Paula stood in front of me as I opened my front door. She must have known my wife was in work as her car had gone. I looked her up and down. I never knew what she did for a living but she was wearing a social services badge with her name on it and something similar to a nurses top. The press studs at the front were straining slightly as they struggled against the tit flesh they concealed.
“I’ve got a problem, could you come round and help?” She looked nervous as she made the request of me. I asked how much time I had and she told me I had at least an hour, probably more. I told her to go home and do nothing. I’d be there in five minutes. Paula said nothing as she turned and walked away.
Shutting the front door I ran upstairs to the bathroom where I showered in double-quick time. I tried to regain my composure, tried to be cool and calm as I dressed before walking over to my neighbour’s house to help her. I knocked on her door and she opened it, dressed exactly as she was before. She stood to one side which I took as my invitation to enter, as I walked in I made sure my arm brushed her tits for which I made no apology or comment.
The door closed behind us and she stood looking at me. I lowered my gaze staring on purpose, at her tits, straining her top. Paula wasn’t the biggest, but she was sure as hell, not the smallest. I enquired about her problem as her head lowered, looking blankly at the floor.
“It’s my husband, he’s so dull.”
I walked behind her, brushing her arse cheeks with my fingertips. Her tight trousers hugged the contours of her cheeks as I asked her to elaborate.
“He never kisses me anywhere lower than my boobs,” she blurted out.
Well, if nothing else that gave me clarity of purpose. I knew what she wanted from me and that wasn’t an issue.
Her head remained lowered as I moved my hand from behind her to place it between her legs. She offered no resistance or response as I rubbed her.
“I’ve been in work all day,” she blurted out even though it was plainly obvious.
I told her to go upstairs to the bathroom and she dutifully obeyed as my hand lost its position on her pussy. I followed her upstairs looking at her ample arse as she climbed the stairs.
Standing in front of her, I told her to remove her trousers. Her hands shook slightly as she fiddled with the buttons before stepping out of them. I placed my fingers under her chin, lifting her head until her eyes met mine as I smiled reassuringly. She returned my smile, but with no conviction. My fingers slowly began to undo her top, releasing the poppers from the strain they’d been under until they were all open. I slipped it from her shoulders as she stood in front of me dressed only in simple white knickers and matching bra.
I left her standing there as I ran a bowl of warm soapy water immersing a flannel before telling her to take her knickers off and hand them to me. I noted her slight hesitation before she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and, head lowered, removed them, offering them to me. I examined them before putting them to one side before I moved behind her.
I studied that ample round arse as I reached to her bra, adjusting the straps until the cups pulled tight, straining against the tit flesh. I heard Paula whimper a little, it wasn’t painful, just restrictive. I indicated she should kneel, lean forward and put her arms and head on the side of the bath. As she followed her instructions, her arse and pussy opened to my gaze. I’d noticed from looking at her knickers the areas that needed attention before I placed my mouth near them as I reached for the flannel.
I began gently wiping her tight puckered arse hole, moving slowly down to her pussy, making sure everything was clean before satisfying Paula’s request.
“He hasn’t kissed my pussy in over ten years,” she said quietly. I asked when he’d last paid attention to her arse as she told me that he or anyone else had ever touched her there. Her arse had been touched yes, but never deeper and never by mouth.
I reached for a towel as I gently dried the excess water from between her cheeks and her pussy. My hand lingered on her cunt as the towel dropped, my fingers teasing her. Her sweet hole began to get wet again as I lowered my face. I paused so she could feel my hot breath on her lips before placing a kiss on her cunt. Paula shuddered and moved slightly backwards. Just the encouragement I was looking for.
My tongue began its exploration of Paula’s sweet folds as I lapped at her wetness, tasting and swallowing. My tongue moved up into position to be the first to rim her tight hole, as it touched her arsehole I heard a whimper from her.
I pulled her cheeks apart burying my tongue against her arse, licking and circling. Again she pushed back, my fingers teasing her wet cunt as I rimmed her.
Removing a wet finger from her wet pussy, I pressed it against her tight arsehole as I told her to relax. Firm gentle pressure against that tight hole caused it to open as I became the first to enter her there. Paula let out a stifled scream as I pushed my finger slowly into her. Reaching up I pulled on her bra strap causing the cups to dig tighter into her tits as I pressed on into her freshly cleaned arsehole. This seemed to have an effect on Paula.
“Fuck me! Get your fucking cock inside me now!” Never one to disappoint a lady, I quickly freed my cock pressing easily into her wet cunt. I left my finger in her arse as I fucked that wet cunt, turning it, finger fucking her arse before another tirade came my way. “Empty your cum into my cunt and keep fingering me!”
It was my duty to oblige the lady as I emptied my hot seed into her soft wet hole, my finger remaining in her arse as I did. I stayed in as long as I could before my wet cock slid from her cunt, my finger slowly extracting itself from her arsehole.
I watched my cum drip from Paula, wondering if she’d ever had a cream pie. I somehow doubted it, but that could wait. I climbed to my feet, my wet cock hanging as Paula knelt at my feet looking up.
She looked up at me, a smile on her face. I noticed the bra cups had left red marks on her tits. I remember thinking that was gonna take some explaining.
“Thank you, neighbour,” she said as I left.