Mia adjusted the hem of her short leather skirt as she walked towards her neighbor's house, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the upscale neighborhood. Her parents had insisted she dress elegantly, and she had complied, though she felt a bit overdressed for a simple barbecue. The outfit they had chosen for her—a short leather skirt, a belly-free necklace top, and matching hold-up stockings—made her feel both sexy and a bit exposed. She had imagined her neighbor to be young and handsome, but the reality was quite different. Mr. Thompson, her neighbor, was about 55, with a receding hairline and a slightly paunchy belly. Still, there was something about him that was charming, and she found herself intrigued.
As she approached the house, she couldn't help but be impressed by the grandeur of it all. The pool was a sparkling oasis, surrounded by lush greenery and expensive patio furniture. Cars that cost more than her parents' house were parked neatly in the driveway. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the evening ahead.
Mr. Thompson greeted her at the door, a warm smile on his face. "Mia, welcome! Your parents told me they'd be a bit late, so I hope you don't mind keeping me company until they arrive."
"Of course not," Mia replied, returning his smile. She followed him to the patio, where a bottle of wine and two glasses were already set up on a small table. The sun was beginning to set, casting a romantic glow over the pool.
They started with small talk, discussing the neighborhood, the weather, and the upcoming local events. Mia found herself relaxing as she sipped her wine, the alcohol warming her body and loosening her inhibitions. She noticed the way Mr. Thompson's eyes lingered on her legs, exposed by the short skirt, and she felt a thrill of excitement. She had never felt so desired before, and it was intoxicating.
As the conversation flowed, Mia found herself leaning closer to Mr. Thompson, her hand lightly brushing against his arm. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and it made her pulse quicken. She was wearing a thong under her skirt, and she could feel herself getting wet as the erotic tension between them grew.
Mr. Thompson's hand found its way to her thigh, his fingers tracing slow circles on her skin. "You're so beautiful, Mia," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I can't believe your parents let you out of the house looking like this."
Mia giggled, feeling a rush of power. "I think they wanted to make a good impression," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel his cock hardening under his pants, and it made her even more aroused.
She shifted in her seat, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing more of her stocking-clad legs. She could see the desire in Mr. Thompson's eyes, and it made her feel bold. She reached out, her hand resting on his thigh, dangerously close to his growing erection.
"You're making me very hard, Mia," Mr. Thompson admitted, his voice strained. "I don't think I can wait much longer."
Mia bit her lip, feeling a rush of excitement. She had never been with an older man before, and the thought of it was incredibly arousing. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "What do you want to do?" she whispered.
Mr. Thompson's hand moved to her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple through the thin fabric of her top. "I want to taste you," he growled. "I want to make you come so hard you forget your own name."
Mia moaned softly, her body aching with need. She could feel his cock pressing against her hand, and she couldn't resist the urge to touch it. She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of his erection through his pants.
Just as things were about to escalate further, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway broke the spell. Mia quickly pulled away, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the frustration in Mr. Thompson's eyes, but she knew they couldn't risk being caught.
Her parents arrived, laughing and chatting, completely oblivious to the tension that had been building between Mia and Mr. Thompson. The evening continued with the barbecue, but Mia found it hard to focus. All she could think about was the way Mr. Thompson had touched her, the way his hands had made her feel.
As the night wore on, Mia found herself stealing glances at Mr. Thompson, her mind racing with thoughts of what could have been. She knew she would never forget this evening, and she couldn't wait to see where this newfound desire would take her.
The story ends with Mia and Mr. Thompson exchanging a knowing look, a promise of more to come. The erotic tension between them was palpable, and it was clear that this was only the beginning of their forbidden affair. Mia's parents, blissfully unaware, continued to enjoy their evening, while Mia and Mr. Thompson were already planning their next encounter, their minds filled with the promise of pleasure and passion.