Towel Dance

I got out of the tub, dried off, then fastened a towel around me. Bubble baths are wonderful and I enjoy every second lounging in one. I gathered the used towels, put them in the already heaping hamper, and headed to the laundry room.

On my way, I glanced in my bedroom and saw my husband looking out the window. Damn him! That was the fourth time I caught him watching the new neighbor woman. What does she have that I don’t?

I started the washer and returned to the bedroom. He was still rooted to the same spot. “Roger!”

“Yes, dear,” he muttered but didn’t move an inch.

“If you don’t stop staring at that woman, I’m going to throw you out the damn window!”

“Yes, dear.”

I gathered up his socks and jeans, tossing them into the hamper. I peeked in the master bath for anything that needed to be washed. The bathroom was a joke. The shower’s plumbing hadn’t worked in months, so we had to use the other bathroom. Maybe if Roger wouldn’t spend so much time gawking out the window, he could fix the drain.

I returned to the bedroom. He wasn’t even trying to hide what he was doing. “Roger!”

“Yes, dear.”

This could be a case of justifiable homicide.

“Maybe if you used your binoculars you could see her better.”

“That’s a good idea, thanks, Tina.” He glanced at me over his shoulder and headed toward the closet.

I was glaring at a dead man walking. “You take one more step toward the binoculars and I’ll rip your arm off and beat you with it.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Here, Roger, I think you need my towel to wipe off the drool.”

I unfastened my towel and tossed it to him.

That got his attention, and he turned away from the window to face me for the first time since I had entered the room.

“Hey baby, watch me.” I crawled across the bed, my bare bottom swaying back and forth, hopefully drawing him to me like a moth to a flame. I stretched out, put my knees up, let my legs fall open, and patted my mound. I stroked the outside lips first, then entered my fingers and pumped a couple times. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked on them.

He moaned and rubbed the palm of his hand against his crotch.

With the other hand, I held the lips open so he could see the glistening pink cavern. I rubbed my clit and felt the orgasm build. I closed my eyes and leaned back, ready to finish myself off.

“Oh no, baby, let me do that for you.” Roger grabbed my ankles and gently pulled me to the edge of the bed. He got on his knees on the floor. His fingers held me open, and his tongue made a long sweep across my slit.

I held my breath and arched my back.

He inserted one finger into my pussy and pumped as his tongue teased my clit. I felt another finger enter and delightfully stretch me.

My fingers entwined in his dark hair.

His tongue pounded against my clit. When he sucked on it, I shot over the edge and bounced on the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.

When I returned to Earth, I said, “Put it in, baby. I want to feel you inside me.”

Instantly, Roger was on his feet, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him strip so fast. His thumbs hooked his briefs, yanking them down. His cock sprung out as soon as it was released; must have smelled pussy.

I scooted to the middle of the bed and opened my legs wide to welcome him. “Come on, babe, I want you now.”

Roger grinned and quickly positioned himself between my legs. He rubbed his cock back and forth across my pussy lips, sending shivers through me. He entered and pumped slowly at first, picking up momentum as he continued.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and met each of his thrusts. His cock rubbed all the right places, and soon I was having another orgasm.

It wasn’t long after mine that I felt Roger stiffen and shudder as he climaxed. I love the feeling when he’s pumping his juice into me, knowing he's shooting off his semen. I’m not sure why, but it makes me feel so close to him.

When he was done, we cuddled in each other’s arms.

“I love you,” I whispered against his parted lips.

“Love you too, babe.”

I resisted the urge to counter with, “Do you?”

***

A couple hours later, I met my best friend, Sandy, for an afternoon of shopping. We bought a couple of lattes, sat down, and talked. Of course, I just had to tell her what had happened.

She laughed the second I finished my tale of woe.

“What’s so damned funny?” I asked.

“You are.” Sandy shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Roger only does that to get a rise out of you, and it worked.”

“No, he was ogling that woman next door. He didn’t even know I was in the room,” I argued.

“Yes, he did.”

“No, he didn’t. I know that for a fact, because I was dancing around in my towel. He didn’t bother to turn and look at me.”

Sandy snorted, and latte shot out of her mouth, splattering all over the table.

