Adam's Story

Birthdays! Normally I really don't mind them, but this next one is going to be the pits! The next one is going to be one of the birthdays which have a zero at the end of it. This is the one I've really been dreading, this it the birthday that makes me 60! Even the sound of it seems old. Every time I drive, the speed limit signs keep reminding me, 60 ... 60 ... 60! It's not that I feel old; it's just that when other people hear that number, they think old! I am really trying not to let this all get to me, but I do find that I have periods of depression if I reflect on it too long. And when I am feeling badly, I do what makes me feel better; I go for a walk on the beach.

I live on the coast of Oregon and because I have had a fair amount of luck in the business world, I am now able to enjoy myself. I have to drive up to Portland a few times a month to take care of business affairs, but most of the time I am out here living on the beach. I have two dogs that also love the beach and we do spend a lot of time walking or running down the beach.

I have spent enough time here now that many of the seagulls know me. Normally I don't tell people that I communicate with the seagulls as people then think I am a bit strange. Well, I guess most people would think I am strange, but for other reasons, but when you tell folks that you speak seagull and that the gull's communicant back with me, it tends to frighten them. The reason I know I can communicate with the gulls is they seem to know when something washes up on the beach I would find of interest. When I start my walks on the beach, if the gulls have found something, they will come and either run in front of me making screeching sounds, or other noises, until I start to follow them.

I had a flock of them lead me down the beach one day; much farther then I had ever walked before, where I found a large pleasure boat had been washed up on the shore from the big storm the night before. When I climbed aboard, I found two people who had been hurt by the freak storm and were unable to move. I was able to contact the Coast Guard who flew a chopper in and air lifted both of them to a hospital. Since the boat was located in a very deserted area of the coast, and a long way from my house, the Coast Guard wanted to know how I found the boat. Needless to say, I lied and told them one of my dogs got lost and as I was searching for it, I found the boat. I didn't think I needed to tell explain to them the seagulls took me there!

A couple of days ago my closest neighbors moved away. He was an artist and she was a writer. They have lived in the old house for several years but their children live back on the Eastern side of the country and they wanted to be closer to them. I really hated to see them leave. We had become really good friends over the years. I have several of his paintings in my house and she had written a really neat book one time and had used me as one of her characters. I know that I am really going to miss them a lot. They told me that the house was sold and that a very nice young woman has purchased it. I found it odd that a young person would want to live out here. There is not a lot of night life here ... actually there is none. I have a satellite for the television and because of the frequent power outages; I have a large power generator to keep the fridge and the freezer running. Needless to say, my place is rather remote all things considered.

The next day was moving day for the house next door and I watched the van pull up. A short time later a car arrived and I watched as a young lady started giving directions to the moving people. I considered going over and introducing myself, but I thought that she was going to be very busy and I would have plenty of time later for introductions. Later as I was getting ready to take my run down the beach with the dogs, I saw here standing out in her front yard staring out at the sea. The breeze was blowing her hair and her clothing was molded against her body, showing me what a lovely figure she had. I stood and watched her for a moment, thinking about what a lovely sight she made, how sensual the moment was. Her breasts were full and lovely and her skirt was pressed tight enough against her pubic area that I could see her entire body in complete relief. It was a stunning picture.

I finally shook myself and laughed. Here I was, just a few days from 60 and I was standing there drooling over a woman that had to be young enough to be my daughter. If she had seen me, she probably would have though me quite the pervert. Some people would think that anyway, considering my life style and some of my beliefs, but I really did not want this lovely young woman to fear her neighbor as some sort of a pervert.

As I turned to get the dogs, I noticed the young lady raise her hand and wave at me. I was very embarrassed that she had caught me staring at her. As the dogs and I took off down the beach, my thoughts wandered back to my new next door neighbor. I had not had a really good chance to look at her face, but the body ... well, the body was wonderful. Suddenly my thoughts snapped back to reality and I remembered just how old I was. "You old fool," I thought, "that child is young enough to be your daughter. She is not going to be interested in some old fart like you. Now get your mind out of the gutter!" I still noticed as I ran with the dogs, my mind kept returning to the lovely vision of her standing in the wind. It really had been a very erotic sight.

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Amber's Story

Amber could not believe her good fortune to have found this house on the for sale market. It was so much more than she could have ever hoped for and as she stood out in her new front yard and just enjoyed the view of the ocean spreading out before her, Amber couldn't help but ponder all the changes of direction that her life had taken in the last couple years that had brought her to Oregon and to this wonderful new house.

At 30, some would say that she should be settled down and not looking for any kind of "new" things, but for her the choice to still be searching for something was in many ways her own decision and in other ways had been taken out of her hands. She felt that she had honestly attempted to be the settled down person that everyone believed she should be. But the fact of the matter was; she did feel that something was missing in her life and there was no way she could find it back home.

She had grown up in a small town off the coast of Georgia, and had married a man from the small town as well. She reminisced how they had been happy for a while, and that she felt her life had been heading in the "right" direction for herself, but then those little "lovers quarrels" began to last a lot longer. She could no longer deny her need to maybe let go of her home town and live life in a new way and a new place.

She told her husband what she wanted and he laughed at her, stating that "he would never leave home" and eventually she gave up the idea of her moving to a new place. Even when the arguments became more heated, she still figured they were stuck together. No one ever gets a divorce in a small town because then your "dirty laundry" is hung out for the entire world to see.

Their arguments were silly in hindsight, and even Amber was able to realize it. Often it was due to something lame (house wasn't clean enough, that she didn't have sex as much as he wanted, or any other small thing like that) and no matter how much she seemed to try to make things right, it always ended up going wrong. She finally confessed to him that she wanted a divorce, small town life or not, she wanted out of the town, and if need be out of the marriage.

He didn't mind, and told her without a moment's hesitation that it was fine with him, they would sell the house and split the money and then the two of them would be free of each other. It was later that Amber heard through the small town gossip he had been having an open affair for the past 5 months and he wanted a quick end to the marriage to pursue an open relationship with the other woman. Not only that, they were moving to the town where she grew up in North Carolina.

With the divorce and the sale of her home in Georgia, Amber closed her eyes and spun a world globe, to pick where she would move to if it was possible. Where ever the spinning globe stopped and her finger landed, short of out of the United States, she would see if there was a reasonable chance of moving there. Oregon was on the fourth spin and she jumped on the Internet to see what she could find out about it. Soon after, she contacted a realtor to see what kind of housing was available she could afford on her half of the sale.

Sure that the people back home thought she was crazy for doing so; she then took a plane heading west, and shortly after, managed to find a realtor whom had listed a house on the Oregon Coast. The people who owned it previously seemed rather saddened to be leaving it behind, but due to family issues they really felt they needed to move east.

