An Evening to Remember

Chapter 1

It was month earlier when Roberto had first discovered a wifi network was available in his house. Protected, but still with a nice strong signal.

He had just moved to Oakville, had yet to find the time to sign a contract with an internet provider. Because he was on the internet all day at work and on his mobile phone, having internet at home had not been a high priority for him.

But well, what the heck? Why not get the chance to brush up his network hacking knowledge, rarely used since the time when he was a nice young promising student of computer science at the university?

He checked out the network protection type: WEP. Yes! Those were the easier to hack. That algorithm had been considered unbreakable a few years earlier, but many people used it even today, without knowing its weak spots.

This was not even hacking: there were so many tools online to do it to choose from! He downloaded one and began the cracking procedure. Half an hour later, there it was, his new wifi internet access.

Roberto took advantage of the situation for some weeks, then, feeling a little guilty, began wondering who the heck he was stealing bandwidth from. He had always been a curious man and, out of curiosity, he decided to try to found out. That's how it all began.

He looked out the window, considering possible wifi users in his neighborhood.

In the house on the other side of the street lived an old couple. They probably didn't even use the internet. A single man with three dogs lived in the house barely visible on the left. He could be the one, but spent so much time out with his dogs, he seemed unlikely. In the big brown house on the right, lived a family with at least four persons. Three usually emerged from a black Kia Soul around 5 pm: a pretty woman, a boy around 4 or 5, and a baby, a girl from the pink color of her clothes; then a man, probably the pretty woman's husband, who left for work early and came home late in a classy Mercedes. They could be the users, but he wanted to find out. He did something his voyeuristic side was probably hoping he would do: he installed software to spy on the internet traffic on the network, and waited.

With no friends, no pets, lot of free time, and beer in the fridge, he spent a few hours each evening analyzing megabytes and megabytes of data: visited websites, chats, e-mails, pictures. All was saved on his external storage server. As he got to know the people he was spying on, he knew where to find interesting stuff.

Roberto found it out like that. The first e-mail thread: a girl was sending flirting e-mails to her lover, writing how much she wanted to play with another man: to return to those slight tickling sensations she had once felt with her husband, feelings only flirting could give her, being discovered by a man little by little, playing with words, getting those shivers down her spine again.

She was married, so she was from either the older or younger couple, and her name seemed to be Sidney. But unfortunately, Roberto didn't know any of his neighbors' names. Moreover, the woman was hesitant to give personal information about her.

The guy she was chatting with was mostly nice, but a little rough sometimes. It seemed as if he went easily out of his mind when turned on. At such times it was clear Sidney didn't like his behavior. Still, after a couple of days, the guy managed to get a photo from her.

And there it was now, showing on Roberto's monitor: a tall brunette, with a body no man would refuse to slide his hands on and lips made to be kissed. She was a girl anyone would like to have as his girl-next-door.

Actually, she was his girl-next-door: the Black Soul Woman.

***

His feelings for her, for his married neighbor, grew day by day.

It was not love, but was something different: learning a person by her own intimate words, the ones she would normally keep for her lover. The feeling that you should be the one who deserves her, the need to be her friend, the need to know her better, to draw from her that deep well-hidden passion, because that man on the other side of her monitor was clearly not smart enough to evoke it.

Sidney was expert at the 'hide and catch' game she played. She would drag a man into her net, and then refused to give him enough. But her photos: she was indeed really hot!

In one photo, she was wearing a gray camisole; "Only" a gray camisole. The photo gave hints of total nakedness below, but revealed nothing. Another photo showed her in red lingerie: she was not particularly thin, nor fat. A normal, pretty girl one might find on Saturday morning with her children at the supermarket. Watching her dressed like that, he ended up masturbating to her photos and their e-mails more than once.

Well, Roberto needed a woman, of that he was sure.

It was exciting to read her e-mail, and then greet her on the street in front of her house, knowing what she was like, what she was doing behind her husband's back.

He knew he needed more. He wanted more, and he was going to try to get it.

