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The mature lady goes to welcome the new neighbours…
An experiment in formatting and presentation. I’d be interested to see how that went, hence comments are open — no voting.
Thanks to falkor207 for the beta — any errors which remain in the text are entirely my own laziness, incompetence, and fuck-ups. I hope they don’t detract from whatever pleasure the scene might afford.
Scope to continue this — we’ll see.
Thanks for reading.
GA — Dorking, Surrey, UK — 14th October 21
***
Annabel watched from the bedroom window.
They went back-and-forth: van to the house, house to the van. Two men unloading furniture.
New neighbours were moving in.
She stood there for fifteen minutes, saw the wooden headboard make the journey; a mattress; a huge TV; cardboard boxes…
Then she caught sight of the couple: a petite twenty-something girl with long dark hair in a bootlace top and brief denim cut-offs, the boy well over six feet and wide across the shoulders.
He caught Annabel’s attention immediately.
“Mm, delicious,” she purred.
***
Annabel left it until Saturday afternoon. Two full days. Time for the dust to settle.
Then, in a red, button-up sweater and a pair of faded jeans, straight, blonde bobbed hair glossy, make-up subtle, she left her house with a Waitrose carrier-bag. One of the ‘for life’ kind. Less plastic.
Greta would be pleased…
The dark-haired twenty-something girl answered the door.
“Hope it’s not a bad time,” Annabel said. “I’m your neighbour.”
She pointed to the appropriate side and then held up the bag.
“Just a little welcome,” Annabel added.
The girl stared for three or four seconds, blank-faced, caught by surprise.
“Oh, shit,” she blurted. “Sorry … I mean hello … And thanks.”
The girl took the bag, smiling at Annabel.
“Cate,” she said.
“Annabel,” Annabel put in. “I hope wine’s all right? I never know these days. Everyone’s vegan or doesn’t drink … Sometimes it can be a bit of a struggle. Girls don’t want to be girls; boys don’t want to be boys…”
She smiled and shrugged.
“Anyway…”
Cate looked into the bag.
“Uh-huh, no problem here,” she said. “I’m grateful for wine … And I’m a girl. And happy that way…”
A pause before Cate glanced over one shoulder.
Then she looked at Annabel.
“Uhm, you wanna come in?”
“I don’t want to intrude,” Annabel said.
But I wouldn’t mind getting a closer look at your husband…
Annabel threw a look to Cate’s left hand. No rings.
Or whatever he is … Boyfriend … Partner … Brother…?
“Oh, well, we’re still putting stuff away,” Cate said.
She shrugged and smiled and hefted the bag.
“But I wouldn’t mind a break from boxes. And I’d love a glass of wine. I expect Gary wouldn’t say no to a beer.”
Gary … All right. Let’s go and meet Gary…
Annabel followed Cate into the house.
They went past a jumble of empty boxes and crumpled newspaper lining the long hallway. It was the same in the living room when Annabel glanced in on the way past. The kitchen was in some disarray, but functional, the standard appliances on the various counters, a couple of cupboard doors open showing glasses and cups.
“He’s in the garden,” Cate said. “I’ll just go and fetch him.”
Mm, do that, poppet…
“Is Gary your husband?”
Cate paused and looked at Annabel.
“Fiancé,” she said.
“I didn’t see a ring,” Annabel said.
Cate shrugged and grinned.
“Oh, I’ve got one. But I don’t want to lose it. All this packing and unpacking.”
“Wise,” Annabel said.
Cate threw a thumb over one shoulder.
“I’ll just call Gary. You could open the wine if you like. There’s an opener in one of the drawers.”
Cate grinned and pulled a face.
“Just don’t ask me which one,” she finished.
Annabel asked: “Beer in the fridge?”
“Please,” Cate replied.
Annabel looked for the opener. She rummaged, found the corkscrew, and opened the bottle.
“Glasses,” she muttered.
Annabel was sipping wine when Cate returned.
“Found him,” Cate said. “Wine! Oh, goody,” she added. “Ooh, posh. A cork, not a screwcap. I think I’m going to like living next door to you.”
From there, after introductions and handshakes, which Annabel escalated to air kisses against Gary’s cheeks — one on each side, her fingers on his biceps — they went into the living room.
“Got the TV up,” Annabel said. “I saw it go in,” she added. “The other day. Off the van. When you moved in. I couldn’t help have a nosey.”
Cate chuckled and rolled her eyes.
“Gary’s first priority,” she said.
“Sport,” Gary put in. “Rugby,” he said.
Annabel’s eyes moved over Gary, a flutter between her legs as she soaked up the masculine detail of a good-looking man.
Gorgeous … Lovely blue eyes … Those shoulders…
She asked: “You play yourself?”