The one time Amber met them, an accidental meeting at the realtor's office, they had assured her that she would be happy living there, "as long as she didn't mind being out by yourself." Amber assured them that it was not an issue for her.

They had spoken highly of the house, and could tell her what repairs they had made to it since they had purchased it. They also spoke highly of different restaurants located within a "reasonable" distance and of the few neighbors they had there. One neighbor was mentioned most often though and they assured her that if she ever needed anything, he would be more than happy to be of assistance.

So, Amber applied at the bank for a loan to cover the cost of the house she didn't have the cash for. They were willing, due to her credit history, the fact she had bought a car and had a good record, being her only help with getting a loan that she felt she could manage.

Now standing in her own yard, looking out at the ocean view, feeling the breeze molding the soft clothing against her body, she felt that at last she was free to do as she wanted to do. Free to explore her self in all the ways she had before only dreamed of doing.

The silence around her, as well as the thoughts she was having, were ended abruptly by the sound of a screen door slamming closed and Amber jumped slightly turning to find out where the noise had come from.

It was the next door neighbor, a man standing on his porch with his dogs. He was looking at the door as if wondering why it had made so much noise and then he turned to look in her direction. She guessed that he was in his mid 50's and wondered if this was the neighbor that the seller had spoke so highly of.

From a distance, he seemed to have what she considered a friendly face and she looked forward to maybe getting to know him a little bit. She also took note of the fact that though he seemed much older than her self, from this distance, he still retained the rugged good looks that he had probably had when he was younger and some how felt sure that she wouldn't be disappointed when she saw him up close either.

She felt odd standing there staring at him and so she raised her hand to wave.

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Adam's Story

Weeks passed, I would see my new neighbor fairly often and I kept meaning to get over and introduce myself. Actually, I didn't really trust myself. That first day's vision of her standing in the wind was burned in my memory and I didn't want to upset her.

It was a Tuesday, I remembered because I needed to get to Portland that day. I was half dressed and I heard my two dogs barking and running through the house. They would bark once in a while, but not like this. Finally I had to see what was causing all the fuss. I opened up the back door and there was a strange dog in the middle of my garden. I have no idea what the dog was looking for, but it had dug up a fair amount of the flowers on one side and I shouted at it to go away. It tuned and looked back at me and kept digging. Just as I got to the garden, a movement to my side caught my attention and when I looked, there was the young lady from next door. She was red in the face and she started to shout at the dog. Finally she got the dog under control and as she pulled it past me, she looked up at me and panted, "I am so sorry. I just got the dog a few days ago and I am so sorry. Oh God, your garden is so ... I am so sorry ... Please ..." I held up my hands and shook my head.

"It's OK! Really! I have dogs and I know that you can't always control them. It really is OK!"

"But your garden ..."

"It can all be fixed. Now please stop ...it is OK!"

"But I am so embarrassed ... this was not how I wanted us to meet."

"Well, I guess I could say the same ... I keep meaning to come over and introduce myself but I never seem to get around to it."

"I'm the new person here, I should have come over. Anyway, my name is Amber. Amber Wish. Not my real name ... it was just after the divorce ... I wanted a new last name." I got the feeling that she could not believe she was telling me all of this.

I smiled at her as I extended my hand. "My name is Adam. Adam MacGregor."

Amber took my hand in hers and I noticed that my hand totally engulfed hers. It was warm and I liked the way her hand fit into mine. "I am pleased to meet you Mr. MacGregor."

My smile faded a bit as I replied, "Adam ... please call me Adam. I have been feeling a bit old lately and being called Mr. MacGregor really makes me feel over the hill."

"Adam, you are not old ... I have seen you running with your dogs on the beach. Do not call yourself old ... please?" The last sentence came out as a question.

"OK ... look, I have to drive up to Portland today. How about you make it up to me about your dog tearing up my garden by coming over tomorrow evening and share a glass of wine and perhaps a bite to eat?"

"Adam, it is I who should have you over for wine and dinner, but since you asked first ... what time?"

"Tomorrow at 6!"

"I'll be there."

All the way to Portland, I had a big grin on my face. I was actually embarrassed with some of the thoughts I was having about my lovely neighbor, but I had to admit, she really was lovely to look at ... and then there was that body! Oh yes ... I still remembered the wind swept day when I first saw her standing in her front yard.

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I prepared a couple of my favorite dishes. I had gone through my small wine cellar and selected what I thought would be a good wine to have with dinner. I made sure that the house was cleaned since I did not want Amber to think I was a poor housekeeper. At the appointed hour, there was a knock at the front door. Since I wanted the evening to be dog free, I had locked the dogs in the garage out back of the house. When I opened the door, I was stunned by her appearance. Amber was wearing a dress that molded itself to her as if the wind was pushing against it. Her nipples were hard and visible from the walk from her house to mine. After a moment, I realized that I was just standing there gawking at this lovely young woman standing in my door way. I quickly stepped back and invited her in.

The evening went well. Amber enjoyed the wine so much that I pulled another one from my stock. Several times during dinner she complimented me on his skills as a cook. She asked me if I had ever been married and I told her of the lingering illness that my wife had endured and of her passing. I noticed that Amber quickly glossed over her marriage. She did tell me how she had found out that he was having an affair with a woman in their small town and after she found that out, she understood why they had had sex even less then at the start of their marriage. As she told me about the small Georgia town she had left, I felt that she was finding it easy to talk and share these parts of her life with me. I asked her if she missed home and she told me occasionally. For the most part however, she was happy to be gone and she really liked living by the ocean.

She went on to explain that back in Georgia she had always wanted something different. Amber told me that it really had frustrated her; she kept telling husband that she wanted to experience new things; she kept telling him she wanted to grow. I asked her if she could explain exactly what she meant by grow. She blushed slightly and replied, "I felt stifled back home. I wanted to see more and experience more. Part of it was I was tired of just having sex a couple of times a week and that was done just as fast as we could do it." Amber turned even redder, "I can not believe that I just told you that. It has to be all the wine. And I can see that I need to go home now! God only knows what I'll tell you next." We both laughed. I stood and extended my hand to help her out of her chair and as she stood, she seemed to stumble and fall against me. I didn't know if it was on purpose or if she was just unsteady because of the wine. I held her for a moment and then let her go. "Come on," I told her, "I'll walk you home to make sure you get there safely."

We walked hand in hand to her house and at her front door, she looked up at me. "Thank you for a lovely evening. I had a great time and you really are a wonderful cook."

"Does this mean you would do it again?

"You bet."

As I walked back home, I found myself humming. I couldn't remember the last time I had hummed to myself. And then it hit me ... "you old fool, she is young enough to be your daughter!"

