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Neighbours Pt. 01

By: grumpyg



"Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours. 

With a little understanding, you can find the perfect blend. "

A loud noise, the horn of a large furniture removals van, disturbed my peaceful afternoon. My wife, Elaine, at work, I was sitting quietly solving the newspaper crossword. Our twin daughters holidaying in Marbella before resuming university meant that most weekdays were now spent alone either relaxing in the house, gardening or doing odd jobs around the house. Elaine had a list ... an ever-growing list ... of jobs to do, but coffee time always meant the newspaper crossword must be solved before DIY continued. 

The horn sounded again, once, twice before another annoyed neighbour came out to move her car. Angry words were exchanged before temporary peace returned, albeit for just a few minutes. 

I'm Harry by the way, a builder by trade but, with the recent economic slump, work is often hard to find. I've quite a number of contacts who ring me, often at short notice, offering work but although I can turn my hand to many things it's a constant struggle to earn a decent living. Elaine's job helps a lot and sometimes a friend or neighbour needs building, plastering, or decorating work doing cash in hand and usually at 'mates rates'. In order to keep fit and ready, I try to work out at a community gym. Whilst the equipment is basic and not state-of-the-art, I'm usually toned and ready to go at a moment's notice. 

The removals van had now managed to manoeuvre itself into a tight space ready to discharge its contents into the house next door. Looking out, I could see two ladies speak to the men briefly and then walk down the garden path to unlock the door. One I could see was older, late thirties I guess and smartly dressed and the other was maybe late teens. She was real eye candy - long slim legs, short denim skirt and a rather tight fitting tee-shirt boldly accentuating her slim figure. Her breasts, though a bit on the small side, pushed proudly against the thin cotton. No bra, maybe I thought unnecessary given the warmth of the mid September sun, meant her nipples made no effort to remain unnoticed behind the confining material. 

This was eye candy indeed. Peter, my best friend within my lightweight shorts, had noticed too. I felt embarrassed at such a rapid arousal given that Elaine rarely refused to welcome him inside her. Maybe Peter was eager for a new temporary home? But maybe I was distracted ... the older lady too could also give Peter some temporary but satisfying accommodation. 

I went back to my crossword. Peter went back to a deeply contented sleep. The crossword completed, I thought I would introduce myself (purely as a friendly neighbour). The younger lady was carrying a few small items inside. 

"Hi," I said, "I'm Harry, "Welcome to the street." 

"Nicola," came the reply. 

We both smiled. 

"And ..." I pointed. 

Nicola smiled again. "My mother. Hazel." 

The smile was followed by a brief explanation. Hazel was just 17 when she became pregnant and 18 when Nicola was born. Nicola had grown up to be a real beauty. Her broad, northern accent seemed to fit in with a down-to-earth, no nonsense manner. 

"Why don't you both come round later, it's been a hot day for you both and I've plenty of beer in the fridge." 

"Sure, thanks," said Nicola with a broad grin. 

It was late afternoon when the doorbell rang. We went round to the patio I'd built the last time there was little building work. 3 cans of Becks would help us all cool down. 

After the initial shock of an unplanned pregnancy all went well at first. Hazel's partner worked, they shared a small terraced house. Hazel got part time work. That was until the drinking started, the odd bet at the bookies, the late nights, the reluctance to satisfy Hazel's needs having satisfied some other woman's ... you get the idea. The relationship eventually broke down completely, followed by years of struggle. This however had made the bond between mother and daughter very strong. Boyfriends, partners, came and went but mother and daughter remained bonded. The two finally decided to pool their finances to buy a house of their own. 

Their new home had been up for sale for some time. An elderly couple had lived there. He died, she moved into sheltered housing. The house was badly needing refurbishment from top to bottom. We had spare keys under an arrangement with the estate agency in case an emergency arose. At first it had aroused some interest but times have been tough. Eventually a much reduced offer had been accepted. Nicola and Hazel had a home they could afford but much work needed doing. 

"Well," I said. "I've plenty of time on my hands. Just ask, if I can help at all " 

As we were talking I couldn't help noticing the angle of the sun behind Nicola was casting a silhouette of her breasts through what was the almost obscene thinness of her obviously well worn tee-shirt. Our glasses almost empty I returned to the fridge for 3 more cans of Becks. Whilst I was gone Nicola had tucked the tee-shirt into her skirt, tightening the thin cotton which was now amost moulded to her breasts. My new 19 year old neighbour then accidentally spilled some beer down her tee-shirt. One nipple was now proudly on display through the transparent cotton. 

"Oops!" she said, trying to rub off the spilled beer. This just spread the wetness, making more of the material opaque. 

I tried hard (believe me!) to continue our conversation, explaining how building work was hit and miss and sometimes I could work for several weeks but at other times there was no work at all. 

"That's good to know," said Hazel. "We're going to need a lot of help." 

Sadly time was pressing and tea break was over. Hazel and Nicola went back to do essential unpacking. I didn't see them again before Elaine came back from work. Her income, though modest, was enough to see us through the hard times, supplemented by odd jobs I did. 

"Hi darling," my usual greeting. "How has your day been at work? 

She smiled, used to the question." Oh, just like any other day. Anyway I'm home now - you can make me happy." 

I explained that our new neighbours had arrived, gave her a bit of background. 

"They both seem nice," I said, "Mother and daughter. She's 37, her daughter 19. They bought the house for a really good price, but as you know it needs a lot of work doing to it." 

"Well that's where you can help, you like to keep yourself busy. Why not offer?" 

I took that as approval, but keeping myself busy wouldn't be the same way as Elaine realised, or at least that's the way I planned it. She was working almost full time but supermarket pay wasn't excellent. Tired in the evening, Elaine slept soundly as soon as her head hit the pillow. Peter wasn't getting the attention he was used to and he was all too eager to remind me it was so. 

-- 

For the next few days I didn't see much of our new neighbours, who were probably busy getting their furniture sorted and unpacking the large boxes that came with them. I knew Hazel worked and Nicola did some bar work on their busy evenings. Come Monday our twin girls arrived back home, well tanned. At first the brief greetings, hugs, kisses which has always been part of family life. Then a quick rundown on how the holiday had gone. 

"Well, you two. Good flight? Missed you both." 

"Great dad." 

"Good holiday? You've both got a good tan." 

I omitted asking to see where the white bits were. 

"Super." 

Ok, they were tired and needed to freshen up first. Some phone calls, texts, Facebook, tweets - catching up on the gossip. 

The lack of peace and quiet when the twins were home was something Elaine and I got used to. My wallet wasn't quite as full of notes as usual but Karen and Sam still needed an endless source of cash. Even my plastic was near maxed out. But the girls were beautiful younger models of their mother, and that I couldn't deny. The hard-earned, easily spent money was worth it. Sam was the least modest of the two and quite aware of the visual effect on me of what little underwear she often wore, especially when her mother wasn't there to chastise her. 

"You'll be giving your dad feelings her shouldn't have," was a phrase I often heard when Elaine was home. 

"Oh mum! Don't be such a prude," was Sam's stock reply. 

"We're just going to freshen up and then you can have some peace again," said Sam, almost reading my thoughts and implying they'd be going out again. 

With that, they wheeled their suitcases into the lounge. When I last saw the suitcases they were tidily packed. Now both looked as if clothes had just been heaped in a jumble. Clothes came quickly out, just strewn over the carpet. They knew full well that mum would wash, iron and tidily return each item where it belonged. Being twins, clothes were often shared, but Elaine knew exactly whose were which, and where each item could be easily found when needed. 

Essentials having been retrieved, both girls went upstairs to the shower room. The shower cubicle was easily large enough for them both and joint showering was often done when time was short. Many times I had sat, wondering and fantasising if each washed the other and if their soaped breasts were sometimes rubbed against each other. Today was no different - I had nothing to do but close my eyes and imagine them there. 

It had been a long time since Elaine and I had showered together. In our first, rented, home together it used to be fun, both of us with closed eyes, stood under an unpredictable and often lukewarm spray or splutter of water. Cheap chain store soap, we couldn't afford anything else, and a small square cubicle offering little room and forcing us closer together. Soft wet skin against soapy companion, Elaine's then firm breasts gently pressing against my back, her fingers gently exploring more than cleaning. Her soapy fingers would run slowly down my chest, nipples, and stomach, arriving teasingly close to my engorged cock but abruptly stopping, retracing their path time and time again. Finally her fingers reached my hardness, coaxing it little by little until that point of no return. And then we swapped, me seeking her every crease and curve, teasing her nipples, her deep, shaved smooth groove, her clit. My slippery fingers weren't quite as skilled then. But Elaine showed me, taught me how to make her shiver in orgasmic delight. We stood there, lost in our own world of pleasure, until all the pre-heated water ran out. 

Now, of course, we were able to afford better. I had ripped out the old cast iron bath in our present house, the mouldy wall tiles, the cheap plastic-tiled floor. I had gutted the bathroom, prepared the refurb and, with the help of a couple of friends, installed the new shower suite. 

I could hear the girls chattering away. Both natural blondes, shoulder length hair, blue eyes, both of similar curvy build, a pair of cute rounded butts, long slim legs, skin smooth as the finest silk. Judging by the continual blunting of my disposable razors I hoped they would both be shaven smooth. Hadn't yet seen, but my imagination had always hoped they were. Despite Elaine lecturing, at times they seemed oblivious to modesty. Never naked though, sometimes braless, buttons carelessly undone, a swift apology to me (!), often half dressed and once or twice just in panties, hunting for a blouse which was waiting to be ironed. Do other daughters iron clothes whilst topless? 

"Are you going to ring him then?" I heard Karen ask her sister. 

"Fuck off! He only wanted to shag me senseless." Sam replied. 

"Well you did get your tits out several times when he dared you. And OMG his cock must have been the biggest in town." 

"Yeah when I'd had far too much to drink." 

"Nope. You remembered enough to exchange phone numbers." 

"Well he can ring me." 

A short pause. 

"No. Stop that Karen. Not there! Karen!" 

"You let Simon do that." 

"Is this where his fingers went? Feels good, doesn't it Sam?" 

"KAREN! NO!" 

I could hear their conversation clearly now. Perhaps they hadn't shut the door properly. Coming out of my reverie my eyes went to both suitcases, open, the remainder of their clothes heaped in. I moved over, picking some up from the carpet, quickly sorting through all of them. I hated to think what Elaine thought to her carefully ironed, carefully laid out clothes now in a heap. 

The scent was very pleasant. Dolce & Gabanne? La Coste? Chanel? Possibly a budget 'smell-alike' brand? I didn't know, but the perfumes had infused into the messily heaped clothes. A bra ... yes, the minimal material designed to give the maximum uplift, cleavage was often more sexy than bare breasts. There was a different aroma, a mixture of light, sexy body odour and a cocktail of synthetically mass produced fragrances. It was intoxicating. Peter had awakened; gradually, persistently, without me noticing at first. I rummaged again. Tiny, sexy, silky panties. The infused perfumes intermingled with one distinct smell - that of a young woman. The private, secret, musky smell. Intoxicating. 

My thoughts were no longer inquisitive to their chatter. All my attention now was on the pale, creamy secretion where the thicker material met that enticing valley. Still damp, confined to the cramped suitcase and, knowing my daughters, the panties had never been put tidily into a hotel room drawer. Gusset pressed firmly to one of my daughter's feminine juices, cameltoe? Oh yes, I loved cameltoe, even the mere image in my mind. I inhaled deeply. I felt intoxicated and unable to think of anything else but that scent. How I hated a dirty, crusty mess there. Untidy as they were, the twins would have showered at least each morning, and likely twice on some days. Clean, female-scented sexiness in those silky sheer panties. 

My cock had grown hard, swollen to its fullest extent. I paused, feeling guilty, but there would be time later. I knew that later the girls would be going out to see their friends. I would have plenty of time before Elaine came home. 

Then the giggling started. Inquisitive mode was engaged again. Slowly, quietly, I opened the lounge door. The chatter had stopped. I coild hear nothing except a low whirring noise of the bathroom extractor fan and the giggling. And then ... 

Then Sam's voice very quietly. "Karen, careful!" 

"Well keep still then." 

"It tickles. OK, I'll try." Then louder, "Be careful." 

"Oh shut up baby. I haven't cut you yet have I? 

"No, but ... " 

"Oh shut up. I don't HAVE to do this." 

By now I was sitting halfway up the stairs. 

"I wish dad would change his razors more often. This is fuckin' blunt." 

"Get a new one out. He won't notice." 

Pause 

"That's better. Open up a bit then I don't miss any." 

"Put plenty of foam on then I don't get a rash." 

"For fuck's sake Sam. Quit moaning." 

Another longer pause. 

"There. That's better." (Another pause). 

"KAREN! NO!" 

"YES, Sam. You know you're horny. And I'm horny too." 

"No. Not there ... Karen! ... KAREN! ... Mmm. Oh! Yes, just a bit lower. Yes. There. Mmmm!" 

Her voice had lowered to almost a whisper that I could barely hear. My curiosity got the better of me. I crept up the staircase. Surely a board would creak, but it didn't. The door was open just a little. I gently eased the door open enough for me to see some of the shower cubicle. It was misted up but I could see enough of the two girls inside. One was knelt, Karen I presumed, her head close up to the top of Sam's wide open legs, her pudenda, her pussy lips. 

There were sighs, moans, whimpers even. 

"Ah! Karen! Karen! Yes, there." 

Incomprehensible words. Guttural, sexual noises of pleasure. Sam leaned back, opening her legs wider, her cunt more freely available to allow her sister access to that most wonderful, most sexual place. 

"I'm going to fuck you, sis. Fuck you with my tongue." Seldom had I head Karen use such language. Sam's breathing became deeper and I could see her welcome Karen's lips and tongue. I really thought Sam was going to come when Karen suddenly stood up. She started very gently and painstakingly rubbing Sam's back. Karen's wet, soapy hands were now moving up and down, to sensually massage from neck to butt. And then her hands moved to Sam's sides. She was slowly and deliberately tickling Sam's sides, occasionally moving her hands up and around Sam's breasts. It reminded me that Elaine used to be very sensitive there. I also knew that when I had gently touched, Elaine would softly moan. But that was years ago, in her teens, when her breasts were full and firm. 

But Karen didn't stop there. I could make out her hands moving underneath Sam's breasts, moving upwards ever so slowly to fully cup her breasts, pausing just a little to resoap, each time up and down tweaking Sam's nipples, squeezing and pinching, pulling and releasing, each mildly painful nip forcing Sam to focus her attention there. Sam's protests had long since ceased and instead there were soft moans escaping her lips. She had completely submitted to her sister's will. 

Karen, always the more daring, the most forward of the two, knew exactly what she was doing, where and how she was touching. Her tongue had merely been the aperitif. Now, at the total command of Karen's wet soapy hands I could imagine Sam's pleasure being brought to the maximum . After all, Karen had amost the same body as her twin and, it seemed, a first hand knowledge of what felt good. Then Karen, soaping her own breasts, started rubbing up against her sister. 

Lesbian sisters? I thought not. Each had their own parade of boyfriends, although when I gave the matter some thought, Sam always had a boy on tow. Karen perhaps occasionally ... but I couldn't remember the last time. When the phone rang for her, it was usually a girl. 

I felt utter guilt as I watched. My cock, my best friend Peter had grown to maximum, threatening to burst the skin confining its engorged state. It felt it might have been made of the hardest steel. Even though I couldn't see the girls clearly my brain was busy moving images from my eyes directly downstairs. It didn't take long for Karen's fingers to move down to Sam's pubis, her pleasure garden. Sam seemed now to be willing her sister to complete her task, pushing hard against her sister's fingers. Karen's deliberate and insistent probing massage of Sam's love button became faster and faster. She was now rubbing her whole body against Sam, thrusting, pushing, rubbing her sex against her ecstatic sister. This continued, but not for long, until Sam yelped with the sudden release of pure pleasure, radiating first from her clit, then rippling and tumbling down the whole of her young body. Loud moans of orgasmic bliss escaped Sam's lips as her body reacted in the only way nature had programmed it to do. The warmth, the tingling in her tummy. The purest pleasure passing all the way down her body. 

If the girls caught sight of me now I would have much explaining to do. In any case my cock was bursting, begging for some release, precum now oozing out. I went back downstairs and picked up the newspaper, in the hope it would calm down. Several minutes later I heard one of them come downstairs. 

"Sorry, dad. I forgot my hairdryer." Sam said as she opened the lounge door, without even a hint of embarrassment. 

She had a bath towel tucked round her waist. Even though I'd seen her tits many times before, their perfection caused my cock to rise again, and it stood to attention in pure appreciation. 32c (I'd looked at the label one time) without the merest sign of droop, always brought pleasure to my eyes. Sam knew that, even taking her time to sift though the jumbled heap of clothes. 

"Dad," she began, turning round before the hairdyer had been retrieved, "I don't suppose you could lend me £20 until I get to a cash machine?" 


Neighbours Pt. 01



I guess I should have nipped it in the bud right away. Snuffed it out before it really got going. But I didn't. I went along with it, I let it go further than maybe I should and I have to admit, I responded and played up to him. 

Why? A little bored in a seven year old marriage? Wanted some excitement, variety and something different; the seven year itch perhaps? Vanity possibly? Enjoyed the flattery and attention?

It was probably all of those and maybe more. The initial magic of our marriage had faded as most do. We went our separate ways a lot of the time. Not to the point of having an open marriage and at the time I had not been unfaithful, although Alex had been. His life focused around work, the pub, sport and going to Arsenal, mine was round dancing, playing tennis, going to the gym and studying for a degree. We were clearly drifting apart and neither of us did or, seemed to want to do anything about it.

We were not incompatible and most of the time we got on well, especially when with others, friends or family. Alone though we argued more and went days sometimes not speaking. Our sex had changed. It was still pretty good when we did it, the issue was that we did not do it as much as I wanted or needed. Without any doubt that was at least part of my fault. Alex wanted to do things that I could not handle. 

I had accepted him cumming in my mouth and I did swallow it, but frankly I did not like it. Later, as I talked about sex to other women I found that few did, after all who really can enjoy swallowing a great dollop of phlegm like material? After a great deal of persuasion I had let him have anal sex and I hated it. It hurt terribly, it scared me just as childbirth had when it feels as though you will be torn apart. I got nothing from it wondering why men want that when there is a perfectly adequate channel designed for that purpose, odd!

There were other things that he wanted that I refused. He wanted us to join a swinging group, he wanted to see me with another woman and wanted us to go to orgy club. I guess in a way as punishment he 'cut my sexual rations.'

Don't get me wrong it was not all bad and mixed in with the frustration and lack of sex were good times. So life jogged along like most seven year stretch marriages do.

We were pretty well off and lived well given that we were still in our early thirties. We had a detached house in Wanstead in East London, both had new cars, we had plenty of holidays in Italy and America mainly, we ate out a lot and went clubbing or to casinos in the West End quite frequently. The close in which we lived, which was just a few minutes' walk from both Wanstead and Snaresbrook tube stations and a range of nice restaurants, had a dozen or so houses and a small block of flats. It was a friendly close and most months someone had a party or a barbecue.

Dan and Margot were our next door neighbours. We got on well as a foursome although I always felt that Margot suffered Alex rather than liked him. Unlike Dan and me they rarely danced together at parties or sat talked a deux. Perhaps we should not have.

It started at a barbecue in one of the gardens one early autumn. We had all had plenty to drink, the music was playing, the garden was lit up dimly and we were all, or most were dancing. I had been with Alex and another neighbour when Dan grabbed me.

"My turn now Monica, I've not had you all evening," he said grabbing my hand. 

I had hardly noticed it, but during the summer that was just ending two things had changed with Dan and me.

Firstly, we had been to their place several times, generally with others, and had used their hot tub. I noticed that often I would be next to Dan and occasionally his hand, leg or foot would touch mine under the water; accidentally of course. I had not thought much about that, but had when I noticed how he ogled me. When some men stare at you, it's creepy, they seem a bit pervy and it isn't nice, well I don't like it. Others though can pull it off and make you feel a bit pumped up and pleased with yourself. Dan was very much in the latter camp.

I don't have big tits like his wife Margot who is somewhat overweight with big, almost udder-like boobs. Mine are a modest B to C cup and are on a fairly slender frame. With great thanks to my parents I am not prone to putting on weight so overall I was pretty happy with my body despite having a five year old daughter. My bum is quite pert, my tummy is flat and my legs although a little stout at the thighs are ok. My 'difficulty' is my nipples. They are fairly pronounced and even when I am not cold or aroused they stand out. They make dents in my bras and tops, and are quite obvious and are an oglers dream for it makes it appear that I am feeling horny. 

So the first thing I had noticed about my relationship with my neighbour that summer was the way he looked at me and ogled, particularly my tits.

The second change was summed up when he asked me to dance at the barbecue. Instead of just asking to dance, he used the double entendre of 'not having had me all evening.' It had dawned on me quite slowly that he was using such terms more frequently and that I was responding as I did when we got on the edge of the dance floor. It would have been far more sensible to have said nothing, to have remained neutral and not to have responded, but I didn't and instead quipped back. 

"Yes Dan it has been ages hasn't it."

I think that with the ogling and the use of phrases with double meanings we both knew they were the start of something. That we were developing a new element to our relationship, we were changing as was our behaviour. We rarely, if ever, said anything when others might hear and he did not stare at me when others, especially Margot and Alex were around. They were becoming our secret, although of course we did not discuss it. At the same time we were becoming more relaxed with each other, we were slightly more touchy feely and we started developing our own little in jokes and expressions that made us giggle.

From that barbecue things moved on. It was almost as if there was a pattern to it, a set of procedures an operating manual of how two people move, inexorably it seemed towards an affair.

As we did a smoochy type dance to Lionel Richie, so we chatted and he held me a little tighter than he had previously. Much later around two in the morning when Lionel was on the iPod again we smooched very close together. He squashed my boobs against his chest and his hand briefly stroked my bum. Nothing more happened, but both the close dance and the hand straying across my bottom made me wonder.

Next was when we played tennis. We were partners and we won. The celebratory kiss strayed worryingly close to my lips.

Our conversation when away from others became looser. He said things like. 'You behave or I will have to give you a seeing to' and 'if I didn't know you better I would think you were coming onto me.' My replies were equally flirty. 'Promises, promises' and 'that's for me to know and you to find out isn't it.

We both, or so we learned later, went out of our way to be at places where we knew the other would be. At functions, the tennis or golf club or even when we just chatted over the garden fence, we stood closer together than perhaps we should, we were more touch feely and held each other's gaze that tad longer than was usual. 

We were, though, careful. We were aware that others might be watching us and we didn't take any chances. In some ways, I guess, that was the big give away for if our changing behaviour towards each other was innocent there would have been no reason to hide it, but we did.

Oddly, during this what must have been a nine month to one year build up it never really occurred to me that we would have an affair. That seemed to be an outlandish thought and was totally out of character for both of us, or so I thought.

*

"Thank you kind lady," Dan said as we stood in the hallway of my house holding strimmer I was lending him. He had phoned earlier, as it turned out just moments after Alex had left to take our daughter to see his mum in Brentwood, forty minute drive away, to ask if he could borrow it.

"You are most welcome sire," I smiled back leaning back against the wall just inside the front door. Dan stood close to me. He laid the strimmer on the floor and placed his hand against the wall just to the side of my head. We both knew I guess that something was happening. He looked at me with a serious expression on his face. I raised my eyebrows in a questioning style, but had no idea why I did that. 

"May I ask you something?"

"Yes of course," I replied realising that he had moved closer to me.

"What would Mrs Barrett say if I kissed her?"

That was totally unexpected and like a bolt out of the blue. I didn't know what to say or how to reply. He moved closer and his other hand held mine. He was so close that I could smell his aftershave, it was a nice smell and I knew that it was Tom Ford.

"Well?" He asked quietly.

"I don't really know," I stammered as I watched his face moving closer and closer to me until his lips grazed against mine.

"Perhaps she would say nothing," he whispered adding after a pause. "...and just let me kiss her."

We had kissed before, many times. Hello and goodbye pecks, thanks for the game almost air kisses, a couple of on both cheeks with arms round each other and my breasts squashed against his chest and that one evening a week or so ago at Tommy and Greta's house a few doors away. We were all very tipsy and started playing games paired up with another partner to your own. Of course I was with Dan. It was a truth or dare sort of game and someone suggested a prize for the longest kiss, lips to lips. We won it. But the game went on and all four couples continued kissing. We were like a bunch of teenagers not twenty and thirty somethings kissing and cuddling or as Tommy called it 'having a mega grope.' That evening I think the group's relationship changed for we came close to swapping partners for the night. Fortunately, common sense prevailed or did it?

As your face came closer to mine in my hallway our eyes were locked. I smiled and whispered. "She has said nothing."

Then Dan kissed me. It was electric. One of his hands went round my shoulders and the other my waist. Mine automatically went round his neck as he crushed me to him and pushed me back against the wall. Our mouths were open, our lips were squirming and our tongues were duelling. We licked and kissed, sucked and tasted each other as the kiss grew in intensity. The passion just seemed to build up so quickly and exploded in the sensations of us both realising this was precisely what we had wanted for so long. 

His hand slid down from my waist onto my jeans covered bum. He rubbed and then squeezed it; I didn't object. The kiss went on. My eyes were tightly closed and I was responding to him on a sort of automatic pilot. It did not feel wrong or out of the place when he cupped my breast, when he squeezed and pinched my nipple and when my blouse came open. I kissed him back with increased fervour when he caressed my tits outside my bra and then very soon after, inside it. His fingers on the bare flesh of my breasts and then on my naked nipple felt incredible. I was losing it, my inhibitions had gone and my resistance was waning quickly. He pushed his other hand between my legs from behind and was pressing on the seam of my jeans that runs round to the fly at the front. That was stimulating the lips of my pussy and increasing the pressure on my clit. The combination of that, his other hand on my breasts and his erection that was pushed firmly into my stomach was a heady cocktail of sensations.

"Oh fuck Monica I so want you."

"Yes Dan, yes," I groaned feeling quite incapable of coherent conversation.

"Let's go to bed."

It was then that it hit me. I was so close to being unfaithful, to committing adultery and having a man other than my husband fuck me. But not just that, it was in my own home, in my hallway my blouse was undone, my bra had been pushed away from my breasts and he had started to make me cum with his hand between my legs. And his wife, my supposed friend was next door doing her housework. That was the nub of the matter and the aspect of the whole crazy situation that seemed so ironic. That we could be fucking as Margot washed the kitchen floor and changed the sheets on the beds seemed so unfair.

"No Dan, no we can't."

"But Monica you want to don't you?"

"Oh Dan no, yes, oh I don't know sorry," I said moving away and shoving my boobs back into my bra.

"Sorry Monica," he said sounding and looking crestfallen. "I thought, er I assumed, oh fuck what a cock up, sorry."

"Don't be Dan."

"What do you mean?"

"It was me just as much as you."

"Huh?"

"I didn't stop you did I?" I said as I did the buttons up on my blouse.

