Last Friday, we had a barbecue with the neighbors.
We started the barbecue in the parking lot in front of the house in the afternoon.
In the evening, we moved to the house next door
and had a drinking party with everyone.
The children were playing around.
I was talking with the neighbor's husband
while drinking alcohol...
Everyone was quite tipsy.
Even though they are neighbors,
there's still a sense of pride,
so I wore a tank top and shorts.
The husband, who is five years older than me at 43,
seemed quite gentlemanly,
and I quite liked him.
It was quite cramped,
so my hand touched his hand,
and when I said, "Sorry,"
he replied, "It's okay."
Then his hand touched mine,
and when he said, "Sorry,"
I replied, "It's okay,"
and he asked, "Can I touch you?"
When I giggled,
he placed his hand on mine.
Since no one else could see,
I thought it was fine,
so we continued drinking and talking,
gradually getting closer to each other.
When I poured drinks, I made sure my chest was visible,
and he pressed his arm against me,
so I pressed back...
It was quite thrilling,
but since I was drunk, I was bold.
He said, "I wonder what the kids are doing?"
and we decided to go check on them.
In the kids' room,
there were six children playing with DS or drawing.
When we arrived,
they wanted to play hide and seek,
so my child was the seeker and counted to 30
while everyone hid.
Even though it was someone else's house,
the kids hid in beds and closets.
I hesitated because it was someone else's house...
but the husband said, "This way,"
and led me to the study.
He pulled me into the walk-in closet...
We closed the door and stayed close together.
He whispered in my ear, "My clothes might smell a bit, but bear with it,"
and I replied, "It's nice,"
as he touched my lips with his fingers.
My heart was racing, and I thought it was bad,
but he put the finger that was on my lips into his own mouth...
and smiled,
then kissed me.
A sweet kiss.
As I was dazed,
he placed his leg between mine
and pressed his lower body against me.
His hand moved from my back to my butt,
caressing it,
and touched me through the gap in my shorts.
He was also getting aroused
and pressed against me.
When I thought, "This is bad," and tried to pull away,
he slipped his hand through the gap in my shorts from behind
and touched me.
I knew I was already wet,
and he whispered in my ear,
"You're wet. You're naughty,"
which was embarrassing.
He traced his finger and asked, "Does this feel good?"
When he said, "Spread your legs more,"
I couldn't help but comply.
It felt so good,
and my body's reaction was embarrassing.
He made me hold his arousal,
which was very hard.
He asked, "Do you want it?"
When I shook my head,
he moved his finger inside me vigorously,
and asked, "Really?"
"Say you want it," he said,
and I ended up saying it.
I was so wet
that my juices were dripping down my inner thighs.
When the seeker entered the room,
we stayed quiet while he touched me.
My heart was pounding...
When the closet was opened,
I said, "Oh, you found me,"
and left.
After that, the party ended,
but while cleaning up,
the husband said, "Next time, I'll give it to you,"
and I wondered what to do since we are neighbors.
