Love thy Neighbour
written by:
Otazel

LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR.

I live alone in a small bungalow on the way out of town. I have a lover, Tina, who visits as often as she can, but because she's married that's not as often as I would like. Strangely her husband knows about us, but because I'm also a woman he doesn't seem to mind, thinking perhaps that if he doesn't make too big a deal out of her bi tendencies she won't have any excuse to up sticks and leave him. I'm not bi, I'm uncomplicatedly gay. Men don't do it for me at all. Tried it - just to make sure - didn't like it, and I've got no use for the tee shirt.

Next door, in an identical little single story home, live a young couple in their early twenties. They had only recently moved in at the time of this story and I hadn't got to know them very well yet, although she was the sort of petite blonde that I wouldn't mind getting to know very well indeed. He was friendly enough, but she was reserved to put it mildly, speaking only when she absolutely had too and then as briefly as possible. I'd reluctantly come to the conclusion that she suspected I was a lesbian and was suffering from an attack of chronic homophobia. Some people are like that, anything a bit different gives them the creeps, but I've got used to it in the thirty-four years I've inhabited this earth and I just ignore it. Shame, but that's the way it is, and each to their own.

Anyway, on the day that this story really starts Tina and I were sprawled side by side in bikinis on a blanket in the back yard, just enjoying the sun and a couple of beers. We were holding hands as we often did, but other than that we weren't actually doing anything. But then Tina leaned over and whispered something to me.

‘Don't look now, but we're being watched.' She announced. ‘That new girl next door is spying on us.

My eyes scanned around without my turning my head, but I couldn't see anything. ‘Where?'

‘Look at their garden shed; she's in there watching out of the window.'

Now I could see her, standing stock-still a little way back from the window and thinking she couldn't be seen, but there was no mistaking that she was spying on us, presumably trying to find out for sure what mine and Tina's relationship really was.

I smiled to myself. ‘I think she's waiting to see if we get up to anything.'

‘Then let's give her something to watch.' Tina suggested. ‘Pretend we haven't seen her and give me a kiss.'

I didn't need much of an excuse to kiss Tina, I'll do that anytime. We leaned towards each other and kissed, and then kissed again, and again. Soon we were snogging properly, lips and tongues doing their stuff, and I was beginning to get turned on. I reached across and pushed my hand down the front of Tina's bikini top to fondle her breast and especially her nipple. Tina had great nipples, long and rubbery and just right for sucking. Should I, I wondered? Why the hell not, I answered. I reached around her and unhooked her top, pushing it out of the way and lowering my mouth to her breast.

‘Oh you bastard.' Tine whispered. ‘You know we haven't time for that, I've got to go soon.'

I knew that, but right just then I didn't care a great lot. I'd started out intending to worry my neighbour but by then I'd forgotten all about her.

Tina put her hand on my shoulder and pushed. ‘No, pack it in. I've got to go to work and I want to be able to concentrate.'

Very reluctantly I backed away, my tongue almost hanging out as I watched her hide those beautiful breasts of hers.

‘Now look what you've done to that poor girl.' Tina giggled.

That was when I remembered why we'd kissed in the first place. The neighbour was still in the shed watching out of the window, but now a rhythmic movement of her shoulder betrayed what her hand was doing out of sight.

‘Come on, let's go in and leave her to play in peace.' I suggested.

‘She'll only think we've gone inside to finish what we started.'

‘Well, let her.' I said, getting to my feet. ‘Anyway, maybe we will.'

‘And maybe we won't. I'm out of here in ten minutes.'

We didn't, and she was out of there in ten minutes, and I have no idea if our watcher finished her mission either. Not the most satisfactory day for any of us really.

But if that day wasn't so good, a couple of days later it got more interesting. It was another hot and sunny day and I was sunbathing again, this time on my own. My neighbour was out too and from time to time I could see her casting quick glances over the fence. I was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, my original diagnosis had been wrong. Maybe she wasn't so homophobic, maybe she was just hiding deep in her own closet. Now that could be interesting, after all she was a good looking girl. I decided to test out the water a bit.

