My Old Neighbor

Author’s note: This is first story in the series ‘The Good Neighborhood’. All stand alone different stories but some stories may have two installments.

We had left our native town, where we had spent the best years our life, to settle in the big city. We both had good jobs and our 7 year old daughter was studying in the same school where her mother taught. For a start I was given the night shift by the company. I was not complaining. The pay was nearly double and I was free whole day to do whatever I chose to. I helped my wife with the household chores and ferried them to and from the school. I cooked meals for them whenever I felt like it, which was most of the time. I am a good cook and I actually like cooking it gives me a thrill trying new recipes and try my own innovations.

The arrangement was good. Everything was going smoothly. There were no hurries or worries. We were ahead with our installments and were hoping to clear our home loan for the flat we were living in, in the next two years. We were not going to be stuck in this two bedroom apartment for whole our life. There were other long term plans too. I could sleep for a few hours after my wife and daughter left for the school and at night also I usually got a shut eye for a couple of hours late at night.

Everything was fine except our sex live. I left for the job before my wife and kid went to bed and when I came back they were usually up and about getting ready for the school. Rarely did we get a chance to be together, only on my off days. Nobody except me was minding it. So I never raised the subject, knowing only too well that there was no sympathetic ear to listen to my prayer. My wife was very much satisfied with the once in a week fuck. She was more concerned about the money which was rolling in.

So I started looking for an alternative, though I was not very hopeful. Our seven- storey apartment society was mostly deserted during the day. I tried looking for some company in the park in front of our society hoping to meet someone from the fairer sex and I wandered around periphery, our building, went window shopping in the nearby market and mall. I even went riding the lift up and down like a kid.

But zilch.

I was thinking of shifting my hunting ground to my office surroundings but at night that area is even more deserted than our society. So I was about to drop the whole idea and try some other form recreation. At present I was satisfying myself just by watching videos clips on my phone. Rarely did I come across some good video.

Then one day I was coming back from our bank which is not very far from our locality. (I had decided to walk the distance to kill time and at the same time get some exercise.) I was feeling very happy seeing the way our account balance was swelling when I saw a skirt, no not a skirt, a knee length frock walking in front of me. That is a rare thing mostly mature women wear traditional clothes Saris Salwar-kameez etc. etc.. She was carrying big bags in both her hands and was about to double up. She looked older than me. But her back was something to look at. She was tall. She had left her shoulder length wavy dark hair open. The cool breeze stirred them continuously. Her waist was slim and below that the hips spread out in a wide round curve. And her naked calves were lean.

Old! When did ever age matter in affairs of Love, Relationships and Sex? Immediately, my chivalrous persona came to the fore. I quickened my pace.

“Let me help you ma’am.” I said as I reached astride her.

I slowed down to match her pace. She looked at me as if I was a god sent angel. She was already out of her breath. She surrendered one of the big poly-bags immediately without a word. I bent down and unburden her of the other bag too. The bags were heavy.

What was she carrying in them? Gold bricks?

We walked silently for a few yards, not knowing what to say. I stole a glance towards her. She was older than what I had imagined looking at her back. Wrinkles had started to appear on her face. She had not tried to hide them with any make-up. The top button of her frock was open and being a lot taller than she was I could easily see the cleavage and the bulge of her ample bosom and the prominent clavicles. The boobs were sagging because of their own weight and of course, the old age. Her bra was barely coping with the task assigned to it. Below those melons her tummy was flat.

Relieved of her load she soon stopped panting.

“Gallantry is not dead after all.” She said giving me a pleasurable smile as she caught me looking at her.

I didn’t know how to answer that. I simply smiled back.

“On which floor do you live?” I asked .

“Third, 304.” She replied pointing with her index finger towards her flat. “And You?”

“Directly above you, 504.”

“Yeah! Never seen you before. I am here from last two years.” She said.

She was keeping close to me though there was ample space on the footpath. I could smell the perfume she was wearing. Our almanbahis arms brushed against each other’s ones or twice. My dick was raising its head. I imagined myself kissing the smile lines on her face. I tried to brush off that image. She was older than my mother.

Sex starved?

