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Lisa was our neighbour a few years back before she moved to London. She was always friendly with me and my wife, N____, and we stayed in touch after she moved away. Back then things were good between me and N____, but still I couldn't help noticing Lisa. She was in her early twenties and very free and confident in the way she dressed - and undressed. I remember a few times looking out the window as she did her gardening in a bikini and wondering if she knew and liked that I was watching. Just something in the way she moved her ass and maybe glanced back toward the houses. Nothing happened but the thought of her body stayed with me long after she moved away.
A few weeks ago she posted something I saw and liked and we ended up messaging. And messaging some more. And then it turned out I was going to a meeting in London not far from where she lived and hey why didn't we meet for a drink. Maybe. That idea hung in the air right up until the day before I travelled. I didn't want to push it or seem to eager or spoil the nice thing we had messaging. Then she sent three words. 9pm and the name of a bar.
And sure enough there she was as I pushed my way through the heaving room. It took a moment to properly see her among all the bodies. But then those deep blue eyes, blond hair framing a face even prettier than I remembered, and that perfect body still dressing to be seen in a very short skirt and high red heels. I took another moment, as she chatted to the barman, to take in her tanned, toned legs, and full firm breasts, before saying hi. She was already laughing as she saw me and it was hard to make out her reaction, but she pulled me in and kissed my cheek and then was straight away into recalling our neighbourhood and neighbour's cat and a string of other details.
We moved from the bar to stools at a table for two. As she talked about her new job and recent holiday and asked me the odd question, I was struck by how much younger she was than me and how little we had in common. Except that as the evening progressed it turned out we had a very shared interest in how close our legs were under the table and how often they brushed and then pressed against one another until I lost my train of thought completely. We came to what I would describe as a very comfortable silence; that point where you both wordlessly acknowledge why you have met up and the real tenor of the evening reveals itself.
I slowly ran my hand down the length of her bare arm and she looked directly at me and smiled. As my gaze drifted down her beautiful body my fingers drifted across her leg to rest on her warm, welcoming inner thigh. Her smile again. You know I loved it when you used to watch me out the window, she said. Well no, I didn't, but I did wonder. So why else would I have worn my very tiniest bikini to water the garden? Well yes I... She laughed again, and then she told me that when she knew I had been watching her she would go into her house and touch herself, always in to the spare bedroom as she figured, rightly, I was doing the same thing on the other side of the wall. As she said this she lightly pressed my hand, inviting me to explore her smooth skin. She was smiling and laughing again, calling us a pair of wankers. Then abruptly it was time to leave. She was going to the ladies while I was to wait outside. As she gave these instructions I pulled her in to kiss and she opened and pressed her lips to mine. For a moment we were lost in warm, caressing sensation. But then she said, right mister, and pressed two fingers to my mouth pushing me gently away.
Outside the cold air was a jolt, like waking from a too perfect dream. I spotted an all-night shop and guessing she would be a few minutes grabbed the best bubbles from a pretty poor selection. As she came out onto the street I said my hotel was just around the corner if she wanted to share a bottle. She did. But then she drew me in and whispered that the wanted to say it now and not disappoint me, but she did not go all the way on first dates which this sort of was. That's fine, I said, but she could see me crumple a little as I spoke. But, she said brightly, don't worry. I know this isn't what men like to hear and I have had too many lose interest at this point so here is a compromise: if you can think of anything that isn't sex that would be fun and sexy, I'm game.
It was a short walk, hold hands, twice stopping to kiss before she dragged me on saying she was thirsty. My mind was swirling with disappointment, lust and how to respond to Lisa's offer. Work had booked me a surprisingly plush hotel and as we took the lift to the tenth floor then walked along a long corridor with deep green leaf pattern wall paper and dark wood doors and details an idea came to me.
In the room we kissed again and she pushed and moved her body against me, rubbing herself against my hardening cock. She took my hand to her left breast and firmly taught me with her fingertips how she wanted me to touch her. I could have done this forever, but hoping she might have changed her mind moved down to finger the front of her panties. They were sheer and I could immediately feel the outline of her wetness.
That spell was broken as she moved my hand firmly but not unkindly away. I am sorry, she said, I do want to right now, as you can feel. But let's say there have been times when giving into that has gone wrong and I want us to be right. Touching my fingers to my lips and catching a trace of her scent I nodded. It's OK, I understand - and I have something you can do. I can do or WE can do? she laughed. YOU can do, I confirmed. I'll just watch. Okaaay, she laughed. I then explained that the long corridor we had walked down felt sexy to me and that it would be fun if she would strip to her bra and panties, keeping her heels on, and walk slowly to the lifts and back. She laughed and shook her head but I could see the idea taking hold. It played to that exhibitionist streak and pleasure in being seen we both knew she had. I will just stand in the doorway and watch, I said. You should take as long as you like.
She was quiet for a minute and then leaned in with a stage whisper. But someone else might SEE me. There could be people in the lift or coming out of their rooms. But that idea started to appeal to her on reflection and a moment later she was slowly sliding her short skirt down her legs with her eyes locked on mine. Then the strappy vest-top was over her head and she was in front of me in a sheer black bra that let her nipples poke through, tiny sheer panties and red heels. It was all I could do to stop myself pushing her back onto the bed. But in a flash she was summoning her courage and opening the door.
Slowly, I said as she went. She nodded and took some swaying steps. Growing into the role she glided her finger along the wall, lingering over steps, letting her pert bottom move sensually in front of me, then hanging back to see my reaction. Watching her walk away, seeing that body I had held and caressed saunter down the corridor, those hot red heels standing out in the low light, was a picture I would never forget.
She was lost in the role now, leaning her back against the wall at the far end of the corridor, and running her hands up and down herself. Wanting to touch her in that way again I called out, just loud enough to carry, someone might SEE you. She looked up and smiled and turning back toward me unhooked her bra and revealed her perfect breasts, her pink nipples high and erect. As she walked back down the corridor she paused to slip her panties down and then again to pose naked a few steps from me, encouraging me to gaze at her neatly trimmed bush and the hint of glistening lips. my eyes ran from her tousled blonde hair falling at her shoulders over titties that stood out in mouthwatering profile from her body down her slender midriff to her gorgeous pussy which she was beginning to lightly stroke and fondle. Suddenly the click of a latch as a door began to open down the corridor caused her to start and run into my arms. I swung her round and shut our door.
We froze for a moment then burst into elated laughter. Do you think they saw? Perhaps a glimpse of a butt cheek, I laughed. Did I leave my knickers out there? No, I have them in my hand. I can't believe you did that. Neither can I - I feel a bit funny like my legs might give way. I moved her to the bed, slipped off her shoes and wrapped her in a hotel robe. I poured prosecco into tumblers and we lay on the bed laughing and kissing for a long time.
The mood was different now. That moment of daring and excitement replaced what I had hoped would happen and given the night its own unique afterglow. Following a long silence she whispered in my ear, next time you visit I'll do that on all fours. We smiled and stared at one another and then we slept.
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