In describing my relationship with of one of my neighbours, Ron, it’s important to explain how I came to break several of my self imposed rules, how much consensual pleasure was enjoyed between this sweet, sweet man and I, and the satisfaction it gave us both.
The lead up to our encounter may seem to be slow, but it brought about our mutual physical interaction, and I’ve tried my best to describe our one afternoon of sheer sexual pleasure.
I have lived in my current home for about 18 months, its a five bedroom detached house, with a garage attached, a gated drive, and large gardens front and rear.
It’s about 15 years old, but has been substantially modernised by the previous owners, adding a large glass fronted sun room at the back, a fully modernised kitchen, with all built appliances, and a separate laundry room.
The lounge has fitted cabinets, all internally lit, and leads out to the sunroom, there is a large dining room, and I have a small office just off the hallway.
There are modern ensuite bathrooms to the two main bedrooms, and a family bathroom between two of the other bedrooms, the fifth smaller bedroom has small washbasin.
The back garden is quite secluded, and isn’t overlooked by my direct neighbours, I can see the backs of houses as the crescent sweeps round on either side, but there are no houses directly behind us all, as the view looks out onto open countryside.
All in all it’s a very comfortable house, and I love being there during my own time, it’s my home, a sanctuary where I can relax in complete privacy.
My parents helped me to buy it, and they make sure I don’t have any money worries, they do spoil me as I’m the youngest, but they do look after my brother as well.
On one side, my neighbours are a lovely elderly couple, who are very quiet, but were very welcoming when I first moved in, they are really helpful, always willing to take in parcels etc.
On the other side, there is a youngish married couple with two children, the wife is very nice, but looks tired, we often talk over the gate, her husband works in sales, and in fairness he works hard to provide for them, leaving early, and usually arriving home after 7pm.
My home is situated almost midway on a leafy crescent, if I turn left, a shortish five minute walk takes me to a junction with a main road that goes towards the city, there is a small set of shops there, and a very nice rural pub, all set back from the roads, with a large area of grass, and reasonably available parking.
The locals call it ‘The Green,’ but I’m not sure if that’s the official name, and I confess I’ve never bothered to find out.
If I turn right, it’s a slightly longer five to ten minute walk to the main road that leads into town, if I walked then perhaps another twenty minutes to get to the high street, which has a good selection of shops, boutiques, cafes, restaurants, and several well frequented popular pubs.
I find the green to be very convenient for those things you run out of or forget to buy on the weekly shopping trip, milk, bread, butter and that sort of thing.
It has a small convenience store, chemist, newsagent, bakery, a butchers, and greengrocers, something of a rarity these days, there is also a very nice off licence and wine vintners, where I pick up some superb vintages from time to time.
When I first moved there from my parents home, I found the people very friendly, I got to know quite a few of the other families in the crescent, mostly the ladies, and I found that I settled in with the local community quite quickly.
There were a few of the men, who finding that I lived alone, “bumped” into me, and offered to help me with anything if I needed things doing around the place, I took the view that these were genuine offers with no ulterior motives on their part.
Fortunately, my father and brother come around to take care of the odd jobs, and I have a pair of landscape gardeners, two sisters, who look after the gardens, lawns, flower beds etc.
Anything major, then my father would arrange for professional trades people to come and deal with things, he knew what were reasonable quotes, and I was happy to leave it to him.
He had an interest in the house, as he does in my brother and sister in laws, he has arranged a family trust, though I really haven’t bothered to look into it too much, it has to do with protecting assets, Dad is very good with money, it’s his business, so I’m sure it’s the right thing for all of us.
I usually finish early on Fridays, and invariably I need to walk up to the green to pick up something I need, so it’s a regular thing most weeks.
Sometimes I just need the walk, particularly if it’s been a busy week, it’s very relaxing and helps to clear my mind, and after a few minutes brisk walking, I find I can think better.
A few minutes away, as the crescent curves round, there is a very neat house that has a really well cared for front garden.