“We moved here only six month ago.” I replied turning towards her an image of me hugging her tight with her breasts crushed again my chest floated in front of my eyes.

“Six months is a long time.” She said thoughtfully.

We entered the building and stopped just inside the door. The lobby was pitch dark. The routine electricity cut that was bothering the people for the last three days, the pre-summer check-up and repair. I already knew about it. She looked at me with horror- No Lift.

She stretched out her hands for her bags. “I will carry them upstairs.” She said.

“No way.” I said and made for the stairs.

She followed me through the dark stairs and quickly brushed past me as we reached her floor to unlock the door and hold it open for me. I put down the big bag just inside her door.

“Come in.” She said walking in. it was more like an order rather than an invitation.

I walked in after her.

She turned when we were in the center of her drawing room.

“I don’t know how to thank you. I was on the brink of fainting.”

“No mentions the pleasure was all mine.” I said foolishly.

“Let me make some tea for you.” She said literally dragging the bags into her kitchen.

“No thanks, some other time.” I said wavering at the last moment.

Some thing was bound to happen if I stayed there for long. Not only that my cock was growing slowly in length and breadth but I could feel a tension in her also. But wasn’t it what you had been looking for all these days, a love interest, the extra marital bliss? I asked myself.

‘She is older than your mother’ a voice spoke from inside me somewhere near the top.

“A glass of water at least.” She said stepping closer.

“Okay.” I replied not wanting to look rude.

The room was in great disarray. The sofa chairs, the center table and the coffee tables all were laid scattered haphazardly.

“Take any chair you like.” She said with a laugh noticing me watching the disorder.

I deemed it better to keep standing.

She came back with a glass tumbler full of sparkling water. Our fingers touched as she gave it to me. Her face glowed like a 100 watt bulb.

“I was trying to revamp. I couldn’t do it on my own. The things are too heavy for me so I gave up half way.”

“I can come and help you with it.”

“No! I can’t ask you that much to do.” She said taking my hand. Her fingers pressed my fingers. The physical contact was made. I didn’t want her to break it. I pressed her cold delicate fingers.

“It’s nothing; it won’t take even half an hour.” I said. “And you can give me tea and maybe a snack.” I said laughing.

“But only on one condition.”

“What is that?”

“You will let me reward you the way I want to.” She said looking directly into my eyes. I could read mischief in those eyes.

“And how is that?” I asked playing along.

“You will know.” She said mysteriously lowering her voice. Her hand in mine was growing warm. She moved closer her bosom brushed against my upper arm.

I couldn’t stop myself anymore. My hardened dick was stuck under the elastic band of my underwear .I had a strong urge to rub it against her ass.

The woman is bolder than you. I mocked myself.

“Tomorrow, same time?” I asked turning towards her.

“Can’t you make it earlier around 10 maybe?” She also turned on her feet but there was still some space between us.

“Sure.” I said. I rubbed my thumb on the back of her knuckles. She looked up into my eyes and took the empty glass from my other hand. She bent down to place the glass on the arm of a nearby chair. Her thigh rubbed against mine.

It was clear that she had freed my other hand so that I could take her in my arms but I satisfied myself just by putting my hand on her shoulder. She couldn’t just throw herself in my arms. Her other hand moved to rest on my chest.

“Tomorrow then, at ten.” I said my voice suddenly turning throaty.

She nodded silently and removed her hand from my chest I also removed my hand from her shoulder. We walked to the door, the fingers of her other hand still intertwined between mine. We stopped at the door.

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“I am Laila.” She said her voice also wrought with emotion.

“Pretty name.” I said and stole a quick kiss brushing my cheek against hers and my lips rubbing over the crow’s feet.

“Hey!” She exclaimed. It was just a murmur. Her eyes widened face turned red. I thought I had acted too hastily. But the very next instant a broad smile spread on her face that made me smile too.

“Naughty.” She said wiping her cheek with the back of her hand looking at me mischievously. Then her hand was on my collar. She pulled almanbahis giriş me to her. I bent down and she threw her head back. Our lips met. There was a lot of urgency and hunger on both sides. As I nibbled hard on her juicy bottom lip she hungrily sucked on my upper lip.

