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“Terry! Damn, watch what you’re doing.” The words were like nails on a chalkboard, wrenching her from the inky depths of peaceful sleep at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning. Desperately she tried to return to the dream, it had been wonderful, he had been wonderful. It was not to be though. The annoying sounds of whatever morons outside were tempting fate were like an alarm clock, a really irritating alarm clock that lacked a snooze button. Slowly her bedroom came into focus as her eyes opened and adjusted to the warm, morning sunshine filtering in through the open windows. “Fuck off!” Kate called out, in the loudest voice she could muster. With only five seconds of consciousness to help clear away the foggy haze of sleep, she hoped that whoever it was took her suggestion seriously before they incurred her wrath. She buried her head under the warm pillow but could still hear the faint clanging and banging of something in the distance. She willed it to stop; her eyes clenched shut and her face scrunched up underneath the soft, fluffy encasement. Eventually, she gave up.  “Right. Whoever that is had better start praying.” With a great deal of reluctance she dragged her aching body out of the comfort of her snug, cozy bed and stumbled like the walking dead across the deep-pile carpet to the door. The dull ache in her thighs and calves made it particularly slow going, but she managed to hobble her way down the steps and into the hallway. As she staggered across to the front window in the living room, Kate tilted the blinds open and shielded her face from the piercing sunlight that came flooding in. When her eyes became accustomed to the glorious warmth, she noticed a large white removal van parked up on the street in front of the house next door.  “E-Z-Movers, hey?” she whispered to herself as she read the sign on the side of the van. Peering out between the white wooden slats and playing the part of the nosey neighbour, Kate saw four overweight, middle-aged men in dungarees manhandling a piano out of the back of the van. “Oh, shit!” shouted one of the guys, as the corner of the rather expensive looking musical instrument caught the edge of the steel frame on the van and left a large, noticeable scratch down the rear panel. Kate chuckled to herself; it reminded her of an old Laurel and Hardy sketch. Her attention was immediately drawn to a lean, tall, handsome looking man who emerged from the house and went running over. He was dressed in a pair of stonewashed jeans and a tight-fitting grey t-shirt which almost looked painted onto his upper body. It seemed to hug his torso in all the right places and really showed off his defined physique. Kate unconsciously licked her lips. “Aww guys, come on! Be careful with that.” “I’m sorry, mister,” replied one of the removal men as he scratched his bald spot, “it’s really heavy, it just slipped.” The rather athletic looking chap, clearly the owner of the now less than mint condition piano, turned back to the house and then froze. He seemed to be staring straight at Kate through the window and squinting as if he couldn’t quite make out what is was he was looking at. It was then, in a sudden jaw-dropping moment of clarity, that Kate realized she was completely naked from the waist down.  One hand flew down to cover her modesty as the other shot up to the blind tilt rod and twisted it to close them. Standing in the now relative darkness of her front room, she replayed the last sixty-seconds over in her head and sighed. Turning to face the wall, she let out a deep breath, rested her forehead against the smooth, cool surface and whispered to herself, “It’s going to be one of those days.” Climbing the stairs back to her room, Kate was acutely aware of the lack of clothing covering her bottom half. The disappearance of her panties was hardly a mystery however as she had spent the previous evening enjoying the ‘pulsing massage’ setting on her new vibrator. Divorced now for almost a year, she realized just in the last couple of months how true the old adage was that, ‘a girl has needs.’ So much money had been spent on batteries recently that splashing out on a new rechargeable toy was practically a necessity. The en-suite bathroom lit up as she flicked on the light switch, padding across the cool tiles on her bare feet to the mirror on the far wall. The gym classes she had signed up for on Wednesday and Friday evenings were killing her; working a full day and then working her body afterwards was almost too much. Even climbing the stairs a moment before had been excruciating. If it were not for the noticeable improvements she saw in her figure she would probably have given up by now.  