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Amber's Story

"I can't believe I told him all that stuff." Amber said out loud to her house in general after she closed the door after saying a final "Good night" to Adam. "I will have to apologize to him for discussing things like that. Lest he think I am some easy woman trying to throw myself at him." she said as she continued her conversation with the room.

Rogue, the new flower garden destroying dog she had acquired, finally interrupted her one sided rant. Upon hearing her voice and realizing his friendly person had returned home, he came over and demanded she pet him for a while, as well as take him out for a late night walk.

Amber had to chuckle at his enthusiasm as Rogue wagged his tail and danced around her legs. "Well at least you are not concerned about the things that I probably shouldn't have said." She told Rogue as she led him out of the house.

She waited on him to do his doggie things and then called for Rogue to come back inside. For a moment she had forgotten about the things she had admitted to Adam as she watched over Rogue, but now back inside and stripping off her dress, she wondering slightly why she had chosen to wear that dress for dinner with her neighbor anyway, and she continued to prepare herself for bed.

The last thing she thought as she drifted off to sleep was of Adam and the things she had confessed, and almost confessed, to him during the wonderful dinner he had prepared. She wondered if one day soon she should invite him over for dinner as well.

She awoke later, not by a noise or anything that simple, but due to a slight ache inside her breasts and her hands lying over top of them, pinching the nipples slightly. She also had a slight ache in her stomach and she knew it was due to rising arousal.

It took a few moments, but soon she remembered what it was she had been dreaming of when she awoke, and her face turned an unappealing shade of pink and she removed her hands from her breasts as if she had been doing something shameful. In fact, she was only shocked and not sure really how to continue on with her wandering hands. She couldn't remember all the details leading up to it; she just knew it had been explicit. She did remember that she had been lying on the bed and her hands had been tied, tightly but not uncomfortably, above her head; one of the things she had always desired to have done. She also recalled there had been a man tweaking and teasing her nipples. Amber didn't see the man who had tied her at first, but just before she woke up, it was Adam's face she saw standing over her and it was his fingers pinching and tugging on her nipples.
"Oh God," she thought, "He would surely think me some kind of weirdo if he knew I was dreaming of him doing those kind of things to me. He probably wouldn't like it that I was fantasizing about him at all ... much less including bondage in with my fantasy." That thought was quickly followed by her trying to figure out how this seemly sweet man who was so much older than herself had ended up being in her dreams after only meeting him in the first place.

As she drifted back to sleep Amber even considered trying to avoid him so she wouldn't end up embarrassing herself further by acting like some sex starved woman. But when she woke up again with the early morning sun shining through her bedroom window, she knew without a doubt that she did want to see Adam again and talk to him more.

While she showered and dressed, she thought of how she should go about getting to talk with him again. Amber wondered if she would only have more to blush about if the next time she were to take the next step and maybe invite him over for a dinner. As she mulled this over, she tried to put her memory of the dream behind her, and tried to convince herself as well that she didn't find Adam the least bit attractive.

A few days later after Amber had successfully managed to avoid any run ins with Adam, he seemed not to be around; not that she had been looking for him she assured herself on several occasions when she found herself wondering where he was, and why she hadn't seen him outside. She didn't want to admit to herself she was somewhat disappointed he had seemingly disappeared from sight.

It was on the fourth day after their dinner when fate finally reared its head and intervened. She had just gotten home from a small trip down to the beach, to take in the sight of it and feel the sea breeze on her face, as well as let the still cool water tickle her toes, when she saw Adam's truck parked in front of the house.

Amber rushed into the house, refusing to completely admit to herself she didn't want Adam to witness her dressed in her baggy sweat pants and tee shirt, but she seemed unable to come up with any other reason. She also tried to blame it on the fact that she was in a rush to get ready to go into town for a while, even if she wasn't due to head that way until later in the afternoon.

She was greeted by Rogue as she entered the house and she told him that he could go outside to do his doggy business after she was dressed. Rogue wasn't willing to be put off, and kept jumping up on the door, scratching at it until she finally broke down and decided he could go out.

"You best not get into trouble, I'm just going to let you out for one minute while I slip on something besides baggy sweats and then I will be out there. Just stay in this yard!" she told him as he trotted out the door after she opened it. Amber then trotted herself towards the bedroom kicking off her shoes, stripping off her sweat pants as she went. Amber was standing looking into her closet for a pair of pants when she heard the screen door slam next door, followed by Rogue barking excitedly. "Oh no" she said aloud and without thought to the fact that she was wearing only a tee shirt that hung down to mid thigh, and a pair of panties underneath, she rushed out of her room and out the front door to see what Rogue had gotten into now.

She was half way across the yard when she saw Rogue wasn't getting himself into trouble; instead he was playing with Adam and his dogs. Amber considered her lack of clothes, and how desperate she had been to get outside to see what was going on, and it caused her to turn a hot shade of pink. She would have turned and headed back into the house and just hope she hadn't been seen by Adam, but that wasn't meant to be. Rogue chose that moment to see her and ran towards her, still barking excitedly, drawing Adam's eyes in her direction.

Amber quickly decided it would be rude to turn now and head back inside the house without saying anything to her neighbor, but there was a chance that her lack of clothing would make him wonder about her sanity considering the slight chill in the air. "What are you getting me into Rogue?" she questioned the dog as she slowly made her way towards Adam.

"I hope he wasn't causing you any trouble." She said to Adam as she got near enough for him to hear sp she didn't have to shout.

"No, not at all. Just with my being up in Portland the last couple days, and only coming home for a while at night, I figured they should get out and run for a while." He said nodding his head in the dogs' direction.

"Yeah, I noticed that you hadn't been home much lately. If you had said you were going to be gone quite a bit, I could have come over and let them out to run some." Amber said, trying to not look uncomfortable standing there talking in just her tee-shirt.


"Well I will keep that in mind. Thank you for the offer, but I didn't know I was going to be away. A business matter came up that I had to go and deal with. It has taken me a while to get it worked out."

"I hope it's about settled." Amber said just as a cool breeze blew up under her shirt. She could feel the air billowing out her shirt and the coolness of it causing her nipples to pucker slightly. She blushed at the thought of them showing once the breeze died out again. She decided she needed to get out of his view rather quickly. "I'm sorry, but I really need to go back to the house. I ... uh ... was getting dressed" she paused blushing again. "I have to go into Portland in a little while." She said by way of excuse for her appearance.

"No problem. I will be heading back there in a little while as well."

"Oh!" she began saying as the breeze died away, and she knew that her nipples were probably standing proud under her shirt. She just hoped that he would be unable to see them or not notice them at the very least. "Um, do you need me to let your dogs out when I get home?"

"No, I should be back here late tonight, and then I shouldn't have to go back."

"Oh ... okay. Well, I need to go get ready." She began blushing once again.