“Ewwww, you pig.” I grabbed napkins and wiped up some of the mess.

“Sorry.” She helped to clean it up, but continued to giggle.

“What the hell are you cackling at?”

“You and your damned towel.” She piled all the used napkins on her tray and tossed the soaked tissues in the trashcan. She sat down and smirked at me.

“What’s so freaking funny about my towel?”

“Oh, Tina, Tina.” Her eyes sparkled as she shook her head and clicked her tongue. “Granted, it’s made of terry cloth, but it’s a robe, not a towel like you’re implying.”

“What?”

“It’s a Pepto-Bismol colored robe. Lucy Ricardo wore the same thing on one of her TV shows that aired in the 50s. That’s the episode where she got sunburned. What she wore wasn’t one bit sexy, even back then, and neither is yours now.”

That made me sit back. “It’s not? But it’s a towel.”

“It’s a fucking robe. It just doesn’t cover your shoulders. You wore it back in college. Tina, you could wear that damned thing to the grocery store and no one would notice.”

“Oh.” All this time, I thought I was being risqué wearing it while I roamed over my home.

“Let me take you to the Locked Door and get you something hot and sexy.”

I shook my head. “No, Roger doesn’t like those things. He wants me natural.”

Sandy eyed me. “All right. Then wear a real towel, something that lets your ass stick out and makes your tits squeeze together and almost pop out the top.”

“I could do that.” I nodded.

“That problem is solved.” She sipped her latte. Her brows furrowed, and she frowned.

“Now what’s wrong?”

“How much do you want to bet your neighbor knows that Roger is watching her?” Sandy asked.

“Noooo,” I protested.

“Yes, Miss Naive. I’ll bet she’s putting on a show for him. Didn’t you tell me that he washed his truck four days in a row?”

“Humph, yes he did. Wait! You mean that bitch is trying to get Roger’s attention?”

Sandy giggled. “Of course. Roger knows you're watching and she knows he's watching. Except she is putting on a show for him making it hard for him to resist taking a peek.”

“Really?”

“Come on, Tina. Don’t you know when some guy is watching you? Don’t you bend over when you normally would have knelt, knowing your skirt will probably ride up?”

My cheeks got warm when I realized she was right. I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

“So does your neighbor, and she’s loving every minute of it.”

Anger surged through me. That bitch!

“Of course, the trick is to get Roger’s attention back on you and keep it there, which won’t be difficult.” She tipped up her cup and drained the last of the drink. “But if Roger doesn’t like your new towel, you could always do what I did to Carl.”

That made me snicker. “You want me to hit Roger with a frying pan?”

“Why not? It worked for me. Carl never flirted in front of me again.”

After I finished laughing and could speak again, I said, “First, you were lucky you didn’t kill him. Second, you're right, he never flirted in front of you again. That's because he left you and divorced your ass.”

“Not every plan is without flaws.” She shrugged.

“I’ll try the towel first. If all else fails, I’ll borrow your skillet.”

“You’ve got a deal.” We both cracked up laughing.

When we calmed down, Sandy said, “Just remember, fight fire with fire. I’ve seen her. You’ve got her beat hands down.”

“Then why is Roger staring at her?”

“Because he can. It’s like he’s a voyeur, and he doesn’t have to cross any lines to look at her. He does it from the safety of his home or driveway.”

“I guess.”

“On some level, he knows she’s letting him see her, but she's watching him and he’s eating it up.”

“Well, if my towel dance doesn’t work, I’ll use your skillet.”

Sandy laughed. “And if push comes to shove, I’ll help you bury the body.”

“You’ve got a deal.”

***

When I arrived home, I wondered what Roger was doing. I put the items away and went upstairs. I heard noises coming from the direction of our bedroom but couldn’t find him. “Roger?”

“In here, hon. I didn’t hear you get back.”

His voice was coming from inside the master bath. I was stunned to find him working on the drain. “You’re fixing the plumbing?”

“Of course. I said I would.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but decided not to throw a wrench into the works.

***

The next couple of days, Roger was a good boy. I never noticed him peeking at the neighbor. After that I forgot about it.

