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By *amiec84 OP Man
16 hours ago
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The few days following that afternoon at the window were a blur of restless frustration for Kirsty. Every spare moment was spent peering through the blinds or finding excuses to be in the garden, her mind constantly replaying the image of JJ and Ali entwined on the lounger. She felt lost in her silly fantasy, she didn’t even know which of the gorgeous women was Ali and which was JJ, even if she did, it’s not as if either of them would be interested in her.
She watched from afar as they set up a large gazebo and a steaming inflatable hot tub, the sight of the bubbling water driving her own fantasies even wilder. She wanted to meet them, to be near that sexual energy, but her natural shyness held her back. She couldn't imagine just walking up to their door and what, offering them a homemade casserole!
Monday morning brought a welcome change. Paul, in his typical brisk and demanding manner, was preparing for a trip. As an area manager for a betting company, he was frequently away, and this time it was for a few days. As Kirsty stood in the driveway waving him off, she noticed movement next door.
Ali was on her own driveway, leaning against a car where JJ was loading a small suitcase into the boot. JJ looked athletic and confident, giving Ali a lingering, possessive kiss before getting into the driver's seat. As Paul’s car pulled away and JJ’s vehicle headed in the opposite direction, the silence of the morning was broken by Ali’s voice.
"Hi! I'm Ali. I don't think we've actually met properly yet," Ali called out, walking toward her with a playful, knowing smile.
Kirsty felt her cheeks flush. "I'm Kirsty. Nice to meet you."
Ali’s eyes traveled slowly down Kirsty’s body and back up, a flirtatious glint in her gaze. "You're the lovely neighbor I've been seeing peek through the curtains," she teased, her voice a low, sultry purr.
Kirsty gasped, her heart hammering. "I... I wasn't..."
Ali just giggled. "Don't worry about it. I’m only teasing, anyway, I don't mind being watched. Maybe we can catch up properly soon?"
The tension lingered in the air long after Ali stepped back into her house, leaving Kirsty breathless and shivering despite the morning warmth.
That evening, the house felt oppressive and empty with Paul gone. Kirsty was startled by a knock at the door. Opening it, she found Ali standing there, looking slightly flustered but still radiating that same magnetic confidence.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, Kirsty, but I'm in a bit of a pickle," Ali explained. "My power just cut out completely, and I have no idea where the fuse box is in this old place. Could you possibly show me where yours is? Maybe it's a neighborhood thing?"
"Oh, of course! Come in," Kirsty replied, her pulse quickening.
Kirsty led her to the garage to show her the fuse box, but as they stood close together in the dim light, the air between them grew heavy. Ali didn't seem interested in the electricity; she was far more interested in the way Kirsty was trembling.
"You know," Ali whispered, stepping closer until her chest was nearly brushing Kirsty's arm. "Since we're both home alone tonight, and I've got a bottle of chilled prosecco that's currently warming up... why don't you come over for a few drinks?"
Kirsty couldn't say no. The invitation was like a dare.
They spent the next hour in the gazebo, the prosecco flowing and the conversation turning increasingly intimate. Ali was a master of subtle touch, a hand resting on Kirsty's thigh, a finger grazing her wrist, each contact sending a jolt of electricity through Kirsty's body.
"It's a bit chilly out here," Ali noted, glancing toward the steaming hot tub. "Why don't we hop in? It's the best part of the house."
Kirsty hesitated. "I... I'd love to, but I don't have a swimsuit on. I'll need to nip home and get one."
Ali smiled, a predatory, playful look. "Don't be silly. Why waste time? I've got plenty. Come on, follow me."
Ali led her up to the bedroom, rummaging through a drawer, she pulled out a tiny, daring pink bikini. It was barely more than a few scraps of fabric held together by thin strings.
"Here," Ali said, handing it to her. "Try this on."
Kirsty felt a wave of shyness wash over her. "I don't know if I can fit into that... it looks so small."
"I think you'll fit perfectly," Ali replied, her voice dropping an octave. She didn't leave the room. Instead, she leaned back against the dresser, crossing her arms and watching Kirsty with an intense, hungry gaze. "Go on. Strip for me."
Kirsty’s heart pounded. The command sent a thrill of submission through her. Slowly, her fingers trembling she reached for the button of her jeans. She slid the zipper down with a sharp shhh sound, the denim falling away from her hips. She stepped out of them, standing there in only her lace panties.
Ali’s eyes darkened, her gaze locked on the curve of Kirsty's hips and the pale skin of her thighs. "Beautiful," she murmured.
Kirsty slowly slid her panties down, exposing her swollen, wet pussy to the cool air and Ali's appreciative stare. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly turned on. She reached for the bikini.
"Fuck me," Ali breathed, a smirk playing on her lips as she began to unbutton her own jeans. "Why don’t we just forget the bikinis and the hot tub for now”.
“What do you mean” breathed Kirsty.
“I mean we can do that later” smiled Ali, quickly closing the gap between them. “But first I’m gonna eat that beautiful pussy!” |