I wrapped my one arm around her and she pressed her bosom tightly to my chest. I could feel the hardened berries. My fingers crawled into her hair and the other hand freely explored her back but she kept her arms wound tightly around my neck. Her big boobs rubbed against me as we breathed heavily. Then my erection came in contact with her groin. She must have felt it. Her hand moved away from my neck downwards and she pressed me against her. I rubbed my erection on her stomach and groin a few times. She encouraged me by swaying her body slowly.

The hug tightened. I licked her teeth and she opened her mouth to allow me to enter her mouth. As my tongue explored her oral cavity her tongue played with mine licking and sucking it.

When we broke the kiss we both were panting she more than I. I held her in my arms.

“Do you want the ‘thank you’ in advance?” She asked jocularly but there was a “come hither” look in her eyes.

“No. Tomorrow.” I said pinching her cheek lightly.

She again moved in for a kiss. We munched on each other’s lips some more and then my lips moved to her cheeks and chin. I sucked them and bit them softly. With one arm around her waist the other hand caressed her neck and clavicles and then moved down to wrap around her big breast. I quickly found the swollen big nipple. I rolled it with my fingers and the crushed it between my thumb and finger. She was already moaning constantly. I gave a playful squeeze to her melon (watermelon to be accurate) and she squealed with pleasure.

“Don’t press it hard.” She moaned. She meant exactly the opposite. So I gave the big knocker some real hard treatment pressing squeezing and kneading it in between the soft caresses to her areola and pinches to the nipple.

The sweet aroma arising from her core engulfed us. I had a keen desire to feel and taste her. I positioned my thigh between her legs. She started moving her hips to grind her crotch against my thigh.

Mean while my lips and tongue worked on her neck and chin. Her eyes were clenched shut. She was in some other world. My fingers were constantly playing with her tit and teat. The rising crescendo of her moans and sighs and twitching of her muscles was making me forget everything. Suddenly her body stiffened in my arms. She arched back to press her crotch harder on my thigh and stayed like that not breathing not moving. Then her body unwounded with a loud sigh. A kept holding her tightly to me, combing her tangled hair with my fingers. She kept her face hidden in my chest. I lifted her chin and kissed her lightly on the lips and cheeks and eyes and forehead. I helped her to a nearby chair.

“Till tomorrow.” I said bending down and kissing her forehead. She started to get up but I pushed her back into the chair.

“Stay here I will let myself out.”

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I came out of her flat with my head in clouds. I didn’t know what to think. What had happened or what was going to happen tomorrow. But I was happy horny and hungry. I had liked the smell of her sex it still lingered in my nostrils and mind. I didn’t want it to go away. The first thing I was going to do after reaching my flat was to get under a shower and masturbate. Suddenly a thought occurred to me I retraced my steps and turned the handle. The door opened noiselessly. I silently entered. She was still sitting in the same pose I had left her. She turned her head and smiled. I kneeled on her side and ran my fingers over her thigh and kissed her. She closed her thighs at once.

“Shall I carry you to the bed room?”

“No, I am okay here.”She said smiling.

Still I lifted her and carried her to her bedroom. It was very tastefully decorated with a big bed and lots of pillows and cushions and a very expansive rug on the floor. So this is where I am going to fuck you tomorrow. I thought inwardly. I laid her down on the bed put a pillow under her head and covered her with a comforter.

“Shall I make something for you?” Something hot: coffee, milk.”

“No.” She took my arm. “You are so kind. Thank you. I think I want to take a nap. Come in bed if you want to.”

“Tomorrow, sweetie pie.” I said and slid my hand under the comforter to caress her thigh. This time she didn’t resist. My hand went into her frock to touch the naked flesh of her thigh. She slithered closer to me. My hand reached the inside of her thigh and my finger rubbed against her panties. Her panties were soaking wet. I didn’t try to move on to her labia. I just stayed on the periphery, sopping up with my fingers as much of her juices as I could. Then I brought my hand out and got up. The strong smell was on my hands. I got up.

I tapped her cheeks with my clean hand.

“Have a good sleep.”

She almanbahis yeni giriş took my hand and kissed it.

