With The Neighbour's Help - Sex Stories

With The Neighbour's Help

... thoughts and chose to adopt the haughty appearance of a teacher annoyed by the activities of rebellious pupils. As composed as she felt possible she pushed on the door.

The young woman was now kneeling on the edge of the wide bed, her legs parted and Darryl’s hands gripping her hips as he was seen to be thrusting deep into her pussy, the girl panting and moaning words of encouragement, her small breasts jerking as Darryl took her,

“Darryl!”

It was not a call to him out of pleasure but of dismay. She had become aware of someone else in the room with them, a look of pleasure replaced by fear and shock at being discovered.

"What the hell is going on in here!" Betty shouted even if it was obvious what she was witnessing.

It was all that she could do to keep from laughing at the absurdity of the situation, but she now saw Darryl’s penis slicked with the woman’s juices, its length and girth not to be hidden from view. The girl almost fell off the bed as Darryl let her go and stood back, shamelessly exposing himself to her before turning away. He grabbed the girl’s clothes and threw them at her.

The young woman dragged on her panties and pushed her legs through cropped jeans, slipping a boob tube over her body and leaning down to gather her flats.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry...please don't be mad, I'm so sorry." She turned on Darryl. “You told me we’d be okay! Don’t come near me again…you can get lost! How embarrassing!”

“Just get out!” Betty called out to her. ...

... She was aware of Darryl now gathering his clothes and shoving his legs into his jeans, his briefs still in them. They must have rushed to get undressed.

“I didn’t know that you’d be at home today,” Darryl muttered.

“So, it seems.”

Darryl swept his T-shirt off the floor. “I’ll tidy the place up and go.”

“Not so fast, Darryl. Just you wait a moment or two.”

Even now, in the circumstances of being caught ‘in flagrante’, he gazed at her with appraising eyes and would see how her summer dress flattered her figure, the soft tan on her face and arms, her slender throat lending her grace.

"I'm sorry, Betty, that you should have seen that. What made you be here anyway?”

Betty heard his accusing tone.

“Your parents never said they had asked you to keep an eye on the place. So, when I saw your machine I thought I’d come over and say ‘hello’. I never expected to see what I did see.” She paused and gazed back at him, both standing awkwardly and facing each other in the beautifully fitted-out bedroom.

“Is, or whoever she was, important to you?”

“Not enough,” he answered calmly. “She lives and works in the village and is one of the stable girls at the local hunt stables and kennels. You must have seen her about riding and leading a team of horses with others who work there. She’s also the girlfriend of a guy I know…someone who she says doesn’t do it for her.”

“Like you seem able to do.”

Betty smiled and pouted her lips as if to show that she understood. ...