3 comments/ 79010 views/ 4 favorites Neighbourly Ch. 01 By: silkmichelle This is a true story! I have changed the characters names for the usual reasons but belief in the content is entirely up to you. So please, read on and enjoy. I am just an average suburban girl trying to make my way in the world for my family as well as myself. At 45 I try to keep myself in good shape and I often have people, usually females, express flattering shock, commenting that I look in my mid thirties. Okay, I am ex-model for a fashion house but since having children I only do ad-hoc stuff. Still, I have to laugh when they say they are envious of my slight but athletic build and wish they had a flat stomach like me.... I put it down to metabolism, but like I said, I work at it. I am also blessed with a wonderful husband who I love dearly, three terrific children, a beautiful home in a leafy suburb of inner Sydney, and lucky enough to be able to work from home. However, my bi-sexual side was/is getting restless. I had not had a female partner for about 5 years and the thought of having some feminine sexual contact was making me very twitchy down below. My first girl on girl experience occurred when I was 18. A group of us had decided to make it a girls night out to celebrate the end of our high schooling. We had been down at a local bay side pub, drinking and dancing and generally kicking our heels up. There were also a few guys from school present and so we mingled with them, but steadfastly held true, between the 7 seven of us, that it was girls only after closing time. I had always admired Vickie and her quiet determination but we had never really talked. So it was with some surprise that she and I go together. After the pub closed we all piled into her car, this was back in the mid-70's when you could get away with such things and random breath testing was not even heard of. We drove to Cronulla beach, the Wanda end to be precise, which took about 40 minutes. By the time we got there many of us were dying for a pee. I could not bring myself to squat in the shadows of the surf club, so I shed my jeans and singlet top and raced into the surf. The night air was still warm and humid from the hot day we had just had and the water was warm and refreshing as well. I did the needful and joined Vickie and the others. We both tried to out do the other body surfing and each time we failed we just fell about laughing, as did the others. I caught a wave and crashed straight into Vickie who was also clad only in bra and briefs. I pulled her up to make sure she was not injured, my concerned eyes looking straight into hers. Her jovial face was covered by her long black hair, which had washed forward with the impact. She brushed it back laughing at our drunken clumsiness but as soon as she saw my concern for her wellbeing, it softened and took on an expression I did not quite understand at the time. I was holding her around her waist and her hands rested on my arms, and before I knew it she kissed me full on the mouth. I could not resist. I kissed her back then we pulled apart quickly, realising that we were not alone. The other girls were still frolicking in the water kicking the waves at each other and had not noticed the brief exchange between Vickie and I. Without a word she gently took my hand and lead me back up the beach. I followed willingly, hypnotized by her look. She scooped up a towel in a graceful sweep of her arm and we walked away into the night along the sand, away from the noisy group of laughing girls and away from the surf club lights. Time and all other motion stopped as she laid the large beach towel upon the sand then slowly laid me down to made love to me. She gently laid on the towel beside me, our legs entwined, and she again kissed me full on my mouth. My arms enfolded her as our tongues met in the softest and most sensual kiss I have ever known. With a deft movement Vickie slipped my bra strap down my left arm and pulled the cup away exposing my breast. Her gentle touch and soft kisses were so beguiling and bewitching she sent me into orbit a thousand times simply by placing her mouth on my nipple and her hand on my pussy. She circled my nipple with just the tip of her tongue as she pressed her finger into the crease of my sex through the flimsy material of my white silky knickers. Without any conscious thought my hips started rocking in time with her delicate caress as she stroked her finger in long firm motion from my anus up to my now throbbing clitoris. My breathing became laboured as her ministrations continued and I felt her grind her own womanhood onto my thigh causing her breathing to quicken appreciably as well. Our kiss became more intense as our bodies took flight and senses reeled. The final act of that glorious first time was her introduction of me to her bushy pussy as she covered me with her body as we 69'ed. I told her I did not know what to do and she just told me to follow her movements and so do whatever I thought would feel good. She pulled my panties aside and instantly placed her tongue flat on my clit. I gasped loudly at the sudden feeling of her wet touch then sighed deeply as she sucked me hard sending delicious waves of sheer ecstasy running through my total being. I reciprocated by pulling her black briefs aside and in the dull light I could just make out the wet mass of tightly curled hair that covered her lower regions. Vickie stabbed at my clit again making me buck with delight and without a second thought I did the same. I was amazed at her taste, the erotic mingling of sea salt and her own juices, plus my drunken state, driving me to bury my head deep into her sex and drink deeply of her nectar. Without moving her mouth from my vagina I felt her groan against me as I plunged in on her. I flicked my tongue about in a greedy effort to pleasure her, attacking her clit repeatedly and then sinking deeper into her liquid opening, which increased her flow to a veritable flood. We lapped and drank each other like two people who have just found an oasis in a desert and it was not long before we both exploded into each others mouths. I lost all sense of time and space as she set sky- rockets off in my head. Our bodies locked together in a total and intense release that started deep inside our wombs and burst forth to consume body and soul and fuse us together as one. It was so beautiful that I instantly fell in love with her and, thankfully, she with me. We were together for just over a year until she had to go overseas to start uni and we just slowly lost touch. That had ignited my bisexual interests dramatically and I am forever amazed that my first female experience occurred before my first