"No you didn't so what does that mean?"

"I don't know, do you?"

"No, I have no bloody idea I am totally confused."

"Tell you what I said brightly let's have a cup of tea and talk about it."

We sat across the pine kitchen table from each other, drank our tea and talked.

Obviously the main part of the conversation was about us, our feelings for each other and our spouses.

"It's just so unfair on them Dan," I said.

"Yes I know, but what can we do?"

"Carry on as we have been," I suggested.

Reaching across the table he took my hands in his and said. "You know as well as I do that's impossible Monica, don't you?"

I admitted that I probably did and when he asked I confirmed that I had wanted what happened this morning as much as he did as we squeezed each other's hands. 

"It's just not practical Dan."

"What isn't?"

"You keep popping in here, she or Alex will suspect, in fact it will be so bloody obvious and there's the kids always around."

"Yes I suppose you are right, I hadn't thought of it like that."

We went round and round the bush on the how we felt, how we wanted to be with the other and how we found it hard to resist. On those topics we had answers and were in broad agreement, but when it came to the 'what now' question we had more difficulty.

And that was both an emotional conundrum and a practical one. 

The emotional involved the unfairness on our partners and our feelings that we skirted round not once mentioning love. I was pleased with that for I was scared to let it even creep into the front of my mind. As promiscuous as it sounds I was more comfortable thinking of this as being purely sexual than anything grander.

Still holding my hands Dan smiled and said.

"Monica unless we do something about this Margot and I will have to move."

"You mean that?"

"Yes love I do, I just will not be able to cope with it."

"Then," I said quietly and hesitantly. "We had better do something about it hadn't we?"

"But what?"

"I don't know," I said taking us once more into the decision cul de sac."

After loads more toing and froing and a skirting round the subject we agreed to meet for lunch.

"How about I book a room in a hotel that we can go to."

"What for lunch?" I asked the idea of a hotel exciting me. 'An assignation in a hotel in the afternoon' went through my mind. I liked it.

"Yes if you want, but I was thinking eat in a restaurant and go to the room if we both feel ok about it. A no strings thing"

We checked our phone diaries and agreed on the following Thursday. Now that it was out in the open between us I wanted to get on and do it, but that would be five whole days away. As it turned out they were agonising days. I felt bad at the way I was thinking that Alex was beginning to somewhat revolt me, even though that is a bit strong. I felt my attraction to Dan strengthening and I wanted to see him, be with him, watch him smile and hear him talk. I wanted to touch him, smell and simply look at him. God I was falling for him.

We had agreed to meet at a restaurant in town near to the old BBC building in Langham Place and that he would reserve a room at the Langham hotel. On the Tuesday and Wednesday approached I was so excited. I was like a teenager going on a first date, not a married woman going to an assignation in a hotel. I had worked out exactly what I would wear right down to my underwear and had even thought of making sure I took a spare pare of panties just in case the ones I wore got wet as they most likely would.

Fate plays such games with us. Alex left early on the Thursday morning for he was going to Manchester for the day and did not expect to be home until late, which was one of the reasons I chose that day. Little was I to know that my six-year-old daughter Emma would wake up with a streaming cold, a sore throat and cough and probably a temperature as well. It became obvious quite quickly that my only assignation that day would be with a doctor.

Dan was very understanding.

Although I still yearned for him I was pleased in some ways that we had not gone through with it. The whole assignation thing was a bit 'cold blooded' and clearly very planned by us. Unlike a one-night stand we could not put it down to spur of the moment or a mistake and I knew that the guilt I would feel with Alex, but more so my daughter would be immense. It was quite a weight off my mind not to have had sex with Dan. But the desire had not gone away. I was still flattered and interested, still fascinated by him and I still wanted him.

*

It was a crazy thing to do, but when what is between a couple's legs is driving them more than what is between their ears, crazy things do happen.

Dan pushed me back against the wall, he took me in his arms, pressed his body against me and his mouth covered mine. I did not object. Not one bit, because I wanted him as much as I knew he wanted me. I revelled in the feel of his erection pressing into my stomach, in fact, I squirmed against it. I loved my breasts being squashed against his chest and I thrilled as his hand went up the back of my dress and squeezed the cheeks of my bottom that were bare to his touch as I was wearing a thong.

We were at a dinner party at my house. Alex was holding court at the table in the dining room across the hallway. I had said that I would clear the dessert away. Dan along with Margot and the two other female partners had offered to help.

"No, we must have a token male on the clear up party," Dan had said beaming his attractive smile at the other diners. "I insist that I be that and will help our hostess."

We collected up most of the dishes and spoons and took those to the kitchen.

"So we won't be disturbed," Dan said. "I'll get the rest of the stuff."

He came back with the serving plates.

"They are engrossed talking about the new development down the road," he said putting his arms on my shoulders. "Fuck I have been so lusting after you at dinner," he went on kissing me.

He pushed me backwards, gently. The kitchen is L-shaped so by going round the corner anybody coming into the kitchen would not see us before, hopefully, we would hear them. 

"When can we Monica?" Dan said the next day when we spoke on the phone.

"I don't know."

"You still want to don't you?"

"Yes of course, in some ways, but it is adultery Dan."

"Yes I know and I have thought about that."

"I have never been unfaithful to Alex, have you to Margot?"

"Yes, I am not proud to say that I have."

"Often?"

"No just the once."

"I see."

"It was a stupid one-night-stand when I was away on business in New York."

I laughed thinking that was precisely what Alex had once said when I smelt perfume on his shirt. 

"It happens Dan."

"I want you Monica."

"Dan we should stop this now."

"But you want to, you want me don't you?"

"I am so confused; I don't know what I do want. All the lies and excuses, the guilt and even the shame really"




Neighbours Pt. 01



"Yes I know Mons, but we have to, we must. It's more than pure lust Monica."

"Is it Dan, is it really?" I asked desperately wanting to hear that this was not just an animalistic sex thing with Dan for it was far more than that for me. 

My entire view had changed as the momentum of my relationship with Dan had become more open and, quite frankly sexual. I had now admitted that it was more than sex, more than lust and more than just a fling. I was worried, but would not admit it fully, that I was falling for him

It was clear that neither of us had changed our mind although both of us were realising what a large step it was. We admitted to each other that we were pleased in some ways about the other Thursday for it was too soon, but I think we both knew that there was a grim inevitability about our relationship. We both knew that the feelings and desires would not go away, that we were still hugely attracted to the other and that episodes similar to what had gone on in my hallway a couple of weeks ago and in my kitchen yesterday were bound to happen again.

And they did.

It was late, well past midnight and the crowd had lost the appetite for fast dancing as well as the band seeming to have lost their energy for blowing up a storm. So the order of the moment was slow smooches. It was a warm night and as was customary at such times the patio doors of the clubhouse were wide open and about half of us were dancing outside on the terrace. I did not know where Alex was, but as he was not much of a dancer, I assumed he would be drinking with some of his cronies in one of the four bars. 

I was in Dan's arms. It was too close a clinch really, but I liked it. We were in the shadows away from the windows so no one could see us. His hands ran up and down my back, easing my body closer and tighter to his. My breasts were squashed against him. I felt one of his hands slide past my waist and onto my hip. It felt nice as it paused for just a moment or two before slithering a little further round and downwards. It was on the top of my bottom. I was surprised. We had danced together many times and nothing like this had happened before, but that was before those seminal moments in my hallway and at the dinner party when he had caressed my breasts and bum. Now, his confidence possibly boosted by my lack of previous resistance, his hand slid further and he squeezed the cheek of my bum. It was lovely.

"No Dan," I said softly moving away a little. "Not here."

He grabbed my wrist and rather roughly pulled me round the side of the clubhouse to a deserted area.

"How about here then," he said just before he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, full on the lips. 

I resisted at first, but slowly he wore that down and I found myself kissing him.

"This is madness," I whispered, breaking away. "Anyone could catch us."

"Monica, I don't care," he replied. Using the exact same phrase he had in my kitchen.

Hearing voices we moved further round the back of the building into an even darker area.

We kissed again. This time it was open-mouthed and whilst one of his hands squeezed my cheek, the other found my breast and cupped it.

"I have thought of hardly anything else other than you since we were supposed to go to the Langham. Have you thought about it Monica?"

I did not have the pluck to say that I too had thought of little else although perversely I was pleased that we had not gone there.

"Yes," I muttered again feeling scared because at any moment someone could walk round the corner. "But we mustn't Dan" I said pulling myself away and running back into the dance area hoping nobody would see me. Fortunately, they did not and we were able to slink back into the dinner dance.

I knew that things were getting out of control. I wanted to see Dan and be with him and, for the first time in my married life, I turned Alex down several times. I did not like doing it, but somehow and for some unfathomable reason I wanted to be faithful to Dan and not my husband!

*

This all happened some eighteen or so years ago, before we moved into the twenty-first millennium. Mobile phones were not the smart instruments they are now, there was no facebook, twitter, watsup, facetime or the like. Texting was only just getting going and emails were restricted to Pc's and could not be sent by phone. Most contact, therefore, was by phone or face to face, some even still sent letters. Dan and I spoke regularly on the phone, would chat 'over the garden fence' when we could and when Alex and Margot were out one would pop round to the other's house. Nearly always, though, either Sara, my eight year old daughter or one or both of Margot and Dan's ten year old twins were around. We had to be careful for children pick up on things and can feed information back to the other partner, so we could not pop round that much and when we did, it really was a pop and not a long stay.

So, whilst we still talked about our desires and our wish to be together, the opportunities to take things further were very limited. Limited yes, but not totally absent.

"No I'll get a cab" I said to Dan one Sunday evening after playing golf with the mixed group who met each Sunday. We always had an afternoon swindle, as they are called, then showered and changed to have an early dinner and a few drinks. Who you played with was decided by throwing your golf ball up in the air and the ones closest to each other when they landed were your partners. It was all very social and 'clubby' and welcoming to singles, both male and female. Alex had flown to the States earlier that day and Margot was visiting her mother in Leeds and would not be back until late hence. My car was in for service and Alex was supposed to be getting a cab to the airport, but that didn't turn up so he took his car leaving me without. I nearly didn't go to golf, but the chance to see and be with Dan for some time overcame my nervousness so I went.

I was hellishly nervous. I had guessed Dan would be there and had thought of not going, but my attraction to him outweighed my common sense.

"You stay with your mates

"Don't be silly, we live next door to each other."

"Exactly."

"Now don't be daft, young lady come on," he said picking up my golf bag and waving goodbye to the others.

"Take it off."

"No, I can't here."

"Why not, no one will see."

"What if someone comes along."?

"Just pull your top up, after all Mons, your tits aren't that big," Dan smiled playfully flicking one with his fingertip. That was true, but they are a respectable 33 B or C so they are a 'proper handful' as Alex often terms them or as Dan then said. "But they are fucking lovely."

Dan pulled up in a car park on Wanstead Flats a mile or so from my house. He turned off the

Ignition and the lights. It was very dark, but there was just enough light to see. 

"I take it I was not going to get an invitation for coffee Mons," he said sliding his arm along the top of my seat.

"You know I couldn't do that."

"Couldn't or wouldn't?" 

I didn't like to say that nothing would please me more than to ask you in and for us to fuck all night, but there was a problem, well two actually. Sara was there and as I said.

"Jenny is baby-sitting."

"God I've missed you Monica," he whispered just before we kissed. 

He was a good kisser, probably better than Alex I thought, immediately admonishing myself for making the sort comparison a mistress should never make between her lover and her husband. And that almost made me giggle as I was not yet his or anyone's mistress.

He clambered across the central console and pushed me into the corner of the big, leather seat. His mouth was on mine, his hand went to my breast and I felt his erection pressing against the outside of my upper leg. We kissed deeply, it was exciting and enjoyable.

His hand went into my shoulder length, dirty blond hair and he ruffled that as I stroked the side of his smooth face. He always felt and smelt so nice, features I like in a man.

After golf at our rather stuffy club I had showered and changed before eating. I was wearing a pink, vee necked, cashmere sweater with a black, knee length, pleated skirt. Smart yet relaxed was how I thought I looked and was how I felt. The skirt, though not flared, was fairly loose and as Dan pushed me back in the seat so, of course, it rode up my thighs. Despite it being mid-October, the weather was still quite warm and as Alex and I had just returned from a week in in Florida, my legs were nicely tanned so I wasn't wearing tights.

As our kiss progressed so his hand had slid inside my sweater. It felt good as he firstly caressed my boob through my bra then, after easing it out from its restraining cup, the bare skin and my nipples.

That's when Dan had said "Take it off." It's also when I, without a great deal of conviction, had demurred. It was also when, after demurring to salve my respectability, I reached behind me, unclipped the bra, removed it and pushed it into my bag. The soft cashmere felt nice on my bare tits.

We kissed more as he fondled my boobs and I undid his shirt so I could feel his fairly hairy chest with my fingers. We were pushing out the boundaries and going beyond where we had been before. I was hugely aroused and wondered just how this would end; I didn't really have any idea.

He rolled my sweater up and pushed his chest against me; that felt good. He kissed my tits and sucked my nipples. His hand went up my skirt and mine went to his erection. We were very worked up and were getting carried away. His hand was between my legs rubbing my clit and lips, mine had fumbled inside the waist band of his trousers and had found his erection. He had undone his belt, I had pulled his zip down.

"I have to fuck you Monica," he groaned thrusting his cock into the surrogate pussy I was making with my hand. 

"We can't here," I moaned back wishing that we could.

"It's ok, it's safe," he retorted pulling on the waist band of my panties.

"It's not, anyone could come along."

"We would see their lights miles away," he argued.

"No Dan, not here not like this," I groaned. 

"Mons, I can hardly stand this, please."

"No Dan. Not now, not yet."

I could not countenance the idea of consummating our relationship in this situation

"When darling, when can we?"

"Soon maybe, very soon" I groaned as I felt his hand sliding up my leg.

"Ok?" He whispered as he reached where my thighs were pressed together.

I could not believe how sordid and wanton I was being. He tried going further but the fleshiness of my thighs stopped him. He pushed more firmly.

"At least say yes to this Monica," he sighed taking my hand and placing it right on his erection. I undid his zip and fumbled inside his trousers until I found his cock. "Oh yes," he groaned as I started rubbing it. "And this," he whispered pushing harder at the flattened flesh of my thighs. "Please."

"Is this what you want Dan?" I asked opening my legs.

*

I felt terrible remorse when I let myself into my house and saw Jenny, the eighteen year old daughter of another neighbour and the close's resident babysitter. She looked at me and asked if I had a nice evening. There was a slight smile on her face as she asked that. It was almost as if she knew that just ten minutes or so ago Dan had his hand up my skirt and had two or three fingers buried deep inside me. I was still slightly aroused and my panties were still damp from where he had made me cum twice before he had shot his load into a tissue although some did go onto the grey carpet of his Merc.

It was clear that the day when we would 'go all the way' was approaching. I was torn. I wanted to have sex in a relaxed place with Dan. I was pretty convinced now that what I felt for him was not the simple lust of a purely sexual affair. In a way, when I included my feelings in the equation and recognised that it was more than sheer animalistic lust, I felt better and there was less guilt about what we doing. But in another way it made things worse for if Dan and I really did love each other as I was suspecting was the case then the resolution was more difficult and messy for everyone.

We were very careful and chose a hotel in Shoreditch in the East End of London. Dan, bless him, wanted to go to an upscale West End hotel, but I was scared we might see someone we knew in the posher areas of London. 

"I am in seven forty two. Great views over the Peabody buildings, Liverpool Street Station and the other erstwhile slums of the East End," he said when I phoned him from Liverpool Street Station

"Sounds wonderfully romantic Dan."

"It's a nice room, well it's a suite really."

"Why do we want that?"

"I don't like eating in bedrooms, see you soon."

That previous Sunday, Dan had made me cum in his car. After I had opened my legs, he had quickly eased his hand right up to the top and onto my pussy inside the snug panties. I was already starting cum when he rubbed me outside the satin gusset of my thong and when he fumbled his fingers inside them and inside me, he completed the job.

"Oh god Dan," I groaned as wave after wave of wonderful sensations flooded my mind and body. I gripped him tightly round his neck.

"Was it good Mons?"

"It was wonderful," I groaned feeling marvellously sordid lying back in the front seat of the Merc my thong round my thighs with Dan's fingers still in me and my hand holding his erection.

I was hellishly nervous getting ready to meet him a few days later. Alex was still in New York and Margot was playing in an overnight corporate golf day at Sandwich in Kent. We had the afternoon and the evening, not to mention the night to ourselves. 

Dan had phoned me later on the Sunday evening and twice on the Monday. I had eventually agreed to meet him at a hotel. It was not exactly stated, but it was clear that we were meeting for sex, although Dan did say. "If at any time you want to stop Mons, just say so."

By my actions that morning, however, my intent was clear. After I had showered, washed and styled my hair, done my toe and fingernails and fixed the little make-up I use, I went to my underwear drawer. I already had in mind what I was going to wear. As I walked into my dressing room and looked at my naked form in the full-length mirror, I wondered what Dan would think, now that I was in a weight off period. Cupping my tits and staring at my reflection, I smiled and said to myself.' Should still be big enough for him though.'

I slipped the burgundy, silk French knickers up my legs and checked that look. I was pleased with it the dark material was set off nicely against my skin. My tits were nice and pert and had not sagged even though I had been lazy after childbirth. I could not do anything about my slightly chunky thighs and the modest baby tum pod, but he had seen them when I wore my bikini in the hot tub so, presumably he was ok with them and with Margot he was used to a bit of excess.

Smiling, when I put on the burgundy silk bra, of the Agent Provocateur set, I thought. 'A proper sized bra this time' as opposed to the size too small I had been wearing the first time he had seen my boobs in a bra. I mulled over the idea of wearing stockings, particularly lacy topped, holdups, but thought that was a little 'outré' on a first date. On top, I wore a simple, button up the front, low cut, short sleeved, black dress with some yellow markings and a yellow, linen jacket. Earlier I had been to my gay hairdresser at the local Toni and Guy. He had spent an hour or so styling my long, wavy, dirty blonde coloured hair into the 'dragged through a hedge backwards look' that he told me in his camp, lispy way was very fashionable. It was also ridiculously expensive at sixty-five pounds for a wash and blow dry.

The tube ride to my adulterous destiny only took forty minutes and I was het up all the way. At a couple of stations I thought seriously of turning back, but I did not although I did sit down at Liverpool Street station and had a good think. 

I had been thinking about my marriage a great deal since Dan and I had 'started. Alex was a difficult man to love. He was a larger than life figure, hugely charismatic and extremely outgoing. He was a constant flirt, which for the first few years of our marriage I had believed he took no further. The subsequent years proved that he did take it further and I had caught and forgiven him, but was not at all sure that he was still on the straight and narrow with me. I guess in some ways, apart from my strong attraction to Dan, I was rattling along on the Central Line in a 'what's good for the gander' frame of mind. Even as I took a cab from Liverpool Street station and saw the hotel I was thinking. 'Is that enough to commit adultery and risk my marriage?'

"I am so nervous Dan," I said after he had let me into the room and I was in his arms.

"But you want to don't you darling?"

"Yes Dan I do, but then I know I shouldn't," I replied as we kissed.

"Do you want lunch? Or a drink?"

As part of my weight off campaign I had not drunk much for a few weeks, and the idea appealed.

"Steady the nerves," he smiled as I looked down and saw that he had an erection. That excited me.

"OK yes, thanks, a glass of white wine would be lovely. I doubt I could eat."

"But you can you make love can't you darling?"

The increase in the intensity of my kiss and the way I writhed my body against his with my arms round his neck gave him his answer.

It was over ten years since anyone other than Alex had undressed me, but standing in the suite with the bedroom door open and the big, king sized bed beckoning me, Dan brought back all those wonderfully, exciting memories.

The initial cupping of my breasts outside my clothes, the fumbling at the back of the skirt, the running of his hands up my legs and the cupping and squeezing of my bottom in the luxuriant, burgundy material.

The exchanges of ooos and ahs and sighs and gasps as we each felt another thrill or exciting view from our partner.

My hand ruffling his hair, stroking his neck, running up and down his back and my fingers inching into the deep blue, heavy cotton casual shirt he was wearing.

The fumbling as the need to go further became more urgent for both of us. My breasts and nipples were screaming out for his love and attention. The necessarily slow unbuttoning of my dress just to my waist at first. After the first few had revealed the swell of my boobs in the deep red bra, he had paused and had adored my breasts, cupping, squeezing, caressing and pinching them.

It was not all one-way though. I had eased a couple of his buttons undone. I had ran my fingers through the nice covering of brown hairs on his chest and, playfully almost, pinched his nipples. As he lifted my breasts and sucked my nipples still inside my bra, I pulled his shirt out from his beige chinos. Then, as he pushed my dress off my shoulders and let it bunch round my waist, I held his erection through his trousers.

"Let's go to bed Monica," he said quietly.

Still in each other's arms kissing, we shuffled to the bedroom. Events, the atmosphere and my arousal had now taken over. I still had reservations about what we were about to do, but deep down I had lost them about doing it. It was just the aftermath and what might happen later that concerned me.

We stood by the bed, my hands on his shoulders, his on my hips in the folds of my dress. We looked at each and we smiled.

"At last Monica, at long, long last, yes?"

"Yes Dan, at last," I replied as we kissed once more. It was long, lingering and languid; the need for urgency had now gone

My dress slid to the floor and his shirt came off. He held me at arms-length and ran his eyes up and down me. 

"You are gorgeous Monica and I just love the underwear."

"Worn especially for you Dan, but talking about underwear...isn't one of us a little overdressed?"




Neighbours Pt. 01



He saw what I meant and smiling he unzipped himself and slid his trousers off and welcomingly taking his socks off with them. He looked wonderful in his tight, modern Y fronts. His cock, which was at an angle of about ten o'clock across his lovely flat stomach, looked even thicker than my mind recalled from holding it.

The undressing continued with my bra coming off as we moved inexorably towards committing adultery.

We kissed and ground our bodies together.

Our hands felt the other's body on both the bare places and those still covered.

He squeezed, caressed and pinched my breasts and I rubbed and stroked his gorgeous cock.

My breasts came out of the bra and my hand was in his underpants. He kissed and sucked my breasts and I stroked his cock.

"Not too much Mons, I won't last the first time," he groaned rubbing my clit through the smooth softness of the silk.

"Nor will I darling," I grunted as I started to cum. "See," I said as standing up I sighed and moaned as for one of the first times I smiled myself to an orgasm. 

"That was wonderful Mons, you looked lovely," he said cuddling and consoling me through the heights of my climax and the downward plunge back to near normality.

We lay on the bed for a while until the tremors subsided and he started to stroke my breasts again. He sucked and chewed my nipples as I rolled his Y- fronts down and got his cock out. God it felt wonderful. 

"Oh fuck Monica I want you so much," he grunted as he pulled away a little to push his underpants down and off. I took that opportunity to slide out of my French knickers.

We were both naked, flesh on flesh, nudity against nudity. It was so intimate, erotic, sexual and exciting that I could not imagine how it could be wrong, although by many standards it was. At that moment, though, wrong and right were the furthest things from my mind. All that I could concentrate on was the impending sex with Dan, his cock and me being fucked.

"Yes Dan, yes," I grunted as he rolled on top of me.

"Do you want me to wear anything?"

"No, nothing I want you in me and nothing else. I want to feel you."

He took it slowly. Kissing me as he wiggled between my legs, which I parted for him, he positioned his cock right against the lips of my pussy. Holding me tight and looking into my eyes he whispered.

"Ready?"

"Oh yes Dan, I am so ready" I sighed back.

He eased himself up me deliciously slowly. That gave me the chance to savour every moment of that very special time, a new lover's first penetration. It was gorgeous and if I had any remaining doubts about what we were doing, Dan's entry to my insides drove them away.

"Ok darling?" He asked.

He held himself still and rigid inside me as he raised his body up so he could look into my eyes.

"Oh yes Dan, yes."

"You want more?" He smiled.

"Of course I do."

"What do you want?"

"I want you Dan."

"And what do you want me to do Mons?"

"I want you to fuck me."

Pressing his body down on mine and putting his arms round me, he squashed my tits and started to pump in and out. It was wonderful and I was soon moaning and sighing at the gorgeous sensations he was giving me as we found a mutual rhythm. I ran my hands up and down his back, being very careful to avoid raking my fingernails down him; I surprised myself how quickly I fell into the habit of a mistress. I gripped his bum cheeks as he quickened the pace and depth of his thrusts into me.

"Oh Monica, this won't take long, sorry."

"Don't be silly, cum as quickly as you need to," I responded as he slammed himself up and down me.

Making animalistic grunting sounds I could feel that he was reaching his climax and that put me over the top. As my mind went into the fog of my orgasm I remember thinking how wonderful it was that our first fuck should end with such a dynamic, mutually satisfying ending.

As Dan's movements inside me slowed down and gradually stopped, so my emotions welled up. I started to sob.

"What is it Monica?" He asked as my body shuddered and the tears ran down my cheeks.

"Oh I don't know."

"Was it no good?"

"No it was fine, but it's all the other stuff."

"What you mean Alex and Sara and, of course Margot and the kids?"

"Yes" I muttered as he slid out of me, but continued to hold me. "I just cannot think how I will be able to face her."

"Margot?"

"Yes."

"What about Alex."

"Oddly that seems less daunting, but will still be awful."

"Easier I guess because he has done it to you."

"Yes, and Margot has done nothing to hurt me. It makes me feel guilty."

We chatted like that for a while.

"I had better get cleaned up," I said moving away from him on the bed.

"Fancy some lunch, it's only half past two."

That made me laugh. As I got off the bed and walked away from Dan very conscious that he would be staring at my bum, he went on.

"After all, the way you are making me feel Monica, we might be here a very long time indeed."

That made me smile, I stopped, turned round and returned to where he was lying on the bed. Leaning forward so that my boobs grazed against his chest, I took his face in my hands and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Thank you Dan, thank you so much" I whispered as he cupped my breast.

"What for Monica?"

"Just being you and making me feel so good."

I stayed in the bedroom when the lunch was delivered, but then joined Dan in the lounge to eat the steak and salad he had ordered. I marvelled at his confidence of being clad in just a white fluffy dressing gown supplied by the hotel when the waiter delivered the food. Worrying a little as we finished a bottle of Chablis for I knew I would have to go home on the tube later and certainly did not want to smell of booze, I slowly relaxed, began to feel very mellow and extremely warm towards Dan. 

Finishing my meal, I went and sat on his lap. I slid my arms round his neck and kissed him. His hand almost immediately slipped inside the lapel of my dressing gown and right onto my breast. We kissed for a while as he squeezed and pinched both my boobs and nipples, before pulling the lapels apart.

"Jesus Mons these are bloody fabulous," he sighed staring at my tits and licking each one.

"Glad you like them."

"I hardly realised what I have been missing most of my life," he smiled sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

"Let's go back to bed," I whispered, my need to feel him increasing.