Kate peeled off her night-shirt, bunched it up and threw it back through the door onto her bedroom floor. It landed next to the still damp, crumpled pair of cotton boy shorts that were sorely missed just minutes before. As she stood admiring her physique, Kate could see that the hard work was really starting to pay off. Her stomach was flat and toned, her thighs were slim and more shapely; before her stood a sexy woman with an hourglass figure. Kate ran her fingers over the soft, golden nest of curls at the apex of her thighs and with a cheeky smirk on her face, sauntered up to the mirror. She pressed her shapely breasts against the cold, glossy surface feeling her nipples tighten almost instantly. With a tiny gasp of pleasure at the sensation, she planted a soft, lingering kiss on her own reflection. “You sexy thing, you.” After she had showered, dressed and eaten a begrudgingly healthy breakfast, Kate slipped on her shoes and headed for the door. As she descended the steps of the porch, she saw Mr. Hunky from earlier strolling over to her. “Hi, I’m John. I just moved in next door,” he said in a deep, melodic voice, “I’m sorry about the noise. They didn’t wake you up, did they?” “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” she replied, extending her hand as she smiled, “My name’s Kate.” “Nice to meet you.” She shook his hand and noted his strong, firm grip. Now that they were up close and personal she could get a proper look at him. The first thought that flitted through her mind was, ‘Oh, yes.’ He had short-cropped hair the colour of deep, rich espresso, and his chiseled jaw line gave him a gruff look with a light brush of stubble. His eyes looked so dark they appeared almost black, a very alluring trait; Kate knew straight away she was smitten. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she allowed her gaze to wander over the rest of his body whilst trying her best to remain inconspicuous; he was a big guy.  “I’ve been wondering when someone might move in. The house has been on the market for a couple of months now.” Before he could respond, the wincing sound of glass smashing inside a cardboard box could be heard from the back of the van, followed by a series of muffled expletives. “Listen, I’m sorry but I’d better go before they destroy everything I own and save me the job of having mersin escort to unpack it all.”  Kate laughed, “That’s fine, you go. I’ll see you around.”  As he ran off, he turned and gave her a friendly wave. Kate couldn’t help but feel a twinge of desire as she nibbled on her bottom lip. Her new next door neighbour was a tall, dark, handsome man who was most certainly not wearing a wedding ring.  “That could be promising.” Over the next three weeks they saw each other almost every morning when leaving for work, usually stopping to have a quick chat before they had to rush off. The fact that Kate lived alone in relative luxury suburbia had cropped up in conversation once, but she quickly brushed over the details of her short and ultimately disastrous marriage to the wealthy son of a hedge fund trader. That part of her life was behind her and she was now a legal secretary at a law firm in the city. She was enjoying the single life, almost. With a shrewd question or two regarding John’s physique and rather informal attire when heading to work, Kate discovered that he was an executive for a sports marketing agency. Upon reflection, she thought that rather suited him. “Good morning, Kate. Sleep well?” The subtle enquiries into her sleeping habits had not gone unnoticed, the fact that she blushed each time he asked was likely the reason he kept up the game. More than once had she found John in her dreams, or it would be more accurate to say, her fantasies. He was slowly becoming a guilty pleasure of hers; if only he knew.  Or, perhaps that was it, maybe he did know. The evenings were still muggy and the only relief to be had was to sleep with the windows open in order to catch the cool breeze in the nighttime air. Did he do the same? She blanched at the very real possibility that John had been listening to the moans of her private self-pleasure.  “Very well, thank you,” she replied. “How about you?” “I tossed, and turned.” The deliberate pause spoke volumes and suddenly felt like a definite step-up in their playful flirting. “That sounds, tiring,” she smiled, as she unlocked her car. As Kate was about to climb in, she stopped and decided to be bold. “Oh, John. I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” She’d been considering this for the past week and had played with the idea, not able to actually commit on it. “Oh?” he asked, as he strolled back over to her. “I know you’re new to the area and probably don’t know many people around here yet. A friend of mine is throwing a little garden party next Saturday, it’s something we do together every fall and I was wondering if you’d like to come. You know, with me.” John’s expression reminded her a little of a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights, he clearly hadn’t been expecting that sort of question. She hesitated and didn’t give him time to respond, “It’s not a problem if you’re busy! I just thought I’d offer…”  With a grin that gave her chills, he chuckled quietly and replied, “I’d love to. Thank you for the offer.” He leaned in and in an act of unusual intimacy for neighbours, gave her a kiss on the cheek, “That was very thoughtful of you. It’s a date.” Things were starting to get complicated. Not only was John a distraction in her bedroom but Kate was also finding it hard concentrate whilst she was a work. The drive over to the office had nearly been a disaster; she really couldn’t afford to run another red light. Those words kept echoing through her head, “It’s a date.” She hadn’t been on a date since before she was married.  “Morning, Kate,” said one of her colleagues as she strode into the office in a daze, “Are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed.” “Oh, I’m fine. Thanks.” By lunchtime, the lid on her pen had been well and truly destroyed by her preoccupied nibbling as her imagination ran riot. He had big, strong hands; she loved big hands. She wondered what they would feel like as they roamed over her body in the most sensual ways, tracing her crevices and hollows, cupping her swells and curves. She imagined the taste of his lips as he kissed her and ran his tongue over, “Ohh.” Kate bit her lip and held her breath as her eyes shot open. ‘Did I just moan in the office?’ she thought to herself. Sitting up straight, she took a quick glance around hoping no one had noticed; it looked like she was in the clear. Relaxing back into her soft leather office chair, she tried to relax her heavy breathing. Kate knew she was turning into a mess. Her bra felt tighter than it had when she put it on this morning and she couldn’t help but continually cross her legs under the desk as she squirmed in her seat. A distracting, cloying dampness between her thighs became her preoccupying focus and drove her to distraction for the whole afternoon. Reclining slightly and glancing up to the office ceiling, she let out a barely audible sigh of sexual frustration, “Oh, fuck.” *** After two hours and thirty-seven minutes of preening and pampering, Kate strolled out of her front door looking every inch a goddess. This was her opportunity to knock John for six and she was not going to waste it. Her expensive new heels clicked and clacked as she descended the porch steps wearing a brand new, figure hugging dress bought especially for the occasion. Blood red, low-cut and dangerously provocative, it was now her most daring attire. Her earlier reservations about wearing it dissolved in the cool, late afternoon air which caressed her body. A sudden humid breeze caught her hair at the exact moment John glanced over from the car, a flowing wave of burnished gold caught in the late afternoon sun.  Kate admired his stylish take on semi-formal attire. Everything worked on him; from the black leather brogues, black pants and silver-buckled belt, to the crisp white dress shirt he had partly unbuttoned and had the sleeves rolled up on. As she strolled over to him with her clutch bag in one hand, she tucked and errant lock of hair behind her ear with her other. The look on his face was exactly what she had been aiming for.  “Catching flies?” she asked, as his mouth snapped shut, “What do you think?” “You, you look…” She raised an eyebrow, “I look?” “Amazing,” he croaked out, swallowing hard, “you look amazing.” “Why, thank you. You look very handsome yourself. Shall we go?” John opened the passenger door for her as she slid into his car. He had offered to drive and despite her arguing the point, he had insisted on it. The car had been sat in the sun all afternoon, and the warm leather of the seat relaxed some of the tension in her muscles as it seeped through the delicate fabric of the dress and into her body.  