It was a warm afternoon in June when I first pulled up outside what was to be my new home for the next five years. A quiet, suburban street, the distant drone of lawn mowers could be heard as they chewed and gobbled their way across well manicured gardens. I could see two young girls looping a skipping rope high into the air whilst a third cherub danced and chanted some meaningless rhyme as she leapt over it. God was in his heaven and all seemed right with the world!
It was about time my fortunes changed for the better. My new home was the result of months of hard work and pinching every penny after my ex-wife had taken the biggest chunk out of my salary. There was not a lot left over for furnishings, but at least I was out of the crumby three roomed apartment that had been home since the divorce.
"Hiya neighbour!"
I turned to seek out the source of the voice. A tall, friendly looking man with a broad smile was leaning over the front fence, a pair of pruning shears in one hand, the other outstretched in a time honoured greeting. I grasped the hand and shook firmly, returning his smile.
"Hello! George Norwood." I offered
"Adrian Knight. Pleased to meet you." My neighbour responded. "My wife, Becky is indoors, but you'll meet her soon I expect."
We chatted casually for the next few minutes while the movers carried my rather dilapidated looking furniture inside. I kept trying to sneak peeks over Adrian's shoulder to see if I could spot the elusive Becky. All I could make out was a pretty looking brunette, dressed in shorts and a halter as she pottered about the kitchen. Adrian smiled again.
"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? A few of the neighbours will be here and it will be a good chance for you to meet them all. Unless you or your wife have other plans of course."
Adrian glanced around as if looking for a partner that I should have.
"No. That would be great Adrian, thanks. And I live alone now, I'm divorced."
"Fine! No problem. Get your ass over here about 7pm, okay?"
I thanked my neighbour again for the invitation and left him to continue with his gardening while I tried to instruct the movers as to which items of furniture went where.
By 6pm we had all but finished and the movers went on their way, mumbling something about a crappy tip! I was suddenly very glad of Adrian's invitation, the thought of having to prepare a meal for myself now, did not fill me with any sense of joy. I felt grubby and a little fatigued and headed for the bathroom for a shower. The hot water felt good against my aching muscles and I soaped myself vigorously to rid myself of the day's grime. My thoughts drifted back to the fleeting glimpse I got of Adrian's wife and I felt a stirring in my loins. It had been a good few months since my last date and the frustration was beginning to build. I wondered briefly if there were many single women in the neighbourhood and, more importantly, if Adrian would invite any of them over tonight! I looked down and saw that my cock had grown to its full 8 inches and had begun to throb a little. I toyed with the idea of a quick one off the wrist, but guessed that time must be getting on. It would have been inconsiderate to be late for dinner for the sake of jerking off now. That could wait for later, when I returned home.
Adrian was the perfect host at dinner. I was introduced to my other neighbours - sadly all couples - and immediately provided with a cold beer. The conversation at the table was light and casual. There were seven of us in all. I made up the odd number and was seated between Becky and another woman who was introduced as Jess. I was delighted to see that Becky had not changed out of the clothes that she was wearing earlier that afternoon and I had to stop myself from leering at her ample breasts barely concealed by the tight halter top. Her long brown hair fell in curls to just above her waist and the little denim shorts did little to hide long, tanned legs. Jess was nice as well; a sultry looking blonde, but she was not a patch on Becky.
The wine flowed freely with the meal, and as I was not due back at work until the following week, I saw no reason not to graciously accept every time my glass was re-filled. I was fast becoming light headed. Maybe that was the reason that I didn't react to the touch right away. A bare foot ran fleetingly over my leg. I looked at my two table companions on either side. Both Becky and Jess seemed not to have noticed - must be just an accident, I thought. But there, it happened again! This time I could definitely feel toes lifting the leg of my jeans and the touch of bare skin on my ankle. It was my right leg that was getting all the attention, so I knew that it must have been Becky as she was sat on my right side.
I glanced over at Becky, just quickly, but looking for a sign - anything to tell me that what had just happened was no accidental touch. The sideways glance from her was all I needed to see. Her eyes narrowed to cat like slits and seemed to bore into me. A sultry smile played over her full, ruby lips as they parted slightly, her tongue flicking over them sensuously. The glance lasted no longer than a second or so, but I imagined that everyone could see the electricity that was there. Embarrassed, I looked up at the others. Nobody seemed to have noticed and I was just about to swallow a mouthful of wine, when I felt a hand squeeze my thigh under the table. The shock of this caress took me completely by surprise and I spluttered and coughed as I tried to swallow, half a mouthful of white wine dribbling onto my shirt.
"You okay, George?" said Adrian. All the guests had stopped their conversation and were looking at me.
