Anne: Getting Intimate With A Neighbor
Phil and Anne had moved in next door about a year ago, barely into their twenties and recently married, they were both working hard to get their life established. Anne seemed to be quite balanced in her approach to life and work, but Phil was determined to climb the corporate ladder as quickly as possible, so he worked incredibly long hours. Reminded me a little of myself at that age, but now I was in my mid forties, a widower, and had long ago decided that the corporate ladder was not from me and had settled for working from home at my own pace and in my own good time. Consequently I was invariably available if they needed any help around the place, and the obvious person to ask to keep an eye on the house and look after the dog when they went on holidays for a couple of weeks. I was delighted that they were taking some time off, as Phil in particular was looking very tired and drained, so agreed straight away. Oddly enough, despite the age difference we got on very well, I guess I was something of an uncle figure to them, so we occasionally had a meal together either at their place or mine. It was no real surprise therefore that on their return I got invited over for dinner on the Saturday evening, but little did I know how it would turn out.
The first thing that hit me when I arrived for dinner that night was the air of tension in the house, particularly from Anne. The second thing that hit me was the fact that Phil was clearly already deep into the bottle! indeed, although Anne had prepared a delightful meal, Phil made the majority of his intake a liquid one. Fortunately Phil turned out to be one of these 'mellow' drunks rather than a violent one, and after the meal, simple sat in a chair in the lounge room with a silly grin on his face and slipped deeper and deeper into his own world until he finally fell asleep. I could feel Anne's embarrassment right from the start, so determined not to overstay my welcome, but when I suggested that it might be best if I left, Anne got quite adamant that she wanted me to stay, almost pleading in looks if not in words, "Please, Peter, I don't want to be on my own tonight" she said. So I shrugged and agreed to stay, and started to ask how the holiday had gone.
She half laughed and half snorted, "It was supposed to be a second honeymoon" she said "and I guess it was pretty similar to the first one, some really enjoyable moments laced with some pretty depressing ones, with Phil having a little too much to drink at times, but the place itself was fantastic, would you like to see some of the video's we shot?". I thought it might help to clear a little of the tension that Phil's recumbent, drunken form seemed to be creating, so I agreed.
The first video was of their journey and their arrival at the resort Island, and the scenery was quite stunning. The commentary, both on the tape itself and from Anne who was sitting beside me on the couch was quite amusing, and she seemed to be really loosening up and starting to enjoy herself, at least the air of tension seemed to diminish. The second tape was of the various parts of the island itself and some internals of the resort, and again was quite spectacular. Phil and Anne obviously took turns in handling the camera and both were very competent, in fact it didn't look at all amateurish, something I pointed out to Anne who admitted that they'd both taken a video construction course at College. I also seemed to please her by saying how fantastic she looked in some of the location shots on the island, noting that it was the first time I'd seen her in really casual clothes, and the fact that she looked relaxed and happy made her appear even more beautiful.
When the second video was over she asked if I'd like another drink, which I accepted, and she did make an effort to see if she could arouse Phil, but to no avail, he just mumbled something that neither of us could understand and curled further into his chair. For a moment Anne looked particularly sad, then just shrugged her shoulders and walked over and inserted the third video and , carrying her own drink with her, came back and sat next to me on the couch. The video began with a beautiful panoramic view of a deserted beach, and from the long shadows thrown on to the sand by the trees it was obviously late afternoon. Anne explained that they had discovered this beach on their second day there and loved it so much that they'd gone back almost daily, and the incredible thing was that after 5 days they had never met another soul on that beach. The video was taken on the sixth day, as I suspected, late in the afternoon.
After the first Panoramic view, there was vision of Anne setting up the blankets and the picnic basket, and then to my instant discomfort, vision of Anne disrobing to a very small bikini. What made it discomforting was the fact that as something private between her and Phil, the disrobing had been done in a very sultry and sexy manner, and I wondered for a moment if she'd forgotten this was on the tape, but when I glanced sideways at her, she was watching the video quite unperturbed, in fact, she had a grin on her face. I returned to watching the tape, where Anne was doing a series of model type poses in her brief bikini, with suitable audible encouragement from the camera man, Phil, and I had to admit she looked absolutely stunning! I guess seeing her mostly in her fairly severe work suit and only occasionally in jeans and a jumper, I hadn't quite realized just what a beautiful woman she was, she had good facial features, without being classically beautiful, although when she adopted that rather impish smile she was using in the video, along with the occasional lip pout, she did indeed look beautiful. But of course it was her body that really hit me in the eye! in the brief bikini, she was an absolute cracker! long legs, a tight sexy ass, and high firm breasts that were ripe without being overly large! and much to my embarrassment, I found myself getting incredibly turned on watching her performance.
I was rather hoping the video would move on to something else so that I could calm down, when I heard Phil say "Hey, why don't you take the bikini off too!", I almost jumped off the couch, and I was sure that Anne would realize her error and turn off the video, but she just sat and watched it, seemingly oblivious to my presence. "Oh no, I couldn't, someone might come along" Anne replied, and I breathed a momentary sigh of relief, Phil laughed, and it was so loud that for a moment I thought he was back with us in the room, but when I looked across he was still snoring softly, curled up in his chair. "We haven't met a soul here in five days, so I'm sure no one is going to come along now" Phil said, "strip for me baby, strip for your horny husband!". I didn't almost jump off the couch this time, but my cock certainly did! just about bursting out of my trousers, I was totally turned on to the point of steaming at the thought of Anne stripping naked, the same Anne that was sitting right next to me, but this was crazy, this had to stop. I jerked my head around to look directly at Anne for the first time, "Anne, I don't think..." I tried to say, my voice cracking slightly as I spoke, she looked at me and her eyes seemed to be alive with a strange light, she lifted her fingers to her lips, and giving me a hot smile, said "Shhh, just watch", then she dropped her hand onto my leg, and turned her head back to the screen, my own head followed suit, but I was acutely conscious of the heat of her hand through my trousers, so close to my rampant cock!
