A year after my divorce became final I threw a little barbecue party for friends and neighbours as a sort of private celebration. Friends I invited because they truly were friends who'd stuck with me through some difficult times. Neighbours, because my friends could get a bit noisy sometimes, especially when someone else is laying out a couple of kegs.
Most of my neighbours are OK. I get on reasonably well with them. A couple of them are assholes, but they probably think the same of me and some of my friends. Come to think of it, a couple of my friends are assholes, but they're still my friends.
Included with my neighbours are James and Anne. I prayed that they wouldn't be able to come, but the good Lord ignored my most fervent prayers. I have nothing against Anne. She is a lovely woman, both in personality and looks. It's James I can't stand. He's a born politician, and if you can think of something worse to call someone, then that probably applies to him as well.
Anyway, they turned up, and where Anne genuinely likes people and gets on with everyone, James just assumes that he does and that everyone loves him. He was circling the crowd, glad-handing everyone, eager to discuss the politics of the day, always assuming that he was right and we would all agree with him. In other words, being a total asshole. I could always spot where he was by watching people drift away from that area.
Despite James, everyone seemed to have a good time. Food was eaten and drink was drunk. Quite a bit of drink was drunk, James especially eager to accept when free booze was on offer. A number of my friends and neighbours had brought along a couple of extra bottles, but not James. All he brought was an opinion, an appetite and a thirst. At times I don't think he even realised that his wife was there.
Eventually people started drifting off home. Friends first, oddly enough, generally because they had further to go. Then the neighbours started making a beeline for their own residences, until there was only James and my good self left.
James was blotto, barely able to stand. I assumed that Anne had given up on dragging him away while there was still free beer available and gone home early. Unlike James, she had not been drinking.
I steered James out of the yard and walked him down the street. All things considered I suppose I had a moral responsibility to deliver him home in one piece. He staggered up to his front door, managed to open it and reeled inside. I closed the door behind him and went home.
The cleaning up I decided would wait until the morning. I did a quick check around the backyard to ensure that I hadn't left any unconscious guests out there, and then thought I'd better do the same for the house.
It was a good thing I did. Anne was asleep on the couch in the front room. Apparently she hadn't gone home; simply come inside to rest while waiting for James.
I think I might have mentioned that she is quite lovely to look at. A very shapely figure and lovely long legs, which were currently on full display. Her skirt had ridden up in her sleep, revealing lacy panties and a lot of silky smooth thigh.
I think I may have had one or two beers too many, even though as host I had considered it my duty not to get pissed with everyone else. Nothing else could explain my behaviour.
Moving slowly, I eased her panties off and started stroking her legs and inner thighs, gradually moving along her legs until I was gently massaging her pussy. A nicely shaven pussy I noticed, and I was soon trailing my fingers all around it while Anne moaned and shifted restlessly.
One leg slid off the couch, leaving her wide open to my advances. I knelt on the couch and pressed my cock lightly against her pussy. Reaching down I eased her lips slightly apart, letting them close upon the head of my cock. I wasn't actually inside her, at this point, but it would only take a nudge.
Reaching over I started undoing the buttons of her blouse. Easing it open I was pleased to find Anne was actually wearing a front opening bra. It was the work of a moment to undo it and expose the treasures beneath.
I started stroking them, rubbing the nipples around with my palms and enjoying the feel of her. I was quite startled when she suddenly spoke to me.
"Are you intending to rape me while I'm drunk and half asleep, Mike?" she asked me quietly.
I laughed.
"Certainly not," I said. "For a start, you're not drunk. I watched everyone and if you had more than a couple of glasses of wine I'll go he. You should be able to tell that I'm in a position to ravish you if I wanted to, but haven't. If you haven't looked I'll let you know that yes, that is my cock pressing against you and wanting to enter you.
All I've been doing is admiring your body while waiting for you to wake up. Now that you are awake, I'm waiting for you to say yay or nay to my driving home and ravishing you.
You don't have to answer just yet. I'm quite happy to play with these glorious breasts while waiting for you to make up your mind.
Um, I think it's only fair to tell you that if you say yay, I'll be driving into so far and so deep you won't have time to do more than scream before you're firmly nailed to the couch."
With that I bent down and started sucking on one of her nipples, while one hand played with her other breast and the other went wandering downstairs to press against her pussy, pushing it firmly against my cock, heightening her awareness of it being poised there.
"Just how much have you had to drink, Mike," Anne asked.
"Not much, really," I said, "but apparently enough to lower my inhibitions. You have a very soft body you know. Full of lovely curves and things."