I stopped to look at it quite a bit in the early days, attracting seyhan escort the attention of the owner. One day when he was planting out his bedding plants, I stopped and said. “hello, I couldn’t help noticing your beautiful garden.”
“Thank you, I’m Ron, you’re new here aren’t you?”
“Yes, I moved in further up the crescent about a month ago, I’m Michelle.”
“How do you do, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Thank you, and the same for me, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Settling in well?”
“Yes, I’m just off to the shops I forgot to buy milk.”
“To the green?”
“Yes, it’s so convenient there for times like this, is there anything you need while I’m there?”
“No it’s fine at the moment, but I may take advantage of your offer from time to time if you don’t mind?”
“That would be a pleasure.”
I said goodbye and continued to the green, when I came back Ron had gone in, so I assumed he’d working finished at the front for the day.
Over the past year I saw Ron frequently on my way to the green, slowly he began to be comfortable with me allowing me to pick odds and ends up for him, and eventually it became a fairly regular thing.
He showed me his back garden, it was well cared for, with lawn, flower beds, a raised kitchen vegetable plot, and fruit trees towards the bottom end, clearly his hobby was gardening.
Sometimes he would invite me into his home, and I would put the groceries into his fridge for him, often stopping to sit at his kitchen table, where we would have coffee and biscuits, and we’d talk.
He was nearly 58, and had retired at 55 in early January 2020, he had been a local estate agent, and owned his small family business, offering a good service to clients, at reasonable commission, using his intensive knowledge of the area.
He had actually sold my house to its previous owners before I bought it, so he knew a lot about its history, layout and modifications, and of course it’s value.
He had sold his business on when he retired, as his son and daughter in law had emigrated to Brisbane, Australia several years earlier, and he and his wife’s intentions were to emigrate there to join them, there were two grandsons that they hadn’t seen.
Ron had made good investments, and arranged his personal pensions to provide them both with a good lifestyle, his son had a large property, there was a grandparents bungalow in the grounds for both of them to live close at hand.
His wife, Susan, had gone out to join the family in February leaving Ron to finish all the disposal of property, and arranging the shipping of personal belongings, then to follow her out a few months later.
Then, the events of the next two years caught them both, as it did with most of us, Australia closed it’s borders, leaving them separated on either side of the world.
He had to make the best of things, so he took his time with the all the arrangements that had to be taken care of, and using FaceTime to keep in contact with the Brisbane family, and Susan.
He was a lovely man, and fortunately had some good friends who had helped him with things, and made sure he wasn’t alone too much.
He was taller than me, but then most men are, he had grey hair, showing a hint that it used to be brown, he was carrying a fair bit of weight, but he carried it well, moving without any obvious discomfort.
I knew that he played golf, finding it a gentle way to take exercise, giving him quite strong upper body strength, but also allowing him to network with fellow estate agents and clients.
He seemed to have quite a lot of hair on his body, which showed through at the unbuttoned collar of his shirt from time to time, and I could see it on his forearms when he was wearing short sleeves.
He was cuddly rather than fat, he looked comfortable and I always felt at ease with him, sometimes idly wondering what he might be like in bed, I thought he might be reasonably well equipped, and I was a bit curious about how well that might be.
In some ways, he’d quite interested me, not particularly good looking, he was a bit rubbery in the face had a lovely soft smile
I knew he liked me and found me desirable but he lived much too close to me, and I didn’t want the complications, so I put the attraction to the back of my mind.
Although at the time I had made that decision, I did often idly wonder if I we slept together, how would he perform, at his age, and not being with his wife for almost three years, he’d probably be quick, but good.
I don’t normally have anything like that to do with married men, but I’d never met his wife, she had gone to Australia almost ten thousand miles away before I moved in, and I wasn’t ever likely to meet her in the future.
I’d spent quite some time gaining his confidence, letting him talk about his career, making eye contact with him, with my eyes wide, touching him frequently, particularly on his hands, speaking with a soft low tone, husky, filled with promise, he enjoyed side escort that as well as my company.
He didn’t often put his hands on me, he was a bit nervous, but occasionally squeezed my shoulder, or waist, and now and again touching my hair, the feel of which he found fascinating.
