More Than Just Being Neighbourly - Sex Stories

More Than Just Being Neighbourly

... She loves the memory of her lost husband, but she wants to live on and differently.

Seeing Tom and being with him, as she has been through the evening, has broken through her defences. Why can’t he see that?

“Want to come in for a coffee?” he asks her as the lights of his car pick out the gates to the short driveway of his home.

She had closed her eyes and imagined his lips on her skin, to her throat, and his light touch on her hard nipples, aroused by thoughts of them together as never before.

“I’ll make it for you, but be at my place, if that’s okay?” She doesn’t want to walk back to her house over the darkened lane, the light from an isolated lamp standard, moulded and of cast iron from years back, insufficient to reassure her.

Tom is soon with her and she feels his touch to her hand as the small coffee cup is taken from her hand. Again, she feels she wants to let go, to become lost with him and rather than look away she now meets his stare upon her. The jacket and silk scarf she wore as a finishing touch to her dressing up for the evening have gone. She’s in her slacks and blouse and she sees his gaze drift over her.

Slowly, they draw close to each other, cups in hand as another reaches out spontaneously to touch and to hold.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, his voice low, as Tom takes the coffee cup from her trembling hand.

“And I don’t want you to,” she answers before he kisses her, something that she has wanted him to do for what seems like ...

... months.

She feels a rush of longing for him as her hands offer caresses to his body, under his thin summer jacket, then to his back before she brazenly grips his buttocks and pulls Tom against her. Finally, she feels that he wants her as much as she desires to be taken to bed and by him.

“Do you want this and with me as much as I want it and with you?” he kisses, his lips pressed to her mouth, but Tom’s eyes open and questioning.

She clings to him.

“Yes…yes I do!” she gasps and kisses him fiercely as his hands finally trail upwards, between their bodies and he claims her breasts, her clamp on his buttocks accompanied by the forward thrust of her hips. She senses that he may be on new ground, that his experience is not as wide, or deep, as hers. After all, she had been married for many years; had loved throughout them, and had even borne two sons as a result of her loving ways.

Tom follows through on what she had hoped would happen between them. His hands find their way under her blouse and he slowly offers caresses to her breasts, held so limply in a thin bra, his lips pressing kisses to her throat before…before he stops.

Why do that?

She wonders what is wrong and attempts to encourage his caresses upon her once more. His touches, and her vivid imagination, have brought her on and she feels a clammy warmth in her pussy, the gnaw of longing not felt for some time but only too familiar and welcome.

“Would you rather we did this in your place?” she asks, ...