"Oops, I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," I said as I jostled her as we attempted to exit through the mall doors at the same time. Her pink hair and the sway of her tush had riveted my attention. She had been at the self-checkout next to mine and caught my eye before we ran into each other.
"Not a problem. I was also distracted," she replied as she walked away.
I watched the jiggle and sway of her ass as she walked away from me, thinking that was just what I needed in my life.
When I got to my car, I turned and looked for her again but didn't see her. Was she just a dream, or had I seen the sexiest woman I'd ever seen?
On my way home, I could still see her in my mind. Delightfully curvy, with a generous chest that strained her sleeveless top and nipples thrust proudly forward, a sight that would remain engraved in my imagination. Her hair, pink with purple streaks, fit her perfectly. Her long legs encased in tight jeans molded her legs perfectly, leading to where I imagined paradise to reside. I pulled into my driveway, wishing I could see her again. I parked my car and entered my house to make dinner and get ready to watch the hockey game.
After a few beers, I watched my team beat our hated rivals, the Maple Leaf hockey team, while having supper. I went to bed happy and relaxed. Sleep came quickly in the darkness of my bedroom. She also came quickly to me in my sleep, standing at the end of my bed in a pink negligee that left little to the imagination. It was low enough to cover paradise and emphasized the long, luscious legs leading up to it. Her tits seemed perfect. They sat high on her chest, with her nipples hard and long, poking tents in the fabric of her negligee.
My cock throbbed, and the sheet covering me stood no chance of hiding my excitement. Her eyes stared at me as she stood there, and I watched as they scanned down my chest, eyeing my cock barely hidden from her. Her tongue snaked out through her pursed lips and licked them as she stared. I motioned to invite her to climb up and join me. The shy smile with a hint of mischief showed she wanted to. As she moved closer to the bed and lifted her leg to put her knee on the bed, my eyes caught a glimpse of her shaved pussy, and my cock twitched, and then she was gone as a loud noise outside woke me up. 'Was she just a Dream?'
I got up, frustrated that my sexy dream had ended abruptly. I looked out the window to notice a moving truck across the street. Rory and Phoebe had recently moved as Phoebe had received a promotion, and their house had sold quickly. The new neighbors were obviously moving in this weekend.
Resolved not to go back to sleep, I headed downstairs for my morning coffee and toast. I had yard work I needed to do, so it was best to get started since I was up. After breakfast, I headed to the garage and got my lawn mower out. I did the backyard first, then went to the front. I noticed the moving truck was still across the street, but I could tell they were almost finished with the move as the truck was empty.
I wondered if the new neighbors would be young or old and if they had kids. I finished quickly, with the relatively small front yard, and watched as the moving truck pulled away as I headed back to the garage.
After taking a shower to clean up and putting on clean clothes, I got ready to head out to run some errands. Walking out the door, keys in hand, I noticed a small sports car across the street in the driveway with the trunk open and a fantastic-looking ass sticking out of it as a woman bent over to get something. Being neighborly was the right thing to do, and that ass merited a closer look, so I went to offer my assistance.
"Need some help?" I asked as I got to her driveway, my eyes glued to that mouth-watering ass that had caught my attention from across the street and looked even better up close.
"Oh fuck!" she yelled, "You scared me half to death."
As she straightened out of her trunk, her hair was the first thing that caught my eye… Pink with purple streaks! It was her, the gorgeous woman from the mall, and my dream. My jaw dropped.
"Where did you come from?" she asked. I sat there dumbfounded, mouth half open, until I noticed the confused expression on her beautiful face when I didn't answer.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Joe. I live across the street. I'm your neighbor. Welcome to the neighborhood; do you need a hand?"
A smile lit up her face as well as half the block. She told me her name was Jerrica and put out her hand to shake mine. Her skin was soft and delicate, and I could feel electricity in her touch. "Nice to meet you, Joe, and I would love some help. Thank you."
I grabbed a box from the trunk. "Lead the way, I'll follow," I told her. This allowed me to have a longer look at that perfect ass. Watching her walk as I followed her into the house was hypnotizing. Her hips gave her ass a wiggle that made you forget the world around you.
The movers had done an excellent job getting the furniture in place, and the boxes were in the rooms they needed to be in, waiting to be unpacked. She bent over to put the box down in the living room, and I froze in place with the box in my hands and stared at her ass. However, I stared too long, and she turned around and caught me staring.
"You can drop the box here when you're done enjoying the view," she said with a naughty smirk and a sparkle in her eyes. I blushed and apologized, but could feel my cock straining against my pants from that fabulous sight. "Don't worry, I catch men staring at my ass all the time. I appreciate the compliment," she said as she looked down at my groin.
I smiled and told her that it undoubtedly was a work of art.
After getting all the boxes in the house, she thanked me for the help and asked, "Can I offer you a drink if you have time?"
I gladly accepted and told her I'd love a beer.
"Be right back," she said as she went to the kitchen and returned quickly with two beers.
"Cheers," she said and took a healthy swig from the neck of the bottle.
We sat and talked about our lives. I learned that she was married, and her husband worked a job requiring him to travel more than being at home, but they were happy together. She worked in an office part-time to stay busy. I told her about my failed marriage and that now my ex and I were better off as friends and of my work as a financial analyst. While chatting, I heard a car pull up and park in the driveway. Jerrica smiled and said, "That must be Tony, my husband."
"Well, I'll get ready to go. I wouldn't want to impose on your time."
"No need to do that. He would be delighted to meet you. Stay a while."
I resumed my seat reluctantly, ready to hate this guy sight unseen for his luck in being married to this stunning woman who literally gave me a hard-on when I was in her presence.
