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The names are changed, to protect the guilty, but otherwise, this is a true story. It happened to me, in 2014, while I was renovating a house. I wasn't living in the house, but I had owned it for a few years, and I knew the neighbours. In the house next to mine, was Janice, a single mom, now that she had kicked out her cheating husband. She was about 10 years younger than me, petite, and I had always had a small crush on her, although I had never thought to do anything about it.
While I was working on my house, I had no electrical power, so I got into the habit of dropping into Janice's for a cup of tea, when she was home. It was late in the afternoon, and I was packing my tools into my car, when Janice drove onto the drive one afternoon. I said Hi, and if she was making a cup of tea, I'd have one too before I went home. She laughed at my cheek, ambushing her before she even got in the house, but agreed to make us both a brew. As soon as we were inside, Janice explained that she just HAD to get changed. She was working in the cold-store of the supermarket, and so was warmly dressed, but it was mid summer, and she was now over hot. Would I mind putting the kettle on, while she changed?
It was a reasonable suggestion, and thinking Janice was going upstairs to change, I filled the kettle, and placed it on the hob. It was an old-fashioned kettle, not electric, which you put on the oven, and had a whistle to tell you it was boiling. While I waited for the whistle, I wandered back into the lounge.
"Oh! Sorry, I thought you went upstairs", I said, genuinely a little surprised and embarrassed. Janice, thinking I was going to stay in the kitchen, had taken some cooler clothes straight out of the laundry, downstairs, and begun to change in the lounge. When I came in, she was standing with her back to me, in matching bra and panties, apparently undecided between two summer dresses laid out in front of her. Janice turned, to half face me, and I could see her gentle C-Cup boobs, held loosely in a slightly-too-small bra. They spilled over the top, just a tiny bit, as Janice shook her head, "No, I knew this dress was down here", she said, holding up a white dress with tiny blue flowers, "But now I think I might wear this one", a plain red dress, with a deep neckline. She turned fully to face me, and asked "Which do you like"?
Well, I wasn't fully focused on choosing a dress. I was admiring the pale flat stomach, the smooth legs, the perfect tits, and my eyes kept darting to her crotch, while I tried to work out if she might be shaved or bushy, down there. A whistling sound from the kitchen probably saved me from being caught staring, as I looked back, startled. "Um..." I managed. Never the best at multi-tasking, I had already been at full stretch choosing a dress, while admiring Janice's young body. The third task of taking the kettle off the boil, was too much for me, and I sort of froze. Janice rolled her eyes, and mildly rebuked me. "Men, they get over-loaded so easily".
She brushed past me, into the kitchen, to take care of the tea-making herself. Both of the dresses were discarded on the sofa, and she carried on making our drinks, as if prancing around the kitchen in her knickers was entirely normal. Well, perhaps it was, but she was making no allowance for my presence. The cups were low down in a cupboard at floor level, and she bent over, and took a few moments moving aside cups which didn't seem to please her, and finally digging out a matching pair from the back. While so positioned, I had a great view of her arse, with the panties stretched tight across her bum, her pussy straining at the crotch. I thought she was probably shaved.
The sugar, which she doesn't take, was up high in another cupboard, almost out of her reach. As she stood on her toes, stretching up, her legs looked very fine, and her tits were definitely thinking about an escape from that bra. They jiggled merrily, as she grabbed the sugar, and fell back down onto both heels. With a cup and a biscuit each, we returned to the living room. I had decided on the red dress, since I was sure that to wear it, Janice would have to take off her bra. I was starting to think she might do that right in front of me, and the thought of it started a twitching in my pants.
But the question of the dress was forgotten. Janice stayed as she was, and sat in one of the arm chairs, pulling her feet up onto the seat in front of her, and pressing her soles together. Flexible girl. I had no choice but to take the other arm chair, opposite, from where I had a grand-stand view of the front of her knickers, fully on display. I was struggling to keep focused, while I answered questions about what I had done to the house that day, and whether I would be back tomorrow, and so on. Really, I don't remember what we talked about; my conversation was left to the auto-pilot, while my brain was trying to x-ray those panties, and read the pussy beneath. I wanted it.
