Mature

Keywords: House, the, at, Saturday, Boss's, 02, Ch.,

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"Our story continues. If I were you, I'd read the previous chapter first."

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Jill, the wife of my infuriating boss, almost trotted me over to her next door neighbor Mag's house. I had just given her a quick tongue-lashing in her back yard (so to speak). Her cries of passion had been heard around the neighborhood, or at least I could be sure that they had been picked up by this Mag person, whose front door we now approached.

Jill rapped urgently at the door, which opened almost instantly, and Jill and I popped inside before I could even appraise the mysterious Mag. What's worse, my eyes took a while to adjust to Mag's dimly-lit house after Jill's sun-drenched yard and open, sunny house.

Jill was thin, athletic, blonde, and had a sunny personality that reflected her sunny surroundings. Her voice was as high-pitched and light as a bird. By contrast, Mag spoke softly in a deep, masculine register that was nonetheless thoroughly feminine and very sexy. Even speaking to Jill just inside the doorway, her voice sounded tentative and nervous.

"You, you certainly got here in a hurry."

"I didn't want to give you a chance to back out, girlfriend," Jill replied.

"I just said I 'might' be interested in something like, you know, like what we talked about. I didn't think you'd just run right over!"

Jill looked sternly at Mag. "You KNOW what we've talked about. You KNOW what you want."

Mag glanced nervously between me and Jill as if I were a gorilla, unchained in the living room. "It's just hard," she said.

Jill giggled musically. "I certainly hope so! It sure was a few minutes ago! You won't regret it. C'mon Mag. Just be open-minded. Randy, meet my friend Mag. Mag, this is Randy. He's the guy you've been, ahem, 'hearing' so much about. Everybody's been 'hearing' about him in this neighborhood, I expect. He's divorced."

I just stood there, feeling like a dork. I extended my hand toward Mag, thinking what an absurd gesture that was in light of what I understood to have been arranged. Yet I couldn't think what else to do. Force an awkward kiss on her? Whip out my dick and put that in her hand instead?

Her hand was cold and sweaty. "Hi, uh, hi Randy," she said. "You must think we're complete nuts, or sluts, or totally desperate. You don't, I mean, we don't have to do anything. You probably just want to take off. You can just go if..."

"Hey, hey!" Jill interrupted. "Listen. Why don't we all just go in and sit down and, you know, just... get to know each other. Mag, why don't you and I go into the kitchen and grab Randy a beer?" And with that, Jill grabbed Mag rather forcefully by the elbow and steered her toward the kitchen. In a quieter voice, she faded into the distance. "So, how loud was I really? Who do you think heard us? Do you think..."

Once again, I found myself sitting alone on a sofa in a strange living room on a Saturday morning. Jill and Mag's absence gave me a moment to reflect on what I had seen. Mag was gorgeous, but in a totally different way from Jill. She wore a ribbed navy-colored shell and blue jeans and had a body one would describe as voluptuous rather than athletic. Without being overweight, she had more of a feminine hourglass figure – great full breasts just inside D-cup territory unlike Jill's classic athletic C-cups. Compared to Jill's tight little ass, Mag's appeared to be round and womanly. Jill's house was open and sunny and modern. Mag's was dim and traditional. Of course, from what I had seen of Mag's personality, perhaps she had closed all the drapes out of embarrassment.

I believe this was indeed the case. As the two women returned (I noticed that the beer was a pretext because they had forgotten to return with one) Jill immediately started opening drapes and blinds. "Honestly, Mag, you'd think this was a den of thieves. Nobody can see into a house on a sunny day. If I stood right there looking in the window I wouldn't see you. Besides, you two need to get a look at each other. Here," she said, grabbing my arm. "You sit here. And you," she guided Mag, "you sit here next to him."

She shepherded us to the sofa like a mother at a middle school dance, positioning us next to each other. Mag didn't look at me, but instead faced into the room, rather like a person sitting on a bus. "OK, then," Jill went on. "I'll be right next door if you need me. Just call right away if you want me to come over for ANY reason. OK?" Then she addressed me directly. "Mag is the shy type. She said she'd get all flustered if she thought I was watching, so I'm going to leave while nature 'takes its course', so to speak. Y'all just call if you need me and I'll come a-runnin'." And with that she twirled and headed back toward the kitchen. In a few seconds I heard a door slam.

