In the last week of March, 2020, I split up with my girlfriend of three years. Even though it was my decision to end the relationship, I decided to take a few months to sort out my head.
Thankfully, I’d kept my small terrace house and I moved back in. My next door neighbours, David and Helen were a young couple with two kids and they’d lived there throughout the four years I’d owned my property.
On moving day, David kindly helped me carry some of the larger items. In the dining room, he said how nice the cast iron open fireplace looked. I told him I’d installed it myself when I first moved in — and he remembered the noise I made doing it.
A couple of weeks later, with the country in lockdown due to the Covid pandemic, I was chilling watching TV when I was surprised to get a text from Helen. ‘David says you have a fireplace that I’d like and it could give me ideas for ours. Please, may I have a look sometime?’
I messaged back, ‘I’m off work for the next two days’, and after a couple more texts later we’d arranged for her to pop round anytime during the following day.
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I was in bed having a lazy morning when I heard a knock on the front door. The digital clock on the bedroom wall showed 10:30 and I quickly put on a pair of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, guessing that Helen had come to look at my fireplace.
The weather was pleasantly warm for the time of year and when I answered the door, I saw Helen in a short, pale yellow summer dress. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but David’s taken the kids to the park for a couple of hours and I have a work’s conference call in eighty minutes or so. Would it be —“
“Of course, come in.”
I locked the front door and showed her through to the dining room and she walked straight to the fireplace and bent over for a closer inspection. I blinked as her dress rose up, giving me a glimpse of white lace covering her pussy
“It’s really lovely isn’t it?” she said.
“Yes, it is…very nice,” I said as Helen turned round and stared into my eyes. I felt colour rushing to my cheeks.
“Oh, dear.” She put a hand to her mouth “Did I flash you? I’m so sorry, Michael, I forgot how short this dress is.”
“Don’t worry,” I said and smiled. “Well, I know you haven’t got a lot of time but would you like a drink while I tell you about installing the fireplace?”
I looked through her spectacles at lovely green eyes… and, suddenly, we were passionately kissing, our hands wandering. I eased a hand inside her thong and began fingering her neatly trimmed pussy.
After a few moments, Helen dropped to her knees and pulled down my joggers and boxers. She guided my cock into her mouth and I placed a hand on the back of her head, trying to control the speed and rhythm of this unexpected blowjob. But, aware that time was limited, I told her to stop and then perched her on the edge dining table.
I crouched and teased her clit with my tongue. Instantly, she squirmed and moaned and I knew I had to fuck this hot neighbour. I helped her off the table and told her to bend over.
“Oooh, yes,” she blurted as I entered from behind. Considering she had two young daughters, I was amazed and delighted that her pussy was so tight. I quickly got into a good rhythm, grasped her hips, and probed deeper with each thrust.
Helen groaned louder and my powerful pounding had her clinging to the edge of the table. Her tits actually popped out of her dress at the very moment I gasped, “I’m close… oh, fuck, yes.”
“Don’t pull out,” she ordered. “I’m nearly there. Keep going, fill me up…”
Trying to prolong the inevitable, I managed to slow slightly — but I really couldn’t last much longer. When I erupted inside her, spurting huge loads, she screamed and trembled, cursing, “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” over and over.
I was breathing heavily when I pulled out but Helen again fell to her knees and licked and sucked me clean. Eventually she got to her feet, adjusted her clothing, pecked my cheek, and said, “Gotta go… my conference call,” and left.
Within ten minutes, I saw Helen walk into her back garden wearing a pencil dress and carrying a laptop and drink. She looked very attractive if somewhat flustered. Hearing David and the kids return, I decided to have a a shower.
The following day, I grinned when I saw white matching lace underwear and a yellow dress on Helen’s washing line. Of course, I’ve spoken to my neighbours quite regularly and also joined them on our doorsteps on a Thursday evening, applauding in support of key workers.
Nothing has ever been mentioned about the fireplace sex and nothing’s happened since. But Helen gives me a cheeky, knowing smile once in a while.
