I was pushing my shopping cart through the grocery store, picking up the essentials I was needing for a weekend of smoking brisket and sausage. I'd managed to land two good-quality beef briskets and some sausage that I know will be enhanced by a slow smoke in my pit. I was about to finish when I remembered I need to get some more heavy-duty foil for wrapping the brisket in. I made my way over to aisle ten and see the backside of a beautiful woman on the aisle.
She's wearing a summer sundress, and it looks great on her! She has fantastic legs, and I'm immediately drawn to her. Long blonde hair with really tight curls reaches just past her shoulders. She turned and looked back at me and smiled, and I realized it was my neighbor, Kim.
"Hi!" she said with a big, friendly smile. She's a great person to have as a neighbor. Her husband is a petroleum engineer that works overseas several months a year. He's kind of an odd guy in an "I'm more intelligent than you" way. We get along, but he's just not that friendly. He's probably got more education than anyone I know, but the man can barely pull the starter rope on his mower. Maybe that's why he has a yard crew take care of his lawn. I'll never know what she sees in him. Maybe he's hung like a horse or something, and the money he makes has to help.
"Whatcha doing?" she asked as I brought my cart up next to hers.
"I'm going to smoke some brisket this weekend," I told her. "I picked up some brisket and sausage. I might do some jalapeno poppers."
"Oh, that sounds delicious!" she said. "I love barbeque. Mike's more of a steak guy, but we always go out. He never grills."
"Well, I should have this done Saturday evening, if you'd like a plate." I told her.
She stopped short for a second, as if she were hesitating to answer, but then she said, "Mike's in Saudi Arabia, but would you mind? I'd love some BBQ."
"Never a problem!" I assured her. "I'll start smoking tonight, and it will be done around six tomorrow. Just come on over."
"Thanks!" she said with a smile. "What can I bring?"
I said it before I even realized it. "Just yourself and another dress like that." I had replied.
She turned her head to the side a bit as if testing me and said, "Well, maybe not just like this. I'm not wearing panties."
She smiled and quickly walked away.
She had to know I was staring at her backside because, at the end of the aisle, she turned back and caught me.
"Saturday night." She said with a giggle and turned the corner and was gone.
I stood there in the middle of the aisle for a few minutes, lost in thought.
I actually made it to the parking lot and realized I'd forgotten the foil and had to go back inside!
Friday night finds me on the back porch. I've been monitoring the offset smoker for a few hours now. Making authentic Texas-style pit-smoked barbecue takes some time. It involves long hours of monitoring temperature levels, adding wood, and drinking beer.
I had settled into a long night with some beer in a cooler, my Labrador retriever at my feet, and some country music on the radio. It was approaching midnight when I heard the side gate open by my driveway. I sat up, startled, but Buddy just stood up, wagging his tail. He didn't seem concerned about who might be coming into the yard at midnight.
It was Kim. She was wearing a different sundress and had sandals with straps that wrapped up over her ankles. She was carrying a galvanized bucket with a few of my favorite beers in it. I could see their labels on the neck of the bottles as they poked out from the ice.
"Hi!" she said with another fantastic smile. "I was turning off the back sprinkler and smelled the smoke from your pit. I hope you don't mind some company."
"I don't mind at all," I replied and stood up to greet her.
"Hey, Buddy!" she said as she squatted down to pet my dog. As she did, her legs spread out wide enough for me to notice.
"Can you see my pussy?" she asked.
"Uh!" I stammered out, as I was caught at it.
"I don't mind. I didn't wear panties on purpose." She added.
I sat back down in my chair, slightly annoyed. I didn't mind the teasing, but also didn't want to go somewhere that we shouldn't go. "Kim," I began slowly. "What's going on here?"
She laughed and stood up. "You're a good boy, aren't you?" She said to my dog. Then she sat her bucket on the table and picked up a beer. She raised her eyebrows with the "do you want one?" look on her face.
I nodded, and she brought me a beer after pulling one out on her own. She came over and stood very close to me as she handed me the beer. Close enough that I could have kissed her just by leaning forward a bit. She turned and sat down in the chair across from me. She crossed her legs after sitting down. Great legs!
"So, I hope I'm not making you nervous." She said calmly.
I replied back, "Oh, I'm not nervous. I just don't want to have to deal with an angry husband."
She giggled.
Then I said in all seriousness, "I would deal with it. No problem there, but it would be uncomfortable."
Then she smiled seductively back and responded, "Oh, I know you could take Mike out. You're more of that type of man than he is. I just like to have more fun than he does, and he's always gone."
"Is he aware of the fun you like to have?" I asked.
"Oh, no!" she said with a laugh. She took a sip of beer and smiled over the bottle while looking at me. "He doesn't know anything about having fun."
She stood up and looked at the pit, clean smoke rolling out of the chimney. "Can I peek?"
"You're not really supposed to do that, but I guess since you apparently do a lot of what you're not supposed to...go ahead." I replied. I sipped some beer and watched her.
My pit has a really heavy lid, and it opens farther and higher than you might think. Kim is about 5 feet, 4 inches, so when she lifted the lid up, she had to step up on her tiptoes to lift the lid open.
Confirmed. No panties.
Confirmed. Awesome ass.
"Looks delicious," she commented as she struggled to pull the lid back down. I jumped up to assist her.
"I still have about twelve hours to go," I told her. "I'll wrap it and hold it warm until it's time to eat."
"That sounds tiring," she said.
"I take a few naps," I told her. "I have a thermometer that goes off if the temp drops too much."
"Oh!" she responded. "I guess a lot goes into making something delicious."
"Something that your parents did very well," I teased.
"Oh, they did!" she laughed. "Let me show you."
With that comment, she took another drink, sat the beer on the table, and slipped out of her sundress.
Naked.
Totally naked.