Once more, I was gathering up laundry when I entered our bedroom to find my husband staring out the window with binoculars. “Roger!”

“Yes, dear?”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Bird watching.”

“Uh huh. Keep it up and you and your wooden pecker can go over and stay at her house.” I turned around and stomped out of the room. Needless to say, I was hurt when he didn’t follow after me.

Then I remembered what Sandy had said. Did that hussy next door know my husband was watching her? I decided to look out the window in the spare bedroom. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There the bitch was, painting the walls of some room in her house, wearing only her bikini. She was twisting and bending over. What she did next stunned me. She removed her top and continued painting while her breasts bounced. Then the hussy glanced right at the window where my husband was standing. The bitch! She knew he was watching her.

Still, she seemed determined to outdo what she had already done. When paint dribbled down her chest, she wiped it off very slowly. Then she started playing with her nipples. That was all I could take. I did an about face, stomped into our bedroom, and pulled the blind shut.

“Hey-y-y-y!” Roger whined.

“If you don’t want me to kill you, this stops right now!”

“Yes, dear.” He grinned at me. “Well, you got a suggestion of what else I could do?”

That smile of his made my knees weak, but I held fast and glared at him.

“Come on, baby doll, I couldn’t help it. I’m horny,” Roger said.

“Does that bitch make you horny?”

He shook his head. “Just you, Princess.”

Nice move on his part. His use of the old nickname, something he hadn’t said to me in years, weakened my resolve. He grinned. “I need that special lovin’ that only my Princess can give me.”

I’m human and gave in to my desire. I nodded. “Get comfy and I’ll be right back.”

No one said I had to wear a towel only after a shower. I stripped off my clothes, spritzed a musky scent over myself, and pinned up my hair. I wrapped a towel around me. But it was so short, I thought at first it was a tea towel. My butt cheeks didn’t peek out, they were out.

Then, inspiration struck, and I wrapped the towel under my breasts. I tweaked each nipple and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. The girls were perky, and my bottom didn’t look bad at all as I wiggled it. I pulled a couple strands of my blonde hair loose, and they curled delicately around my face.

At the last minute, I decided to cover my breasts just a bit so they could “accidentally” slip out later. That would increase the effect. I was going to put on one heck of a show.

When I entered the bedroom, Roger’s eyes were glued on the doorway. For a second, it had crossed my mind he might have returned to the window, but he hadn’t.

“Wow!” He gasped and sat up.

“I have a couple things to do first. So be patient, and then I’m all yours.” I sashayed over to the closet and reached up to the top shelf. I knew the towel had risen when I heard his sharp intake of breath. “Hmmm, I wonder where I put that.” Next, I bent over, my legs apart, and rummaged around the bottom of the closet.

“Oh, my God!” he gasped.

I smiled. I had his complete attention. I wiggled my bottom and opened my legs even more so he could see my pussy. When I stood up, I made sure the girls were out and ready to greet him.

I turned around and crossed my arms so my breasts were squeezed together and jutted out even more while I pretended to be deep in thought.

“Oh, damn.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t seem to find it.”

“I don’t mind. Keep looking,” he said. “I think it’s in the closet. Lean over and search again.”

“You’re so smart.” My voice sounded like I was purring. I did as he requested and wasn’t surprised when I stood up and faced him to see him stroking his cock. “Do you want me to help you with that?”

He nodded. “Okay.”

I danced over to the bed and dropped the towel to the floor. I crawled onto the bed, maneuvered between his legs, and got up on my knees. I leaned forward to kiss his lips.

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us onto our sides. His hands rubbed all over my body, especially between my legs, fingers dipping into my cunt.

We continued to kiss. He stopped and sucked on my nipples. It felt heavenly.

I kissed his cheek and sucked on his earlobe. Then I whispered, “Baby, can I suck your cock?”

He looked at me, lust in his eyes, and said, “Beg.”

“May I suck your beautiful dick? Please?”

“Oh yes, babe.” Roger lay back on the bed, his cock standing straight up.

I got back on my knees and with my fingertips rubbed the pre-cum, which glistened at the tiny slit, all over the purplish knob. I stopped, looked straight into his eyes, and stuck my finger into my mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop.

