Being a Good Neighbour by Telephoneman
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Being a Good Neighbour.
I was sitting in my flat (one of a block of four), reading Terry
Pratchett’s new book, when I heard what sounded like crying. I got up and
opened my door, which lead to communal stairs. Sitting at the bottom was
the from one of the upstairs flats, crying her eyes out.
‘What’s the matter’ I asked, ‘are you all right’. Before she could
answer I corrected myself. ‘Sorry! Of course you’re not all right’. She
paused her tears and just about managed a smile. ‘It’s me that should be
sorry, sitting here making a fool of myself, it’s just that...’
Then the tears resumed.
I put my arm round her and told her to come into my flat and tell me
what’s wrong. I sat her down on my couch and gave her a large brandy. I
then sat beside her and waited for the tears to subside.
Over the next couple of hours I learned her name was Jane, she was 28
(I’d thought about 33-35 but fortunately didn’t tell her) and had just
found out her partner, Steve, had been seeing another woman for the past
six months. Steve and Jane had been living together for over five years
and had been seeing each other since college. During her tale, which had
been interspersed with numerous bouts of tears, she had moved from one end
of the couch to my side ending up with her head and hands on my chest and
with my right arm around her shoulder.
A bad divorce (as if there’s a good one) and a few gold diggers had
meant it had been a while since I’d last been with a woman. Jane was tall
about 5’8” and very slim. I was trying, and on the whole succeeding, not
to view her sexually. The last thing she needed was some coming on
to her. Oh yes! I’m David a 49-year-old divorcee.
Carrying on with the story, Jane had told Steve to get out and followed
him down the stairs to throw after him his dirty washing. She’d slammed
the communal front door and just collapsed into tears on the stairs, which
is where I’d found her.
A couple of brandies later, Jane decided to go back upstairs to her now
empty flat. At my front door she apologised for the trouble she’d brought,
to which I’d laughed and said it was worth it to hold a beautiful woman in
my arms, adding that she should come down anytime she wanted to talk or
just a shoulder to cry on. With that I shut my door and tried to get back
to my book. I couldn’t help thinking about Jane. I knew how any break-up
hurt, especially when you’re on your own.
I also own up to thinking how beautiful Jane was, and wishing I were a
decade or two younger.
A few days later, I was just about to step into the shower before going
to bed, when my doorbell rang. Grabbing a towel I wondered who was calling
– I didn’t get many, no, make that any, callers during the day, never mind
at 10:30 at night. I opened the door and Jane walked in holding a bottle
of wine, a couple of glasses and dressed in nothing but a long tee shirt.
Seeing my puzzled face she laughed and said that I’d told her to call
anytime. I’d like to say that she gave my barely covered body the once
over but I don’t think it even registered that I was only wearing a towel,
and not a very big one at that. (For those of you that are interested I’m
not too bad looking, 6’6” tall, slim (ish!) with a slight paunch and hair
that can’t make up its mind whether to go grey or just to go)
‘I though I’d come and thank you for the other night’ Jane said. ‘I
needed to talk to someone just to get it off my chest’
Then, noting what I was wearing, or to be more precise what I wasn’t
wearing, Jane just said ‘ Doesn’t cover much does it?’
‘Well I wasn’t expecting nocturnal visitors’ I laughed. I thought about
going to get dressed but my attire didn’t seem to bother Jane so why should
it bother me. Jane’s attire did bother me because I was certain that she
had no bra on. I felt my cock twitch at the thought. ‘ Behave yourself
David!’ I thought. In the meantime Jane had sat down, filled the two
glasses and was now holding out my glass. I took it and sat next to her.
‘I’ve just got off the phone to Steve’ Jane started, ‘He wants to come
back...’
‘Typical woman let’s get away with anything and then welcomes him
back as if nothing’s happened’ I started to think.
‘... and believe it or not I don’t care’ she continued, ‘I really don’t
care. I thought I needed him. He’s the only I’ve ever been out with
but apart from that first night I haven’t missed him at all.’
With that she smiled with such radiance I could have left all the
heating off. She the swivelled on the couch grabbed her knees to her chest
and faced me. ‘What do you think of that then David?’ she asked.
