I’m only being neighbourly. Darling P2
“Jade, you are such a great neighbour,” Harry told her. “I can’t thank you enough for your help and at such short notice.”
“Mmmmmhhhh, Anytime, Harry,” Jade said, her voice filled with sincerity as she tried to hide the delight in her tone, as she looked back at him over her shoulder.
Jade gripped the arm of her neighbour’s sofa as Harry pushed inside her pussy, again.
She gasped, her hips rocking back against him as he thrust forward, his cock filling her completely this time.
Jade felt the pleasure overwhelm her, hastily turning her head away from him, a desperate attempt to keep her face from betraying the lie that she was bent over and taking his cock for any other reason than just ‘being a helpful neighbour,’ and she pushed back against him.
Harry’s hands gripped Jade’s hips harder, his body slapping against hers with each thrust. “Fuck, Jade,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so good, so tight. Jenson is such a lucky man, even if he doesn’t know he is sharing his wife’s pussy.”
Jade thought to herself as she gripped the fabric of the sofa arm, feeling the old man’s cock deep inside her. She bit her lip to suppress another moan: a moan that could give away that her helpful intentions were more for her benefit, her body betrayed her thoughts as it responded to the wonderful fucking he was treating her to.
Jade decided not to mention that she and Jenson hadn’t been intimate for weeks now, ever since she had started helping Harry out with his releases. She didn’t want to worry Jenson; after all, she was just being a helpful neighbour.
Jade’s pussy clenched around Harry’s cock, another sign of her true feelings, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan this time, her head falling as she gripped tighter to the sofa.
Harry must have felt it, too, because she heard his groan, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her and with more force.
A broad smile spread across her face.
***
Thirty-four minutes ago, Jade had gotten a call at her office; it had been Harry.
Harry had explained that he hoped not to bother her at work, but he was needing her help again with one of his now regular releases. These releases had started as merely showing him some flesh as he touched himself, But then increased to a quick hand-job, before escalating to blowjobs over the last couple of weeks; with every assistance to his release and helping him, she had had to do a little bit more the next time, not that she was complaining though, and not that she would admit it; she loved being helpful with his releases.
Over the last couple of days or so, it had seemed the only way she could be helpful towards his release was to be on hand to offer her pussy; of course, Jenson need not worry; it was only neighbourly to help out, and so what if she sometimes fantasised for more? Harry might not return those ideas and feelings, so it was ok to keep them to herself.
Jade had hung up the phone in the office; she explained there had been an emergency and had raced home from work, well, to the door across from her home, and now she was happily bent over Harry’s sofa, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her bare ass on display and pressing back. She was dripping wet, her juices coating her inner thighs, another failing tell-tale sign of her own arousal. She had been looking forward to this since Harry’s call.
“Jade, can you turn around? I think seeing your tits might help me.” Harry asked.
Jade turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, a playful smirk on her lips. “Sure,” she teased.
Harry nodded as Jade slowly pushed herself up, reluctantly letting her grip on his cock go, her body turning to face Harry. She unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers deftly working the buttons until it was open, revealing her black lace bra.
Harry’s breath hitched as he watched her, his cock still hard and standing tall. Jade slipped her tits free over her bra; she held them as she lay back onto the sofa and spread her legs.
“How’s this, Harry? Does it help if I do this?” Jade asked; she wanted Harry to see her.
Harry’s eyes widened, his cock jumping as if it grew another inch. He shuffled forward and began to press inside her again.
“You’re so fucking sexy. I don’t know how your husband can keep his hands off you. and so helpful,”
Jade felt her pussy clench at his words, her body responding to his touch. “So are you,” she felt herself say; the words were out before she could help it. She worried she might have made this ‘helping-his-release’ thing weird by bringing her desires and wants into it rather than it just being about helping a neighbour in need.
“Me too, what, sorry?” he questioned.
“A helpful neighbour,” she stammered, trying to hide that she thought him sexy.
“Really? “Harry said.
To Jade’s relief, he continued to slide in and out of her as his hairy chest brushed against her breasts.
“Yeah, I guess you help me with my own release sometimes,” Jade said, knowing it had been true, the number of times she had masturbated, alone, thinking about him.
“Never thought about it like that, two helpful neighbours,” Harry said, before getting serious again.
He began to thrust faster, his hips slamming into her with more force, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. Jade’s tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and aching. She reached up and pinched one between their bodies, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
“Fuck, Harry, you feel so good inside me,” Jade moaned. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to feel him deeper, harder. She pushed up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He pounded into her with a force that belied his age, his hips slapping against her with each thrust. Jade’s tits pressed against his skin, her hard nipples sensitive.
She loved every second, every inch of him inside her, but she was still aware and afraid to let him know. If he found out how much she enjoyed this, their dynamic of their neighbourly arrangement might change. She didn’t want him to think she was some kind of slut, just after his body. She wanted him to see her as the helpful neighbour she was, even if her body slipped up from time to time, or fuck to fuck.
“Jade, you’re so fucking sexy,” Harry groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her.
Jade bit her lip to suppress a moan, her eyes meeting Harry’s.
She loved seeing his passion, his lust; she wanted to show him her own lust but held back. She rocked her hips back against him, taking him deeper, filling herself with his cock until his seed was inside her pussy and filing her up.