"What are you going to be doing later tonight? While your in town? Or will you be back home early?" Adam questioned as if not sensing her discomfort.

"I'm not sure how long I will be there. Why?"

"Well I don't like knowing you may be out driving around on these back roads late at night and alone. I was wondering if we could meet somewhere and I could follow you. A single woman out here and having car trouble or something ... sometimes it's hard to find someone to help."

Amber realized he was just trying to be sweet, knowing she didn't like the idea of driving late on these back roads alone either. She nodded her head stating. "That would be great. Thank you. Where would you like to meet? How about at the steak and chop house? It's the only place I know, and the only reason I know that is because the realtor said they had great food there." Amber questioned as another cool draft touched and tickled upon the backs of her legs, causing her nipples to harden even more with the chill.

"That works fine, I know where it is."

"Great, and maybe if you want, I will take you in to eat as a "thank you" for the great dinner you prepared the other night, and your willingness to get me home safe? For now though, I really must go get ready." she said, not waiting for his reply, unable to bear the thought of her nipples poking out at him through her shirt any longer, even if he didn't notice. "Come on Rogue." She called out, and looked back at Adam, "I will be there about Eight tonight." She said as she turned and headed back towards the house.

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Adam's Story

I had a lot to do in Portland so for the next few days I was gone. I came back at night to let the dogs run and I would always look over at Amber's place. It was funny, I knew that I was way too old for her, but the evening I had cooked her dinner was so pleasant and I had enjoyed it so much. I thought it was cute the way she got all flustered when she tried to talk about sexual things. If she only knew the extent of how kinky some people would consider me to be. But that was one area she was not going to learn about. She was way too young and a sweet southern girl like her did not need to be corrupted by the likes of me.

It was going to be another day in Portland, but I first wanted to let the dogs out some. I was feeling guilty that they had been so cooped up for the past few days. As I was letting them run, Amber's dog came running over to join in the fun. I thought I heard her call him "Rogue". I whistled for him and he came running over. As the dogs were romping through the yard, I glanced up and was surprised to see Amber headed towards me. All she had on was a tee-shirt and the breeze kept licking at the hem, lifting it up and giving me brief glimpses of an upper thigh and once I thought I saw panties.

"I hope that he wasn't causing you any trouble ..." I heard her call out as she walked over.

"No ... not at all. Just being up in Portland the last couple of day, and only coming home for a while at night, I figured they should get out and run for a while." The dogs and Rogue were having a great time chasing each other. I couldn't help but notice that Amber was getting uncomfortable standing there in just her tee-shirt.

"Yeah ...I noticed that you hadn't been home much lately." I wondered why she was noticing that I hadn't been around much. "If you had said you were going to be gone quite a bit, I could have come over and let them out to run some." The longer she stood there, the more uncomfortable I noticed she was getting. When she first came over, I wondered if she was braless because of the interesting way her breasts had moved under her shirt. Now I started to notice her nipples were waking up from the cool breeze that must have been flowing under her tee.

I replied, "Well, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for the offer, but I didn't know I was going to be away. A business matter came up and I had to go and deal with it. It has taken me longer to get it worked out." I found I was having a hard time not staring at her now much extended nipples.

"I hope it's about settled." At that moment another breeze came along and once more lifted the hem of her tee-shirt, giving me another glimpse of panties and thighs. I so much wanted to kid her about her outfit, and the neat show her breasts and the breeze was giving me, but I didn't want her to realize what a dirty old man I really am. I was also starting to be concerned that she might look down. I did not want her to see what the show with the breeze was providing me, and how it was starting to turn me on. I could feel that I was getting firm and I was afraid that if she saw that, our good neighborly relationship would be in the toilet.

She excused herself and told me that she had to get going. She too had to get up to Portland for the day. She asked me if I wanted her to let the dogs out this evening and I told her that I expected to be back. I really liked the size of her nipples poking out of her tee-shirt. The shirt was thin enough that I could even see the area around her nipples and I found myself wanting to pull up her shirt and suck on them. I quickly pulled my mind away from that thought. I was worried about getting an erection anyway and thoughts like that were not going to help.

I was concerned about her driving around after dark out here and I asked her what she was doing later this evening. Just last month, one of our neighbors came around a corner and hit a deer head on. The deer flipped up and came over the man's hood and crashed through the windshield. He was still in the hospital recovering. I did not want that to happen to Amber. I tired to keep my thoughts centered on her and not her rock hard nipples, but it seemed to be a losing battle. We made arrangement to meet at 8 PM at the local restaurant. I felt that she was embarrassed because of her brief outfit and I was positive that she had caught me looking at her hard protruding nipples. She called Rouge to come with her as she turned and then called back over her shoulder, "I will be there about 8 tonight!" I had to admit that I was excited in ways, and in ways I was worried. I was starting to get feelings for her that I didn't want to have. I know that I am way too old for her and I was worried that if she thought I was making a play for her, it would damage the nice neighborly thing we had going so far.

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She was a bit late but I wasn't too worried. I know that the drive back from Portland can be a bit tricky if there is much traffic. She looked great as she walked in and I noticed that several of the men in the restaurant turned and watched her walk by. I was very pleased when she stepped up and gave me a quick hug. I knew that there were a lot of very jealous men sitting in the restaurant wishing they were me.

We ordered and she told me about her day and then asked me if I had finished with my problems. I told her I was done and that my time was now mine again. After dinner, I followed her home and honked my horn at her as she turned into her drive. The dogs were happy to see me home and I took them out for a quick run. When I returned, I found Amber sitting on my front porch.

"What's up?" I asked

"Something is wrong with my toilet, it won't flush."

"Let's go and take a look ..." I extended my hand to help her up from the chair. When we got to her bathroom, I looked in the toilet and saw that the bowl was full of water. I asked her if she had a plumber's helper and she brought it to me. I tried and tried to break loose whatever was clogging the toilet. I asked her if the other toilet worked and she said she hadn't looked. I asked her to go and flush it and she quickly returned telling me that it too was now clogged. I had no idea how long it had been since the septic had been pumped and I explained that she would have to wait until morning and then call and see how long it would take to get somebody out to pump it."

"What am I going to do tonight?" she asked.

"Well, I have two bathrooms, and you are welcome to come and use either one whenever you need. There is a shower in both as well as a tub. OK?"

"I hate to put you out ..."

"Amber, we are neighbors ... it is the least I can to."

"Well, do you mind if I come over and grab a shower now? I was going to take one when I got home from Portland and I didn't have time."

"Get your stuff and come over."

"Give me a second ..."

I quickly went home and made sure that the spare bathroom was picked up and that I had fresh towels put out. In just a few minutes Amber showed up at the door and knocked. I opened the door and grinned at her, "Look, I can't keep running to the door to let you in. The door is unlocked and please come and go as you need. You do not have to knock."