Before you start thinking I'm an unfaithful bastard who ought to remember she already has a lover, I should explain that because Tina is a married woman with a foot in both camps, she appreciates that what we have can be neither permanent nor exclusive. She knows that the relatively small amount of time she can spend with me is unlikely to be enough and she understands that I do occasionally look elsewhere.

Anyway, back to the story. What I decided to do was to indulge in a little nude sunbathing and maybe a little finger play, and see if it sparked a reaction one way or the other. I thought that if she really was homophobic she'd disappear back into the house like a rabbit going down its burrow. If she wasn't, then we'd see what happened.

The only thing I kept on was my sunglasses, and I only kept them on so that I could keep a look out without anyone knowing which way I was watching. Other than that I was soon laid out flat on my back and totally naked. I'd arranged myself at an angle so that only someone near the bottom of next door's back garden, including their garden shed, would be able to see anything meaningful. That way I figured that if she turned up there, then she was deliberately trying to get an eyeful and was definitely a possible for my team. I didn't mind the idea of her getting an eyeful, I'm a bit exhibitionistic and I knew it would simply turn me on.

I couldn't see anything of my young neighbour when I lay down, but I parted my legs anyway and began to play. I wasn't really masturbating, more just feeling myself, running a couple of fingertips up and down my slit and rubbing softly at my clitoris while scanning the horizon for my hoped for audience. It was quietly exciting in a strange sort of way to be deliberately displaying my body in the hope that she would want to see it, and getting pleasure out of doing it. But after a good ten or fifteen minutes there had been no sign and I was beginning to think my first opinion had been correct and I‘d just frightened her indoors. I was also considering if I should give up and go in myself or carry on and give myself a genuine seeing to, but before I could make up my mind I caught a quick movement in her garden shed. My heart leapt and I automatically spread my legs a little wider and began playing as if I meant it.

She was there all right, standing further back than before, almost hidden in the dark of the interior. In fact if she hadn't moved I probably would never have seen her. But now I had seen her I kept made sure I kept her in sight, even though I was busy rubbing my clit more vigorously than before. At first all I could see was her outline, but as my eyes grew accustomed to the dimness of the shed I began to distinguish more detail, detail that gave me a jolt of pure lust. She was watching me through binoculars, with one hand holding them to her eyes and the other pushed into her top, massaging her breasts. I stretched my legs wider to make sure she had a good view and deliberately pushed two fingers up inside myself.

It felt good, very, very good. To masturbate naked knowing that I was being watched, and knowing that the girl doing the watching was getting turned on by it was all that I had hoped for. I would have to find some way of getting together with her and preferably soon. Just the thought of it made me even hornier. I took my hand away for a moment while I reached under my thigh, and then I thrust my fingers back up inside myself and used my other hand to rub my clit, the combination of sensations making my hips move automatically.

I love masturbating for an audience. Tina and I do it together from time to time, usually as a lead up to a full session but sometimes just for it's own sake. It's a massive turn on. This time I was doing it for a younger woman, a girl almost, whose name I didn't know, but whose inclinations were becoming clearer all the time - and I wanted her.

I lay there, everything on display, one hand pumping in and out and the other rubbing enthusiastically at my clit. I looked across at my watcher, seeing her still spying through her binoculars, but now her free hand was out of sight and her shoulder was moving as it had before. I groaned with pleasure as I realised we were doing exactly the same thing at the same time. If only we were doing it together, or better yet, to each other. I was feeling as hot as hell and it wasn't long before I felt an orgasm building.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to my budding climax, imagining her in my minds eye, no longer hidden by the shed but standing watching me, her breasts bare and her hand down her panties, playing with her own pussy. And then I came, my bottom dancing on my blanket as I strummed at my clit, with my other fingers pushed hard up inside me. God, it was good, it was so damn powerful and made all the stronger for having a spectator. When it was over I slumped back onto the blanket, letting my hands fall to my side as I struggled for breath with a heart that was hammering its way out of my chest. I opened my eyes to see what she had made of it, but then my stomach lurched to find that she was gone.

She didn't reappear that afternoon, I lay there, supposedly relaxing after my orgasm but in truth wound up and anxious, hoping that she would come back, hoping that I hadn't scared her off with being too blatant, just hoping, until eventually I gave up, gathered my bikini and blanket and went back inside. I wasn't sure what I had hoped would happen, clearly I'd looked on it as perhaps opening a door between us but I'd not stopped to figure out how. But at least I knew she could potentially be interested.

