I met my neighbor, Bill, when he and his wife, Abby, were house hunting. They appeared to be in their early to mid-thirties and an attractive couple. I was in my back yard when he introduced himself and his wife. He asked about the neighborhood and what I knew about the house. I gave him my name, Paul, and tried to give him an honest opinion. The prior owners were an elderly couple and I thought the house was in great shape.
As we talked I learned he traveled quite a bitfun for work and they wanted "a safe neighborhood" for Abby when he was on the road. Thinking ahead, I explained this part of the city was quiet and probably perfect for them. I didn't tell him having a lovely woman next door, alone most of the workweek, would be an interesting challenge for me. My wife travels extensively for work, too. I immediately thought Abby would make a great neighbor.
Bill stepped away to speak to the realtor, so I used this as an opportunity to visit with Abby.
"If you decide to move here, I want you to know I'll be here to help out in any way that I can. I'm semi retired and home most of the time."
"You don't look old enough to be retired. Where's your wife?"
"Thanks, I think, for the compliment, I'm older than you think, but I like to stay active. My wife is like your husband, she travels quite a bit for work."
When I said this, I noticed her eyebrows lifted like a thought had entered her mind. She told me, "I guess if we buy this house we'll have to keep each other company."
Without thinking I replied, "I'm good company."
Bill and the realtor came back to where Abby and I were talking. I offered my phone number and told him, and Abby, "Feel free to call me if I can help in any way." He thanked me and, I swear, she slyly winked at me.
A week passed. My wife had just left on an extended work assignment in London and I was thinking of some minor yard work I should take care of. My phone rang and not recognizing the number I almost ignored the call. Lucky for me I answered.
"Hello."
A woman's voice nervously asked, "Is this Paul?"
"Yes I am." Suddenly recognizing the voice I asked, "Is this Abby?"
"Yes. I was wondering if you could show me the neighborhood during the evening? I was thinking I should see how it feels at night."
"I'd be glad to show you, are you free tonight?"
"Yes tonight would work for me. But I don't want to inconvenience you."
"Seeing you and showing you around would be absolutely no inconvenience for me. It's 10:30 a.m. right now and has been getting dark around 7:00 p.m., how about I pick you up around 5:30 p.m., we do dinner and then come check things out?"
"That sounds good. How should I dress for dinner?"
"Nothing around here needs more than you being comfortable, but I'll have a jacket and Levi's."
"Okay, I'll be ready."
I was stretching my luck, but I told Abby, "Feel free to pack an overnight bag."
Her reply sent blood rushing to my engorging cock.
"Okay."
I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house and changing the sheets on my bed. I didn't know how lucky I was going to be, but I thought I should be ready. I cleaned the hot tub and made sure that my liquor, beer and wine supply was full. I called and made reservations at a upscale steakhouse. Finally I had everything I could think of taken care of, so I cleaned up and readied myself for the evening.
On my way to pick up Abby, I called and asked if she wanted me to meet her in the lobby, her room or just pick her up at the entrance to the hotel in my vehicle. After a moment's thought, she told me, "Just be at the entrance and I'll come down to your car."
Ten minutes later I pulled up to her hotel and she was waiting near the valet station. She looked stunning. She was dressed in a white, translucent blouse, a short leather jacket, black skin tight pants and four inch stiletto heels that were open toed and showcasing her blood red painted toenails. She was carrying a large red designer handbag, too.
I stopped and before I could get out of my car and open the door for her, she climbed in, leaned over and gave me a wet kiss. I was dazed, but managed to tell her to put on her seat belt. I pulled out of the hotel driveway and started the drive to dinner.