She blushed slightly and nodded her head. Later as I heard her running the shower and I wondered what she would say if I stepped into the bathroom, opened the shower door and asked her if I could join her. "Knock it off you old fool!" I told myself. "You are way too old for that child."

I went to my room and started to put away my clothes from my trip up North when I heard a soft knock at my door. "Come in." I called our.

Amber opened up the door and grinned at me, "Thanks, I'm all clean and spotless now." She looked around my room. "So this is your room?" I nodded my head. Amber spotted the leather collar I had sitting on a shelf that I had kept from my wife. One of the things that she had enjoyed was being my sub and having me dominate her. From time to time she had liked for me to spank her and we had explored several areas of BDSM. I wished I had seen the collar earlier and had put it away.

"What is that on your shelf?"

"That is a collar." I told her. I knew now that she was never going to speak to me again.

"A collar? Whose collar is it?" She continued.

"It was my wife's. She earned it." I saw no reason now not to be candid with Amber.

"Earned it?"

"Yes ... she was my sub. In our sexual play, she liked to be dominated."

"Dominated? You mean like spanked and stuff?" I noticed she was starting to color, either from embarrassment or from .....

"Amber, I don't wish to be rude, but this is not a subject I feel comfortable having with you."

"Why?"

"For so many reasons ... let's start with me being old enough to be your father."

"Did she like being spanked?"

"Amber ... please stop this now. Yes, she liked being spanked, and tied up and ... well, lots of things. Now stop this please and go home. This in very embarrassing. I don't know you well enough to share things like this." I paused, I could not believe how turned on I was becoming with our discussion. I could not believe what I was covering with this lovely young woman. I felt she really needed to go home ... now! I stepped up to her, turned her around and walked her to the door. "You are welcome to come and use the bathroom any time and tomorrow I will help you get the septic fixed. OK?"