I didn't see her the next day either, although it must be admitted that the cool overcast day was not exactly conducive to lounging around in the garden. Instead I mooched about indoors, going through the motions of housework, until I finally made the decision that I would take a more direct approach to her the next time I saw her. The chance came the day after that, when I saw her come out into the back yard looking gorgeous in a loose blue summer skirt and a white top. As soon as I saw her I knew I would just have to make a move of some sort.

‘Hello.' I called out to her over the fence.

She put her hand up in acknowledgment and smiled fleetingly, and so I pressed on.

‘Look.' I said. ‘We're neighbours, but I don't even know your name. I'm Jackie.'

‘Hello.' She replied. ‘I'm Isla.'

She seemed about to walk away, so I quickly ploughed on. ‘Would you like to come round for a coffee?' I asked her. ‘I'm going to have one and it would be nice to get to know each other a bit better. You know, neighbours and all that.'

She hesitated and for a moment I thought she was going to refuse my hasty invitation, but then she nodded. ‘Yes, it would, wouldn't it? Martin has been saying I should make an effort.' Martin, I assumed, was her husband.

There was a connecting gate, although it had not been opened for a very long time. My previous neighbour had had two dogs, neither of which were friendly and so I'd kept it bolted. Now the bolt squealed in protest at being asked to move and the gate took both of us to shift it, but at least pushing and pulling together kind of broke the ice. But eventually Isla was through and I led the way into the house, taking her through the kitchen and into the living room - much more friendly for my purposes than a kitchen.

‘Take a seat; I'll just make some coffee.' I told her, turning back to the kitchen. ‘How do you like it?'

‘White, no sugar, please.' She told me.

In my lounge there were two chairs and a sofa, and one chair was piled with clothing waiting to be put away. I wanted her on the sofa, so I just had to hope she hadn't chosen the other chair. Fortunately when I returned there she was sat primly at the left hand end of the three-seater. I pulled up a small coffee table and put it between us, and then sat down at the opposite end, the only difference being that I sat at a diagonal, half facing her, with one knee folded under me. I was wearing shorts this time, along with a halter top, so that position came easily.

We chatted inconsequentially for a while as we drank our coffees, each finding out about the other, and during that time she too pivoted to copy my way of sitting, pausing only to push her skirt down between her legs to protect her modesty. I smiled inside because mirroring my behaviour unconsciously showed that she was interested. It was time for me to push things along a bit. My only concern was that, as my next door neighbour things could get very awkward if I'd judged things wrongly and my advances were rejected. But, nothing ventured....

‘I know you saw me the other day.' I dropped out suddenly, smiling to take away any sting. ‘I saw you watching.'

There was a long pause and I could see by her expression that she knew exactly what I was talking about and didn't quite know how to respond.

‘Sorry.' She said eventually, her voice just above a whisper. ‘That was very rude of me.'

‘It doesn't matter.' I told her. ‘I didn't mind. And I could tell what you were doing.'

‘I shouldn't have done that.'

‘I didn't mind because it helped me get there.' I expanded. ‘And it made it better.'

‘Made it better?' She echoed.

‘Yes, you watching made me come harder.'

‘Oh.'

‘Did you come?'

‘Yes.' A faint ghost of a smile this time.

‘A good one?'

‘Yes.' She was sounding a little less embarrassed now.

‘If I were to do it again, would you want to watch next time?'

‘Would you want me to?' She was beginning to sound drawn in by the possibilities.

‘Yes.' I replied bluntly.

‘I think I'd like to.'

‘Would you mind if I saw you, I mean other than through the shed window?'

This time she had to really think about it, but the fact that she didn't reject the idea out of hand was a good omen.

‘I'm not sure about that; I'd have to see how I felt at the time.'

I nodded. ‘I can understand that. But it would be nice if we could watch each other.'

‘Yes.' She agreed.

There was a long silence as we digested what we had said, and while I worked out the next step. I was still scared of creating a hostile air between us, but in the end the next step was dictated by the fact that I already felt as randy as sin.

