It was a quiet little cul-de-sac seemingly far removed from the rest of the neighborhood with six homes arranged in somewhat of a semi-circle, and it was uniquely situated where the lake flowed into a river-like tributary that lead to the open water along the coast. The river moved smoothly around the cul-de-sac, providing each home a place on the water. The opposite shore was forty feet away and rather thickly forested, which lent a rustic feel to the small neighborhood, as well as creating a picturesque view for the residents.
Derek and Kim Vance stood admiring the view from the patio of their newly acquired home, pleased that they had been able to be in the right place at the right time to purchase the much sought after property.
"Hello!" The greeting came from Tammy Buchanan, the next-door neighbor, whom the Vance's had met briefly, along with her husband, Greg, when they first viewed the home. "All moved in?"
"Just about," Kim responded, walking over to the four-foot picket fence that separated their lots.
Directly behind his wife, Derek couldn't help but notice that Tammy was braless beneath the nearly sheer through not transparent t-shirt she was wearing. Her nipples were clearly making an impression on the shirt—and Derek—and he further noticed that she had cut the sleeves out of the T making wide holes in the sides which revealed the sides of her breasts. They were large, though not huge, but definitely above average for her build, which was also was slightly bigger than average. She was not unattractive; in fact, there was something appealing about her build. She had a cute face, even in its un-made-up state. Though she was no real competition for Kim, the somewhat sultry image Tammy offered, with her short shorts and nice legs, would provide Derek with a pleasant mental image when he soaped his cock in the shower.
Greg joined the group, the four engaging in getting-to-know-each-other conversation. He was an advisor for a local investment company. Like his wife, he was average in the looks department, but Derek noticed Kim giving him the once over. Tammy worked for a non-profit organization that helped the elderly. Kim revealed to them that she was a paralegal for a law firm, and Derek indicated that he was recently promoted to assistant vice president in Product Development at Ford Enterprises.
All the while, Derek tried to position himself so he could keep and eye on Tammy's jiggling tits without being caught by his own wife or Greg. While he seemed to be succeeding, at one point, he and Tammy made eye contact. A hint of a smirk formed on her lips as though she knew what he was doing and didn't mind, maybe even approved. More likely, it was some kind of reverse psychology because, now that he knew she knew, he was more self-conscious and avoided looking any further.
Finally, after a loose agreement to get together in a couple of weeks after the Vances were settled in, each couple returned inside their respective homes.
"So, what'd you think?" Kim casually asked. "You like her tits?"
Derek was not certain whether he had actually been caught or was Kim asking just because it had been so obvious. Describing Kim's sexual state was difficult at best. She enjoyed sex, was even good at it, even initiated it, but though she had a great body, she didn't flaunt it and would never go outside dressed as Tammy had been. If she looked at other men, she was so discreet even Derek couldn't tell. He had never known her to be a flirt and she generally frowned at overt sexual activity. To sum her up, she was simply a tangle of sexual confusion.
"Some people just like to flaunt," Derek remarked, trying to sound disinterested because he never knew how his wife would come back on him. He considered himself very open-minded about sex. Of course he looked at other women, but he was far too fearful of being caught to do any more; that and the fact that he really hadn't had any real opportunities. It should also be said that he was very happy with Kim. When she was in the right mood, he couldn't imagine anyone being any better at it. Still, Derek was the kind of guy who saw someone like Tammy and couldn't help but having fantasies.
"I suppose. I hope she's not always like that."
The problem for Derek was, say too much and he was showing interest in their neighbor; say very little and he was hiding what he really thought. "Do you think she would dress like that just to come out and meet us?"
"Some women would."
"Well, it's not like she's really got anything to show."
"So, what do you want for dinner?" Kim asked, moving on quickly as she so often did.
* * *
Short of waves of greeting when one or another was arriving home or leaving, there was no other contact with the neighbors over the next few days. However, each time, Tammy had been appropriately attired.
Once a month, several of the ladies in Kim's office had girls' night out in which they all went to dinner, bitched about the office and drank too much. Not Kim, of course. She never got drunk. Two was usually her limit. But she still enjoyed the camaraderie and was less critical about her co-workers' drinking habits than their sexual innuendo, or so she claimed. Derek had his doubts. He believed there was a sexual side of her that just hadn't surfaced yet.
Derek looked forward to these evenings alone because it gave him the opportunity to visit all of his favorite porn sites without having to be sneaky. He generally slipped into his gym shorts and a t-shirt to be comfortable and give his boner some room, then heated leftovers, made certain Kim was gone and ate by the computer.
Just as Derek typed in the first site, the front door bell sounded. It almost startled him because no one had ever come to the front door. He approached silently so he could peer through the peep hole without being heard in case he wanted to ignore the caller. However, it was Tammy, and she was dressed in the same t-shirt, again braless, and what seemed to be some sort of short skirt. She was barefoot to boot.
Quickly opening the door, Derek greeted her. His eyes were immediately drawn to her pointy nipples.
"Hi, Derek," Tammy began. "I just caught Kim as she was leaving. I needed to borrow a cup of sugar, but she said she was on her way out for the evening and to come ask you."
With a smile, Derek replied, "Of course," and stepped aside to allow her entry. A flag went up . . . well, more than one, but the one that went up the highest was that Kim had been gone for more than ten minutes, and she would have never sent Tammy in with their neighbor so attired. So, the question now became, did they actually talk, and if so, did Tammy go home and . . .
slip into something more comfortable?
He remembered her barely perceptible smirk from the other day when she had caught him staring at her tits.
Apparently, Tammy knew exactly where the kitchen was because she lead the way with him tailing behind. Or did she want to make sure he saw the sway of her shapely ass? He shook his head, reminding himself it was his porn night and his imagination often went to the extremes. "I hope we have sugar," Derek noted. "We rarely use it. Besides, we're the new neighbors; shouldn't we be borrowing it from you?" he quipped.
"I can give you something sweet," Tammy offered seductively.
Derek nearly hit his head on an open cabinet door on that one. He turned in time to see her pull herself up onto a breakfast bar stool, the wide skirt exposing a considerable expanse of thigh, and something told him she might not be wearing any panties.
He rummaged for the sugar slowly, even though he had a pretty good idea where it would be if indeed they did have any. But he needed the time to think. Should he just get her what she came for and quickly usher her out before his imagination really got the better of him, or let her stay and see what her game really was? There was that fear of being caught, but Kim was usually gone for three or four hours on these monthly excursions. And then, what about Greg? Where was he?
Feeling he couldn't stall any longer, Derek, found the sugar still in an unopened bag. "Here, take the whole bag and just bring back what you don't need."
"Have I caught you in an inopportune moment?" Tammy asked, very coolly.
"An inopportune moment?" Derek repeated, odd-stricken by her choice of words.
"Uh," she gestured with her head toward his computer, a picture of a guy with a big cock stuck halfway up a woman's pussy.
"Oh, sorry," Derek mumbled, completely embarrassed. He made a move toward the computer to clear the screen.
"You don't have to clear it on my account," Tammy was quick to say. "Greg and I enjoy a little porn ourselves."
"Oh," Derek replied with a nervous smile. "Where
is
your husband?"
"Wining and dining a client."
He nodded. "So, you decided to make something sweet?"
"Well, uh, no, not really," she admitted. "It was actually just an excuse to come over and visit you and Kim. Hope that you would invite me in."
"And here you are."