Amber nodded her head, but I could see that she was lost deep in thought. I was worried that I had shared way too much information with her tonight. I should not have told her about the things that my wife and I had done. I should not have told her that I spanked a woman. "My God, what must she think of me now?" I wondered.

~~~

Amber's Story

It had been a very interesting day for Amber to say the least. Not only had she been seen by Adam in her tee shirt, and she still blushed over that, but then she had hugged him in at the restaurant in Portland. Amber wondered what he had thought of her bold move. She still wasn't sure why she had hugged him, but when she had seen him sitting there waiting for her, it just felt like the right thing to do.

Then after arriving home to find her toilet clogged and having to go to Adam's house seeking help; only to find that no help could be found at such a late hour was not the way she had planned to end her day.

Amber really felt the need for a shower and Adam was kind enough to invite her to take one in the spare bathroom. As she stood in his shower, all kinds of erotic ideas and fantasies filled her head. She had half hoped, and half feared, he would decide to join her while she was showering, so she hurried her shower as much as she could. As she dried off, she found that she was a little disappointed he hadn't attempted to come in and join her.

After she finished her shower, she had planned to hurry home, but then she saw him standing in his bedroom. Her first thought was that the bedroom was nice; it still held a woman's touch and it made her wonder about his wife. Amber took in the sight of his bed, and she blushed slightly as her thoughts returned to her erotic dreams she had had in the shower for a moment.

However, they was quickly put aside when she looked at a shelf on the wall and noticed there was what she sincerely thought was a collar. "What was he doing with a collar sitting on a shelf like that?" she questioned herself. Wondering about the strange sight, she blurted out, "What is that on your dresser?"

He confessed it was a collar and explained how he and his wife had done various kinds of things together. Amber's face flushed and she wondered if he had taken noticed of it. She thought back to her own fantasies of submission, and even to the dream she had of Adam after their first dinner together.

She noticed that Adam didn't really seem to want to talk about the collar, but that didn't stop her from wanting to know more. She didn't want to ask so many questions, but once she had seen the collar, she just couldn't hold back. Amber felt horrible that she had made him so uncomfortable when he had virtually pushed her from his house, but it was too tempting to ask about those things ... things that she was so curious about. Light BDSM intrigued her to no end. It had been one of the things she had tried to talk to her husband into pursuing, but he had seemed completely uninterested. Of course, Amber herself hadn't realized exactly what she was after until their marriage started going down hill.
Amber thought back on how she had first discovered the idea of Dominance and submissiveness. It had really been nothing more than curiosities that first lead her to it. In this day and time, almost everything you want to know anything about can be found on the World Wide Web, and as she searched, she had found erotic stories. For a while she had stuck with the straight stuff, romance and erotic couplings, being her favorite topics to read under. Then one day she found a site that had D/s stories and a lot of them. She had heard in the past that those where "beat em up stories" and the women enjoyed it, but curiosity led her to wanting to really see how a person could get into that type of thing.

Amber had found a good author rather quickly, and his stories were still her most favorite to read. She had found herself reading in awe of the story, and then the "beat em up" parts began to excite her more than she had ever been excited before. It didn't take long until she let her fingers touch herself, imagining herself in the woman's positions, and by the end of the story she had cum by her own hand. It was the most intense orgasm that she had felt from her own hand in years.

Of course, after that, Amber had decided there was no way she should have felt so much from reading one of "those" types of stories, and she avoided them for a while. She returned to reading the "straight" stories, but she missed the way the D/s story had made her feel. Eventually, she did go back to try and find other D/s stories, somewhat hoping it would prove to herself she wasn't into that sort of thing, and then she would be able to just laugh it off. It didn't work that way, and once again she found herself toying with her own clit and wishing it where herself in the stories she read. She found all of it exciting; she wanted to be tied up and have some one else control how much and when she felt something.

She also found herself turned on by the idea of the trust the two partners would have to share with one another for the more extreme stuff. Amber wanted to feel that way, and so she began dropping hints to her husband. He would just chuckle at her ideas. He made it all into a huge joke and eventually she put it out of her mind, or tried to, but it was still a little idea that tickled her mind and brought her to several solo orgasms as well.

Now, as Amber readied herself for bed, she couldn't stop her mind from wondering what Adam would do, or say, if she confessed to him that she had wanted to try and see what a D/s type setting could be like. Would he laugh at her and tell her that he wasn't interested in her in that way or would he understand and begin trying to control her, have her naked and spread before him? Would they discuss certain limits and develop a safe word as she had read some D/s couples do? How did his wife earn her collar and could she earn one as well?

Eventually, all the thoughts of "what if" began to work their magic on Amber and it wasn't long before she had built a fantasy revolving her and Adam, where he was making all her fantasies come true. She would be spanked a little, and then tied up, and he would tease and pinch her nipples, sucking to ease any pain that he may have invoked. Maybe he would nibble and suck on her clit and take her to places she had never known before; all while she was forced to just lie there ... to just enjoy the sensations Adam would send coursing through her body.

It didn't take long before the fantasy she was building had her teasing herself. Her fingers were pinching and pulling at her own nipples, and eventually, she reached for her bedside table where she got out her most favorite vibrator and let it work its magic on her clit. She felt it move over her clit and then she pushed it inside her pussy as she pumped it steadily, in and out. Not long after, her body could no longer take the sensations her fantasy, and the vibrations were causing; her body tensed up for a moment before she began riding her orgasmic waves. Her body gripped and then released the toy cock inside her pussy and she shuddered as her body attempted to come to grips with the pleasure she had just given herself.

Afterwards, she laid there as her breathing returned to normal, still involved with the thoughts of what she had just given to herself. To some extent, she questioned how thoughts of Adam could take her to such high places, age as well as the fact that he didn't seem too interested, all combined to make it feel weird and she wondered why she was so turned on by it. But, on the other hand, she could no longer try to deny that she did feel attracted to him, whether it made sense or not.

Suddenly, the urge hit her. She had forgotten one small detail about her self imposed orgasms. Always after an intense orgasm like the one she had just given herself, the need to go to the bathroom soon followed. "Damn!" she said aloud.

Now, she realized she was faced with a decision, either take Adam at his word, and run over there to use the bathroom or try and use her bathroom with the already near to over flowing toilet. Waiting 'til morning was definitely not going to be an option, and she really did not want to go into the already messed up bathroom; but she really hated the idea of going next door at this late hour. She glanced at the clock beside the bed; it was 12:30 in the morning. Would Adam be awake this late? Or would she wake him if she came in? What was even worse, would the door be unlocked so she could get in without disturbing him?

The longer she thought about it the more insistent the urge became and by the time she decided she really had to go next door, she had to virtually run, or have an accident on the way. She didn't even take the time to grab her robe, her need was so bad. She thought surely he would be asleep because all the lights were off in the house. She would just sneak in and use the bathroom and hope she would not wake him.

The night was cooler than expected as she stepped out of the house with only her light blue silk nightgown on and a pair of pale blue slippers. The cooler air had several effects on her, one being the obvious tightening of her nipples and another being a shiver, quickly followed by an even stronger urge to use the bathroom. She prayed to everyone she could think of that the door to his house would be unlocked when she arrived.

She trotted up onto the porch, and tested the door knob, sure enough; the door was unlocked and she managed to slip inside with very little trouble. She managed to find her way to the bathroom without stumbling into anything and as she sat down on the toilet, she thanked everyone from Adam, for leaving the door unlocked and for not having his house much further away from her own and to God above for giving her enough control over her body to still be holding it. She breathed a sigh of relief as her body answered the persistent natures call.

"Amber? Is that you?" she heard next and blushed a deep shade of red knowing she had been caught and somewhat regretting her decision to not grab a robe.

"Uh, yeah, it's me." She said as she stood and flushed the toilet. After washing her hands and opening the door she continued, "I hope you don't mind. I really needed to borrow your bathroom."

"Not at all. I told you that you could."

"I know you did and I'm grateful, but I had hoped to not disturb you."

"No problem, I wasn't asleep yet." Adam stated.

Amber heard him shuffling around and then saw his bedroom light turn on. "Oh no!" she thought.

"I know it can't be much fun for you to have to run next door to answer nature's call."

Amber saw his shadow moving around the bedroom and wished she could find a way to make a hasty retreat but couldn't come up with any ideas on how to do it without seeming to be ungrateful to him for letting her use his bathroom. "No, it isn't. I will be glad when my toilet works again." She said trying to laugh to hide her discomfort.

A moment too late, she came up with the idea of excusing herself by saying that she knew he was probably tired so she would head back home now and she would thank him again as she headed out the door, because he chose that moment to open his bedroom door more than the crack. A split second later she saw him step around it and come into view.

She felt more than saw, or maybe just wanted to think he noticed, his eyes take in the sight of her standing there. She knew what it must look like from his point of view. She was very conscious of the way the blue silk would shine in the light, and how the gown fell to just below her bottom but it would drape over her breasts, especially now if they were still hardened from the chill outside. She wanted to look down and make sure they weren't but doing so would have been too obvious.

She took in the sight of him though his front was shadowed by the light behind him. She noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, only a loose pair of jogging pants, "does he sleep in those?" she questioned silently. She saw a shadow of hair over his chest; though it was difficult to tell how much was there; the light playing tricks with her eyes. She reddened in the face when she looked lower to see the hint of hair leading down into the waist band of his pants and she was reminded of her vivid imagination earlier.

"Uh ... I know you must be tired. I need to go home." Amber began timidly. "I ... uh ... am glad you're awake though. I wanted to apologize for earlier. I shouldn't have asked so many questions. It's just I'm ... uh ... curious about that kind of thing and it got the best of me. I won't ask anything more. Um ... you have a good night. I will talk to you tomorrow ... maybe." Amber stuttered through her apology and her good nights, and hurried toward the door, not waiting for his replies.

~~~

Adam's Story

"Oh shit ... shit, shit, shit!" I muttered to myself. How could I have been so stupid? Why had I told her so much about Linda and me? Why didn't I just tell her that the collar was for one of the dogs and I forgot that I had put it on the shelf? Well, tomorrow I would have to go over and see if I could fix things. Perhaps if I got the septic service out early and got her plumbing taken care of, she would at least start to forgive me. What the hell was I thinking anyway?

I lay in my bed and pondered the weird conversation I had had earlier with Amber. I doubt if I would have shared so much if she would have just stopped when I asked her to. I knew it was my fault that I shared so much, but did she have to be so curious? Why had she asked so many questions? As I lay in bed, my thoughts strayed to Linda and remembered the good times we had. I recalled how hard it had been for Linda to share with me her desires to be dominated. It had taken years before she had completely shared it all with me. Eventually she had shared how she longed to be tied, and blindfolded. She had found sites on line for me to read about spanking and over time I was able to see it was an issue of trust. Linda had trusted me completely and knew that I would not harm her. Over time we learned how much she enjoyed being totally subservient and the wonderful sexual release she received when she was bound and spanked.

I was starting to get hard and my hand slipped down inside of my sweats. I was slowly moving my hand over my erection when I heard the front door open. I wondered why Amber was returning. As I lay quietly in my bed, I heard the door open to the spare bathroom and in the still of the night; I could hear her relieving herself as her pee hit the water in the toilet. For a brief moment I wondered if she was like Linda had been. Whenever Linda had experienced an extremely strong climax, shortly after she had to pee. Not just a little pee, but one that I used to kid her about. It seemed to go on for ever. She would tell me it was my fault that I had jiggled it out of her and we would laugh. I noticed that Amber's did go on for a lengthy time.