male experience. Now, all these years later I often found myself looking at women in the street and secretly wondering if they had ever fucked another woman or even knew of its delights. My next-door neighbour also fell under such scrutiny. Michelle has long been the object of my licentious mind ever since she and her family moved in some ten years ago. She is quite attractive; her features and figure do make you look twice if not a third time. Maybe it is her mousy-blonde shoulder length hair combined with her well looked after figure; one that measures 34c – 26 – 36 (I know because I measured it myself, but that gets ahead of the story). Most people have to admit that after three children, Michelle does have a good figure and does not show any signs of her 43 years. I know from personal experience that she is a regular swimmer, which accounts for the firmness of her muscles as well as her breasts, but again I get ahead of myself. She also carry's her 5' 6" frame with an air of quiet determination that, when combined with a body hugging top, leaves a me quite breathless. I had noticed over a period of weeks that one of the brake lights on her four wheel drive were out, but every time I plucked up the resolve to go tell her she was either out, or I simply forgot, or both. Anyway, as the days slipped by, I dropped the notion thinking that her husband would have probably fixed it. However, to my surprise one sultry Monday morning, I saw that he had not. I was out the front yard watering the roses when she drove off to the bus stop with her son. I watched as she drove off down the street and my heart jumped as I saw only one of the three stoplights activate. My mind ran wild causing a swell in my groin. "Yes!" I thought, "he has not fixed them". I knew from recent observations that she would be home today, so about mid-morning I rang her doorbell. "Oh, hi Michelle", I barely managed, my words nearly catching in my throat, "I hope I have not disturbed you?" "Oh, hi Sue. No not at all. Come in.," she said with a sweep of her arm to indicate I was to enter. "I… I do not want to keep you from …." "Come in and have a tea". She suggested. Cutting me off in mid sentence, much to my relief. "Sit down and get yourself comfortable while I get the tea". She walked off into the kitchen, my eyes riveted to her beautifully rounded behind. The three quarter track pants clinging to her slightly tanned legs and hugging the taut roundness of her bottom. I could just see the outline of her knickers through the pale blue trousers. Her white, sleeveless top fitted the form of her body like a glove too, giving her breasts that upward, buoyant look popular in today's fashion. I drank in every line of her form from head to toe and back again as she busied herself brewing the tea. She swung around smiling and the look in her eye seemed to indicate she knew exactly what I had been doing and thinking. I tried to swallow but my throat was too dry. She turned back to the sink and resumed her preparations. I sank back into the comfy beige coloured lounge and closed my eyes trying to suppress the rampant thoughts invading my mind, more to stave off disappointment than anything. The room was large and well decorated to make it feel light but cosy too. A nice combination of feminine attention to fine detail and colouring and a contemporary look of timber finishes. She walked over to the small table between the two 2 seater lounge chairs and as she approached I watched, intently and as discreetly as I thought possible, the gentle sway of her curvaceous chest and the outline of her feminine parts revealed by the tautness on her trousers around her crotch. Again she smiled as she bent to place the sugar bowl and jug of milk on the table, the V-neck of her top gapping just sufficiently enough to give glimpse her lacy pink bra, which gently cradled and moulded her luscious mounds. "Do you like two?" she asked offering a spoon full of sugar suspended above my cup, her neckline still gapping and my eyes still transfixed. "Two would be ideal", I replied, my mind racing with prospects fuelled by double meaning and wondering if she deliberately used that turn of phrase. "Milk?" "Um, oh yes please." I stumbled, brought round quickly from my sexy musings. "A little more please, I prefer it milky". She smiled a warm knowing smile and then sat directly opposite me and sipped her tea. I watch her over the rim of my cup as her pink lips pursed slightly to draw on the warm liquid. "Now, what can I do for you", she asked. "Well, I hate to seem nosey, but I noticed that two of your brake lights are out on your car. In fact they have been for some time but I keep forgetting to say something." "Are they?" she exclaimed calmly. "I'll have to get my husband to have a look at them, thank you very much for telling me". She smiled warmly. "It is one of my pet hates. You know, like seeing a crooked picture, you know, you just feel the urge to go up and straighten it". "Not to mention the safety aspect". She chimed in. "Nice tea". I remarked, trying to sound casual. We chatted about the weather and this and that in a casual manner, which belied my feeling of apprehension because of what I was going to say next. "I don't know if you remember but the last time you and I had tea like this we were in the middle of renovating our house, like we are right now." "Really? No, I did not remember". "The only difference is last time your daughter was home sick from school and just after we sat down to tea she came down from her room and curled up beside you." "What made you remember that?" She asked. "I would not remember a small thing like that. Ah! I bet there must be more to it than just that." She laughed half asking a question and half just commenting. "Oh, it sticks in my mind because…" I took a sip of my tea at this stage because I was not sure what her reaction would be to what I was about to add. I felt like running from the house, embarrassed at my stupid sexual motivations and then feeling trapped by my how I had turned the conversation to my own devises. I took a deep breath, finally deciding that I was not going to dye wondering. "Last time, your daughter curled up next to you as we chatted and then she started to lift the waist-band of the top you were wearing. You calmly stopped her hand as the top rose revealing your midriff and you said, 'she does not what to see up there'". I took another sip of tea. My heart pounding in my ears, hoping (praying for my own sake) that Michelle would react in a positive way, but trying to be realistic enough to know it there was a strong possibility that she may not. "I see! So there was more to the recollection!" she exclaimed