It was only a fifteen minute drive to Sally’s house but the devil in her had decided a little mischief would make the journey more enjoyable. Slowly, and as subtly as she could manage, Kate crossed her legs and allowed the hem of the dress to accidentally ride up her thigh. She couldn’t see John’s face, but the minor corrections he continued to make whilst mersin escort bayan driving told her more than enough. She imagined he would drool if he knew how she had groomed the rest of her body. A girl must be prepared after all, just in case. A few strokes of a razor in the shower had her pussy smooth and deliciously bare, it was also now clad in her sexiest pair of pink lace panties. The Lloyd’s Fall Party was something that they had been doing together for years. Kate and Sally had been best friends since they were kids and every autumn she helped her throw a huge party for friends and family. Kate had spent all that morning over there baking, cooking and decorating, before heading home to get changed for the evening festivities. When they arrived at the house, the party was already in full swing. Kids were playing in the back yard, the huge trays of food were just being prepared for the tables out on the lawn and soft jazz was playing on the music system, setting the mood. “Kate, you’re just in time,” called out Sally as she ran up to great them in the hallway, “we’re just dishing out…” Her voice trailed off as she saw the tall dark stranger stood behind her friend.  “Sally, this is John, my new next door neighbour. John, this is Sally, my best friend and our host for the evening.”  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sally.” John leaned forward and shook her hand, “Thank you for having me, you have a very lovely home.” “Well, erm, you’re very welcome. Please help yourself to a drink,” she replied as she pointed him in the direction of the bar.  “Glass of white wine for me please,” said Kate, and with a nod he headed off. Sally smiled pleasantly until he was out sight, then quickly grabbed Kate’s arm and dragged her roughly into the kitchen. The look on her face said it all.  “He’s your plus one?!” Sally asked, barely able to keep her voice below an excited screech, “He’s a stud! Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were dating a male model?” “Firstly, we’re not ‘dating’, we’re just friends; and second, he’s not a male model. He’s actually in sports marketing.” “Are you winding me up? He’s fucking gorgeous! Please God tell me you’re boinking him.” Kate struggled to keep from laughing as she covered her mouth with her hand, Sally had been like this since they were in high school together. “Who the hell says, ‘boinking’?” “You know what I mean. Come on, if you can’t tell your best friend, who can you tell?” “Actually, no. We haven’t slept together, if you must know,” she replied, keeping her voice at a conspiratorial volume. “Any particular reason you haven’t jumped him? It’s been a year. You are allowed another man, you know. It is allowed.” “Yes, thank you, mother.” Kate took a quick glance around, “I’m working on it, alright?”  “I should say,” Sally replied, eyeing up the plunging neckline on Kate’s dress. Just then the door swung open and in walked John holding two glasses of wine. As he looked at them both he could hazard a guess at their topic of conversation, “I’m not interrupting anything, I am? I can go and mingle for a bit.” The girls looked at each other and started giggling like a couple of kids that had heard a dirty joke, “No, you’re fine,” replied Kate, “come on, let’s go outside.” John was right when he’d remarked earlier about Sally having a lovely home, compared to her own it really was palatial. As they stepped out through the french doors and into the sweeping garden, it was truly an awe-inspiring site. The sun was setting behind the trees, the hanging lanterns had been turned on and everything was bathed in a warm, autumn glow. As they sipped the crisp Sauvignon blanc and strolled around the lush grounds, Kate realized she was really enjoying John’s company. The breath-taking magnificence of the dying sun as it dropped below the horizon set the bronze and copper leaves aflame. The endless manicured grounds looked glorious as sunburnt shadows danced across the rich, verdant lawn. Kate found herself smiling for no particular reason as they kept glancing at each other, working their way back to where the rich, sweet smells carried on the gentle breeze from the tables of culinary delights. The wine was sweetest she had ever tasted, the foods were succulent and indulgent, it was truly a gathering of luxuriant excess. People begin to tuck into the delicious dishes that Kate and Sally had seemingly whipped up earlier without the slightest effort. The warm, honeyed scents of fall inspired foods permeated the air and made their taste buds tingle. There were bourbon pumpkin bread puddings, cinnamon apple crumbles, whiskey maple-nut sweets and even burnt toffee popcorn. Jugs of spiced cider with lemon and cinnamon and a large bowl of hot, Grand Marnier infused hot fruit punch were brought out to finish the ensemble. Kate