She scampered to the door to greet him.
I could hear them talking, and he asked, "How's my favorite girl?" followed by the sound of him kissing her.
She answered, "Behave, we have a guest."
"Who?"
"Joe, our neighbor from across the street. He helped me unpack the car."
They entered the room, and Tony came up to me and, after shaking my hand, thanked me for the help I had given Jerrica.
Jerrica went out and returned with three beers, and we sat around shooting the usual shit that people do while feeling out strangers.
It turned out that Tony was a nice guy, and I started to feel less resentful towards him. It was his good luck to be married to this woman who made my heart throb.
The conversation turned to sports, and it turned out that Tony was an avid golfer, as was I.
I asked him where he usually played, and it turned out that he needed a golf course in this area as they had just moved here. I impulsively asked him if he would like to play a round next Friday as I had an arranged tee time at the local course.
He was delighted to accept as he would be in town and looked forward to getting to know me better.
I stood to take my leave, and as we walked out, Tony slapped Jerrica's butt. He winked at me and said, "A real work of art, isn't it, Joe?"
I mumbled an affirmative response, to which he smiled. Turning to Jerrica, he said, "See, honey, Joe is not only a golfer, he's also an art lover."
She laughed and said, "Yes, I had noticed that."
****
Next Friday, I picked up Tony in my car and drove to the club, where we enjoyed a great round of golf.
He and I were well-matched, which made for a very relaxed and enjoyable game.
After the eighteenth hole, we adjourned to the clubhouse to hoist a beer or two.
Tony asked about my work and my life. I told him the same things I had talked to Jerrica about earlier in the week.
As we were preparing to return, he asked me what I had planned for Saturday night.
"Nothing special," I told him.
"Why don't you come over to our place? It's Jerrica's birthday, and a few other people are coming to help her celebrate. I am sure she would be delighted by your presence."
"I'd love to. However, I don't think I could get a date on such short notice."
"Don't worry about that. I am sure you will find some woman there who would be delighted to be your partner for the evening."
"Really?"
"I'm sure. It's a fun group."
I accepted, thinking getting out of my shell would be good. It would also be a pleasure to see Jerrica again.
****
Saturday evening found me at their door. I was freshly shaved and wearing chinos and a smart sports shirt to accompany my loafers. I carried a bouquet of flowers for the birthday girl.
Jerrica opened the door, and my jaw dropped. She was bra-less and wearing a blouse that was translucent and through which I could see her amazing tits and a mini skirt that was just above her thighs, revealing her magnificent legs.
She shrieked with delight at seeing me and wrapped her arms around me to hug me.
Now, there are two types of huggers. The first type resembles the letter 'A' when hugging. Only their upper bodies touch. The second type forms the letters 'II,' where the contact starts at the legs and carries through from bottom to top.
Jerrica was the second type. I could feel her nipples digging into my chest, and I was sure she could feel my erection grinding into her lower body.
She smiled and said, "I'm so glad you could make it, Joe."
Embarrassed and excited, I stepped back and handed her the roses.
"For me?" she asked.
"Of course, for you. You're the birthday girl, aren't you?"
"That's so sweet. Thank you," she smiled, stepped back into my arms, raised her face to mine, and kissed me.
I was expecting a peck on the cheek, but what I received were her sweet lips against mine as her tongue thrust greedily into my mouth.
The kiss left me breathless and more in lust than I had been. She took my hand and led me to the living room, where a group of people lounged and talked while some 80s music played in the background. I was introduced to two couples and a statuesque redhead who sat in Tony's lap.
He obviously had been exploring her tits as her blouse was open and her breasts were on full display. Her vibrant red lipstick had left traces on Tony's face and lips.
Tony waved to me with the hand that was not wrapped around the redhead's tit.
He said without shame, "Hey, Joe, glad you could make it."
Jerrica smiled at him, saying, "Look what Joe brought for my birthday," showing him the roses.
"Come with me, Joe, and let's put these in a vase."
I followed her to the kitchen while being treated to a view of her fantastic ass.
She filled a vase with water, placed the roses in it, and then turned to me. "What's wrong, Joe? You look confused."
"I'm just surprised at Tony acting that way in front of you."
"Didn't Tony explain what would happen tonight when he invited you?"
"No."
"Oh my. Poor Joe! Let me sort out your confusion. As he told you, today is my birthday. When he asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I told him I wanted to have a gang bang.
"Tony and I have an open relationship. With him being away so often, we agreed that we could seek other partners as long as we were open about it and did not lie to each other. So, I am a hot wife, and he is my stag."
"What's a stag?"
"A stag is a married man who shares his wife and is allowed to have other sex partners either with or without his wife. I asked Tony to invite you as I thought you might enjoy the experience. If you are uncomfortable, however, you may leave. I would not want you to feel uncomfortable."
Stunned by her words, I collapsed into a chair.
"Jerrica, I don't know what to say. I have been having sexual fantasies about you from the day I met you. I even dream about you at night. I've never done anything like this and am a bit scared."
She came and sat in my lap and kissed me again. Taking my hand, she placed it against her naked flesh. She had undone a few buttons on her blouse. I felt the silky smooth skin and the heat of her flesh as our tongues wrestled in the warmth of our mouths. I felt her nipples grow in the palm of my hand and gently pinched them, which elicited a gasp and then a long moan.
Her hand snaked into the waistband of my trousers, and her hand enfolded my cock. She gave it a few strokes, and I was so horny at that point that I immediately felt my pre-cum start lubricating my shaft.
Jerrica stood and said, "Come with me. Let's go find some privacy for our first time together."