‘Well, if you see me again anytime, feel free to watch, and to join in if you want to.'

It sounded as if I was drawing the conversation to a close, but I wasn't.

‘Thank you.' She smiled more easily this time, and I could hear that her breathing was heavier. The pause had just given her time to think about it and turn herself on.

I didn't say anything; I just undid the button of my shorts and pulled down the zip, my eyes carefully watching her face. She started in surprise but she didn't turn away or even look as though she wanted to, and so I slid my hand down the front and under my panties.

It's always good to feel my fingertips reach my pussy, especially as I'm shaved and so even my mound is soft and silky, but this time was particularly nice with having Isla sitting only feet away watching. Right then I wanted to pull my shorts and panties down to let her see everything, and to give myself more room to play, but I didn't want to be too full on too soon, so I just gently massaged myself under my clothes, looking at her face all the time.

Her eyes were fixed on the shapes of the fingers moving under my shorts as if fascinated. I couldn't be sure at first if it was shock or delight that held her attention, but slowly, as I listened to her breathing and saw her lick dry lips I felt sure it was the latter. I pushed my shorts down just a little, watching for her reaction. Then I pushed a little more so that shorts and panties were both level with the top of my slit. Still no adverse effect, in fact she leaned forward slightly as if trying to see down them and then I knew that she'd be mine, just so long as I didn't rush it.

For a few minutes I played gently with myself, letting myself make a few little pleasure noises and purposely fighting a battle between trying to part my legs further with my panties restricting how far they could go. Eventually I stood up.

‘Sorry.' I told Isla. ‘I've just got to.' I pushed both shorts and panties down and stepped out of them, sitting back down as before wearing only my halter top.

She didn't say anything; she just looked at me and nodded her understanding.

Without the restrictions of clothing I could open my legs wider, putting one foot on the seat between us but keeping the other on the floor, and show her everything I had. I let her take a good look before putting my hand back between my legs and beginning to play with my pussy more openly. I wasn't yet trying to bring myself off, I thought I needed to entice her a little further before that happened. No, I was just enjoying touching myself in the presence of a beautiful girl.

I kept watching her all the time I fondled myself, seeing the expression on her face change subtly from shy interest to veiled lust as she watched me. She was becoming more aroused, her breathing was becoming deeper and she had one hand clenched in a fist and the other on her thigh, unthinkingly stroking it. But I was still wary of frightening her away, I needed her to commit before I made an overt approach. I intentionally let my eyes close and my head fall back as I played, deliberately giving her the chance to do whatever she wanted without me watching.

With my eyes closed I was able to just enjoy myself. Yes, I was very conscious of Isla's presence and that she the reason for what I was doing in the first place, and I tried to keep my ears open for any indication of what she might be doing too, but I was able to give my attention more to the pure pleasure of touching myself.

I still didn't want to bring myself off yet, but it was such an erotic situation that I found it difficult not to. I was rubbing my clit very lightly, with the pads of my fingertips just skating over the tip, but soon that beautiful hot feeling of an embryonic orgasm began sending little shock waves of pleasure through me and making me gasp. I forced myself to calm it down a bit, running my fingertips along my slit inside my labia from my clit right down to my entrance and back. I was surprised how wet I was, my juices were almost literally running from me. I smiled to myself without opening my eyes, sliding a finger into my slippery vagina and groaning with pleasure. I was so involved in my own enjoyment that I nearly missed the feel of her foot joining mine on the seat.

I opened my eyes to see and felt a jolt of excitement. Isla had parted her legs and was massaging herself through her panties, her fingers pressing the material against her pussy. God, but she did look hot, with her long slim thighs and the outline of her pussy showing against the white of her panties. I couldn't repress a moan of pleasure. Our eyes met and she smiled at me, her shyness melting away under the force of her arousal.

‘You said I could join in if I wanted.' I could hear her need in her voice.

‘Feel free.' My heart was hammering so that I just didn't have the breath to say more. It looked as though things were going my way.

We sat more or less facing each other along the sofa with our eyes glued between each other's legs, Isla watching me fingering myself and listening to the wet sounds of my fingers, and me watching her fondling herself. I knew what she would have to do, she would never be able to bring herself off easily through her panties and I just had to wait for her to take them off.

