The sun had already gone down when he got home from work, the house dark and silent. It was like that every night now, since the divorce.
High school sweethearts, for twenty years they had been married. His wife, sorry Ex-wife, and daughter had always been very close, doing nearly everything together. When their daughter Amber had gone off to college, Dyan apparently needed a new hobby. One that ended up involving a pair of knee pads and a married coworker at the office.
"Grrrrrr!" he growled aloud just thinking about it.
Not even bothering to turn on the light, he walked through the living room to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, the light inside sliced through the darkness. Reaching in to grab a beer, he popped it open before pouring it into a clean glass. Normally he would have just reused the glass from the night before but Amber was back in town for a few days and had done quite a bit of the house chores he had been neglecting.
'It sure would be nice to see her right now!' his kids were his pride and joy. 'Smart and funny like their father!' He thought to himself. But tonight Amber was out with some friends while Eric was off camping with some friends, kind of a last hurrah before shipping off to college themselves.
Walking back to the living room he plopped down in his recliner and turned on the game.
"Oh Good Lord!" he said aloud when he saw the severely lopsided score. "What, are you guys starting the cheerleaders!?" he cried out in frustration before turning the TV off, tossing the remote across the room to the couch.
He sat there in the dark a moment, the silence sinking in. The house felt so cold and empty lately, which was part of the reason the house chores were being neglected. He was spending so much more time at work. It helped his mental well being if he was always busy.
A flickering of light to his left caught his attention as he saw his neighbors moving about the living room.
Brian was home! Tom knew it had to be Brian because Brian's wife was in Minneapolis for a business conference she had been talking up for several weeks.
Brian was a good guy who had moved in a few years back and always enjoyed sharing a good beer. Thinking nothing more of it, Tom grabbed the rest of the six pack from the fridge and headed out the patio door.
Not bothering to turn on the outside light, he cut across the grass, through the bushes and up to his neighbor's patio door. He was just about to knock on the glass like he normally did when he wanted to get Brian's attention, when he saw movement.
The vertical blinds were angled toward the living room and from his vantage he had a great view and what he saw gave him pause.
Brian was not alone!
Brian was standing behind a young woman, who was bent over, hands on the entertainment center, as he tightly drew in the thick black laces of a bright red leather corset.
He couldn't believe his eyes! Brian was messing around with another woman! Tom knew he should leave. Knew he should go back home and mind his own business but he stood transfixed.
Taking another sip of his beer he continued watching.
With several more jerks, the laces, finally tight enough apparently, were tied off. Tom watched in perverse anticipation as Brian had her turn about. He couldn't wait to see her face, wondered who it was. At the very least it might give him a good image for later.
Taking another sip, he was disappointed when he saw she wore a mask. Not just some blank plain mask but you know, one of the really ornate ones with feathers, jewels, and rhinestones. It was painted red and black to match the contrasting colors of her corset. Covering most of her face, it left only her eyes and mouth unobstructed.
Stepping in close, Brian seemed to attack her mouth, his tongue darting in. At first Tom thought the young woman was resisting but then he realized it was only because she was surprised by the intensity of the kiss and had momentarily lost her balance.
As the kiss continued, Tom watched in amazement as Brian picked her up with ease and set her on the entertainment center, her thighs parting readily to let him in.
Just as suddenly, the kiss broke off leaving the young woman breathless, and clearly wanting more, as she nearly fell off her perch. Even without seeing her whole face, her body language and eyes said it all.
Brian just walked away, grabbing what looked like a beer of his own.
'We gotta share beers like this more often." Tom thought as he watched his friend take a seat on the couch.
The young woman continued sitting as he had left her, straight backed with her delicious thighs parted. Not daring to move, she appeared to be waiting for some sort of command ... yet no command came.
Brian just sat and watched her, the woman appearing to wilt under his gaze but did not dare break eye contact now that it had been established.
'What would you have me do Master?' Tom imagined he could read her thoughts. In fact he was thinking much the same thing.
Tom watched as Brian tipped his head back, taking another drink.
Taking another drink from his own beer, Tom was surprised to find the glass empty. Cracking open another bottle, he didn't bother with the glass for fear of missing part of the show, and instead took a long pull straight from the bottle.
Not breaking eye contact with his guest, Brian set the glass on his knee and pointed to the loveseat with his other hand. On the loveseat was a large flat box Tom hadn't noticed, apparently neither had she.
Her gaze turned toward the box and then back with a questioning look.
Brian nodded an affirmative before taking another drink.
The young woman appeared to take a deep breath before sliding off to walk to the love seat. For the first time he had an unimpeded view of her body.
She was short, maybe only 5'2"-5'3", lithe and petite. Her high firm breasts, left exposed by the corset, were crowned with thick, eraser head sized, nipples. Over to the loveseat she padded, her black fence net stockings attached to the matching garterbelt peeking out from beneath the corset.
