Denise and Eileen Neighbours Extraordinaire pt 1
Denise never thought the stethoscope from her medical bag would come in handy at home, but here she was in the bedroom of her new flat listening to her neighbour, or rather neighbours plural.
She could clearly hear the spanks being administered, but the counting was muffled, perhaps it was a male voice, but was the male administering the spanking or receiving it. Had she been in that position it would have definitely been the male receiving the punishment, although she mused she had preferred, in the dim and distant past, to use a nice firm spanking as a reward.
Only when the counting faltered and instead of hearing a count of ten she heard a distinct cry of pain did she finally decide the recipient was male. Next up a raised female voice informed the recipient that the punishment would start again then demanding that he beg to be punished once more. The count of one followed the next slap and Donna felt a surge of blood in her cunt, but struggled to both keep the stethoscope against the wall and lift the hem of her skirt, push her knickers to one side and begin frantically rubbing her clit hood until her lips began to part and her cunt juice began to flow onto her fingers.
She was loathe to stop listening but since her accident found it difficult to stand without support either from holding onto something or her damned walking stick, but leaning her left shoulder against the wall she was able to continue wanking her clit until her orgasm began to rise at which point she could listen no more and almost collapsed onto her bed, her orgasm wracking her body as she gasped and groaned until she came and then was shocked when another mini orgasm made her leg shake and her toes curl then stretch as she fought for breath.
Anyway, she planned on meeting her neighbour soon, but didn't know that Eileen was also fond of dominating her boyfriend but didn't have any experience to talk of. Denise didn't know it then but all that would soon change.
Denise wasn't short of regular sex, not since she had ditched her useless husband, but the accident meant that sexual positions were rather limited.
Denise wasn't a doctor but neither was she a nurse, she was a Nurse Practitioner, hence the stethoscope, but on the day she had gone to her solicitors office in order to complete the paperwork on her new house purchase she had walked outside, well pleased with herself and promptly slipped on the four marble steps down to the street and took a tumble, arse over apex. An hour later and in absolute agony, the hospital doctor informed her she had cracked her left hip and chipped her femur. Had she had a bit more meat on her legs and arse she might have bounced but the slim forty-something had come off worse in the marble v blonde contest.
Two weeks later she had persuaded her young-man-with-a-van that she was ready to move house, but that her participation in the lifting and carrying stakes to the first floor apartment would be severely curtailed. He had managed to rope in his pal at minimal expense and the move went as well as could be expected and even though she hadn't actually lifted anything she was exhausted. Her mover, Daniel, was in his early twenties, fit but not buff, clean shaven with shortish fair hair and by six that evening was glistening with sweat. He waved his friend off, happy with his twenty in hand and having locked the van went back up the wide granite steps to conclude the business with Denise.
Daniel was fascinated by her the first time they'd met, which was a reccy to have a look at the whereto and wherefrom. Slim and with shoulder length fair hair it was her voice which seemed to entrance him. She didn't have a high pitched girly voice, but it certainly wasn't masculine which she had been regularly teased about all of her life, and which, in her younger days had hurt her. She'd even been accused, if accused was the right word, of being a man, a transvestite and/or a transsexual. But she was none of these, she was a woman, a real woman, although she wasn't adverse to rather irregular sex with another woman.
When Daniel arrived back in the first floor apartment, boxes strewn hither and thither, only the bed was in the bedroom, the fridge freezer in the kitchen and plugged in, cool bags unpacked, and the L shaped sofa in the living room, although still to be fitted together and dressed with the cushions.
Donna needed a drink, a refreshing drink more than anything and was glad she had put the bottle of Italian rosé in the freezer on arrival. She offered him a drink then regretted doing so, sensing he might want to be paid and zoot off to his girlfriend. Daniel was driving but said he'd love a drink, The compromise was a rosé spritzer which turned out to be an excellent compromise: ice cold wine topped up with soda water.
They clinked glasses and took a sip, a well earned sip. She still had the wine in her mouth when she realised she needed to pay him and hurried off to locate her purse, and the business was concluded.
"You hungry Daniel?" she asked.
"A little."
"Not sure what I have or what I have to cook it in." she laughed and limped off to the kitchen.
The packet of fish fingers, brioche buns, mayo and linghams chili sauce, her favourite and a frying pan to cook them in were, all in all, better than nowt but only just.
They took just minutes to cook and prepare and she took the shared plate back into the living room and she found him sat on the floor, back against one half of the sofa looking out of the bay window.
She sat on her ottoman box in the bay window and proffered the plate of sandwiches to him.
He took one and he took a bite, as did she. They chewed in silence Denise looking out of the window over the grass opposite, the burn at the foot of the hill and then onto a single storey supermarket. The latter spoiled the overall view, but she loved the fact she wasn't overlooked and unless someone over the far side of the valley had a very powerful telescope she would be able walk around naked without being perved upon.
"Hell of a view!" he enthused.
"Yes, yes it is." She turned her head towards him and away from the window, but he wasn't looking over there.
"I didn't mean that, although it is nice." he said, looking down at her feet.
There was an awkward silence of maybe three seconds before Denise stood and put the remnants of her sandwich back on the plate, and the plate on the window sill.
"What did you mean then?"
"I meant you."
"Do you know how old I am?"
"No, I mean..."
"Good!" She cut him short with a laugh, and moved towards him, leaning over and kissing him full on the mouth as she steadied herself on the back of the sofa. She broke the kiss and stood up.