We dropped our gowns on the floor and lay beside each other on the bed kissing and caressing the other's body. He was not quite hard yet. I stroked and rubbed it until I got it nearly there. All that time he was stroking and kissing my breasts and telling me how wonderful they are.

"You really like them then?" I asked.

"I love them, I can't get enough of them."

Plucking up the courage to take the initiative, I looked into his eyes and said quietly.

"Do you love them enough to want to fuck them Dan?"

"Oh yes, yes Monica, yes I do."

"Stay right there," I said getting up and going to the bathroom where I had noticed a small bottle of body lotion.

Getting back onto the bed the lotion in my hand, I lay down and squeezed a generous portion of it into my cleavage. Spreading that up the side of each of my boobs as I had done for Alex many times I whispered.

"Come on then Dan," I said placing each hand on the outside of a breast.

He knelt across my chest, his cock sticking rigidly upwards his balls hanging down. Shuffling down a little holding on to his dick he positioned that just above my cleavage and then lowered himself down so that it rested on my chest between them. Looking into his eyes I pressed my tits together capturing his cock between them in the surrogate cunt I was forming for him.

"Oh Monica" he sighed leaning forward and kissing me. "They are fantastic."

"Make love to them Dan, please."

"Oh yes," he grunted starting to move in the lubricated passageway.

"Please darling, please."

"What my love."

"Fuck them Dan, fuck my tits."

Grabbing my head, he thrust up and down as I held the flesh of my boobs firmly together.

It is a very intimate and I find highly erotic act to have your tits fucked, but it leaves a lot to be desired and soon Dan slid downwards. I opened my legs to greet him as he sunk himself deep inside me.

Again, a little disappointingly for both of us, it was over quickly, but nevertheless very satisfyingly.

I would have liked there to have been a third time lucky, but age has its difficulties so we left it.

However, with Alex still in the US and Margot having decided to stay a couple more days in Kent, we had plenty of time for that. 

Dan came to my house for dinner the next night. I also invited Ken and Michelle explaining that both Alex and Margot were away and we wanted company. "Well chaperones really" Dan laughed and they joined in at the preposterousness of the remark! Both Ken and Michelle work in the city as traders and leave the close by, at the latest six each morning and religiously go to bed by ten so that would leave us a plenty of time together before Dan would have to return to his children next door. We were quickly learning the processes needed by lovers.

Ken and Michelle had hardly Left the house when we were kissing and almost tearing at each other's clothes. We never did get them off and we fucked a la Basic Instinct with me backed up against the wall, my blouse undone and boobs pulled out of my bra, my panties round my ankles, skirt pulled up and Dan's trousers round his knees. Incongruous looking perhaps, but so thrilling and enjoyable.

My knickers had come off and I went to do up my bra, but he said.

"No leave it Mons, take your bra off," he said picking up my panties. "Want these?"

Shaking my head, I replied. "What you want topless clearing up?" I smiled going into the kitchen where the remnants of the dinner party littered the room.

"Yes of course," he called out from the hall.

I removed both my bra and blouse. "Come on then," I called out and then smiled and giggled when he came in to the kitchen. He was wearing just his underpants.

"We're like two bloody teenagers," I said as he took me into his arms.

"Yes Monica," he whispered into my ear sounding more serious. "Or like a couple in love."

I pulled back and looked into his eyes saying quietly.

"Are we Dan, are we really?"

The look in his eyes told me he was being serious and was actually putting into words exactly how I felt.

"Yes my darling, I think we are don't you?"

That gave me a quandary. I hesitated.

"Well Mons?"

"Please don't ask me Dan."

"Why Monica, don't you feel the same?"

"I don't know, I think so, but I am scared to admit it to myself."

"I know, I understand," he whispered into my ear running his hands up and down my back and onto my bottom. "Let's forget that for the moment."

"Let's go upstairs."

I should not really have taken him where I did, but I led him to my marital bedroom and we stood in the room that was lit just by the lamp from the road.

"Are you sure here, Monica?"

"Yes Dan, yes I am sure," I assured him.

"What if Sara wakes up."

"She won't, but if she did she calls out; she would never get up," I told him feeling quite awful that I was about to take a man to my bed with my daughter asleep just down the corridor and his children next door with Jenny the baby sitter.

He pulled me towards the bed. We lay down still kissing and still in each other's arms. He moved his head down to my breasts and made beautiful love to them with his mouth as with his other hand he rubbed and caressed me between my legs. I was gasping with intense feelings and was cradling his head and running my fingers through his thick hair. His mouth left my breasts and I felt it on my chest and moving down to my navel, into which he wiggled his tongue. He licked the slight swell of my tummy that was the result of my lack of discipline after the birth of my Sara. I breathed in hoping the mummytum wouldn't show too much. Fortunately it did not seem to bother him and he slid further downwards until his lips were on the start of my pubic patch. His hands were on my thighs, which were still closed. He applied a slight pressure to my thigh as he ran his tongue through my landing strip so that it went close to my clit.

"May I Mons?" He considerately asked running his fingers along the wet lips of my pussy.

At that moment, other than having his cock in me I could think of nothing that I desired more than his mouth and tongue on my clit and pussy; I adore oral sex.

Smiling, I sighed. "Mmmmmm yes of course," as I slowly opened my thighs.

His tongue pressing right on my clit sent a burst of really high octane sensations through me. I grunted, grabbed his head arched my back and moaned.

"Oh yes."

He was very good at it and no part of my pussy went without some of his fantastic attention. He combined licking and kissing me with his tongue and mouth with stroking and caressing my thighs and tummy with his fingers. The combination made for powerful surges of intense feelings and he soon took me to that lovely place just beneath the crest of an orgasm. It's that place where a woman has most of the feelings and pleasure of a climax, but not the explosive outpouring of emotions that comes with a full orgasm. Yes it's that place where a skilful lover can hold his partner, bring her close to explosion and then ease off so that she has the equivalent of one long, consistent near climax. And Dan was a master at this. I have no idea how long he held me there, but it was wonderful and he knew exactly the right time to tip me over the edge. 

Pressing the tip of his tongue right on my clit, he pushed two or three fingers in me and using them as a surrogate cock he started to finger fuck me. That roared me to a glorious, full on orgasm.

He held me through the shuddering, moaning and quivering as my body slowly returned to some form of normality. I was holding him, stroking his head and back, sighing deeply and whispering how wonderful it was into his ear. At last the sensations subsided and I was left with that beautiful post-orgasm glowing warmth.

"You seemed to enjoy that Mons," he said smiling running the back of his fingers across my boobs and nipples, which incredulously sprang back to attention.

"Oh yes Dan yes, I did," I sighed kissing him deeply as my entire mind and body filled with love for this 'new' man in my life. "It was wonderful, thank. Thank you so much."

"Monica please, never ever thank me for sex. It is not something I do or give, it is a we and us thing."

"God you are a gorgeous man," I said covering his face in little kisses as I felt his erection against my thigh. Momentarily I had forgotten he had not cum. I stroked it and said. "And so is this gorgeous," as I slid my body downwards. I looked up, caught his eye and smiling said. "May I Dan?"

He laughed. "Be my guest, it's all yours."

I kissed the bulbous end of his cock. Now I was up so close to it I found it to be beautiful and so desirable. Holding it, I licked its length from where it slid into his scrotum right up to its tip. I did that several times as he pulled my hair. The combination of the sheer sexual excitement of what I was doing to him, his nudity and the slight waves of pain that I got from him pulling on my hair were like nothing I had experienced since before my marriage, other than with David that is.

I slid it between my lips and slowly moved my mouth down its long, hard, warm length until it was pressing against the back of my throat. I held it there for a few moments and then as slowly as I had gone down it, I brought my lips up until they were kissing the end of it again. I repeated that several times at the slow speed and then, as his hips began to move with the same rhythm, slightly faster. At the same time, I cupped his balls, stroked them, squeezed them gently and scratched that patch of skin between his scrotum and anus.

"Oh fuck yes, yes, you lovely woman," he groaned pulling my hair harder. That hurt, but it didn't matter for the pain merged with my arousal.

I was wondering how far I should go, how long he would take to cum and indeed if he wanted to cum this way. I was holding his cock and licking and sucking it as I caressed his thighs and stomach, squeezed his balls and scratched between his legs, my finger going ever nearer to his anus. He was pulling my hair and moaning and groaning as his hips began to move to the same rhythm as I was sucking him. He gripped my head with both hands as he started to fuck my face with long deep thrusts.

"Oh Mons, stop, please stop, I am so near."

Taking it out of my mouth, I muttered. "So why stop Dan?"

"Really Mons, really you don't mind?"

"No Dan, not one bit," I groaned back as the thought of him cumming in my mouth excited me.

"Margot doesn't do that" he groaned.

"But Monica does," I grinned wrapping my lips round his cock and cradling his balls in my hand again.

"Oh god you are incredible," he groaned as my mouth and his cock restored their earlier rhythm.

I could feel the extra tension in his balls as they prepared themselves to do their duty. He was grunting and moaning as he pushed himself deep into my mouth and held it there.

"Oh Monica, Monica," he groaned as his cock spurted its seed into my throat. He seemed to go on a long time, far longer than my husband does, I found myself thinking guiltily as I removed it from my mouth. I moved up the bed a little until we were looking into each other's eyes. Then tipping my head backwards in a rather exaggerated manner I swallowed my lover's cum.

*

What had started as a mild flirtation, had then grown into a fling and had become a sexual liaison was now a full on love affair. We regularly now professed our love for each other and admitted that we could not live without the other.

"But I am not sure I can go on like this Dan," I told him one evening when he had met me at Wanstead station and we had driven to a car park on the flats. He had parked in the most secluded place we could find and we had kissed for some time.

We had discussed leaving Alex and Margot several times and he had declared himself ready to do that, but I had not felt able to break up my family.

"What do you suggest darling?" He asked his hand up my jumper and inside my bra.

"I just don't know."

We had numerous conversations like this when we managed to steal some time together at one or the other houses or when he met me off the tube after work or when we organised an afternoon in a hotel. Each time I was no nearer to reaching a decision and as is my way I simply let things drift.

It went on for the best part of two years during which time Margot had another baby. Inevitably it ended in tears, but that is a completely different story that one day I may tell you.



Neighbours Pt. 01



She turned to fully face me. Her face was flushed. I could appreciate the perfection of her boobs, topped with the most beautiful and very erect brownish-pink nipples which were displaying the after effects of her sister's attention, the pleasurable soreness giving each nipple a red tinge. Her areolae, a deeper colour, provided the perfect match for the now tanned skin of her breasts. 

"No white bits then?" I ventured. 

"Dad! Behave yoursel!" she scolded. "Yes I do have white bits. But you're not going to see." 

I pouted my bottom lip. She came closer, her tits almost in my face, her nipples fully erect. This wasn't the first time she'd done this and it was usually when she wanted something, often money. 

"So can you lend me £20 please?" 

"You know how tight money is at the moment." 

"But I'll pay it back." 

"You'll have to ask mum. You know how my work is at the moment." 

With that she sat herself down on my lap, her left breast touching my face (oh yes, this was always move 2). I felt the soft, still moist skin gently pressing against my cheek. There was still the warmth of the hot shower, the lingering scent of the shower gel. I felt my hardness again growing rapidly, becoming almost unbearable, restricted by my shorts and now by Sam's cute butt. Without asking I put my hand on her waist just above the towel. I was seriously hard and Sam knew it. She stood up in mock alarm. 

'Dad!" she chided again, glancing at my tented shorts and, I thought, a little bemused by the size of the tent. Sam had said this before. She (like many other girls) knew exactly what she was doing. This was a game - the sole prize being paper cash transferred from my possession to hers. 

"Please, dad. I'll give it you back as soon as I can." How many times had I heard that? 

Her firm breasts, soft and scented, rested briefly against my arm as she kissed me on the cheek, reminded me of the powerful bargaining tool women use. I sensed yet another cash flow problem. Sam had cleared out her bank account and was waiting for her wages from her part time waitress work. She glanced down again before gently lowering herself on to the offending bulge. I took that to mean she felt comfortable, maybe more aroused by the way she had control over its size and rigidity. Move 3 suddenly came in to play. Her butt moved gently but firmly against my bulge. Believe me, I almost came in my pants. 

"Please, dad. I'm totally broke." 

I was horny, so fuckin' horny. It just wasn't Elaine's fault, she was working her socks off to keep us solvent. I wondered how much I could push Sam. 

"OK then, persuade me." I moved my hand again up her side, just underneath her breast. I wondered how much she needed the cash. My hand was now cupping, then lightly stroking, the bottom of a very delicious tit. It was most certainly a game. A game Sam was determined to win. She and I were very close and each time the game progressed a little further. She knew she could stop, pull out of the game at any time. But she also knew how much she needed the cash. 

"How about showing me your white bits?" I just managed to ease my hand into my shorts pocket. There were four £10 notes. "Before your sister comes downstairs." 

Sam looked at me. The kind of look that told me she was seriously considering whether or not to take up my offer. 

"£20 you pay back and £20 you don't." My hand was now gently brushing a very erect nipple. She shivered involuntarily, unable to deny that her reaction was as apparent to me as my arousal was to her. 

"Dad!" Not quite so chiding this time. "Don't ... That's so pervy" But her voice trailed off. 

"Well?" I made to stuff the cash back in my pocket. 

I could hear the shower still running. Was Karen attending to her own needs? Sam almost reluctantly stood up, loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor. She stood silently, watching my eyes move down her tanned body until they focussed on their target. Of course, there wasn't even a hint of stubble. Unhidden by a mass of pubic hair I could see a deep long groove, her pubis, a reddened pink, her lips stilll puffy from her sister's touch. Her sex was still aroused and gave it a sense of perfection in every way possible. A sensuous valley. Parting her legs slightly only served to enhance the view. Was there an extra dampness there? Were her feminine juices still flowing freely? It really seemed as if they were. And white? Well not quite so. There was a pale tanning as if her vee had been exposed to the sun. After too short a time she turned around, moved over to the suitcase and leaned over it. 

As quite a few clothes were now dumped on the carpet, the hairdryer was easy to find, but that didn't stop me getting an enhanced view of that swollen ripe split peach, nor a view of the puckered hole above. Nor too of the slight browning surrounding that puckered hole. As if suddenly aware of the extra visual delights she was offerening, she rapidly found the hair dryer and was about to return, towel in hand, upstairs. 

"Don't you need this now then?" 

Sam looked half flustered, came over and took the 4 tenners from my hand, again revealing her silky smooth wares. 

"Thanks, dad!" She smiled. 

I patted my lap. 

"And a kiss?" I turned a cheek towards her. 

"DAD!! What the fuck is wrong with you today? You wanted me to drop the towel, you fondled my tits, you watch me bend over like a prize perv and now you want me sit, naked, on your lap. Isn't mum giving you enough?" 

"Well no actually ... you see she's working hard for all of us. She's tired ... and we don't ... well ... it's 3 weeks ago ... but you're right. I'm sorry." I felt embarrassed at spilling all that out. 

Perhaps I'd opened up too much. Too much information in too short a time. Sam came over. Sat on my lap, almost a saddened look on her face. She knew it was a sexual game and that I wouldn't abuse her. She gave me a cuddle. One, two, three, four ... I lost count of the kisses. 

"I'm sorry too. Here." She stood again. Twirled slowly around, came close, made sure I got a good look. Then abruptly picked up her towel and hairdryer and went upstairs. 

A few minutes later I heard both girls talking, joking and giggling in their bedroom before they came down, smartly and sexily dressed, and went on their way. All too soon it would be time for them to return to university bedsits. 

Before Elaine was due back from work I still had the problem of feeling incredibly horny. I also felt very guilty. For fuck's sake I'd persuaded my own daughter to show me what was a very intimate, private part of her, even offering her a bribe. But she had done what I asked with minimum persuasion. What would she think of me? Would she tell Elaine? I needed it. Something to spice up a boring day. Something brought about because of Elaine's tiredness? I was confused, so bloody confused. I tidied the suitcases sufficiently to find a holiday's worth of pheromone-loaded panties. My visit to the bathroom was far too short to enjoy my horniness to the max. So hyped up, with sights, touches and now scents, it took literally seconds before gallons of cum shot excitedly from my engorged member. I wiped up my cum, still feeling guilty. 

-- 

It's always hard work getting the twins prepped and away to uni, so I enjoyed lying on the lounger taking the weakened but welcome September sun. Sam had been grumpy since the evening she'd returned from holiday. No texts from Alec, her boyfriend, while she was in Spain and things had cooled with him since then. Elaine and I couldn't remember whether Alec was boyfriend #10 or #11. According to what we overheard, one-night fucks didn't count. Sam and Karen were well aware of safe sex and it was up to them to pick and choose. Sam would no doubt find someone at uni she deemed fit enough to be allowed to sample the inside of her treasure box. Elaine had taken the previous day off work and had driven Karen the 50 miles to her bedsit. Later in the day I drove Sam the longer distance to hers. She never mentioned my desire to see her totally naked, but she seemed OK about it. 

Reaching the bedsit, her home until the Christmas break, I helped Sam empty her gear from the car. Only one of her fellow residents had arrived and there was a cheerful exchange having not seen each other since the start of the long summer break. All belongings safely stowed in her room, a few tears passed between us. Sam would phone us regularly, but she would use the mid-term break for extra studies. 

"Well, I'd better be going," I said, ready for the 2 hours plus drive. 

"Aren't you going to give me a hug first? I won't see you till Christmas." Sam still looked tearful. 

"Of course ... come here." 

Sam's young, firm and adequate breasts insistently pushed against me as we hugged. The scent of her hair. Perfume lightly applied behind her ear, fragrance from a body spray gave her sweatshirt a hint of extra freshness. 

I wasn't expecting a kiss full on the lips. The kiss lasted for more than a few seconds. I made to move away, but Sam's hug told me that was not what she wanted. She hugged me tight, not letting go as her lips parted, slowly but deliberately. Her arms moved from my waist to my shoulders, pulling me firmly downwards and adding pressure to our second kiss. 

'Wow, certainly wasn't expecting a boyfriend kiss.' I thought. I'd witnessed these occasionally when they'd been at ours. A boyfriend kiss was a term that the twins used to distinguish the difference between a normal kiss on the lips, and one where lips were well parted, tongues etc. 

'Dare I do this?' Sam's conscience tugged at her. 'I don't think I've seen mum and dad kiss like this.' 

'OK. She's offering. Why don't I respond?' My conscience wasn't quite so caring. 

My hands rested on her waist, by no means the slimmest but Sam very much had an hourglass figure. She seemed a bit hesitant at first, I suppose like she might be with a new boyfriend. I played along, perhaps Sam felt a little guilty about non-repaid loans. As the kiss progressed she seemed less tense. Had I been 20 years younger, I could well have been a boyfriend. But I was neither. Gradually I let my mouth relax a bit more, the way I would do with Elaine; not often these days, true, but occasionally we did. My own lips parted wide and I could feel myself being drawn into a spell of Sam's making. I let her interpret that as she pleased. 

'Wow, dad took the hint. This feels good.' 

At first tense, Sam's body began to relax. I relaxed too. I could feel my body responding in the way nature taught it. Within minutes Sam had taken me back in time to my very first erotic kiss. Our two mouths were beginning to become one, fused and almost inseparable. Our heads instinctively turned to an angle that maximised lip contact. Saliva flowed within. Our teeth briefly touched and our tongues sought compelling erotically charged exchanges. Elaine hadn't kissed me this way for quite some time. Without thinking, perhaps an inborn reponse, I began to press my groin against Sam. Immediately feeling guilty I pulled away again, but Sam pushed against me, her hands moving from my shoulders to my butt. There was no way she couldn't feel my arousal. 

'How hungry are you Sam? Do you want to explore my mouth? Do you want to rub against me?' 

'Hell, dad's making me feel so good. He's obviously so horny with mum being so tired. If only I could admit he's a much better kisser than any of my boyfriends. I'll step it up a little.' 

My head was full of Sam scent - her hair, her body. My lower chest was pressed against the soft cushioning fullness of her breasts. I felt Sam's hand seek mine. She released her hug enough to guide it under her top, upwards to her breast. 

'Fuck it. He's making me feel so damned horny. This CAN'T be so wrong, can it?' 

'Holy shit. What am I doing? I just wanted to show dad he's appreciated and loved. His kisses are so damned good he's making me horny as hell. I can't stop now.' 

'I really shouldn't let Sam make the moves. Oh fuck it. Wrong or not, Sam must need this.'. 

Sam was wanting me to play along. Her idea. Nothing wrong, surely? I gently moved my hand, lightly tickling the sensitive skin there. Sam was well blessed with beautiful breasts. I flicked her nipple ever so softly. It was rigid. I sensed her shiver. Our tongues eagerly explored, seeking and dwelling on the best sensations. My hand cupped under her breast, feeling its fullness, taking its weight. 

'Wowee! He kisses real great. But he's my dad. What the hell. He's good. He's gentle and he damn well knows he's turning me on.' 

The angel on my left shoulder told me this was all wrong. She's my daughter for fuck's sake. I tried to pull away. Sam was having none of it. I felt her sex push against my erection, moving, now grinding hard against it. The devil on my other shoulder bade me push and grind back. 

Eventually the angel's advice fully took hold. I broke away, stood back a little. We both breathed in air. 

"Wow, dad. Where did you learn to do that? I wish I was mum." 

"Oh, a long time ago." Truth was I hadn't kissed Elaine like that for years. And grind against her? Perhaps, but it seldom happened. 

"Dad, I'm really sorry about the day we came back from holiday. I was tired after the journey. I really didn't know that you and mum ... you know ... haven't ... " 

She seemed somewhat lost about exactly what to say. 

"That was for looking after mum." 

Again I said I needed to be on my way. Sam could easily back out, but she had other ideas. She pulled me to her. 

"And this is for looking after me and lending me money until my student loan comes through." 

'Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was supposed to be just a boyfriend kiss. It's got more than that. It's wrong but it feels so fucking right. And I'm so horny and my panties are getting wet.' 

'If i don't do this now I'll regret that I missed the chance.' 

It was much more than a kiss. She knew. I knew. 

Pulling away again, Sam unzipped her Levis, moved my hand down to allow me to touch her panties. They were silky, nice to touch. My middle finger ran down, pushing the fabric against her long smooth groove. It stuck there, creating a cameltoe. I slowly managed to run my finger up and down. She shivered several times. 

'Now I'm very sure this is right,' thought Sam, 'He's so gentle.' 

I could tell that Sam was thinking something over in her mind, then she slowly pulled my hand away. 

'No, I shouldn't have done that. I've gone too far. Sam's quitting.' 

But my thoughts were completely wrong. Sam unfastened the Levis, pulled them down to give my finger access inside her silky green panties. I hesitated, still unsure whether I should continue. 

"Please, dad. It's ok." She must have read my body language. "Really. I mean it. You're so gentle. I'm not used to that." 

I could remember when I was her age. Quick fumbles were never gentle. I nodded and smiled. "If you're sure." 

Parting her legs slightly she ensured my fingers could part the narrow fabric of her thong, so I could dip into her well of sex juices. Her pussy lips were tight and smooth, far tighter than Elaine's. The skin folds pushed together, gripping my middle finger. So aroused was she that I could easily find her engorged clit, as we kissed deeply again. She was wet, very wet, as if this had been well planned beforehand. Anticipation leading to desire. So, if she knew and anticipated this, I owed it to her to go through with her plan. Our mouths met again. This was pure unrestricted lust. 

'No, no, no. This is my daughter. It's all so wrong.' 

'Yes, but she's offering. You need it. She needs it. Take it man. Elaine has denied you. Sam has been denied by her boyfriend. It's only a kiss and grope. Take it.' The devil was winning me over. WHY NOT? 

Yes, but what if ... ' the angel began again. I could almost sense the devil giving the angel an evil stare. 

I could easily, gently, lazily move my finger just the quarter, half inch it needed. Sam's clit was so responsive, the much younger nerve endings sending messages immediately to the pleasure part of her brain. Her jaw tightened several times just enough for me to know exactly that sexual energy pulses were radiating through her. The shivers, the times when she broke our kiss to let out soft moans. Her hands suddenly gripping me. And me? Rock fucking hard solid. The guilt feelings were ebbing away. A few minutes more and ..." 

'Oh dad. Please don't pull away again. Just keep touching there.' 

"Slowly dad. Please. Hold back. I don't want to come just yet." 

I felt her mouth tense again several times as we deeply kissed again. My fingers were hardly moving as I tried hard to keep her right on the edge, then ... 

"Mmmmmm." Her fingers dug hard into my skin then clenched tightly. Muscles in all parts of her tightened then fully relaxed. "Ohmygod ... Fuck ... Ohhhhhhh!!" 

"Ouch!" This time she bit my lip. 

"Sorry dad." 

'But don't stop. You're doing it just right." 

Sam pulled away again, rolling her eyes, breathing heavily. Thinking she'd come, I pulled away too. 

'That's it. She's has her pleasure. Either that or she thinks I've gone too far.' 

"NO DAD, NO. DON'T STOP NOW." 

Her breaths were coming in gulps. 

She pulled my head towards her, eager to resume the kiss. I began again to massage that oh so sweet spot between her legs. Her kisses became furious. I could sense the tension within her, waiting for her clit to command her to come. 

She let go of my head. Pulled back. Her breaths became deeper and deeper. 

"Don't stop, PLEASE DAD. Faster. Don't stop. Faster, please, please, please. Ohh, ohhhh. 

But this time I slowed again. Slowed ... right ... down. 

"Noooo, dad, PLEASE. Oh fuck. You stopped just as I was gonna come." 

A pause. A long pause. 

Little by little my finger moved again. The one finger that can bring such pleasure. We kissed again. Sam pulled my head roughly so our lips became locked in another kiss. I speeded up a bit. The muscle stretching began again, her fingers dug into my shoulders. I could sense the explosion build up inside her. My finger moved faster and faster and ... 

"A deep sigh as her body took over. There was no stopping even though my fingers began to ache. 

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" 

The most powerful orgasm I'd witnessed for a long time surged through her. Ripped through her like a tornado. 

'Hell,' I thought. 'This girl could waken Rip van Winkle.' 

The sighs, the rapid breaths, the moans of orgasmic pleasure gradually subsided until they were merely a whimper. 

The force of her cumming had made her light-headed. She didn't speak for what seemed like an eternity. 

I'd just made my daughter orgasm. What the fuck had I done?' 

The pleasure ripples slowed then stopped. Her breathing slowed. Gently pulling my hand away and moving it close to my nose, she said, with a broad smile, 

"Thanks dad. Now remember me as you are driving home." And with a twinkle in her eye, "See you at Christmas." 

"I will. You smell good. Real good. I won't wash my hand for a week." 

Sam looked lost in thought. Indeed she was. 

'I know. I just know he will have been in my laundry. All dads must do. My boyfriend would have, given the chance. Will it embarrass him if I ... ' 

Sam smiled again. Inwardly at first, then outwardly. Kicking off her Levis without any hint of modesty or uncertainty she swiftly removed her pale green thong. Flashed the gusset against my nose. 

