More Than Just Being Neighbourly - Sex Stories

More Than Just Being Neighbourly

... way back to their table where he sees her chatting to a couple who live a few doors down from him. He knows them more by sight than by talking to them, unlike Marion.

It feels all wrong, what he’s beginning to make of her, and that the evening together, so far, has exceeded all expectations. She looks so well dressed in a ragingly casual way, her slacks accompanied by a floaty white blouse with ruffles on the button line and on the cropped sleeves that finish on her slender forearms. Her white pumps lend grace to her slender legs and feet, and he’s been left in no doubt what a companionable woman she is and would have been to her late husband.

Now he’s thinking of her as a sexy woman, older but graceful; perhaps a blonde bombshell in the years long before he moved in across the lane from her. So, she has some wrinkles but her bright smile makes you forget that, and her tended, almost sylph-like figure, her tanned skin, the hint of her freckled cleavage that her blouse’s neckline allows him to see, and anyone else taken to looking at her, enslave him. He’s thinking of her in quite different ways from before and feels a sense of guilt grip him as he draws near and she looks up, smiling.

The couple she has been seen talking to move away.

“They were surprised to see me here,” she explains.

“And I’m surprised no one else has asked you to dance, Marion. You look wonderful, if I may say so?”

“You may, but I’m nearing the end of my time here at the ...

... fête…sorry.”

“Don’t be. We’ve made a night of it and I’ve enjoyed your company.”

Even as he says it and watches her sip at the Pimm’s cup he has bought for her, he’s possessed by guilt and represses the thought of how she would look, to be naked and preparing for bed. Marion had curves in her tended figure and her skin looked so smooth, and her scent, that he could breathe in as he drove her to the fête, and when they danced close, ignited wanton feelings of longing for her. They were feelings of being companionable to a woman, a neighbour living alone with her memories, and having seen him taking a sexual interest in her. His loneliness and his emotional circumstances have brought him to this, it seems, but it is not the only reason.

He finds Marion desirable and attractive, womanly and companionable; all that he misses and has done since his divorce. His married life may not have been perfect, but there is a void that needs to be filled and in that emotion, he has a bond with Marion as strong as any other.

So, he has wayward hopes and feelings and wonders if she has them too.

♥

Marion meets his look upon her as Tom leans on his knees and talks, of how the evening has passed so quickly. He sits facing her, their knees almost touching so that they can talk above the din of the music that continues to play.

“I hope it’s not been too much for you, too soon?” he asks her.

“I haven’t wanted it to be any other way, but it’s time you took me home, Tom.”

She says it ...