What I thought was shocking, because when she’d grabbed her knees she
had revealed a brief but full view of her pussy. She was not wearing
anything at all under her tee shirt. She was as sexy as I have every seen
a woman. But it was all conflicting signals, coming in wearing next to
nothing, showing me a glimpse of her yet nothing in her words or
voice showed anything sexual.
Up until now I had managed to avoid thinking of Jane sexually (OK well
managed to control what I was thinking then) but now I had a bulging
erection. With just a towel to hide behind, my cock was in full control.
Jane obviously noticed and giggled, ‘Anybody would think I’m a boy’ she
said.
Now this threw me totally. Looking bewildered I asked her ‘Why do you
say that?’
‘Isn’t that what turns you on, or is it men?’ she asked.
‘No!! Neither it’s women that turn me on and right now it’s one in
particular’
‘You’re not then’ Jane gasped.
The thought of being made cock disappear back from where it came,
but it explained the confusing signals, she’d acted like I was another
woman because she thought I was not interested in her at all. ‘What made
you think that’ I finally asked.
‘Well Steve always said you were, and the other night when I was in your
arms you never tried to do anything’
‘Did you want me to do anything?’ I asked.
‘No’
‘Don’t you think I knew that?’
‘It doesn’t stop most men!’ she said with disgust.
‘Well I have no control over other but I’m not going to come onto
someone in the state you were in. Even if I had have been tempted I’m not
vain enough to think that a beautiful woman is going to fancy me’
‘That’s twice you’ve called me beautiful. No one else ever has not even
Steve’
Still a bit upset I almost shouted, ‘I call you beautiful because you
are, not just to look at but inside too, I found that out on Wednesday,
you’re a special person, you gave too much to Steve and he threw it back in
your face.’ I leaned over toward her and gently put my hands on her cheeks
and looked at eyes, ‘Jane. You are extremely beautiful and if I was
younger then...’ I let my sentence trail off because I had gone too far.
‘I’m sorry’ I said, ‘I didn’t mean to... you know’
Jane returned my gaze, looking directly into my eyes. I felt a powerful
surge of power come from Jane’s face through my hands and head straight for
my cock. It was at full mast almost immediately. I looked down at the
bulge under my towel and I felt rather than saw Jane’s eyes follow suit.
‘I think you’d better go before I rape you’ I said trying desperately to
make it a joke.
Jane said nothing for a few moments then stood up and faced me. ‘You
couldn’t rape me’
Jane was right, I knew I could never do anything against any woman’s
wishes but I’d found where the line was. But I realised I’d mistaken
Jane’s meaning when she continued ‘It’s only rape if its against my will’
with that she knelt down by my knees and slowly moved the towel away. She
placed her hands on my thighs and slowly moved them to caress my shaft. I
didn’t know what had brought this on but I didn’t care, all that mattered
was Jane’s hands rhythmically moving up and down. Jane bent down and
started to lick the precum from my cock. I put my hands under her
shoulders and lifted her up. Jane looked a bit shocked.
‘Don’t you want me to suck you?’
‘Of course I do but the way I’m feeling at the moment I won’t last two
seconds and I want to make this last forever’ With Jane now standing in
front of me I put my hands on the outside of her calves and slowly followed
the contours of her lush body. As my hands travelled up they scooped her
tee with them lifting it first enough to view her beautifully trimmed
bush then small but perfectly formed breasts. With one final lift Jane was
standing naked in front of me. It was my turn to go on my knees, placing
my hands behind her caressing the baby soft skin of her firm buttocks I
leaned forward. Before my tongue could begin its exploration of her pussy,
I paused to inhale the distinctive aroma of desire. I placed my tongue
where her soft trimmed down met her legs and traced the shape of her pussy.
My hands were still caressing her arse and pulling her towards my mouth. I
moved my mouth to just above her dark brown curls and kissed her stomach
and then inched down kissing as I went. As my tongue finally found her
slit and gently probed it Jane let out gasp and placed her hands on the
back of my head. I moved my tongue slightly lower skirting her clit, a
prize to be savoured later, until I found the entrance to her womanhood.
