I moved to Nevada recently and had finally settled in after a week of sorting through boxes and assorted tasks. My new neighborhood was quiet and stable with most of the residents being fairly well to do families. During my second week in my new home, I found a note in my mailbox inviting me to a barbeque at the house across the street on Friday night.
I arrived with beer in hand to find a relaxed atmosphere of people mingling and drinking in the backyard. I met several of my new neighbors and chatted with them about my move and the new experiences awaiting me in Henderson—golf, gambling, the outdoors, and the nightlife. Being single, several husbands enviously joked with me about how I might occupy my time in Las Vegas.
After a while, the hostess, Linda Samuels, came over and introduced herself. She took note of the fact that I was the only single man at the party and took special care to give me some attention. She sat me down at a table and asked me question after question while staring me up and down. She seemed quite curious although at the time, it all just seemed to be polite flirtation. I certainly didn't mind the attention from this beautiful woman and she continued to ask me rather probing questions even after her husband Ron joined us.
Linda asked about my work, my romantic life, my favorite foods, and my hobbies. I was a little overwhelmed by it all but her comforting smile kept me at ease, especially after Ron wandered off to talk to his friends.
Linda seemed to be much more that a typical suburban housewife in her appearance was any indication. She was wearing a short citron-green skirt with a matching sleeveless knit top and playful flowered sandals that completed the outfit. Her tan skin and red lipstick created a nice contrast to her short blonde hair and her slender legs and swelling breasts belied what seemed to be her traditional demeanor. She was very sexy in a conservative way and from head to toe, she radiated class.
"I love your shoes." I said looking at her well manicured red toenails.
"Oh these sandals, they're fun aren't they?" She said as she looked at her feet. "It's finally spring, so I thought I'd get them out to strut my stuff at the first barbeque of the year."
Eventually, I was able to turn our conversation around and found out a few details about her as well. Linda had married right after college and now at 49 she was devoted to her family, keeping up appearances in the community—cooking, cleaning, carpooling, shopping, lunch dates, socializing at various functions, and the like. Each day was a whirlwind of activity and other than an annual vacation with the girls, her life had a consistent and dependable pattern. She seemed happy enough but one of her comments about my dating history alluded to a potential wild and lustful yearning inside of her.
"Well, I'm sure someone like you who's so charming gets around and has the girls all worked up. I remember when I had boys chasing me and my life was full of more energy." She'd said. Linda added that her oldest daughter was a senior in college at State University and often complained about the sexual advances that every boy seemed to make toward her. "Boys will be boys I suppose but soon enough, Ashley will actually welcome the attention of a good man. A woman can never get enough after she's married."
Just then a stunning young woman walked out onto the balcony that overlooked the patio where most of the guests were seated. I couldn't help but notice her as she stood there leaning over the railing--she was a spectacular vision of femininity. Her breasts were prominent and firm in a white knit top and her tight sleek thighs peeked out of some short orange shorts. She was barefoot and her clothing did little to hide her body from anyone although the colors certainly accented her form.
Linda notice me staring and turned. "Oh, there she is. That's my oldest daughter Ashley." She waved and beckoned her down to where we were sitting. "Ashley, come say hello to Paul. He just moved in across the street."
I watched Ashley come down the stairs, her hips and ass swaying with each step and her breasts shaking in rhythm. I felt a little odd being so titillated by my married neighbor and now her daughter but their combined beauty was awe-inspiring. Ashley was even more beautiful than her mother, her alluring face framed by her sandy blonde hair. Even if my growing fantasies about Linda and Ashley never came true, it was certainly nice to know that I would have the pleasure of living near these women and that I would periodically be treated to some delicious eye-candy.
I spent the rest of the evening in a semi-drunken but very pleasant stupor as I watched Linda and Ashley out of the corner of my eye. I spoke to both of them at different times and found out that Ashley was studying journalism and politics which led to an interesting exchange about the media's coverage of the presidential campaign. It was hard not to stare at her body but her comments were thoughtful and engaging. Later, I also had a conversation with Linda about gardening and she offered to give me some suggestions for what I might do in my yard.
Eventually, I wandered home with a hug and warm feelings from Ashley and her mother. Linda even kissed me lightly on the lips which added a buzz to my state of mind. Being new in town without a girlfriend, I hadn't had sex in a while and was horny but instead of jerking off, I went to bed with the hope of meeting someone in the near future.
********** The next day I took care of a few errands and familiarized myself with my new home. After having an early dinner by myself, I went home and turned on the TV. I was surprised when the doorbell rang a little while later. I was even more surprised when I found Linda at the door. She was wearing a long coat which struck me as odd considering the warm weather.
"Hi Paul. May I come in?" She asked with a sly grin.
"Please. Linda, to what do I owe this wonderful surprise?" I said as I ushered her in and offered her a drink.
When I returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, Linda looked a little nervous and I said, "Thanks again for the warm welcome last night. Are you okay? You look a little distracted."