with a warm smile. "And what did you say?" "At the time I said nothing. I shyly looked away." "And you have relived that moment over and over ever since?" she challenged quietly in a hushed voice. "Well, um… yes. To be honest, I have." I said with my eyes slightly downcast trying not to reveal my embracement. "What would your response be if, say, that situation played out right now?" I looked her straight in the eye, searching for clues as to her really feelings about what I had said and what I was obviously doing. I could feel my pulse in my temples as I saw some signs of nervousness in her yet a quiet calm which I put down to her being on the slightly high moral ground so to speak. "I think I should be the judge of that". I said immediately. "I see". She responded and with her clear blue eyes looking straight at me as she raised her top to reveal her glorious breasts. Her pink bra was pulling tight across her chest, deepening her cleavage dramatically. The bra was a delicate light pink with lacy edging, through which I could just make out the deeper pink of her areolas. "Is this what you really came here for, to see my breasts?" she challenged. "Very perceptive of you", I remarked as casually I could. She raised her hands to cup and mould her breasts in an astonishing display of open sexuality. My throat went dry as I sat, my eyes glued to her hands as her fingers idled over the noticeably hardened nipples. She looked down at her movements then at me from under her down turned head. "I have to tell you that I have never had a lesbian experience in my life. But, I have noticed you looking at me in a way that no one ever has. I can not deny that I have always thought of you as a very attractive woman, Sue. I mean attractive in ways that I have not thought possible about another female. Does that sound silly?" I shook my head. "I do not know why I am even doing this but I want to be with you Sue," she exclaimed then looked down at the floor. After a brief moment she lifted her head. "Tell me what to do, Sue, just let your pent up thoughts go wild". "Remove your top and bra!" I commanded in a quiet yet stern voice, not stopping to ponder on the consequences of a refusal. "Yes my mistress". She answered playfully. Michelle quietly removed her top, then shook her hair into free flowing locks and arched her back as she unclasped the hooks of her bra, then silently let the two garments slip to the floor. "Play with your breasts again for me again." I commanded. "Show me how you like them to touched." My mind was racing trying to comprehend how my dreams of this revisited past were now becoming reality. I watched intently as she gently caressed her breasts from beneath, softly squeezing the pale flesh. Her nipples had hardened very noticeably and the areolas had darkened and swelled slightly as well. With supple moves, her fingers toyed with her nipples, rolling them firmly between thumb and forefinger, pulling the hard nubs away from her chest. Her breath was becoming discernibly quicker as I watched her. My own juices were stirring deep inside my groin as well as my nipples stiffening to match hers. I stood and quickly removed my clothes. Standing across from this beautiful woman now playing with her own breasts for my (our) pleasure and me with my curvy figure on display for her eyes to feast upon for the first time. "Holy shit!" Michelle exclaimed seeing my body first time. "Excuse the language, but you startled me. Is that all you? And you have no pubic hair down there either?" "Yep. Ever bit is me and as bare as….." I replied smiling. "I have to ask, do you do that yourself? Your bareness I mean." "Yes, I shave myself. I do it during the day when I have more time and no interruptions; it is a delicate operation, " I said laughing. "It usually ends up with me masturbating quite wildly because I get so excited doing it." Her eyes were riveted to my bald pussy as I slowly covered my womanhood with sexy fingers, gently pressing my middle fingers into the top of my moist folds. "Lick each of your nipples". I snapped. "Yes my mistress, I shall try". She bent her head and snaked out her tongue while pushing the breast upward to meet it. I heard her gasp as she made contact, the wetness of her saliva coating the rosy pink bud. She moved to the other nipple, eagerly licking and lashing at it with quick movements of her tongue. I moved toward her and pressed my pussy onto her breast. She instantly knew what to do and pushed her hard nippled breasts into my cleft. I bent my knees slightly and started to move my pussy up and down against the swell of her breasts. Every upward thrust greeted with her tongue and wet mouth. I grasped her head as I thrust upward trying to get her mouth onto my soaking mound. Suddenly she released her breasts and inhaled me deeply into her hot wet mouth. She sucked me hard, almost completely swallowing my vagina and rubbing her nose against the small tuft at the top of my sex. My whole body went ridged as she sucked me deep and hard, then just as suddenly as she had engulfed me, she pulled away. Swiftly, Michelle stood and in a desperate flurry, had removed her lower garments and positioned herself on all fours, her arms resting on the sofa back. "Please eat me!" she cried, wiggling her bottom. I dropped to my knees only quickly looking at her sparsely cover mound. I slammed my face against her rump, burying my tongue into her sopping pussy and breathing deeply of the musky scent of her anus. "Argghhhhhhhhh", yessssssss! Fuck me Sue. Fuck me quickly with your tongue". I was driven to plunge my tongue as hard and fast into her as I could, tasting for the first time the liquid honey of her essence. I was lost in her scent, her juices coating my chin and face as I pushed her over the edge as quickly as possible. I felt compelled to give her as much pleasure as I could as quickly as I could, believing that this may well be the one and only time I might have her. I listened to her cries of intense pleasure, as I drank down her juices feeling her body quiver as she came on my tongue. I licked her with swift tongue movements from her rock hard clit to her musky anus until her orgasm subsided. Now I needed to fuck her soaking vagina to another powerful orgasm, but how? Fingers alone? Tongue only? Or, a combination of both? I pulled her to the floor bringing her softly down on top of me. I turn her so her head was placed between my splayed legs. Neighbourly Ch. 01 "I… I do not know how to please you Sue." I heard her say. "I want you but I do not want to disappoint you." I rolled her over and turned to kiss her fully on the mouth. "You would not disappoint me. I am so happy just to be able to touch