I had begun to pull into the driveway having returned from the convention in Dallas. Yes, the same one where I got to enjoy Matt, Henri and Joan when I saw my neighbor Jennifer, waive from her garage. As I pulled into my garage, Jennifer walked out to the middle of the yard and waited for me to get my bags out of the trunk.
"How was the trip?" Jennifer asked.
"Quite enjoyable, I have to say." I responded thinking back to enjoying Matt's first experience.
"Well, Jerry will be home soon too. Want to come over for dinner this evening and a couple of drinks to unwind? The kids are at my mom and dad's house for the weekend. Besides, you can tell us about your trip."
Jennifer was exquisite, and if it weren't for the fact that she was not only my neighbor, but also my neighbor and my friend's wife, I would not have hesitated to see if there was an opportunity to see if she was as good in bed as she looked. She was hot. She stood five foot two, one hundred and fifteen pounds of red headed fire. Her red hair fell almost to her waist. She had a very tight body with exquisite breasts, which I've seen only from her wearing her bikini on the back deck and when we had barbeque dinners over the course of the past two years. For work, she's always dressed professionally, dress or slacks and jacket, always heels, and sometimes, her hair would be in a ponytail instead of falling freely down her back and over he shoulders. Today, her hair was in a ponytail and she wore a nice pair of black slacks, a red blouse, a black jacket and a pair of black heels. It was cold, but no snow on the ground yet.
"Let me put this stuff away. Aren't you supposed to be wearing a coat out here? It's cold. I'm still not used to Pittsburgh weather," I chimed.
She shrugged her shoulders and responded, "You need to get used to it. This isn't Atlanta."
"Well then, is there anything you would like me to bring over for dinner? A bottle of wine?" I asked.
"How about two of your German Auslese? I think the three of us would enjoy that very much." Jennifer cocked her hip to one side and smiled.
"Well, I'll rustle them up. How long before Jerry gets home?" I asked.
"He should be here around five thirty seeing that we aren't going to the tavern tonight for happy hour. We wanted to stay home. Thought you might like to stay in as well since you were on the road all week."
I shut the trunk of my car and yelled back to her, "I'll see you in a few to help out in the kitchen. I need to freshen up first."
I opened the door to the kitchen and pressed the garage door button. The alarm system chirped away until I could enter the code. Home at last. It was a busy and interesting week in Dallas.
I opened my bags to remove my dirty clothes and placed them in the laundry room before heading upstairs to unpack the remaining items. I took a long shower letting my mind wander through the course of the trip and the enjoyment, causing my cock to thicken again. I shaved, just to keep myself slick. I love that feeling.
Once out of the shower and dried off, I bushed my teeth, rinsed, and applied a couple of squirts of Obsession to finish off. I padded into my master bedroom and chose a pair of khaki pants, a dark blue Polo shirt, and a pair of dark blue silk underwear. I grabbed a pair of socks and a pair of loafers. The silk underwear happened to feel extremely sensual with my shaved cock and balls.
Dressed, I went downstairs to the finished basement and opened the door to my wine closet. I selected two good bottles of wine and happy with myself, walked back up the stairs to the kitchen to check on the time. It was just after five and Jerry would be home soon. I could help Jennifer in the kitchen until he arrived, so it was off to Jennifer and Jerry's.
Their garage door was open, Jennifer's car, or should I say family minivan, was parked next to their two Harley's, a black Road King for Jerry, and a dark blue soft tail Heritage Classic for Jennifer. I had my own Ultra in my own garaged. We often went for rides on the weekends. Their oversized two-car garage was plenty big enough for both bikes, the minivan, and Jerry's Volvo convertible. I knocked on the inside door and Jennifer yelled for me to come in and that the door was unlocked.
Jennifer was at the sink rinsing some tomatoes for the salad. "My, handsome, you smell pretty good there," She noted.
"I needed to take a shower. Long trip back. It was refreshing."
"Well, now you can go out and start the gas grill. You know it is supposed to be a nice day tomorrow, maybe even a ride day with the weather warming up near the mid sixties through Sunday. We thought about it."
I opened the back deck patio doors and stepped out into the chilly air again. I opened the grill lid, turned on the gas, hit the igniter switch and lit the grill. I set the knobs to medium high to get the grill toasty, closed the lid, and stepped back into the house. It was getting dark.
"With the cold today, I can't believe it will be warm tomorrow." I turned to see her pulling the steaks from the fridge.
"Well, we usually go to a party once a month with some friends. We will more than likely ride there tomorrow evening. It isn't far, about twenty minutes away."
Just then, I heard the Volvo pull into the garage. It took a few seconds before the door began to come down and I could hear Jerry close the car door. I opened the door and smiled chiding him, "Surprise! Just the face you want to see after a hard day's work."
Jerry laughed, "Don't worry, she told me we were having dinner this evening. How was your trip?"
As Jerry came into the kitchen, he gave Jennifer a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass. They were a great couple. Ten years younger than I at thirty-two years old, they were college sweethearts. Their two kids, a boy eight and girl six, were like my own nephew and niece. I was lucky to have made friends with them following my divorce and move to Pittsburgh two years prior.
