Unspoken Pleasure

Paying attention to the conversation again, I realized I had a agreed to have a cup of coffee after the meal while I was having this internal moral argument.

When Debbie stood up to go and get the coffee I couldn’t help but notice how her tight dress showed off her beautiful curves and how cute her ass was as I watched her walk. I helped to clear the dirty dishes off the table and took them into the kitchen where Debbie was preparing coffee so I could have another look at her gorgeous figure.

She insisted that we didn’t bother with the washing up, despite my offer to help, and we walked through to the living room with our coffees. She was a little unsteady on her feet presumably from the amount of wine she had been drinking all evening.

We sat on the couch and I arranged myself so that I wasn’t too close but I couldn’t help but notice that Debbie’s dress rode up her thighs to show off more of her lovely long legs. It was strange that here I was with a beautiful woman, clearly wanting me to take things further, and yet I was the one trying to resist. I started to wonder why I was trying to resist. Debbie wasn’t the only one who had drunk too much wine.

Perhaps I should let the evening take its natural course and finish off with sleeping with her?

As we sat on the couch chatting, I glanced over at her and saw in her blue eyes a mixture of emotions. Perhaps it was the drink but I thought there was a mixture of desire and sadness, as if she wanted me but at the same time wasn’t sure. Should I encourage her? My cock clearly thought I should.

“Can I ask you something personal?” Debbie said softly, averting her eyes and clenching her hands in her lap.

“Sure,” I replied.

“Do you ever get lonely on your own?” And without giving me time to answer she continued “I sometimes feel lonely even being married and having a daughter. Cindy is often out these days with her friends, and David is often working late or even away on business like this weekend.”

I could see Debbie trying to fight back some tears while she continued to look down at her hands clenched I’m her lap. Well, here was my opportunity, but it still didn’t seem right.

“Umm, sometimes it can be quiet, but I have a lot of friends,” I struggled to answer her question neutrally, “and I have a great neighbor,” I ended, and found myself leaning over and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Debbie looked up at me when I touched her and could see here whole face brighten with a gorgeous smile. It was as if she had suddenly made the decision to be happy whatever the cost probably prompted by my innocent touch, which is not what I had intended. The suggestion of tears had vanished from her eyes and the look on her beautiful face was of longing. She brushed some strands of blond hair away from her face in a gesture which I found subtlety arousing.

“Thanks Chris,” still speaking softly but without a hint of sadness now, “you are a good neighbor too. I’m lucky to have a friendly, helpful and attractive man next door. I wish we had got to know each other better before now. All that wasted time.”

This was getting out of hand now and it was clear Debbie desired me. It was probably a combination of her feeling lonely with her husband away, emphasized by too much wine driving her feelings and actions. My body was responding to her sexy body and her desire for me as I felt a twitch from my cock, aroused by the voluptuous figure inside her tight dress. The dress outlined the soft curves of her breasts and the wide curves of her hips as she sat turned towards me. My cock began to grow despite my mind not convinced this was the right action.

I had to find a way out of this dilemma and I glanced at my watch before saying “Sorry Debbie, I have an early start tomorrow and I ought to be leaving soon.”

Debbie looked at me and hesitated before saying “That’s too bad considering how well the evening is going.”

She stood up and suggestively smoothed down her dress, running her hands down her curves, and turned to me “How about ending with a dance?”

I stood, momentarily taken aback at the suggestion, but I decided it was harmless and I could resist her especially as I had made up my mind to leave soon.

I hadn’t really noticed the music that had been playing because I had been too busy working out how to respond to Debbie’s advances. A slow song was playing, and despite the unusual request, I nodded and opened my arms.

Debbie smiled in a way that connected to my hardening cock, and stepped towards me. She looked ravishing as she came close and I carefully took her in my arms, trying not to let our bodies get too close. Debbie didn’t have any such reservation and immediately snuggled close to me and my heart, and my cock leaped at the feel of her full breasts pressed against my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder and I breathed in deeply, my senses full of her arousing perfume although there was also a strong aroma of alcohol on her breath.

We swayed slowly in time to the music, my hands gently touching her back. Gradually she moved even closer and I could feel her relaxing against me. I was acutely aware of her hips pressing into mine, and my hardening length was pushing up against her through our clothes. It might have been my imagination but I thought I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest. The song finished and another started, once again filling the room with soft music.

My willpower was melting despite clearly knowing this was wrong, and so I took one last attempt to stop myself. I let go of Debbie and quietly spoke into her ear: “Sorry Debbie, I need to use your bathroom.”

Debbie was in a daze, clearly enjoying our slow sensual dance but she indicated where I could find the bathroom and let go of me. The smell of Debbie’s perfume and the alcohol stayed in my nostrils as I hurriedly found the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

I now has to make a decision. Was I going to sleep with Debbie, or get out of here? My mind said leave, my cock was shouting to stay. I knew, despite my efforts to restrain myself, that I had drunk too much wine and my mind was losing.

Who was I to turn down a fuck with a woman who was asking for it? I hadn’t seduced her, she had come on to me, so it wasn’t my fault. I was so horny that I needed her now.

With that decision I finished in the bathroom and headed back to the lounge and and my neighbor Debbie.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When I entered the room I couldn’t believe my eyes: Debbie was lying on the couch, apparently fast asleep. She had propped her head on the arm of the couch and curled her legs to fit. She didn’t respond when I gently said her name. Clearly the food and wine had caught up with her and she had succumbed to sleep.

So what do I do now? I was horny as hell having decided to give into my lust for Debbie, but now she was fast asleep on the couch. Do I just leave, or wake her up to let her know I was going. I presumed sex was out of the question now and I would have to deal with my arousal later.