I know what my curvy neighbor is looking at. It’s totally obvious given the shocked look in her eyes, not to mention the flushed cheeks and heaving bosom.
After all, I knew what I was doing when I got dressed for this party. Usually, I wear boxer briefs. They’re cotton, tight but not too tight, and most importantly, they keep me contained. Regular boxer shorts will never do because frankly, I’m just too big and long down there. I’d be swinging around like a madman if I restricted myself to boxers.
But today, I knew that the gorgeous Margot would be at the block party, so I decided to go with boxers. Why not? I know how to manage myself. If I stand a certain way, I’m able to keep myself completely hidden. But if I stand a different way, then the tip will show right below the hem of my shorts. And right now, the tip’s showing and making my gorgeous neighbor gasp.
“Um, hi,” she says, barely able to meet my eyes. “I’m Margot.”
“I know,” I say smoothly, holding my hand out for a shake. “Mrs. Caldwell’s told me about you. I’m Dane Jones.”
“Mrs. Caldwell?” she stammers, referring to our local neighborhood gossip. “But I barely even talk to her!”
I wink.
“Mrs. Caldwell gave me the lowdown on everybody who lives in our hood,” I say. “Don’t worry, she didn’t say anything bad though. In fact, she sung the praises of most people who live here.”
At that moment, the redhead standing beside Margot decides to butt in.
“Hi, I’m Jane Leacham,” she says, sticking her hand out. “I’m married to Henry, and we live just down the street from you with our four year old daughter. You’ve probably seen me calling to her. Her name is Jilly.”
Ah yes, I’ve seen Jane and Jilly many times actually. Jilly is a cute toddler with blonde curls and a mischievous attitude. I often see Jane chasing Jilly down the street, screaming for her daughter not to wander in front of any cars. Kids.
“Yes, nice to meet you,” I say courteously, giving nothing away. “I think I’ve spoken with Henry a few times. He works at the community center right?”
Jane nods.
“Yes, Henry does IT for the community center, as well as for a couple of other outfits around the city, like the post office and the fire station. He’s good with technology,” she says proudly.
“Great,” I remark with a smile. Meanwhile, I can tell that Margot is trying not to stare at my protruding tip, and yet can’t help but look every now and then. It’s sticking out of my left pant leg so that only she can see, and not anyone else. I jiggle my left thigh a little, making it bounce up and down a bit, and Margot gasps, her cheeks going beet red.
I laugh to myself. Dang, I haven’t been in the company of a pretty girl in so long. Or maybe I have, except I was so emotionally numb that I couldn’t do anything about it. Being married to Amelia for over ten years will do that to a man, and now it feels like I’m free and able to breathe deep for the first time in a long time. This is sheer heaven.
“So tell me about yourself,” I ask Margot, subtly jiggling my leg again. “What do you do?”
She gasps, practically staring at my glans before forcing her eyes back up at me.
“Um, I work as a nail tech,” she says. “At Pretty Pink Nail Salon in the downtown area.”
I nod.
“That sounds interesting,” is my casual reply. “What do you do as a nail tech?”
Jane interrupts then.
“Manis and pedis of course!” she chortles. “What did you think? Except my buddy Margot is really good at what she does, and very artistic too. If you’re looking for nails that Cardi B or Lil’ Kim might be proud of, then Margot is your girl.”
I laugh.
“Sorry, I have no idea who those people are. Cardi B, did you say?”
“Yeah!” chuckles Jane. “She has a hit called Bodak Yellow. She’s a famous rapper with nails that go out to here,” she says, holding her hand about two inches out from her palm. “And Margot is so good at nails that she can replicate any Cardi B style. If you want rainbow swirls, glitter or a little charm that hangs off your nails, then Margot can do it.”
I look over at the curvy girl.
“Is that so?”
She blushes from the compliments.
“Well, yes, I know my craft pretty well,” she mumbles. “But I’ve had a lot of practice.”
“You should get your nails done at Pretty Pink someday,” gushes Jane. “You know, even guys get their nails done sometimes. I’ve sent Henry over there just because his nails can get so grungy and gross from handling tools everyday. Of course, he doesn’t get the extras. For my husband, it’s just making sure they’re square, neat, and trimmed, but it’s still a luxury.”
At that, both Margot and I laugh.
“Okay, I’ll think about it,” I say. “It’s called Pretty Pink Nail Salon?”
Margot nods.
“Yeah, I work every day except Tuesdays,” she says. “I’m pretty much there the whole day, so you won’t miss me.”
I wink at her while jiggling my leg a little more to make sure she can see my tip bobbling up and down on my knee.
“Well then, I’ll definitely have to go some time,” I growl. “Anyways, I just finished my burger, so I’m going back to the grill for another one. Can I get you girls something?”
Jane shakes her head while waving merrily, while Margot manages a smile before her eyes flit to my dick tip again. Then her eyes flutter back up to mine, and dare I say it? There’s a dreamy look in her eyes and I know I’ve already caught my catch of the day.