So having moved to a new area it was a delight to find that all our new neighbours seemed very friendly, most having children of their own, and accommodating. It was new estate and therefore at some stage everybody was new. To this end the older couple who lived at the opening to the estate organised a little get together and everybody got on famously.
Being the sort of gent that enjoys the company of ladies and appreciates the conversation, attitude and indeed pleasures that only a lady can provide I surveyed the new neighbours for prospective 'fantasy fodder' and I was not disappointed. Although the bathroom/en-suites had frosted glass if you screwed your eyes up tight and used a degree of imagination it was almost, just almost possible, to see the forms behind them. Over the weeks and months that followed both myself and my lovely wife got to know some of the neighbours well and enjoyed their company greatly. As time progressed I began to feel that my next door neighbour, a lovely young lady from Northern Ireland, was taking a little more interest in me than was strictly necessary and being a family man, albeit with a roving eye, I took it at face value and just flirted a little. I had often noticed that when I was home alone Katie would be in her garden in little shorts and a skimpy vest top but hey it was summer. Of course I took every opportunity to study her form and could often make out the outline of her nipples as they stiffened in the breeze. Again being sensible I did not act upon this merely watched, enjoyed and perhaps fantasised.
Now my work takes me all over the country and even sometimes to Northern Ireland, Katie's birthplace and having mentioned in passing that I was going to be working a weekend there in late December it came as something of a surprise when she said she was going home just before Christmas to see family, deliver presents, and catch up with old friends -- the same weekend I was going to be there..... I thought little of it until two days prior to that weekend when she asked where I was staying and if I fancied a 'wee' drink on the Saturday night. Naturally I expected that she would be out with friends both nights but commented that wouldn't it be odd for me to join her and friends. She replied that it might not be a good idea to do that, so quizzically I said but it is just a drink or two isn't it? So we exchanged numbers, I had never had any reason to have her number previously, and off I merrily went to Belfast. Friday evening went by and Saturday at work all I could think was what will happen this evening still innocently thinking I'd see the sights and some nice bars but not really expecting anything erotic.
After work had finished I texted Katie to say I was done and that I could be ready in about half an hour after sprucing myself up (just jeans and a smart shirt) and she replied suggesting that she was looking forward to it and was already 'dolled up'. I had showered and was just about to get dressed when there was a knock on my door. With just a towel draped around me I suspiciously opened the door a little, perhaps expecting a maid or other hotel staff only to find a very giggly and slightly tipsy Katie. I had no choice but to ask her in and oh my word did she look good. I had seen her sort of dressed up before but not in her Saturday night finery. Just above the knee tight fitting and low cut black dress, black patent heels, sheer black holdups (as I later found out), and a little fur jacket. With her hair poker straight she looked incredible and I knew that my towel was going to struggle to contain what I was fighting below. I complimented her profusely and gave her a little peck on the cheek being very careful to keep my rapidly hardening cock at distance. She joked that I seemed surprised how well she scrubbed up and all I could do was jibber and say that I did not expect her to look quite as hot as she did and that I had not realised her figure was quite as good as I was now seeing. She quickly threw back my hot comment teasing me by saying that she had no idea I found her hot but also teasing saying that I must have known what her figure was like from all the times I had watched her in the garden. Blushing I turned away and made for my en-suite to get dressed. Bold as brass, well she is Northern Irish she asked why I needed to get dressed in en-suite to which I replied that I was in no state to get dressed in front of her even if I had wanted to.
