Chapter 4: The Wine Cellar
Chris hadn't heard from nor seen her neighbor and furtive lover David all week long. It had occurred to her from time to time to ring him on the phone, making up some excuse or other to make contact. But, it wasn't quite in her to be so forward about this thing. So, she had waited in vain for him to call. She knew that if he had called, she would have been unable to resist.
""Well, I'll get to see the magic you two did on his bathroom at last!" They were just on the front step of David's house. The party had started already and they seemed the last to arrive. The door opened allowing loud talking and laughter spring out into the cool night air.
"Ah, you two, at last! I was beginning to fear you weren't coming , thought you might have gone off me! Great! Come on through, everyone is here and has a head start on you."
There were five couples, all old friends to catch up on activities with. David went off to fix them drinks and was soon back at her side. Probably no one else noticed, but he was slightly tentative, a little nervous, not quite looking her in the eye. She also noticed that he was slightly over solicitous toward Andy, the guilt of their bathroom indiscretion of a week ago bubbling to the surface she decided.
Just for an instant the memory of the hard floor under her bottom, her dress unbuttoned and wide spread with her in panties and bra that didn't match flooded back when she glanced down the hall to where Gladys was just coming out of the bathroom.
"David!! You've done wonders to your crummy old bathroom! What has gotten into you! It's lovely, it really is," Gladys burbled.
"Don't give him all the credit, Glad, he's had secret help. Don't let him tell you otherwise! My Chris has been over making him more presentable," Andy through in from across the room.
"I happily admit that it is all Chris's credit. I only held the ladder and fetched and carried at her command! I did all the brainwork, of course!"
Chris knew that a flush was running across her face. She couldn't make out whether it was modesty at all the attention or her guilt feelings coming back. "Oh, nothing really, just a bit of paper and paste. Does brighten it up a bit, though, compared to the bog it was before. Doesn't it Glad!?"
It was such a novelty that David should have stirred to do a bit of decorating that nearly everyone traipsed down to see their handiwork, followed by Chris and lead by David. "You see, you can sit in palatial settings when you come to visit," David was gloating. Chris wondered what they would all think if they could see the scene just one week earlier, her with her legs wide apart and David, his pants around his ankles slamming his huge cock excitedly into her. She shook her head to clear out the image and got back to the conversation Ooh-ing and Ah-ing over her workmanship. She curtsied to their compliments and as they were leaving felt David's big hand squeeze the right cheek of her bottom rather roughly. She felt her dress slip silkily over the nylon of her pantyhose, as he was unable to get a tight grip. So, he wanted to play, did he!? She found the secret squeeze exciting, gave him her mock look of astonishment and went on down the hall before him, a definite swing of her hips evident.
David stared at her perfect round bottom with devotion. Her pantyline streaked across the tautness of her dress like an arrow to the main course of his desire, there in the secret valley between her wonderful thighs. He caught himself from reaching for another fondle, just in time. Andy rounded the corner and came to have a look. "Let's see what you two have been up to, now!" Andy and Dave stood looking over the new bathroom, and talking "man talk.' Chris went back to her drink and the color gradually drained from her face to a more normal state. It was a happy party, old friends recounting oft told tales, lots of laughter and good-natured teasing of each other. Chris and David exchanged looks during the evening, but the duties of host and closeness of others prevented him having another go at the gorgeous bottom of Chris's – he thought sardonically, longing for the soft warm sensuousness of her against his hand. It was making him a bit cranky, really, and very horny. He went to the kitchen for another bowl of nuts and was alone for a moment.
"Having some more nuts are we?" It was Chris, a smile on her face disclosing a secret held between them.
"Oh, yes, I thought a bit more would be nice!" The double meaning was fairly obvious, especially delivered with the lascivious leer his lips presented.
"Well, a 'bit' more could hardly do any damage." She replied coquettishly.
Then she did what David thought was the sexiest thing any woman had ever done to him. She slowly reached for the hem of her full skirt, lifted it above her knees, then looked first over her shoulder to see that everyone was paying rapt attention to the story being told by Charlie from down the bottom of the street, and continued up the towers of her thighs.
David watched transfixed and struck momentarily dumb, his mouth suddenly dry. She wore high heels that gave her legs the full curves he found so awfully attractive, her stockings were a gleaming deep tone between a tawny beige and mahogany in color and they had the look of being painted on, the paint still slightly wet and gleaming in the light. Her skirt was at mid thigh now as Chris watched his eyes riveted on her legs, his tongue lolling from his open mouth.