He moaned.

Then I returned my attention back to his dick. I licked the entire shaft before taking it into my mouth. I sucked on it, my head bobbing up and down. I used a couple fingers to stroke the base of his cock and to tenderly squeeze his balls.

Before I could tease him some more, he said, “Honey, I’m going to come.”

I stopped and said, “Stand up, hon.”

He got off the bed and stood.

I sat on the edge of the bed to kiss his thighs and lick his balls.

“Oh babe, you’re going make me shoot off a load.”

I giggled. I sucked hard on the tender skin next to his balls, and he winced. That would hold off his climax for a few more minutes. I wasn’t done yet. I took his cock back into my mouth and sucked, allowing my teeth to graze his shaft. When he started pumping, I stopped and went back to licking him.

My fingers clinched his butt cheeks. I moistened one of my fingers, then gently worked it around until it rested at his puckered entrance. Once again, I kissed his balls, taking each into my mouth.

His moans filled the room.

I used my feet to get him to open his legs more and started to lick and suck my way back to the area right behind his balls.

“Oh, God!” His body was rocking.

I slowly worked my finger into his nether region and took his dick back into my mouth and began sucking in earnest.

“Oh shit!”

My head bobbed up and down as I sucked on him, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth.

“It’s coming babe, pull it out!”

I held tighter and had his dick at the back of my throat. It had slid down deeper by the time he shot off.

He muttered and pounded into my face. He clutched my head, his fingers grabbed at my hair.

I never understood a word he said as he mumbled.

He was breathing heavily. When he finished and gazed down at me, the look on his face was worth it all. It was a mixture of love, adoration, and perhaps wonder at what I did.

“That was so fucking good.” He pulled me to my feet and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth, as if he wanted to taste himself. He held me tight. “I love you, baby. I love you so much.”

It was going to be all right. “I love you too.” I didn’t mind that I didn’t get off. This was what I wanted.

“I don’t know where you learned to do that, but damn that was so good. I’m tingling all over.”

“It was for you. I did it for you.”

He pulled me closer and held me tight.

I felt his body tremble and heard him sigh.

We kissed for a while. He seemed reluctant to let me go. My insecurity vanished.

***

Being a good wife and neighbor, I paid a visit next door. Actually, I thought I was very eloquent when I told her to stop her shows or suffer the consequences. The bitch laughed in my face. Since I was raised properly, I didn’t deck her, not in her own house. But if I ever caught her on my property, she was going down.

Apparently I didn’t have to worry about that, because Roger seemed to have lost interest in her. After that blowjob, he was like a love-sick school boy and couldn’t get enough of me. Chalk one up for my team.

***

A few weeks later, I returned from a shopping trip with Sandy. This time, I crept into the house. I had overspent and needed to hide the evidence. I had bought several pieces of sexy lingerie to spice up our nights even more. Roger didn’t think they were necessary, but I did.

I was hiding everything in the guest bedroom closet when I heard water running. I paused and began to wonder where the sound was coming from. I decided to check. For whatever reason, I looked out the window into our backyard.

There was Roger washing his truck in the driveway. He was so handsome.

Then I spotted her. She was on the other side of our property line lying out in that damned bikini. Apparently, the woman had a death wish. At first, it seemed that Roger didn’t notice her. I guess she thought the same thing because she untied her top.

I saw Roger stop rubbing the hood of his truck. He looked at his watch and glanced back at the house, more specifically up to our bedroom window.

Boy, was I glad I was in the guest bedroom. I wanted to see what he would do.

Once again, he looked at his watch. He knew I wasn’t due back for another hour, and I’m sure he figured I’d be later than that.

Roger filled a bucket with water, sat it inside the truck bed, and climbed in with it.

A line to a nursery rhyme rambled through my mind, “Ahhh the better to see you, my dear.” If he was planning on ogling her from his truck, he might be going down too.

I got comfortable. There was no way in hell I was going to miss this.

The tramp sat up and watched him. Shocked, I couldn’t believe it when he removed his top shirt, and was wearing a muscle shirt. Except he wasn’t even looking at her.

Now I was stunned, or perhaps confused is a better word. What was he doing?

