Best Laid Plans Pt. 03

As she sunned, she kept an eye on the apartment above. So far so good and then she saw him looking out his window directly at her. Desperately, she fought the urge to grab her beach towel and crawl under it, but willed herself to remain calm. How can she remain calm with her heart beating a hole in her chest? Maybe she could tug her top up a bit farther.

She rolled over on her stomach. Now he's looking right at my ass. Oh well, it's mostly covered. Slowly, she brought her hands to the top of her bra and lifted it up. He probably didn't notice that. But, shit, now the bottom half of her breasts were exposed. She could feel the smooth warm fabric of the lounge padding beneath her. Were the globes of her breasts bulging out? She pulled her elbows in close and was dying to look around to see if he still watched. She felt trapped. This bikini business might not be for her. Please go away man.

She couldn't help herself and turned her head to see. There he was with a huge grin plastered on his face. He'd caught her looking. Her cheeks grew red, but screw it. Let him get his jollies. Sandy and Jan wouldn't be upset. They'd probably enjoy it. She resigned herself and relaxed in the hot rays of the sun. When the shadows came, she reached over to the chair for her towel and brought it to her side to protect her breasts as she sat up. There he was standing on his balcony in the briefest of brief trunks. He bulged out obscenely. It excited her.

She wrapped the towel around her chest and took one more look. He waved at her. She panicked and with wide eyes waved back without really thinking. What else was there to do? Damn it. She grabbed up her sun block and tried to open the sliding glass door but both hands were occupied. One holding the towel and the other the sun screen. Down dropped the plastic container to the floor, before she wrenched open the door and slipped inside. You mucked that up big time, she thought. He probably thinks I'm kissing kin to a frightened rabbit.

Before going to shower, she snuck one more peek between the curtains to see if his crotch was as full as she remembered. It was. Maybe it's stuffed with a sock, she thought, as she got naked for her shower.

That night she found herself looking up at his windows, when Bill didn't notice. She saw a tall blond girl pass back and forth a few times. Large breasts, but she couldn't get a good look at her facial features. Her boobs are no bigger than mine are, she found herself thinking. Later, she snuggled up to Bill in bed and initiated sex play. As Bill mounted her the image of her neighbor flashed through her mind. Stupid, she decided.

Friday morning around 10 o'clock, Nancy gathered up her towel and arranged herself on the lounge. She saw her neighbor at his window, and she began applying the sun block. No reason to be intimidated by him. To show her newfound courage, she untied the spaghetti straps from the back of her neck and pulled her top dangerously low; down to the beginnings of her pink aureoles. She massaged the oil on with no apparent concern. Surely, he couldn't hear her heart beat. A strange excitement began to build. Since she was a child, no male except Bill had seen her so exposed. She wondered if her voyeuristic neighbor lusted after her.

To complete her tummy and legs she had to bend forward. He may be seeing part of my nipples. So what? Eat your heart out. Jan and Sandy liked to tease, and it did create a rush. Her right hand held her top in place as she stretched out completely on the padding. When she put on her sunglasses, she glanced up for a second. Damnation! He stood in the open doorway to his balcony wearing only jockey shorts and he had an erection! The tip of his penis protruded above the elastic band around his waist. How dare he be so brazen? She shut her eyes and felt herself tremble. She had half a mind to hurry back inside, but that half didn't make a move. Just don't look. No, don't look. She barely lifted her eyelids. Behind the sunglasses he couldn't tell. Could he?

He had lifted his arms to clasp his hands behind his head and wasn't looking her way. He stared out into space. Preening, she thought. That asshole. It was disgusting. She'd never even properly met him. She'd show him by turning over on her stomach. That way her head would be turned away from him. In just a minute. Minutes passed. Now's the time. She'd fix him. God, his penis was so big and long. She had no one to compare him with except Bill and he filled her to the brim. How could that blond girl accommodate him? Wonder if she's his wife?

What would Jan and Sandy think if she confessed? No, confession is the wrong word. She hadn't done anything except look. They would probably tell her to show more, but, no way, he had seen plenty. He was staring straight at her now and grinning. She flipped over on her stomach. Take that, buddy boy. She wiggled her ass a bit to make herself more comfortable on the pad. And the wiggling rubbed her pussy against the padding. Enough of that. Well, maybe one or two more wiggles.