And so the day came. He had watched her husband leave on a business trip the day before, knew was not coming home that night. He saw her leave the house with her kids and return alone. And he read it in an e-mail: "I'll be alone this weekend, I hope we can play. I want to give you something more than usual. I'll be here waiting for you."

So, she was going to have fun that night.

Was Sidney going to play with a stranger she didn't like, only to gain a little self-confidence? Roberto imagined she was feeling old, after two babies, and not as attractive as she had been before. But why sell out yourself to such a scumbag?

It was already evening, and the time had come. Dressed in his summer shorts and a t-shirt, Roberto approached her house holding the bottle of wine he had chosen for the evening. With a simple plan in his mind: get to know each other better. Alone, of course.

And then who knows?

He walked up the small stairs on the front of the house, rang the bell.

***

Diiiiing, doooong.

"Well, who the hell could be this late in the evening?"

Sidney wondered, as she wasn't expecting anyone.

"Hold on a second, I'm coming."

She yelled at the front door as she put down her book, drawing a simple white blanket over her skimpily clad body, then heading for the door. Unlocking it, she slowly peeled it open a crack revealing an older but handsome gentleman. She realized quickly it was her neighbor, and then opened the door with a perplexed smile on her face.

"Hey neighbor, how are you? Finally coming to meet us properly?"

Sidney looked at him waiting for an answer: he was a nice man just before his forties; some lady would have said handsome, some probably would have not even noticed him. Sidney was sure he was the kind of man who never had difficulty finding someone to get laid with. Tall, light brown eyes; those that gains those sexy shades of green in sunny days; and brown hair. A normal body, not too muscular, but seemed still well fit.

"Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Roberto boldly step inside the front door forcing her to draw back a few steps. He stared at her body probably a little too long, trying to figure out if she was naked under that blanket barely covering her silhouette.

"We met some times on the street and, well, I thought it could be finally the right time to introduce myself to my neighbors.

I am Roberto, I'm not Canadian so... ehm... please bear with my poor English."

Roberto handed the bottle of red wine to the pretty brunette standing in front of him.

"And this is a little gift for you and your husband."

Stepping back a few paces as he aggressively entered her home, her white blanket her only modesty as her left hand hold it tight against her form, Sidney reached out with her right hand for the wine showing him a friendly smile.

"Nice to meet you, Roberto. I'm Sidney. And thank you for the wine... I... I mean we really appreciate it. But, uhmm, this is really not a good time for me. May you come back tomorrow?"

Her eyes betrayed a little tension. Roberto of course knew why: she was expecting a virtual rendez-vous soon, but now there he was, ruining her plans for a passionate night with her virtual lover.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. But I really don't care if the house is not tidy or what, I'm a simple person."

He said feigning a misunderstanding, giving her a big warming smile, one of those you just can't say "No" to.

"And actually, I rarely have some free time so, you may miss the opportunity to know your neighbor a little better. Are you sure you want to pass on this rare chance?"

He laughed, and slightly bumped off the girl in front of him, approaching the couch.

"Or maybe you were reading?"

He asked pointing to an open book upside down on the couch, then quickly added:

"May I meet your family too? I thought they would have been here at this time of the day."

"Uhmm... uhmm... My husband is at work and the kids are at Grandmas. But they will be home soon, so why don't you come back tomorrow?"

Sidney meekly responded to him as she watched Roberto barging into her living room then picking up her romance novel, her elegant face confused and a little scared. He quickly glanced at the title & cover art.

"Really? You are alone then. We could be of a little company to each other while we wait. It's been weeks since I talked properly with someone outside work, being alone in a foreign country is not easy. I couldn't actually make a lot of friends until now."

Roberto purposely ignored her polite ways to push him out of her house, firmly stating he wanted to stay there.

"Beside, this couch is fantastic. Ahhhhhh... "

He said sinking in the soft skin of the couch.

"I see you were reading a romance novel. Do you miss your hubby that badly?"

He said laughing and winking to his host, trying to break into the little tension he created bursting in.