you in such an intimate way. I have wanted to be with you for such a long time." I said in a whisper close to her ear. I caressed her gently kissing her ear and forehead light lips barely contacting her fragrant skin. She mewed softly, melting against my body. With my lips slightly parted I traced the outline of her full mouth, each time pulling away when she tried to clasp me with her own lips. The soft sensuousness of the moment melting us together as one heated being, soft touches on shoulders and fingers through hair erasing any fleeting thoughts of discomfort at this new found sexuality between us. I placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose that made her giggle. "Michelle, you do not have to know anything about loving another woman. You just follow you instincts and desires. If it feels good do it." She nodded, her eyes full of glowing tenderness. As I looked deeply into those liquid pools I felt her fingers tentatively caress my breast. "Mmmmm, " I purred, "just do to me what you like done to you." I buried my head into her chest, sucking the underside of her pale flesh into my wide mouth. Starting at the base I worked my way upward finally sucking her swollen nipple into my mouth. She gasped again. I locked my eyes on hers as I showed my teeth and ran them about her nipple, playfully biting them. She pushed herself firmly to me so I sucked hard. Her back arched as I ground my face hard into her tits, greedily feeding upon them. "Oh, my god that feels so good." She cried. Urged on I bit harder and she bucked her hips violently then clamped her hands about my head, holding me to her breast. "Yesssssssss," her breath hissed through clenched jaw, "chew me, make them harder. Please, Sue…… take me. Use me as your slave." I was gob smacked at the turn around in her demeanour. From quiet housewife to sex slave in just a few short minutes. I quickly turned around and buried my head between her silky thighs. I was astounded to see her cream covered nethers but my own need drove me to quickly plunge my tongue hard and deep inside her. Her eyes flew open at the sudden force of my entering her slippery channel pulling her clenched muscles apart with my hands that I snaked around under her arse. She grunted her approval with each impact of our bodies. I slammed my groin hard against her face, fucking her harder and faster with my tongue, my own need for orgasm building quickly. "Yessssssssssss, harder now mistress. Fill me. Spread me wide with your gorgeous fingers and devour me." I plunged my mouth hard against her fleshy outer lips as my fingers gouged them and prized them apart. Her inner sanctum pulsed with excitement as I stabbed it with my snaking tongue. I licked her fully with a flattened tongue, dragging it from her hard clit, down into her dewy canyon and through to her puckered anus and back. Her back arched at each contact with either clitoris or anus indicating to me that she really enjoyed both types of stimulation. She groaned loudly as I felt her body tense then release. She mimicked my ever movement and although inexperienced she certainly was giving my soaking pussy a good work over. Her vagina clenched around my exploring tongue, as did my own, as our mutual orgasms crashed in around us. "Oh my god………….. Michelle" I yelled through a strained throat, "going to come…" "Fuck me lover… please!" she yelled in reply. "Getting close too… lets come together." I thrust powerfully forward filling her. Her body convulsed and spasmed as her own climax racked her torso. We held each other tight, mouths clamped to convulsing vaginas as we erupted together. Her clutching ribbed channel spewing forth every last drop of her juices in response to her first ever bi-sexual encounter. Again and again her body shook with the waves of her orgasm, every ripple dancing along her now limp body beneath me. My own legs trembling as well and my head was spinning with the sheer happiness at having sweet Michelle's body below me and knowing I had just given her a beautiful female inspired climax. I dropped to her side and sat on the floor while Michelle curled up next to me, her hair looking very dishevelled and my come glistening on chin. We looked deeply into each other's eyes both of us enjoying the sudden quiet and stillness of this post-coital moment. I leant over and kiss her softly on the cheek. She smiled sweetly and gently caressed my face then kissed me full on the mouth. Our lips and tongues meet in a soft and tender joining conveying a depth of feeling we had just discovered for each other yet could not communicate verbally just yet. We looked longingly into each others eyes as I languidly stroked her back with the barest of touches. "Mmmmm, that feels so nice, Sue." She murmured. We stayed like that for close to 30 minutes the quietness and serenity swallowing us both and the rest of the world had disappeared somewhere off into the distance. "I think you could fix my brake lights. As a favour?" She whispered then kissed my cheek. "I guess I could try. I have seen it done and it should not be all that difficult." I said, slowly rising to my feet and putting my clothes back on. Michelle laid there on the floor eyeing me dreamily, the soft light coming from the window transforming her face from beautiful to drop dead gorgeous. I put on my sandals and then with an exaggerated flourish I bowed to her, "As my lady commands," and turned and left. Neighbourly Ch. 02 My thought processes were completely scrambled. Images of our encounter flashed and dissolved as quickly as time seemed to be passing. I was in slow motion yet all around me seemed to be moving extremely fast. I had just had a delicious bisexual encounter with the woman next door and a stream of past desires had suddenly become reality and a more were visible on the horizon, plus it seemed that there was a strong likelihood of a myriad more unforeseen times to come. I could still smell and taste her as I raced up to the petrol station for her new stop light bulbs as promised. The image of her teasing tongue snaking down to lick her own nipple, as I had commanded her to do, was all I could think of clearly. I recalled in my mind how anxiety had turned to apprehension as I sat watching Michelle in her kitchen and then, the next thing I knew, we were in each others arms, on the floor in a mass of tangled limbs enjoying, no, savouring a new found sexuality. It was possibly a fated meeting, but it was something that, if foretold to either of us at the start of the day, would have brought total dismissal from us both. Within a very short space of time I once again found myself upon her doorstep and ringing the doorbell. It was an old style pull