Saranya - The Sexy Neighbor
Eight months, three weeks, four days and, let’s see, eleven hours. That’s how long it’s been since my husband and me had sex. I remember because it was my 53rd birthday. I wouldn’t say since we made love; we haven’t done that in years. We’ve never really had much of a sex life, not since my daughter Suzie was born, and she’s 27 now. We don’t really do much together at all anymore. If it weren’t for me cooking his meals and washing his clothes, I’m not sure Don would even notice me. Sometimes I think the only reason we stay together is that we can’t be bothered with the effort and expense of getting divorced. Her name’s Saranya. she not a bad looking woman for her age. she small, five-feet-three inch with a smooth round face, twinkling eyes, plump, sensuous lips and a dimple in my chin. She has got big knockers too . My room and neighbor ‘s bedroom was just the opposite. I had seen her in nighty many times. I used to catch her closely by binoculars one she saw me and pretended to yawn, stretching her arms above her head, making her boobs ride up under my nightie. Suddenly she skittered backwards from the window so fast .Next day She was there I think she was teasing me . Then, taking a deep breath, she reached down to the hem of her nightie and pulled it over my head, leaving her standing naked. Her big boobs would be clearly visible to me. She put her hands under her tits and lifted them up, as if weighing them. Then she let one fall back and, still holding the other up, began to play with big nipple, making it stiffen. After a few minutes she stepped back giggling like a naughty schoolgirl. Over the next few mornings she repeated the show. Just after lunchtime on one particularly hot day, she was struggling back to the house with several bags of shopping. I put them down outside my front gate, to wipe sweat out of her eyes and find key..she saw me and said , “Oh hello, Shailu isn’t it? You couldn’t do me a favor, could you love, and help me inside with these bags?” I gave a nervous smile and hefted up the bags and carried them to front door, then through to the kitchen where I placed them on a counter. As I was turning to go she said, “Thank you love. Oh, you look as hot as me now, would you like a cool drink? I’ve got Coke in the fridge, or I was just about to do myself a nice cup of tea.” I shook my head and mumbled something, backing towards the door. she gently took my arm in her hand. “Come on Shailu, I owe you something for getting those bags in for me. Anyway, I could do with a bit of company, on my own in here all day. You weren’t going anywhere important were you?” Looking at her I muttered, “Er no, just the library.” she pulled out a chair for me and I obediently sat in silence. She poured us both tea and sat across the table from me. I was uncomfortable in her presence. There was silence I think she was as tense as me . I could feel my heart pounding. The first part of my fantasy had actually happened – I was sitting in her house. Clearing her throat, she said as casually as she could, “I’ve seen you watching me, You know.” My head snapped up and I looked at her with panic-stricken eyes. I stuttered, “I…I don’t know what you mean.”she smiled, trying to look much calmer than she was feeling. “In the mornings. In my bedroom. Do you like my breasts?” I looked at her in panic. She saw me swallow once, twice, then in a strangled voice I mumbled, “I’m sorry, I…” Then I hung my head and stared at my hands again. She told me. “That’s all right, I’m not angry. It’s quite flattering actually, to have a handsome young man like you looking at me in that way.” She reached a hand across the table and placed it on me; I flinched. As gently as she could, she said, “Shailu…have you ever had a girlfriend?” I shook my head and gave a loud, self-pitying sniff. Still with her hand cupped over me, she asked, “Do you play with yourself when you’re watching me?” I didn’t answer, Squeezing my hand lightly, she said, “Would you like to play with me?” she continued, “You’ve seen my tits; would you like to actually touch them?” My jaw dropped and, wiping my face with the back of a hand, I stared at her in disbelief that I had really heard what she just said. she smiled reassuringly, and almost whispered, “You can if you want to. I don’t mind; in fact I’d like it.” I continued to stare at her. she stood and slowly walked around the table and squatted beside me. she reached out and took my hand, pulled it towards her and placed it lightly on her boob. I gently squeezed her. she was surprised to feel her nipple start to stiffen. I turned sideways on my chair to face her, and cupped my spare hand around her other boob, squeezing that too. Still acting more on instinct than conscious thought, She stood and took one of my hands in her. Feeling suddenly light-headed, she heard myself say, “Come on, let’s go upstairs, we’ll be more comfortable there.” I don’t know which of us was more nervous as she led me up the stairs to her bedroom. I still looked petrified as she sat me on the bed and closed the curtains over the window. she sat beside me. Again, instinct seemed to take over. she undid her blouse, button by button, then held it out at arm’s length between finger and thumb and dropped it, as if I was performing a striptease. Then she reached back and unclipped her bra. I gasped as her big white boobies dropped down, the nipples stiff. I tentatively reached out a hand and cupped it under one of my breasts, rolling the nipple between my finger and thumb, as if in wonderment. I dipped my head down and sucked it into my mouth, my lips massaging the breast while my tongue drew circles around my nipple. she sighed at that, cupped a hand behind my head, closed her eyes and murmured, “Good Shailu, that’s lovely.