Quick Recap:
Part one had me introduce you to my neighbor Betty. A very mature and beautiful married woman. Who had been the object of many of my masturbation fantasies starts to give me the impression she is looking to cheat on her husband with me.
Events take a turn when I am home from college and am working a night shift job so I am home during the week day and being the only "man" around at that time of day becomes a handy man for a drain problem at Betty's. Pleased with my work she has convinced her husband to have me handle the repairs at their summer home. This is what transpires when I head up to their summer home -- alone with Betty.
My Neighbor Betty -- Part 2
Since that Saturday afternoon I had met with Ken and he reviewed the repairs he needed and then told me I would be going up with his wife Betty -- alone -- every moment I was alone I was jerking off imagining what it would be like to be with her in bed and having sex.
So come Friday morning when I got off work -- I raced home -- finished packing my travel bag and walked across the street and rang their doorbell. Betty answered the door wearing t a very tight sleeveless summer dress and sandal heels. Hair and makeup was perfect and she smelled divine.
She ushered me in and said she had just a few things to do and then we would head up to the house. She left me in the living room as she walked back to their bedroom. She called out and asked me to come back she needed a hand. She had a suitcase and one small box that needed to be loaded into her car so we could leave once it was all packed in the trunk.
The suitcase was neither large nor heavy and the box you could carry under your arm. I wondered if she wanted me to see the bedroom. My cock stirred at the thought that maybe it would be more fun then work.
Once I had everything packed in the trunk of her Mercedes Benz 450 -- she hands me the keys and says the man always drives his lady. His Lady? Was she inferring she was my lady?
So off we went. Not quite ninety minutes later were pulling up to their summer home. She steps out of the car and tells me to bring everything in -- her suitcase goes in the master bedroom with the small box. But she doesn't say what I am to do with my travel bag.
She walks on ahead and I come in a few minutes behind her -- drop of my travel bag by the door and take her suitcase and box into the master bedroom suite. And it was a master bedroom. Towering ceiling -- huge king size bed -- expensive furniture -- truly a master's bedroom.
I just about knock her over when I turn to leave as she is walking in. She says she is going to head into town -- get groceries for the weekend -- that her husband had given me the chores needed and where to find what I needed. When she got back we would have lunch.
I gave her the keys and she was off. I got about getting things together to repair the door on the boat house which was the first task Ken wanted done. I lost track of time. The door was a bit more then what Ken had alluded to and it took some thinking as to how to fix it. So I did not hear Betty walk up behind me. Till she said you do nice work with those hands of yours. Again -- was she just being nice or is she flirting and teasing me? She said lunch was made and on the kitchen table -- there was beer and pop in the fridge -- so I could take my choice. She was off to do some shopping and meet up with some friends -- she said she would be home before dinner.
With the door finished and me hungry I went inside -- found a ham sandwich and chips on a plate. Grabbed a Coke and sat down to eat lunch. So my thoughts that she wanted me here to play seems to be more of my fertile -- hormone driven mind. It looked like I was going to be working the whole time.
I worked on the next two items on Ken's list they went easier then the door. But they were both quite labor intensive and did take up much of the afternoon.
I heard her car drive in. But I did not hear her walk up behind me. She tells me its happy hour and she doesn't like to drink alone. So it was time to pack it in for the day and she would be on the porch waiting to drink with me.
I washed up and found her sitting on the porch in one of those swing love seats. There was a small table in front and on it she had a pitcher with some beverage. There were glasses and a plate with cheese and crackers.
She still had on that tight summer dress. Her legs were crossed and her leg was slowly swinging -- dangling that sandal heel off her one foot. She was sipping whatever came out of that pitcher. She just smiled at me. Not saying a word. I stood there and looked at her -- unaware that I was staring at her. She made a motion with her hand -- patting the place right next to her -- come join me she said.
I walked over and sat down -- she reached for the pitcher -- poured a generous amount into a glass and then handed it to me -- we clinked glasses and I took my first sip. Whatever was in there was sure strong stuff. I about spit it back out I was so unprepared for how strong the drink was. She chuckled and said that when she comes up here alone that she enjoys mixing up this pitcher -- it helps her unwind. I tried to ask what was in it but she put her index finger to my lips and said just enjoy it.
We sat there in what seemed an eternity of silence -- both sipping our drinks. She was looking out at the lake when her hand reached down and rested on my thigh. As she had done with her hand on the small of my back she was gently caressing my thigh. I was wearing shorts and her fingers never made it above the hem. But it was like electricity coursing through my body from her touch. I looked over at her and she was just looking out at the lake sipping her drink occasionally. Like she was oblivious to what she was doing with her hand on my thigh as well as having no clue what it was doing to me.
