Living next door to us was a single parent family consisting of a young mother in her late twenties with two young daughters maybe five and seven years old. Also, the mother's younger sister lived there. The sister was about twenty. All four of them seemed to be clones of each other with light, natural blonde hair and identical facial features.
We had little contact with them but Cathy and I had talked with the mother briefly in coincidental meetings over the backyard fence.
The younger sister had drawn my attention more than once but I didn't even know her name. I was very aware that she was beautiful and very well constructed.
Once my wife Cathy and I were returning from an evening out. As we pulled into our drive our headlights flashed toward the neighbor's yard and for an instant as we turned and we saw the neighbor's sister and a guy fucking on a picnic table. Cathy and I chuckled but didn't pay any more attention.
Once I met the sister in the front yard after I had mowed the lawn and we sat on the ground and talked. I found that her nickname was Jeri. During this brief encounter I had to concentrate to keep from salivating. Her pretty hair and features along with her bombshell body made me fantasize about licking her all over and fucking her to oblivion. For that reason, I remember nothing of the conversation.
It was a hot summer day and she was dressed in a button-up blouse which she had tied in front with a knot just below her perfect breasts. Her tummy was flat and toned. Her legs were edible and her bare feet made me squirm. Her skin sported a nice summer tan which complimented her blonde hair.
The one thing I gathered from this meeting was that she enjoyed teasing and watching me squirm. As much as I would have enjoyed shagging her, I couldn't tell if she was really trying to start something or just being a tease. I tried to think of a way of finding out but didn't come to a solution. So when our conversation was over, we went our separate ways.
As soon as I stepped inside I began mentally slapping myself. "Self? What were you thinking?! You idiot! This delicious morsel placed herself at your disposal. Your wife is visiting her sister five hundred miles away! You could have brought her in here and enjoyed her all afternoon and into the night! Self, you are disgusting, despicable and an embarrassment to the male species."
"Hold on there, Self, don't be so damned judgmental. First, I think she may be a teasing touch-me-not. Secondly, in this neighborhood there were probably six people watching our conversation and if she and I had walked together into the house we would have become the latest scandal in a six block area. Be real, Self."
"Look dammit, Self... You should have just said somewhere in that fruitless conversation, 'I would like to lick you all over.' She would either run screaming into her own house or run into yours. You could have managed the gawky neighbor aspect with a bit of stage direction. But, of course, you would have to possess half a brain."
And that is how I lost my self respect.
Seriously, the incident caused a fantasy scenario in my mind which always ended in orgasmic screams and bodies sweating on each other.
A week after this unconsummated encounter a much more fruitful event involving Jeri occurred. Cathy and I were watching TV in our basement family room when the front doorbell rang.
I sprinted up the stairs and answered the door. As I opened the door, there was Jeri standing on the porch wearing nothing but an orange bikini.
"Well, hello there!" I said with some difficulty since my groin had suddenly jumped to my throat. I opened the screen door and she walked in. I closed the main door behind her. There we stood inches apart for a moment. We were so close I could feel the heat of her skin. I pulled her to my belly with my hands behind her shapely hips. I moved my head toward hers and she reacted as if I were going to kiss her. Instead I was moving to whisper in her ear.
"My wife is in the basement."
At that moment Cathy's voice came from the basement, "Who was that?" she asked.
"Come up; we have a guest," I answered nervously. Thousands of separate thoughts were instantly processing in my mind. This was such a surreal scene to me, what in the world would Cathy think?
As Cathy entered the living room she smiled. "Well! our next door neighbor!" Cathy invited Jeri to have a seat on the couch and as I stood there in a state of shock and the two of them talked niceties and introduced each other. As the two of them talked my senses were fully occupied with Jeri's beautifully tanned body accented with the tiny orange bikini. Her blonde hair flowed down her back to her shoulder blades.
I was trying to think what Jeri's intent was in showing up by surprise this way. Did she have some reason to believe I was home alone? Had she also been thinking about our recent encounter and what might have been? She obviously intended to get fucked and Cathy's presence seemed to foil that plan. But instead of politely leaving she sat on the couch relaxed and happily chatting with Cathy as I drooled helplessly onto my shirt.
Cathy, too, seemed relaxed. I was uncomfortable standing there and excused myself momentarily. I walked down a hallway where, unseen, I could gawk at Jeri's terrific body. After a few minutes to catch my breath, I returned to the room and sat in a chair across from them. I tried to act as if everything was normal and as if my dick wasn't banging like a mad horse against the stable wall. I also tried Zen meditation to slow down my pounding heart. I had no drama training but felt like maybe I was artfully depicting the role of a sane person. Time was standing still so I don't know how long they chatted and I smiled trying to keep my eyeballs inside their sockets and my dick from shredding the crotch of my pants.
Finally Cathy looked at me and said, "If you'll come with me to the kitchen, you could uncork a bottle of wine while I gather some snacks."
"Yeah, sure!" I eagerly followed Cathy to the kitchen. As we gathered and prepared the goodies we had a brief, whispered conversation.
"What's she doing here?" Cathy asked.
"Hell-if-I-know,"I chuckled, "I think maybe she's a nymphomaniac on the prowl.
"I have an evil idea," Cathy teased.
