Chapter 1
Alan hated going out of town on business trips. He hated coming home to an empty house more. There was nothing to do. No one to talk to. Carla was probably shopping. Which usually took her all day, even when she knew what she wanted and where to find it. She couldn't resist the urge to window shop and try on dozens of things she had no intention of buying.
Her incessant shopping was one of the few things that caused friction between them. He made good money and didn't care how she spent it, within reason, but he hated the aimless wandering in malls, shopping until he dropped, only to take home one small bag of stuff. Decide what you want, go for it, and then get on to more important things, was his motto.
He got a beer from the refrigerator, popped the top, and wandered out on the deck. He wished something exciting would happen to him. Just once. Hell, it didn't even have to be exciting. He would settle for different.
He sat down, propped his feet on the railing and contemplated his shoes. He lifted the can to his mouth and took a gulp. His eyes wandered into the back yard of the house behind his and he nearly choked on the beer.
His sexy neighbor was lying on a blanket, tanning her hide. Buck naked! Her skin glistened with sun block. His feet fell to the deck like lead weights.
"Jesus!" he muttered. "I can't believe this."
He closed his eyes, opened them slowly, and still saw the breathtaking bundle of naked female flesh exposed to the sun. Her huge tits looked like small, twin mountains standing up from her chest. Deep brown, dollar-sized circles of smooth flesh surrounded her thick nipples. His mouth watered just looking at her.
like a man possessed, he walked down the steps, crossed his back yard and bumped into the waist-high chain link fence without knowing how he got there. He stood stock-still, barely breathing, feasting his eyes on her luscious body.
After a few moments, she sensed his presence and lifted her head to look at him, totally unconcerned by her nakedness. She lifted her hand to shade her eyes and her majestic tits jiggled enticingly.
Well, well, who have we here? Maybe I won't have to spend the afternoon alone after all. I told Clay he should take the afternoon off and spend it with me, but he would rather work.
"Hello, neighbor. Is that beer cold?"
Her throaty voice made his skin tingle and his cock twitch. He realized he was standing like a wooden Indian, holding a can instead of a handful of cigars. "Oh, uh, yeah," he stammered.
"Want to share it with me? I could use something cold to drink. I just might drink something that doesn't come in a can if you give me the chance!"
Alan didn't remember climbing the fence or crossing to her. One moment, he was standing on his side of the fence, and the next moment he was standing by her, ogling her naked body like some damned idiot. He had enough presence of mind to close his mouth so he wouldn't drool down the front of his shirt.
She held out her hand and said, "Well?"
"Oh, yeah," he croaked and handed her the can of beer.
She took a sip and smacked her lips. "Darn, that tastes good. Sit down so I don't have to keep looking into the sun to see you."
He dropped like a stone, couldn't decide for a moment what to do with his legs, then crossed them and continued to stare at her.
She took another sip of beer, handed the can back to him and propped herself up on her elbows. "My name is Rebecca. What's yours?"
"Alan."
"Hello, Alan. Do you usually get home this early in the day?"
He cleared his throat. "Had to make a quick trip down to Houston. Just got back."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"Aircraft maintenance. Avionics, actually. Radios, navigational systems, stuff like that."
Poor guy acts like he's never seen a naked woman before. Kind of shy. Well, Mister Bashful, you seem to like what you see now. If I show you more, will I frighten you away?
"Sounds interesting. That takes a lot of training, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so. You don't work, huh? I mean, you're not at work now and.. . " He had no idea what he was trying to say, so he stopped.
"I'm an interior decorator. I work out of my home. I don't have any appointments today. My husband is a graphics designer. He and two other men own the company."
He knew what an interior decorator did. He couldn't imagine paying someone to tell you how to arrange your furniture. He had no idea what a graphics designer did.
"Carla's out shopping," he blurted. "We're going away for a few days. Got to get our priorities straight and start over." He felt like a damned fool unburdening himself to a complete stranger. He couldn't think of anything else to say and it just popped out. "We're going up to a little spa in the mountains she read about."
"Hot sulphur baths are so relaxing. Never understood how anything that smells so bad can feel so good. Last winter, Clay and I went to one that caters to nudists. He didn't like it as much as I did. He liked looking at the naked women, but didn't like being nude. Men can be so funny at times." She took the beer from him, took another sip and made a face. "Ugh. It's warm. Coffee and women should be hot. Beer should be cold. Right?"
Alan nearly swallowed his tongue. "Are you a nudist? I mean, do you belong to one of those groups or something?"
"I don't belong to a club, but I don't like to wear clothes. They're so confining. I wear them only when I go out in public, so I won't get arrested for indecent exposure. Now you tell me, how can anyone think nudity is indecent? Suggestive, maybe. Or, perhaps, erotic. Right?"