"Here you are." 

"Now you can wash your hands. I'd hate you to get food poisoning." She laughed. 




Neighbours Pt. 01



'What the fuck did I just do?' 

"It's OK. I've got plenty spare. Just don't tell mum." 

'Ohmygod. ASKING my dad to smell my undies. Have I gone mad?' 

The panties were soaked, absolutely soaked. The gusset was a much darker green, just as if she had peed herself, but it was 100% love juice. It took me several minutes more to break from her hugs, her kisses, her bare pussy grinding against my hardness, dampening my pants. I left, senses still reeling from what had happened. 

I was on a high all the way back home. Sam's thong was on the passenger seat. My mind wasn't on the traffic following each deeply breathed sample of heavenly perfume. 

'The defendant is charged with breathing intoxicating pussy fumes.' 

I smiled at the stupidity of my thoughts. Could a man be arrested for such a thing? Surely pussy scent was not a category A, B or C drug. And my rod, although slightly longer than average, certainly wasn't interfering with the steering wheel. 

All the way home I tried to reason things out. Was I a dirty old perv? No. It was all Sam's idea. 

I couldn't, just couldn't qualify playing along with Sam. I should have said no. 

But on the other hand, what if I'd stopped her? Would she have regretted trying it? Would that have caused friction - even hesitancy speaking on the phone. 

I decided we'd both mutually agreed. 

-- 

I had arrived back late that evening. Elaine and I now had the house to ourselves again. The day had been tiring for us both and we soon succumbed to sleep that night. I had reflected on my brief time enjoying Sam's beauty. OK, until Elaine did the laundry I admit that I again sampled the twins' personal fragrances, and I now had my own private scent pack for as long as it stayed fresh. Indeed, one afternoon, laid outside on the lounger my mind was reliving the joys of being the father of such beautiful twins. Peter remembered that afternoon too. Purely of his own accord he seemed to fill the space directly behind the zipper of my shorts. So it was the cause of some embarrassment when I heard Nicola call across. 

"Hi Harry! I've not seen you for a few days.' 

"Oh hi!" I answered after a short pause. "Sorry! I was in my own dreamworld." I sat up, aware of what was now an embarrassing erection. I hoped Nicola hadn't noticed. 

"I guessed you two would have a lot of unpacking to do." 

"And some more. Dust and cobwebs everywhere." 

"Yes. We've been busy too, getting the twins off to uni." 

"They're beautiful girls." 

"Yes, and don't they know it. They're never short of a boyfriend." 

Confident that my inconvenient bulge was subsiding, I rose and walked towards the fence where Nicola stood. 

"Wow, builder man. You certainly keep yourself toned." 

"I've got to be ready for work that comes my way. The building trade is much on pause at the moment." 

Nicola leaned over the fence, checked out the firmness of my muscles. Which would have been fine except that she was wearing only a bikini, and a rather minimal one at that. A quality bikini that enhanced every curve. And man, did she have curves. 

"So I can tell," said Nicola. "And here ... " She patted my abs through my tee-shirt. "How about giving you new neighbour a quick peek?" I could sense a mischievous streak ran through her. I courteously obliged. She let out a whistle. 

"See, I told you. No big deal. I keep fit in case a job comes up." 

"Oh, yes. I see." She ran her hand gently over the muscle. Slowly. "And you keep the most important muscle worked out too." 

I was puzzled at first, until her eyes moved downwards. My pride and joy had noticed her interest too. It was too late to try and hide it. Can a man feel flattered? This girl certainly wasted no time. 

I changed the subject, asked how things were going in their new house. 

"We need a lot of work doing. In fact I was going to ask if you knew anything about showers." 

"Well I'm not a qualified electrician, but I know the basics." 

"We've had problems with the water suddenly going cold. Then if we leave it a minute or two and switch it back on it comes warm again. Except this morning it wouldn't and I had to put up with a cold shower." 

I thought for a moment. "Could be a bad electrical connection ... a loose or broken wire. I'm not doing anything just now. I could have a look." 

Nicola's eyes lit up. "Could you? It's been a real pain." 

A few minutes later, equipped with my toolbox I knocked at the door. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that Nicola hadn't at least put a tee-shirt on, but I certainly wasn't complaining. I followed her cute bikinied ass upstairs and into the bathroom. 

"It's a pretty old shower," I remarked, "But maybe I can do a temporary fix." 

Opening it up, it was easy to see the innards corroded. It might have been easier to concentrate without a super delicious girl watching my every move, but I soon got it cleaned and patched up. I utterly refused to take any payment. 

"Let's just see how it goes on. It's only taken me a few minutes and it's pointless to charge you if it packs in again tomorrow." 

"But at least I can get a decent shower. That's worth a lot." 

Whether it was just the proximity of that young and toned body next to me, her scent, her sweet thankful voice ... Or the hug and kiss of appreciation, I don't know. Maybe all of those caused my cock to react again. 

"Thank you so much, big boy" said Nicola, looking down. And she gave me another hug and a quick kiss - not a sexual kiss, but a kiss all the same. 

"You really ought to have more control over this," joked Nicola, unexpectedly moving her hand down to touch my best friend. "It might get you into trouble." She gave a big grin as her fingers moved slowly from my balls to the tip. I could sense already that pre-cum was starting to flow. The damp patch forming on my summer shorts confirmed the same. The sudden shiver from her brief touch made me realise just how aroused and in need of a woman's touch I was. 

Again I thought immediately about Elaine. There were many nights now when she barely looked there, let alone touch. She was working hard, was tired. Real intimacy between us was at an all time low. She hadn't touched me there for weeks. 

"Hey, builderman. You should be real proud of what you have here." 

Nicola, instead of just lazily touching my errant penis, was repeatedly tracing her fingers up and down it, pausing at the sensitive tip and making a circle with her fingernail. My thin shorts ensured every touch be noticed as if I'd been naked. She (like many other girls I'd known) seemed fascinated, impressed by what she touched. I remained silent, unsure of what to say. The lack of female touch for several weeks had made me very sensitive there. The damp patch was rapidly spreading. Hell, this young lady knew exactly what she was doing. Nicola, with her spare hand, deftly untied her bikini top and tossed it on the floor. Totally speechless I just stood, waiting for what Nicola planned to do next. 

"If you won't take any money for fixing the shower, maybe I can entertain you." 

"But Elaine wouldn't ... " 

"I said entertain, not fuck you. Besides I really like a man who keeps fit, especially when ... " No words were needed as she made certain she admired the length and width of what she was touching. But her touch was so light it was electric. 

Now lets get this straight. Despite being a builder and therefore having a legal right to comment on the prettiness of a female, in a loud voice and from the top of scaffolding, I do still love, honour and (occasionally) obey Elaine. But I had done work for my neighbour, and if she wanted to pay in kind, then at least my labours wouldn't be taxed. And, I'm sure you will agree, tax planning doesn't amount to infidelity. Also, by now, Nicola was helping me exercise my love muscle, so was simply acting as my personal trainer. 

So, having verified Nicola's attentions were fine, I shut up and let her get on with entertaining me. OK the toilet seat isn't the most comfortable place to sit for a lap dance, but it sufficed. Her dance routine was fantastic. Her bikini bottom was quickly discarded, her small but very firm breasts come oh so close to my face but were then quickly removed. Standing as tall as she was able and as close to me as was possible, my eyes were unable to focus on anything else but the almost smooth area from her navel to her pussy. This was devoid of any body hair save a small trimmed triangle above her pussy. Her inner lips were visible, spoiling (but not badly so) what would, in my mind, have been youthful perfection. Then swiftly turning, bending, her butt was displayed proudly for my delight. Her puckered hole was presented for my inspection. This, again, was one of Elaine's no-nos. 

After several minutes of teasing, chiding me for touching her, she tugged me upright again. My cock was steel hard and tenting my shorts. Turning me around, she pulled my tee-shirt up and off my back. Stood behind me, she rubbed those lovely tits against my back, bringing her hands around then tugging my shorts down to my ankles. And then, oh my god, and then she so very gently caressed my cock. Never keeping still, massaging my back with her breasts. By now precum was oozing out, dripping on to the worn plastic tiled bathroom floor. 

Content that she now had my entire sexual tension threatening to explode, she bid me turn around and took all she could of my cock in her mouth, little by little until she almost gagged. Any restaint I made, any attempt I made to hold out on the inevitable explosion was pointless. I tried, how I tried to hold back and savour the heavenly feeling. 

And then she stopped. Bitch! She stopped, stood up and insisted she needed to pee. No excuse. No modesty. What seemed like several minutes of noisy urine splashing against ceramic before she bobbed, wiped, flushed and, thankfully, resumed giving me her full attention. The teasing, in one form or another, began to annoy. But then I realised it was purposeful ... because each time she performed fellatio interruptus my arousal became more and more to the point where I honestly wondered whether such feelings were really possible. 

And then ... and then ... came the one time she didn't stop. One moment she was gently, oh so gently, lips almost closed, sucking at my glans, which like most British men is usually covered by foreskin, the next minute I felt I just could not hold back. That wonderful combination of muscles started to pump ... and pump ... and pump. Outside of Nicola's mouth at the time, my pole just spewed cum over her lips, nose, eyes and hair. So skilled had she been and so aroused was I, I seemed to lose all control. Those delightful contractions that we call an orgasm seemed endless. But end they did. My cum store was now empty. Nicola simply licked away as if caviar had exploded in her face. 

As if it just been any day at all Nicola simply put her bikini back on. The payment had been made. The job was done. I did remind her though that it was a temporary fix. We each returned to our sunbathing. I felt completely relaxed, perhaps because of the mind blowing orgasm I'd just experienced. My first blowjob for many years. Elaine just didn't do that kind of thing. At the same time I felt elated. Is that possible? Elation and relaxation both together. 

Elaine returned from work exhausted. I had the meal ready for her. We made some small talk, drank a little wine, watched tv. Bedtime was welcoming. We both slept deeply. 

-- 

September weather is often unpredictable. A few cool days meant that I got on with fulfilling the next items on Elaine's list of tasks. I got a call from one of my contacts offering some bricklaying which I snapped up. We did have a really warm weekend and took the opportunity to light the barbecue. As it turned out, it was to be the last for the year. We invited our new neighbours round, giving Elaine a chance to catch up with things. 

It didn't take long for Elaine to share the street gossip with Hazel. You get the picture - who's done what with who, and why it took precisely 30 minutes for Mrs Evans Ringtons Tea to be delivered, by a youth who appeared to be barely out of Year 12 (although Elaine did find out later he was 19 and servicing both mother and daughter. I never found out whether it was separately or together). 

The shower had worked fautlessly, which was great. Nicola had mentioned something about decorating. With the brickying, I hadn't got much further than a quote. The work was almost complete so much thoughts came back to starting the decorating. 

But food came first. The bbq was fired up and ready to cook. Nicola came over to chat and help, Elaine and Hazel continued the gossip. Nicola seemed fixated on my muscles, which the extra work had improved even more. Food cooked and served, we sat down to enjoy our meal. 

Perhaps it was for the best that Elaine and Hazel were locked in conversation. Nicola was in a determinedly mischievous mood. From the moment we sat down I could feel her hand run along the muscles in my leg, time and time again. With each stroke her touch became lighter until each became less than a fingertip tickle. As the strokes became lighter, so did the length. What started below my shorts soon became an erotically charged teasing of my cock. All the while our conversation never stopped. It was as if we were just having a neighbourly chat while enjoying our BBQ. 

"Hey, muscle man, these are firm and toned all the way up." 

I could feel every featherlight touch. 

"And this muscle too," her fingers ran gently, gripping each side of my now engorged cock. "Does it get exercised well?" 

A very personal question. This young lady didn't believe in being subtle. And contrary to popular belief it wasn't a muscle. 

"Not as much as I'd like," I confessed, but Nicola was one step ahead. "But I'll survive." 

"Nonsense," Nicola wasn't going to back down, "It's a very important muscle which must be exercised regularly. I know Elaine works long hours It's very tiring." 

"I just don't believe ... " 

Nicola butted in."So you don't agree?" 

I felt my zipper being quickly unzipped. Followed immediately by my rock hard pride and joy being released from the restraining shorts. 

"What the fuck?" 

"Ah, so you're all show and no go?" 

"But Elaine is ... " 

It only took a second or two to raise herself, hike up her already loose and short skirt (which reminded me of a pleated school hockey skirt), grab my hand and place it high between her inner thighs. No panties. Of course not. The wetness just could not be ignored. I ran the edge of my hand, then my fingertips along the lips. She eased forwards, opening more, granting me private access. 

"A woman needs muscle exercise too. Surely we're not going back to the 50's. We must exercise together." 

Nicola stood up." Elaine. OK if I borrow Harry for a short while? Mother and I have a few ideas for the house. I'd like to run them past Harry." 

"Fine. You can borrow him as long as it takes." 

I felt I had no other choice. Zipping up quickly I went in the house, grabbed pen, paper and tape measure, and followed Nicola. If I'm totally honest I felt as excited as a teenager anticipating his first fuck. 

But Nicola, as I was to find out, didn't do 'first fuck'. She had other ideas. 

The ideas, the measuring, the advice took only minutes. Nicola's room was the last to be done. 

"OK, builder man. My room, my rules. Or are you going to chicken out?" 

I had little choice but to accept. As soon as I was naked and on the bed, Nicola, like a street magician, produced two thick, soft ropes, from nowhere. My hands were swiftly tied to the bed head and thoughts of Basic Instinct planted themselves in my mind as if with equal magic. When my feet were similarly bonded I thought I might become the 51st Shade of Grey. It didn't happen. 

It couldn't be called a striptease, due to the fact that Nicola only wore two garments; skirt and tee-shirt. What little she did have on was discarded slowly and teasingly. 

Once naked she was on the bed, astride my head, almost, but not quite suffocating me. Basic Instinct by pussy suffocation? Try that in front of 12 jurors! 

"The accused mi' lud is thought to have suffocated the deceased by smothering his nose and mouth with her pubis and vaginal lips." 

I had visions of my flagpole being so solid that the undertakers couldn't shut the coffin lid. 

But thankfully it wasn't so. 

"Right, new neighbour. First we tackle some warm-up exercises." 

A few seconds later she was astraddle me, hips gently lowering until I was completely inside her. Laid flat on the bed, I had to raise my head to view what was happening. A few moments more and I knew exactly what she meant by muscle exercises. She had taken my full length and girth, eased considerably by her own juices. Now she was tightening just the right muscle at precisely the right time. Just imagine being sucked and squeezed at a slow tempo. Bliss. 

All the while, I was watching her small, conical shaped tits rising and falling, something that on its own would have made me hard. Often a voyeur, I loved to see unharnessed breasts, large or small. From a height, up scaffolding, cleavage took on a new meaning. As much as I enjoyed partly hidden milk-jugs, the odd times I got to see them unhidden by clothes were more than welcome wank fodder. 

I shut my eyes, utterly grateful and eager to give in to a perfect fucking machine. I could feel that pleasant tension coaxing me, teasing me. No work to do. No careful positioning, no thrusting or retracting, no wondering if I was in the right place to give my woman the satisfaction she needed. Nicola had taken control ... but ... but ... 

Nicola speeded up. Subtly at first then rapidly increasing. I knew, just knew I would come. 

"No, Nicola. Please. Not fast. Please. No ... nnnnno ... nnnnn ... fuck. " My muscles took over. The muscles over which I had no control. Bliss. Perfect bliss. I pumped a frustrating week's supply of jizz into her cavern. 

I was unable to withdraw, Nicola made certain of that. I felt the muscles inside her flex and tense. I was still hard and her now slowing movements meant she was milking every last drop of cum from me. The feeling was weird, my own muscle contractions were slowing but my orgasm seemed to go on and on. With Elaine, I was used to withdrawing, but Nicola had other ideas. 

Having come, and with my foreskin drawn back, I felt very sensitive to any movement Nicola made, giving me different sensations I'd never experienced. I was remaining full and hard. A few minutes on and I was beginning to experience the cycle again. My cum was now moving downwards, mixing with Nicola's own lubrication. 

But my new neighbour rose up and off me. She knelt so I could easily see her without raising my head too much. Wetting two fingers with mixture of our juices, she began to masturbate. With her spare hand she spread her labia wide, giving me a close up view of her aroused clit, holding herself near to me while she rubbed herself to climax. This only served to rejuvenate my hardness and make me rock solid again. 

A pause. Only a short pause while her own orgasm subsided. But there was to be more. 

This had merely been the aperitif. I had been given a front row seat to watch a very intimate solo performance. Nicola was only partially satisfied with one orgasm. She shifted forward again. 

"So, Mr builder muscle-man," she began. "It's time for tongue muscle exercises. I want you to taste me so good it makes me come." 

The supreme scent of a woman on heat was thrust upon me. Her pussy, imperfect (in my view) lips coming down from her slit, now almost covered my nostrils and mouth. Was this Basic Instinct revisited, with no visible murder weapon? Was I to be suffocated, rendered incapable of drawing breath? A perfect murder weapon, hidden behind a pair of cotton panties? 




Neighbours Pt. 02







Neighbours Pt. 02



A fling with my next door neighbour.

"Bollocks," I said to myself as his arm slid round me and cupped my breast. I didn't move. I stayed still certainly not responding and hoping that I was giving the impression that I was asleep. I was not sure whether he bought that or not, but quite quickly my mind was made up. That was when I felt his rigid cock pressing against my bum. He slid his hand down the front of my shorty nightdress onto my stomach and stroked that. I still didn't move although the combination of his fingers rubbing into my pubic thatch and his erection nestling into the crease in my bum was getting to me.

"Don't pretend you're asleep Mons," he whispered.

"No I'm not," I whispered back making sure I kept my voice down in fear of waking my ten year old daughter who was asleep in the next room.

"Good," he said pushing his cock between my legs from behind and adding. "Because I wanna give you this."

There was little more sexual preamble other than a cursory rub in roughly the direction of my clit, even though I am not sure he was absolutely certain just where that was and what it was like. He did, though, push my dirty blonde, streaked, shoulder-length hair away from my neck and kiss that, but that could hardly be called a sexual preamble, more a bristly scrape.

Then it was in me. Luckily I was slightly damp otherwise it would have hurt as it had a couple of times lately.

Our marriage of twelve years was, to say the least, not going well. That was in most aspects of our relationship including sex. He did not want me anywhere near as often as he had previously, but that was alright as I didn't want him and in fact I was starting not to fancy him at all, something I was loath to admit even to myself. Recently, sex between us had become something that he did when he had too much to drink and was a bit or fully pissed. That worried me for did it mean he needed the 'camouflage' of a loss of his senses to fancy me? 

I was pretty sure, but then I needed to think this way, that he had a bit or two on the side for Alex had always had quite a strong sex drive, far more so than me. I could, relatively easily, go weeks without sex, but he had until the last couple of years seemed unable to go more than a couple of days. Earlier on we had clashed because of our differing appetites, but now we didn't. Now, I was quite happy to go to bed before him and be asleep before he came up or react to the every other week or when he was pissed demand on my services. More and more I was, though, finding the roughness of his beard, the stink of the beer on his breath, his fumbling attempts at being loving and the lack of any style or substance in his foreplay completely off-putting.

Nevertheless, being the dutiful wife and mother I did my duty and generally laid back, thought of England and let him fuck me.

And that was exactly what I did that night, although to my good fortune he wanted to fuck with us laying on our sides and him entering me from behind; it saved me from the beer smell and the bristles roughing up my face.

*

We live in a fairly affluent part of Essex in a small cul-de-sac of newbuild five bedroom homes with all the modern conveniences including solar panels on the roofs. Alex and I, apart from our deteriorating relationship had a nice life. His and hers Mercs, a holiday home in Spain, lots of holidays and weekends away and frequenting the top restaurants in London, generally on his expense account.

Kate and Jim had moved in next door to us a year or so ago. She and I hit it off immediately. We had similar senses of humour and combined that with a relatively serious approach as we were both studying, she for her work as a publisher and me as a hobby.

The guys were more distant with each other. Jim was a lawyer and quite an insular and rather unapproachable and distant person, which is the complete opposite to Alex. He didn't drink or like football, two of my husband's passions and his favourite night out would be the ballet or opera with a quick meal beforehand in a very ordinary restaurant.

Although we went to the occasional party where all four of us were there and once or twice we went into the other's house for a drink, we did not socialise as a foursome. I think Kate was as embarrassed by Jim's introvert nature and insular behaviour as I was with Alex's outgoing, larger than life and rather boisterous manner and style.

Not only were Kate and I similar in outlook and, as we learned as we got to know each other, in values, standards and beliefs as well, we were both members of the labour party and had been Tony Blair supporters, we were also similar in build and looks. We were the same height, just on five feet six and weighed around one thirty five pounds. Our figures were also similar, although she is larger busted than me with full C cup boobs compared to my more modest B cups. We were both fairly slim with shapely legs and pert bums. We got lots of appreciative glances and whistles even at the gym and tennis club and in town when we went shopping. The only glaring difference between us was that I had dirty blonde with streaks, wavy, shoulder-length hair and she had straightish, black that came well beneath her shoulders.

When she moved in she struck me as being a bit dowdy in her dress sense and manner, but over, say, the first six month period she came out of herself and was soon dressing as stylish as me. Also at first she was not very fun loving and hardly drank, but they both changed as well. We didn't discuss why she changed, but I was pleased that she did.

At first we only really saw each other at parties and get togethers at neighbours in the road or 'over the garden fence.' Slowly though we met more frequently. We would have a cup of tea or a glass of wine together in one or the other's house. When we had no reason to see each other we would call on the phone and, like most women, we spent ages chatting only to then, sometimes, meet shortly afterwards. We went to the shops together and gave each other lifts to the station. Like me she played tennis and she joined my club. I persuaded her to join my gym as well. We spent more and more time together until at the gym we were called 'the twins' and at the tennis club the 'doubles pair.' I enjoyed it; I liked having a close friend. I am not that open a person so to have, what Kate was rapidly becoming, a confidante was very nice. 

I suppose we became inseparable. I would always wonder what she was doing and we always went to the gym and tennis club together. We shopped together, even the weekly Sainsbury big, household job. We helped each other with our studies and asked the other's advice on menus, household items clothes and gardening tips. Hardly a day went by when we would not see each other and not one would pass without at least one phone call. I found myself wanting Kate's input to any decisions I made and I offered mine to her on clothes, household goods, gym gear and even underwear.

We talked incessantly. We were both interested in politics and current affairs with passing interests in some sports especially tennis. We had similar like in films, TV and books and we discussed what we had seen and read at length. 

It was becoming a great friendship and a deeper and stronger one that I could ever remember having.

*

"Are you near?" Alex rather unnecessarily asked as we had one of our less frequent Friday night fucks. In my mind we did not make love any more, but had sex or fucked; I preferred the latter.

"Yes, yes I am," I lied being as far from cumming after five minutes of him shagging me as I had been before he had started.

He stopped and simply laid still on top of me his cock rigid deep inside my pussy. He did this sometimes and I had learned that it usually meant that he wanted to have a mid-fuck chat. It hadn't happened so much recently, but then not much sexually had happened between us recently. However, it used to be good, it was fun and quite exciting when generally we would talk about our fantasies. One of his big things was trying to persuade me to agree to us joining a swinging club. I refused, but nevertheless found talking about it arousing and interesting. Several times he had told me that he would like to see me with another man and I was tempted, but nothing came of it. Then he would try another tack and that was. 'I would love to see you and another woman together.' I had told him several times that I had no interest in that and that women just did nothing to me.

With one hand under me gripping the cheek of my bum and the other between us cupping my breast he suddenly said.

"Still not interested in women Mons?"

"No, why?"

"Well I would still love to see you with one," he went on moving his cock a little and stimulating my insides.

"Yes you have said that," I replied coolly.

"Yes but I really mean it now."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well more and more Mons I fantasise about you with one."

"Don't be daft."

"It's not daft, I am fucking serious."

"Yes so you may be serious Alex, but is still daft as I won't do it."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Totally certain you won't?"

"Absolutely," I said wondering what the hell he was on about.

"But I think about it a lot."

"Look Alex, just forget it."

"But I can't forget what I think about."

"And what's that?"

"You and her, together doing it."

"Who."

"You must know."

"I don't and stop being so bloody mysterious," I said as I felt the slight arousal that had built up earlier diminishing.

"Come on Mons stop being cagey."

"I am not being cagey; I have no idea what you are on about."

"You and Kate."

"What Kate next door?"

"Yes your bosom buddy."

"You fantasise about us together?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you look great together and you are together so much."

"We are friends, good friends and that's all."

"Not lovers then?"

"Of course not." I shot back.

"You sure?"

"Of course I am sure."

"Well maybe you would like to be."

"What?"

"Lovers would you like that."

"Alex I have told you time and again that I am not into women," I told him worrying a little that he had even thought it.

"You wouldn't have to be into women, just one, the lovely Kate."

"Alex please."

"She is gorgeous though isn't she?"

"Yes she is, but that does not mean I fancy her."

"But you do like her?"

"Of course do, but as a friend that's all."

"I wish it was more Mons I wish you fancied her more as a lover."

"Well I don't," I said rather coldly, but feeling a small tingle.

"Wouldn't you like to kiss her?"

"No of course not."

"I bet you would, I bet you would like to snog with her," he said moving his cock inside me giving me a surge of arousal. He went on. "Just imagine it Mons."

"No, Alex, no I can't," I said quickly.

"I bet you can Mons, I bet you can imagine you and Kate in each other's arms your mouths clamped together."

"Stop it," I nearly shouted forgetting our daughter was just across the landing.

"Yes your lips on hers, hers sucking yours, you can can't you?"

"Stop it Alex of course I can't," I said the image of just what he was describing filling my mind.

"Bet you can. Come on Mons own up."

"Own up to what?" I asked not being able to get the image of Kate and me out of my mind.

"You've kissed her haven't you?"

"No."

"But you would like to wouldn't you?"

"Shut up and get off," I growled.

"No I'm going to fuck you like you would like to fuck her."

"Don't be fucking stupid," I said pushing him off, getting off the bed and going into the bedroom. 

I shut and locked the door. Looking in the mirror I saw that I was flushed. I was shaking and my heart was pounding. I realised then that Alex talking about Kate and me together had aroused me.

Kate and I played tennis the next day and I could hardly look at her for every time I did the image that Alex had created of her and I kissing came into my mind. It was like that each time I saw her over the next week or so. Luckily Alex had to go away on business so he did not have the chance either, to fuck me or, to talk more about Kate and me, thank goodness.

*

"They just piss you off sometimes," Kate said a couple of weeks later when we were having a lunchtime glass of wine in her house. 

"Not just sometimes though," I replied looking across the glass topped kitchen table at my friend.

She smiled. "What always is it? 

"Yes I am afraid so nowadays."

She sipped her wine and was silent for a moment or two.

"I'm sorry love, is it bad between you?"

"Yes it is actually and it's getting worse. What about you and Jim."