For some perverse reason, I decided to call out to her. I knew it had to be her, and I was sure she had just wanted to sneak in and relieve herself and then quietly slip away. "Amber? Is that you?' I asked.

Her voice seemed to be subdued and it almost reminded me of a kid getting caught doing something they were told not to do. "Uh ... yeah ... it's me." I heard the toilet flush and then water running in the sink. She continued, "I hope you don't mind. I really needed to borrow your bathroom."

"Not at all! I told you that you could." I didn't know how to make it any clearer that she had full run of the house.

"I know you did and I'm grateful, but I hoped not to disturb you."

"No problem. I wasn't asleep yet." There was no way I was going to tell her what I had been doing. I got up and started to move towards the door. I continued on, "I know it can't be much fun for you to have to run next door to answer nature's call."

I heard her tell me, "No, it isn't. I will be glad when my toilet works again."

I opened my door and found her standing in the hallway. I was stunned by the sight of her as the light from my room illuminated her. Amber had on a very sexy, light blue, silk night shirt that barely came below her bottom. I didn't know if was from the cold night air, or from her recent pee, but her nipples were hard as little rocks and they were pushing their way against the silk of her top. I was at a total loss for words. If I had known that she was just in her night shirt, I would have let her come and do her business and leave. I really thought she would have worn a robe or something, I guessed she must have thought I would have been asleep and she felt she was safe to sneak over dressed as she was. I wanted to say what a beautiful sight she was, but I didn't want to embarrass her anymore than I could see she already was.

With a very timid voice, Amber said, "Um ... I know you must be tired. I need to go home." There was a short pause and she continued, "I ... um ... am glad you're awake though. I wanted to apologize for earlier; I shouldn't have asked so many questions. I'm ... uh ... curious about that kind of thing and it got the best of me. I won't ask anything more. Uh ... you have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow ... maybe." Her apology was said with a stutter and as she turned to leave, it suddenly struck me; this young lady wanted to be dominated. This beautiful creature standing in my hallway wanted to be taken! I was starting to get the feeling that she wanted me to take her. All of the questions, all of her wondering ... she wanted a man to take her and posses her as I used to take Linda. Amber wanted ... no she needed to be somebody's sub.

But wait ... was I the one to show her? How would she feel to have somebody as old as I am take her physically? Her hand seemed to tremble as she reached for the door knob. Perhaps I was being a fool, but like they say, there is no fool like an old fool.

"Amber ... stop!" He hand rested on the knob, but she didn't turn it. She was still facing the door; I could see that she was trembling. There was just one way to find out if she really did want to be dominated ... there was only one way to see if that was what she wanted to explore. "Turn around and come here." I spoke to her in a soft low tone, but also a tone that she would realize was a command."

She turned and faced me. I was still blown away how beautiful and sexy she was standing there in her cute night shirt. Slowly she walked towards me with her head down. When she was a couple of steps away, she stopped and then looked up at me. I thought I could detect both fear and desire in her eyes. "You said you were curious about 'that kind of thing', as you put it? Just how curious are you?"

I watched her face and I could see she was trying to decided how best to answer me. I didn't rush her; I wanted her to understand exactly what her desires were. After a long pause, she started, "I have wondered about 'that kind of thing' since I was married." As she said "that kind of thing" she had grinned at me. "I tried to discuss it with my ex, but he was either too dense or ... well, he just didn't seem to get it. I have read a lot on line about it. I have wondered what it would be like to be ... well ... to be ... "her voice trailed off.

"You want a man to take charge?" Amber nodded her head. "You want to explore some of the areas of BDSM? Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

Her voice was a whisper, "Yes."

"I can't hear you." I told her.

This time she spoke louder, "Yes!"

"When you address me from now on, it is either yes Sir, or yes Master. Is that clear?"

"Yes ... Sir." The last word was spoken with a passion that I could feel.

"Amber, I want you to go home. I want you to consider your next step. To be honest, I do have a problem with the difference in our ages. When I look at you and have the thoughts and desires you create in my mind, I feel like some kind of dirty old man."

"I don't care how old you are. When I look at you ... well ... I see a man who ..." her voice fell off again.

"A man who what?" I asked her. I thought I knew what she was going to say, but I wanted to hear it. I wanted to make sure that we both understood where this was leading.

"I see a man who turns me on. I see a man that I think about when I am alone in bed at night." Her face turned red with this new disclosure.

I knew that I was supposed to be in charge ... I was the one who was to be the Dominate person here, but she was so sweet, so lovely, so ... trusting? I didn't trust myself this evening. I felt that I needed time to think this over; time to consider what she wanted and time to plan her introduction into what she was asking. I realized that I needed to send her home and think things over. As gently as I could, I told her, "I will get your septic fixed first thing in the morning. That way you will have your bathroom back."

Amber gave me that cute grin again, "I kinda like using yours." I had to admit, I really liked her spunk. She wanted to be taught the ways of a sub, but she still had a mind of her own. Amber was starting to appeal to me more that I would have thought possible.

"Go home now ... we will talk about this tomorrow." As she turned to go, her night shirt lifted up slightly, flashing a bit of the bottom or her cheeks and I wondered something. "Before you leave ..."

"Yes Sir ..." she whispered and turned to face me. I guessed that she was not ready to call me Master ... yet!

"Lift your night shirt."

She colored slightly and replied, "I don't have any panties on."

"I know, I want to see you."

Slowly she lifted her night shirt until it was just below her breasts. Her pubic silky hair gleamed in the light coming from my bedroom. The sight of her semi-nude body was intoxicating. I was getting a lot more turned on than I wanted to be. I was pleased to see that she did very little in the way of trimming her pubic hair. I like a woman to look like a woman in her pubic region. I've noticed that the big thing now in men's magazines is for the women to be totally shaved, or at least mostly shaved. Looking at her full bush I smiled and told her, "I like it that you don't shave yourself. You are beautiful."