“You will come tomorrow? You won’t forget?”

“What do you think?’ I answered and kissed her lips.

I came out of her flat this time making sure that the door was locked.

I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply.

The smell was intoxicating, perfect material for a good hand job.

I hurried to my flat.

I sucked on my index finger. My God! She tastes even better than she smells.

I knew I was going to eat her tomorrow like mad.

Inside my flat I took of f all my clothes and spread myself on the bed and started playing with my already aching hard cock. I was proud how I had brought her to orgasm so fast. I was happy that I found a woman. I knew I was going to like her very much. I smelt her secretions on my fingers and licked each of them one by one while continuously jerking myself. I took a long, long time to cum. And when I came I groaned so loudly the whole floor might have heard. But at that time of day the whole building is totally deserted so I didn’t give it much thought and went to sleep thinking about what I will do to Laila’s cunt lips tomorrow.

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Next morning I hurried home from work a few minutes earlier, all wound up anxious and impatient. I was much relieved to see that both, mother and daughter where getting ready for the school chattering constantly. There was no sudden change of plan. I saw to their breakfast and packed their lunches, double checked my daughter’s satchel and wife’s hand bag and had the car in front of the main gate waiting for them at 7.40am, five minutes earlier than usual.

I couldn’t relax even after dropping them at school and seeing them disappear behind the massive gates. I came home got dressed in some loose fitting clothes. I was going as a workman. What task I am ‘entrusted with’ was up to LIELA.

I checked my wrist watch there was still enough time. I cooked meals and ironed three dresses of my better half to compensate for the infidelity and to please her and show some work done. Ironing was one thing she hated very much. Frankly speaking she didn’t like a single household chore. I looked at the wall clock only when I had put the house in order and had ironed three of my wife’s dresses and my daughter’s school uniform.

10.15 am.

I was already late. I quickly pulled the plug of the iron closed all the doors and came out. Suddenly I was concerned about the neighbors. Nobody should see me going to her place. There was hardly anybody present at that time of the day and moreover I didn’t know a single person in the whole locality. Still I descended the two flights of stairs slowly and cautiously. If somebody had seen me they would have surely thought that I was not up to any good.

10.18 am.

I knocked at the door and it opened immediately. She was standing in the doorway with an expression on her face I could not read. She stood there silently not because she had nothing to say but because she was unable to utter a word.

“Hello! Lovely.” That was the first word which came to my mind. She had applied a little make up and was wearing a long dress made of some shimmering material which clung to her body.

“Hello!” She said meekly and a tear rolled down her made up cheeks. I caught it with the tip of my fingers before it rolled down her neck and took her into my embrace.

“Laila!”

“I thought you were not coming.” She said sobbing.

“Why? I am sorry I am late.” I was thinking of something to say to make her smile. “Are you planning to go out?” I asked her.

“No!” She replied astonished. “Why would I?”

I just gestured towards her face and dress and hiked my eyebrows.

“For you, idiot. I spent two hours.” She thumped my chest.

“Yeaaah! I didn’t know I am worth such attention. You are looking stunning but I fear you won’t be wearing all this for long.”

“You think I am going to mind that?” She asked immediately happy.

“Let me tell you one thing, I like you the way you are. Now you are going to make me eat a lot of powder and lipstick.”

“That will be your punishment for coming late.” She said beside herself with joy.

I too was on cloud nine. I was lucky to have met her when I met her.

We walked to the center of her drawing room. With our arms around each other’s waist. I looked around at the disarray. My cock was hard and engorged. My heart was beating fast. I was in no mood to move anything except my ass- to penetrate my cock into her soft and warm and tight pussy.

She saw me looking around and asked “What do you want to move first?”

My hand dropped from her waist to her big ass. I caressed her ass cheek.

“You want an honest answer?”

“Of course.”

“This.” I slapped her butt lightly. “What do you say?”

“How dare I to disagree with my handsome beau?” She crooned.

Handsome! Me! I never thought I came in that category. At least nobody had said that to me before.

“And where do you want to move it?” She asked laughing heartily.

“To your cozy bedroom.”

I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bed room I put her down and she immediately wrapped herself around me. We kissed for a long time.