The Barbeque

     It seemed that every man on the block, regardless of age, stopped to watch the sleek sports car pulling up behind the moving van. The rambling house at 1807 Renaissance in the upscale area of Mordent had stood vacant at the apex of the crescent for over three months and the affluent residents were glad it had finally been sold. They had heard reports that a single woman in her thirties had purchased it and now, as the Jaguar convertible came to a stop behind the van, the men were able to get a glimpse of their new neighbor. Her movements were deliberate as she stepped from behind the steering wheel and one could hear a collective "wow", from a chorus of male voices as they looked over this stunning young woman. She was somewhere around five feet eight inches, weighted about 110 pounds and had the most exquisite figure any of these men had seen in years, if they had seen such a sight ever.

     She scanned the neighborhood but acknowledged no one. Turning her attention towards the moving men, she began directing them with the command of a general. She opened her front double doors and disappeared inside her house not to be seen until much later in the day pulling her car into her garage. A few men gawked as the garage door slowly closed behind her. Over the next two weeks no one on the block saw any activity although someone thought they heard her leave very early in the morning and return very late at night. She was not even seen on the weekend.

     "Who is this mystery woman Steve?" Bill asked of the man who lived closest to the woman.

     Steve, a "dot com" entrepreneur who had made it big online, spent most of his time working from home and, apart from being her neighbor, would have the best opportunity to meet the woman. "I have no idea Bill. I went over to introduce myself a couple of days after she moved in and was politely told that she had no interest in building a relationship with the neighbors and was too busy to socialize. She didn't tell me her name and although she wasn't unpleasant she was definitely abrupt. She thanked me for the sentiment and shut the door on my face. Your guess is as good as mine."

     Although the buzz within the neighborhood continued, less attention focused on the large house that essentially stood alone in privacy at the crest of the road. A couple of weeks had passed when, one day as he retrieved his mail, found an envelope that simply said "Steve" printed by hand. Intrigued, he opened the letter and read, "Dear Steve, I am sorry that I was not as civil as I should have been when you introduced yourself. The strain of business had me preoccupied which I know is not an excuse. Anyway, I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner tomorrow evening at eight. I was going to barbeque in the back yard. I understand if you prefer not to but please accept my apologies." It was simply signed Cara.

     As a confirmed bachelor, Steve decided that it could be a good opportunity to get to know the stunning woman and he made plans to go. Although he did have to cancel one meeting, he thought it was worth it.

     The day had been particularly hot so Steve wore his shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt so he would not roast along with the barbeque. He knocked on Cara's side door at the prescribed time and waited for the door to be opened. Standing before him, she was dressed in a tailored sun dress and had the look of a model preparing to take a walk down the runway. "I feel under dressed," Steve commented. "Don't be silly! I just got home from the office. I am running a bit late, would you like to help me?" she asked as she accepted the bottle of Merlot from her guest as he entered her house. "Sure, no problem!" Steve responded. In the back of his mind he hoped she meant helping her to change.

     The evening went well although Steve would have loved to get physical with Cara. They hit it off immediately and each one felt the magnetism of the other. And yet, there existed a level of reluctance on Cara's part to get close to Steve. At the end of the evening, Cara leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek and thanked him. "Why are you thanking me?" Steve questioned. "Most guys I meet turn the conversation pretty quickly into sex and how beautiful I am and how they would love to sleep with me," Cara countered. "You didn't! We just had a great time with good conversation mixed with your acerbic wit and I really appreciate that. Maybe we can do it again?"

     "Sure," Steve replied as he shook her hand. "I am busy for the next few days but if you are up for it, why don't we plan on getting together once a week. Next time you can come over to my place. I have my pool indoors so if you want to go for a private swim you are welcome to bring your bathing suit over and we can do a barbeque off the patio."

     The following week, Cara knocked on Steve's door for their planned weekly get-together. "Take a look around if you like," Steve directed while he finished dinner. He was in the habit of locking his office door so he did not worry about her seeing anything of a confidential nature. Since it had been raining all day, Steve decided to serve a more formal meal and when he had plated the dinners, he carried them into the dining room and announced "dinner is served". As they ate, their conversation turned to business and relaxation.

     "I see you have a number of cameras," Cara purred. "Are you a professional photographer?"

     "No," Steve responded. "I just like taking pictures of nature and wildlife. Are you in to photography?"

     Cara seemed uncomfortable at the question but answered saying, "Not really! I thought at one point in my teens I would like to be a model but I was more interested in business than flashing a smile."

     Steve's reply was measured and calculated so as not to offend her when he remarked, "It is the modeling world's loss Cara."

     Cara smiled at his sensitivity then, after some thought said, "I wouldn't mind playing for the camera sometimes. I guess I should have gotten it out of my system. "Well," said Steve, "I am definitely not a professional but if you want me to take some shots I will be happy to do it. I can do it digitally or on actual film. Whatever you like and whenever you like." Cara looked at him trying to figure out if he was just trying to get her clothes off but she could not figure this guy out. He was not pushy but she could tell that he was very focused and aggressive and she could see no ulterior motives in his comment. Steve, on the other hand, wondered what this beauty was playing at. She would be flirtatious one minutes and the next you would think she was someone's great aunt who thumped a bible whenever she could. He was not expecting her to actually follow through.

     She surprised him by asking, "Can you take some now? If it works out, I can get into some different and maybe more glamorous clothes and we could do more. I could pay you if you like!" Steve laughed at the suggestion of payment saying it was just a hobby. The two rose from the table and went into his den, where Steve picked up his digital camera. Cara was stiff as she struck various poses and Steve told her to relax. The more he snapped, the more, however, Cara began to enjoy her impromptu photo shoot. Before long she was striking poses that would be the envy of any model. After suggesting that they take some beside Steve's indoor pool, he grabbed his larger film camera and followed her tight little ass as she made her way to the pool house. The more Steve clicked, the more Cara relaxed and loosened up. As Steve looked trough the viewfinder, he could not believe that Cara had begun to undo the buttons of her light silky shirt. Before long, he was snapping pictures of her dressed only in her lacy demi bra and matching Tonga shorts that served only to heighten his erection. He zoomed in for some close-ups and as he pointed the lens at her groin, he could see a definitely wet mark emanating from her crotch. "Fuck it," he thought then aloud suggested, "Why not just get naked?"

     "Good idea," she giggled like a school girl and proceeded to remove her underwear to expose one of the most sensational bodies he had ever seen and his loud low gasp reinforced her beauty. He initially continued to snap off pictures of this amazing beauty but, as he got close to her, she took the camera from his hand and whispered, "It isn't fair that I am the only one naked here!" With that, Cara began to help Steve from his clothes until they both stood at poolside naked and horny.

     Cara reached forward to touch his hard cock at about the time when Steve was reaching out to touch her lovely round tit. "I want you," he said his voice raspy from desire. "Not here," her voice shook with anticipation and arousal. Without another word, Steve took her hand and led her through the house to the stairs leading to the master bedroom. He followed her firm round and very naked bum into the room with the king sized bed and watched as she turned to sit on the edge. Steve approached her and without a word, Cara reached forward and took his hard cock in her tiny hand, leaned forward and placed a light breathy kiss on the spongy head of his fuck tool. Then, wasting no time, she opened her mouth and encased his hard shaft in her lips.

-Continued-

by DCS O'Malley

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