This happened this past weekend.
It was a beautiful weekend out, the first real nice one of the summer, so my wife Sarah and I decided to to throw a little impromptu barbecue. It was nothing big, just invited some close friends and family over for some food, drinks, and pool time.
It was a terrific afternoon, and as day turned into night, most of the guests had tapered off until it was just us and our neighbor, Jess, left on the patio, drinking rum and cokes.
Jess is slightly younger than me, 35, and recently divorced. She’s also an absolute bombshell. Petite, but with killer curves, long black hair, arm covered with tattoos, and a spitfire personality. Rarely without her bright red lipstick and cats eye glasses, she could easily be a pinup model. Sarah knows I have a thing for her, and often teases me about it. We have a semi-open relationship, but I’ve never gotten the vibe that Jess would be into anything, so I’ve never really tried.
The drinks were flowing freely, and I was having more and more trouble keeping my eyes off of Jess’s cleavage, practically spilling out of her bikini top.