Several years ago, our neighborhood held a block-party at a home in a cul-de-sac and my wife, Karen, was on a business trip out of town. I wasn't going to attend; however, my neighbor, Scott got called out to work, so his lovely wife, Donna, invited me to attend the party with her. After the introductions and greetings, Donna and I went to the patio to find some seats. She stopped off at an ice chest and grabbed some drinks. Donna cane back with a beer for each of us and handed me mine.
"Here ya go Ken!" she chimed.
I smiled and thanked her. My mind sensed something, but I could not put a handle on it. We all got to talking and the time passed quickly. The crowd thinned to the hardcore party guys. We were having a great time. I nailed a swig a beer and set it down. My hand rested on the table between Donna and I as I listened to the chatter continue. I then felt a touch to my fingers. Turning to look, Donna was still looking at the group, but her hand was over mine. She curled her fingers and wove her fingers between mine and squeezed lightly as she talked to Linda and her husband. My heart skipped a beat and I was not sure what to do. I enjoyed this, but was really uncomfortable in front of the others. As I pondered what was up, my concentration was broken.
"Ken, let's clear the leftovers off the table. No one is eating now, and it needs to be cleared." Donna said frankly.
"Sure." I blurted, pulling my hand up and standing.
Linda said, "I'll help too!"
To which Donna answered, "That's okay, Ken and I can get it. There is not that much."
"Okay, holler if you guys need help."Linda replied.
Donna and I got up and gathered the food on some trays. She was close, and her small hip rubbed me as she fumbled with the items. We picked the food up and headed inside. "Be right back guys!" I said. I was completely ignored as they chatted away.
In the kitchen I put my tray down, "Donna, what was that hand and hip thing about?" She was quiet. Then she looked at me.
"You know Ken, sometimes you need a hint to get uninhibited."
And we stared. "Are you making a move sexually on me?"
"Yes!" She blurted. Then out of the blue, she stretched up to me and kissed me quickly on the mouth. Donna turned and headed back out, asking who needed drinks.
Guilt hit a bit and I wiped my mouth as I headed to the bathroom. I had to get rid of a few beers. In the bathroom, I opened my fly and my cock was like a rock. Damn I hadn't noticed unbelievably. I bent my cock down to piss and really wanted to pull it. I forced the piss and zipped up. Soon I was on the patio and chatting again next to Donna. She was in an animated talk with Linda about something. I just listened to her voice, not the words.