Autumn was already upon us and daylight saving was due to end, and Easter was only weeks away. The year was passing way to quickly, but the unexpected delights of starting a sexual dalliance with the woman next door was certainly a highlight, to say the least. However, it had been quite a few weeks since our last meeting, which, like I said previously, was not all that unusual given our respective busy lives, but the impending school holidays would make the ache t be with her again, even more pronounced.
It was a gloomy Friday in Sydney and I was finalising the invoicing of clients for the past week, when out of blue, the door bell rang. I was slightly annoyed, thinking it was probably a hawker of some description. To my extreme delight, it was Michelle and she seemed a bit anxious.
"Hi, Ray." She said, standing at my door looking radiant in a knee length white skirt and snug fitting pink blouse. "I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time, but I need to speak to you."
"Not at all," I said opening the fly-screen security door and motioning for her to enter. I kissed her on the cheek as she passed, but she seemed keen to get inside.
"I am certainly pleased to see you. I hope the subject matter is not as bad as the look on your face seems to indicate."
"Oh, no." She said, looking meekly at the floor then back up at me. "Yes..... It's just....., well, remember the last time we........" She trailed off.
"How could I forget!" I said excitedly, feeling rather proud of the orgasms I had given her.
"Yes, I cannot get the shower out of my mind either. But what did you do to me? I......... I mean," she was searching for the right words. "I have never had anything like that happen to me before. I have even tried since to produce that effect on my own and can't even get close. I have never even had that happen with my husband, even though I come regularly when making love."
"What do you mean?" I asked, placing my hands on her shoulders.
'You know? I was urinating," I could see Michelle was trying to pick her words, trying to navigate her way orally through what was obviously a difficult subject, "Peeing, for want of a better way to say it. You know, the fluid that came out of me when you made me climax in the shower. I was peeing and climaxing at the same time, wasn't I? It has been worrying me......." She trailed off, her eyes cast downward.
"Michelle," I said, lifting her chin with my right hand, "It's okay. Really, it's a natural thing to have happen, though not every woman......"
"No, its not!" she replied sternly, interrupting.
"It is a natural thing to have happen when your G-spot is stimulated and you climax." I took her hands in mine and kissed them, trying to make her relax.
"It is much like a guy when he climaxes, although obviously without the sperm." I laughed nervously to cover my own feeling awkwardness explaining such a topic while standing in my hallway with my next door neighbour, despite the fact that we had recently embarked on an erotic sexual adventure together.
"You seem to know a lot about it?" she said in a questioning and surprised way.
"How about I make us a warm cup of tea, and I can show you what it's all about?" Seeing her sudden look of astonishment, I added, "On the internet, I mean."
"Tea would be wonderful, thank you. But how can you show me? I mean, I am not really interested in porn." She smiled, putting a caring hand on my arm.
"Nothing like that. Well, not straight away." My sly smile was greeted with a playful slap.
I took her by the hand and offered her the front position to go up stairs toward my office. As we ascended I watched the sway of her hips through her white skirt and could not resist temptation. I cheekily ran my hand up her inner thigh under her skirt. Instinctively she pulled away and pushed her hand behind to stop my progress.
"Oh no you don't, you naughty man. That is off limits today, sorry. Not a good time, if you know what I mean."
I told her I did not care but she was adamant. I was not convinced but thought better of arguing the point. We continued upward.
She sat on the red leather office chair I had recently purchased from Office-works while I typed and googled sites relating to female ejaculation.
"Nice chair. " she said putting her hands on the arms and swirling around like a child at play.
"There! That should keep you occupied for a bit while I go and make the tea. Would you like something to eat with it?"
"Hmmm," she had begun reading and had not fully heard my question.
"What. Oh, no. I am fine thank you." She turned her attention back to the screen and the web site which had opened. I stood at the door watching her. I could not believe my luck to have had sex with this gorgeous person. I smiled, deep in thought, as she scrolled down the page to a drawn, labelled graphic of a vagina which was followed by an actual close up picture of a woman's parts. I could tell see was engrossed, so I left her to it.
Arriving back upstairs, my hands full with cups and a small plate of cup cakes, I thought my eyes and ears were deceiving me. Michele was frantically trying to mute the sound but only achieved in increasing the volume. I laughed and hastened to her side and quickly hit the mute button.
"Not used to Macs I see." I laughed.
"No." She replied, just as quickly hitting the back button, which only served to take her back to the start of the video that had been playing as I entered.
"I followed a link and got this." She gestured to the screen, her cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment.
The screen was full of a naked woman with huge breasts, lying naked on a bed with a vibrator stuff deep inside her. From what I had seen, she had masturbated herself to a huge gushing orgasm. She had not only convulsed wildly on the bed as she came, but the jet of fluid squirted high, wide and handsome right onto the lens of the camera. I accidentally on purpose hit the space bar which made the video start again as I placed the cup in front of my transfixed guest.
Thankfully the video only went for a one and a half minutes, but the edition was enough to get my rod standing in my jeans.
"Oh my god." Michelle expressed her dismay at the replayed scene. "Did I do something like that?"
"Yep." I said candidly, "You squirted just like that. Maybe not as much nor as far, but like that."
"Look at the way she is breathing." Michelle was a bit breathless herself, possibly from the visual stimulation as well reliving the time of her own first squirting orgasm.
