Mel my Neighbour 1

I pulled up into the driveway and sighed. It had been a long day at work, and all I had to look forward to was a frozen dinner, whatever crap there was on tv, and falling asleep by myself. It wasn't the most exciting of plans, but I just couldn't get up the energy to go back out even if it was a Friday night and I knew I didn't have to get up in the morning. The fact that my girlfriend of nearly a year had broken up with me the month before didn't put me in the best mood either. It had been fairly amicable, she had taken a job in another city and I wasn't so committed to her that I was willing to completely uproot myself and follow after her. To be fair, I was still feeling fairly sorry for myself and hadn't quite managed to work myself out of the post-breakup funk I found myself in.

As I opened the door, I saw my next door neighbor, Mel , standing on her front porch talking on her cell phone. She was dressed for a night out on the town in a spaghetti strap black dress than ended just a bit above mid-thigh and stiletto heels that added a good three inches of height. Her red hair was cut shoulder length and was slightly curled. I waved at her and she waved back. She was a bit older than me, early forties if I had to guess, but she could still turn heads and she knew it. She and her husband had split up about five years previous, and I think she got a thrill out of turning the heads of the men in the neighborhood. She had a habit of wearing just a bikini top and short shorts while she worked in the garden, and on more than one occasion I caught sight of her sunbathing with her top untied in her backyard. It was enough to make me feel like a horny teenager when I caught sight of her from an upstairs window, hoping that she would "forget" and roll over to give me a full look at her breasts.

I walked up to my front door and placed the key in the key lock when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin, but turned quickly to see Mel standing there.

"Oh, I didn't mean to startle you," she said, placing her hand lightly on my wrist. I stared down at her, sneaking a look at the top of her breasts. Mel was about five two, and she was generously endowed with what I guess was at least a D cup. The rumor mill in the neighborhood was that she had spent part of the money she had received from the divorce getting herself enhanced, but as far as I was concerned it was money well spent. With an effort I pulled my eyes up to make contact with her green eyes.

"Mel , hi, sorry I didn't hear you come up," I said. "What's up?"

"My date cancelled on me," she said, pouting at me. I caught a whiff of her perfume, a delicate lavender scent. "And all my girlfriends already have other plans," she said. "What are you doing tonight?"

I shrugged. "I don't really have plans," I said. "A frozen dinner, maybe some tv. Nothing too fun," I confessed.

She looked up at me, biting her lower lip. "Why don't you come over to my place?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent.

I smiled at turned the key in my lock. "Sure I said," pushing the door open. "Let me just get changed."

She nodded and lifted her hand from my arm. "Do you like pizza?" she asked. "I can go place an order while you change." She looked down at herself and laughed. "Maybe I'll go change too. This isn't exactly a stay-in-and-eat-pizza dress."

I chuckled. "I'd have no complaints."

"Is there anything you don't want on it?" she asked me.

"Just no anchovies," I replied with a wink.

I stepped into my house and closed the door behind me as Mel walked back up to her house. The place felt empty and lonely, and given the fact that I hadn't cleaned for a while made me glad that Mel hadn't decided to invite herself in. I would have had a hard time refusing her, but it wouldn't have left the best impression.

I stepped into my bedroom, shedding my work clothes and trying to decide what to wear. Sure, it was just pizza with a neighbor, but that didn't mean I had to act like a total slob about it. I quickly decided that a shower was in order. I mean, I wasn't planning on anything happening. She was my neighbor after all. It was just probably a good idea to freshen up a bit.

I opted for a short sleeved polo shirt that was mostly unwrinkled a pair of khaki shorts. It was fairly warm out, and it wasn't like I was going terribly far. A pair of sandals rounded me out and I was back out the door and rapping on Mel’s door within half an hour. The front door was open, but the screen door was closed to keep the bugs out. I opened it and rapped on the door.

"Come on in," she called. I entered and followed the sound of her voice. She was in her living room on the couch, legs curled up underneath her. She was wearing a halter dress that tied around her neck. The sides of her breasts were deliciously exposed, and while it looked to be a bit longer than the dress she had been wearing, the way that she was sitting meant that it rode up her legs in an intriguing and enticing way. I tried to tell myself that it was just because it was warm that she had chosen to dress that way, the same reason why I chose to wear shorts.