"Same with us, he says that I have changed since we have lived here."

Smiling I said. "Well I agree with him there Kate and it's all for the better."

"Thanks babe," she smiled sliding her hand across the table and resting it on the back of mine. 

I looked at her fingers resting on my wrist. The nails were beautifully manicured with a white varnish on them. They didn't move and neither did I. I looked up and our gazes met.

"You're welcome Kate," I said softly.

We talked for some time about our marriage blues. It seemed as though hers was in almost as bad a state as mine and that as she came out of herself more so they became increasingly incompatible.

"As I get older and see those two scary numbers, four and nought are looming I often wonder where my life has gone and where it's going now," Kate said.

"I couldn't agree more, I sometimes wish I could just run away and start again, but then of course there's the kids so It's impossible" I replied as she sipped her wine.

"I am beginning to think marriage is over-rated."

"I'm convinced of that."

"Just as men are."

"What over-rated?"

"In many ways yes."

"As partners perhaps?"

"Precisely, and as lovers too after a while."

We both laughed.

"And certainly committing yourself to just one is."

"Absolutely."

"I often think," I said, wondering just where the conversation was going, but enjoying the chat with her. "That it might have helped my marriage had I have been able to go with other men without guilt."

"What and have sex with them?" She asked, looking me right in the eye as she filled our glasses.

"Not necessarily, just be with them, have them as friends. It would be good perhaps just to go on dates, talk, maybe flirt and if that leads to sex so be it."

"We have some Danish friends and they are like that. It works for them," Kate said.

"Do they have an open marriage?"

"Yes sort of, for they both see other people, with the other's approval."

"Mmmm sounds interesting. It's not the sex that appeals to me."

"No, really?" Kate said smiling.

"Well not by itself," I smiled back.

"Didn't you ever feel that you would like to try someone different, check out if the grass is greener?"

"Well yes of course, now and then," I lied for it was a topic that had been continually on my mind, during the latter stages, say the last three years or so of my marriage.

"Whilst I loved Jim at the time, the idea that I might never kiss, be held or have sex with anyone else sort of frightened me at times."

"Well you could have had an affair."

"True, but that would be awful, the lying and the excuses, the feelings of guilt and remorse. I am not sure the pleasure would have been worth the pain."

I smiled. "You seem to know a lot about it, did you?"

Averting her eyes, Kate paused before saying quietly. "Well let's say I dallied."

"Well that's a new way to me of describing it."

We both laughed.

"So did you?"

"What dally?" I asked?

"Yes.

"Well yes I did, but not for some time." 

As we both worked only part time, Thursdays had become our day together. We would play tennis or go to the gym and either, have lunch out or, in one of our houses. As we both liked to drink some wine and that made driving risky lately we had tended to have lunch at our homes more frequently.

Slowly our discussions became more open and frank, more personal I guess and, I suppose more intimate. I felt able to tell her anything and we had far-reaching conversations.

"So do you dally now?" I asked her a few Thursdays later. 

We had dropped into her house after tennis and were later than usual so didn't get there until around four

"No not really, I find it tiresome and quite a waste of time."

"How?"

"Well it's the sort of pretending that I am looking for a longer-term relationship with them that gets to me."

"So fuck 'em and leave 'em," I said in the easy conversational style we had developed.

"Well, although morally I have nothing against one-night stands, I am not sure they are really worth the effort."

"I know what you mean. Would you again?" I asked as I sipped my third glass of wine. 

We had not had lunch at the club so I had not eaten since my corn flakes and toast at breakfast. The wine was getting to me and my head was starting to swim a little. 

"What start dating? Again maybe, but you summed it up well, it's so bloody messy and I am not sure I want another long-term man in my life, one's plenty."

"Yeah I understand that, but what about er, um sex."

"Anyway I am not necessarily after that."

"So what are you after?"

She laughed, "I don't know really. Just to be held and kissed caressed that sort of stuff. Something different, whatever that may be."

"What on dates?"

"Obviously that's the catch twenty two."

"What is?"

"What I want and what I don't want."

I was beginning to lose the thread of the conversation and wondered whether it was Kate or me who was a little drunk.

"And what are they?" I asked.

"I guess I am after intimacy, but with no strings," Kate said.

"So you want that, but not go on dates?"

"Exactly, it's the playacting and pretending that pisses me off."

"I see what you mean and I understand that."

"Do you feel the same way?"

"I hadn't thought it through, but now you describe your feelings, yes I see what you are getting at. And yes I would like that."

"It's like no strings intimacy. I imagine sitting on a guy's lap as we used to at parties when we were kids."

"What snogging?"

"Yes, of course that's what we used to call it and of course being titted up in the dark."

They both smiled at the memories.

Kate went on almost as if talking to herself.

"Lying on a sofa or a bed kissing."

"Yes or even just standing up cuddling and kissing."

"But you don't find men who just want that do you?"

"Not unless they are gay, they want to be in your knickers like a shot."

"And then either, shag you and leave you or, have a messy affair."

We both giggled as Kate opened another bottle of wine.

"I'll order some food shall I?" She asked adding. "Fancy Indian or Chinese?"

We settled on Chinese and Kate ordered it.

"True. They always want too much don't we?"

"Yes men are like that."

"Not like us."

"No women are different; with us it doesn't have to end in full sex does it?"

"No," Kate said as our eyes met and something hit me. I had no idea what it was at first, but quickly the conversation with Alex when he talked about Kate and me having sex came to mind.

Neither of us spoke for a while. I averted my gaze from Kate, but looked up a couple of times and saw she was doing the same. 

Almost in a whisper, she said as we both looked up at the same time. "Are you thinking the same as I am, Monica?"

My heart was pounding as I realised what had hit me a moment or two ago. Not losing eye contact for a moment, I replied. 

"Yes Kate, I think probably I am."

We fell silent again and once more, we averted our gazes. Still looking down Kate gulped and muttered. "Have you ever er, um..."

"Been with a woman?" I offered.

"Yes," was the nearly silent and very husky reply.




Neighbours Pt. 02



"No, not really, have you?"

"Yes once years ago."

"Was it good?"

"I hardly remember, it was in Ibiza and I was pretty drunk. You?"

"I only snogged and groped a couple of girls when I used to go clubbing."

Fortunately, or otherwise, the Chinese food arrived and that broke the spell. We didn't have the chance to talk much more that afternoon for the kids arrived home from school.

*

During the next few days I could hardly get the conversation out of my mind. It had been so open, so intimate and so personal as well as being so surprising. We had opened our hearts to each other and had said things that I, certainly and Kate I suspected, had not said to anyone else. It was not just what we had said that kept coming into my mind, however, it was also what I felt as we said it that hit me. 

As we worked out at the gym and played tennis I could not help looking at my friend in a new light and wondered whether she was also doing that with me. As we had chatted in her kitchen her attitude and manner had seemed similar to mine so I wondered whether her feelings then and her reactions since were also similar to mine.

Sitting at home one evening when Alex was at Arsenal I once again ran over the discussion in my mind. I acknowledged that I had been excited by the conversation. I dared hardly admit it to myself, but I had felt an extra closeness to Kate, an intimacy and yes, I realised, a sexual attraction. 

Coming home from the football that evening around eleven in a great mood as Arsenal had won and he had had a 'skinful' Alex was slightly drunk, and he fucked me. Once more he stopped part way through and laid still with his cock as deep in me as he could get it.

"Thought any more about it Mons?"

"About what?"

"Me watching you being fucked."

"No don't be silly."

"It's not silly or with the heavenly Kate."

"I don't want to discuss it."

"What?"

"Me and her."

"Who said anything about her I was talking about you fucking some bloke while I watched."

"Why have you lined someone up?" I asked half seriously.

"No but I could do I know lots of who would like to fuck you, but now I don't want that?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want you with another bloke, well I do."

"Make your fucking mind up," I said pulling his hand away from where it was squeezing my bum with one finger in my crease pressing against my anus.

"I want to see you with another woman," he said replacing his hand and finger though this time it was pressed right on my hole and I knew that it could easily slip inside me. He knows that I like that and could probably tell that it was getting to me as was the feeling of his cock right up me.

"We have been there, let's just leave it."

Ignoring me completely he went on.

"Not any woman though Mons."

I knew what was coming next and I dreaded it for I feared for my reaction. It was as well that I did for when he went on about Kate and me together I became aroused. My mind was flooded with images of us together and recollections of our recent chat. Fortunately Alex started to move so I was able to let him believe it was down to him that my orgasm started. Deep down, though, I was not convinced!

*

We looked up at the same time. Our eyes met and we slid our hands forward towards the other. We both looked at the extended fingers and the painted fingernails, which coincidentally were all pale pink. Neither of us moved for a few seconds and then our fingertips touched and remained like that until I lifted my hand and put it on top of hers. We held hands. None of this was planned or thought through. It was as if we were on some form of autopilot and someone else was directing our movements. 

It was a Thursday, our day, two weeks later. We were again in Kate's house, but earlier this time as rain had prevented us playing tennis. Just over half a bottle of Pino Grigio had gone when the conversation came round to the topic we had discussed previously.

"It's an interesting concept Kate isn't it?" I said without thinking.

"What?"

"The no strings intimacy thingy that we discussed."

"Yes it is, have you been thinking about it?"

I looked down avoiding her gaze. "Yes, yes I suppose I have."

She didn't speak for a moment or two, but then said very quietly.

"And the other things we discussed?"

Of course I knew what she meant, I had hardly thought of anything else since we had discussed it. That and she had been on my mind almost continuously since the discussion. But I couldn't upfront it with her.

"Other things Kate?"

"You know what I mean love, don't you?"

"Yes Kate yes I do know what you mean."

"And have you thought more about it."

It was then that we both looked up and our eyes met. It was then that our fingers met and it was then that we held hands. It was also then that Kate said, very softly.

"Shall we then, would you like to?"

Hearing those few small words made my heart pound so loud that I was sure that Kate would hear it.

"Yes, yes please," I breathed, without even thinking about it.

I got up and we stood across the table from each other staring into the other's eyes. I was highly nervous, yet excited and Kate seemed to be the same. I certainly did not, and it seemed as if Kate did not either have any idea what to do.

I felt that the silence needed to be broken, but had no idea what to say. The enormity of what I was beginning to realise was happening hit me. I had no experience of such a situation and from what Kate had said she hadn't either. However, something, some power, some attraction was drawing us, pulling us towards each other and towards crossing a boundary that I had never thought I would traverse.

I smiled and said. "Maybe I should sit on your lap."

That made us both smile, which broke the ice a little and in turn helped me relax. That was until Kate said far more calmly than I felt.

"Or of course we could lie on a bed."

"What a good idea," I mumbled moving round the table as she pulled my hand.

We walked up the stairs hand in hand with me behind her. On the landing, Kate said quietly. 

"We'll use the main guest room if that's ok."

"Of course."

She led me into the pretty standard, modern house rather cramped twelve feet by ten bedroom. It was decorated in light pastel colours, with matching furnishings and smelt and looked beautifully clean There was a double bed, fitted wardrobes and a dressing table and stool, that's all. 

"Let me just turn it down" Kate said as she removed the throw and the brown and beige cushions and then rolled the bedspread down and placed that on the dressing table stool.

Standing just inside the open door, I watched her preparing the bed thinking. 'Shit she's getting the bed ready for us to have sex on.' That gave me yet another jolt of sexual arousal and caused me to look more keenly at my friend. I smiled when I thought. 'Am I checking her out and sizing her up?'

I was, I realised, looking at her in a way that I hadn't before, even though I had seen her in short tennis skirts, skimpy outfits and nearly naked when she came out of the shower. Nothing then had registered with me. Now, I noticed the feminine roundness of her buttocks inside the thin tracksuit trousers, the swell of her breasts that I knew to be quite full and round having seen her in a dress without a bra. I recalled the length, and shapeliness of the tanned legs that I had seen so often at the tennis club. It struck me that I was looking at my friend in a sexual way, presumably, as men looked at her.

"There that's done," she said turning and straightening up as she looked at me. I wondered if she was now looking at me as I was her.

We stared at each for a few moments before I said very quietly. "Well?"

Kate replied. "Well what?"

We both smiled nervously as we looked at each other in that different light to how we had before.

Reaching up with her left hand and pushing her hair back with a gesture that stretched the thin, silky tennis top tightly across her boobs, she raised her eyebrows.

I stammered. "I guess I mean what now? God I am nervous."

"I am too, I never imagined I would be doing this," she replied moving closer to me. Without seeming to think about it, we held hands.

"Nor did I, well not with you," I replied.

"What you did with someone else then?"

"No, not really, well yes actually, it has crossed my mind," I said knowing that I was probably sounding guilty.

"Mmmm that's interesting as I have too," Kate replied gently pulling me towards the bed.

"Really," I replied as we sat on the edge?

"Yes for some time now I have wondered what it would be like to er, um be intimate with another woman," she said turning and looking at me before adding. "But more in a theoretical and intellectual way than anything else."

"But you did before."

"Yes, but I was pissed and it meant nothing."

"And this does Kate," I sighed.

"Yes Monica, I think this does mean something, but I am not sure what, do you?" she went on placing her hand on my shoulder. 

"No Kate I don't know either, perhaps no strings intimacy?"

We both smiled.

"But now we might find out," she whispered and then paused before adding so enticingly. "Let's lay down".

We scrambled into the middle of the bed with me on my back and Kate on her side.

Nothing was said for a while then she murmured.

"So have you been thinking about this?"

"What being with another woman?"

"Yes."

"Yes to be truthful I have, now and then."

"For how long?" She asked running her fingers through my blonde hair?

"Oh I don't know," I replied enjoying the fingers on my scalp. "A few years I guess, on and off," I went on reaching up and letting my fingers rub on her wrist. "It's more Alex actually."

"How do you mean?"

"He goes on a lot about wanting to see me with another woman."

"But you haven't done anything about it?"

I turned my face towards her and replied smiling.

"Not until now, no I haven't."

"So you are now are you?" Kate whispered as she ran her fingertips through my hair and onto my forehead.

"Yes, I do believe I am," I replied stroking the back of her hand that was holding mine. Looking into her eyes, I ran my fingers up her arm pushing the sleeve of the tracksuit up a little way.

"As indeed I do too," she replied letting her fingers run down my face, across my cheek, going near to, but not quite touching my lips, over my chin and onto my neck. That sent near shock waves of sensations through me

"Have you thought about it much," I asked?

"To be truthful I haven't consciously thought about doing anything with a woman. I have just fantasised about what it would be like, but I do think about sex a great deal, do you?"

Our eyes remained locked as Kate's fingertips slid slowly further downwards. They slipped across my collarbone, over the flat, upper part of my chest and nearly to the start of the swell of my breasts. When they stopped a few inches from them, I was surprised to feel disappointed. My breasts felt so full and heavy and warm and tingling and my nipples were aching to be pinched. I realised with a big jolt, that I wanted Kate to caress them

"Yes, I am afraid I do."

"Why afraid?"

"Well my sex life has gone a bit tits up lately and I feel guilty."

"Guilty? About what?"

I didn't reply for a moment as she lifted my hand near to her mouth. She looked closely at it as if inspecting it or deciding what to do with it. After what seemed an age, but was probably no more than a few seconds, she looked into my eyes and then back to my hand. She brought it to her mouth very slowly, licked the palm and then softly kissed it. 

"Oh about feeling so frustrated, wanting sex so much and simply thinking about it most of the time. I never used to be like that."

We fell silent again. I continued holding her hand and stroking each finger in turn, she ran her fingertips across my chest going ever nearer to breasts. 

"And what do you do about it Monica?" She asked softly.

"And that makes me feel guiltier."

"What does?"

"How much I masturbate."

"Well that's ok I do too. The only problem is how lonely it is," she said making us both giggle.

"We're a right pair aren't we," I murmured?

"Yes I suppose we are, a real odd couple."

"Who's Jack Lemmon you or me?"

"Blimey you have a good memory, I would never have remembered he was in it."

"I'm a bit of a movie buff."

"You could have been in them."

"What films?"

"Yes, you have the looks for it."

"Do I?"

"Yes darling and..." Kate said very seriously and pausing as she held my gaze eye before going on. "And the body."

We held each other's gaze as slowly Kate's fingers slid down my chest so that they rested on the lacy neckline of my tennis top.

"But then so do you," I responded running my hand up her track suit covered arm and slipping my hand round her neck.

"Oh God."

"Yes baby."

"I am so nervous."

"I am too."

"Hold me, please cuddle me."

Kate lay flatter on the bed on her side. I turned onto my side so we faced each other. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

"We need to relax."

"I can't, I am too excited, aren't you?"

"Yes darling I am," I whimpered as my friend wrapped her arms round my body and pulled me against hers. She cuddled me and I enjoyed the sensation of being squashed against her slightly more rounded form. Neither of us spoke as we 'tested the waters' of the intimacy of holding another woman and having her body against our own. 

Our faces were so close that I could see the eyeliner on Kate's eyelids and the tiny hairs on her face. I could smell her perfume and hairspray, could feel her hands on my shoulders and feel her body with my hands. We didn't move for a few moments; it was as if we were both frozen, but then almost simultaneously we moved our hands down the other's back. As we did, so we moved forward a tad and the fronts of our bodies touched; our legs, our tummies and most excitingly our breasts pressed together. We didn't crush them together as a man would probably have done, but more just eased them together; it was lovely. 

"Was this what you meant," Kate asked softly adding. "When you said about being held and cuddled?"

I smiled. "Yes it is and it's lovely isn't it?"

"Mmmm" was all she said.

Kate was a little more adventurous and directing than me. Gently pushing me by the shoulders, she eased me onto my back and she lay alongside me. Supporting her head with her hand, her elbow resting on the bed she whispered. 

"This really is remarkable isn't it?" 

Running her fingers through my hair and ruffling it gently as we smiled at each other she slowly ran her fingertips across my forehead, along my plucked eyebrows, over the eyelids that I closed, across my cheeks and onto my lips. I was not wearing any lippy or gloss. She ran her finger along my bottom lip that I parted slightly from the upper one. I closed my top lip down on the lower one gently trapping the fingertip. With our breasts still squashed together and our tummies touching, we looked into each other's eyes as the finger was pushed slightly further between my lips. I lifted my hand and gripped her wrist as the finger slid even further between my lips until it rested against my teeth and rubbed against my gum. I rubbed softly; more caressed really her wrist before running my hand up her bare arm, replicating the earlier movements. It felt enormously erotic as my hand slid up the loose sleeve, over the round of the shoulder, onto the collarbone and under the shoulder strap of her bra.

She removed her finger from between my lips and rubbed it gently through the slight cleft in my chin and down onto my neck. I moved my hand from the sleeve of the tennis top and ran it down her back until it reached the elasticated waist of the pale grey tracksuit trousers. As it reached that, my heart started pounding even harder when my fingers found bare flesh for her top had slipped out of the trousers. I rubbed my fingertips in little circles on the bare flesh just to the left of her spine. It registered with me that this was the first time that I had really touched a woman's flesh in a sexual way. It felt surprisingly wonderful.

Although, in retrospect, it was a 'done deal' and both of us wanted to go further and experience bisexual lovemaking, it did not feel like that at the time. Continually, I had doubts. Funnily, I suppose, these were more concerned with her reactions to me than mine to her. I worried about what she would think as I made advances, how she would react if I touched her breasts, which I was now aching to do and whether she would stop me. I was now feeling fairly comfortable about having some form of sex with her although I did not know what form that would take.

My confidence was boosted when there was no resistance and that made me feel bolder. I slid my hand up the smooth back taking the white top with it. As that was happening, her fingertips slid further down from my neck where they had been stroking me. I felt her fingers go past my Adams apple until again they reached the neckline of my low-cut top. This time, though, they did not stop. 

Looking down I watched them slip inside it and stop close to the start of my breasts. Our eyes met again and we held the other's gaze as Kate's fingers went even further. At the same time, my hand reached her bra strap that was stretched across her smooth, slender back. I fondled it as many men had mine and slid my fingers under it. It was a very evocative gesture and a moment that was made even more extreme when her hand went further into my top. They moved onto the swell of my breasts and stopped. We stared at each other. It was as if Kate was asking my permission or, I suddenly thought, maybe she is having second thoughts. That made me panic for I did not want to stop. I wanted to thrust my breasts at her, grab hers and scream. 'Make me cum Kate, please make me cum.'

I did not of course, but then there was no need to.

Naturally, neither of us were aware of the other's limits or intentions as we both edged our hands slowly over parts of the other's body. Hers on my chest, mine on her back. I slid my hand slowly up and down her spine. On the upwards sweep it went inside the bra strap and on the downwards one inside the waist of her tracky trouser and onto the slender waistband of her panties. 

Our eyes were still locked in an intense gaze as I watched fascinated and with mounting excitement her face moving slowly, yet inexorably towards mine. I think at that moment, we both knew what was going to happen. It was what had to happen, what had to come next and it was what we both wanted to happen. I, and Kate as well I expect, half felt that it was wrong, but also half felt that it was absolutely correct and right. Yes, we both wanted to kiss each other. Our lips brushed together and we closed our eyes.

"Yes?" Kate breathed touching my lower lip with her tongue.

"Oh yes, yes," I groaned.

And then we did kiss. It wasn't a grinding, lips squirming, mouth wide open and tongue plunging kiss of sheer, raw passion as it would probably have been with a man. No, it was a kiss that was in keeping with what we were doing, sharing affection and intimacy not sex, well not yet that is. That was why we had come to the bedroom and that was why we were lying in each other's arms on the bed. On the face of it that is. However, the longer we lay in each other's arms and the longer we shared affection and intimacy so we both realised that those sentiments between two women could not be totally divorced from sex. It was emotionally and physically impossible and on top of that it was not something that either really wanted. We both knew, I am sure, that deeper down we did want sex and with each other; the affection and intimacy were simply the means to the end and the end was sex with each other.




Neighbours Pt. 02



Hence, inevitably, the kiss became sexual. It became the catalyst, the multiplier and the encouragement that altered the mood from just affection and intimacy to one that combined those emotions with now a strong sexual need. So as our lips met and caressed each other with me kissing her top lip then she kissing and sucking my bottom lip, our gestures and hand and body movements took on distinctly sexual connotations. 

At last, her fingers slid up the swell of my breast and her hand cupped it. After what had seemed an age in build-up was culminated in a flick of an eyelid. The sensation as her palm brushed across my rock hard nipple and her fingers squeezed the soft flesh was sudden, acute and intense. I grunted and gripped her body.

"Ok?" she whispered taking my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinching it with just the right amount of pressure.

"Oh yes, Kate, yes," I sighed into her ear.

As if by remote control, my hand that had been running up and down her back and making erotic hints by toying with her bra strap and the top of the panties now slid unselfconsciously down inside the grey tracky trousers and onto her panty covered pert, yet beautifully rounded bum. 

The kiss increased in intensity and passion, but not in vigour as it would with a man who by now would have had his tongue half way down my throat. We licked and lapped at each other on our lips, our chins, our necks and the other's tongue. We sucked on the lips and slithered our tongues round the welcoming gums and teeth. The ice of affection and intimacy was most certainly now broken and the last bastion of the fortress of sex was being broached. 

As we continued the wonderful kiss, so Kate's caresses of my breast became more confident and my stroking of her bottom became more assured and enquiring.

"Ok?" I asked.

"Oh yes Monica yes," she sighed.

My hand was now fully inside Kate's panties and I was cupping the cheek of her bottom. We kissed again as her hand continued caressing, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of my breast.

What we had done together so far could be put down to a near innocent desire for more affection and tenderness; no strings intimacy, I suppose. At a pinch, lying on a bed and cuddling another woman could be described as self-indulgent intimacy. Full kissing, squeezing a breast and fondling a bottom could not be explained away like that. Such actions and gestures were driven by just one motivation and we both now knew exactly what that was.

The sleeve on my top slid off my shoulder; accidentally or purposefully, I had no idea and did not care. It slid down my arm until it was around my elbow, until the front of the top was wrinkled, moved down a little and until my left breast in the flimsy bra, was exposed. Her hand was on my bra, her fingers just inside it. My already prominent nipples were horrendously swollen making large, very obvious indentations in the lacy cups. Seemingly, without hardly thinking Kate slid her fingers inside my bra and right onto the rock hard nipple and pink areola.

It was like an electric shock to me. My breasts and especially my nipples are very sensitive and whenever a lover touches them, I get a huge surge of sexual arousal. It had rarely, if ever though been as immense as this. My body jerked, I grunted and sighed.

"Nice?" Kate whispered catching the hardened nipple between her fingers and smiling at me.

I smiled back. "Yes Kate it is nice."

We kissed again. We were both moaning and whimpering as the full realisation hit us at the same time that we were going beyond friends showing affection to each other and were becoming two women moving well past the limits of a heterosexual relationship. We were beginning to make love and yes, starting to have sex.

Although revelling in having my breasts and nipples loved, I wanted and needed more. I didn't want to play just a passive part, I wanted full involvement. I wanted Kate to do more to me and I wanted to return those favours to her

Both of my hands slid up the inside of her tennis shirt. Up the smooth back, past the bra strap and almost to the shoulders. They took the shirt with it. They bunched that round her shoulders at the back and just beneath her full boobs at the front. Again, as if being directed by some other force so that I could not have stopped myself had I wanted, which I most certainly did not, I yanked the top over Kate's head and off.

"Oh my God, Kate," I moaned seeing her full, fleshy breasts almost tumbling out of the pale lemon bra that must have been a size too small for her. "They are gorgeous," I went on as I looked at a female's breasts with sexual admiration for the first time in my life.

"Sorry about the bra love, but I need a tight one when playing tennis and I hate those big ugly sports jobs," she smiled.

"That's alright, Kate they look lovely in that."

"Thanks Monica," she replied easing mine out of their cups. "So are yours."

"Mmmm," I sighed. "We aren't playing tennis now are we?"

"What?" she asked clearly not getting my drift.

"Playing tennis."

"No, of course not."

"Well," I went on reaching round her and unclipping her bra strap. "You don't really need a bra at all do you?"

She giggled. "You're a dirty little bitch aren't you?"

"Mmmm yes I can be can't I?" I smiled back pulling the cups away from each mound.

"And very nice it is too," she whispered as we both cupped the other's breasts.

"Oh God," Kate sighed as, presumably she felt the pressure relieved on her boobs and realised the enormous step I, or we really were taking.

Kate pulled my tennis shirt up at the front to bunch it round my neck so that she could get at my smaller tits. As she did, though, I think I surprised her by raising my arms above my head in a clear invitation to remove it completely. That thrilled me, as did seeing that she eagerly accepted the invitation by quickly pulling the shirt up and off my raised arms. 

"Oh my God yes," I sighed.

"Sit up darling," Kate whispered. 

She fiddled the clasp undone on my bra and removed it. Both now topless, but wearing tracky trousers we suddenly became shy. We had come a long way in such short time and we were both half wondering just how much further we could or should go?

"Oh they are beautiful," I sighed feeling at ease as I cupped one of Kate's luscious breasts.