cord that clanged the real antique bell inside the door. I stood upon her threshold with my heart thumping noticeably in my chest. "That was quick!" she exclaimed with a mock shyness. "I will only be a few more minutes and the task will be complete." I said showing her the two globes. She gave me the keys to her small, dark green four-wheel drive and suggested I let myself in after I had finished with the car as she had some things to do in the kitchen in the meantime. The stoplight replacement took a little longer than I expected because of the fiddly-ness of the fittings. Michelle obviously felt the same, because I caught sight of her a number of times peeking through the front window to see what I was doing. Eventually, she came out and climbed into the rear seats, draping her arms over the backs and asked me what I was doing. "The bloody socket, pardon my French, is tucked around behind the rear framework and I can not get enough purchase on the broken globe to get it out." I said, grunting with each effort. "You sound like a steam engine." She commented with a laugh. I was lying in the rear boot area of her 4-wheel drive and each time I moved, my baby pink singlet top would ride up exposing my midriff. I felt a cool breath of air on my tummy and looked up to see Michelle blowing a stream of air from her mouth down onto me. I smiled at her and she placed a kiss on the tips of her fingers and delicately transferred them to my lips. I softly responded with a pucker of my lips, which she returned to her own lips. That moment, although only consuming a very small quantity of real time, seemed to linger between us for an eternity. The softness of her expression impacting on me like butter left out on a hot day; I was melting before this lovely lady. Without saying a word we communicated complete story lines between us simply by looking into each other's eyes. Michelle was the first to move as she came round to the open rear door to lend a hand. She tenderly stroked my hair back out of my eyes and kissed my shoulder. "I really do appreciate you doing this Sue, but really, you needn't bother." I looked up at her, the sun catching her hair from behind and framing her head in a halo of golden light. "I wish I had a camera right now, you look so beautiful." I said, my heart skipping a hundred beats at her radiant natural beauty as she stood before me. "More so than usual." I added. Michelle blushed noticeably. "Bah!" she said dismissively. "You are just saying that. I am no competition against you. You have such a gorgeous look about you and you carry yourself with such grace and poise. I suppose that is attributable to you being model material, but nonetheless, you are simply genuinely beautiful." "Who said anything about being in competition!" I said, a little to sharpish than intended. "Sorry, I did not mean to …..," her voice trailed off. "No, Michelle. It is I who should apologize. I did not mean to sound so snappy just then. You are a very gorgeous woman in your own right. Just because I have done some modeling means absolutely zip. Do you ever notice how people of both sexes look at you and after you when you are out and about." She nodded. "Well, they are not just admiring your shoes are they?" She shook her head. "What do you think is going through their minds?" This time she shrugged, then smiled her little girl smile. "If they are like me, they look at you and think 'Wow, what a good looking, sexy woman. I wonder what it is like to fuck her." "Sue!" she exclaimed. "Well, I do. I mean I used to think that, until an hour ago. Now I know first hand." I said with a laughed and a cheeky twinkle in my eye. "Did you really used to think like that about me?" she asked quietly. I nodded my response. "I have to admit," she said shyly, "I think, well thought, but still think, like that about you." "I was hoping you did." I said, flushing just as much as Michelle had. I sat up and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She responded with a sensual caress of her own lips on mine. She then traced my lips with hers, placing delicate kisses all along my mouth but not lingering long enough for me to fully engage. I sat there transfixed, feeling the whole world vanish into the ether, the only tangible thing being this wonderful person in front of me, and the tenderness of the moment. "Sue," she started to ask with a slight hint of coyness displayed by her body language. "How, um, I mean when did you first discover you were, um…. You know." "Bi-sexual?" "Yes. Thank you. I was not sure how to put it. But how old were you when did you find out?" I sat cross-legged in the boot of her car and started to tell her of my first time with Vickie. "My first girl on girl experience occurred when I was 18." "That early." She exclaimed as she sat beside me, her eyes eager for every detail. I continued to relate the circumstances and detail the place and time, Michelle taking it all in. "It was so beautiful that I instantly fell in love with her and, thankfully, she with me." I said, in closing. "We were together for just over a year until she had to go overseas to start uni and we just slowly lost touch." I sighed, then added jokingly, "there was no internet nor email back in those days." Michelle reached over and took my hand in a gesture that indicated she could feel the regret that still lingered for a lost love. "That is so beautiful, Sue." Michelle whispered with a hint of withheld tears. I brushed her hair back off her face, "That had ignited my bisexual interests dramatically. I never had a proper sexual encounter with anyone prior to that night at Cronulla and I am still amazed that my first female experience occurred before my first male experience. Now, all these years later I often find myself looking at women in the street and secretly wondering if they had ever made love with another woman or even knew of its delights." "I think I know now of what you speak." She sighed. Then Michelle turned to me again, here eyes shining bright. "How did you get into modelling?" Was that through another lesbian experience?" "My, you are full of insightful questions aren't you?" I retorted, though tempered by a broad warm grin. This lovely lady beside me was once such a remote person to me, with barely a few sentences exchanged in any one meeting but now here we were talking of sexual matters as if we had known each other for decades. "Oh, sorry. I did not mean to pry." "Not at all." I said. "After what we have just experienced, I would be asking the same questions." She grinned cheekily but remained silent. "I was in David Jones in the city, shopping in their exclusive section looking for a suitable outfit to wear to a