Gary nodded.
“Lock,” casino siteleri he said. “Number five.”
It didn’t mean a thing to Annabel. It was just burly men in shorts to her.
Don’t need to know the rules. Just let me perv at your lovely bod…
Conversation followed. Potted histories.
Cate grew up in Surrey, met Gary, from Brighton, at university in Bristol. Cate was into web design while Gary spent extended periods away as a research engineer in the energy industry.
“I’m twenty-five,” Cate said. “He’s a year younger. Toy boy,” she giggled.
Annabel gave a polite version of her life: married twice, not a fan; two grown-up children — one in Australia, the other in London. No mention of sex. Annabel kept her needs and perversions to herself.
“I was a teacher,” Annabel said. “Head teacher in fact. Before I gave it up and moved out here.”
“You don’t look old enough to be retired,” Cate said.
She was on the blue two-seater sofa while Annabel and Gary shared the three-seat. Cate was wearing a yellow dress, the colour complementing her summer tan, green eyes sparkling as she sipped her wine.
“I’m forty-nine,” Annabel said. “But my second former husband’s a banker. And we’re still very friendly. He’s been a wonderful guide to the stock market … I dabble,” she finished.
“Got any tips?”
Annabel looked at Gary after he said it, her focus moving over the front of his faded jeans, pussy flooding with heat as she imagined his flat, taut tummy under a blue tee-shirt.
“Mm, I could be persuaded,” Annabel said.
It came out flirty in tone, a flash of realisation showing in Gary’s face.
Annabel saw it the look, Gary’s glance going to Cate.
Cate chuckled and rolled her eyes.
“Watch out, Gary,” she said. “I think Annabel’s a fan.”
Annabel analysed Cate’s demeanour immediately.
“Oh, sorry, I’m flirting,” Annabel said.
She chuckled and offered Cate a wry, apologetic grin.
“It’s a weakness,” she added. “Tall, good-looking men. Fair hair … Blue eyes … Should I go on?”
Annabel shrugged and threw Gary an exaggerated, vixen look.
“Sorry, Gary,” she said. “Take no notice. Ladies of a certain age,” she finished.
“No need to apologise, Annabel,” Cate put in. “Not to me,” she said. “I happen to agree with you.”
Cate shrugged and grinned.
“My fiancé’s hot. You’re not the first to notice.”
“Ah, come on,” Gary said.
He swigged beer from the can and showed Cate and Annabel a wide, self-deprecating yet slightly pleased grin.
“I’ll get a big head if you keep talking around me like that,” he added.
Annabel’s focus went to Cate when Cate snorted a laugh.
Cate grinned.
She said: “Which head?”
Annabel saw Gary’s nervous glance when he looked at her.
“Cate,” he cautioned. “We’ve got a guest.”
“I don’t think Annabel minds,” Cate put in. “She seems to approve of you, Gary.”
Gary pouted, doubt in his face.
“Yeah, but…”
“You’re a big bloke,” Cate said. “Stands to reason you’re gonna be big all over.”
She giggled and crinkled her nose at Annabel, a gesture of female solidarity, a sign she was just teasing Gary.
Sexual tension wound tight inside Annabel. Her pussy twitched as she felt her nipples tighten into what she knew were elongated teats of excited flesh. Warmth suffused her vulva, the glow radiating out from her opening, clit pulsing.
Big all over? God, what I wouldn’t give to see him all bare…
“Oh, I’m very broad-minded,” Annabel said.
She could hear the croak in her own voice.
“I doubt you could shock me,” Annabel breathed.
Silence followed for a few seconds.
Then Cate sipped wine and shifted in her seat.
She asked: “No man in your life, Annabel?”
Cate’s eyebrows were twin arches of inquiry.
Annabel pouted and shrugged.
“Nobody serious. I see my second former husband from time-to-time. Like I said, we’re still very friendly.”
Cate nodded.
“Interesting outlook,” she said.
“I’m forty-nine,” Annabel said. “But my … uhm … appetite’s undiminished if you know what I mean.”
She said it and threw a glance at Gary, pausing through a quick smirk before she set her attention on Cate.
“Andrew’s a known quantity,” Annabel added. “Sex is easy and comfortable. No awkwardness.”
She paused and examined the glass.
“God, this wine is making me babble,” Annabel said. “We’ve only just met and here I am spouting on about sex.”
It was a tense moment for Annabel as she watched for Cate’s reaction.
“Mm, well, you just click with some people,” Cate said. “Comfortable — you know?”
She gave a half-shrug and looked at Gary.
“It’s great that you’re so easy with us,” Cate went on. “Good neighbours are important … Isn’t that right, babe?”
