I was visiting my cousin today because we were expecting to entertain two couples later on in the evening. It was not yet noon, and I was in the kitchen, loading all of our wine glasses and hors d'oeuvre trays into the dishwasher. Vicki, meanwhile, was out rummaging through a few party supply shops for things like balloons, streamers, and stuff like that. I had just closed the dishwasher and started the cycle when the doorbell rang.
Valerie and her husband Trey have been Vicki's neighbors for the last three or four years. They have always been very neighborly to my cousin, and they have been quite nice to me whenever we met. Here I was on a Friday morning at Vicki's house, and I was all alone.
I opened the door and saw Valerie, a short, cute lady with a nice body (slightly on the pudgy side), and short curly brown hair. “This is a nice surprise," I said as I held the door open and stepped to the side. “Please, won't you come in?”
Valerie stepped inside the door and began looking around the room. “Uh, I came over to ask Vicki a question. Is she here?”
“No, but she should be back in just a few minutes so come on in and have a seat. I don't think she will be very long. Would you care for a drink or anything?”
Valerie was a bit on the bashful side and she walked in timidly to the chair. Strange, I thought. Valerie had always seemed comfortable around me and it made me concerned that something was wrong.
In an attempt to break the ice, I asked, “How are you and Trey getting along?”
“Huh?” I think the question caught Valerie off guard. “Oh, yeah - Trey and I are doing great. He is out of town this weekend, and you surprised me when you answered the door; I didn't know Vicki had company.”
I sat down in the chair across from her. “Well, as I said, Vicki is out on some errands right now, but she should be back soon. You are more than welcome to wait, but if it's too personal, feel free to come back when Vicki is here and I'll be glad to give you two some privacy.”
“That's okay,” Valerie replied. “I just had a question to ask and since it kind of involves you, too, I guess I could ask you if you don't mind.”
“It involves me?” Valerie certainly had my attention.
“Would you mind if I asked you a very personal question?” Valerie seemed to blush when she asked; I could tell this was something that had been on her mind for some time.
“If you feel comfortable asking me, I would be happy to try and answer the best way I can.” Sensing how nervous Valerie was, I thought I would try and help calm her by leaning forward. Perhaps a display of interest in what she had to say would help her to relax a bit.
“This is something that truly is none of my business, so if you would rather not answer...”
“It's okay, Valerie,“ I said. “You may ask me anything you like, but I will make you a deal: if I am not comfortable answering your question, I will refer you to my cousin. Whether I answer or not, we will always remain friends. Is that fair enough?”
Valerie smiled and lowered her head a little, and, for the second time that morning, she blushed a little.
“Well,” she began, “over the past year or so, I have noticed that on Friday nights, you guys will have a few people over, but we never hear any loud music. It just seemed a little odd that it was so quiet, and I was wondering...well...I was wondering ...” Her voice trailed off. I could tell she was feeling like she was overstepping her boundaries and being a truly nosy neighbor.
“I see,” I said. “I assume that your husband also noticed?”
Valerie just nodded her head.
“Valerie, I do not mind answering because you and Trey have always been great neighbors. Vicki and I often thought about inviting you two over on a Friday night with everyone else, but we did not know if you would like it or not.”
Hearing this news caused Valerie to perk up a little. “Didn't know if we would like what,” she asked.
I cleared my throat. “Well...you see...Vicki and I have formed a sort of a social club.”
“A social club,” Valerie asked. “You guys don't do any drugs or anything, do you?”
“Oh, no, no,” I answered quickly. “Occasionally, someone may smoke some pot, but no drugs of any kind. Most of us do enjoy some wine or beer, though.”
“Then...what do you mean by 'social club',” Valerie asked.
“Well, we often become quite passionate with our friends,” I stammered as I struggled to find the right words. “Tell me, Valerie, do you know what 'swingers' are?”
Valerie furrowed her brow as she began thinking, and then her face lit and she raised her head. “You mean....it's a sex party?”
All I did was smile. I watched Valerie closely as she began to process that information. Finally, I asked, “Are we still friends?”
“Of course we are,” Valerie replied.
“Does nudity bother you, Valerie?”
“Not really,” she answered.
I stood up slowly and asked, “Would you mind if I got comfortable?”
Valerie looked up. Her beautiful brown eyes widened. She sat there, staring at me in total silence. Since she never looked away (in fact, I don't think she even blinked), I took that as a “yes.”
I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, my chest and stomach were now fully exposed. Valerie remained silent as she sat in her seat and watched.
I reached down to my waist, unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned my jeans. “This is your last chance, Valerie. Unless you say something, I am going to finish getting comfortable.”
I paused for a moment to see if she would respond. I took her silence and her continued stare as permission to continue. My jeans fell to the floor, and my cock sprang forward like an Olympic diving board. Valerie's eyes widened even further as she fixed her gaze on my throbbing cock.
I grabbed my cock and began stroking myself as I slowly began walking toward her. “Feel free to get comfortable if you like, Valerie.”
Valerie remained motionless and kept her eyes glued to my cock as I drew closer to her. Slowly, I placed my hand on her shoulder to offer her some reassurance. “You may touch it if you like.”
Valerie looked up at me with her panda bear-like eyes. I was almost a little surprised when I saw her hand slowly reaching out to touch my cock. Very soon, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began pulling on my meaty pole.
“Oh, fuck, Valerie, that feels so fucking good.”
My hips began moving back and forth in rhythm with her hand so I could fuck Valerie's fist. Her fingers tightened around my cock and I could tell she was enjoying her experience.
I bent over and reached down to grab the bottom hem of the sweatshirt she was wearing, and I began to pull up as if I were going to remove it. I had raised it a couple of inches when I said, “Lift both of your arms straight up if you want me to continue.”
She thought about it for a moment, then slowly began raising her hands above her head. Once her fingertips were pointed at the ceiling, I lifted her sweatshirt up and over her head, and then over her arms. Valerie was completely topless; her little boobs were firm and her nipples were pointing out like little bullets of pleasure. My hands reached down and began massaging Valerie's sweet little tits.