It's been awhile since I last published... I hope this one will draw your interests.
If you have a dislike for extramarital sex... or classify it as 'cheating'... then please bypass this story.
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It was strange because we'd known each other and lived next door for almost ten years. She is married and I'm single but she doesn't work outside the home while I work from my home.
We'd always been friendly although her husband was one of those guys that I never could like much. We spoke and helped each other occasionally but I always helped him more often because I was mechanically inclined. He was nice enough to volunteer help sometimes when I was moving something and even though I had a hand truck for anything heavy he would hold the door or help me up or down steps.
I don't mean that he isn't a nice guy because he is but he's just not the personality type that I've ever been able to appreciate. Strangely though she and I had always hit it off well. She was a gal with a personality that I liked and she was all heart with everyone and she smiled a lot.
This doesn't mean we ever did anything except talk until about a year ago. For some reason we began flirting and it was all innocent but fun. It was then that it seems she started wearing her clothes differently or maybe they were just clothes I'd never seen her wear but I looked and enjoyed.
I remember one morning when she had gone out and began washing her car. Our kitchens sat across from each other and our driveways and garages were adjacent. I was finally doing my dishes from the previous night and that morning I saw her out my kitchen window. I waved and as I washed I kept watching her.
She'd finished soaping down the side of the car that faced me and moved to the opposite side where she was facing me. I'd really enjoyed the view from the back. She was wearing faded denim cut-offs and a thin white shirt but when she got to the other side of the car I noticed that water or soap had splashed onto the shirt and it was nearly transparent. At least it was transparent enough for me to see her nipples almost as well as if she were naked. The curve of each breast with this view was mixed in my mind with my previous view of her ass and legs as she'd worked.
I don't exactly know why all of this turned me on so completely but it did. At times my Libido is probably just too strong.
I remember a remark the postman made one day as I held my hand out to receive the mail "That pear-shaped gal next door really has bright red hair doesn't she?"
It was true, her hair was a solid red and I suppose to some guys she did appear a bit pear-shaped with her smaller breasts and larger hips and full round ass but I liked her that way. I don't mean her breasts were tiny because they weren't because they were probably a B or C cup and seemingly disproportional to some of the rest of her.
I'd always wondered about her breasts though and wondered if her nipples were pale and if she shaved the red hair that a natural redhead has elsewhere. I didn't exactly dwell on it before that day but now that I could see through her shirt I knew her nipples were each full and not pale at all.
I quickly finished the dishes and piled them in the plastic drain-dry thing I'd bought to let them air dry. I'd bought a dishwasher more than three years before but I didn't like the way it frequently left spots of food on some dishes so in most cases I continue to wash them by hand.
When the last silverware was in the drain fixture I pulled off a paper towel and dried my hands while I headed toward my kitchen door then went out to say hello.
She had just picked up the hose and was beginning to rinse the car. She'd washed it in the shade and so she had time to chamois it before the car dried and spotted.
She glanced up with her smile and said "Hi. Want to help?"
I smiled back and mentioned that the washing was finished but she smiled back and pointed to a chamois and said she always had trouble reaching across the top of the car to dry it right.
I walked over, picked up the chamois and had her spray it so that I could wring it out and not try wiping while it was dry and perhaps scratch the paint.
When she'd finished rinsing the wheels I'd already finished the top of the car. She walked over and said she could finish the rest of it by herself and thanked me.
I'm well over six foot and as she reached for the chamois I held it high so that she couldn't reach it although she jokingly tried.
I commented that I loved the view from up here as I worked and she could sit on her kitchen step and just let me look. I was looking still at her breasts when she caught me then looked down.
Instantly she turned beet red and apologized,
I told you we flirted and now it was my chance as I said that I didn't mind at all and that I'd always wondered what perfection looked like.
She grew even redder if possible and tried to cover her breasts with her hands.
"Hey! Don't do that and besides I've already seen them so you might as well let me enjoy them further." I said it as a tease but it worked and she put her hands down.
She responded "I knew I should have put on a bra but it's so warm these last few weeks I thought it would be cooler this way. I didn't know this shirt was transparent when it got wet. It sure isn't when it's dry."
She continued as she stood back and before asking if she could finish the drying. "Besides, my breasts are small and not worth looking at."
I smiled back "They look perfect to me and I wouldn't be looking if they weren't." "I've always wondered what they looked like even though I've seen your nipples fighting against a blouse every once in a while."
She told me. "Really? When? I don't go without a bra very often."
I teased again "Oh. Sometimes you seem to be wearing one of those mesh bras that are probably more comfortable but they conform well to the skin."
She continued "I do have several of that kind of bra but I didn't notice that anyone could see nipples through them. You don't think my breasts are too small? My husband does I think."
I replied "They aren't too small at all and I'll bet hubby doesn't think so either especially when he's playing with them."
She added with a smile "Sometimes I wish he would play with them but he stopped that years ago. It's nice that someone likes them."
I returned her smile with a bit of a mischievous leer "Well if you ever have that wish again just let me know and I'll see if I can't handle them."
She laughed and said "I'll remember that and who knows maybe I'll see."
I was just finishing with the chamois and stood back with a gesture to it and said "Your chariot awaits you and if you see any spots on the top just bring it back and I'll take care of them. Satisfaction is my guarantee."
She must have recognized the double entendre and I watched as she blushed and put the hose and bucket away, took the chamois and thanked me. I was still watching as she climbed the steps again and went back into her house.
I let out my breath and went back into mine but when I glanced over from the corner of my kitchen window I saw her smiling through hers.
I suppose that's when the seriousness of my flirtation with her responses began to truly develop.
She liked to dry her washing in her backyard and would carry heavy loads there at least once a week and let them dry in the sun even though I knew she had a dryer. I supposed she used the dryer when she was in a hurry or it was raining outside. I'd always been puzzled that she never seemed to hang lingerie on the lines before I realized that she probably hung them up inside the house where nobody would see them.
I seemed to notice her more often after the car washing and one morning she saw me outside and came over. It was a dark day with thick clouds and the forecast was for heavy rain.
She caught my attention and I went over. I'm an electrical engineer by education and both she and her husband knew it.
When I was looking up at her on those steps I noticed her wearing something I'd never seen before.
Her outfit was a short black leather skirt and a sleeveless black leather top but what was truly strange to me and drew my attention even more was that the top looked like something Madonna might wear at a concert.
There were rolled and coiled black leather spirals that wound around and enclosed each breast. Each coil was studded with almost continuous small brass studs. The spirals ran from nipple to chest and formed pointed pyramids at each tip.
It was gaudy but sexy I thought and she must have seen my curiosity and stare because she glanced down and said "I should have changed. I've been wearing this around the house in the daytime for a year trying to get some use out of it. I spent a lot of money on it just before I was married but when I put it on during our honeymoon my dear husband told me I looked like a cheap street walker. I took it off and haven't worn it since until I got tired of seeing it in my dresser drawer and decided to wear it until it falls off." She laughed again "It's horrid isn't it?"
I cleared my throat and swallowed the saliva that had formed in my mouth before I told her how good she looked in it. Then with what I thought was my sexiest smile I asked her to turn around and model it for me.
She wasn't sure but then she did and with that short skirt and her turning around four steps above me at her kitchen door I got another great view. She was wearing panties but the skirt would have covered her ass if we'd been on the same level. From where I was standing now though it showed bare cheeks and the hint of lips from behind and through those panties.
