More Than Just Being Neighbourly - Sex Stories

More Than Just Being Neighbourly

... shoulders, as if being involved with her situation was not to be spoken of. But, the woman before him, so well-dressed, slender faced and trim, her hair an ash-blonde which he could only assume had been tinted, otherwise it would be a luxurious silken grey, possessed a lively personality and they could talk of many things. “I’ll go and make us some tea, shall I?”

She fumbled for her watch, the bracelet slipping around her slender wrist, and saw the time.

“It’s nearly six. I’ll have a gin and tonic and hope that you’ll have one with me. It will be a nice change not to drink on my own.” She gazed up at him. “You said when you came in that you had something to ask me?”

“I have, and the drink may be the time to do that. I won’t be long, promise.”

“It’s going to be a shock to me is it?” she smiled with a twinkle in her eye.

She approved of his taste in clothes. Tom was still in his dark blue work suit and his white shirt was open at the neck. She would often see him wearing a tie, something that you saw too little of these days.

“Perhaps it will be, but just you wait a few moments and I’ll tell you.”

“There’s ice in the fridge!” she called after him. “I hate G and T’s without it!”

“I’m with you in that!” she heard Tom laugh in reply and heard the ice cubes clinking in the glasses he must have found. The gin bottle was on a shelf in the kitchen. “I’m not making it too strong and wonder if I should be encouraging you to have a drink with me.”

“Don’t fuss ...

... so,” she called back, happily, amazed at how easy it was to talk to him. It was as if there were so few years between them.

“Here you are, one G and T with ice. I even found the remains of a lemon in the fridge.” Tom tapped his glass against hers. “To your speedy recovery, Marion.”

She sipped on her drink and met his look upon her. “I’m beginning to feel better already, thanks to you.”

“Good, now here’s what I was going to ask you. The village fête is coming up and I wondered if you would like to go there with me, or I can at least drive you there, up to the village playing fields, unless…unless your friends have already asked you?”

“They haven’t! I would also like to be escorted by you and turn a few heads while I’m about it. I may have my shaky moments but I’m not done with life yet!”

Tom was visibly taken aback by the vehemence in her voice and what she had said. He was also surprised to hear that Marion seemed to be thinking of his invitation as asking her out on a date. He looked at her now through different eyes. She was undoubtedly attractive, still, with her silken hair brushed out, a neat pair of white slacks clothing her slender legs, a sky-blue blouse that shaped her, and a beaded necklace knotted at the gentle curve of her pert breasts. He could only marvel at Marion’s powers of recovery; her woozy moment was already dismissed.

“Well, we’ll make an evening of it… a late afternoon and evening of it,” he smiled and took a few sips of his drink. His ...