The movers strain and sweat in spite of the cool Autumn air. Watching from the property fence, with pink shorts and tie-shirt in the front, I am amused at their frequent glances at my body. A voice behind me, sensual, says, “Dear, you have an attentive audience!” Perhaps she had felt my own gaze earlier on her ass as she was weeding her lovely garden. There’s a wonderful smile and her eyes are brown and bright. They don’t hide her thirsty approval of my tanned figure near the fence. She also has no bra, and it is apparent to me when she was on her knees with the hand-spade that under the thin, tight shorts…no panties. With my back to the sweating men, they could not see me lick my lips….
“My name is Betty!” she gushes in greeting, her nipples large, prominent in her hubby’s T-shirt. “I’m so glad that someone has finally moved next door to me!” Her eyes scan again, and I smile when I move closer to the fence.
“Dot,” I smile. “And your smile is wonderful! I hope we can become VERY good friends!” I spread my legs, rocking a bit, and she notices the crease between my pussy lips through the tight shorts.
One of the movers shouts to me, “Hey, lady. I need to know what room you want this chest!”
I whisper to Betty, “That bureau has my “goody” box in the center drawer! If he opens THAT one, he’ll pole-vault back to the van!” Betty laughs so hard her tits giggle on the fence shelf!
I know she watches me sway to the van, and I am very aroused with so many eyes following every move. After I tell the man where to take it, he moves off…and I come back to the fence. Betty is still there, her gorgeous tits resting soft and full on the broad rail at the top. It’s 12” wide, so I rest my nipples on my side of the ledge. Betty does not budge when our nipples touch. Instead we say nothing for about 15 seconds, eyes locked in knowing. “Why don’t you come to dinner tonight, Dot? Hubby is out of town on a business trip, and I can give you a “proper” welcome. A bit of wine maybe? Fireplace? I’d love for you to come!”
“Delighted!” I reply, loving her use of the word, “come”, but with the wrong spelling!
“I’d dreaded the thought of being alone tonight. And I really want to make new friends, especially with you!” Her eyes grow very large, so beautiful and flashing in the sun. She pats my hand and looks at my nipples again. “I think,” she whispers, “We’ll get to know each other quite well…I’ll build that nice fire after dinner while we chat about many things, ok?” A soft finger barely grazes my hard nipple, and I arch to her.
“You’ve got a date!” I say sensually. “About 7?”
“Splendid,” she replies. “And dress very casual! I don’t think we’ll need any frills!” She watches me stretch, and we lock eyes again. With reluctance, I twitch and sway again across the lawn to the house.
The entire afternoon so many erotic thoughts streak through my mind like sensual comets on a very pleasant mission!
I wear my favorite blouse, sheer black with lace that barely covers my nipples; plunged to just above my belly button. The skirt is split, tight, and short. I think it will show well in candle light…and SO delicious against the back-drop of a robust fire.
At 7, the journey across the yard is a wet flourishing mind-trip of anticipation. A rather stiff wind has cooled the afternoon air and my nipples react by straining through the lace….
Betty is so beautiful tonight; a mini draped with ½”ruffles at the bottom. She too has worn a wonderful low-cut peach blouse which plunges to her navel. There seem to be zillions of candles throughout the home. She holds a candle near my face.
“How beautiful you look!” she tells me.
“And you are such a beauty!” I reply. She has already started the fire, and tiny flames consume the huge log in the center.
The dinner is a feast! Prime rib, croissants, broccoli, baked potato…and a large bowl of Concord grapes for nibbling. She watches me roll a grape between my thumb and finger, smiling into my eyes when I lick it first, then let it ease slowly into my mouth. Her tongue moves very slowly over her moist lips and she moves a wet finger through her cleavage. “Ooooooo…that feels delicious!” she squeals.