At 12:30, Nancy went back inside. He was nowhere in sight. Good. She showered and put on her new bra and panty set. Bill had adored it the night before as well as the new bikini. He thought it was so sweet of Jan and Sandy to get them for her birthday. They were sure right about men wanting their wives to be ogled.

Nancy wandered into the kitchen and fixed herself a tuna salad sandwich. Her skin glowed from all the sun. Even in the air conditioning she felt extra warm. As she dropped her paper plate in the trash, she leaned across the sink to peer out the window. He stood on his balcony. At least he'd put on a pair of shorts. She should probably finish dressing, but definitely switch back to her regular undies. What she wore was too special.

In the living room, she pulled the drapes back at the side just enough to take a look. He still stared her way. More light could enter the room if she opened the drapes. She opened them half way and hid behind the unopened portion. Dare she walk into the open part? Not right away. It would seem planned, but he'd sure teased her. She waited a full two minutes and casually strolled past the window to the other side of the partially opened drapes. Carefully, she pulled aside the end of the drapes to sneak another look. His eyes were watching the window.

She wondered if he could see her strip of pubic hair through her panties from that distance. If she were right at the window, she bet he could. Better not do that. How long would he wait? If he waited a full five minutes longer, she would reward him. She watched the minute hand on her watch and when the time had elapsed she snuck another peek. He wasn't there. You must have patience, boy, she thought. She realized with surprise that she was slightly disappointed. What was happening to her?

Saturday morning, she told Bill that she should have a new dress for dinner that night. He agreed, if it wasn't too expensive. She dragged him along from shop to shop. Luckily for them, a small boutique had not survived the competition and had a going-out-of-business sale. Since Nancy wore a size four, several fine dresses were left. They chose a spectacular black satin and organza dress. Cut above the knee, it had a notch collar halter bodice to leave the back open. The full skirt had alternating stripes of sheer organza and satin. A satin sash finished the waist. It was fully lined for opacity. Nancy did the dress justice and it only cost $229. Originally, $750, if they believed the tag.

Nancy couldn't wear her new bra or any other since the back of the dress was cut out in back down to the top part of her buttocks. In front, the halter bodice dipped in a low vee but the material was dense enough to conceal her nipples. It clung snugly to her breasts and didn't allow the top to gap open for interested eyes.

She practiced sitting down, since the hemline rose precariously high. Black underwear might have been better, but the lining hid her white lace panties. Since her back was exposed, a white horizontal strip of skin showed where her bikini came together across her back. She should have thought of that when she was sunbathing. But her secret admirer might have attempted to jump from his balcony to hers, if she'd unhooked it and let the sides fall away. Maybe next time.

They arrived at Jan's house for cocktails at 6:30. Stan let them in and apologized for Jan running late. "Bob and Sandy are sitting out by the pool. Go on out and join them, while I make your drinks. What'll you have?"

"I'll go with scotch and water, how about you, Nancy?"

"A vodka martini with a twist, please."

Bill looked at her and almost made a remark, but Stan cut him off, "Great! Is Chivas Regal okay, Bill?"

"Sure, fine."

"Nancy, your dress is stunning. You'll be the prettiest girl at the club."

'Why didn't he say woman?' thought Nancy, as she moved through the house to the pool. Bob stood up when they arrived and gave a low whistle. "Don't you look spiffy, Nancy. Bill, you must be proud of her." Bill smiled.

"Gorgeous," said Sandy, "You're a knockout."

"Thanks, you're really pumping up my ego. Are you sure it's not too daring?"

Sandy leaned forward so the square bodice of her blue cocktail dress gapped to display her breasts. She did have a blue bra on but it was transparent and low cut. Sandy winked at Nancy. "I'm sure you'll be right in style."

Bill's eyes widened. He forced himself to look away and drew Bob aside. "We sold yours and Stan's Bio Technical Labs at 83 and a quarter. Then we picked up 5000 shares of Computer Digital Sciences for each of you at 16 and a half. A good trade I'd say."

"You've been great, Bill. There are several friends that Stan and I want you to meet at the club tonight. Great contacts. Here comes Stan with your drinks. Have a seat while I freshen my own drink."

At seven o'clock, Jan still hadn't arrived and Stan asked, "Bill, would you mind getting some more crackers for the clam dip? They're on the tile island in the kitchen and please yell at Jan. Tell her to hurry it up. I want to finish this conversation about Monica Lewinski."