"Paul, I hope I'm not being too forward by coming here. I've never done anything like this before. But I saw the way you were looking at me last night at the barbeque and it gave me some ideas. Well, I sort of got the impression last night that you like me and that you're a little lonely."
"Linda, I think you're great. It is a little lonely not knowing anyone here in town but I'm glad I met you." I said wondering what exactly she was telling me.
"I'd like to get to know you better Paul. It's not easy for me to talk about. I get lonely too. Ron's at work all the time and the kids are great but.... I love my family but something's missing. I've started to think about the part of me that I never explored."
I leaned toward her, sipping my wine and listening. Linda was looking around the room as she spoke. I reached over to touch her arm and she looked at my hand.
"You have some interesting things around here. Lots of books I see. And you collect antique toys?" She let me respond and gulped her wine.
"I love the way they work. Simple but creative mechanics. My favorites are these hand-carved wooden toys from Russia. They actually move." I took one off the shelf to demonstrate.
Linda stood up and laughed. "Hmm. I have a collection of toys too. They help fulfill some of my needs but they don't give me much satisfaction anymore." She sighed and then leaned in to whisper in my ear. "A few years ago, I started to have fantasies Paul. Fantasies about repairmen and movers, even a clerk at the grocery store. I started to buy toys to use during the day when I was home alone. The day you moved in, I watched you all day long. You looked so good without your shirt on as you carried all those boxes...." She got quiet as she remembered how she got to this place in her life.
"Linda, I don't know what to say. I...."
"Don't say anything, unless you want me to leave." She sipped her wine and then began to take off her coat. "I don't think you'll want me to leave unless you're gay. I hope you're not because it's been so long since I've had a man in me and when I met you, I just thought...." Her voice trailed off.
"Oh!" I groaned when I saw what she was wearing. "You're so beautiful...." Tossing her coat aside, I could see that Linda was wearing a black full length sheer crotchless catsuit. I could also see that she'd shaved her pussy and that her nipples were hard. She seemed a little nervous and took a drink before sitting back down with her legs crossed. She put her hand on mine and continued in a quiet voice.
"I've always been faithful to Ron but last night I started to wonder if, if we could have some fun and.... Well, you met Ron. He doesn't give me much attention anymore and I thought you might like a special welcome to the neighborhood. Maybe I won't need my toys with you around. I'd prefer the real thing."
"Oh Linda." I reacted to her comment by kissing her but she didn't respond as I thought she would. She looked at me and hesitated. Then she kissed me softly in an intimate gesture and said, "Paul, I've never done anything like this before. But I want to...."
I interrupted her with another kiss. This one lasted for a few delicious moments until she pulled away with a soft moan. I whispered, "You're beautiful Linda, whatever you want is yours... No more words... It's okay."
The warmth of her soft sheer covered body against mine was making my cock throb with excitement after two months without sex. Our lips met in a more intense kiss as our tongues entwined and I gently caressed and squeezed Linda's breasts.
"MMmmm...." Linda pulled away and put her hands on my thighs, looking at me carefully. "This will be our secret? Just one night for now? I need to feel wanted again Paul. I don't know what's gotten into me but I want to do this now." She was looking into my eyes as her hand squeezed my prick through my pants, her fingers traced the outline. "It's so hard and it feels so big. I'm so wet, I want to do nasty things with you Paul."
Linda unzipped my pants and released my proud cock. Aggressively she wrapped her hands around it and stroked. I let her feel it and do as she wished for a while. She just stared at my big hard cock as I sat back enjoying her hands work. Then I moved to slide my fingers through her slit as I kissed her. We broke the kissing to breathe deeply. My new neighbor's hands felt so good but I sensed some reservation in her so I slid a finger inside of her dripping pussy. Her pussy-lips were was so slick and smooth, covered in her juices. I extended my efforts to caress the ridges of her inner walls and worked my finger back and forth.
Her smoldering desires erupted then and she suddenly orgasmed in need and lust. Short moaning cries echoed as I held her tight and continued to finger her. "Oh gawd, oh gawd! Right there! Oh Paul! MMmmmm...."
Linda squeezed my cock as she fell away from me to the floor. She was on her knees with her head in my lap and was undulating in the pleasure of the moment. I stroked her hair and waited. After a few deep breaths, Linda began to caress my cock again and she said, "Ron and I haven't had sex in months and I haven't had an orgasm with him in two years. I need more baby. But I want you to let me please you too. I want you to make me feel like a hot little slut. I want you to talk nasty to me and use me tonight like your personal whore. I want to have a perfect night with you Paul."
I held her head in my hands and she seemed to know what to do. "I haven't sucked a cock in so long...." She breathed as she licked my cockhead.
Linda took my cock between her lips as she cupped and shook her big tits seductively through the sheer fabric of her catsuit. I pushed her hands away as she mouthed my cock and pulled on her erect nipples. I wanted to suck on them but let her suck me instead.