I had finished my tea and biscuits, and was thinking about making my way home, when I noticed... Was that...?
Yes, definitely. A small damp spot had appeared on Janice's panties. While we had been talking, and I had been getting myself worked up looking at her crotch, she had become excited too. So, the open display wasn't entirely innocent then. She was getting off on the fact that she was exposing herself, and making me hot. Harmless fun, I suppose, but perhaps I won't tell my wife.
I was about to stand up, and be on my way, when Janice suddenly changed to conversation, to her low-life ex. It would be rude to go now, so I relaxed back into my chair, and let her bad-mouth him for a bit. I was letting it wash over me, just making agreeing noises, but then she turned the conversation again. "He wasn't a great lover, but he was better than nothing. I haven't been touched by a man for over a year now, and at this point, anyone would do. I don't want a relationship, I just want to be shagged".
I was suddenly on full alert. I ran a quick diagnostic, to make sure I couldn't be mistaken. But, no, I was pretty sure, she was offering herself. I stood up slowly, and walked towards her. "Surely, you can't have been short of offers", I pointed out. "You're a fit, great looking girl. If you put yourself out there, you'll be snapped up in an instant". I was now right beside her chair, looking down on her. She laid her head back, and closed her eyes, saying "Maybe, but I told you, I don't want a relationship. I just want to be touched".
Her eyes stayed closed. I put my hand down, and placed it softly on the inside of her knee. She shuddered a little, but it wasn't a flinch, and her eyes stayed closed. I had permission to continue. I began to run my hand up and down the inside of her thigh, enjoying the feel of her smooth white skin. Each stroke, I ended a little higher; ready at any moment to leap back, if there was a protest.
There was none, and after four or five strokes, my hand bumped into her panties. She made a tiny, almost inaudible squeak, but her head remained back, eyes closed. Now, I changed my caress, to encompass both inside thighs. My hand went from one knee, up the inside, softly across her panties, and back down the other side, to the other knee. I did this a few times, pressing a little harder with each pass. I started adding a circular kneading of her pussy, on each pass. After two or three of these, I stopped stroking her legs, and continued to massage her pussy.
The little damp spot was growing, and she began to wriggle, sliding her bum forwards in the chair, to meet my pressure with pressure of her own. She moved her feet, from touching together in front of her, to held right up either side of her, hooking her arms inside her knees. She was opening herself as fully as she could. I slid a finger inside her panties, and began to rub some of her ample lubrication up and down her slit, looking for her clit. I found it, pushed my way past her folds, and rubbed directly on her bud. She let out a cry, and pushed me roughly away with one hand.
I thought I had been too rough, and she was going to throw me out. But, she had only pushed my away, so she could tear off her knickers. Then she resumed her wide open position, still with her eyes closed. I returned, and took a look at her pussy. I had been right, her lips were clean shaved. But, her mound was covered in a soft blond fluff. It was so soft, I didn't think it could ever have been shaved. I ran my fingers through it, and back down to her hungry hole. Girl-cum was leaking from her in a constant stream, so I plunged two fingers into her, and began a fierce finger-fucking. It made a delicious squelching sound, which was soon accompanied by a continuous low moan from Janice.
With my first two fingers digging around inside her, I used my thumb to bang away on her clit, making her clutch at the arms of the chair, as if she might fall off. When I also managed to work my little finger down her crack, and tease around her arse hole, it made her scream. She grabbed at the material of her bra, so that, still leaving the straps in place, she wrenched both tits out of their confinement. Then she pulled fiercely at her pale strawberry nipples, while I worked away at her cunt. Finally, she began a violent bucking motion, and I used my free arm to pin her legs back, while I increased the pressure on her clit, and probed her pussy ever-more energetically.
With another scream, she went completely rigid, and my hand was forced out of her cunt by a powerful muscle spasm, which bruised my fingers. Slowly, her body relaxed, until she seemed to "deflate". Without a word, she pushed me aside, got up, and ran upstairs. I waited for a minute or two, but she obviously wasn't coming down again. I washed my hands, and then called up, did she want anything? No answer, so I called a cheerful "bye then", and left.