She was quite wet already and I licked and her fragrant love juices
until I needed to explore further. I pushed my tongue as far inside her as
I could, savouring every bit of the nectar her gorgeous could produce.
My hands continued to explore her arse with one finger gently playing with
arsehole without actually seeking entry. My tongue seemed to have a mind
of its own and decided now was the time to play with Jane’s clit. No
sooner had I touched it than Jane pulled my head hard onto her and
shuddered and came loudly, very loudly. With my mouth pressed tightly
against her clit I moved my right hand from behind Jane and used my fingers
to try and trace the source of this river that had just started to flow.
Jane’s climax continued for longer than any woman I’ve known with her
screaming, my tongue duelling with her clit and my fingers fucking her.
Finally the pressure on my head eased and Jane came down from wherever
she’d been. I moved my head and sat back on my feet looking up at her. It
was a few seconds before she looked down at me and said simply ‘Whew that
was something.’
I sat down again on the couch and pulled Jane toward me so that she had
her knees either side of me. She looked down at my still engorged cock and
reached down and guided it to waiting cunt. It went in as if they’d been
made for each other. Jane started to move up and down her moist gripping my bursting cock. I was trying to move up and down in rhythm with
Jane but not too quickly as I was ready to come almost immediately. As
Jane was doing most of the work I lay back against the couch and watched
her, trying to take my mind off the urgent desire to fill this beautiful
woman with my cum. I looked at her and realised that I had spent
what had seemed like an eternity between Jane’s legs and was now fucking
her or she was fucking me, yet I hadn’t even touched her breasts. They
were quite small but exquisitely formed with nipples just made for sucking.
That would have to wait so I used the palms of my hands to touch her
nipples, which hardened in response. Then using my fingertips I traced the
outline of each before gently cupping each one.
I had neglected my cock long enough and I knew that no matter what I
tried to think about I was going to come and come very, very soon. ‘I’m
coming Jane, I’m coming now’. As much as I wanted to wait for her I knew I
couldn’t stop and I emptied two years of deep into Jane. I seemed to
keep coming and coming and coming.
Fortunately Jane found it was enough to bring her own climax and I felt
her shudder as her body gripped my cock as if it was life itself.
‘An even bigger Whew!! To think what I’ve been missing all this time’
‘What do you mean missing?’ I asked.
‘Well Steve never did that for me, in fact I don’t think sex between us
ever lasted that long in total’
‘What did he do then?’
‘Sometimes he’d use his fingers to get me wet then just stick his big
cock in and come in about two minutes’
‘Did you ever come?’
‘Rarely, but never like I’ve just done. I’ve only heard friends saying
it could be that good. I didn’t whether they were lying or if there was
something wrong with me. I know now – neither’.
I stood up in front over and bent down to kiss her for the first time.
It was a short gentle kiss. I took hold of her hand and said as I led her
to my bedroom, ‘Well Jane, that’s just the beginning’
Having heard Jane describe her past sexual experience, summed up as
being a receptacle for her boyfriends seed, I wanted to make her realize
how good sex could be for both partners. I got Jane to lie down on the bed
and spent ten or more minutes looking at her telling her how gorgeous,
beautiful and sexy she was with just the occasional caress of her body I
was praising.
A couple of times during this period I thought I must wake up, women
like Jane just don’t happen to me.
After a while I knelt on the bed and continued telling her how good she
was and how lucky I was to be with her, but now I also began by kissing
Jane, firstly gentle kissing her closed eyelids, while letting my
fingertips softly stroke the rest of her face and neck. I loved watching
Jane as the gentle touch of my lips played on her delicate lids. I then
allowed my lips to follow my fingers around her face kissing her nose, her
cheeks lingering over each of her lips in turn, not kissing her mouth just
taking each of her lips between mine and rubbing my tongue along them. I
kissed her neck and spent a few moments softly nibbling her ears, something
I believe she enjoyed.