Sidney was in the beginning a little caught up by his being that direct, almost arrogant. Anyone would have understood that was not the right time... that she was trying to get rid of him.

Could it be because of the language? Could it be that he really didn't understand properly what she meant to say? She wondered.

Anyway it seemed she could not do anything else then to accommodate him. She sighed, thinking of her sexy night slowly fading away in front of her eyes, and then forced herself into a smile.

He was a nice man indeed; she felt no fear around him. It would have been no danger to spend a little time with him right? A man she, at least, knew a little. Wasn't it what she indeed had been craving?

"What the hell! He's not going home, and he was enough polite to bring wine! At the very least, I'm going to enjoy my 'alone' evening in a different way!"

She thought, getting a grip on herself. Finally feeling a little at ease, trying to figure out if Roberto last remark was something to be ashamed for, if he had really meant what she heard, she sat on the couch.

His brown eyes followed her movements all the way from the door to the couch. The light white blanket was barely covering her body: a pretty woman in her early thirties, brown hair combed up in a nice chignon - how much he liked a naked neck! - a slender body that revealed what it seemed to be a nice turgid breast and an equally firm bottom. Her legs were almost completely visible. Even having already seen almost everything of her on photo, that gave him the chills.

That was no outfit you'd use with a stranger home. His thoughts began to race a little too much as she sat on the couch on the farthest side, lifting and crossing her legs under herself.

"She sat that far."

He thought. Roberto felt he was long to get her trust, but something was going to help: he came prepared.

He fetched a corkscrew from his pocket, and then began opening the red wine bottle.

"Ehm... Roberto... I don't know if this is a good idea. Hubby is due home soon and I would not like him to find me here alone with another man, even if you actually are our neighbor."

"You're a bad liar, Sidney."

Is what Roberto wanted to say. But instead, he played along.

"Mmmm... yeah, I understand. Just a glass or two then I'll go home ok? Would you please bring two glasses?"

Sidney seemed to weigh her choices a little, and then answered.

"Sure, I guess that's fair enough."

She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, giving him a full view of her cladded bottom and what could have been a nice black thong. The blanket was not adherent enough, though.

Roberto looked around: the living room was spacious and well appointed. The big beige couch paired with a sofa on the left. In front, there was a large flat TV, the one you may find in a family without financial issues, on the left a big clean fireplace probably not working since the previous spring. Behind the couch, a little space and a wall with a large library filled with books of every genre: history, art, travels, romances and even some comic books. The overall effect was that of a "home", a place someone lives in, somewhere you feel at ease in.

In front of him, on a little tea table, it was her still closed notebook.

"But you'll not need it tonight."

He thought.

Sidney was coming back holding two glasses. Now that she couldn't keep the blanket steady over her body, Roberto could notice better her breast slightly waving under it. She was a pretty lady, no need to hide it.

"I like your glasses."

He said pouring the red wine into the two big glasses she handed over.

"And you never saw me wearing them..."

She enjoyed the puzzled look on his face, and then quickly added:

"I'm joking, sorry, just picking on a stranger am I or not?"

She made a little fun of him, she already felt better, more at ease around that man.

"Ah...I ..."

He was taken aback by her friendly behavior; couldn't even manage to answer properly. Moreover, he was still trying to get what she just said: "wearing glasses"?

"So, Roberto, what have you been doing here? You moved because of work?"

"Yes. I work in an international company and we are opening a new branch here in Oakville. That's why I'm here, probably still for a couple of months: to get things started in the right way."

She sipped her wine as he spoke. Her delicate thin lips were caressing the glass with such tenderness he couldn't help himself to think a little farther: what those lips could be able to do; how she could use them...

He was soon brought back to reality by her voice.

"This is strong! What kind of wine it is?"

"It's Primitivo, a red wine from the south of Italy. It's around fourteen degrees so, strong indeed, but really, really good, isn't it? Especially the aftertaste and the strong scent of berries, right?"

But actually he was thinking something else.