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Next time I saw her, there was a minute of awkwardness. I was hoping not to be called a r****t, and I imagine she didn't want to be thought of as a slut. We talked about a safe topic, the rise in burglary in the area, and soon, everything was back to normal. For a while, anyway... If you like this story, I might tell you what happened that winter!
While I was working on my house, I had no electrical power, so I got into the habit of dropping into Janice's for a cup of tea, when she was home. It was late in the afternoon, and I was packing my tools into my car, when Janice drove onto the drive one afternoon. I said Hi, and if she was making a cup of tea, I'd have one too before I went home. She laughed at my cheek, ambushing her before she even got in the house, but agreed to make us both a brew. As soon as we were inside, Janice explained that she just HAD to get changed. She was working in the cold-store of the supermarket, and so was warmly dressed, but it was mid summer, and she was now over hot. Would I mind putting the kettle on, while she changed?
It was a reasonable suggestion, and thinking Janice was going upstairs to change, I filled the kettle, and placed it on the hob. It was an old-fashioned kettle, not electric, which you put on the oven, and had a whistle to tell you it was boiling. While I waited for the whistle, I wandered back into the lounge.
"Oh! Sorry, I thought you went upstairs", I said, genuinely a little surprised and embarrassed. Janice, thinking I was going to stay in the kitchen, had taken some cooler clothes straight out of the laundry, downstairs, and begun to change in the lounge. When I came in, she was standing with her back to me, in matching bra and panties, apparently undecided between two summer dresses laid out in front of her. Janice turned, to half face me, and I could see her gentle C-Cup boobs, held loosely in a slightly-too-small bra. They spilled over the top, just a tiny bit, as Janice shook her head, "No, I knew this dress was down here", she said, holding up a white dress with tiny blue flowers, "But now I think I might wear this one", a plain red dress, with a deep neckline. She turned fully to face me, and asked "Which do you like"?
Well, I wasn't fully focused on choosing a dress. I was admiring the pale flat stomach, the smooth legs, the perfect tits, and my eyes kept darting to her crotch, while I tried to work out if she might be shaved or bushy, down there. A whistling sound from the kitchen probably saved me from being caught staring, as I looked back, startled. "Um..." I managed. Never the best at multi-tasking, I had already been at full stretch choosing a dress, while admiring Janice's young body. The third task of taking the kettle off the boil, was too much for me, and I sort of froze. Janice rolled her eyes, and mildly rebuked me. "Men, they get over-loaded so easily".
She brushed past me, into the kitchen, to take care of the tea-making herself. Both of the dresses were discarded on the sofa, and she carried on making our drinks, as if prancing around the kitchen in her knickers was entirely normal. Well, perhaps it was, but she was making no allowance for my presence. The cups were low down in a cupboard at floor level, and she bent over, and took a few moments moving aside cups which didn't seem to please her, and finally digging out a matching pair from the back. While so positioned, I had a great view of her arse, with the panties stretched tight across her bum, her pussy straining at the crotch. I thought she was probably shaved.
The sugar, which she doesn't take, was up high in another cupboard, almost out of her reach. As she stood on her toes, stretching up, her legs looked very fine, and her tits were definitely thinking about an escape from that bra. They jiggled merrily, as she grabbed the sugar, and fell back down onto both heels. With a cup and a biscuit each, we returned to the living room. I had decided on the red dress, since I was sure that to wear it, Janice would have to take off her bra. I was starting to think she might do that right in front of me, and the thought of it started a twitching in my pants.
But the question of the dress was forgotten. Janice stayed as she was, and sat in one of the arm chairs, pulling her feet up onto the seat in front of her, and pressing her soles together. Flexible girl. I had no choice but to take the other arm chair, opposite, from where I had a grand-stand view of the front of her knickers, fully on display. I was struggling to keep focused, while I answered questions about what I had done to the house that day, and whether I would be back tomorrow, and so on. Really, I don't remember what we talked about; my conversation was left to the auto-pilot, while my brain was trying to x-ray those panties, and read the pussy beneath. I wanted it.
I had finished my tea and biscuits, and was thinking about making my way home, when I noticed... Was that...?