Bill located the crackers and walked to Jan's bedroom door. "Jan! Stan wants to know if you're about ready?"

Jan opened the door and finished attaching a gold earring. "Hi, Bill, I need your help. I would ask Stan to come in, but I'm already running so late. The hairdresser took forever."

"Yeah, I'm always happy to help a damsel in distress. Whatcha need?"

"Your honest appraisal. Check out my dress when I lean forward." Jan bent toward Bill and the front of her dress dipped away from her breasts. "How much can you see? Can you see the tips?"

"Er, the tips?"

"My nipples, silly."

"Well, no, not exactly."

"How about now?" as she leaned even farther.

He stood with a silly grin on his face, staring at Jan's completely exposed breasts.

"It's not a trick question. You've seen boobs before. How much of mine can you see?"

"Well... pretty much, I guess." He wanted to add that they were spectacular, but didn't.

"Be specific. Can you see my nipples?"

"Ya-yes," he stuttered.

"Shit. Talk to me through the door while I get a bra on." Jan closed the door most of the way and stood behind it as she unzipped her dress and let the top fall. The mirror on her closet door was angled to reflect her movements. Bill watched as she leaned over to open her chest of drawers and remove a black bra. "Stan says he's really pleased with your investment strategies."

"Great." God, what if she caught him staring at her nakedness. He should turn away, but she was too beautiful. He couldn't force himself not to stare. They weren't prettier than Nancy's, but they were different. Nice different! Smaller than Nancy's but her nipples protruded out farther.

"I won't be long now. I'm putting my harness on. I hate to have to wear bras, but some of the country club crowd’s grandparents were dinosaurs."

She cupped her breasts in the sheer black bra and zipped up her dress. "Okay, I'm ready. Thanks for your help. Hope I didn't shock you."

"Not at all. I've got to take these crackers out. I'll tell them you're coming." What was he going to do about his erection? He hurried over to the ice bucket, grabbed two cubes, put down the cracker box, slipped around the corner into the guest bathroom and undid his pants. He rubbed his dick with the ice and it began to melt along with the ice. Finally, he was soft enough, but his shorts were wet. He tossed the half-melted ice cubes in the sink and blotted himself with a hand towel. With his pants back up the moist shorts didn't show. He ran to retrieve the crackers and hustled them outside.

"Did you have to bake some more?" asked Nancy.

"Uh, no, Jan asked me to, uh, talk with her for a minute. She's ready and will be right here."

Sandy smiled and gave Stan a secret wink. She and Jan must have spent fifteen minutes angling the mirror just so and finding the exact place for her to stand. From Bill's flushed face, the show must have been a success.

On the way to the country club, the men drove in one car and the women in the other. Nancy, sitting in the back seat, felt the effects of her martini. "Thanks again for the presents. I've already put them to good use."

"How's that!" exclaimed Sandy.

"I tried something. Like what you do. A Greek God lives in our apartment complex, right above and to the side of ours. I needed to get some suntan on the places my old suit covered up, so I went outside on my balcony rather than go down to the pool. He's been eyeing me and even waved once. I flashed him some boob. Not too much, and after I went back inside and showered, I walked by the window he can see in. I only wore my new panty and bra set. I could tell he liked it."

"How?"

"He got an erection. A great big one. It was exciting and now I understand why you tease sometimes."

"Looks like you're coming down with a case of 'wandering loins,'" said Jan, who was driving her Lexus.

"Wandering lo...? Oh, no, never. Just some innocent teasing."

"I'm proud of you, Nancy," said Sandy, "but be extra careful. Is he married?"

"I'm not sure, but there's a tall blond bitch in his apartment sometimes."

"It would be safer if he's married. Less chance of him getting too aggressive."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right. But don't tell Stan and Bob. They might let it slip to Bill."

"No worry there. We gals always stick together, right Jan?"

"Right on. But, Nancy, we may not have warned you that when we go on a teasing expedition, we're careful to be a long way from home in an out-of-the-way place. We have our own neighborhood Greek God, but Jimmy lives too close to flirt with. Your guy could be trouble, but I'm still pleased that you've stumbled upon the joys of teasing. Now we're all like sisters."

"Good advice. I never thought of it that way."

