A flashback to how it all started.
My new neighbors moved in next door to me over the winter several years ago now. A married couple in their mid 30's or so, similar age to me. Sean is a good looking guy, clean cut, fit, about six foot, outgoing and funny, but he definitely married up. Rose is stunningly beautiful with great cheek bones, long toned legs, a great balance of curves, and her light brown skin was flawless. Her dark brown hair both matches, and accents, her enticing brown eyes.
We hit it off real quick, sharing interests in all sorts of things. Sean and I often would head out flyfishing or skiing over the weekends, and sometimes all three of us will go out for a hike or an adventure around the city. We spend numerous evenings together, having dinner, drinks and talking late into the evening. Sean would often go to bed earlier as he has early mornings in the office. On those nights, Rose and I would typically have another drink or two on their patio or mine, and talk late into the evening. It worked well as I mainly work from home and she only worked part time, also from home. These are my favorite nights.
One night, after having a couple bottles of wine with dinner, Sean announced he had to head home early as he was flying out the next morning on a business trip. After the traditional booing and heckling he'd get for this he got up from next to Rose on the sectional patio couch, gave her a kiss, and said he'd be leaving real early for the airport so he probably wouldn't see her in the morning. Sean walked around behind me, put his hand on my shoulder and thanked me for dinner, and asked if I'd make sure Rose was ok while he was gone, even suggesting we have dinner and drinks to keep her company. She laughed at him, saying she'd be fine, but the company would be nice since it was a long trip. I said I'd make sure to make her favorite dish of mine one night. Good enough Sean said as he walked across my back yard, went through the gate between our yards, and disappeared into their house.
Like usual, Rose and I stayed up. I opened a different bottle of wine, filling her glass, then mine. Ohh, trying to get me buzzed are you she laughed with a bit of a mischievous grin as I handed it to her and I took my seat back in the opposite corner of the sectional. She raised the glass to her lips, taking a long, slow taste. My eyes caught everything about that moment which appeared to happen in such slow motion that it seemed to take minutes.
I watched her lips take hold off the edge of the glass, so red and full. The way she tilted her head back to drink exposed her neck showing how the muscles contracted as she slowly, almost sensually, swallowed the nectar. The way her eyes were shining in the soft light as she lowered her glass with the moan of approval as her tongue slowly licked the residual juices from her lips.
I noticed the way her legs were curled up under her on the couch, her skirt that showed off the smooth brown skin of her legs, and her bare feet with the red colored nails. I took in her colorful, sleeveless blouse that hung off her shoulders showing her toned arms, and how it hung loosely over her chest, yet somehow perfectly outlined and hinted at her breasts. I noticed how her fingers wrapped around her wine glass, with the same red nails. God, I was completely lost.
I could hear this far away voice, but couldn't understand the words as they seemed mumbled and distant. Then again, this time a little louder, closer, and slightly clearer. I slowly came out of my fog, realizing Rose was telling me how much she liked the wine. She was describing it to me, as we often compared and discussed tasting notes, and although I couldn't put it all together I snapped out of my trance. I managed to say that I was glad she liked it so much and that I had just picked up a case of it. Oh really she said, guess I know what I'll be doing the next several evenings as she gave me a smile and her eyes locked on me.
I was again sent into the abyss as I met her eyes, seeming to see into her and through her at the same time, like fully seeing the true her for the first time. I slowly came back around again, wondering if I was out for a couple minutes or just a few seconds, or if she even noticed. Feeling my member filling and swelling between my legs pulled me back to reality, I glanced down, glad to see that I wasn't pitching a massive tent, but there was an obvious bulge. I tried to refocus by taking a big sip of my wine, while casually crossing my legs to hide my growing bulge. I told myself everything was fine, that it was just the wine going to my head and that Rose didn't notice anything. I quickly mention how beautiful of a night it is with the full moon and offer to fill her glass back up, my confidence slowly returning.
That is, until I looked up at her and saw her eyes move away from the bulge in my pants and hear her say oh good, you made it back from wherever you went, a sultry smile pasted on her face. I froze for a second, my heart pounded in my chest, oh shit she noticed all of it I thought. I watched her eyes slowly move back down my body to what was now a full tent, and i had no way to hide it.
I swear I heard her say mmmm, what is happening there as she pulled her legs out from under her. I was helpless to do anything but watch her long legs unfold, briefly seeing up between her legs getting a glimpse of her white panties as she placed her feet on the ground. Don't worry she said, since it may be a little, ummm, hard for you, I'll get my own refill. Oh fuck I think to myself, a little hard for me huh, as I'm sitting there feeling like my cock is going to split open. Why was this happening I thought. Of course I had noticed her beauty and sexuality, but never had it been more than just an appreciation.
I couldn't help but watch her backside as she walked to the table on the other side of the patio and poured more wine into her glass, knowing she saved me the embarrassment of having to stand up and show off my now massive bulge.
I was focused on all of her, her legs, bare feet, and how her hips moved to the light music in the background, but I couldn't tell you what the song was. She turned around with the wine bottle in her hand, walking back to the couch, looking directly at me the whole time. Her hips had a natural sway as she walked back over, her leg brushed against mine as she steps past me. She turned away from me, bending over slightly to put the wine bottle and glass on the small table while giving me a great close up shot of the back of her thighs and her perfectly tight ass. God it was all I could do to resist reaching out, putting my hand on the inside of her thigh, and slowly tracing up her leg. But then she surprised me.