‘Things are getting in the way.' She said softly after a few minutes.

It was my turn to quietly nod that I understood.

She stood up, and while I watched she did more than I expected. Instead of just removing her panties she undressed completely, stripping off her skirt, her top, her bra and her panties to stand naked before me. I tried very hard not to hang my tongue out and I hope I succeeded. Now I was the one who was overdressed.

‘I'd better do the same, don't you think?' I asked, standing up to take off my halter.

With both of us naked only feet apart I felt the sudden urge to take her in my arms. I hesitated, my arms coming up as if to reach out by themselves, torn between my desire and my fear of pushing things too quickly. Fortunately I managed not to spoil things and my hands dropped back to my sides before she noticed. It was probably a good thing, because she had taken a big step in undressing and now when she sat back down she did so with both feet on the floor as if she was having second thoughts about it.

She sat with her hands on her knees, glancing at me from the corner of her eye and then looking down at the floor. I could see that she was torn herself between desire and apprehension, and all I could do was try to dispel that fear and try to recover the situation. She so looked beautiful sitting primly but totally naked and I wanted her desperately, and so I sat back in my seat and took a risk.

‘Do you want to stop?' I asked her trying to convey disappointment and hoping to God that she didn't.

She shook her head but still sat looking at the floor.

I sat silently, not sure what to do, but then she shook her head a second time, this time more positively.

‘No. I'm just a bit jumpy.' She looked directly at me and smiled nervously. ‘I was enjoying what we were doing, can we carry on?'

‘I'd love to.' I told her, my voice inexplicably hoarse with emotion.

‘Then let's.' I gave her ten out of ten for her resolve.

We turned in our seats, awkwardly threading legs and feet together until we were settled, each with our right ankle over the other's left. That's when I noticed that we were sitting closer to each other and that we had both feet on the sofa and were facing each other straight on. I have no idea why or how that happened, maybe instinctive need on both our parts, but I certainly wasn't complaining.

For a minute or so we sat looking at each other, a little uncertain how to begin after our temporary halt, and I think we both used the pause to appraise each other, for I saw her eyes flitting over my body just as mine were over hers.

The very first thing I noticed, much to my delight, was that she too shaved her pubes and the second thing were her beautiful little breasts, tipped with pale pink nipples whose colour almost exactly matched the pale pink of her pussy. Then the third thing was the pitter-patter of my heart and the fact that my mouth had gone dry. God, she was gorgeous, I just hoped she thought I came within her acceptable range.

Nice though it was, we couldn't just sit there eyeing each other up, so I let one hand slide down my front onto my pussy while the other cupped my breast. For a moment I did nothing, but then I began to play, running my fingertips up and down my slit and massaging my breast. Isla gave me a slightly embarrassed little grin and her hands copied mine.

For a few minutes we both played quietly, the only sounds being the little pleasure noises we both made, but then, as shyness receded, Isla closed her eyes, parted her labia with two fingers and found her clit with the third. Now she was playing for real, intent on coming, and so I felt able to do the same. I hooked two fingers over my pubic mound and rubbed my clit, wanting her eyes to pop open and see me. Soon her eyes did open, but for a different reason.

‘Oh. I'm going to come already.' Her voice was tight and strained with her arousal.

I was genuinely surprised, I'd expected her more to be more inhibited by the circumstances than helped by them. I was nowhere near yet, in fact I'd been closer before we'd paused, but there was no mistaking the little gasps she was making, or the little twitches her pelvis made as she rubbed her clit. And then she did come, and her orgasm was a strong one, uninhibited and unrestrained, her eyes unfocussed as she gasped out her enjoyment in one long sibilant ‘yeessss', her body shuddering and jerking against the sofa. Eventually her climax slowly faded and the jerks of her hips against her fingers grew less, until they too stopped and she slumped before me, spent but smiling. I looked on in amazement, my own arousal heightened by what I had seen, although my orgasm was still only a promise. But I was far too turned on to stop.

‘You don't mind if I...?' I asked breathlessly, wondering why I felt the need to ask.

She gave me a slow languid smile. ‘No, I want to see you do it.'