charity ball my then boyfriend's, now husband, company was hosting. I had just turned 22, and I was working in the city at the time and as it was my lunch break I decided to at least have a browse at what was on offer." "After a few bad choices, I found this black satin dress to try on. It was cut low in the front and tied up around the neck in a halter style. It was even lower cut in the back. A low curving line that stopped just above the small of my back. It was not the kind of dress you could not wear a bra with as the ties revealed the sides of your breasts near the arm and the plunging neckline and sheerness of the material would not have looked good other than being shaped by one's body alone." I smiled cheekily and my attentive audience of one nodded intently listening to my every word. "Wow. I bet it was expensive." Michelle chimed in. "And, I bet you look simply stunning in it too." "Thank you." I smiled. "I think I could have turned a few heads," flicking my hair back in an exaggerated way. We both laughed at that. "I came out of the change room to have a better look in the full length wall mirrors, when the designer came up to me. She was doing some in-store promotional work and was delighted to see me trying on one of her creations. She was about my height, maybe a little taller, but not altogether heavier in body and bottom, but noticeably larger in bust size. She would have been in her late forties I guess but she still had a good figure and was still very attractive facially. She started to fuss over me commenting about my figure, my bust, etc and suggesting I try this accessory and that. As she continued, Alyssa (she introduced herself after the first few minutes) was moving her hands more freely and she started to brush down across my breasts as she made excuses that the dress was not sitting right. I was not sure what to do or how to react. I was seriously inclined to take the dress from the outset but her attentions where causing me a bit of concern." "After I had explained the occasion to Alyssa, I asked her if she could suggest something else and she quickly ran off to her rack of new arrivals. She selected a floor length hot pink satin dress which was strapless but had a delicate gold chain that clasped across the back, the back line then dipped deeply to just above my bottom. She urged me to try it on and all but picked me up and took me into the change room. She was so excited and even asked if I had ever thought of doing any modelling. I reply in the negative and she said she could just see me on the catwalk in her outfits. I blushed as she took the black dress I had just removed and placed it on a hanger. I was standing there in my white lace bra and matching knickers, inwardly relieved that I had put on some descent underwear that morning, when she brushed her hand quite deliberately across my crotch, which made me jump slightly. She told me that I had some strands of material from the black dress caught on my underwear and then she, with a forcible and commanding hand, turned me about looking me up and down. To my astonishment though, all this fuss and attention she was now showering on me also started to make me feel a tad excited." '"I have to have you as a model for my new collection,' she said to me as she turned me around looking me over and over again." "I would have run for the hills," said Michelle. "I nearly did!" I told Michelle, "but the idea of modeling her clothes plus the butterflies she was giving me rooted me to the spot." I turned and looked at my lovely neighbour and took her hand in mine as I continued my tale. "Michelle, do you know the exclusive floor in DJ's in the city?" "I have been there once or twice so I kind of know where you mean etc." Her hand gently squeezed mine in a soft reply of recognition of where I meant. I interlaced my fingers in hers and continued. "Well, because it is so expensive and that, you do not get a lot of the lunch time crowds there, in fact it is a good escape." We both chuckled in agreement. "The change room Alyssa had directed me too was away in a remote corner so she had me virtually all to herself. She continued to admire my body and underwear commenting on its styling and such. Then she cupped my breasts and started to toy with my nipples. I stood transfixed and she just looked me straight in the eye and said, 'You are a very beautiful woman, Sue and I want to make love to you.' Just straight out with it she came. I could feel my nipples enlarging as she thumbed them through the flimsy material of my bra. 'Since you have not moved I can only assume that you want to as well.' She said and I nodded my consent suddenly feeling my legs getting weak from the rush of sexual excitement I was now feeling." "Alyssa, pulled me to her and kissed me ferociously. Her mouth engulfing mine and sucking my tongue almost out of my body. I felt consumed by her passion and pushed my tongue hard back against hers. She groaned her joy at having me acquiesce in her arms. I did not even stop to think of the possibility of being discovered, the suddenness of her move on me had not given me time to think at all. She deftly pulled the cups of my bra below my breasts and bent her head to feed greedily upon them. I threw my head back in ecstasy and cuddled her black haired head to me as she suckled noisily. I groaned deeply each time she firmly chewed on one of my throbbing nubs, rolling it then pulling it with her teeth and then sucking hard to keep it stretched." "My legs were trembling, more from the intense sexual attack than any nerves, and she eased me back so I could sit on the corner slat bench seat in the room. I placed my bottom on the edge with Alyssa still sucking my tits. I looked down to watch her and even in the demure lighting of the room I could see the copious amounts of her saliva coating each swollen bud. With hands alone, she indicated that I should lift my bottom and as I did she removed my sticky panties. Once removed the cool air that ran up between my now splayed legs as somewhat refreshing. Alyssa remained on my breasts as she slid two fingers deep into my sodden groin. As soon as she had them knuckle deep she went down on me, her tongue smashing into my swollen clitoris. I caught my breath at her touch and bucked my hips up to greet her onslaught. Her fingers pulled back then drove in hard making me gasp again and again while her tongue licked right along the hard ridge of my clit. I lost control of my legs as they started to shake visibly. I held onto the edge of the seat for all I was worth, my knuckles tuning white as she pounded me hard with her fingers. I cried out to her that I was about to climax and she increased her pace. I threw my head back and supported my body on my arms as I swayed my vagina up to her invading fingers and spearing tongue.' 