"Don't be discouraged," said Sandy, "a little extramarital stimulation is fun, but it must be safe. Either with someone you can trust or with complete strangers who don't know who you are or where you live." Sandy made a mental note to never use her credit card again, if she and Jan went flashing anymore. Here we are, giving her advice when we're strictly novices ourselves, she thought.

"We're here," said Jan, as the parking attendants hustled over to open their doors and hand Jan a claim ticket.

After drinks were ordered, Stan and Bob escorted Bill around the room to introduce him to prospective clients.

"Did you see the glances we got when we walked in?" asked Sandy. "All the women turned six shades of green, while the men's eyes got bigger."

"And we're dressed conservatively." said Jan. "Wouldn't you love to see the ladies switch from envy to hate, if we wore our hunting outfits?"

"It'd pop their corks," said Nancy. They all giggled.

After shrimp cocktails for appetizers and Caesar salads, the group chose between Veal Oscar, prime rib, filet of sole, filet mignon Alphonse, New York strip steak or Maine lobster. The vegetables were asparagus with hollandaise sauce, French-cut green beans with almonds and a choice of potato. For dessert, no one could resist the tiramisu. Delicious!

Stan and Bob tried to pick up the check, but Bill insisted it was his. Mr. Hadley and the other partners were so elated with him getting their accounts, that they gave him an expense account. "They told me to wine and dine you so you'd feel obligated to us. We all know it's not whether I feed you that's important, it's how I perform for you, but I didn't tell them that. Let's order after dinner drinks so the bill will show I did it right."

Nancy felt lightheaded as they waited for the valets to retrieve the cars. The Hennessy Cognac on top of the martinis had sung her a lullaby. The cool night air helped and she brightened at the suggestion by Bob that they all go dancing.

The Startime Lounge offered an atmosphere of subdued lighting and plush elegance. They sat in a semicircular booth, upholstered in dark red velvet. Soft "oldies" music, interspersed with light jazz and show tunes, came from the elaborate sound system. They sat boy-girl with Bill on Nancy's left and Bob on her right. Then Sandy, Stan and finally Jan who sat at the other end of the booth opposite Bill. Nancy reluctantly accepted another martini. She fell into the pleasing rhythm of the conversation as it blended with the music. She felt quite worldly. The evening presented a sharp contrast to their college days, where every penny counted and nights out were rare. She had planned on getting a full-time job, but if Bill's career blossomed she might get by with working part-time.

She took a sip of the ice-cold martini and tasted tiny slivers of ice still alive in the wicked concoction. Bill took her hand and led her to the dance floor. She pressed herself close to him and seemed to float around the floor to the strains of a song called Fascination. The song ended with them standing next to Bob and Sandy. "Want to switch partners?" asked Bob.

"Sure," said Bill, as another slow song began to play.

Bob swept Nancy into his enfolding arms. He danced divinely though he held her quite tightly to him and his hand strayed across her exposed back, dipping quite close to the swell of her buttocks. Perhaps she should break away a bit, she thought, but the lights were so dim no one could tell and it added to the excitement of the evening.

Bob had a strong lead and she felt his power of control and self-assuredness as he maneuvered her about the floor. His right leg inserted itself between her thighs. Her mini-skirt creased to allow his thigh direct access to press against her crotch. In the back of her mind, she thought about times in high school when boys did the same thing and how hot she would get. Bob wasn't treating her like a child anymore, and she asserted her newly acquired status by letting her pelvis push hard against him. I'm a mature woman now, not a squeamish teenager.

Her ploy may have gone too far. She felt Bob's manhood stiffening inches away from her pussy. Nothing could come of it, since they were in the midst of other couples. She relaxed against him, but felt relief when the song ended. She was turned on and her nipples had hardened. She wondered if Bob could feel them, since she wasn't wearing a bra. Bob still held her hand as he led her back to the table. He had to scoot in first and he brushed her clasped hand across his hardness, before he let go to slide into his place.

Bill stayed on the dance floor, dancing with Jan this time. Stan danced with Sandy and Nancy was shocked to see how closely Stan held Sandy. They were swaying more than dancing with pelvises pushing against each other. Sandy's left hand rested on the back of Stan's neck and Nancy thought she saw Sandy's fingers caressing him, but she might be mistaken in the uneven light. Damn, did she see Sandy lick and kiss Stan's neck? Surely not. She sipped more of her martini.