I played with myself while she sprawled in front of me, legs wide, her pussy shining with her juices, closer then she had been before, her orgasm having jolted her forward until our pussies were only a couple of feet apart. Her nearness seemed so erotic, so sexy, I wanted to reach forward and touch her. I almost did, but her hand found its way back between her legs instead, so that she was idly touching herself as she watched me masturbate. Now everything was encouraging my promised climax to become reality. I could feel it building, that warm pressure in my pelvis that would eventually explode into an orgasm. I could see her watching me, her eyes moving from my fingers to the hand around my breast where I was pulling at my nipple, making it peak before releasing it.

‘I like doing that too.' She whispered.

‘Do it then.' I encouraged her.

Her finger and thumb closed around her nipple and tugged, pulling her pert little breast into a peak and making her gasp from the sharp little pain of it. We copied each other, pulling at our nipples until they slipped from our grip and made us both groan as they jumped free. Her fingers were playing with her pussy again now as if working her way to a second climax. Mine was rapidly closing in on me.

‘Are you going to come?' She asked, arousal again clear in her voice.

I just nodded, my jaw was almost too tight from the effects of my own play to speak, I was so nearly there. ‘Yes.' I gasped out finally. ‘Now.'

Her presence made my orgasm so much stronger than usual. It rolled through me, hot waves breaking inside my body, ripples of ecstasy spreading out right through me. I rocked backwards and forwards in my seat and let out a long cry of pure pleasure and excitement that only subsided with my climax, leaving me slumped forwards and whimpering softly, shuddering from the aftershocks that chased each other through me. I was gasping for breath and my heart was racing, and so it took me a minute or two before I was in control of myself enough to say or do anything.

But then Isla voiced my thoughts exactly. ‘Wow.' She said. ‘That was good.'

‘Oh yes.' I gasped, nodding agreement. ‘It was that.'

Sitting and leaning forward as I now was, I was close enough to touch her. She had stopped playing with herself when I came and I looked at her pussy, its lips puffed open and its entrance slick and shiny. I wanted to touch it but, although I was almost sure I wouldn't be rejected I didn't quite have the nerve. So instead I put my hand on her leg and stroked her thigh, softly running my palm over her smooth skin and all the time looking into her face for her response.

At first her only reaction was the ghost of a smile and she just lounged there and let me, making no attempt to either encourage or discourage me. I leaned forward a little more and let my hand wander to the very top of her leg, nearly but not quite touching her pussy. Now there was a response and I though for a moment that she was pulling away, but instead she moved to sit more upright herself and reached forward, putting an arm around my neck and pulling me towards her, silently resting her head on my shoulder in a kind of mute surrender.

I felt my heart leap. By that response she had told me everything I wanted to know. My advances wouldn't be rejected and I wouldn't end up with neighbour problems. Excited by her reaction, I hooked my free arm around her neck in turn and pulled her even closer, letting my hand trace the length of her thigh before I was finally, at long last, able to do what I'd been aching to do and place it gently over her pussy. She murmured unintelligibly into my ear and just let me do it.

I ran my fingers up and down her cleft, feeling the lovely little nub of her clitoris and the gorgeous wetness of her vagina as my fingertips parted her labia and explored her. Her arm tightened slightly around my neck and she moaned softly, and I tried hard not to giggle with delight. Soon my roving fingers settled on her clit and began to rub it gently, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible, wanting to make sure she came back to me. But sitting facing each other and leaning forward made touching her awkward and giving real pleasure almost impossible. I untangled myself and stood up, seeing her gaze up at me with confused and disappointed look on her face. I stretched out my hands to her.

‘Come on.' I said gruffly. ‘Let's go through there.'

I indicated my bedroom door with a nod of the head. It was closed, but her house was the same as mine and she was in no doubt where I meant. She didn't say a word, but she took my hands and let me pull her to her feet. We placed an arm around each others waists as I guided her to my bed.

Isla climbed onto my bed and just lay there, looking up at me expectantly. I smiled with pleasure and climbed on beside her, leaning over and looking down at her. Her arms came out to meet me and we embraced properly, our naked bodies pressed together right down to our feet. It felt so good, and then we made it better by kissing for the first time.