"I know it's strong, stronger than any wine Canadians are used to, and that's exactly my point."

***

They spoke for at least an hour. The time was flying by and they didn't notice the pitch black painting the night sky, as the evening sunset darkened under the horizon out of the windows.

They spoke about their families, about friends, about movies and about all kind of happy and sad things. She showed him the kitchen, but didn't show him the bedrooms on the top floor. They finally sat on the couch again and he noticed the wine bottle was almost empty. He had only two small glasses...that meant Sidney had all the rest.

Indeed she was acting a little silly already: she sat on the couch on the same position of before, but didn't actually care about her blanket too much. As a result, he could see more of her legs, almost to her thighs, and an entire shoulder was now uncovered revealing a light brown skin all the way to her camisole. That camisole; the grey one she wore on the sexy photo he managed to sniff on the net.

As for her, she was feeling definitely high. The wine was good, but too strong for her, and she didn't even have dinner before. As a result she was feeling hot and definitely in a playful mood.

Roberto was a nice man. She was feeling at the right place with him, she was feeling guided but not pushed. As an overall effect, she felt the need to hug him to cuddle with him. Sidney definitely wanted to "feel" that man.

Still, he was staying there, on the other side of the couch. She clearly saw him watching her legs, trying to get a glimpse of what was hidden beneath, but he was still behaving cautious.

She liked that way of playing; she didn't want some fast rough sex: she could have found that in any pub of the city probably in less than half an hour. It was a nice long flirt, exactly the thing she missed in her life; it was like being read into her mind; such a strange feeling, like being turned upside down and watched from the inside.

She wanted to provoke him, so casually moved her leg a little wider. He was speaking about something, she could not really understand him right now, she was totally focused on how to move her body and the feeling of his eyes on it.

The blanket moved a little aside. She knew: from his position he could finally see her panties now, and she was happy to notice his sight moving lower, posing on her thighs and up, trying to focus on that black spot in the middle. She was feeling naughty, but he was not the one making her feeling like that. It was so strange, the feeling was like a drug, and she wanted more.

"So, Sidney? Hey... Sidney? Are you feeling well?"

She gasped and soon got a grip on herself, trying to remember what he was talking about.

"Ah... mmm... sorry Roberto... I faded away a little... the wine is strong and I'm a little high. Did you ask me something?"

He questioned her with his eyes, lifted an eyebrow and opened his mouth as to speak, then closed it again. Waited a little, as if he wasn't sure anymore of what he had to say, and then asked:

"Yeah... I asked you where the glasses you were talking about are. You wear glasses right? Or maybe I misunderstood? I do wear them too anyway, but usually wear contact lens during the day."

She was having troubles focusing her eyes on him, especially remembering how they got to that topic again, but managed to answer somewhat.

"Ah, of course Roberto, I... I think I have them somewhere on the library..."

Without thinking too much, she stood up. The white blanket cladding her body slid on the couch, she didn't realize it and stood there a second, trying to keep her balance, her head spinning slightly and her legs trembling a little due to the alcohol.

Roberto was amazed. He was lucky she didn't see his expression, because surely his jaw dropped at the view of Sidney in front of him, barely covered just a little below her thighs by the infamous grey camisole. Her legs, her arms, her neck, the top of her breast, all completely offered to his sight in that fantastic, erotic vision.

She stretched her arms, her camisole lifted a little as she turned around and walked to reach the library, giving him a peek of her almost naked ass. Only a thin black string of tissue in the middle, fading down in the space between her cheeks.

She reached the library, bent slightly to get her glasses, wore it and turned around to face him.

"See? I used them mostly for reading."

He was staring at her, speechless. She was pretty, but now that she was wearing those thin glasses, and the chignon combing her hair, she acquired a strong sexiness he never thought she had. Like a cougar in the savanna ready to charge. He was already feeling captured by her.

"It's not going as planned... damn... she is not as I thought she was, she is way better and I'm feeling stupid for what I thought. This is a woman to respect first, and then conquer, maybe... "