"So are yours," she whispered back stroking her hand across my smaller pair. "Big ones can be a real pain. Your nipples Monica are amazing," she went on continuing to pinch and pull them.

We sank back to lie on the bed in each other's arms. We kissed for some time as the reality of what we were doing sunk in and fully registered with both of us. I, certainly and I suspect Kate as well, suffered some doubts and trepidation at the apparent suddenness of us moving from being seemingly totally straight with our sexuality to at least having a bisexual inclination. And as each of us caressed the other's breasts and body, so that inclination became stronger. So our desire and needs became more intense, our spirit of sexual adventure increased and our ambition for what we wanted from this coupling grew larger.

Being with a woman was becoming more natural to both of us. We both seemed to relax. We were enjoying the languid lovemaking, the measured pace, the lack of a need to cum and cum quickly, but the knowledge, deep down for we had not admitted to how far we might go yet, that if we did cum it would not be the end of our lovemaking. Unbeknown to us, we were beginning to think bisexual bordering on the lesbian, well the lipstick variety at least. We were finding the softness, the lack of stubble and itchy hairs, the smoothness and the gentleness of making love to another woman so different and so wonderful. We were discovering new sensations, finding the touch of the other woman so light and her knowledge of precisely where to caress and stroke with just the right amount of pressure to apply so refreshing.

We were deeply in each other's arms now. Our mouths were fused together with our lips and tongues probing, squirming and licking. Our breasts were permanently squashed together with her larger, fuller orbs engulfing and seemingly swallowing up my smaller, pert tits. As our bodies were touching from head to toe so, our hands investigated the other's body. The head and hair, the shoulders and back, the chest and breasts and then further down, lower at the back, on the waist and then inside the waistbands. Inside the tracksuit trousers, on the panty covered bottoms, round the cheeks inside the flimsy garments and onto the squelchingly, erotic round softness of the other's bottom.

We were sighing and moaning, grunting and groaning as sensation after new sensation washed over us and as more and more, we gave ourselves into the bisexuality of making love with another woman.

It was actually Kate who made the big leap forward, although had she have not done so I think I would have. It was she who completely discarded her inhibitions. It was she who pushed the boundaries to the limit. Yes, it was my lovely friend who first slithered her fingers down from my waist, at the front and right onto my pubic mound. That made me grunt with surprise and sigh with pleasure. It also made my entire body shudder with the unexpectedly strong, but pleasingly welcome, sensations. I clung to her; I pressed my body more firmly against hers and thrust my mound against her investigating, pleasure giving fingers. Now, with no hesitation those fingers slid down slightly further searching for where we desperately wanted them to be. They found my clit and rubbed it. And they rubbed it with just the perfect amount of pressure.

"Oh fuck, oh yes, oh Kate," I moaned as my own hand involuntarily followed a similar route and found exactly the same place on her.

Grinding our breasts together and kissing occasionally, we rubbed and frisked each other's clit with increasing intensity and passion. But it was frustratingly through the material of two layers of garments. We both knew that was unsatisfactory. Almost simultaneously, our hands left the other's mound moved upwards, enquired momentarily at the waistband of the other's trackies and then slipped inside. Journeying down the flatness of one stomach and the slight bulge of the other the two pairs of fingers slid into the other's pubic thatch. 

Again, as good as simultaneously, our fingers found the other's wetness and slid along the soaked, velvety lips. We both shuddered and gave out low moans. Oddly, my first impression as I touched another woman's vagina was how warm it was. Stroking each other, we looked into the other's eyes and then kissed as we prepared ourselves for what was to happen next.

"Let's take them off," Kate whispered.

"Yes, let's do that," I sighed feeling hugely excited at the prospect.

We both laid on our backs raised our bottoms up and pushed our track trousers down and took them off.

In just our panties, mine pale blue hers lemon, we squirmed back into each other's arms. It seemed that the shedding of our trousers relaxed us somewhat, even though why that would be I had no idea for now as we held each other our tummies and pubic mounds pressed together. That was in addition to our bare breasts and our now naked legs and thighs. Maybe relaxed is not the right term for I was as nervous and as excited as I could ever remember being during sex. Possibly, losing our inhibitions would be a more apt description of how we both felt.

Now content that we were doing nothing wrong, we kissed, long and lovingly. We ran our hands over the other's back and now with confidence their bottom. Slightly more reticently we rather awkwardly as we were lying on our sides, found the other's breasts and nipples and caressed, rubbed, cupped and pinched them. 

As we kissed, Kate rolled onto her back with me on my side next to her on her right. Her right arm was by her side, her left arm was stretched across her body cupping and squeezing my right breast. My right hand was doing the same to her right breast. It was languid, but passionate and very, very intimate.

Whether it was by chance or, whether she made the move I was not sure, but as I leaned across her body to kiss her so my lower body also moved and the back of Kate's hand brushed against my tummy. At first, I assumed that it would move away, but it didn't, it stayed right there on my tummy. It felt dauntingly exciting for I could feel its pressure from just beneath my navel to slightly inside the line of my pubic hairs. The surge of sexual adrenalin was so powerful that a little grunt or, maybe it was a sigh escaped from my mouth.

"Ok?" She whispered.

"Oh yes," I murmured back.

She moved her hand, not much, but just a little further downwards. At the same time, she rotated it so that the front of it pressed against me. Her fingertips were now well onto my pubic mound and I knew that just the slightest movement and they would be close to my clit. When she had touched me there earlier when I was still wearing my overpants it had been exciting, but now as I was in just my panties the sensations were explosive. I slid my hand downwards, past her waist onto her tummy and without thinking into her panties. We found each other's clit at exactly the same time.

It did not take very long for the stimulation of those to bring about the inevitable conclusions.

Hands between the other's legs rubbing and pressing, mouths clamped together, breasts squirming and our bodies writhing we soared to what was for me and I hoped for Kate a wonderful, powerful and incredible orgasm.

We lay there for some time as we 'came down' from the amazing heights of our mutual climaxes. Our bodies were shuddering as we clung to each other sighing and sobbing. 

"Oh my god Monica."

"Yes, Kate, yes it was fantastic wasn't it?"

"It was wonderful, it was marvellous," she responded covering my face with little kisses.

We chatted about what had happened and how surprised we both were. We covered the 'will it make any difference' situation and even touched on our sexuality and what that meant.

"Do you think you could go with another woman Mons?"

"Hold on," I smiled I have hardly been with you yet Kate."

"You know what I mean, is it just the right woman in the right circumstances or are we now up for it with other woman?"

"You mean are we really bi?"

"Or even lesbian?"

"I am sure we are not that, are we?"

"Well I had better shag Jim tonight just to find out," Kate laughed kissing me again.

"Oh fuck knows, it's too bloody complicated."

"Let's just go with the flow and see what happens shall we?"

"Yes why not, so on that note why don't we take these off?" I said tugging gently on the waistband of her pale lemon panties.

"What a good idea, I thought you would never ask," she giggled lifting herself up and shrugging them off. I did the same and we looked at each other. We went quiet and the atmosphere changed. The realisation that we were both now totally naked and ready for sex together with the seeming enormity of the situation hit us both at the same time.

"Oh Kate," I whispered.

"Yes darling, I know."

"What Kate, what is it?" I asked not sure of my own feelings.

"This is wrong isn't it?"

"I don't know, I just don't."

"Nor do I."

"Is it me Kate, is it something to do with me?"

She started to cry. I went to hold her, but she moved and said.

"Sorry Monica I just cannot do this, you had better go."



Neighbours Pt. 02



"It's ok dad. I don't need my bikini. I'll do it when it starts to irritate."

"Would you really like to please a horny, pervy dad?"

"You're not pervy. You've proved that by being so understanding. I often think about the last time you were here. You were so gentle. You really got me buzzing. What do you want?"

"I'd like to see what you do when ... like ... you know. When you can't sleep and you ... you know."

'I've already mentioned it. Sam didn't catch on. Maybe I'm asking too much, too soon.'

"DAD!"

"OK. I'm sorry. I guess it's something many men fantasise about."

"And mum won't let you watch?"

"No. She got a bit upset when I asked her."

"OK, I'll do a deal."

Without telling me the 'deal' she simply unfastened my pants, eased them down followed by my CK's. 

"Wow."

Peter relished the freedom, so glad to be free that he stood proudly on display. 

"No fuck though. Understood?"

I nodded. It hadn't been my plan anyhow. Not so soon. 

Sam looked in plain astonishment at my iron rod. 

"Mum doesn't take care of that?"

"Mum is working very hard so we can have a really good Christmas. It's been a difficult year and we deserve it."

I avoided giving a direct reply, but I really couldn't think when we last had really satisfying sex. 

Sam, totally naked now, came again for a hug. Peter got somehow sandwiched between us. Precum lightly coated a small part of Sam's tummy. After just a few moments of kissing Sam moved away towards her bed, plumped up the two pillows and laid, propped up. Looking straight at my pride and joy she slowly and steadily started touching underneath her breasts. Cupping one, then the other, then both together, steadily moving her fingertips very lightly. 

"Come closer, please, dad."

I moved until I was by her side. Tentatively she reached out, lightly stroking me. Then, suddenly dipping into her magic well, she coated her fingertips with her love lube. Satisfied there was sufficient coating she offered her fingers to my nose. The scent , that heavenly wonderful scent, wasn't quite so fresh this time. Instead, it seemed to be somewhat stronger, muskier, heavily laden with pheromones. There was a slight pinkness to it, as if she was just starting or just finishing her cycle. Perhaps the essence, though far from stale or dirty, shouldn't have been so arousing. Quite the contrary, it was powerful. The less than pure secretion was powerful, intoxicating and very welcome. 

I leaned over again to kiss her. Her lips and tongue became busy, hungrily seeking mine. As if suddenly aware that I wanted to watch, or even now sufficiently prepared to go solo, our kiss ended. I stood back, far enough away but close enougb to see actions. She kept looking, intently, at my arousal as if that were helping to propel her towards her goal. There was no rush, no frantic movements of her fingers. Instead her arousal progressed at a very steady rate. One minute she caressed her breasts, tweaked her nipples then rolled each between her fingers. Thr next minute she licked the ends of her fingers and sought to gently coax the nerve endings of her clit. 

Her eyes closed. Her breathing deepened. Her back arched and her leg muscles stretched as her body reacted to the sexual messages which were being interpreted by her brain. Her breathing deepened again and became laboured. Her fingers slowly increased their speed, one moment coaxing her clit, the next moment darting inside her to bring more of a pinkish red lubrication from inside her. Now her left hand pulled hard at first one nipple, then the other. Fingers squeezed hard, pulling the sore nipple away from her. Her breast momentarily became elongated before her fingers released one nipple to attack its neighbour. 

Then she slowed. She slowed right down as if pacing herself. I dropped to the floor, eager to be on a level with her sex. Her pussy lips were puffy, showing her heightened arousal. Her lubrication had started to seep out of its own accord, glistening. Sam's fingers were now hardly moving. With one hand she parted her pussy lips. With the other she smeared the slightly pink juices around her clit, a clit that had swelled in size. And there her fingers stayed. Her eyes were now shut tight. Her face was a model of pure concentration. Her tongue darted out, momentarily moistening her lips. 

Then, totally lost in her own world, possibly oblivious to my presence, her fingers began to move again in circles around her clit, then back and forth, seeking more lubrication. All the while the tempo increased until het body arched more and more, her butt increasingly rising from the bed. 

Then the climax began, pulses radiating from the inside of her belly. Her breaths became short. Fingers moved furiously. Moans escaped her mouth, noisier and noisier and faster until her whole body shook. Muscles furiously contracted, spasming of their own accord, beyond her control ... until a guttural scream left her lips. This was one noisy girl. 

Her fingers slowed but never stopped as the rhythmic contractions slowed and her screams - for they were screams - subsided. The look on her face lessened in intensity as the effort of her fingers became a little less. Slowly a flush of total relaxation passed through her whole body. Her butt sank into her bed. Her leg muscles relaxed and her facial expression showed signs of a perfect peace within her. 

Arms and hands loosely by her side she seemed to be asleep or at least exhausted. But if she was, then it was temporary. Gradually a huge smile came to her face and she opened her eyes. 

I was at a loss what to say, so I kept quiet. 

"Come and lay beside me," said Sam at last. The single divan wasn't too wide, but Sam rolled on to her side then, once I was beside her, she moved above me. She parted her legs so she was astraddle, but not accommodating my manhood. Raising herself up, now kneeling, her cunt lips rubbed again my fullness. Carefully but awkwardly she raised herself so that the very tip of my erection rubbed against her entrance. 'No fuck' she had said, but I was as near as dammit to being inside her. A tease? I don't think so. Sam was deliberately going as far as she could whilst keeping to what she had said. 

A few minutes more of rubbing herself against me, she moved again. Lifting herself over me, my rod was now nestled against her ample ass cheeks. Leaning forward, her breasts laid snuggly between us, as she kissed me fully on my lips. Content now with just a few moments of kissing she raised herself sufficiently that her breasts now dangled, the swollen nipples tickling mine. 

I looked at my watch - almost 9pm.

"I really must make a move," I said, rather reluctantly. 

"Oh, no. I've had my fun, but it was you who saved my skin, finding and bringing me my backup files."

"But mum will be ... "

" ... You already phoned mum. Lie back."

Without an angel to guard my good side my conscience was no match for the devil. 

'Don't be so stupid man, she's handing it to you on a plate.'

I laid back. Elaine was the least of my worries. 

Sam had a front row view of my wedding tackle, and a fascination to explore it. I lay back, closed my eyes and expected an inexperienced teenager's exploration. How wrong I was. Sam had been with many boyfriends. Her fingers began running up and down the my shaft as if she was touching the finest porcelain, being so careful not to damage it. Her fingers were surprisingly cool, and the coolness was so soothing given that Peter had been alert and on standby for quite some while. The coolness of Sam's fingers was also arousing. I could feel every movement. I was sure that at sometime in the past she must have seen my cock. Whilst we avoided the bathroom if at all possible when one of us was having a shower, nature - urgency to pee - sometimes overrode this. But of course my favourite plaything isn't usually on alert whilst in the shower. 

Now Sam had Peter all to herself. Curiosity? Certainly. Horny? Maybe, especially after her own powerful release. And her monthly? At either end of the week she may have been horny, but it was only what I'd read. I tried to shut down my thoughts. Whatever she was doing, she was doing well. But that was Sam all-over. Sam never did second best. 

At first she was lazily tracing her fingers. Then she pulled back my foreakin, aided by my copious pre-cum. I swear had she continued moving back and forth over the tip, my pleasure time would have been all too short. 

"Is that OK dad?"

'Yes it's fucking great. You have a real talent.'

"That's great. Nice and slow."

'Maybe she's been a lot faster with boyfriends eager to cum.'

"And this is ok?" I felt her tongue on my exposed peehole. 

"Mmmm, yes."

'Maybe reluctant to give dad a BJ?'

I was doing too much thinking. "Do it real slow." 

It seemed that Sam was anxious to get it right and to return some of the pleasure I'd given her. 

"Yes. There. Ohhhhh. Yes. Oh yes Sam, yes, yes, yes."

I shut my eyes. I could feel her lips gently enveloping my cock head, spitting saliva to increase the lubrication. Little by little she took more of me into her mouth. I didn't want her to gag, I wanted her to enjoy the experience. I knew my abstinence from masturbation (most days I was knackered after work) would bring forward my orgasm. Already I could feel the tension building up inside me. 

Over enthusiasm? Inexperience? I don't know. Probably a mixture of the two meant I just knew I was going to blow. Then it happened. Far too quickly. I just pumped and pumped and ... 

... Sam quickly spat it out onto my belly, grabbed a tissue from somewhere, wiped it up and the evidence was all gone. 

I looked at my watch: almost 10pm. Time had flown. Sam insisted that she could easily buy some new panties. I wasn't so sure that the reddish pink tinge on the gusset of the pair in my pocket was a good thing. They smelled different but, hey, variety is the spice of life. The scent grew on me. I had this absurd thought that, come Christmas, there would be a pack of 7 assorted, festively wrapped, multi-fragranced used panties left under the Christmas tree. Hmmm! 

Elaine was in bed when I arrived back home. No excuses were necessary, save that Sam and I had been chatting a while and lost track of the time. 

-----

The following day, Sunday, Sam rang to say one of the other girls had been teasing her. She was going to put a complaint to the local council about the 'noises of passion' coming through the wall. The council had arranged to send one of their officials to listen to or record the moans of bliss to see if they constituted a noise pollution offence. Presumably, if the official had still had a stiffie by the time he reached the council offices, he would keep the tape and report nothing was wrong. I made a mental note to try and obtain a copy. More seriously, the girl was trying to quiz Sam as to who the boy was who'd caused the high decibel orgasm. Thankfully my name wasn't mentioned. 

With me now earning a good wage plus a bonus if the contract completed on time, Elaine was able to cut her hours. I arrived back one evening to find the dining table set, ready for our meal, complete with red candles and wine glasses. A bottle of wine was cooling in the fridge. 

"Dinner's prepared, it shouldn't take long to cook," said Elaine, greeting me with a lingering kiss. "I'll put it in the oven; have your shower then it should be ready. I thought it might save me time if I joined you." 

I somehow doubted that but this wasn't the right time to correct her. 

"We've got 30 minutes or so before the lasagne is ready."

As a kickback to earlier years, we each undressed the other, with a kiss between each item removed. It had been a while since I'd taken much notice of Elaine's body, though in her bikini she could still get admiring looks. At some point that day she had shaved her pubes. Last night, as in nights before, there had been an unsightly mass of tangled dark brown hair . Not now. Despite being parted for the delivery of twin girls and my own (sometimes forceful and urgent) thrusting, Elaine's labia, at the entrance of her magic box, were still in pretty good shape. 

Stood in the shower, cuddling like newlyweds, Elaine whispered in my ear, 

"I'm so sorry Harry. I know I've been really tired recently."

"That's OK, don't worry. I still love you heaps."

"I know that. But it's been ages since we ... "

'Fucked' wasn't in Elaine's vocabulary. 

We kissed. Further words just weren't needed. We kissed as if time had stood still. We kissed as if we were young lovers again. We kissed as if we both just knew we'd still be kissing when we were old and frail. 

The guilt within me hurt. It hurt like hell. I had fucked our next door neighbour, a girl of 19. Perhaps more accurately she had fucked me but I'd let myself get in that situation. OK, I'd been tied up and unable to resist Nicola's attention but I had played along. 

There was also the matter of our daughter. Sympthetlc? Yes she had been and was providing for me as best she could, but in my heart I knew that unless I did something really positive this would escalate. Perhaps all three could exist together? I didn't know. Just for the moment, Elaine was craving attention. I could supply that, and I did. 

"You seem deep in thought," Elaine wasn't wrong. 

"Mmmm yes. Work still on my mind." I lied. 

"We must fix that." Another kiss, deep and very meaningful. Unseen behind my back Elaine had soaped up her hands. My pole was already rigid from the kiss. Now my best friend and his two close companions were being treated to a warm soapy massage. Elaine's ample breasts were slowly giving in to gravity, but they were breasts - and breasts I knew well. Pressed against me, under the warm shower spray, they not only enhanced my libido but Elaine's as well. 

We kissed once more. A long, lingering mouth and tongue kiss. Elaine's fingers were tracing patterns on my chest, flicking my nipples time and time again. She was now rubbing herself against my leg and hip bone. Unrehearsed, I pushed my hands under Elaine's butt, trying to lift her gently. Her hands moved around my neck, fingers interlocking behind. It was no longer a well practiced move but I moved her slowly but surely onto my erection. Even without the warm, flowing water, Elaine's lubrication made for an easy penetration. Standing on tiptoe, Elaine only needed to move the minimum to bring us both satisfaction. They were moves learned many years ago; seldom now, but the mood made it so right. It took time, but we both finally reached our own personal peak. 

Time had passed so quickly. The lasagne had just survived; a little extra sauce and it was amost perfect. Grated parmesan from our local deli gave the taste an edge which blended beautifully. Perhaps an experienced wine waiter would have pushed for an Italian wine, but an Australian chardonnay washed the lasagne and tiramisu desert down equally well.

We cuddled on the sofa, for the first time in many weeks, possibly months, watching a mismatched assortment of tv entertainment before retiring to bed. Elaine was eager for more but tonight it was me was tired. Thankfully Elaine was content to let my fingers make her cum. Within minutes we were both sound asleep. 

-----





Neighbours Pt. 02



Sam's semester ended first, just by a few days, so she was the first to be picked up from her bedsit. Some of the other girls wanted to party with uni friends first, then party at home. Sam decided she wanted to be home as soon as, and naturally I got the job of collecting her. 

"Well," said Elaine, "You know the route." 

Knowing arguing was pointless, and hoping I wouldn't get lost again (hmmm, that porky-pie could only be used once), I rang Sam to ask her to get her stuff together. Friday evening would be terrible for traffic, so I set off Saturday morning just before Christmas shopping traffic kicked in. 

Sam let me in, big hugs, pleased to see me. Ann-Marie was there too. Her trains to London/ Dover and ferry were booked Sunday; cheaper and easier for her family to pick her up in Calais. I was surprised to get a hug and kisses from Ann-Marie, but then wasn't it the French who invented kissing? 

"Oh! Monsieur Harry. You are formidable. My hairdryer, it is work every day." Another kiss. 

Perhaps the French took kissing too seriously at times, but who was I to complain? 

"It's my pleasure, for a beautiful young lady."

"Ok, Sam. The car is outside (one benefit of locals Christmas shopping. I didn't have walk far with Sam's stuff). 

I looked around. No nicely heaped items to transfer. Typical Sam. 

"Oh, dad. I've a confession to make. Two, in fact. Firstly I haven't had time to pack. Can you help me?"

"And ... "

"Secondly I spent my last tenner at the pub last night. I can either borrow some money off you to buy you a birthday present, or ... " 

'That's no problem,' I thought. 'You could gift-wrap a few pairs of accidentally unwashed panties.' I figured the raspberry-tinted ones were due around now. I liked a bit of variety. 

"Or? ..." 

"Well Ann-Marie wanted to thank you too. And we got talking after we'd had too many lagers ... and I kinda got bragging about you being bigger (she parted her hands to demonstrate) and much gentler and much more experienced than all the boys we know. That includes Ann-Marie too. The boys in France are even less considerate than over here."

"Sam, she tells me you like my boobies." She laughed. "It was me, I know. I showed you my boobies by mistake." She laughed again, perhaps nervously. 

Just what had been said after several bottles of student-night specials, I don't know. But I had then feeling that this was all rehearsed. 

"You like much to see, yes?" said Ann-Marie, already unbuttoning. "Is bit small, but you like, oui?" 

Several more buttons. OMG Peter was already straining for liberation. 

Ann-Marie's cotton shirt was now revealing all. 

"And you English men. You all like see ma chatte."

Deftly unzipping her skirt, it barely hit the floor before a pair of all too plain panties followed. 

Ann-Marie's chatte, previously resembling a mini fur coat, had been neatly trimmed. Perhaps (assuming this was rehearsed) Sam had offered some tips, and a compromise had been reached. 

"Wow," was all I could muster. After the fastest ever striptease I was lost for words, something that Elaine will verify rarely happens. My mouth remained open for several seconds. 

"Is not good?" Ann-Marie offered. "You fix my hairdryer. Is good, I thank you, no?" 

All the while Ann-Marie stepped closer. 

"You think is not good? You cannot see?"

My daughter, my darling sweet innocent daughter, had meanwhile, unseen behind me, quietly stripped too. Hell, this wasn't a very good striptease show but who wad bothered? Not me. 

"Why don't you sit down?" Not a question but a request. Sam tugged at my arm. I had Sam to the right of me, Ann-Marie to the left. Both facing me, totally naked, save neon yellow ankle socks to the right and plain but grubby white knee hi's to the left. 

Sam needed a little help from her sister. One semester's worth of hair was obscuring a much prefered view. Ann-Marie, in contrast, had tidied up considerably. 

"You like touch?" said Ann-Marie. "Sam say you have gentle touch. Come." 

Fucking hell! My birthday, Christmas, New Year, wildest fantasies ... everything had arrived all together. 

Ann-Marie moved closer, real close. Took my hand. And as if I had any doubt understanding her French accent, my fingers were placed exactly where she intended them to be ... her chatte. 

With Ann-Marie holding my attention I could feel Sam unfastening and unzipping my pants. 

It didn't take long for me to take over. Kinda like 30 milliseconds. Ann-Marie's pussy hair, having not, I thought, been subjected to many trims, was very soft. Virgin soft, except that I was certain she was no virgin. Her pussy lips were a little longer than many. The devine essence of pussy was present in liberal amounts, the scent deep and musky. The middle finger of my right hand was decidedly wet as my left hand moved up to stroke first one, then the other of Ann-Marie's nipples. As might be expected, her small titties were quite firm. 

As I felt an insistent tug at my pants, I eased myself up to allow Sam to remove them, quickly (but gently, for I was absolutely solid) followed by my CK's. Ann-Marie shivered involuntarily. With continued attention this girl was going to cum very quickly. Following Peter's release she looked down and gasped, eyes wide open. Some words which I couldn't understand escaped her lips. But her concentration soon returned to what my fingers were doing. Somewhat quieter than Sam, she soon allowed the procession of sexual pulses to envelop her body. 

By now, Sam had also persuaded me to part with my upper clothing. Save the various pairs of socks, neon, knee-hi and sports varieties, we were all naked ... and therefore equal. I never did give much for this recent CFNM idea. 

"Don't you need to be starting to pack?" Offered Sam. 

"I will do it soon. I have not thank Monsieur Harry enough yet. I weel go soon."

My recently overworked 'grand saucisson' (A-M's description) was next in line for attention. I got the feeling that, being French, she fancied a taste. Before I had the chance to object, she was on her knees. The French seem to have a taste for certain uncooked meats. A-M wasn't going to miss out. 

Perhaps not as skilled as my daughter, she nevertheless had a good attempt at deep throating me. It just wasn't going to work though. After almost choking herself she settled into making the best she could. BJ's thankfully don't need translation. Though a little rough with her teeth, within a few minutes I was spewing cum into her warm wet mouth. And the bonus was that Ann-Marie swallowed every last drop. 

Content that she had fully thanked me, and to some extent having taken a hint or two ftom Sam, Ann-Marie left us alone, her panties donated as a birthday gift. Just WHAT had Sam told her about me? 

"Come here, dad," said Sam, almost as soon as the door had closed. "You owe me a few kisses." 

So it was Sam's idea after all. 

I duly obliged. No longer did it feel wrong, father and daughter naked (except socks of course), hugged together, mouths locked together as if in a lovers' embrace. It felt right. Perfect for that moment. My tormenting angel was far away from that room, completely engrossed in last-minute Christmas rehearsals. My gut felt that tingling, butterfly feeling. It was right, oh yes, it was very right. 