Gary drained off the beer, nodding afterwards.
“Uh-huh,” he said. “More wine, Annabel?”
“Mm, I probably shouldn’t,” Annabel said.
It güvenilir casino was an effort of will to decline. She was happy to drink wine and look at Gary for as long as it lasted.
Gary’s brow furrowed.
“It’s Sunday tomorrow,” he said.
It was tempting, but Annabel didn’t want to get too deep in the bottle. Her body was thrumming, arousal a furnace between her thighs. She needed sexual release and was keen to rush back to her suction-cup dildo.
“Wouldn’t want a thick head,” Annabel managed. “And thank you for the offer but I think I’ve taken up too much of your time already. You’ve got so much to do…”
“All right, but feel free to come over again,” Cate put in.
She was on her feet, smiling at Annabel.
A minute later, after more air-kisses at Gary’s cheeks, plus a quick press of a palm against his stomach — hard and tight — Cate and Annabel were at the front door.
“Thanks for the wine,” Cate said.
“Oh, my pleasure,” Annabel grinned.
“You’re really forty-nine?”
Puzzled, Annabel nodded.
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
“Mm, well, you’ve got a fantastic figure,” Cate said. “And I caught Gary looking at your boobs a couple of times.”
Annabel blurted an apology.
Cate shook her head, grinning.
“Oh, it’s not a problem at all,” she said.
Cate rested a hand on Annabel’s forearm, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she said. “But, well, I know Gary likes older ladies with big boobs. Something to do with his first time.”
Cate’s grin widened.
“Especially blondes,” she added. “If you’d left a couple of those buttons loose…”
Cate chuckled, rolled her eyes, and offered Annabel an encouraging, clandestine look.
“The way you two were flirting,” she said. “It could’ve gotten very interesting.”
“Oh my God, Cate,” Annabel gasped.
It was genuine surprise as delight flashed bright and hot.
“That’s your fiancé!”
Cate shrugged and pulled a face.
“A bit of flirting’s okay,” she said. “I don’t mind him looking at you … I don’t mind you looking at him…”
The atmosphere thickened around Annabel as she listened to Cate say it, a ripple of something dark and illicit running along Annabel’s spine.
“He’s bloody lovely,” Annabel said.
“So are you,” Cate replied.
The thrilling sense of something new worked on Annabel as she and Cate stared at each other, time stretching elastic.
“You’re exquisite,” Annabel murmured.
She heard herself say it, not sure the words had really come out.
“You want to swap numbers? For if there’s ever an emergency or something,” Cate said.
“Oh, yes, all right,” Annabel nodded.
“I’ll just get my phone,” Cate said.
Annabel sucked in air when Cate left.
“Good God,” she sighed. “This pair are gorgeous.”
Cate returned.
Annabel recited her number. Cate tapped it in, smirking as she pressed the button to send a text.
“Okay, reply when you get home,” Cate said. “You on WhatsApp or anything?”
She smiled when Annabel nodded.
“Again, thanks for coming round,” Cate put in.
They hugged.
Then Annabel was on her way home, excitement fluttering in the pit of her stomach.
She let herself in, grabbed her mobile from the kitchen counter where she’d left it charging. She scrolled and pinched at the screen, logging Cate’s number, fingers busy as she sent a WhatsApp.
Annabel’s phone pinged less than a minute later.
She read:
thx 4 d wine. gary says he Luvs yor big boobs! shh :X
A winking emoji followed.
Annabel frowned at the text-speak.
She chuckled, delighted after a little research on Google.
“Oh, shush, secret,” Annabel said. “God, what a minx,” she added.
Annabel thought about it for half-a-minute, changing her mind at least four times.
Easy does it … Don’t scare her off…
As she typed, Annabel said it aloud.
“Top … two … buttons … loose …next time.”
She sealed it with an exclamation mark and then giggled in a way she hadn’t for at least thirty years.
Annabel waited, excited and eager, wondering what Cate would say next.
Exhilaration swirled, the game a thrill.
hs eyes wud pop out!
Annabel’s phone pinged again almost immediately.
& Hs ==8!
Annabel snorted frustration.
“What the heck does that mean?”
Then Annabel looked at Google again, a scandalised, delighted laugh blurting free.
“Oh my God! ‘And his cock!'”
Downplaying the rush of arousal, Annabel took several deep breaths.
She typed:
Don’t tease me…
A long pause followed.
A minute.
Then two.
With repeated glances at her phone, anxiety squeezing her guts for fear Cate had interpreted the message as a rebuke, Annabel went to the fridge.
She grabbed the bottle, pouring white wine before taking a hefty swig.
Her mobile pinged.
“Oh fuck,” Annabel gasped.