'Then I exploded. I clamped my thighs around her head, locking her to me as I shook totally out of control of my being. All manner of spectral lights played across the insides of my eyelids as she drove me over into a bottomless void of beautiful delight. I eased my bottom back onto the seat as I slowly regathered my senses and gently ran my fingers through her raven hair. We did not exchange any words for quite a while, we just sat and savoured the moment.' 'Finally she stood and pulled me to my feet. She kissed me tenderly and then said, 'Now, my dear, here is my card. Come to my office tomorrow at 11am and I'll discuss the modeling contract I would like you to sign you.' I looked down at the business card and nodded. "Oh, by the way Sue, don't bother buying any of these outfits from here. I have these and some others at my office that would be perfect for you to wear. Call it an upfront engagement fee.' Then she simply turned and left. I suddenly realized where I was and what had just happened and feeling rather embarrassed, I dressed and made my exit as quickly as I could. I did not want to make eye contact with the staff but somehow I got the feeling they knew very well what had happened. I got back to my office and sat in a state of bewildered bliss. I replayed the events of that meeting with Alyssa repeatedly throughout the afternoon and twice I found myself in the ladies masturbating to relieve the insistent tingle I had between my legs.' "I can relate to that, my dear girl", said Michelle sitting crossed legged beside me. She smiled at me knowingly and quickly got out of the car. I could tell she was feeling excited by what I had told her, god knows I was too. I reached for her wanting to kiss her and hold her but she gracefully evaded my grasp. "I had better let you get on with that," she said pointing to the brake light panel. "I will be in the kitchen waiting for you. I will even have the tea pot ready, so please do not be long." She bounded away, a certain new spring in her step. I watched her bottom as she disappeared wishing I could feel those soft white moons in my hands right now. But I had made an offer to do this task and I was not going to let it defeat me. Surprisingly, once I got restarted, I managed to replace the bulbs within ten minutes. It was getting hot and sultry, the predicted storms beginning to build in the south. I could feel trickles of perspiration running down between my breasts as a result for my exertions and the humidity. A wicked thought crossed my mind with Michelle obediently licking my cleavage dry with her exquisite tongue. A shudder of excitement ran through me as I closed the car up and turned to go inside. As Michelle had suggested, I entered using the key on her key ring. The only sound was the occasional clink of cups and saucers being washed up so I made straight for the kitchen. To my astonishment and very pleasant surprise, Michelle was doing the washing up wearing only a pair of bone coloured lacy panties and her sleeveless-top that she had worn earlier, and even from this distance I could tell she did not have a bra underneath. To add to this splendid sight, she also had on a pair of black high heels. The overall effect on me was like a moth to a flame. I was drawn without hesitation. I went to her and lustfully thrust my body against her back and gorgeous behind. I pressed my breasts into the small of her back as she arched her back pressing her behind into me. I pushed forward pinning her body between my pelvis and the sink while I grabbed at her breasts. I pressed the 'V' of my hands under the rise of her breasts and pushed firmly up, squeezing the thumbs of each hand hard into the firmness of her flesh. She groaned loudly from deep within her throat as I pinched her nipples quite firmly, pulling on them through the material of her top. My mouth found her neck and then I started gently nibbling on her ear lobe. "Oh, Sue, that feels wonderful." She mewed. After a few minutes of this, I dropped one hand down her tummy and across the front of her flimsy knickers. The waistband was wet, but that was from the water in the sink unlike the gusset, which was saturated with her vaginal secretions. I pushed my index finger hard into the folds and wetness seeped through and coated my finger. I raised it and told her to lick it clean. She opened her mouth and with that darting tongue quickly lapped up her own juices, licking her lips as well. "So you like to be told how to go about pleasing your lover?" I asked, leaning my body hard against hers, my mouth on her ear. "Oh yes, Sue, I never get to do things this way normally but with you it seems... " She did not finish the sentence but we both knew what she meant. Somehow we both felt safe and secure enough to let go and release our inhibitions, things just felt right between us despite the brevity of our closer association. I noticed a bread knife lying in the sink and knew right away I had to use it. I pressed my hips hard against her bottom again as I reached for it, Michelle catching her breath slightly as she saw what I going for. Without saying a word, I slipped the knife into the waistband of her knickers and cut it through. She gasped excitedly. Neighbourly Ch. 02 I stood back, admiring her soft skin and the lovely sway of her back and the dimples just above her bottom. I then cut the other side and roughly pulled her panties away from her lower body. I balled them up in my hand and held the juice soaked gusset up on front of her face. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" I asked firmly. "Oh god yes, Sue. You have no idea how horny your story was and now cutting my knickers away like that has made me feel even more so. I cannot resist you. I am your slut, your toy... fuck me as you see fit." "Suck it. Taste your own juices. Your flooding vagina has soaked your knickers you naughty woman." She opened her mouth wide and sucked hard on the wet material. She drank deeply and I could hear her moan of pleasure at her own taste. I slapped her buttock. She jumped and then sighed as the initial shock subsided. "Mmmmm. Spread your legs but stay leaning against the sink." I commanded. I pressed my foot to the inside of each foot in a mock kick, indicating that she should do as I asked. I dropped to my knees between her wonderfully splayed legs. The hiar on her lightly covered mound was mattered and laying flat on her mons with the copious amount of lube coming from her inviting pussy. Her outer lips were quite puffy with arousal and the juices coming from her had covered her