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.