Amber blushed slightly, "Thank you ... Sir!" she whispered softly. Amber dropped her night shirt, turned and walked to the door. As she opened it, she turned back to slightly me and informed me, "It's going to be very lonely in my bed tonight." With that comment, she slipped through the doorway and left.

~~~

Amber's Story

"Oh my God!" Amber thought as she walked slowly back to her house. Even the chill of the night air couldn't make her rush home as her thoughts continued. She could feel the dampness between her legs as she walked and knew if she were to check herself, she would find she was already well prepared for him. "Why do I keep confessing stuff like that? What if he doesn't really want to be with me and is just playing along to humor the 'kid'?" She didn't for a moment think that was true now, but he had said she was too young for him.
She knew she had seen a slight sparkle in his eyes when she turned to look back at him after he told her to wait. Just for a moment, she had seen the glint of interest, maybe of pleasure, on his face. Did the glint show that he considered the possibility she may want him as well? So regardless of age, she felt she couldn't possibly be that unappealing to him. . She thought as she continued her silent rant, "But how could I have pulled up my night shirt for him? He is going to think I am too easy to have done that without any questions."

As she walked into the house and up to her room, she wondered what he would think if he had known she had already cum to thoughts of him earlier tonight, and she was now thinking about do it again, even if it meant another late night trip to his house for the bathroom; which would be a very hard thing to explain.

The tone of his voice demanding she do something, even spoken as it was, had sent her senses reeling. When he demanded something of her, she had no doubt she would obey whatever was asked. The sudden dampness appearing between her legs was proof enough for her to know that much about her desire for him. But was she really ready to put herself into his hands? It wasn't that she didn't trust him; he did seem like a wonderful man, but still; Amber fully realized that bondage and other D/s things would leave her at his mercy. Reading about those experiences had taught her that much, as well as the fact that both should agree to some extent as to what limits there were going to be. Amber realized she would have to trust him enough to not push her too far beyond those limits.

Considering limits; that brought her to her next thoughts! "What are my limits?" She wondered. Amber found each thought led to another thought and soon it ended up being four in the morning. She looked towards the alarm clock and soon after fell asleep, still unsure of what tomorrow would bring and of her response to it.

~ ~ ~

Amber awoke the next morning to someone knocking on her door. With a quick peek at the alarm clock she noticed it was now 8:30 am. "Hang on!" she yelled out at whoever had been knocking. After being awake so late before falling asleep without relieving her self again, her bladder felt full. Very full! She realized she would have to go next door again and she wasn't she was ready to test the waters and see what would happen if she went over again in just her night gown. She grabbed her robe; a large floppy terry cloth thing that was really rather unappealing, even in her own eyes. Next came her slippers and she yelled again, "I'm coming, hang on!"

"Hi." She said simply when she opened the door and found Adam standing on the other side.

"Good Morning. Did you sleep well?" he questioned.

Holding back a laugh and stopping herself from admitting that she had been up most of the night, she stated simply, "Yes, I did. And you?" She considered afterwards what he had said last night about Sir or Master, but wasn't sure if he had meant NOW or not and with the pressure growing steadily in her bladder, she wasn't really sure that now was the time to discuss it.

"I did have a good night. Thank you. I also wanted to let you know that I have already called the septic service and they will be here to pump your tank about 10. Did you have any plans for the day or do you need me to let them in while you're away?"

"No, I'll be here." She said, trying to not start dancing around, but not wanting to tell him she needed to go to his house. She thought to herself, "He hasn't mentioned I should have called him Sir or Master. Is he having second thoughts now?" Her thoughts were jumping from the pressing needs of her bladder to wondering where they stood with one another.

Adam smiled at her, "Good. I tried to get them to come earlier but they already had some place else scheduled for first thing this morning. You are second on the list."

Amber thought, "Just tell him you need to go. He will understand that morning need." But instead she told him, "Great, I'm glad that you were up early enough to call and get them here so soon. I was still sleeping." She continued her private thoughts, "Stop making small talk and tell him".

"Yes I can tell." Adam told her.

Amber silently questioned. "Oh no, do I have bags under my eyes or is my hair a mess?" her thoughts continued, "Oh, I have to tell him I need to use the bathroom." Blushing slightly, she finally asked him, "Can I go to your house? I am going to start dancing here in a moment."

"Of course you can and there is no need to dance. You could have said something earlier."

"Well I know, but I usually don't have to announce when nature calls and well, I hate needing to mention it now." She told him quietly as she started to walk next door.

Adam called after her, "No problem. The door isn't locked so you can go right in. I'll wait here until you return."

"Okay, thanks. Go in if you want." And she began the jog next door.

Once Amber had relieved herself in his bathroom, the trip back to her house was a lot more leisurely. She really wanted him to make the first attempt to pick up where they had left off last night, but she was also certain even if he was still interested, he would want for her to make any further moves. "He had said we would talk." She reminded herself, "Maybe he is just waiting for the right moment."

She walked in to her house and was struck by the sight of Adam. He wasn't doing anything she felt he shouldn't be doing; he was sitting on the couch with his right foot propped on his left knee and his arms were stretched out along the back. He was sitting right in the middle of the couch and she wondered how she missed the Dom qualities in him before. It seemed as though, through her eyes at least, he possessed the room; he just seemed to fill the room up with his presence. The size of him demanded to be the center of attention in the middle of a crowded room.

Amber couldn't take her eyes off him as he was sitting there in her house, which somehow, he had managed to make his own. Amber found for the life of her she couldn't come up with anything sensible to say. Finally she began, "I...um...," clearing her throat, "I... need to go get dressed." And she turned and practically ran to her room, feeling like some jittery teenager alone with a boy for the first time.

Amber flopped down onto the bed, attempting to gather her thoughts and get her reactions under control. "He may have changed his mind." She tried to reassure herself. "Anyway, he hasn't mentioned it, and I am uncertain of how far I want it to go." Finally assuring herself she could handle it if he wasn't interested, and if he was that he wouldn't push her too much, too quickly, she decided to get up and start getting dressed.

Since she wasn't sure of where she stood with Adam, or if he was truly interested since they had both not mentioned the things which had occurred last night, she decided to try and see if she could figure out what was going on. She wanted to put on clothes that would make him really look at her; just as she had finally looked at him when she came in and found him sitting on the couch; she decided to choose her outfit very carefully. Amber decided to be careful to not select anything which would make her "seem to be showing off her assets". She selected her most favorite pair of jeans due to the way they fit. She had a pair of black jeans made with stretch denim which fit tight across her bottom, but still showed the swell of her hips. And there was that extra benefit; they also served to hold her tummy in slightly and the tapered legs fit snuggly all the way down to her ankles. For a shirt she first chose a white tank top, and then covered it with a button up, pink western style shirt, which highlighted the dark color or her hair and her tanned complexion. With the white tank top, she didn't feel it was necessary to wear a bra, and she could leave the buttons undone on her over shirt so if he happened to look in her direction at the right moment, he might see the puffy outline of a nipple poking through the tank top. She topped the outfit off with a pair of Keds tennis shoes, for comfort as well as to just appear casually dressed as if she just threw the outfit together. Satisfied with her look, she quickly pulled her hair back into a low pony tail, letting it rest at the base of her neck.

With a last glance in the mirror to check her appearance, she steeled herself and opened the door from her bedroom and went back to where she hoped Adam was still waiting for her.