He scrubbed the top of the cab of the truck. His arm muscles rippled and were soon glistening from sweat in the warm sun. He was making me horny.

Not to be outdone, the slut squirted suntan lotion over her legs and rubbed.

Roger never missed a beat, seemingly oblivious to her presence, that is until he stepped in the bucket of water.

She rubbed her shoulders.

Roger scrubbed the frame of the cab. When he tried to remove his foot from the bucket, he knocked it over, and water ran everywhere.

I snickered.

He kicked off his shoes.

She removed her top.

He removed his muscle shirt and slipped on the soapy water on the truck bed.

I hung onto the window’s wooden frame, not sure if I wanted to giggle or sigh. He was so good looking.

She rubbed lotion on the palm of her hand and played with her nipples.

He wrung out the sponge and flexed his biceps.

I was drooling.

She untied her bottoms.

He unbuckled his belt.

My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t have moved from that spot if my life depended on it.

She got on her knees.

He opened the top button of his jeans and lowered the zipper.

One tug on the flimsy material, and she was naked.

He stepped out of his jeans and was in Speedos.

My legs were weak as I eyed his bulge.

She rubbed lotion on her thighs, very slowly, back and forth, back and forth.

He scrubbed the top of the cab, losing his balance twice and cracking his elbow.

She opened her legs and gave a full view of her pussy.

The sponge sailed off the cab and landed on the ground with a plop.

She grinned at him and licked her lips.

He froze.

I gripped the window sash.

Her fingers went between her legs and pumped. She withdrew them and then put them in her mouth.

He fell and bumped his head.

Anger took over, and I ran out of the room.

In seconds, I was outside, hooking up the power washer. That bitch needed cooling off.

***

I’m not really sure what happened after that. I only remember bits and pieces. I know I squirted her, and the water shot out so fast, it knocked her backwards. She started calling me filthy names. I told her to say that to my face and not from the other side of the fence.

It wasn't my fault the stupid woman stomped onto my property and got in my face. The moment she grabbed my hair, I dropped her like a bag of dirt. It was easy. She was nothing but a piece of fluff. With three older brothers, a girl learns how to fight dirty or she doesn’t survive. I fight dirty.

Roger told me later that I had latched onto her hair so tightly he couldn’t pry my fingers open. He had to shout for help, and Bert, one of the neighborhood men, pitched in. It’s not like Bert would have minded wrapping his arms around a naked woman.

Anyway, Bert grabbed the tramp around her waist, and Roger pulled on me. But the two men couldn’t break my hold. So, Roger used the power washer on us. I got a big bruise when I got knocked down by the force of the water. Roger felt so bad for hurting me, that he never said a word about all the money I spent that day.

***

The date on the restraining order has expired, not that it matters. The hussy moved away. At least I proved I could take her. I never did call her by her actual name, unless it really was bitching whore.

Roger and I were surprised to find out that several complaints had been lodged against her. It turned out that my husband wasn’t her only victim. The day she put on her strip show, police officers had been dispatched to give her a verbal warning and if necessary charge her with indecent exposure. There were a lot of witnesses who came forward. Some of the other wives who had not been as brave as I was spoke up that day—loud and clear.

The floozy wanted me charged with assault but settled for the restraining order. Bitching whore.

Anyway, we have new neighbors, a really nice couple.

***

Once again, I was gathering up clothes for washing when I entered our bedroom to find Roger staring out the window.

“Honey, are you looking at the neighbors?” I asked.

“Yes, but it’s not the same.”

I giggled. “Well, sweetheart, Steve and George are very nice men. Don’t stare at them.”

“It’s not the same. I don’t care what color bikini Steve wears. It's not the same.”

I fought hard not to laugh at his pain. “How about a towel dance?”

Roger turned to look at me and got the biggest grin. He was so adorable.

I perched on the bed, propped my elbow on the windowsill, and rested my chin on my hand, gazing out. Steve didn’t look so bad in a bikini. “Oh, honey, I prefer you in a blue towel. Let me know when you’re ready to dance.” I smiled as he stomped out of the room. Roger was adorable when his beautiful sweet cock waggled out from beneath the towel and I loved his dance.

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