More Than Just Being Neighbourly - Sex Stories

More Than Just Being Neighbourly

... chatting to them.”

Other women in the village, whom they both know, were asked to dance, given that their men were more interested in sampling the variety of beers on offer at the makeshift bar, and control of their limbs seemed to become harder to achieve.

“I’ll be back unless someone else asks you to dance!”

Tom seems to be in quite a different mood from how she usually sees him when he helps her out, undertaking routine chores around the house, or in the garden, and when she does not feel up to it. A minor stroke set her back a year or so ago and as someone who offered to be on call, when necessary, Tom has been faultless and uncomplaining.

Now, as the music fades away she has time to get her breath back and wonders what he is thinking when he sees her enjoying herself, those she knows in the village and who are here for an evening’s entertainment somewhat bemused, not only to see that she is present but also having so much fun.

“No one else asked me if I would like to be here, but Tom did and I soon said ‘yes!” was her answer to one friend’s question, and expression of surprise to see her in the company of a younger man, good-looking as Tom undoubtedly is, and smartly dressed too, even for an evening such as this. ‘Smart casual’ is the phrase many might use, but she thinks of it as simply taking pride in your appearance.

After all that they had each been through, she wondered if it would be so wrong to share comfort with a younger man, and he with a ...

... woman many years older than the wife who had divorced him. They would not be betraying anyone, she a widow and he a single man again and living in his cottage, across the lane from her, and where he ran his consultancy business. He was doing well, she assumed, for Tom was often away and without him knowing it she kept an eye on the place. She had even pushed letters through the slot set in the heavy oak front door, and that the postie could not be bothered to push all the way in.

She did this on her morning walk, or when she was on her way to the village shops, or whenever she might go to see a friend and have coffee and chatter.

Of her developing emotional bond with Tom, she said nothing to her friends, and certainly not to Tom. Whatever spark there was between them could burst into flame in its own time, she chose to think and would now wait.

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Tom can only marvel at the change in her, how companionable she is, and unbothered by how it looks to others seeing them together, dancing, chatting, strolling around the stalls, and trying some of the games. Marion even won a large teddy bear at the coconut shy, but she declined to take it.

Her lightly made-up face is flushed from the dancing and she’s tied back her hair in a grip, to stop it from swaying. He’s done enough to ensure that Marion’s had a good time and that, despite her protestations when he says they should ease up, he does not want to tire her.

He's paid for two more tumblers of Pimm’s and weaves his ...