A couple of years after my divorce I bought a condo in a very nice area just outside of town. The complex it is in is upscale, with four buildings surrounding a large pool. Every unit faces the woods in the front, and had a balcony that faced the pool in the back. There are about eighty units total, many seeming to be occupied by couples or divorced people like myself in their thirties and up. It is a very nice, quiet area, and very well kept.
The vast majority of the residents are very friendly, and the condo owners association scheduled a number of events for the residents. Not long after I moved in, they announced a pool party, with a Tiki theme. Being a lover of all things tropical, this was right up my alley. At the monthly meeting, I even offered to loan out many of my potted palm trees and other tropical plants, many of which were getting too big for my condo.
I was also looking forward to seeing a few of the women that live there, hoping that at least a few of them would be dressed for the occasion. One of the women that I was particularly hoping to see was Terri, a woman that I would see on the elevator in the mornings while we were both on our way to work.
Terri is a very attractive woman, I guessed about ten years older than me. She has a slim body with what appeared to be a very large pair of breasts. Looking at her one day, I realized that her breasts were probably not that large, but they just looked that way with her slim, petite figure.
I lived on the top floor of our building, so I was always on the elevator before she was. On the Friday before the Tiki party, Terri got on the elevator dressed much nicer than she usually was.
Terri s usual mode of dress for work was a nice pair of slacks, blouse, and a jacket. This morning, she was wearing a very nice skirt just above the knee, nylons and heels, showing off a beautiful pair of legs.
Being a wise-ass, as I am, I joked with her. "You know, most people go with a casual Friday concept, not a dress-up Friday."
Laughing, Terri looked at me, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and responded, "Well, you seem to be jumping the gun a bit. The Tiki party isn't until tomorrow."
"It's Aloha Fridays on most job sites," I told her. "It's a way for us in construction to lighten up a little, I guess."
"Ahh, is that your excuse?" she teased me. "Well, I have a date after work tonight, and we are staying downtown." "A date, huh?" I teased her back, looking her over. "Lucky him!"
Terri blushed, and we walked to our cars. "We'll see how lucky he is," she responded, as she got to hers and climbed in.
At the party the next night, I was enjoying myself, looking at all of the beautiful women dressed in tropical outfits, quite a few showing a lot of cleavage and leg. Around 9:00, Terri finally showed up, dressed in a light colored top, tied at her waist, and a sarong skirt. With her long, black hair flowing down, she was easily, in my opinion, the most beautiful woman there.
She saw me and waved, and started working her way towards me. When she reached me, she gave me a hug, to my surprise, and a kiss on the cheek, very close to my mouth. I went to the bar with her, and we both got a glass of Rum Punch. "So how was your date last night?" I asked her when we found an empty table to sit at.
"A disaster," she responded. "The man sat there the entire time passing gas, which he thought was funny, smoked the entire time, and then tried to give me an open mouth kiss at the end of the night. His breath smelled like tobacco smoke and rotting fish!"
I couldn't help but laugh, and told her that I wasn't laughing at her, or the situation, but at the fact that I had also had similar bad dates.
We started swapping horror stories and downing glasses of Rum Punch. I found out that Terri was twelve years older than me, putting her in her late fifties. When I told her that she could easily pass for ten years younger, she smiled, took my hand in hers, and said, "You're very sweet. You keep talking like that, and you could get yourself in trouble."
At that point, we had both finished our drinks, so I went to the bar for another round. As I was returning to the table with another round, the DJ played a slow Jimmy Buffet song, and I took Terri's hand and led her to the dance area.
Terri settled her head on my shoulder as we swayed to the music, and I could tell that she was comfortable with me, much to my delight. As a second slow song started, Terri said softly, "Good. I didn't want to sit yet. I like this."
Smiling, I pulled her in a little tighter, and moved in rhythm with her, our hips moving together in a very sensual way. I started to get a bit worried when I felt my cock start to rise because of the sensations that I was feeling.
I didn't have to worry, though, because when Terri felt me try to move my hips from hers, she looked up at me, smiled, and pulled me back in tight. I smiled back at her and continued dancing.
As the songs ended, Terri looked back up at me, kissed me softly on the lips, and said, "Thank you. That was very nice." "It was my pleasure," I assured her.
We went back to our table and continued talking. Soon, though, I could tell that the alcohol was starting to get to Terri, and I offered to walk her home.
"I would like that," she told me, "but I'm not ready to call it a night quite yet. Why don't we go up to your place, and sit on your balcony and watch the party from there." "That sounds very good to me," I told her, and we left the party to start one of our own.
When we got to my condo, I led Terri on to my balcony and made us a round of my own Rum punch. As I brought our drinks out, I noticed Terri standing at the railing, watching the goings-on at the pool. I stopped in the doorway, taking in the sight of her ass, nicely fit into her sarong. "You have a beautiful view up here," she said, looking out on the grounds. "The view up here has never been as nice as it is now," I told her, looking her over. She smiled, sipping her drink. "You really know how to flatter a girl," she said softly. "I'm not trying to flatter you," I responded. "I am just speaking my mind."
"You are very sweet," she said, as she sat at the table I had out there. Terri crossed her legs, allowing the top one to fall out of the slit in the sarong, showing off a leg that would make a woman half her age envious.
Noticing that I was looking at her legs, Terri smiled at me, finished her drink, and went to stand again at the railing. I downed the remainder of my drink and stood next to her. We watched the party downstairs wind down, and I noticed her turning her head slightly to look at me.
At that point, I reached over and lightly touched her arm, just above her wrist. I heard a light gasp and a sigh, and Terri leaned in towards me.
I moved to stand behind her and lightly stroked both of her arms, from her wrist to her shoulders. Terri sighed again, and leaned back into me. "That feels nice," she said softly. "Good," I whispered into her ear. "Just relax and enjoy."
At one point, I reached up and gathered Terri's hair and draped it over her left shoulder, exposing the right side of her neck. Then, I slid my right arm around her belly, holding her firmly, slipped the tips of my left hand under the sleeve of her blouse, and lightly kissed the exposed area of her neck.
