“Don’t be silly; he is an old man. I’m just being neighbourly, darling.” Jade said as she gave her husband a peck on the cheek and left their apartment with a plate of hot food.
“It’s all the time. Doesn’t he have kids or grandkids who can check in on him?” Jenson asked his wife.
“I don’t think so,” Jade said as she left.
Jenson watched as she disappeared towards the old man’s flat across the hall as the front door closed, his brows raised in a slight frown as he sat in front of the TV to eat.
Jade stood nervously in front of Harry’s door; she took a deep breath before her knuckles rapped softly against the wood; each tap produced a pulsing flutter in her lower belly.
She heard the shuffling of footsteps inside, growing louder as he approached. Harry opened the door, his watery eyes widening slightly at the sight of her. “Evening,” he said, his frail body framed in the doorway.
“Dinner.” She held up the plate of food, the steam from the hot dish swirling up.
“Come in, dear,” he said, his voice a little breathy. “You really didn’t have to do this,” Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper as he let her pass.
“Nonsense,” Jade replied, her smile a little too bright. “You can’t live on tea. Besides, Jenson and I have more than enough.”
Harry chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Jenson must be getting a little irritated you keep coming over to help me out with things.” He surmised as he closed the door.
“A little,” Jade said with a large smile as she placed the plate on the table. “But he also knows I’m a sucker for helping an old man in need.” She winked playfully.
“Well, I would not want him thinking there is anything going on between us and getting jealous of his beautiful young wife and his old widowed neighbour,” Harry said, his eyes flickering down to admire her body.
“Exactly,” Jade agreed, her cheeks flushed. “It’s not like that at all. I’m just being neighbourly,” she said, her eyes meeting Harry’s. She bit her lip, a small smile playing on her lips, at the idea of anything romantic happening between them.
‘God, imagine being romantic with Harry; I should be so lucky,’ Jade thought.
Harry nodded. “You are too kind, Jade.” He told her.
Breaking her cute little thought, Jade blushed at the compliment.
“Is your husband eating also, dear?” Harry asked, his eyes wandering, now lingering on her swelling breasts.
“Yeah, eating his just now back home,” she replied.
“Well, I really don’t want to keep you from having dinner with your husband. Jade, you should be getting back and not having your husband suspicious; after all, we are just neighbourly, the two of us. helping one another out.” He told her with a cheeky little grin.
Jade actually wanted to stay; sharing a dinner with Harry was a lot more appealing than going back home, but she told herself she needed to be back home before Jenson got suspicious.
She had spent a lot of time over at Harry’s of late, and she had found herself becoming very fond and even attracted to him the more she had spent there; she repeatedly reminded herself she was recently married and she should be more respectful to her husband, but the romantic notions that seemed to fill her day more and more were her guilty little pleasure; if it meant being neighbourly to get a little closer to Harry and indulge her little thoughts, then no one was getting hurt, she reasoned.
Jade came out of her thoughts at the now awkward silence, slightly embarrassed at her growing crush on the old man, and he must be hungry.
“Well, I guess I better let you get tucked into it while it’s warm,” she told him, sliding the plate over a bit. “Anything else I can help you out with before I go?” Jade offered, slightly eager to extend her stay, even by seconds.
Harry thought a moment, still in the same spot as when he closed the door behind her.
“Anything,” Jade offered, looking down at the plate.
“Well, you did say you were a sucker for helping an old man,” Harry said with a slight chuckle. “If you could help me out before you go home, if you’re up for it, Jade.”
Jade looked up from the plate she was adjusting. Harry stood in front of her, his shorts were bunched up around his ankles, revealing his thin, hairy legs and the dark patch of pubic hair surrounding his cock.
Jade’s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. She was more than eager to be neighbourly and help Harry out.
“Of course I can help you out; that’s what good neighbours do,” she said as she marched over. She dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she reached out and took his cock in her hand. It was soft and warm; it felt good in her grip.