Sam was utterly entranced, hyped up, tingling with a kind-of forbidden excitement. Her jaw totally relaxed, as was mine, our mouths were fused, as if one. As we kissed I was very aware of her full breasts against my chest. Skin touching skin once more, her nipples were swollen, full, alive and transmitting every touch, every aroused nerve directly to her pleasure brain. I could sense, as the kisses deepened in intensity, a change in her breathing. I could almost hear her heartbeat. Perhaps she had been turned on by Ann-Marie sucking me off. Perhaps, maybe, jealous of the attention I had given the young French lady. I don't know. What I did know was that Sam was on heat. 

Peter, my best friend, had taken a nap, and quite rightly so after Ann-Marie's unexpected attention. He had now awoken, refreshed, and stood to salute the special love Sam and I were sharing. Sam noticed too, gently stroking him so that he did not feel unwanted. 

The softness and coolness of Sam's fingers made a ripple of sexual sensations run through my spine, my arms and my shoulders. It was pure bliss. Gently, she pushed me over to her bed. Then she spoke:

"Dad. I've thought this through and through. I want you inside me."

"No Sam, that's a non-starter." I should have expected that. The last time I'd been there it had nearly happened, her cunt lips on the very tip of my cock, a fraction of an inch away from closing over it. 

"YES, dad. Very much yes. I just can't stop thinking about it."

Her weapons of mass distraction were massaging all of my chest. Her kisses were divine. Her hands had moved to my butt, squashing Peter, trapping him, massaging him with rotations of her hips. 

"And what if mum finds out? It could split the family."

"She won't. Just let me try. Not much, if you want. Just a moment inside, just the tip of you to see how it feels. Just once, dad. Just today. I won't ask again.*

I badly needed my conscience angel. I badly needed just one foolproof excuse. 

Naturally, the devil threw doubts in. I'm a man. A good fuck is second nature. At times ANY fuck is desirable. What harm could there be in a quick fuck? Yes, quick, and then we'd gather Sam's stuff and drive home. 

'And drive home. My seed, the remains of my cum store inside Sam.'

As if reading my thoughts, Sam continued her gentle persuasion. Tits massaging my chest. Pubis moving insistently against my rod. Another gentle push and I was laid on her bed. I figured if I let her lead my guilt would lessen. 

Laid flat on Sam's bed it was easy for her to mount me. Legs astraddle me she lifted herself up. Holding my pole she gently eased the head inside her. Just a little at first but her female juices had prepared her. A little more and all my cock head was neatly inside. I knew Sam was no virgin but she was tight, her young muscles holding strong. The sensation was bliss, out of this world. Now a little more ... Sam easing things along. Perhaps two, maybe three inches inside her and she was well aware of my girth, filling her as she'd not been filled before. 

More now. Three, four inches. Sam raised herself up and down, pleased at feeling full. The sensation was new to her and the look on her face told me all was going fine. Five, six inches and I wss almost completely inside her. Each lift and fall of her leg muscles gave both of us so much pleasure. Seven , eight inches and all that remained visible were my balls. I could feel her cervix. Nature told Sam to ease off, but I couldn't have any more of me inside her; she had taken my full length. 

Gently, slowly, thoughtfully Sam began to raise and lower herself. I couldn't remember any time when I had such a delightful sensation. Every move she made was utter pleasure, not only to me but, it seemed, to Sam as well. Liken it, if you will, to a brand new motor car engine. Tight compression, perfect lubrication. Everything manufactured to a tiny fraction of an inch. But I wasn't pumping. Sam was milking me, her vaginal muscles sucking me. Had I been on top I would have naturally speeded up but Sam was relishing the experience of being completely filled. 

Speed up she did though. The feelings inside of her were building, as each stroke not only coaxed reactions inside her vagina, but the skin pulled taught around her clit. The faster she went, albeit graually, the more the skin pulled. The more it pulled, the better the stimulation of her clit. Faster and faster she went. More and more the expression on her face told me this was good. The better it felt, the faster she went until ...

We both exploded. Almost, but not quite together. 

I wasn't going to quiz Sam about her experiences with boyfriends. She was popular but far from stupid. After cumming so noisily I expected it to be all over. It wasn't. Sam slowed, using whatever stimulation was left to maximise her pleasure. Having been milked for the second time I was amazed that this also prolonged my orgasm. But all things cum to an end. Reluctantly we got dressed, gathered together her stuff, packed the car and made our way home. 

The rest of the time until Christmas was like any other year, sending cards to people you hadn't seen for years, office parties galore, credit cards maxed and stores packed with screaming kids. 

And under the Christmas tree? 

A neatly wrapped packet, containing 7 pairs of assorted lacy, silky, skimpy panties. All worn just once. Tucked inside was a note from Sam. 'Just ask, anytime you want them refreshed.' 





Neighbours Pt. 03: Christmas



Santa comes just once a year, 
He strokes then pumps with glee. 
He fills your sock right to the top, 
And hangs it on the tree. 

Karen finally decided she had partied enough and most of her uni friends had gone home for Christmas. As I wasn't working and Elaine was taking every hour the supermarket was offering, I was elected to pick Karen up from her uni bedsit. It wasn't too far away and the early afternoon traffic wasn't too bad. 

It was a similar house to Sam's though not as big and not as well furnished. She, too, had an upstairs room. When I arrived, I expected Karen to be packed ready to go. Stupid thought! Karen had always been untidy. Her suitcase was empty, the drawers which held her stuff were a mess. On the floor was a pile of dirty clothes. I picked up a pair of panties and put them to my nose. 

"Yeuk! Have these ever been washed?" I pulled a face. 

"Dad! You pervy sod. Put them down." 

"So your boyfriends never do that?" 

"That's none of your fucking business." 

"Hey, chill girl! It's no great deal. And with your mother tired out after working god-knows how many hours I need something to cheer me up. It's YOU and Sam she's thinking of so we can all have a good Christmas. So just fucking chill!" 

It's not often I lose my cool with either of the twins. Karen knew I was well annoyed. 

"And to add to that, you don't damn well help. You do sod all at home, and by the state of this room, you do sod all here." 

Karen went quiet. Her mood changed. 

"OK, OK. I get the point, and do you sniff Sam's too?" 

"Sam has been very sympathetic." 

"So you do?" Karen had calmed down a bit. 

"Yes." 

"What is it? What do you men get out of it?" 

"I don't know. Pheromones, maybe. All I know is it works for me, and lots of other men." 

Karen looked deep in thought. "But surely, sniffing panties and having a wank isn't as good as sex." 

"As I said. Mum's tired. Has been for a while. You have your needs too. You use what? A vibrator perhaps? A rampant rabbit? Big and thick? Me? I use whatever I can." 

"That's my business. And Sam? She lets you have her panties?" 

"Yes, she does. Oh and I like looking at her tits too. That helps me a lot." 

Karen looked deep in thought. I was steaming. She backed off. 

"You've done a lot for mum," she admitted, "And you've helped us a lot. Perhaps you deserve a treat at Christmas." 

She came over and hugged me. "You should have said." The hug was nice, especially from Karen. "Turn around. Don't look." 

I heard the zipper go on her skirt. A rustle, a pause. 

"OK, turn around." I obliged. "Forget those, I don't always get to wash a few pairs. Here." 

She passed me a pair of plain, practical, small-ish, pale yellow panties. Still warm, still damp, a faint creamy secretion which smelled heavenly. A very slight hint of pee was all that masked a wonderful pussy aroma. 

"Any better?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes and an 'I'm so sexy' smile. 

"Marvellous." It was true. I'm not opposed to the occasional 'worn two days' pair ... but not the brown sauce kind. 

"So. Now you're not wearing any?" 

"I guess it seems that way. You never know, help me pack quickly and it might be a very pleasant drive home." 

So began the process of heaping things into a suitcase and bags, then filling the car. Did we set a Guinness world record? Maybe we did. 

I don't often drive on the motorway with just one hand on the wheel, but once out of town, Karen took my left hand and put it on her leg. 

"I think it needs a massage," she said. 

"Can't the massage wait till we get home?" 

The daylight was fading rapidly. Apart from streetlights Karen's leg was becoming less visible. 

"No. It aches." 

"Around here?" I moved my hand an inch or so either way." 

"Well no. It's nearer the top." Her legs parted slightly. She moved my hand higher. 

I slid it up further. "Damn." A dog ran out on to the road. I braked hard, then steered with both hands for a while. The sliproad for the M1 was just ahead. 

Once we were safely on the motorway Karen prompted, "It's aching more. It needs a proper massage." She slid forward on the seat. "Can you reach?" 

"Up here?" I offered. Karen's legs widened again. I felt the side of my hand touch not hair, but bare smooth pussy lips. 

"Yes, just there." 

Now I would be the first person to agree that motorway safety is paramount, but on a straight road at a steady speed I felt I could cheat a little. Karen's butt was now just on the edge of the seat. Her legs were parted the maximum the car would allow. I kept up a very gentle, steady movement against her clit. 

The side of my hand was getting damp, making it slippery and easy to gently massage Karen's pussy lips. I could feel my little finger persuading her clit to take more and more notice. As it did so, her breathing became deeper. 

"Dad. I mistook you. I thought you were just trying to get a buzz from the awful stink of my panties." 

"I told you why. It's been hard for me just lately." I knew I'd said it wrong. It had been soft far too much. 

Karen then more-or-less agreed with Sam. A man needed some comforts. 

She lowered the back of the seat so she was reclining, lifted her butt, pushed her skirt back. In the fading light, even with a few seconds of illumination from passing cars, I couldn't see much of her butt. She lowered the seat back more and opened her legs as much as she could. 

My work-calloused left hand was now stroking her leg, pausing at the top then massaging her wet pussy lips and clit. Anxious not to drive badly, I was doing this very slowly; no words from Karen, just pleasure sounds. 

The traffic was bottling up then slowing more. We stopped. No explanation from the matrix signs. The daylight had faded completely as my hand sought to bring Karen off. She wasn't going to cum so easily. 

Eventually we passed the breakdown. Guessing Karen didn't want a quickie, I settled down to a steady rhythm. Soon we would be leaving the motorway and that would mean extra concentration to avoid an accident. 

We left the ramp and I took a small detour where the original road, pre-motorway, ran. People parked up here at weekends as it was near a popular public footpath to open fields. I stopped the car, leaned over and started to roughly rub Karen off. We were only a mile from home. She gave in, let it go. Her climax was sudden, explosive, but quiet, not noisy like her sister. 

Reaching home I unpacked the car, solo. No help. No hug, no thanks, but now I'd finger fucked both daughters. 

- 

Elaine sighed deeply and looked at her watch. Just 30 minutes to go. Even at 8.30pm customers were queueing three deep at every one of the 20 checkouts. Tomorrow would be Christmas Eve and even more hectic. The superstore had been so helpful, giving her extra hours while I wasn't working, that she felt she dare not refuse to reciprocate. Apart from lunch and tea breaks she had worked 10 hours most days during the past fortnight. 

"It's been hectic," thought Elaine, as she changed out of her Sainsco uniform, but we've just about made it. Just one more day, then I can relax with Harry and the girls. It's going to be a good Christmas after all." 

The store was starting to quiten down. Elaine had half an hour before the store closed to do her last food shop. The staff discount card shaved £4 off the till receipt, the end-of-day markdowns on bakery, fruit and other perishables bought extra little treats. It all added up. She just hoped that the upcoming new year would be much better. 

"Harry's been great," thought Elaine, "I really owe him. I feel so tired, so sorry I've been neglecting him. I can't get the thought out of my head. Every night when I can't keep awake, every Sunday morning when he brings me breakfast in bed I'm never in the mood. He sees the girls are ok, and between them they keep the house clean and the laundry done." 

- 

There would be no more work for me for at least another month. I'd picked Sam up from uni bedsit and Karen a week later. Karen is more outgoing, making the most of her social life ... booze, parties, and sex, it seemed, with as many girls as she could. I'd had plenty of one-to-one with Sam in the week before I went to pick up Karen. We had become closer still. 

"You do know Karen likes girls, don't you?" 

"I suspected," I replied. "You included?" 

"DAD! You can't ask questions like that." 

"I just did." 

Sam crossed the lounge, sat on my lap, thought before she answered. 

"You won't say anything?" 

"Cross my heart." 

"Sometimes she comes in my room if she gets horny. You do know we girls get times when we just have to ... you know." 

"Yes. I realised that last time I was at your bedsit. Like you do. Especially it seems around your monthly." 

"DAD, that's private." 

"But its true." The raspberry coloured panty gusset gave it away. 

Sam relaxed, letting her body mould to mine. She cuddled closer. "Yes. I guess it's true." She knew damn well it was true, at least it was for her. "How did you know?" 

I laughed. "Your mum couldn't keep me away from her. I left off for a few days but near the end we just resumed." 

Sam sat up in genuine alarm." Not during ... surely ...?" 

"At the end, not in full flow. Why not?" 

"DAD. That's gross!" 

"Why. Your mum was horny as hell." 

"No! What about the mess?" 

"Ever lick your finger after you've cut it?" 

Sam nodded. 

"It's only blood." 

"But you didn't ...?" 

I thought for a moment, laughed as I realised what I'd implied. "Oh hell, no. I'm not a vampire and I'd doubt any vampire would go down there." 

Sam laughed. 

"Mess can be cleaned up. At the end of that week, mum used to be horny as hell. That made it good for me too. Try it sometime with your boyfriend." 

"I'll pass on that, thank you." 

She kissed me on the cheek then relaxed again, resting her head on my chest, thinking. Her hair, always washed daily, smelled of shampoo. Her lightly fragranced perfume, dabbed behind each ear, mingled with the residual smell of the shampoo. 

"And after Karen has come in to your room?" 

"Sometimes we talk. Whisper, so we don't wake you and mum." 

"During the night?" 

"Usually if she can't sleep." 

"So why doesn't she finger herself." 

Again, Sam answered this was 'girl-private' . Bollocks! Sam' s hand creeping under my sweat-top told me otherwise. 

"That's not the impression I got when I brought your USB stick." 

"Dad. It isn't the same. Someone else's fingers are much better." 

"And their tongue?" 

"Dad, you pervy sod!" 

"Now come on, Sam, you're not going to deny a tongue is even better. Want me to demonstrate?" 

"NO! Dad, what's wrong with you today?" 

"Nothing wrong with a horny chat." 

Sam had quite a tight-fitting knitted sweater on. It was very low cut, especially for Sam - at least during winter. Then I realised I'd seen Karen wearing it. Karen was justifiably proud of her cleavage. It much depended what mood Sam was in, but today she had one of Karen's low-cut sweaters on. 

With Sam so close, every time she moved I got to see just how well developed she was. Her bra was probably one of Karen's too, pushing up, supporting her breasts and at the same time creating a magical place for any male to admire. Awkwardly I managed to reach round Sam's back and unhook it, one-handed. I'd had plenty of practice on Elaine. Tits now freed, I could cup my hand under Sam's warm, soft right tit. Sam had quit complaining. 

My voice lowered, even though there was no-one else around. "So, Karen wants you to finger her sometimes?" 

"Yes, but I'm not as good as her." 

She realised immediately what she'd said. 

"So you need practice. Hell, you don't have to be a lesbian." I paused. Sam was shifting around. What I was saying obviously brought back memories. "So does it feel good when she fingers you?" 

Sam went silent. I unzipped her Levis, they weren't as tight fitting as some she wore. I popped the press-stud. 

"Dad. Not here. Not now. What if someone comes?" 

"YES here. YES now. Mum's at work, Karen's not back for a few days. " I tugged gently at the Levis, Sam lifted her butt. 

Sam's panties were the minimal kind, a mid-green silky thong. In fact a mini-thong would be more accurate, the front not even hiding the pubic hair that had grown since October. The back, I figured, would be little more than a string-like piece of silky fabric nestled well into her butt crack. That, and some elastic waistband, stitched together. Complete, the garment covered very little. It was so easy for me find her clit. Juices were already flowing following our sex chat. 

Roughly pushing up her sweater, I sucked hard on her tit, pulling her nipple right into my mouth and bit it. 

"Fucking hell, dad. That fucking hurt." 

I said nothing. The bite would hurt but not for long. It would however make Sam very aware of where her tit end was. Moving my fingers faster into her cunt hole I made Sam aware of where her clit was too. I bit her nipple again, not quite so hard. 

"Dad, for fuck's sake, quit that." 

I let go of her tit, lifted her off my lap. 

"Sit you, and fucking shut up. You got me horny. Live with it." 

Placing her down on the armchair I tugged at her Levis, then her skimpy panties, little more than a g-string. Roughly opening her legs, I went straight for her now hairy cunt, sucked for all my worth at her clit, licked her love button for all my worth, not stopping. 

It took very little time before Sam shrieked loudly, her body overtaken by possibly one of the wildest orgasms she had ever experienced. Despite her trying to push my head away, I kept up my tongue attack. Her orgasm went on and on. My tongue licks slowed and so did the pulses of Sam's almighty cum. I stayed between her legs, savouring the odour. 

Sam didn't speak. Instead she lay slumped in the armchair, as if every last drop of energy had been consumed by her orgasm. I thought at first she had fainted, but slowly her eyes opened and a smile came to her face. 

"Where the hell did you learn that?" she asked after a while. 

"There's a lot you don't know," I replied, not answering her question. 

"You can fuck me now if you want to." 

I looked at my watch. "Upstairs. Your room. Oh, and get your pussy shaved. I hate pubic hair in my mouth." 

"That's your fault. I never asked you to go there." 

"OK, your loss." 

"And don't bite my tits again." 

"So, you didn't enjoy that? No pain, no gain." 

Sam thought for a while. "Just don't fucking bite as hard." 

"Less of the language, lady. So you did enjoy it?" 

"It was OK." 

By now she had shed her jeans and thong. Bare assed she made to go upstairs. I picked her things up in case someone came in. The sex juice soaked thong went in my pocket. 

"OK? OK? I give you the best orgasm you've ever had and was just OK?" I slapped her bare ass hard. 

"OK then, it was good. Very good." 

Sam's pills meant she was pretty regular. I'd get in there towards the end of the week when she was next on. That would be another new experience for her. 

- 

So, Christmas day arrived. All four of us in the house together. Elaine and I had, since the girls were tiny, stayed in bed longer. Small presents for us all were brought to our bedroom and unwrapped. 

Around 8am, acting like 2 year olds, the twins arrived at our bedside with gifts from under the tree. The usual - chocolate gingers, socks, dvd box set of Fast and Furious and a mystery package of 7 assorted ladies panties. Not even clean ones, no fancy store packaging - just 7 pairs of USED panties. Quite an assortment too. Black, silky and sexy; red and lacy; plain schoolgirl white cotton; a bright yellow g-string, pale blue chain-store minis; Hello Kitty pink print; and a leopard skin print. The girls were buckled under with laughter, nearly pissing their pants. Elaine was not amused. At least not until the twins stopped laughing. 

"It was all a joke," explained Sam. 

"We figured you were tired out," added Karen. 

"So dad was doing jobs all day at home and not getting his bedroom treats." They both said together. 

"And I caught him in the laundry basket with a pair of my panties." Sam went on, "He was in tears, asked me not to tell. I know it's something that made my last boyfriend really horny." 

"So anyway," continued Karen, "I was out with some mates, in town. After a few drinks I thought I'd ask some favours." 

Karen went on to explain. Included with that she'd reminded them how many times I had provided a free taxi service. The girls all agreed it was a mega sexy fun idea to each provide a freshly worn pair on Chistmas Eve. 

"So we all met up yesterday and last night we put each pair in a small bag and wrapped them all together in gift wrap." Sam was finding it hard to talk between giggles. "And here we are, a genuinely UNIQUE present." 

Both girls were laughing so much that Elaine just had to join in. 

"Oh yes," she said at last. "I used to think it was disgusting, but then I found it got him really horny for me." 

"So, dad. Have a sniff and see what you think. We have a competition between all 7 girls. Whichever panties you judge the best wins a drink for the wearer." 

I put each pair to my nose. Some were deeply musky, some were a lighter but very arousing, one was absolutely disgusting- no, strike that. One pair was challenging, like a mature strong cheese (I'd try them later), and one pair was VERY good - unbelievable. My cock got rock hard very quickly. It poked through my pyjamas, causing Elaine some concern. 

"Harry, please. Not in front of the girls!" 

"They're no longer girls but young ladies," I replied. 

I decided that Maria would be the winner. I would give Karen some money to buy Maria her favourite cocktail. 

"Mum, we have something to ask," started Sam, rather nervously. "We couldn't afford to buy dad much for Christmas. We thought a massage might be good." 

"Well OK, but as he hasn't been doing any building work, he might not need it." 

"Mum, you're so naive. That's not what we meant!" Both girls were laughing again. 

Elaine thought for a moment. 

"And as you've been so tired, and dad does lots for us we though it might cheer him up." 

It was a while before Elaine spoke. 

"Yes. You're right. But ... do I understand correctly? It has to finish properly, yes?" 

"Yes, if that's ok with you." A pause. Karen continued, "You can watch if you want." 

Another pause. 

"And what about me? I've been working hard." 

"So you want a massage too?" Karen smiled. "I'm sure we could." 

Sam nodded in agreement. 

With Elaine watching from a chair nearby the girls began their second Christmas gift. Of course it had to be done naked. Maybe Elaine could learn a few tips, as first Sam then Karen bared all. I was surprised because I hadn't seen Karen totally naked before - except from a distance on one of Sam's photos I'd copied. The twins had different hairstyles and mannerisms, but otherwise Sam and Karen were virtually identical, double the pleasure, double the fun. 

Having had a good view of those heavenly bodies I was in for a disappointment. OK, face down I had the benefit of two pairs of hands massaging me but, turned on my back, Karen insisted on a scarf covering my eyes. I had no idea of who stroked what, except for occasional whispers. 

I could feel two hands tickling all over my chest, pinching my nipples. Then a pair of hands tickling my sides while other hands stroked my inner thighs up to my balls. Then a pair of lips on mine while the other pair of lips was sucking the very top of my cock. Now someone thrust a pair of panties under my nose while another pair were draped under my balls, moving slowly, coaxing a response from the sensitive nerves there. This was followed by a breast massage, one pair on my chest, the other pair along my cock, balls and legs. 




Neighbours Pt. 03: Christmas



I was aware of both girls moving on to the bed. A pair of legs straddled my face, lowering a smooth cunt to my mouth. 

"Lick." It was Karen. Her pussy smelled good, real good. I did as she asked. The soft noises of contentment escaped her mouth. 

"Harder. Faster." I would have preferred to see her pussy close up. At the same time Sam was steadily sucking me off. 

I had no idea of time but it felt eternally long before Karen gave out soft sighs of satisfaction. 

"Is it ok?" Sam's voice. 

"Yes. I'm quite enjoying watching. If you want to, you can." 

I didn't know what Sam had asked Elaine, but she had been given permission. Before I knew what, I sensed Sam lowering herself on to my iron rod. I know I went in deep. The scarf was pulled away. I could see Sam's tits bouncing as she moved up and down. 

I don't know whether it was the excitement of being fucked by my daughter with my wife watching, or whether it was Sam upping the pace, but I came real quick. That made it dad and Karen 1 each, with mum and Sam still to score. 

I hadn't known, but Elaine had been rubbing herself while I had my eyes covered. She was still busy while Sam wad fucking me. Now it was her turn. We swapped places. Our bed was just wide enough for three. Karen seemed very eager to dominate giving her mum pleasure. Possibly it was the first time she'd sucked on Elaine's tits since she was a baby. Sam joined in, taking her right tit while Karen took the left. 

"Oh my goodness," sighed Elaine, "That's so good." 

I could tell the girls were being so gentle. Elaine seemed so turned on by the girls treating me. Karen pulled away, kissing her mum full on the lips. I expected Elaine to pull away, but no. Elaine used to be a great kisser and was really getting into what her daughter was offering. I saw Karen signal to Sam, who leaned over and started licking each of Elaine's nipples, then sucking. 

The girls switched. Now it was Sam, and I knew how erotic Sam's kisses could be ... but with a woman? If she was hesitant then she didn't show it. They were both really into the kiss while Karen moved down to Elaine's cunt lips. At first closed together, Elaine's legs slowly parted, giving more and more access until Karen's tongue was inside her. 

Curiously though, Karen was just persistent enough to keep Elaine right on the edge. 

"Dad," she said after a while, "Mum's ready. Its now up to you." 

I was hard again. Hell, I was steel hard. Taking Karen's place, my steel hardness thrust into my wife, time and time again. 

Elaine's orgasm was mind blowing, the best I can ever remember. The score was now Karen, Elaine and me one each. Sam was still to blow. 

"Sam," she said. "Let's leave mum and dad. I'm gonna tongue fuck you until your legs turn to jelly. It wasn't a request, it was an order. 

Elaine and I cuddled, spooned naked. She was soon asleep. Then I could hear Sam erupting. Half the street must have heard her. 

- 

Much later in the day we were sat, stomachs overfilled with Christmas dinner. Glasses were filled with a very drinkable rose wine. That night Elaine and I fucked again. 

I doubt Karen would ever turn Sam lesbian-wise, but the noises from Sam's room told me she was having a damned good try. 

***** 

The girls were determined to make the best of their Christmas break, especially on New Years Eve and several times I was invited to taxi some of their friends home. 

But that, my readers, is another story. 

***** 

Many thanks to ES for providing me with the inspiration to write this story.



Neighbours Pt. 04: New Year's Eve



New Year's Eve 

This is a story, a work of pure fiction and all characters are 18+. The events in this story are most unlikely to take place in real life. However, there is always hope! 

***** 

Christmas had come and gone. Christmas is OK but when the fuss has died down there's still New Year and cold, frozen January to look forward to. Elaine, working almost full time in the weeks up to Christmas at Sainsco, had won first prize in the free staff raffle - a huge turkey which almost filled the oven. We'd dined heartily on turkey curry, sweet and sour turkey, turkey omelette, turkey pizza, turkey burgers, turkey stew, turkey mince and, thank goodness (when the turkey had all gone) fish and chips. 

After the massages on Christmas morning Elaine had been delighted at what the girls had done. 

"You know Harry," she said in bed, "I've finally realised that our two little girls are now two independent young women. I've worried in the past about them walking around in underwater and thought it must be embarrassing for you. I'd also even worried you might take advantage of them when I'm not here." 

I kissed Elaine. "I must admit," I said, "That there have been times when nature has taken over and I've been sat uncomfortably hoping they didn't notice." 

Elaine laughed, "How could you not take notice! I'm really sorry I've neglected you. I realise you've been working harder than me and we've both been neglecting our 'together' times." 

I smiled to myself. Elaine could be quite Victorian in her views of sex. Together times was her code for anything intimate between us. 

Elaine continued, "Harry, I don't want you to take this the wrong way but you have my blessing. If Sam or Karen realise you need cheering up (codewords again) then I realise that all of you will know it's for the right reasons; just don't get them pregnant!" She laughed. "And don't ever forget I have my needs too." She paused, "I never thought of that - the twins could maybe get you in the mood for me!" 

I laughed too. What a perfect wife. What had she just said? Don't get them pregnant but it was OK to fuck them? 