Her canlı casino eyes went wide as her insides fluttered.
swap a boob pic for a dick pic
The emoji showed the question mark.
I feel like a silly girl … But it’s fun!
She backed it up with a smiley emoji.
yS it iz!
Are you serious? You want to swap photos?
4 suR. snd boob pics
A huge aching void yawned deeper than the pit of Annabel’s stomach. It was arousal and fear, dark urges working while her hands trembled.
“I haven’t been this fucking turned on in years,” Annabel sighed. “You can’t,” she added. “it’s so juvenile … Dangerous…”
It’s not exactly hardcore porn, you silly cow. Just your boobs.
Annabel poured more wine into the suddenly – where the fuck did that go? – glass.
She swigged it off in three heavy gulps.
Then filled the glass again.
Annabel sighed as she fiddled with her phone, indecision gnawing.
“All right, fuck it,” she said.
Her fingers went to the buttons. Annabel loosened two, thought about it, and then undid a third.
She snapped off a quick run of selfies, mindful to keep her chin thrust up.
Tits are enough … Don’t show your face…
“Just in case,” Annabel muttered.
She felt the fire burn in her cheeks when she looked at the photos. Annabel deleted all but one, phone back on the counter as she loosened the rest of the buttons.
Annabel sighed.
She paused.
Said: “God, what the fucking hell am I doing…?”
Then snapped several more photos, finally scooping her breasts from her bra.
The heat in Annabel’s cheeks flared hotter as the mobile made the shutter-snapping sound effect.
In a rush, she chose half-a-dozen images, breath coming in short bursts as she set the photos free, panic rising within once she realised her breasts were in the ether.
Fuck! What have I done!
Less than a minute later, Annabel let out a sigh, eyes huge, pussy twitching, her focus on an image of Cate’s green eyes staring out from Annabel’s phone, lips around the girth of a sizeable cock.
“God, fucking hell,” Annabel groaned.
Moments later, Annabel was on her way to her bedroom, glass in one hand, mobile phone in the other, swaying breasts cantilevered over her bra.
She hit the bedroom like a storm, gasping as she put the glass down and then dumped her mobile onto the bed.
Annabel muttered curses, fingers fumbling with the button on her jeans, the zip recalcitrant.
“Get … Fucking … Down,” Annabel snarled.
She was talking to her jeans, shoving them down over her hips.
Urgent and desperate, Annabel managed to fight her way free of the jeans, underwear tossed aside before she went to the small, three-tier set of drawers next to the bed.
She moaned with need when she pulled the suction-cup dildo out of the drawer, settling onto the bed, pillows propped under her shoulders, thighs wide while she rubbed her clit.
Annabel groaned, a finger working into her opening.
“Mm-hmm, there you are, darling,” she crooned.
She sucked the moulded latex dome, fingers busy at her vulva, flesh slippery and slick with arousal.
Gary’s big cock in my mouth…
Annabel yelped when her mobile pinged.
“Fuck,” she said.
U k?
The phone pinged again.
do U lIk d Foto
There were three question mark emojis at the end of the message.
Annabel sucked in air, one hand moving down at her sex while she typed single-handed.
I love it … It’s a surprise but so sexy.
The mobile pinged almost immediately.
thawt we had ^set U. U did not rply
Distracted by the sensations surging within, Annabel could hardly manage to type.
Not upset. V. impressed! You’re a lucky girl!
Annabel’s clit was a slippery bean. She gasped and squirmed as she rubbed at it.
Her phone pinged again.
“Jesus, fuck,” Annabel said.
i rly liked U az s%n az i saw U. i knew U wud b sexC
Groaning through the frustration of constant interruption, yet too curious to ignore the pinging, Annabel fired off a message.
She wrote:
I’m touching myself.
Then dropped the mobile to the bed, her fingers finding the dildo.
Her phone pinged as Annabel splayed her labia and felt the moulded bulb push at her body. She breathed out a moan, thrilled to feel the physical resistance give way, half the length sliding in, the wonderful rush of joy surging through Annabel at the size of the thing filling her body.
With the dildo in up to its cutaway balls, Annabel grabbed her phone.
slutty btch . i wnt 2 c U wanking
“I want to see you getting fucked by your husband,” Annabel groaned.
If you come over now, you can. Both of you. I’ve had sex in front of people before. Can I watch you two fuck?
cum bak 2 ours. nw
A series of emojis followed on. Three shocked faces with the fourth and final character showing a love heart and kiss.
Excitement exploded inside Annabel when she read it, the shock of it like a physical blow.
/God, you’ve only known them five minutes…!
She groaned and read the message again, the dildo slipping free when Annabel pulled it from her body.
“Jesus,” Annabel growled.
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