Jade squeezed gently, feeling Harry’s cock twitch and stir in her hand. She stroked up and down, her grip firm but gentle, coaxing him to life. Harry let out a soft moan, his head tilted back, eyes closed. Jade watched as his cock began to harden, growing and thickening under her touch. She could feel it pulsing, the blood flowing through it, and it made her heart race.
“That’s it, Harry,” she whispered, her breath hot on his tip as she leaned in closer. “Let me help you.” She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to tease the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that had beaded up just as Harry groaned.
Jade looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, She loved being able to be neighbourly and help him out, and she loved that he was comfortable asking her.
Jade did feel somewhat guilty; she was going to get herself off when she was home and alone in the bath at the thought of helping him. She wanted to keep helping him, and he worried Harry might find it weird a young woman like her would get her kicks out of helping him cum, so she focused on just getting the task done, and Jenson would never know.
Jade’s mouth opened wide as she took as much of him in as possible, her head bobbing up and down, her lips stretched tight around his now hard shaft. She could feel the veins pulsing beneath her tongue, could feel his cock throbbing.
It felt good, so good, to be of service to him. She loved the way he felt in her mouth, loved the taste of him, the smell of him. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, could feel her clit throbbing in time with his cock, but she would never admit or show it in case it fucked their neighbourly partnership, even if she were keen to be a bit more than good neighbours.
Jade wanted to suck his cock; she wanted to help out. She was a good neighbour and wanted to be neighbourly to get him happy and pleased before she left.
Jade began to suck his cock more enthusiastically, her head bobbing up and down, her lips tight around his shaft.
“That feels so good, Jade,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “You’re such a good neighbour.”
Jade’s hands were wrapped around his wrinkled waist, her hands holding either ass cheek as she sucked and bobbed on his cock.
She could feel his hips moving; his cock fucked her mouth so deliciously that she felt it such a shame they were only helpful neighbours to each other. She didn’t want to stop; she wanted this to last. She was just helping him out as a good neighbour would.
She felt Harry’s hands on her head; he had moved them. Finally, she had been waiting for this, not to rush things, but she needed the contact. He was gripping her head, guiding her, fucking her mouth, his hips moving in time with his hands.
“That’s it, Jade. Oh fuck, yeah, maybe you could help me out some more and swallow all my load, you know, to help me with the clean up after?” He groaned.
Jade moaned around his shaft, signalling she agreed it would be a good idea and helpful.
She loved the idea of helping the old man swallow his load; it was such a neighbourly thing to do.
It didn’t take long before Jade could feel Harry’s balls tighten, and she knew he was close. She sucked harder, her mouth-watering at the thought of his cum.
Harry’s grip on her head tightened, his hips thrusting faster, fucking her mouth with more urgency.
“Fuck, Jade, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
Jade gagged slightly, but she took him in, determined to be helpful. Harry’s body tensed, his cock twitched, and then he came, hot and salty, filling her mouth with his load. Jade swallowed it all, her throat working to take him in, her hand still stroking his ass gently. She could feel his cock pulsing, could feel his body shaking as he came, and she loved being of service to him, loved being able to help him out.
Once Harry’s orgasm had subsided, Jade took him out of her mouth, her lips popping off with a wet sound. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and he smiled down at her, his eyes filled with gratitude.
Jade wiped her chin with the back of her hand, her hand shaking slightly as she did so. She stood up, her legs wobbly, her heart still racing.
Unfortunately now she needed to get back to Jenson before he started to get the wrong idea about them being anything other than good neighbours, even if she did imagine it often.
She looked down at her watch, her eyes widening as she dramatized how long she had been gone. “I better get going,” she said, her voice slightly breathless. “Jenson will start to wonder where I am.”
Harry nodded, his cock still semi-hard, his body relaxed. “Thank you, Jade,” he said, his voice soft as he pulled his shorts back up and sat at the table in front of his plate. “You’re a very good neighbour.”
Jade blushed at the compliment, her body still tingling from the experience. “Of course, anytime, Harry,” she said with a smile.
Jade opened the door; she hoped Harry had bought it. She was eager to get home to avoid suspicion, hiding the true fact she was rushing home to rub one out herself for being a good neighbour.