Recently, on a Friday, of what had been a busy week, I had gone to work in the morning with calendar note for an important meeting with a client, but I was really looking forward to finishing early and a quiet weekend with my parents at their home.
One of my assistants, Becky, was joining me in the meeting to help with the presentation of documents and our review of the claim against our client.
Becky had been working with me for over a year, I knew she liked me in a certain way, and I liked her too, so I teased her mercilessly and flirted in a subtle manner, probably only understood by girls, we often discussed intimate desires with each other, both feeling breathlessly excited as we talked.
Some time ago one sultry Saturday morning we were alone working together and had been very successful compiling information for another client, while making coffee, we were so pleased with ourselves we just hugged, it was close and very enjoyable.
I suppose we just moved naturally into it, but we found ourselves unable the let go, and we slowly and gently kissed, she was so soft, her lips were full, and firm, it was one of those long sweet delicious moments.
Our mouths had become dry and our saliva thick, adding to the enjoyment as our lips parted we felt them sticking to each others, heightening our feeling of sensitivity and tenderness.
Becky was older than me, at 25, and taller than me by a few inches, 5′ 5″, to my 5′ 2″, so I bent my head back for her kiss, soft snd full of promise, full on my mouth, it was heavenly, and well worth waiting for.
She gently turned me, and pushed me against the worktop, pressing her body to mine, giving me very gentle pelvic thrusts through our clothes.
Her tongue was soft, sweet and quite long, I thrilled as she explored my mouth, her tip licking my tongue, deeply and expertly, my word, she tasted so good
As it was the weekend we were just wearing casual clothes, I had on a blue soft wool mix skirt, a grey tee shirt, no bra, and white stretch cotton panties, with Becky wearing jeans, a loose cotton top, and underneath a soft sport bra.
She had reached down, putting her hand under my skirt, and slipped her fingers inside the leg of my panties, softly stroking me, and had pulled up my tee shirt, to kiss and suck my breasts.
I pushed my hands down the back of her jeans, feeling the softness of her bottom with my fingers, and the smooth touch of her silk panties against the back of my hands.
We both felt the strong connection between us, and were reluctant to stop, we cuddled and kissed for a while, then with great reluctance let each go of each other, allowing the powerful feelings to subside, it was difficult, but we both knew that at that moment it was the wrong time for us.
Both of us felt that work liaisons were not appropriate at that time so reluctantly we didn’t pursue our feelings, but, all the same it was very hard to resist.
I opened the window of the kitchenette to let the fresh air blow away our natural scent, which was heavy with our passion, and before we left, I closed the window, and sprayed some air freshener.
Becky knew that in truth I had the intention of exploring a physical relationship further with her, knowing that she also desperately wanted us to spend at least one hot, wet and lustful night together.
Now several months later we were working closely together to make sure our client understood the strength of his case against his tenant, and the probability of the complainant withdrawing their claim.
It was a fairly simple meeting, we had prepared documents as a small claims suit, involving our clients refuting their tenants assertion that the landlord was responsible for repair of damage caused to the building they were leasing.
It was a frivolous claim on the part of the tenant, our clients contract with them had the usual dilapidations clause, and as the tenants vehicle had caused the damage to the doorway, clearly they were liable for costs of repair.
The meeting was to advise the clients of the facts and documentation, and to suggest that we submit the case to the solicitors, and let them take it to court.
My father had passed the work my way, it was a profitable referral for me, and the solicitors were a small practice, which was a subsidiary of my dad’s business.
I went through my morning routine, showering, cleaning my teeth, applying body lotion, putting perfume on my pulse points, and selecting my clothes for the day.
The last thing before I went down for breakfast was to take my contraceptive pill, I always made sure I took it each morning, and to remind myself, I keep the box in full view on the shelf above my wash basin.
To siirt escort make an impact I had dressed in my favourite business suit, it was black, with a double vent skirt, and mock buttons on the flat front panel, it had a wide waistband, and was lined with smooth black nylon.