'And how about our neighbour and Ann-Marie?" I thought. 'Small tits and scruffy muff maybe but that French accent and the careless way she'd let me see her tits, I could fuck her any day.' 

"What's this thing about panties, Harry? How long have you been taking them from the laundry basket? 

"Oh I don't know. For quite a while, years." I thought for a moment. "Mostly the times when I haven't had much work." 

"So other women at work are right, I've heard them talking in the staff room." Her voice lowered as if she was passing on a secret. "Denise even sells them." For a few moments she seemed lost in thought. "You haven't bought any, have you?" 

"What, with a wife and two daughters? No I haven't. Some of the sexy panties they wear could bring even a dead man back to life." 

Elaine reached down. Peter, my pocket friend, had been listening and was alert ready for action. 

"Harry, you are thinking of my needs. What's that word the girls use? Oh, yes, let's FUCK." 

We did and Elaine was still moist from the morning. We fucked for quite a while and then we fucked some more. Eventually we slept soundly until morning. 

One of the seven pairs of panties, my special Christmas present, had been quite challenging. The odour, for I think odour would be the correct term, was different. I found out which girl had pre-owned the pair - one of Karen's best friends - and the pair had purposely been worn and re-worn as a joke. I was assured of their hygiene, Karen had promised, and after a couple of days I found them quite arousing. 

The best thing of all was that Elaine, Karen, Sam and I were now much closer. The massages had broken the ice and all of us could enjoy a much closer relationship. I doubted the girls would want to walk around the house semi naked mid winter, but there would no doubt be times when they just wouldn't bother covering up if they needed to iron an item of clothing urgently. 

December 30th, the day before New Years Eve, the twins were planning their night out. 

"Dad," asked Sam, sitting on my lap, "You will be able to help out tomorrow night, won't you?" She kissed me gently on the cheek. 

"I could be persuaded," I answered, cupping her right tit. "But just a kiss on the cheek? Hmm!" 

"And if Karen could organise more panties?" 

"What could you organise, Sam?" 

Sam was being playful. "You haven't said yes or no yet." 

My hand moved under her sweater. Damn, she was wearing a bra. I hesitated, not answering her question. 

Sam moved forward, "OK, unhook me." 

Unhooked, my hand moved forward and around to where the generously sized mammary was nestled. The warmth and almost baby-softness of her unblemished tit felt good. I cupped my hand and felt its weight. She turned and kissed me on the lips, temporarily dislodging my happy hand. 

"I'm sure the other girls would show their gratitude too." she added, allowing my hand to return to her tit. 

"Last year it was after 2am when I got to bed." Any thoughts of a thank you from their friends hasn't crossed my mind last year. I'd been knackered after the two car journeys. "How many will be wanting a lift?" 

"Taxis cost a fortune. They rip off everybody on New Years Eve, not to mention the queue. We could tell our friends they could make payment in kind. They already know you're kinky about panties." 

"So how many?" My fingers were busy tweaking a very aroused nipple. I was hard. 

Sam shivered as her right nipple sent a message to her brain, "Well ten of us are meeting up, maybe a couple more." 

"OK, a topless blow job now, while your mum is out." 

"Dad, that's not fair." 

"Then I suggest you spend less money on alcohol and save some for the taxi." 

"The last time Karen and I were in a taxi he was perving all the time, trying to eye us up through the rear view mirror." 

"So ask one of your friends' dads to help." 

"OK," Sam relented,and knelt in front of me. 

"Topless," I reminded her. 

"Dad, you're almost as pervy as that taxi driver." 

"OK, fine, so it's OK for me to drive to uni with your memory stick, it's OK for me to wash your stuff when mum's working and it's OK to expect me to cough up twenty quid when you're broke ... Oh, and it doesn't matter if I'm the only dad who's prepared to taxi you and your mates anywhere at short notice?" 

"Wow dad, take a chill pill. Don't have a fuckin' cardiac arrest." 

She peeled off her sweater, revealing her delightful breasts. Unzipping me she pulled out my partly flaccid member. I'd heard she'd given out plenty of blow jobs to guys she really liked. 

I was tired after Twixmas week. Sam was skilled. Despite the negotiations she would deliver her side of the bargain to the best of her ability and as soon as her mouth began to take me in I soon firmed up. 

"You're tired aren't you dad, I can tell. I know you need this too so I'm going to take my time." I got the feeling that this was covered by Elaine agreement to let the girls 'cheer me up'. 

'I'm not really in the mood for this, ' Sam thought, 'But he's so big, bigger than any of my ex boyfriends.' 

"It's OK," I said, "You've got other things to do." 

'Mum told me not to talk with my mouth full.' 

"Dad, every time you say something I have to take this whopper out of my mouth. You're right, I was wrong. You would probably have picked us up even if we'd asked you last minute. You're tired, just relax and let me show you how much you're appreciated. And we'll make sure you're appreciated by our friends." 

'Hell, just the thought of pleasing dad is starting get me quite wet.' 

She stopped for a moment before standing up, taking off her panties and giving them to me. She bent over, kissed me and dropped to her knees. Her warm, wet mouth enclosed as much as she could of me before gagging. With my pocket friend now exposed again she drew back my foreskin before licking the now exposed head. She'd remembered I liked that.The effect was electric. 

'Hey, wow,' Sam told herself, 'Dad's really enjoying this and I'm getting more and more horny. I'm going to slow this down and enjoy it myself.' 

She settled down again, letting my length into and out of her mouth very slowly. I had her panties to my nose, my eyes closed and the pleasant scent acted like a relaxing drug; in fact at one time I must have dozed. Her mouth was still sucking on me, but now she sped up a little. Each suck became a little faster until I finally reached the point of no return. Warm gallons of jizz shot so fast that Sam had little option but to swallow. 

'Fuck, that went straight down before I'd chance to spit.' 

What made do it, I have no idea. Sam coughed as my jizz irritated her throat, some of thick liquid coming back into her mouth. 

"Don't spit it out," I said, and I pulled her to me. I kissed her, taking a little of my semen into my mouth - an odd salty taste. I guess I was just curious, that was the first and last time. 

'Hell, dad, what are you doing?' Sam thought. 'He's wanting to share this with me.' 

"Sam that was fantastic." I really felt I needn't say any more. 

-- 

New Year Eve was a time of expectancy, a time for 99 TV channels to reflect on the same news, views and problems of the year that had passed and look forward to the same old rubbish in the year to come. It was a time for public money to be wasted on huge firework displays and a time for peoples' hard earned cash and overdrafts to be tipped down their throats 'For Auld Lang Syne'. 

Sam and Karen busied themselves all day long, their phones never stopped. 

"Yes, dad's agreed to get everyone home safely," and then in much lower voices that I couldn't hear the 'terms and conditions' were explained. 

'If you don't ask, you don't get' was a phrase my mum often used but I was getting seriously addicted to panty pussy scent.Time would tell. Both girls had cash left over from Christmas presents so I wouldn't be able to negotiate terms on a loan. 

Pity. 

It had just turned 7.30pm and with much secrecy the girls arrived downstairs, Sam temptingly dressed as the Queen of Hearts and Karen as Queen Bee, complete with wings. Both necklines were distractingly low, Queen Bee's pointing the way to her honey. Whether any young man might get to lick out that honey was unlikely, from what I knew a girl of her choice had a greater chance. Sam's Queen of Hearts dress wasn't quite as revealing, as per Sam's usual choice of clothes, but she could easily trump any other contenders for male attention. 

My car could easily carry four passengers, but somehow I did manage to squeeze one extra. With a return trip, that meant ten young ladies to bring home safely sometime after midnight. Normally a minibus would have worked out well, but they were in short supply and at least double the usual cost. All but two girls were in fancy dress, including a nurse's outfit. I doubt matron would have agreed to a very buxom twenty year old nurse having her tunic unzipped a few inches and a micro skirt instead of the usual trousers, but matron wasn't there. Perhaps just as well, for I'd swear the zipper was another two inches further down when the nurse sat on the back seat. 

The evening was bitter cold and the estate roads icy from a slight fall of snow earlier in the day, frozen on to the road with the temperature below zero C. 

Whether by choice or by request, Nurse Gemma's short skirt didn't hide her panties as she sat in precisely the right position for me to see her through my rear view mirror. Well, to be honest, not in exactly the right position but a minor adjustment to the mirror soon solved that. Perhaps also buxom Nurse Gemma didn't want the zipper to come down of its own accord. She loosened the tunic even more and was carefully pulling the zipper up and down, examining the surrounding fabric. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps she didn't want the zipper to get stuck. Oddly, I thought (though I didn't complain) the offending zipper had been left in a way that showed her cleavage even more. Perhaps she was jealous that the twins might pull before she did. 

Very politely (didn't your mother always teach you to be grateful?) each girl in turn kissed me as I dropped them off outside the nightclub. How happy I was too to learn that Nurse Gemma's skirt wasn't too short - several other girls in the queue had even shorter ones on. It puzzled me. Cold weather plus short micro skirts plus low cut tops surely would lead to an outbreak of flu. 

As I drove back home the first flakes of snow began. As usually happens, the first few flakes came down slowly with the odd flurry. By the time I'd got back to our house there was enough snow to show tyre tracks. The town council, I knew beyond doubt during the Twixmas holiday, would only allow the gritting teams to spread rock salt on major roads. 

--- 

It was Elaine who suggested our New Year's evening at home should be celebrated with our neighbours. We hadn't seen Nicola or Hazel since before Christmas and we knew they'd both been working hard. 

"Hi Nicola," I said as she opened the door, a little surprised that she wasn't down town. She looked tired but brightened up as she realised who was calling on a dark cold evening. 

"Oh hi Harry! Come in." The gas fire was pushing out just enough heat to warm the room. "Mum, it's Harry." I made a mental note to get some help together to install new central heating. 

"I just came round to see if you wanted to join us for an hour or two to see the New Year in. The twins are at a nightclub, they've got some kind of fancy dress competition. I'm on taxi duty." 

Nicola laughed. "I've been on unlimited overtime at The Three Legged Duck, the restaurant has been booked solid for weeks on end." 

We'd been there a few times, the best pub grub in town. "So you're glad of a rest." I smiled back, "You probably deserve it." 

Things seemed to have cooled between us. I knew she'd got herself a boyfriend but I hadn't seen him around these last few weeks. 

"We've plenty of cans in the fridge, probably some wine too. And you'll be glad to know there's no turkey left. You're more than welcome to come round." 

"Sounds fine by me," said Hazel, "I'm sure Elaine will get me up to speed on the local news." 

I couldn't help but wonder if the Ringtons Tea youth still sowed his seed at the Evans house. Elaine would know. She subscribed to Gossips-R-Us and I'm sure she planned, when she retired, to write 'The Dummies Guide to Local Tittle-Tattle'. Most of this information was only available to women and gleaned from various local sources, mostly the local Post Office and One Stop Shop. They employed, on a voluntary basis, several spies ... and the spies rarely got it wrong. 

The snow was coming down in bigger flakes now and covering the previous frozen deposits. Fresh snow on top of ice crusted, compacted snow would make driving extra tricky. 

"Wow," said Nicola, walking into our lounge. "It's nice and cosy in here." 

The twins often turned the thermostat up, preferring to walk around the house with less cumbersome clothes. When they were at home they didn't have to pay heating bills like in their student accommodation. 

"I agree," said Hazel, "When do you think you can make a start on our central heating?" 

"Work's a bit slack after the Christmas holidays," I answered. "I'll have a chat with one of the plumbers and an electrician." 

'I wonder,' I thought to myself, 'If I could pull the measuring-up stunt again, if Nicola's game.' 

Elaine chipped in. "Why don't you measure up while it's still fresh in your mind." 

'Oh, she can read my mind too?' "OK with you, Hazel? I'll grab pencil, paper and my tape measure." 

Hazel smiled that kind of smile that looks OK but really means the opposite. "Oh I'm sure Nicola will know where we need radiators. I'll check your plans when you've spoken to the plumber." 

That, of course, could be translated as 'I want to catch up on the gossip without you overhearing.' 

Elaine chipped in again, "Can you bring some drinks through first, please." 

Nicola's fling with the new boyfriend hadn't lasted long. Alone in the house with him his original charm flew out the window. He turned out to have a fiery temper. The first time he'd hit Nicola became the last. They split. 

The spark that was there when our new neighbours moved in had diminished. Nicola seemed to have decided to cool things. Maybe she was tired from working long hours, maybe her last boyfriend made her want to wait a while before any further sex, or maybe she thought Elaine needed me. I don't know. 

It was snowing faster as we returned to Hazel and Elaine. The girls at the nightclub wouldn't know that. I limited myself to just one can of lager knowing I'd need full concentration to drive in the snow. 

We talked some, watched TV, drank a toast at the midnight strikes of Big Ben and watched the fireworks in London on TV. At 12.30 Hazel and Nicola asked me to let in the New Year ... what the Scots call 'first footing'. The snow was still falling as Hazel passed me the key. I went in, wished them both a Happy New Year, and gave Hazel a few coins from my pocket - in the tradition of bringing financial success for the year. 

"Thank you so much for your help," said Hazel. 

"And for being such a good neighbour," added Nicola, a gleam in her eye, pinning me to the wall. "Here's your first kiss of the year." 

Not content with just pinning me against the wall, her hips thrust against me. The embarrassment of her mum watching was short lived. Nicola intended this kiss to be a memorable one, grinding herself against my growing member as her soft, moist lips parted. Our tongues explored, the kiss lasted, her breasts pressed against me. Peter grew to his fullest, pushing an outline against my jeans that even the most visibly challenged couldn't miss. 

When we finally broke for air I could see Hazel staring, not just passing a glance, at my full hardness. 

"How the hell have you kept that such a secret?" she declared. "Move over Nicola, it's my turn. Here's your second, and well deserved kiss, Harry." 

Hazel pressed even harder against my groin as her equally moist and soft lips parted. I felt her teeth touch against mine as her mouth widened, her tongue also exploring my mouth. I felt her hands push under my sweatshirt, snaking their way along my sides then over my belly and abdomen. 

"My," she observed, "You're certainly fit and toned." 

Standing back, she pushed my sweatshirt higher. "Yes indeed, very fit." She seemed amused as her fingertips traced a line upwards then across my nipples, giving me a shiver and goosebumps. Now moving downwards she ran her fingers over the embarrassing bulge. "Quite fit here too. Can I have just a quick peek?" 

I nodded and mumbled "OK," my mouth suddenly becoming very dry and my voice non existent. I felt my buckle loosened. 

"I think we owe you much more than thanks for how you've helped us." said Hazel, expertly pulling down the zip. "Well, I really think a close look would be ..." she paused, "Would be most beneficial to us all." Tugging again, this time at the waistband of my underpants, she waited for me to thrust my hips forward. My hipsters and my underpants lowered, Hazel whistled at my fullness. 

"I'm real sorry to spoil the moment," I managed finally, as Hazel had stroked lovingly to test whether Peter would grow any more. "I've the twins and their friends to pick up from a nightclub." 

"That's a real pity," said Hazel. "Perhaps some other time." 

By now, there was 3 inch or so of fresh snow atop the icy road. Sam rang me to say the first car load of girls were ready to go home. Elaine insisted that the twins came home first. 




Neighbours Pt. 04: New Year's Eve



The drive in to town was slow and, even as I collected the twins plus three, the taxi queue was long. It was 1.25 am as Sam and Karen went into the house. Elaine wouldn't go to bed until they'd arrived safe. That left three friends in the car, one joining me in the front. 

"Karen said we need to pay our own fares and it was up to us. She said you were pervy about panties, so here!" Lifting her butt she slid them down her legs. "Freshly prepared. Are they OK?" 

Still warm and very nicely fragranced, my natural reaction happened very quickly. "They're perfect," I answered. 

"But it's an awful night and the taxi queue is long," she continued. "So all the girls are grateful. Here, let me show you my extra thanks." 

With that she took my hand and slid it up her leg until my fingers became moist. After every time I needed to use it for steering or gears she returned my hand to her dampness. We arrived at her home and she leaned over to kiss me. In the twins' language it was very much a 'boyfriend' kiss. 

"Thank you very much Harry. I'll ring you." 

As before, my second passenger swapped seats, discarded panties and sought my approval. Then Miss Supergirl slowly unbuttoned her tunic. With street lighting enhanced by the bright snow I would have got quite a nice view, however I had to concentrate and steer! Miss Supergirl wasn't to be outdone. Her gratitude spilled out in torrents when we reached her home. Another, longer, boyfriend kiss and quite a good handful of her tits was followed by: 

"Thanks very much Harry. I'll ring you." 

My third passenger decided to stay put, in the centre of the rear seat. 

"Harry, I'd like to offer you something different as my fare. Can you pull over underneath a street lamp." 

There weren't many cars around, even though it was a special night. "Sure," I said, not knowing what was to come. 

"Harry, I'm sorry, I don't think you'd like my panties, I've just about finished, they're still a bit messy. So, instead, Sam says you like watching." 

With that she hiked up her dress, moved her feet up on to the seat, parted them like in a porn scene and started to rub herself off, through her panties. Knowing I still needed to pick five girls up she didn't do it slowly. She came noisily. I was hard. 

"Did Sam tell you I was curious about her monthly?" 

"No." 

"It'll be different for me, I mean if you don't mind ... " 

"Harry. The girls say you're pervy, but no, it's fine by me. I have warned you though!" 

I took her home, gratefully accepted her less passionate kiss and her promise that she'd phone me. I was puzzled. Why were they all going to phone? 

I was just a couple of minutes behind schedule but the others didn't seem to mind. The queue for the taxis hadn't depleted at all. Perhaps the weather was slowing the drivers usual minimum speed of 50 mph. 

The girls seemed happy to see me and I just didn't know what to expect. It seemed certain I'd end the evening with 8 pairs of panties plus bonuses but I'm hopeless remembering names and I just couldn't remember which panties had been donated by which girl, except the reddened ones. 

"So, Harry, what have you been doing all evening? Have you been having fun like us?" My favourite nurse spoke in a low, throaty, super sexy voice. 

"We invited our neighbours round to share the evening." 

"So nothing sexy then, like us, grinding our pussies against all the guys while we were dancing?" 

"Well, apart from letting the New Year in next door and a thank you kiss from mum and daughter." 

"Mmmm, was that a nice kiss (she emphasised nice)? Did you get a hard-on?" 

"I don't really want to answer that." 

Miss Sexy Nurse of the Year continued in her soft, husky voice. "I think you did, and we know that you have, let's say, the perfect physique to be a male stripper?" 

Fuck. Which of my darling twins had been disclosing family secrets? Miss Nurse, what was her name ... Jenny? No, Gemma. 

She leaned forward, her tunic top open far more than matron would have allowed, and whispered in my ear, "My equipment is in VERY good condition. Would you like to see more? Would you like me to completely open my top, see my red, lacy, see-thru bra? Have you got hard for me, Harry?" She sat back in her seat and unzipped her tunic all the way down. 

"Nurse Gemma, I'm trying to drive." 

Gemma leaned forward again. "Drop me off last, then, Harry. I'm a VERY good nurse when I'm tipsy, and your equipment is so hard and big for me, isn't it Harry. Just nod if you agree." 

I nodded. Too fucking right. Bugger those £1.50 a minute phone chats, Gemma's voice had worked like a double dose of those blue keep-u-hard pills. I was rock solid. 

I pulled in to the kerb outside my first drop-off. To make matters easier she was sat in the passenger seat by my side. Quiet up to the drop-off, she quickly dispensed of her warm, damp panties. 

"Thank you," she said, kissing me full on the lips and handing me the panties, "And thank you for picking me ... and for the drink. Hope I don't disappoint." 

I suddenly realised. Maria was my winner - the sexiest scented of the 7 panties Christmas present. "Oh, my pleasure, Maria. You deserved first prize." 

"Well, any time you need fresh, return those for replacement. Good night Harry, I'll ring you later." 

The fifth and sixth panties wearers both followed a similar goodbye and thanks. That just left Nurse Gemma, who was now sat next to me. 

"Well, Harry," she said, as seductively as before. "I also have my fare. But I thought, being a nurse, you might want to check the source of the unique fragrance, in fact I'll let you coat them properly yourself. My boyfriend does, every time. So I think it only fair you should check out the supplier, first hand. Just follow my directions." 

There was an industrial estate only half a mile from where she lived. By day it bustled with delivery trucks and office workers. By night, save the odd security patrol, it was deserted. There was a short dead end road which would eventually lead to a further development. Parked there, especially with the extra snow, no-one would come by. 

Gemma tugged the seat recliner lever and pushed backwards until she was almost flat. She lifted her butt, pulled up her skirt and yanked her panties free. "Don't put them anywhere near your nose until you've done a quality control check." 

There was only a little light from two street lamps but with the car interior light I could see a very smooth mound freshly shaved only a matter of hours ago, a delightful mini valley and two very neat labia. I didn't need to be asked. The interior light switched off, I made a close inspection of the panties' lubrication system using my sense of smell. 

"You're delightful. My initial inspection reveals all is OK. It I need to do a digital test. Is that OK?" 

"Sure." 

Gemma's tight twenty year old pussy lips parted easily. Running my finger further down confirmed the lubrication was copious, one could say it was almost dripping wet. Gemma murmured as my finger ran past her clit. 

"I need to also do a swab test," I informed Gemma, and I mopped up some of the copious lubrication with her panties. 

"It may be best to check deeper too. In that way you'll have a completely saturated swab sample." 

"I really don't want to hurt you," I said, "By accidentally pushing too hard. Would you do the soak sample?" 

"OK," said my willing nurse, and pushed that exciting swab, aka her panties, almost completely into her cave. They came out duly soaked through and would make a perfect specimen for me to test sample later. 

"Now you just need to do just one more check," said my favourite nurse, "That's to test my internal body temperature with your thermometer." 

"I think I can feel it through my pocket but I can't quite reach it. I need to remove my jeans and boxers. Wait a moment." 

"Is that the long, thick thermometer?' 

"Yes. Will that do?" 

"I'm sure that will be fine. If you insert it slowly it should give you an accurate guide to whether all is in order." 

It was awkward, even with the seat fully back. At first, I could not position myself right, cramping my back or my legs. Then slowly, steadily, I managed to insert the oversized instrument into the desired location. 

"Oh my god," cried Gemma. "Your equipment is huge." 

I had no doubts that Gemma had been experimenting a lot, both with the human kind of probes, similar to my thermometer, and the less attractive plastic kind. The plastic kind, it's true, also have electronic enhancements allowing them to rotate and vibrate. They are tireless too, allowing the user an infinite number of times to check their orgasmic capabilities. 

I was certain Gemma would prefer my huge, thick, thermometer but even with her experience and the current gushing of her pre-made lubrication I thought I would take it slowly. 

Gemma yelped then gasped at first, her teenage pussy experiencing something new. "Wow, Harry, you're big, but it it feels real good. How about testing its sturdiness by pushing it in and out." 

Each thrust of my maxi-thermometer told me and Gemma that the equipment worked well. We enjoyed testing it so much that we continued for almost 15 minutes. I could sense that Gemma's love of my thermometer was building extremely nice feelings inside her. Finally she let out a noisy scream of excitement and shivered from head to toe. So pleased was I that I pushed even faster, causing the liquid inside it to shoot out in torrents. 

We both lay, panting but happy all the tests had been a perfect success. Reluctantly we dressed and I returned Gemma to her home. Like everyone else we kissed, indeed we kissed passionately, and Gemma promised she'd phone me. I just knew Gemma would be keen to do further testing and experimentation with me. 

--- 

Elaine and the girls were asleep when I arrived home. It wasn't long before I was in bed too. I slept like I hadn't slept for a week. I was knackered but very happy. 

The following morning we all awoke late. Peter was complaining he was sore from the awkwardly positioned pounding of a young, tight vagina. My back ached too, but I didn't have a hangover like many others following the annual revelry. Two ibuprofen would fix the pain, Peter would learn to live with what was a pleasant soreness. I had no complaints. I felt good. 

Elaine felt good too. I knew how much she loves to share life's - and our neighbourhood's - little secrets. She was also full of praise for my taxiing services, Sam and Karen had been brimming with excitement at their evening out. Later in the morning several parents phoned, also praising me for driving in the cold snowy night. If only they knew that their daughters had already thanked me. 

Sam and Karen were a little weary. They'd talked some while and only just got to sleep before I arrived home. 

I had eight more pairs of panties, hidden from Elaine's view at the back of my sock drawer. While she'd been in the shower I took stock. One pair of M&S see-thru lacy minis, still indented with cameltoe; two pairs of George red-hot range thongs; two pairs VicSec special silk - one black and one red; a pair of black dainty laced micros; a pair of standard, white, supermarket briefs that had a messy reddish-brown gusset; and three pairs of nondescript, but quite acceptable, micro panties liberally laced with sexy deposits. 

"I was thinking about going into town with the twins," said Elaine, her mouth half-full of toast, "It's not often we get the chance these days. It's easier than having you near the changing rooms." 

'It depends on how many young ladies there are,' I thought. 

She continued, "And the sales start today so we might pick up some bargains." 

'You save on this, and you save on that, and end up spending loads.' 

"That's a great idea. The girls will love that." I smiled a false smile but I had to admit Elaine had earned the cash. 

"It will give you a chance to put your feet up after last night." 

"Yes, but be careful. The roads will be icy." 

The car we had was big and sturdy enough, with front wheel drive. Elaine wouldn't have too much problem. 

By 11.30am they'd gone, and would have lunch in the shopping mall. I'd have several hours to myself. I made myself another large pot of tea and was halfway through the first cup when my phone rang. 

"Hi, Harry. It's Stephie, thanks so much for getting me home safe. Is your wife around?" 

"No, she's gone clothes shopping with the twins." 

"Good. Have you sampled my panties yet?" 

"No, they're hidden away. Haven't had chance." 

"Oh OK, can you get them? They're red silky ones." 

I did as she asked. 

Stephie giggled, like a naughty little girl, "Do I smell good?" 

I tried to put a face to the voice. Slim, round face, small tits."You smell fantastic." 

"Are you getting hard Harry? Does my scent turn you on?" 

Too fucking true it did. I told her exactly how much it turned me on. 

"Mmmm that's good isn't it? I'm touching myself just thinking of your big cock getting hard. Will you stroke it for me Harry?" 

I inhaled deeply, sat in my armchair, stroking like hell. I came too soon. Stephie assured me she had come too." 

And so followed a parade of cheeky chats, one by one, from my passengers. Some downright obscene, some really funny, all very rewarding. By the end it all seemed orchestrated, organised, rehearsed. It was Sam and Karen who had persuaded mum to go into town, so the coast was clear for the phone calls. 

I made myself a fresh pot of tea. I needed it. 

I really wanted to see my nurse again. Nicola seemed to have cooled things, the twins would be back at university in a couple of days and Hazel, Nicola' mum was OK but definitely not MILF material, but I think that's enough memories for this session. I'll get back to you soon to let you know how things turned out.