little too weird, and leave, so I just said I could shower, but have showered twice already today, and unless I'm offensive, I was afraid of becoming waterlogged.
She, of course, replied that "You are fine, just the way you are", and hugged me again.
After a few seconds, or minutes, my mind was lost in a fog of controlled lust so I don't know how long, really, I mentioned the beer, but she said that beer is bitter to her, what else had I?
I stated I had some nice vodka, and some pretty good burbon, but nothing but cranberry juice to mix, and she opted to have burbon on the rocks, so I pulled down two 4" glasses, popped some crushed ice in, and accidently filled her glass too full, she took it, tasted it, and smiled, so I simply poured myself an over-full glassfull too.
After setteling down on the couch to chat about everything & nothing, she was intent on opening me up, so I mentioned I miss visiting nudist clubs, because they don't like single men, and she popped up with "I will go with you to a nudist club", with the most intense & lovely smile I had seen in a while, so I told her "Great, I'll set it up", thinking she would not really.
However, after I walked her home, I did get online, and renew my membership in the AANR, just in case.
We sat together, moved about, I gave her a gentle foot massage, because I found her foot on my leg, which in hindsight, she may not have wanted, because she did protest a little, but moved away so I could manipulate her foot.
I kept it clean, and surprisingly, didn't motor up her leg to her pussy, and start the massage I really wanted to give her, and I can only say that I simply did not believe she wanted anything from me, she just wanted to be my friend, and help me become more 'sociable'.
She caught me looking at her lips, and told me that life is too important to not say the things we really mean, she asked me to tell her what I was thinking.
I finally did tell her I thought her lips were delicious, and would love to be kissing them, and her hair was so black and shiny, and smelled so clean, I thought she was one of the most desirable women I had ever met.
I don't know how, but she let it pass with an appreciative smile, and 'thank you' comment, and conversation continued.
It was simply incredibly comfortable being with her, and aside from wanting to bury my face in her pussy, I was totally at ease.
When I mentioned I seldom went to restaurants, or movies, because it was simply no fun doing those things alone, Monique said "I know!", and that she would love to come over to view video, or go out to eat with me, or to do whatever.
I remember telling her that would be great, and we talked for a couple of hours, I believe, time stopped for me, and all I know was it was dark when she said she had to get home.
I told her I would walk her home, and she accepted with another great smile.
She was full of lovely smiles that night, and when we arose from the couch, she again gave me one of her great, tight, tit-piercing and very long hugs, and I'm afraid I let my hands wander a little more than I should have, and told her I found her incredibly sexy and desirable, to which she again made appreciative 'thank you' type comments, and we finally parted, and on the walk around the block, she was on my arm with both hands, all the way.
I still felt she was simply 'that way', a super friendly person, who only wished me good things, and we parted at her walkway, and I came back home.
I have been thinking of her almost constantly, since.
It's now the morning of the 7th day, and I've been kicking myself for not giving her my phone number, and I can't call her, she IS, after all, married.
I thought great, warm, sexy thoughts of her all week, and this morning, about 7am, I was out in my backyard, just in case, and she did, indeed, pop out to the fence, tell me she had a ride coming in about 10 minutes, I told her to wait, I would give her my cell#, ran into the kitchen, grabbed a pen & notepad, wrote the number & sprinted back to her, gave it to her, and simply admired her breasts, so lovely in the morning light, she finally said "I'm glad to see you", turned & ran to the house to catch her ride.
I wore the cell all day, hoping she would call during her lunch, but no luck, I began to believe it was simply wishfull thinking on my part, so full of energy, about a call from her, that had been building all day, and it was instantly released when the cell phone buzzed against my hip.
I answered, and her sweet voice told me she was tired, having worked all day, her 13th in a row, and was too tired to come over.
I told her I understood, and didn't really expect her to, anyway, that it was just wishful thinking on my part, that she would even want to.
She was silent for a moment, then said she would take the dog for a walk, near my place, if I was still up, I could join them.
As quickly as I could, I stepped into the shower, soaped, rinsed, grabbed some medical sweats, respect, you know, and was watering the lawn when she walked up with the dog, I turned off the water, and joined them.
We walked the 2 blocks to the lake, she let the dog off the leash, and he ran into the meadow, chasing whatever dogs chase in meadows at night, then she turned to me, and simply slid into my arms, she wrapped herself around me, and I instinctively engulfed her in mine, she fit so wonderfully well, her tits pressing into my chest, I was surprised to think they were tiny again, and without thinking, slid a hand up to cup a breast, she turned slightly, to better enable my engulfment, and exhaled a long breath, as if she had been holding it a long time, and she moaned, as she ground her perfect little tit into my palm.
I instinctively pulsed my fingers closed around her breast, she moaned again, pulled herself against me tighter, and rotated her shoulders in a way that actually rotated her tit into my hand.
I was so surprised by it all, I simply enjoyed the sensations, never thinking social thoughts at all, cared not that she was another's wife, the life partner of another person, I was simply being a sexual animal, totally enjoying the feeling of such a wonderful tit in the palm of my hand.