With The Neighbour's Help - Sex Stories

With The Neighbour's Help

... means to make good what he had done, then he would go for it without any complaint or reluctance. The way that she had touched his arm for a minute to detain him, the look of her eyes upon him when they had spoken, her angry voice when he had been interrupted in taking Zara, they had all suggested that the woman envied what was happening before her eyes.

He only had to get through the next few hours before finding out where the day took them.

♥

Their supper would be simple and take little time to prepare. The salad box in the fridge had everything she needed and a quiche Lorraine, she had made, would see her through this evening and then over the next few days. She always ate sparingly.

Foolishly, she had not asked Darryl when she could expect him so, by mid-afternoon, she decided to get changed, picking out a floaty summer dress with a scoop collar and no sleeves, the white and yellow flowers on a navy-blue background. Her voluptuousness was unmistakable, a black bra cupping her breasts and it was matched by sheer black panties, both like second skins on her.

“Don’t make it look as if you’re trying too hard,” she muttered as she caught her reflection in the mirror. She took a few moments to consider the result. “Not bad for someone your age.”

She wasn’t going to overdo it, but neither was she going to receive Darryl wearing the same clothes that he had last seen her in. She also hoped that he would be sensitive to what had happened earlier in the day ...

... and not show up in the same clothes as she had last seen him wearing, engaging as he was in them.

Five o’clock came and went and by six she was beginning to wonder if he had bottled it and wouldn’t be showing up. Amazed to hear her iPhone trill, she was even more surprised when she answered it and heard his voice.

“You kept my number!” she laughed, genuinely pleased that he had done so.

“Yeah, I reckoned that I’d never know when I might need it again.” His voice was drowned out by traffic. “Sorry, I’ve stopped on my way to you just to say I haven’t had time to get changed. So, may I call in as I am?”

“Sure, but make it soon won’t you?” Another idea came into her mind as she said it. “You can clean up when you get here…”

“Or I do that at my parent’s place, or…or will that also give the game away?”

“You’re beginning to understand what this morning’s little escapade with that girl of yours has brought down on you.”

“She’s not my girl anymore. Zara sent me a bitchy text just to tell me that it was over.”

Betty refrained from saying it–‘as one door closes another door opens.”

♥

She had persuaded Darryl to stay and shower.

Now, in her excitement that she had him all to herself, she walked along the corridor to the main bathroom. She could hear the shower running and wondered why it should be taking so long for him to finish.

"Are you still washing that ex-girlfriend off of you?" she called out trying not to gloat. Impetuously, she went into the ...