Yes, definitely. A small damp spot had appeared on Janice's panties. While we had been talking, and I had been getting myself worked up looking at her crotch, she had become excited too. So, the open display wasn't entirely innocent then. She was getting off on the fact that she was exposing herself, and making me hot. Harmless fun, I suppose, but perhaps I won't tell my wife.
I was about to stand up, and be on my way, when Janice suddenly changed to conversation, to her low-life ex. It would be rude to go now, so I relaxed back into my chair, and let her bad-mouth him for a bit. I was letting it wash over me, just making agreeing noises, but then she turned the conversation again. "He wasn't a great lover, but he was better than nothing. I haven't been touched by a man for over a year now, and at this point, anyone would do. I don't want a relationship, I just want to be shagged".
I was suddenly on full alert. I ran a quick diagnostic, to make sure I couldn't be mistaken. But, no, I was pretty sure, she was offering herself. I stood up slowly, and walked towards her. "Surely, you can't have been short of offers", I pointed out. "You're a fit, great looking girl. If you put yourself out there, you'll be snapped up in an instant". I was now right beside her chair, looking down on her. She laid her head back, and closed her eyes, saying "Maybe, but I told you, I don't want a relationship. I just want to be touched".
Her eyes stayed closed. I put my hand down, and placed it softly on the inside of her knee. She shuddered a little, but it wasn't a flinch, and her eyes stayed closed. I had permission to continue. I began to run my hand up and down the inside of her thigh, enjoying the feel of her smooth white skin. Each stroke, I ended a little higher; ready at any moment to leap back, if there was a protest.
There was none, and after four or five strokes, my hand bumped into her panties. She made a tiny, almost inaudible squeak, but her head remained back, eyes closed. Now, I changed my caress, to encompass both inside thighs. My hand went from one knee, up the inside, softly across her panties, and back down the other side, to the other knee. I did this a few times, pressing a little harder with each pass. I started adding a circular kneading of her pussy, on each pass. After two or three of these, I stopped stroking her legs, and continued to massage her pussy.
The little damp spot was growing, and she began to wriggle, sliding her bum forwards in the chair, to meet my pressure with pressure of her own. She moved her feet, from touching together in front of her, to held right up either side of her, hooking her arms inside her knees. She was opening herself as fully as she could. I slid a finger inside her panties, and began to rub some of her ample lubrication up and down her slit, looking for her clit. I found it, pushed my way past her folds, and rubbed directly on her bud. She let out a cry, and pushed me roughly away with one hand.
I thought I had been too rough, and she was going to throw me out. But, she had only pushed my away, so she could tear off her knickers. Then she resumed her wide open position, still with her eyes closed. I returned, and took a look at her pussy. I had been right, her lips were clean shaved. But, her mound was covered in a soft blond fluff. It was so soft, I didn't think it could ever have been shaved. I ran my fingers through it, and back down to her hungry hole. Girl-cum was leaking from her in a constant stream, so I plunged two fingers into her, and began a fierce finger-fucking. It made a delicious squelching sound, which was soon accompanied by a continuous low moan from Janice.
With my first two fingers digging around inside her, I used my thumb to bang away on her clit, making her clutch at the arms of the chair, as if she might fall off. When I also managed to work my little finger down her crack, and tease around her arse hole, it made her scream. She grabbed at the material of her bra, so that, still leaving the straps in place, she wrenched both tits out of their confinement. Then she pulled fiercely at her pale strawberry nipples, while I worked away at her cunt. Finally, she began a violent bucking motion, and I used my free arm to pin her legs back, while I increased the pressure on her clit, and probed her pussy ever-more energetically.
With another scream, she went completely rigid, and my hand was forced out of her cunt by a powerful muscle spasm, which bruised my fingers. Slowly, her body relaxed, until she seemed to "deflate". Without a word, she pushed me aside, got up, and ran upstairs. I waited for a minute or two, but she obviously wasn't coming down again. I washed my hands, and then called up, did she want anything? No answer, so I called a cheerful "bye then", and left.
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Next time I saw her, there was a minute of awkwardness. I was hoping not to be called a r****t, and I imagine she didn't want to be thought of as a slut. We talked about a safe topic, the rise in burglary in the area, and soon, everything was back to normal. For a while, anyway... If you like this story, I might tell you what happened that winter!
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