Next Door Neighbors

I ran a nice bubble bath yesterday and was undressing to get in it when my zipper got stuck. It was the perfect opportunity to call on Pat. His wife always naps for hours on the afternoon, and he is sooooooooo hot. I knocked on his door, my shirt unbuttoned just enough to see my split-cup fishnet bra, the little black bows neatly tied, my hard nipples peaking through, begging for attention. Pat answered the door with a smile creeping across his lips. He's such a loyal guy. . .hard to get, but so lonely. "Pat, my zipper is stuck, and I was just running a bath for myself. Can you help me get my pants off?" He's look was a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "Sure, Ania. Let's go to your place. Can't have you walking back with no pants on." I walked a step or two in front of Pat, just so he could watch me swing. . .I know that always gets him. "Can you come upstairs, Pat? I need to check the bath water to make sure it hasn't gotten cold." "Sure," he said. In the bathroom, I felt the water through the mounds of bubbles. It was perfect. I turned to Pat. "It's perfect, Pat. But, what about these pants?" I reached over and undid his belt, button and zipper and slipped his jeans down. His hot rod sprang out ready for action. Pat tugged gently at my zipper and down it came. "Why, Ania, this wasn't stuck at all." "No, Pat. But, I had to get you here somehow. I've missed you so much." Pat put his strong arm around my waist and slip his other hand into my half-buttoned shirt. He rubbed my breasts and I was on fire. Pat is so smooth. . .before I knew it we were both naked and he was kissing and licking all over my body. I had to return the favor. Pat is so delicious. He picked me up and put me into the bath. . .he washed me gently, working me up along with the lather. Then, he pulled the plug, rinsed me well, lifted me out of the bath and wrapped me gently in a thick soft towel. He carried me to my bed and we made the most passionate love I've had in months.