and John feasted on mouth-watering delicacies, occasionally feeding each other rich, savoury morsels of different pastries and fruits. She fed him his first honeyed fig and giggled as he tried to lick a droplet of the sticky liquid that rolled down his chin. Without a thought, Kate wiped it off with her index finger and slipped it into her mouth; several seconds later she was blushing a fiery hue. As the evening wore on and Kate mingled, relaxed and enjoyed the company of friends rarely seen, she found herself constantly searching for John amongst the crowd. At one point she glanced over and saw him laughing as he chatted to Mike, Sally’s husband. John had some powdered sugar coating his lips and the temptation to walk over to him and lick that off as well was almost too much to resist. When everyone had finally had their fill of the luscious foods and heady drinks available, each one was a slightly different shade of tipsy. A ringing sound resonated from the wine glass that Mike was tapping with a spoon. “I’d like to propose a toast. To Sally and Kate for all their hard work and once again making this a fantastic fall party!” Everyone raised their glasses and in loud and raucous voices chorused, “To Sally and Kate!”  Before long the moon was up, the stars were out and Mike decided to put his record collection on. Much to the amusement of all the guests, including Kate, Sally then turned it off and put some more soft Jazz on instead; it was clear who wore the trousers in their house. She smiled, enjoying the comical battle of wits between loving man and wife. John seemed to be having a whale of a time discussing football so she thought it safe to slip off for ten minutes for a bit of solitude. Around the side of the house was a secluded lawn area with a low stone wall which she perched her bottom on. It was quiet and tranquil in the shadowed corner. A few moments passed before she heard a soft whisper that turned her insides to quivering jelly.  “Hi.” Kate stood up and turned to see John leaning on the wall of the house with a calming smile on his face.  “Hi,” she replied, as he sauntered over, closing the distance between them. “I just wanted to escort mersin say thank you for the invite. It really was very thoughtful of you. I’ve met some interesting people tonight, that Mike is a funny guy.” “You’re very welcome,” Kate replied as she leaned back and rested against the edge of the stone wall, “I’m actually really glad you agreed to come.” “Can I ask you something?” She nodded and waited for the question, “Do you dance?”  With a wide grin at the disarming query, Kate took his offered hand and allowed him to take her in his arms. She felt the heat of his body as they began to sway to the soothing sounds of a melodic saxophone in the distance. Everything light gleamed a refreshing soft blue under the moonlight, as the shimmering masses of auburn leaves rustling high up in the boughs whispered as they caught the cool evening breeze. “You look gorgeous.” The compliment threw her for a moment; she hadn’t been expecting it but it was very welcome. “Monsieur! Such things, you say,” she replied playfully in a French accent. John’s hands caressed softly down her spine and came to rest on her bottom, warming it through the thin fabric of the dress. A soft but inaudible moan of delight escaped her lips. As they spun lazily, holding each other close, Kate rested her head against his chest; she could feel his heart beating. “I mean it,” he replied quietly. “I thought you might, you appear have your hands on my bum,” she remarked, smiling and lifting her head to look into his eyes. “So I do, fancy that.” Dappled light, as warm as molten gold, danced in his eyes from the gently swinging lanterns in the distance as they slowly spun in each others arms.  “You know, it’s always polite to ask a lady’s permission first.” A small gasp proceeded a moan of appreciation as he squeezed her ass cheeks softly.  “Well, I just assumed that’s what you had in mind. You have been flirting with me since we got in the car.” “Oh, I’ve been flirting with you since we first met,” she replied, knowing her words were fanning flames that may consume her later on. It was a sensual, seductive provocation that she was only too happy to continue to its conclusion. He leaned into her as she tilted backwards. In this position she was acutely aware of the prominence of her décolletage, particularly as she had opted for such a low-cut dress. Their faces just inches apart now, she caught the scent of his heady cologne and savoured the sudden intimacy. Kate placed her hand on his chest as he leant in to kiss her. Her tongue ran over her lips to moisten them in anticipation; she could