inner thighs now as well. I roughly pushed her arse cheeks apart to look at her winking rear entrance. The tight starfish shaped opening seemed to be beckoning for me to lick it, so I did. I speared my tongue tip hard against her resistant anus, licking her with all the fury I could muster. I slid my tongue into Michelle's anus. I could feel her hips start to move in a slow circular motion, as my tongue penetrated her with every thrust. She groaned loudly and ground her body down onto my probing tongue. Again her juices flowed with her pent up desire coating my chin. "Oh my god, Sue, that feels so good," she hissed through clenched teeth. "That's it, suck me there, I have never had anyone do that before. I love it, please stick your tongue deeper up my arse." As I continued to tongue fuck Michelle's tight arse, I slipped my hand around to her pussy, and slowly pushed two fingers between her juicy pussy lips and began to rub her erect clit. I could feel her juices starting to flow more heavily now over my fingers, so I inserted another finger deep into her vagina. "Aaarrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, "God yesssssssssss." I knew that Michelle was about to climax at any second by the intensity of the shuddering waves coursing up and down her legs. I gave her a quick barrage of my three fingers deep into to her body, slightly bending them at the top of each thrust to put pressure on the tender spot on the inner topside of her pubic bone. This sent her over the top. I quickly removed my fingers and sucked her whole vagina into my wide-open mouth. The vacuum suctioned me to her as she exploded. "I am cominggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg" she yelled as her body convulsed strongly in response to my targeted attentions. My mouth was filled over and over as I clutched hold of her hips to keep my mouth clamped to her pussy. Her hips bucked widely, knocking my head against the cupboard door and each wave making her trust her mound hard onto my mouth. Slowly her orgasm passed and I relaxed my grip, licking her swollen lips and tasting the thick creaminess of her deepest juices. I turned and sat, fully sitting under her body now, with my back again the cupboard door. I used my thumbs to pry her labia open and attached my mouth firmly upon her mound again. I flattened my tongue and ran it from her anus to her clit and back again, slurping up her flow with as much noise as I could make. Her hips bucked as I made contact with her oversensitive clitoris and she ground her arse hard down onto my mouth again urging me to eat her pussy. I slapped her rump hard once more reminding her not to let go of the sink. She grunted her agreement as I continued to drink of her womanly fountain. Slowly I pushed both thumbs up into her vagina, her muscles gripping the invaders trying to draw them deeper. I pushed them fully inside, stopped then slowly withdrew, drawing a flood of wetness. I smeared the flow across her anus using slow rotating movements of my thumbs to get her rear hole to relax. With each rotation I pressed upward more firmly until I felt it was time to move on. I quickly dipped my thumb back into her pussy then pressed it firmly into her arse. I heard her gasp and catch her breath as I forced my thumb into her virgin arse. A long guttural groan followed as I pushed the thumb completely up into her rear. I felt her bend her knees slightly to try and open her arse some more which only pressed her body onto my thumb even more. I held still, feeling her arse flinching as it got used to being opened in this foreign way. I then reached up and entered her pussy, using three fingers in a slow twisting motion. She shuddered and choked off a cry of pleasure as I finger fucked her slowly, grinding my knuckles against her swollen clit each time I fully entered her. I kept my thumb firmly imbedded in her arse as I started to fuck her pussy with more powerful upward strokes. I watched fascinated as her inner lips pulled down with my fingers as they withdrew, their dark redness glistening with the overflow of vaginal fluid dripping from her gorgeous body onto my chest and onto the floor. Gradually I started building the pace, pulling back and re-entering her flooding womanhood faster and harder in response to her cries and pleading for me to make her come. Looking up and saw her head lolling from side to side, her lips parted as the waves of pending orgasm ebbed and flowed but forever building to a crescendo. Faster and faster I plunged up into her body, delighting in the ecstasy she was feeling. My own senses were flying in conjunction with Michelle's, it was as if I was building to climax as well, my mind was consumed with being with this gorgeous, and previously untouchable, woman and now being able to make her climax so beautifully. Her ribbed channel clenched my fingers as I relentlessly pistoned up deep inside her. She tensed suddenly, her whole body clenching, every muscle clamping tight. "Oh Sue... going to... " the words caught in her throat., "come, god yessssssss." "Ffffuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed as she came hard on my fingers. She held my fingers deep inside her, the whole of her body shaking violently, her hair even draping into the sink water. As her floodgates burst, Michelle filled my mouth with a river of hot woman cum. There was nothing for me to do now but to suck her pussy dry, which I did, swallowing every mouthful of juice that she gave me. She came hard, pulsing wave after wave racking her body like the effects of a powerful earthquake. I gently withdrew my fingers from her trembling body and felt her body go limp. I eased her to the floor beside me and took her face in my hands, and covered her mouth with mine. Our lips parted, and our tongues met, I knew that Michelle was getting another good taste of her own cum, which was mixed with my saliva. She sucked my cum coated tongue into her mouth, again and again, not driven by lust but by a deep seated need to convey the fullness of the spectrum of emotions embodied in this moment. Long minutes passed as we enjoyed the simple pleasure of just being together. Neither of us wanted to move. "Oh Sue that was exquisite and so selfless. Thank you." She said with a trace of hard-suppressed emotion. "Ssshhhh now," I whispered. "I definitely enjoyed every moment just as much as you, believe me." I smiled and kissed her brow. "Sue, I think I…." I kissed her quickly on the mouth, cutting off the words that I felt myself and knew she were about to utter. She understood my action and I felt her body relax in an all over sigh. She snuggled into my shoulder. "We'll have to do this again." "Definitely."