Gina.

Gina.
Gina was a married neighbor that had a white mother and a Portuguese father. She was mid thirties, 5’6” and a toned 145 lbs. Brown curly hair, brown eyes and dark olive skin. Besides Gina’s white smile, her best features were her small waist, big round ass and hints of a large bust. Gina didn’t mind wearing tight jeans but always wore floppy loose tops to hide what was there. The way she tried to hide them made me even more interested in finding out what she had.

Her husband was Dan. Dan was a small, middle aged, pot bellied, college professor and a very liberal arts minded guy. I always thought he was gay because of the weak hand shake and the way he looked at me. He is about 5’5” or so and I’m 6’4”. Dan would ignore Gina to the point of walking away while she was talking to him if I started to walk across the street toward them.

I, in fact, did walk over to them as they stood on their lawn. I wanted to make any excuse to get near Gina to figure her tits out. I complemented Dan on his lawn. Dan invited me to go on a Las Vegas ‘work’ trip with him this weekend. He said we could see the shows, play golf and party. No wives or girlfriends allowed. I wasn’t interested in the trip but interested in his absence.

He told me that Gina didn’t really like Las Vegas anyway. As he said this I could see her looking at me and shaking her head mouthing the words “He is lying” I took this opportunity to try another estimate on her cup size. Scanning the front of her chest for weight, mass, width and depth. I looked back up to see her staring me in the eyes. Now every man gets caught staring from time to time, Real men don’t get embarrassed. Real men acknowledge her looking and express a compliment like nodding downward toward her chest and smiling. As if to say ‘hey Gina damn nice rack!’

Gina moved over behind Dan and smiled back, trying to make eye contact. I looked at her and she mouthed the words ‘thank you’ and smiled. Dan was droning on about how little the trip would cost me and I could ride in his car. Gina moved back and forth behind her husband smiling and turning sideways to show her profile. They were large but I still could not put a cup size to her. Maybe a D, DD or even an E. I told him that it was too bad that I had to work this weekend. As I was stepping away I thought quick and said “If you need me to help with anything while he’s partying let me know.” Gina replied “Count on it.”

After I got settled into my evening the phone rang and it was Gina. “Hi. Did you mean it that you would help me if I needed it?” Gina asked in a soft tone. (I love it when a married woman sneaks into another room away from her husband and makes a secret call to talk to me. It’s just a phone call but it can set the tone for any future exchanges) “Well I just thought that you might be able to use a big man around your house.
Someone who is good with his hands and doesn’t mind getting sweaty or dirty.” I flirted. “I like the way you talk.” Gina said excitedly. “Well, do you think you might need me to help you with any heavy lifting? or you get into a tight spot and need me to help you spread it out? If you want to get yourself tied up with a big project I know the ropes. Don’t worry about my working this weekend. If you need me, we can work it in.” I flirted more. Gina said “TIED UP- I think- . Gotta go!” I heard Dan’s voice grow louder in the background. She was bored with her husband and the constant metro sexual life style. She longed to be a sexual object, to be involved in dangerous things, and live a little fuller life.

On Saturday Dan left at around 9am. Gina called about 5 minutes later. She asked what I was doing at 10. I told her that I’m available and asked if she wanted me to come over. She said she would like me there at 10 please. I asked “Are you going to be a good girl and not get out of line? Women that don’t have their husbands around sometimes misbehave.” “I’ll be good.” She whispered submissively. “Good, wear something pretty. It is hot today; those heavy baggy blouses are too hot.” I said. “Yes Sir. I better pick something out. Let’s see; something to wear to get tied up in a project. Bye.” she hung up. I thought Gina must be intrigued by the tying up and ropes tease. I’ll be sure to exploit that.

At five till I started across the street. I brought along my new compact camera. It is just a ‘point and shoot’ but it has 12 megs of pixels and really turns out nice photos. I was wearing a wife beater tank top (to show off my arms and chest) and cargo shorts. As I stepped into the street I saw the curtain move on their door. I knocked and Gina said “come in.” I walked into their house and saw Gina posed by the hallway. She had put on makeup with attention to her eyes. She had long black eye lashes and smoky shadowing. Her lips and nails were dark red. She wore a black short sleeved t-shirt that ended just above her red belt and black shorts. Her shoes were red tennis shoes with black laces.

I froze and stared hard at her chest. She was wearing a sports bra and it was doing a good job of smashing her tits to her chest. I estimated that she was a 36DD or 36E. Gina said “ah-hum. Hello, why do you always stare at me that way?” I walked over to her and said “I’ve been trying to estimate your bra size.