Her mouth was lovely and soft, her full lips at first only slightly parted, but soon opening so that her tongue could join in, dancing with mine, flicking in and out of my mouth as mine did hers, exploring, licking and tasting, ramping up the pleasure until we were both moaning and squirming against each other. I could feel her diminutive breasts under mine, firm little nipples pressing into my skin, long slender thighs parting slightly so that one of mine could press between them. I could even feel her shaven mound against my hip and I knew that she must feel mine too.

We kissed several times, long lingering kisses that mutely said so much, and then I raised my head and looked down at her, using my hand to stroke her cheek. She smiled up at me, submissively waiting for me to touch her again.

For a moment I did nothing other than stroke her face and think how lucky I was, but then I let my hand wander down over her jaw, along her neck and then down to her front. Her eyes closed as I let my fingers roam around her soft little breast, stroking and caressing, over the rise and around her nipple, tweaking it between finger and thumb, flicking it gently with my finger to make her gasp, and then continuing down her body. I skated around her navel and then, moving a little to one side to give myself room, I carried on down towards her pubic mound, this time grazing her skin with my fingernails to make her skin twitch with pleasure.

Her pubes were totally smooth, newly shaved, and lovely to touch. She parted her legs further for me and I ran my fingers down over her labia, hearing her sigh quietly as I explored her again. I parted her folds to find her tunnel, playing at her entrance, feeling just how wet and aroused she was. I pushed a finger just a little way inside her and she pushed back, lifting her pelvis to try and admit me further. A second finger found its way in, and then I pushed, sliding both fingers deep into her. Again she groaned and pushed back.

‘Oh god, that's wonderful.' She gasped excitedly, the first words either of us had spoken in the bedroom. I couldn't agree more.

I looked at her, smiling to see seeing eager excitement in her eyes rather than the nervousness of earlier. She wanted me. I began to thrust my fingers into her pussy with a rapid heavy rhythm, finger-fucking her hard, the heel of my palm rubbing on her clit at the same time. Her hand came up behind my shoulder, fingertips digging in, revealing how much she was enjoying it.

The little mounds of her breasts were swaying with my rhythm, engorged nipples moving up and down, enticing me. I couldn't resist. I lowered my mouth and found one, sucking it into my mouth so that I could nibble and lick it even as I fingered her. Her hand moved to the back of my head, holding me to her breast, and all the time she was moaning sexily.

This time she didn't tell me when she was about to come, she just came, pushing my face hard onto her breast while her pelvis jerked and leapt against my fingers. I gripped her nipple between my teeth and pulled at the same time as plunging into her as deep as I could, knowing that she would like it and knowing it would increase her pleasure. She responded with the same long sibilant ‘yyeeessss' as before, throwing her head back as her orgasm reached a peak.

Afterwards we lay together in each others arms, just holding each other without speaking for what seemed to be a long time. I think she was absorbing what had happened between us and thinking through its implications. For my part I was luxuriating in the knowledge that I‘d seduced my neighbour, although in truth she needed little seducing, just persuading. Then suddenly she looked up at me and began to talk.

‘I didn't think it would be you.' She said out of the blue.

I gazed at her, not really understanding and wanting her to expend.

‘For years.' She began. ‘I've been curious about what it would be like to be in bed with another woman. I like men and I want men, but I still had this little niggling urge to be with a woman, and I suppressed it. Then I saw you and your friend, and the feeling came back. I'd decided that if the chance ever came I would do it, but I never thought of it being with you because you've already got someone. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we did what we did and that you taught me how nice it could be, and I hope you'll invite me for another coffee so you can teach me some more. I just thought I'd have to look further than the house next door.'

She giggled girlishly at her own temerity and gave me the chance to explain to her.

‘Tina. The friend you saw me with.' I told her. ‘Is also married, so I don't have a proper lover. So you're not treading on anyone's toes. I saw you and fancied you, it's as simple as that, and you have a standing invitation for coffee anytime you're in the mood.'

We both knew what that meant, just as I had understood what she meant by teaching her more. We'd only very warily scratched the surface of what women can enjoy with each other and there was so much more we could do with and to each other.

‘Can I come around for coffee tomorrow afternoon?' She asked with a giggle.

I could see the beginning of a lovely relationship.