It had a matching black double breasted jacked, the buttons of which lined up with the mock buttons on the skirt, it was very stylish and very sexy.
I had bought it at the boutique on the high street, the owners were two really nice men, and Ollie the main stylist knew just how to dress me, his partner was a skilled tailor and did adjustments so that my clothes fitted me very well.
They had sewn in darts to bring the waist of the skirt in close, improving the fit, and had added black French lace trim to the lining, so that it peeked at the hem, giving the entire garment an attractive individual flair.
The seat of the skirt pulled in tight, curving around my hips, accentuating the round ripeness of my bottom, and pulling the vents straight down the back of my leg as, focusing their shapeliness.
The jacket had been altered to fit me, the bust narrowed in and upwards, the sleeves shortened a little bit, and the waist nipped in slightly.
I had on a black silk blouse, with lace trim at the neck and sleeve cuffs, with two ruffles either side of the body to give the whole ensemble a very feminine appearance, and I felt good wearing it.
I had also put on a black lace half slip, and a pair of stretchy lace bikini briefs style panties, with a matching soft bra, the cups resting against the ruffles of my blouse
I’d finished off with matte black hold up stockings, which had plain double welts, they were 15 denier and so they were quite sheer, highlighting my legs, particularly at the knees and calves.
It was a suit I enjoyed wearing, and often turned heads if I was out of the office, going to lunch in the high street, or to the shops, it made me feel very attractive and a bit flirty.
That morning I had parked my car and walked Ito the office building where my business was located, the block was know locally as ‘swish and tit towers” owing to the fact that it was almost completely occupied and staffed by women led businesses.
I felt good as I walked into the foyer, even though I was more ‘swish” than ‘tit’, I knew my ‘swish’ was more than enough to give a devastatingly seductive impression.
It certainly had the effect I wanted at the meeting, the clients couldn’t take their eyes off me, afterwards my assistant Becky said, “you knew what you were doing when you put that suit on this morning, talk about eyes out on stalks!”
“I know, but you should see what I’ve got on underneath it, they both would have had heart seizures.”
“I think they might have had quit a few quick glimpses, particularly when you bent over in your chair to get the documents out of your briefcase, one of them went very pale.”
“I’m having another one adjusted in the boutique at the moment, it’s cream, and a very similar style, it will look nice with ivory or white lingerie.”
“My god Miche, what are you trying to do, drive half the male population to madness?”
I giggled at the thought, “something like that.”
Leaning close to her, I whispered, “not just the males either,”
Becky blushed, and said, “well you’re very definitely achieving success in both of those aims.”
We were silent for a few moments, as memories of our brief dalliance filled our minds, we exchanged glances and smiles, both knowing that it wouldn’t be long now, before we would consummate our desires.
After that mornings review with our clients, Mary had the catering contractors set up a simple buffet to celebrate the end of a successful meeting.
Though there was a bit of half hearted’ chatting up” from the client’s, particularly the older man, Mary made sure that all propriety’s were observed, and after an hour I left, just after 12:30pm.
I arrived home in the early afternoon, I had set my washing machine on the delicates programme for a timed wash before I left for work that morning, as I was washing my smalls.
I emptied it, and as it was a fine day with a light breeze, I took the clean clothes out to peg on the line, where they fluttered in the breeze like lacy pastel coloured bunting.
Checking the fridge I realised that I was short of butter, and as I needed to get some wine for the weekend with my parents, I thought I’d walk round to the green, then shower and change when I got home.
I took out my hair slides, and brushed out my hair, leaving it smooth a sleek, I decided to wear it down, it was thick and had grown quite a bit, reaching down to the small of my back.
I looked as it fell over my shoulders, it was reverting to its natural soft waves, so I needed to go to the salon to get it straightened, and the ends trimmed.
I considered again, whether to have it cut short, into a soft bob hairstyle, and perhaps have a darker colour, but I thought I’d leave that to discuss with my stylist.
I had on a pair of fairly flat shoes, about a 1” heel, they were comfortable to walk in, so putting in my purse, I picked up my handbag and my tote bag, locked the door and walked around the crescent towards the green.