I then kissed her properly first with a gentle kiss but too quickly
growing into a full passionate battle of our tongues. As I wanted this to
last as long as possible I reluctantly broke the kiss to once again pay
attention to her ears playing gently with the lobes teasing them with my
lips and teeth. I was determined that Jane should not only enjoy what I
was doing but that the memory would stay with her forever.
That I was doing something right came when Jane cried. ‘Oh God! I’m
coming again’. I felt superb that I could make her come by just touching
and kissing her face when I noticed her hand buried between her legs. ‘Not
just me then!’ I thought, ‘stop being bigheaded David’.
Anyway, I took Jane’s orgasm as a sign to move my attention to the rest
of her body. Using my tongue I traced a line from her throat down to her
right breast. Still with my tongue I circled the each time getting
closer to her nipple. When I finally let my tongue touch her now very
erect nipple Jane reacted as if my tongue carried with it an electric
current. Her body arched and her hands went to the back of my head pulling
me onto her breast. I happily obliged and took as much of her into my
mouth as possible. With Jane’s hands pushing my mouth delicacy was
impossible so I changed tactics squeezing her left and pinching her
nipple quite hard. Jane’s were obviously more of an erotic zone
than any other woman I’d known so I continued using my hands on both her
breasts. Squeezing each in turn, allowing her nipple to protrude which I
at first gently bit but when told ‘Harder’ I gladly obliged.
By now, for some strange reason, I was hard again and deeply wanted to
be inside Jane. Before I was prepared to; I wanted to show her just how
good oral sex can get. I positioned myself with my knees on the bed by
Jane’s shoulders and my head between her legs. Somehow I managed to trace
all around her without actually touching it. I say somehow because
Jane was screaming at me to do the job properly and my cock was telling me
to fuck her NOW!
Having built up the tension I let my tongue at first run along Jane’s
cunt lips now engorged as my cock was before letting it slide between those
two guardians of desire. I went straight to her clit using my lips and
tongue to pay it the attention it both deserved and wanted. Again I
quickly felt Jane’s hands forcing my head into her (as if I actually
needed forcing). It was not long before I felt her muscles spasm, letting
me know that my work was coming to fruition. Jane came with an intensity
that both surprised me and pleased me immensely. Just as Jane started to
come down I let my tongue enter her where the recent orgasm and the
heat from her body produced the finest wine the world has known. I was so
drunk on its flavour and that wonderful aroma that I could have stayed
there forever. For that brief moment even the throbbing of my very
impatient cock meant nothing, I was in heaven. Whoever said giving is
better than receiving must have just done the same as me.
Jane’s softly spoken ‘Fuck me now please David’ broke my trance.
I quickly turned around, lay between Jane’s parted legs and entered her
so smoothly and naturally it was if we were made for each other. Jane was
so wet that it helped me hold back but she was also so hot that I felt her
heat enter my body through the conduit of my cock. I went slow at first to
help me last longer but I soon realised that at that moment that was the
tempo Jane wanted, so being selfish helped Jane too. After what seemed
like hours, but obviously wasn’t, of slowly making love to this delicious
creature below me I felt myself starting to come. It didn’t matter how
slow I tried nothing was going to stop this eruption. In that odd way that
women have Jane knew both what was happening and what I was thinking.
‘Fill me now’ and then she absolutely astonished me by adding ‘give me your
baby’. That was it. I came by the gallon, and with the same intensity I’d
seen in Jane a few moments ago.
I collapsed and lay on top of Jane, my deflating member still inside
Jane, thinking of her last few words.
When we had both recovered we both started to speak. Jane simply said
‘I meant it you know’. She didn’t need to add anything, as we both knew
exactly what she meant.
Six months later and Jane is not pregnant but we are married. I still
don’t know who has had all the bad luck to compensate for my good fortune.
Every morning when I wake up and see Jane lying by my side I pinch myself.
Jane cannot understand what the fuss is about. We love each other she
says, so nothing else matters.
I said jokingly to her this morning ‘I love you twice as much as
yesterday but only half as much as tomorrow’
But then they also say many a true word said in jest.
Telephoneman
As usual I appreciate all comments, including criticisms. All I ask is
that you tell me your sex (if it isn’t obvious) as this will help future
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