Hi folks. I'm Bill, I'm 40 years old and this sort of thing doesn't normally happen to me. Honestly. I wish it did though!
My neighbours, Jack and Betsy, are a lovely couple. He's probably my age, but he's landed himself a much younger wife. 2 kids down the road and she still looks as hot as anything. Maybe it's the slim figure and large boobs? Probably.
Anyway, Betsy is strictly off limits no matter how hot she looks. I wouldn't do that to a mate, and Jack is a good pal. We play golf together and he's just lovely.
Betsy has a sister though. Briony is 22, about 5'6", very slim, with black hair and dark eyes. Like her sister, she's pretty well endowed up top. Can you tell, I'm a boobs man?! I'd put her in the 32 D category if I'm honest.
Lately Briony has been spending quite a lot of time at Jack and Betsy's house. She has split up with a long term partner and is struggling a bit financially, so my neighbours allow her to use their house when she needs it.
I wouldn't categorise her as smoking hot, but she's pretty and has a great body. You certainly wouldn't say no.
Anyhow, let's get to the bit I want to tell you about. It happened this morning. Jack and Betsy, and the kids had all left for the day, when I saw Briony's car pull up outside. She has a key, so she hopped out and got her things. She was wearing smart figure hugging trousers that made her arse look exquisite. On top she was wearing a skin tight, slightly stretchy, black work blouse. I could see from the kitchen window that she must be braless as her boobs were swaying nicely. I was impressed, though, at how firm and pert she looked. Her tits definitely had a good shape to them and only a slight hint of sag.
I was instantly aroused and decided I needed a closer look. I honestly don't know what got into me. Honestly. Oh ok I'm a pervert!
I remembered the postman had delivered a parcel for Jack and Betsy to us because they were out, so I grabbed it from the side and went next door with it. I rang the doorbell, a little nervous.
Briony answered the door almost immediately. She looked even more delicious close up. I could just about make out her nipples poking through the fabric of her top, along with the outlines of her areola.
"Oh hey Bill," she said smiling broadly. "Lovely to see you. Are you ok?"
"Yes thanks Bri. I saw you pull up and thought I'd drop round this parcel for Jack. Saves me forgetting it later."
"Good idea, Bill. I'll pop it here so he'll see it later."
She took the parcel from me, and in doing so her hand brushed mine. I'm pretty sure it was an accident, but it felt like a bolt of electricity shot through me at her touch.
"Bill, could you do me a favour," she continued. "Do you mind just stepping inside for a bit. I need someone to talk to. I mean, if you're busy..."
"No I'm not too busy for you, Bri," I interrupted. "Of course I'll listen. Whatever you need."
"Thanks Bill. Come on in."
She led the way. The houses on our street are town houses and the main lounge is on the middle floor. I followed Briony up the stairs, and got a lovely view of her bottom.
We went into the lounge and she plopped herself on the sofa, patting the seat next to her to indicate I should sit there rather than on the other sofa. I obliged. The sofa was on the small side really, so that when we sat facing each other our legs touched slightly. I had another jolt of electricity moment. She didn't move her leg and I wasn't about to move mine, so we sat that way. I had no idea what her intentions were, but I wasn't complaining.
Being a bit closer to her I took the opportunity to ogle her lovely chest a bit. I'm sure she caught me too, but she just smiled when our eyes met briefly.
She sat there looking very nervous for a little while, and then suddenly blurted out "Fuck it, Bill. I don't know how else to say this. Do you like my body? Please be honest. It's ok if you don't. Really."
"Oh shit, Bri," I replied. "Is that what this is about? Hell, yes. I like your body. You look amazing."
She started to cry a little. I scooted next to her and put my arm around her. She leaned in and sobbed a little. I let her cry, enjoying the feel of her young body next to mine.
Eventually she composed herself again and fished a tissue out of the box I offered her. She dabbed her eyes and blew her nose as I continued to rub her arm and leg: that's where my hands naturally were to comfort her.
"Thanks Bill. You must think I'm nuts. I just need to get this out of my system." I kept quiet and allowed her to continue at her pace. "You know I broke up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago. He treated me like shit towards the end. I had to leave him. Then last night, after work, I hooked up with a guy I met in a bar. I was after easy sex with no attachments."
"This hunky chap plied me with drinks and seduced me. He was all nice and friendly and had a ripped body. The trouble started when I got back to his house. God, I'm so naive. Suddenly he wasn't nice anymore. He was rough with me and started calling me an ugly slut. I don't suppose you can classify it as rape, because I consented to sex, but it felt like he was raping me by the end. There was no pleasure in it for me, and he kept telling me I was ugly and a whore."
"Eventually I plucked up the courage to leave and quickly threw on as many of my clothes as I could find and walked out. I made my way back to the car and slept in it as I wasn't sober enough to drive yet."
"By the morning I just wanted somewhere safe to have a shower and so on, and my crappy flat doesn't feel safe really. So I came here to get sorted out and calm myself down. And then you came round and I've embarrassed myself. I'm really sorry. And you probably think I'm an ugly whore too, sitting here without underwear on and no makeup. And I probably stink of that bastard's sperm too. I'm sorry Bill."
"Come on Bri," I replied, and gave her toned leg a bit of a squeeze. "Sounds like you've had a really shitty experience. You are not ugly at all. I guess some people get off on abusing women and that's horrible. But try and cast all that out of your mind. It's not true. I have to admit, I've enjoyed seeing you since I first saw you a few years back. You're so pretty, and you have a great body. You definitely don't look like a whore either. There's also nothing wrong with not having underwear on, and anyway it sounds like you had no choice. Why don't I sit here while you go and take a shower, and then we can talk some more? I think you'll feel a lot better."
"Oh thanks Bill. You're so nice. And yes, a shower is a good idea. But you sitting there isn't such a good idea. I really don't want to be alone. Come and sit on the bed while I use the en suite, then I know you're not far away."
She stood up and took my hand and led me up the next flight of stairs to Jack and Betsy's bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and Briony went into the bathroom. She didn't close the door completely, and I could see her moving about getting undressed. I couldn't really see anything,but the thought of being so close to her nakedness was getting me pretty hard. I started absentmindedly rubbing my cock through my shorts.
Suddenly Briony stuck her head around the door. If she didn't see my touching myself, she certainly saw me blush!