Mag continued to face directly into the room, looking down. "She didn't want to go out the front door. The neighbors have enough to talk about," and she glanced over at me, smiling shyly. She was a beauty, with medium length auburn hair in great waves, a light complexion that showed she didn't share Jill's love of sun. She was expertly made-up – unusual for a Saturday -- which probably meant that she really did expect me to come over regardless of what she had said. She might not be as reluctant as she wanted me to think, or maybe she was just concerned about appearances. Come to think of it, everything she had said or done showed a certain concern for appearances.

"Hey, Mag," I said, very gently, as if addressing a baby animal. "Hey, Mag. Look at me. I know you feel awkward. That's OK. I feel awkward too. Let's just talk for a while. You like to talk, don't you?"

"Yes."

"First of all, and I don't want to sound forward, but you offered me a beer." She looked startled and started to jump up, apologizing. I continued, in my gentle "talking to a baby animal" voice. "It might make me a bit less nervous. I think you might want to have something to drink too. Is there something you like to drink?"

"Yeah. OK. Sure. Something to drink. I'll be right back!" and she scurried out of the room. I heard the sound of pots banging and utensils rattling around for a few minutes. Something fell over, and then she returned. She held a Sam Adams in one hand and a glass of white wine in the other.

"Excellent choice!" I said as she handed the beer to me, while I patted a spot on the couch much closer than she had been sitting. She picked a spot only slightly more removed, which I took as a good sign. She downed about half her glass of wine in a massive gulp. I continued. "You know, Jill didn't tell me that she had such a beautiful neighbor. You are really beautiful you know. Did you know that?"

Mag blushed mightily and started to shake her head; then slowly nodded. "I... I guess. Yeah."

"You're really pretty when you blush." This made Mag blush even harder. I don't know whether it was nervousness or whether she was starting to get turned on under my gaze, but I couldn't help noticing that Mag's nipples were pressing tightly against the bra she wore under her shell. I took her hand in mine – a childish gesture really, but one that broke the physical barrier in a non-threatening way. "I'm going to make a guess, and you tell me if I'm wrong. I think..." and I paused for two full seconds, as if thinking... "I think that you like having me here. You like having me here, don't you?"

Mag looked at me apprehensively, and nodded.

"I think... that you haven't had a man around in a long time."

She nodded again.

"I think... that you haven't been kissed in a long time."

Motionless, she inhaled noticeably.

I think... that if I kiss you right now," and I caressed her face. She leaned into my hand where I touched her. "...that you'd let me do it. I think you'd like it." I scooted toward her and gently leaned in her direction, drawing my lips toward hers. She too leaned, and our lips made the slightest of brushes. She hummed deeply and pressed her lips forward into mine in the beginnings of a crushing kiss. But I retreated and returned to my position beside her.

She shook it off. "I shouldn't be doing this," she said. "I just met you."

"That didn't feel like something you didn't want to do." I let that comment hang in the air for a moment, and went on. "You have a really beautiful body. You have a beautiful face. With beautiful warm expressive eyes. You have beautiful breasts, with big hard nipples." Her eyes widened. "I want to touch them."

She looked terrified. "We can't do that. I don't know you."

"We don't have to know each other." I coaxed. "Besides, they got hard because they want to be touched. It's something we both would like. You seem frightened, but I won't hurt you. And you won't hurt me. At least I don't think so. You're not going to hurt me are you? Have you ever hurt anyone with those?" nodding toward her breasts. She smiled, but it quickly faded as I slowly reached toward her breast.

She looked frightened again. "I shouldn't let you touch them."

"But as long as there's clothing over them, it's OK. It would just be like bumping into someone on the bus. Have you ever bumped into someone on the bus?" Saying this, I made a broad movement of my hand, gently pressing my palm against the soft tissue of her breast. She closed her eyes and leaned toward my outstretched hand. I extended a knuckle, and very gently rubbed it over her nipple, making it bounce. She gasped and her face flushed either through embarrassment or excitement. "See? You liked that. It wants to feel me touch it. Maybe there are other places that want to be touched too. Maybe we could touch each other in other places too, and it would be OK as long as we kept clothes over them. It would just be like two people bumping into each other on the bus. Let's try another kiss." And I didn't wait for her answer, but just kissed her.

Mag welcomed my kiss. She squirmed and pressed her breast into my palm. I was pleased to feel her tongue tentatively probing between my lips like a stranger opening a door and calling, "Anyone home?" I met her tongue with my own and our two tongues played with each other at the entrance as she moaned and breathed heavily.

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Keywords: House, the, at, Saturday, Boss's, 02, Ch.,