As the movie she had rented came to an end, Betsy picked up the remote and turned off the television, yawning. The movie had been okay, but still, she lamented the waste of another perfectly good evening watching the boob tube all alone—an evening that would have been so much more pleasurable spent in the company of a member of the opposite sex.
Hmmm…Betsy mused. If she was going to wish for a man, she might as well shoot the moon and wish for a specific sort of man: tall, handsome, sexy, virile, very well endowed and last but not least….horny. Too bad she couldn’t bake one up like a gingerbread man! She giggled at her own whimsy as she went around her house turning off lights, preparatory to going to bed.
Tomorrow was Saturday, she reminded herself as she bypassed the nightly ritual of setting her alarm clock. No office to go to and she could have a nice lie-in, sleeping as late as she liked. Plus, the work on the house that had just been built next door to hers was finally done and all of the noisy construction that had shattered the peace and quiet of her little dead end street was at an end. As a matter of fact, she recalled, the new owners must have moved into the house while she was at work today, because there was a large moving van parked in the driveway of the house next door.
Idly wondering what the new owners were like and making a mental note to go over and welcome them to the neighborhood tomorrow, maybe with a freshly baked batch of cookies as a gift, Betsy stripped off her clothes and headed for a long, luxurious soak in a bathtub full of bubbles. To her way of thinking, there was nothing like a nice bubble bath to relax a person. Well, okay, there was another activity that left her totally relaxed, in a warm glow of satisfaction, but sex just wasn’t happening around her place lately, so she settled for bubble baths. She stretched and gazed at her naked body in the full length bathroom mirror as the tub filled with hot water and bubbles, the heady fragrance of her bubble bath perfuming the air. As bodies went, she supposed that hers was basically okay. True, she didn’t have a huge set of knockers like Dolly Parton, but she did have long legs, a nipped in waist, a pert set of bosoms with cute little pink nipples and a pretty nice ass, if she said so herself.
Betsy turned her head one way and the other, performing an assessment of her female charms. Really, she thought in disgust, it was just a crying shame that her perfectly good body was unused, unappreciated and unseen by anyone other than herself. At 31, Betsy was informed by all of the articles in women’s magazines that she was at her sexual peak. How could she peak, she wondered, with nobody to peak with? There were absolutely no candidates for dating material at work and since her cubicle of an office was down in the basement of the building in her job as a computer programmer, if anyone promising was to visit the main offices upstairs she wouldn’t see them anyway. She had long since been through all of the “fixer uppers” supplied by friends and family. Besides, Betsy didn’t care for blind dates. They were inevitably a disappointment and more trouble than they were worth. Nor was she interested in the bar and club scene. She had been there and done that and wasn’t inclined to go back as she considered it an exercise in futility. She had never met even one man in a singles hang-out that she considered worthy of a second look—much less a steamy sex session. Honestly, there simply weren’t many options when it came to finding likely sexual partners, so here she was…ripe for the picking but withering on the vine.
Sighing, Betsy was about to step away from the mirror when a movement seen from the corner of her eye brought her head up sharply. What the…..?! There was someone watching her from a window in the new house next door! Betsy stepped forward to see better, forgetting her state of undress. A man stood at the window, unabashedly staring, seemingly unconcerned whether she saw him watching her or not. Betsy saw that he was very attractive with dark, lean good looks and a confident air that was easy to recognize even through the window. This was a man that was sure of himself, Betsy realized. A man that was used to getting what he wanted. She felt a thrill of appreciation for this kind of alpha male. Here was no namby pamby Nancy who wanted to get in touch with his feelings. This was a man among men, straight out. The kind of man who knew how to pleasure a woman and was confident of his ability to do so.
The kind of man, in short, that Betsy had wished for just a little while ago!
She made up her mind to have a little fun with him. She’d teach him to stare so boldly! Stepping back slightly, Betsy positioned the full length mirror so that it provided a view of the bathtub to her watcher, then lowered herself slowly into the water, a sensuous smile on her full lips. Knowing that she was being observed heightened her pleasure in the silky feel of the bubble bath and warm water on her skin. She covered both breasts with bubbles, then blew them away, exposing the tight buds of her nipples. Sitting up in the tub, she reached for a sponge and began to swirl bubbles and water around on her upper torso in languorous circles. Licking her lips, she arched backward and applied the soapy sponge below her waist, making slow, stroking motions between her legs where her womanhood throbbed.
When this exquisite torture had gone on for a few minutes, Betsy once again lay back in the bathtub and this time allowed her eyes to stray to the mirror. Just as she had expected, her new neighbor could be clearly seen in its reflection, taking in the show that she was providing for his sole entertainment. Betsy grinned mischievously. Mission accomplished, she decided, feeling quite naughty for knowingly putting on an X rated peep show for a stranger. He’d had quite enough and she was going to bed now, chuckling at the thought that the man next door would probably lie awake for hours thinking of her.
As she climbed out of the tub and began to towel herself off, the doorbell rang. Good grief! Who would come calling this late at night? Throwing on a heavy robe and cinching it tightly around her slender waist, Betsy went to the door and opened it to find her new neighbor on the doorstep.
Taken aback, she stammered out a muffled greeting. “Hello,” she said. “Isn’t it a bit late for a visit? I, I, uh….I was going to bring you some homemade cookies tomorrow to welcome you to the neighborhood.”
With one lithe stride, the neighbor stepped inside and shut the door. Leaning against it, he smiled slowly as a wicked glint danced in his dark eyes. “Oh, I think we can dispense with the small talk, don’t you?” he drawled. “We’ve become well acquainted so quickly and besides,” he went on, moving purposefully toward her, “You showed me yours and now I think it’s only fair that I show you mine.”
With that, he unzipped his trousers and stepped out of his briefs. Betsy stared in shock at his erection. He was huge! The thought hit her that, after all, she had wished for a man who was well endowed. Betsy began backing away, muttering a hasty and almost incoherent apology for teasing him with the show in the bath. He matched her step for step until she backed into the sofa, at which point, he gently but firmly pushed her down onto its cushions.
“Your little production was nice, “ he told her. “But now let’s have the rest of the story!”
Betsy feebly made a token protest, but her heart wasn’t in it. The truth was, she was extremely aroused and had been celibate so long that having a big, male hard-on this close to her pulsating nether regions was entirely too tempting a proposition to try and stop what he had in mind. Might as well lay back and enjoy it, she thought with a sigh of anticipation.
As the neighbor parted her knees and entered her, Betsy stifled a scream of pure pleasure. Wave after wave of ecstasy rocked her as her long deprived body responded to his steady thrusts. Soon, they climaxed together in a shattering orgasm.
The neighbor disengaged himself and stood up. “Unfortunately, it’s been a really long day and I still have to unpack tomorrow. How about getting together again tomorrow night?”
“Fine by me,” Betsy assured him, smiling.
He walked toward the door, then turned around and grinned. “Oh, by the way,” he told her. “My favorite cookies are chocolate chip. But you don’t have to bake them if you don’t want to. I think you’ve given me a pretty warm welcome to the neighborhood already. See you tomorrow night!”
As the door closed behind him, Betsy decided to cook the neighbor a thick, juicy steak tomorrow evening. After all, she told herself with a wicked grin—he couldn’t keep that up on cookies!