feel the heat of his breath, she could almost taste him. “Ahem.” Kate spotted Sally gawping at John’s fondling of her posterior. Her wine glass had paused halfway to her mouth which was now hanging open. They both straightened up and looked at her, stood on the corner with a huge grin on her face. “Am I interrupting something?” Kate blushed like a schoolgirl caught kissing a boy behind the bleachers, “No,” she managed to croak out. “I just wanted to see if you fancied a top up,” Sally replied, lifting the half-empty bottle of wine in her hand. “I’ll leave you two love birds alone,” and with a not-so-subtle wink, disappeared back around the corner. “Almost got caught,” John said humorously in a low voice. Kate looked at his cheeky grin and couldn’t help but smile, “Getting caught implies we were doing something we shouldn’t have been.” He leaned in a little closer and in a whispered breath replied, “That’s why I said, ‘almost’.” A little flutter of electricity ran up her spine causing her to shiver and nibble her lip; she did this whenever she felt nervous or excited. Kate became aware of a distinct sensation between her thighs as her sex came to life under his intense scrutiny. She squirmed uncomfortably, almost certain he knew the effect of his attention. As quickly as he had surprised her a moment before, he smiled softly, turned and strolled back the way he had come. “I want to fuck you so bad,” she confessed quietly to the darkness. The festivities had run their course and as the guests slowly began to filter out and head home, Kate decided that it was time to call it a night.  “Shall we go?” She asked John. “I think it’s time we left, yeah,” he replied. They caught up with Mike in the living room where he was drunkenly fiddling with his stereo system.  “Mike, thank you so much for having us over. It’s been a really great night,” Kate said, as she strode over and gave him a hug.  “You’re kidding. We wouldn’t even have had a party it if weren’t for your help. Lovely to see you again.” He took John’s hand and gave it a good shake, “John, bloody good to meet you.” “And you, Mike. Thanks again.” At the front door they waited for Sally who was seeing off some other guests. Despite the lateness of the hour, the disappointment on her face when she saw that they were leaving almost made Kate want to stay for another hour. “You’re not leaving already, are you?” “I think it’s time we made tracks,” replied John, “Thank you for having me over. You two put on an amazing spread; it was wonderful.” Sally seemed entranced by her friend’s handsome date as John softly shook her hand.  “You’re very welcome, it was lovely to meet you, John.” As he stepped through the door and Kate went to give her a hug, Sally pouted her lips and made a face like she had a hot potato in her mouth. Kate struggled to keep from laughing and envisaged the phone call she would receive from her in the morning, no doubt with a hundred and one questions about her mystery man.  The drive home seemed to take far longer than it had earlier; perhaps it was the anticipation of the unknown that made her heart beat so vigorously in her chest. The gentle breeze of the evening air cooled her flushed skin as she lowered the window and enjoyed the balmy scents of fall that permeated from the darkness. The wild mixture of flora whose autumn perfume so enticed the senses, also stoked the imagination. Every street light they passed cast a warm, amber glow inside the car, illuminating their exposed skin in contrast to the dark interior. John’s muscular forearms on the steering wheel and his masculine jaw line made her cheeks flush and burn in the shadows as she watched his every movement. His subtle glances at her shapely, firm calves and occasion flicker toward her cleavage did not go unnoticed. As the car pulled up to the curb outside her house and the engine was turned off, an uncomfortable silence descended like a blanket of awkward inevitability. Kate turned to look at her date for the evening whose charming smile sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The question needed asking and now was the time. “Would you like to come in for a nightcap?” Her palms were sticky and it became apparent to her that she was holding her breath. “I’d like that,” he replied quietly, before getting out and walking around to open the passenger door for her. A wry smile played across Kate’s lips; despite the nerves that were causing her hands to shake slightly, she admired the fact that he knew how to treat a lady. On the third attempt the key finally entered the lock on her front door and she pushed it open, stepping into the total darkness.

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