Right, that was it.

Despite a mental mantra reminding myself that this was just a friendly get together for pizza and conversation, I could feel my cock stirring.

"Do you want a beer?" Mel asked. "The pizza should be here soon."

I nodded, not fully trusting myself to speak.

"Kitchen's through there," she said, pointing to the doorway opposite of what I had come in. "Get me one too while you are at it."

"Sure," I finally managed to croak out. I wasn't entirely sure of what was going on. Was she deliberately teasing me? Was she trying to seduce me? Was I being too cautious? Or was I being fairly clueless? All this went through my head as I entered the kitchen, located the fridge, and grabbed two long-necked bottles of beer. It could have been Corona, but my mind was somewhat focused on other things.

As I came back into the living room, it was to see Mel paying for the pizza. The poor delivery guy could not take his eyes off of her chest, but from the way she was smiling I don't think she minded the attention.

Mel paid for the pizza and turned back to see me watching her. "I didn't pay for these just to have men pretend not to look at them," she laughed, pressing the pizza box up against the underside of her breasts. "Come on into the kitchen," she said. "We'll eat in there."

She set the pizza down on the table and stretched up to get down a couple of plates down. "Want me to do that?" I asked.

She shook her head, so I sat down and enjoyed the way her dress rode up her legs. I had to admit that she had a fine ass, and the way the dress hugged her body made me a bit glad to be sitting down so I didn't embarrass myself. I sipped my beer as she turned around to hide the fact that I had been ogling her as much as I had been.

"Like what you see?" she asked with a small chuckle as she placed a plate in front of me.

I nodded and laughed. "Guilty as charged," I admitted, opening up the pizza box and placing a slice first on her plate then on mine. We didn't talk for a while after that, both of us intent on demolishing our pizza.

"Now this is they way to celebrate the end of a week," she sighed, placing the cool bottle of beer against her neck as I reached for a second slice of pizza. "A bit more relaxing then having to go out too," she admitted. "I might just be getting too old for that kind of thing."

"You? Come off it," I said. "You're not old."

"You're very sweet," Mel replied. She finished her beer, downing it quickly. "I think I want another one."

Ever the gentleman, I got up and got her one.

"So I take it you are single now, huh?" she said.

"Huh?" I replied. "Oh, yeah, Sandy moved out last month," I said.

"That's too bad," Mel replied, though the look in her eye said that she wasn't sorry at all.

"Was it a bad break-up?"

I shrugged. "There's rarely ever a good break-up, is there?"

She chuckled ruefully. "Too true. Do you want anymore pizza?" she asked.

"No, I think I'm good."

"Why don't we move back into the living room? Its more comfortable than in here," she suggested as she got up to put the pizza away.

"Mind if I grab another beer?" I asked, already on my way to the fridge.

"Help yourself," she said with a smile.

As I sat on her couch drinking my beer, I tried to figure out the signals I was getting from her. I still couldn't decide if she was just being friendly or if there was more to it then that. I thought maybe she was waiting for me to make the first move, but I knew Mel to be a huge flirt with just about everyone.

As I waited for her, I heard her close the front door. It was starting to get late, and the nights still got cool when the sun went down, so I didn't think much of it. Then she walked over to be, and sat down straight on my lap, straddling me.

"Oh, it looks like I've got your attention," she said in a breathy whisper.

I tried to work tongue, lips and jaw to make words, but failed utterly.

"Too strong?" Mel asked. She took my beer away from me then placed both of my hands on her ass. Either she wasn't wearing panties or she was wearing a thong, because I didn't feel anything under her dress except for her ass. "I don't want to be accused of sending mixed signals." She ground her hips against me, then leaned in and took my earlobe into her mouth. "Am I coming in loud and clear?" she asked.

I think I managed to grunt a reply, but either way my hands squeezing her ass seemed to be all the encouragement she needed. She pulled away from my ear only to kiss me fiercely, her tongue driving between my lips and into my mouth. I felt her tongue circle around mine, and felt her hands on my shoulders as she kissed me. She pushed away slightly, her lips still inches from mine.

"Better," she breathed huskily. She bent down and traced kisses along my neck.