More Than Just Being Neighbourly - Sex Stories

More Than Just Being Neighbourly

... hand, he felt, was shaking as she thought of her. Marion retained a tended attractiveness and her bubbly personality still shone through despite what had happened.

“I should have a few more turns,” she smiled, “ and get looked after properly.”

“And now you’re teasing me, Marion. I’d better go, if only for my own safety.”

She feels that she could drown in that look of his upon her. It has been so long, four years, since Andy was by her side, his sudden loss striking her hard. Her friends, in the village, that she had made over the years, had seen her through, but they filled only a few hours of her day, and they did not help her with the emptiness that she felt in her life, both where it touched her emotional well-being but also heightening the absence of a touch or a kiss, a restorative hug and then…and then the sharing of a loving act and becoming lost in the physical mayhem such times had once aroused in her.

“I’m okay now,” she told him as Tom drained his glass and stood up. “You’ll telephone me, won’t you, and say when I have to be ready? The way the weather looks now, and is forecast, the fête will have sunshine…laughter…and fun for everyone.”

“I’m counting on it.”

“And I’m glad you asked me, Tom.”

What was she to make of it, his invitation, save that he sought her company and that she had agreed so readily? The way that Tom had made her feel, also his looks upon her, had her feeling that she wanted so much more than for him to be ‘neighbourly’. ...

... Just like it was in her home, she lived an uncluttered life, and she took care of herself and was active. So, why shouldn't she feel flattered that he had asked her out and not concerned about how it would look to others to see them together?

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It takes all of her willpower and restraint to not let Tom know what she is feeling, or, truthfully, what the sight of him having such fun with her has aroused. She’s already told him that she’s not used to the dancing and the beat of the music, both of them making her somewhat giddy with pleasure after such a long time.

He’s respecting the boundaries she imagines Tom has put up so that she does not feel that he’s being too forward; that his hold on her, whenever the tempo of the music demands it of them, is not too suggestive or intense.

“It’s been a while since I did any of this!” he laughs and unashamedly sweeps her up into his arms and they dance swirling and jigging steps over the makeshift dance floor that the fête’s organisers have had the foresight to lay down in the largest marquee. Along with so many others, they have also joined in the country dancing, twirled, and skipped with other partners, and she has to stop and miss some just to catch her breath. There is also the thought of being in quite a different place, emotionally, because of him and his actions.

“You never said I’d have to go through with it all!” she had laughed at one point in the evening. “Go and dance with others you know here… I’ve seen you ...