"Depends on the person, I guess. You sure as hell don't look indecent to me!"
"Why, thank you, Alan. It's nice of you to say so. I don't mean to butt in where I don't belong, but I hope your troubles aren't serious."
"Yeah, me too." Alan replied, his eyes riveted on Rebecca's voluptuous body.
"If you want to talk about it, I'm a good listener. Sometimes, talking to a stranger is better than talking to your buddies." She smiled so sweetly he thought his heart would melt. "I'm also a hell of a lot cheaper than a shrink. And how many of them talk to you in the nude? About time we got acquainted anyway, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it sure is," he muttered.
She rolled over onto her stomach and leaned on her elbows. Her large tits hung down to the blanket. Her curvaceous ass rose in a continuous, sexy sweep. The rear view was just as alluring as the front one.
"So? I'm all ears. Maybe I can help you over some rough spots."
Alan looked at her dainty ears and laughed out loud. "Damned if you're all ears!" he blurted. Then he got serious. "I do need someone to talk to, I guess. The men I work with certainly wouldn't understand, and I don't know any women well enough to talk to them." He paused, letting his eyes sweep over her naked body again, then screwed up his courage and continued. "Our life seems to have gotten into a rut. Maybe if Carla got a job.. . "
"Does she have to work? Do you two need the money?"
"Well, no. I make enough to give us a good life. But a job would give her something to do."
"Unless you need the money, a woman shouldn't have to work. She can if she wants to, of course, but it should be here choice."
"But you work," he objected.
"Because I want to. Does Carla want to work?"
"Don't know. Never asked."
"Does she have a hobby? Something to give her a purpose in life and keep her busy during the day?"
"Shopping!" Alan blurted. "She draws pictures all the time. You know, like people she sees, that sort of thing. She uses different colors and everything. I keep telling her she could sell them, but she doesn't think they're good enough."
"Interesting," Rebecca mused. "Does she have a good sense of color? Do you think they're good enough to sell?"
"Yeah, they're pretty good. They look just like people. I think she could do it full-time."
Rebecca cocked her head and grinned. "So, your sex life has gotten dull, hasn't it? How long have you been married?"
"Seven years. As much as I hate to admit it, you're right."
"Seven-year itch, huh? For both of you. Bet both of you are wondering what it would be like with someone else. Someone new and exciting."
"Well, no, not exactly. I mean, we've never talked about that. I don't know if Carla.. . " Rebecca sat up, turned to face him, crossed her ankles and let her knees fall to the side. He found himself looking directly at her pussy and his tongue got so thick he couldn't talk.
"Well, it happens, whether you talk about it or not. I've seen your wife. Both of you look to be in good health. She's a sexy woman and you're a hunk, so boredom has to be the problem. Neither one of you enjoys it as much as you used to, do you? You do it the same way all the time and she doesn't get off every time any more, does she?"
"Are you psychic, or have you been peeking in out window?" he asked.
Her straightforward, open manner made it easy for him to open up to her. He felt comfortable with her. Except for all the bare, exciting flesh she was candidly displaying.
Rebecca's display was deliberate. She never went looking for another man to fuck, but she seemed to always run into them. And why should a girl whose husband would rather work than fuck pass up the chance to have a little fun?
"Neither. I just know people. What does Carla want that you're not giving her?"
"Besides orgasms?" he blurted. "Damned if I know! Neither does she. It all seems to be over before it gets started."
Well, at least I don't have that problem with Clay. I always get off with him. He just thinks a couple of times a month should keep a healthy girl satisfied.
"That's not an unusual complaint, you know. Lots of men get bored and careless after they've been married for a while and start taking their wife for granted. They forget all about romance and fooling around. Seems like foreplay is the first thing to go. Have you tried having a frank talk with Carla?"
"Yeah, a couple of times, but we didn't get anywhere. That's one of the reasons we're going away for a few days. Maybe we can find out what her problem is."
"Oh, come on now, Alan! Don't blame it all on her. Making love is a joint effort. Both partners have to do their part, or it isn't any good. What did I just say about foreplay? A woman might get turned on as fast as a man, but she takes longer to get fully aroused and ready to go."
"Well, she gets wet real quick. Doesn't that mean she's ready?"
"Oh, lord no! You wouldn't believe how wet my pussy is right now. Talking about sex, thinking about getting it on, does that to me. That doesn't mean I'm ready for you to fuck me. Not right this minute, anyway. A couple of my girlfriends are so horny, they stay wet. But they still want at least a little foreplay before they fuck."
Alan was struck dumb for a few seconds. He hadn't had another woman since he and Carla married, and hadn't expected anything more than a little teasing and a few minutes of leering at this sexy woman's gorgeous body. Now, suddenly, she was offering him her pussy, almost on a fucking silver platter!