I'm currently sat in the sun on my veranda, overlooking the lush green garden, sipping on a hot cappuccino with a Danish pastry staring at me as I reminisce about the garden party we hosted last week. It was a lot of fun.
We haven't long moved into the area, three or four months, so we thought it was only right to invite the neighbours over for a BBQ while the weather was really nice.
We knocked on all the doors and, following a string of texts welcoming us to the area, we had over 80 people (along with our own family and friends) confirm their attendance. Luckily the house was big enough to accommodate them all but neither me or my husband Alan had ever entertained that many guests.
"It will be fine." Alan said optimistically. "BBQ on the go, meat, fish, salad, and lots of alcohol."
I was feeling slightly less confident.
Before the Saturday arrived we planned and bought everything to make sure we had more than enough food and alcohol for all the guests. We even bought 2 extra fridges to keep all the food in, as I'm sure we would be entertaining again in the future.
With the new chairs and tables laid out, Alan set about taking charge of the BBQ. He was so well organised with these things that I just let him get on with it as I welcomed our various neighbours and friends at the door. My head was in such a whirl that I forget everyone's name....except for one. Len.
Len shook my hand forcefully and leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He smelt amazing. I looked behind him and noticed no partner and no wedding ring on his finger.
"Just me I'm afraid. Len. Number 288."
I blushed as he had rumbled me looking.
Len was around 50, tall at 6"4 I would say with beautiful dark brown skin. His dark eyes glistened as he spoke and his mouth gave away a soft smile. I was transfixed on the gorgeous man in front of me until someone else introduced themselves.
As I greeted more guests I couldn't stop thinking of Len. I tried to catch a glimpse of him and noticed he was talking to Alan. I wonder what they were discussing? I looked away quickly before they caught me staring.
Len was wearing slip ons, red shorts and a sexy tight blue polo shirt. His thick arms and shoulders strained at the thin material.
I must admit I did catch Len eyeing me up on more than one occasion, giving him a polite smile back. I think he liked my outfit. I was wearing a yellow, strapless, flowing summer dress with sexy light blue heels. The dress wasn't suitable for underwear so I didn't bother with any. I felt very naughty.
Alan and I had been married 5 years and have always had a very active sex life. Alan is slightly older than me at 44 and I'm 31. We met at work and our colleagues would always tease Alan about fancying me until he finally made his move at one of the Christmas parties. We have been together ever since.
I was awoken from a world of my own by Len.
"Are you going to show me around then Deb?" He asked, sipping on his whiskey.
"Oh oh yes of course. How rude of me. Yes. Ummmmm come on then." I replied, feeling a little flustered.
I grabbed my drink and led him out into the garden.
"We haven't been here long so we have sooooo much to do with the house and garden."
I was making excuses for the mess.
I walked Len around the large grounds, chatting pleasantly as we both sipped our drinks.
"So no wife or ummmm husband?" I asked, inquisitively.
"Nah. Divorced about 3 years ago. She hated my job. Couldn't handle it."
I was intrigued. "Oh. What do you do?"
"I'm a fashion designer and she hated the fact I was surrounded by beautiful young women all day." Len laughed loudly. "Even though she was an ex model herself."
That's probably why, I thought to myself. No one likes getting old.
"I must say I do approve of this dress and those gorgeous Choo shoes."
I blushed. "Oh ummmm thank you." I replied nervously.
"Although with those ample assets you should be showing them off a lot more. Maybe lower the dress slightly."
He was talking about my breasts, I was sure of it. I must admit I do have very large boobs for a petite size 10. They are around a 34EE.
"Like this you mean." I said shuffling my dress a little lower to reveal more of my breasts.
Len's eyes widened as more of my pale flesh came into view. I didn't think he was expecting me to lower it there and then.
"Wow. Yes. Just like that." He said admiring my boobs.
We carried on walking and chatting, making our way back to house to mingle with the other guests. I made sure that I spoke to everyone, topping up their drinks, plying them with more food than they could cope with and then forcing them to get up and dance. At one point we had most of the guests up and dancing on our new patio as Billy, my brother, belted out the tunes.
As I danced with a group of neighbours, slightly tipsy, I felt a hand on my back. I span around to see Len looking to dance with me.
"Hope your husband won't mind." He smiled.
I scoffed. "Alan. Ha. He never dances. You'll be fine."
We started dancing together, slowly getting closer and closer until our bodies were touching gently. I felt my nipples harden. I looked down to see they were poking out of my dress and now on show to the entire party. I went bright red and tried to adjust my dress but it was pointless.
Len gave me a naughty wink and smiled, pushing his body closer against mine. I was starting to get nervous, looking around for Alan, who would surely be angry if he saw me dancing with a hunky black man, especially in front of our new neighbours and friends. Len didn't care though and reached around behind me and held me closer to him. I could now feel his stiff cock pushing into my leg.
I yelped in surprise, drowned out by the music but loud enough for Len to chuckle. He pulled me in even closer. He was enjoying my discomfort.
"Don't worry. Alan won't mind." He sniggered, knowing full well what he was doing.
Len gyrated his legs between mine as we danced to the music. He was a great dancer but my pussy was now tingling from the attention he was giving me. I really needed to cum. I was tempted to run upstairs and finger myself to a crazy, intense orgasm.
Len lent forward. "Why don't you show me the garden again. I'm sure there are parts that we missed."
I wasn't sure what he was suggesting but I led him by the hand away from the patio and on to the garden path, topping up our drinks on the way. I looked around for Alan but as always he was nowhere to be found. Probably flirting with some young tart no doubt.
We stopped at the bottom of the garden, sitting on the homemade wooden bench and admiring the view of the small lake, that was blocked from view to the house by the large oak trees that surrounded it.
Len stood up and moved back to admire me.
"You are beautiful. Very beautiful." He said looking me up and down. "Although that dress. Hmmmmmmm. It's. Ummmmm. Not quite right."
Without warning he lunged forward and hooked his finger into my top, yanking it down to reveal my large firm tits.