Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3

... nice big gap for him to stare into, and underneath a shear lacy bra, and over it all, at least at first, was a light sweater, but I soon took that off and tied it around my shoulders. "And apart from that, I let my intellectual charms carry the day. He said later I nearly knocked him out. He was smitten. He was also scared as hell and was sure he was misunderstanding my attitude. And the whole time in the museum I stared him in the eye as I told him about what we were looking at, except of course when his eyes were exactly where I intended them to be. And of course my nipples were erect a lot that day, so he didn’t look me in the eye as much as a good little boy should.” We laughed again and she said, “Hope I’m not boring you.” “No, no, please continue. It’s a fascinating slice of life.” She laughed brightly and said, “Yes, it has some nice touches. ―And of course several times I took his arm, which had the...desired effect. He motioned a lot with that hand whenever his elbow was buried in my breast, and blushed a bit too. After the museum he took me to a nice coffee shop, and I started asking him about his life, which soon led into his romantic life. Nothing too direct, but it seemed like a good idea to associate me in his mind with his previous lovers. He then took the bait when I said something slightly intriguing and answered him a little about my...status. Not a virgin, not inexperienced, and when he asked for more details, I looked him right in the eye, smiled ...

... winningly, and said I never talked about my past lovers to anyone. I got the point across that I was as discreet as any lawyer, and then turned the conversation to...let’s see, I think Russian novels. “The plan, it turns out, worked well enough. He knew I was interested and suspected I’d promised complete secrecy, and now he was battling his scruples and qualms. It was time to let him stew, maybe turn up the heat now and again, and let him try to win me. I wanted to be romanced and won fair and square, and had hinted along those lines earlier about how the men around me were just boys. We went back to his car, which was on the side of the coffee shop out of public view, and when he moved to open my car door, I hugged him and said, “Thank you for a wonderful day!” And I of course hugged him full-on and felt a wonderful erection against my belly, so I looked him in the eye and smiled and said, “Oh, Phil!” I then kissed his cheek and got in the car. “He was...well, pretty damn quiet after that. I didn’t mind; I sat there thinking over everything that had happened and wondered how much further to push things. Finally he said something like, ‘Angie, you’ve certainly grown up beautifully.’ “I smiled and just said thanks, and a little later I said I had loved our outing and asked if he’d like to go somewhere else during his next afternoon off later in the week. “’I’d like that,’ he said, ‘very much.’ “We made arrangements for lunch and an art museum, and I added, ‘I won’t tell Mom and Dad if ...