Stephanie peered out her living room window one afternoon. "Yes!" she shrieked to herself. "He is home."
The "he" she referred to was her neighbor across the street, Daniel. He would leave the country for about a month every other month, and, when he did, he left a gaping hole in the neighborhood. Daniel epitomized the expression "eye candy". At six foot with hazel eyes, he left her breathless. Add to that the shaved head (she loved shaved heads), the trim physique, and his freaky nature and she would get lost in a world of desire. In her own mind, she coined him "Mr. Yummy" simply because he was scrumptious to look at. Always a welcoming neighbor, she rushed across the street to greet him.
"Glad to see you back, Daniel," Stephanie greeted as she walked up the walkway to his house with him.
"Yes, it was a long trip this time," Daniel acknowledged.
"It is good to see you home," Stephanie said with a bit too much zest. "So what are your plans while you are home?"
"Oh, you know, the usual," he replied. "Get caught up on bills, clean the house, do yard work, hang out with friends, do my taxes..."
"Well, if you want to have a glass, I have some fresh tea at home; you are always welcome to drop by." Stephanie suggested as she turned to return home.
Once she got to her door, she turned to take a long, lingering look at Mr. Yummy. Daniel liked her tea, so she knew he would come over. A nticipating him coming over that night, Stephanie went inside to get ready. She soaked in a luxurious bath with lilac bath salts. She shaved her legs, her armpits and most importantly, her pussy. Stephanie stepped out of the bath and covered herself with her purple jewel-toned robe. Looking in the mirror, she took stock of what she saw -- brunette hair in a sassy cut, smiling emerald green eyes, and a curvaceous figure that no one would be ashamed of, and a mouth most said was full lips worth kissing. Not bad for a thirty five year old, she decided. Daniel and she did not have "that" kind of friendship, but she could always hope.
If a person peered through her bedroom window, they would assume she dressed to meet a lover. She slid into lavender silk bikini panties with a hint of lace around the top and a white lacy bra that was guaranteed to produce cleavage. She dressed in a simple black and white checkered tank top and a pair of snug jean shorts that emphasized her waist and ass. After putting on her makeup and doing her hair, she was ready for whatever Daniel wanted to happen, if anything.
Two hours later, after seeing Daniel do work in his front yard; she heard a knock on her screen door. "Come in, come in," Stephanie beckoned. She heard a wolf whistle coming from the foyer. "Looking good, Stephanie, looking good..." Daniel whistled again for good measure. "I have to admit, the thought of you looking so good gets me through the days on the rig."
She blushed as she confided, "The thought of you makes the days you are gone not seem so long. When do you take off again?"
"About three weeks," Daniel looked for a calendar to make sure.
