Neighbours - the new house (1)

Emile drinks his beer slowly. It is a hot Saturday morning. He had to do some shopping and the shops are very busy. He decided to have lunch in town. As he waits for his order, he looks around the room. His eyes stopped at a woman at the table in front of him. She is alone, having an ice cream. His gaze froze on her. The way she ate her ice cream send shivers down his back. She was in a world of her own, totally absorbed in the ice cream, eating it bit by bit with her spoon, licking the spoon after every bite, rolling it round in her mouth. Slowly she scooped up the next spoonful and let it drip on her tongue before she licked it off. Emile could not take his eyes off her. His gaze followed every spoonful of ice cream, from the cup to the tip of her pink tongue. He almost felt the sensation of the cold ice cream on her hot tongue. Then she looked up and saw him staring. She smiled at him as he felt the colour rise to his cheeks. Goodness, he has been caught staring at her! What must she think of him?

He smiled back and looked down. He tried to look away, but his gaze went back to her. Slowly, she finished the ice cream, got up and with a quick smile at him, she turned around and left the room with swaying hips. He followed her till she disappeared outside. Somehow she seemed familiar to him, but he could not remember where he had seen her before. He finished his lunch, paid and went home. The lady with the ice cream haunted his thoughts. Even in his car, he still remembered her. The simple act of eating ice cream was so seductive even erotic, that he cannot get the image out of his head. Where had he seen her before?

As he neared his home, he saw a car in front of the neighbour’s gate. As he passed, he saw a woman inside, waiting for the gate to open. It was the same woman in the restaurant! He recognised her immediately. She did not see him. So that woman is his neighbour. In the three weeks he lived in his new home, he has not seen the neighbours once. There is a wall around their house and it is very quiet. The agent told him that it was a woman, but that she was not home much. He parked his car and got out. After he put away his shopping, he went to his study. There were still a few things that needed to be done.

His thoughts kept going back to his neighbour. He could not concentrate on his work. He has heard her soft voice before. She always spoke to her pets, but since he could not see her, he never paid much attention to it. Now the face he saw and the voice he heard made him curious. He got up and went outside, but everything was quiet and the wall too high for him to see. He decided to go back inside. It is silly for a man of 52, to behave like a teenager any way.

A friend called him, just as he entered the house. He invited him over for tennis and drinks and Emile decided that it would be good to get away from the house, clear his head and forget about the neighbour. They played a hard game and he enjoyed it very much.

It was after dark when he got home again, tired and hot. He went straight to his room. He had dinner with his friends, it was hot and he was tired. He took a shower and with the towel, draped round him, he took out a cold beer and went to sit on the balcony of his bedroom.

Everything was quiet. He was just enjoying his beer, when he heard splashing noises. He looked up en then realised that he could see inside the neighbour’s yard. He never noticed it before. She was swimming in her pool. He watched her swim up and down a few times and then she started to get out of the pool. The next minute, Emile sat up straight. He could not believe his eyes! She was completely naked! The moonlight was just enough for him to see the shapes of her breasts and the curves of her body. She dried herself and he thought her hands lingered just a little longer on her breasts as she did that. Then she walked into the house. His eyes followed her while she walked; swaying her hips and caressing her breasts as she walked, then she disappeared inside. He was disappointed. As he slowly let out his breath, he realised that he was so absorbed in the scene below; he never noticed the erection he got from watching the girl. Amazed at this, he touched his erect penis and stroked it. He can’t remember when last he did that. It felt so good. At least the feelings are still there, he smiled to himself as he finished his beer and went to bed too.

The dreams he had that night, was anything but calm and soothing.