It was a warm, lazy summer weekend day. Pearl was dressed causally in her cute green shorts and light floral top that had spaghetti straps. The top fell gently over her torso discretely blocking the view of the skin but not the beautiful shape of her body. The cloth looseness allowed deeper glimpses when Pearl moved certain ways; not obscene, but head turning...
She decided to let her playfulness come to the surface today matching the heat of the weather. So she stepped out the front door barefoot with the bracelet on her ankle, and walked next door. The grass was cool under her feet and contrasted with the warm wooden steps as she walked up to the neighbor's front porch. The house belonged to a single neighbor. He was attractive early 30's quiet man.
She had agreed with her husband that part of their playfulness could include flirting and "inadvertently" displaying herself to the neighbor. They had always left the shades up on his side of their house allowing for random opportunities for the neighbor to see Pearl. Opportunities not so much staged, but rather blithely ignoring any thought of covering up. She had cooked for her husband in only an apron, and the kitchen blind remained open for much of the time. She had knelt between her husband's legs in the living with only her thong on. She allowed the hallway shade to remain up for the first few minutes before she asked it to be shut so she could release her desire. Each time such event happened, the deeper and longer she would go. Her inhibitions lessening and her thrill growing.
Today, as she stood barefoot on the neighbor's porch she had decided to act out more directly on this desire of her husband, and she now had to admit, herself as well. She knocked on the front door. The "reason" (or really excuse) for the visit was to ask the neighbor about his hanging flower pots, where he got them and other related questions. True, she really did want to ask about the flowers, but there probably was a less provocative way to do that. After the knock she waited.