The Lovely Lady Next Door - Sex Stories

The Lovely Lady Next Door

... the aisles aimlessly searching for the perfect pairing to hopefully ensure a perfect pairing. I wasn't really feeling something dark and heavy, so I wandered toward the coolers and picked out a bright crisp Sauvignon Blanc. I went with some snow peas and hummus for a snack, figuring I wanted her to think I was classy.

That evening, I arrived at her door and knocked, carrying our goodies in one hand. She answered the door and although I was expecting her to be in something more comfortable; she was dressed in a fiery red dress.

“Oh, did you want to go out somewhere?” I asked tentatively, thinking maybe I misremembered our conversation.

“Not really, but I don't have company very often, so I wanted to dress nice,” she responded, showing me into her home.

“The kids home?” I inquired, trying to figure out if we were alone.

“They're with my mother. I figured this could just be a girl’s night,” she giggled and invited me to join her on the couch.

“I should get a corkscrew for this,” I said, motioning to the bottle.

“Oh, first cabinet on the right,” she told me as I entered her kitchen.

As I was about to grab the drawer, I noticed the palm-shaped fly swatter on the counter. The visions of her carrying it right next to her perfectly shaped backside came into my mind. I froze as I examined it closer. Before I could put it down, and get back to the task at hand, I saw her looking at me.

“It's cool, isn't it?” she mentioned as I started to blush a ...

... little.

“I haven't seen one like that before, is it good at getting the flies?” I asked curiously.

“I wouldn't know,” she answered quickly before munching down on a snow pea.

That comment sparked my curiosity. Was she implying that it wasn't used for swatting flies? Maybe it was used for swatting something else. I could barely keep my composure as I fumbled around for the corkscrew, just thinking of gripping it tightly in my hand and applying it firmly to her backside.

I was able to manage pouring us a couple glasses and make it back to the couch without spilling anything, but she could sense that I was a little nervous.

“I don't bite,” she laughed as she scooted closer to me on the couch.

Was she trying to seduce me? If she was it was certainly working. I'm bad at reading signals sometimes, so maybe she was just being friendly. Still, I wasn't going to make a move until I was confident she would reciprocate.

For the next half hour or so, we just enjoyed sipping our wine, eating our snacks, and complaining about a variety of different subjects. I was starting to be emboldened by our libations and finally mustered up the courage to ask her the question I had been dying to ask.

“So, if it's not for swatting flies, what do you use that hand-shaped fly swatter for?” I blurted out during a quiet lull.

She almost choked on her wine before setting the glass down and regaining herself.

“What?” she blushed and looked a little stunned, like I had uncovered her deep ...