This is a long slow burning story, with plenty of sexual tension until the release at the end. If you are looking for an explosive Wham, Bam thank you Ma'am story I suggest you either go straight to the end or look elsewhere.
As David opened his front door one Saturday morning he could hear a female voice cursing, "Stupid, bloody, useless thing!" Turning he saw that his neighbour, Julie was standing at her own front door some four yards away, a battery operated drill at her feet and a screwdriver in her hand. She was trying to screw a new number on the wall beside the door and was clearly having trouble.
"What's the matter Julie?" he called out.
"Can't get the bloody screws in far enough," she replied.
They had been neighbours for a couple of years, Julie was in her mid-thirties, married to Brian and was a school teacher. She had a slim figure, with short dark bobbed hair and small breasts that she always seemed to keep well covered up. David had always got on well with them, being invited round to their house several times for drinks or a barbeque. He suspected they took pity on him, he was divorced, having split up from his wife some five years back, she retaining custody of his children, although he did get to see them regularly.
"Here let me have a go." David took the screwdriver from her and fairly easily turned the screws until they were firmly in place. "There you go, I would have thought that Brian would have done this for you," he joked.
Julie's face fell and her eyes filled with moisture, "Didn't you hear, Brian left me last month, we've split up?" She burst into tears and David, recalling the pain of his own separation pulled her into a hug.
"Oh Jules, I'm so sorry, Have you been on your own all this time?" David knew that Julie's family all lived up North and he hadn't seen any strange cars on their drive.
"Yes, Mum's been very good on the phone but they can't get away and...." Fresh tears streamed from her and David held her tighter, wondering what the other neighbours would make of this if they chanced to look out of their windows.
"Look, my old Mum always says that a cup of tea solves everything, why don't you come in and I'll make you one and you can have a good old cry and tell me all about it. That's if you want to?" he added.
-o0o-
Julie felt such a fool, she'd gone out to demonstrate to herself that she didn't need Brian, that she was an independent woman, and had ended up crying her eyes out in the arms of her neighbour David. He'd been kind enough to finish the job for her and now here she was being a useless, helpless woman again.
Nevertheless she knew he meant well, and she did get on well with him, he'd been principally Brian's friend, but had always treated them equally, never ignoring her. A cup of tea couldn't hurt. "Thanks, David, I'd love that," she answered, as she allowed him to pick up her drill and bits and bobs and lead her into his house. She hadn't been in very often and to her surprise she found it very tastefully furnished and decorated, her own house was a bit of a mish-mash of styles, with odd bits of furniture, but David's all seem so...."co-ordinated" was the word, she decided. He sat her down on the sofa and went over to the kitchen area in the open plan ground floor to fill the kettle and put it on.
-o0o-
David looked over at her as he switched the kettle on, she looked so lost and forlorn sitting there that his heart went out to her. She had a bright red tee shirt on and was wearing a pair of knee length shorts showing off some surprisingly good legs. He made the tea and pondered where to sit himself. Would it be too awkward to join her on the sofa, he didn't want to seem too forward and make her feel uncomfortable? In the end he settled on the end of the sofa, handing her a mug and setting his own down on a small table.
"How long's he been gone, Jules, I'm sorry I didn't know or I would have spoken to you earlier." Julie explained that Brian had left three weeks ago. Swallowing hard, she told him that he'd been acting strangely for a while and had finally screwed up his courage and told her that he'd fallen in love with someone else and was leaving her. Fortunately it had been over half term and she'd had time to get her act together before having to go back to work.
She explained that they had been together since university and were talking about having children and it had really come out of the blue. Fresh tears welled up again and she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. "Do you know what really hurt most of all David? He said that his new girlfriend had much bigger tits than me, that he'd always wanted a wife with big tits. To think that's how he defined me, by the size of my tits. Bee stings he called them." She cupped her breasts and erupted in shuddering sobs that racked her body.
David put his drink down and scooted across the sofa pulling her once more into a tight hug, the shoulder of his shirt getting wet with her tears. Gradually she calmed down, but still stayed nestled into his shoulder as he stroked her back. Embarrassingly he felt his penis begin to harden, she was a very attractive woman and she had her body pressed close to his. He eased his crotch away as tactfully as he could.
-o0o-
What a fool she felt, she'd broken down again and then told him what Brian had said about her tits. God how embarrassing. She knew they were small, they'd always been small, but Brian had never complained before, he said he loved them and particularly her nipples. They embarrassed her as well, her breasts were pointy and her nipples were a good half inch long and when excited or cold they grew to nearly an inch. She'd always had to wear padded bras, not to boost her size but to stop her nipples poking people's eyes out! School was so difficult, she was always conscious of them when standing up in front of a class of fifteen year old boys she knew were mentally undressing her.
Now here she was, pressed up against a man she knew only as a neighbour, a nice neighbour to be sure, but still not someone she'd ever think about taking into her confidence. He did feel nice though, he smelled nice, his body was clearly toned and he didn't feel awkward, he was holding her very naturally as though he meant it, not just doing the right thing. She looked up at him and the ridiculous thought went through her head that if this were a film their lips would meet and they'd rip their clothes off and make mad passionate love on the floor then live happily ever after.
That would teach Brian she thought and unconsciously she tucked herself into David's body a little tighter. Her eyes caught the crotch of his jeans, was that a bulge there? She'd not really looked before, perhaps he was naturally big? Images of Brian's cock came into her head, it wasn't huge, but he'd used it well and their sex life had been really good.
-o0o-
David saw her look up at him and their eyes met briefly. I'm so tempted to kiss her, he thought, just tenderly to show her my compassion for her situation. But what if she misinterprets it? What if she responds? Thoughts of ripping her clothes off and fucking her senseless on the floor ran through his mind and determinedly he pushed them aside, willing his cock to stay soft.
"I shouldn't take up any more of your time David," she said, standing up, "you must have things to do. I'm so grateful to you for the tea," she paused, "and the cuddle, they were just what I needed."
"No problem Julie, I'm always here for anything you need and if you need anything else screwing just let me know." He coloured up realising what he'd just said.
Julie grinned, "Thanks David, but I'm getting really good at DIY now." They both broke out into laughter at the mutual innuendo. Julie paused, "Do you know I think that's probably the first time I've laughed since he went. Thanks again."
David showed her out, handing her the tools he'd gathered up and watched as she went back to her own house, her pert backside filling her shorts nicely. "What a fucking idiot Brian must be, to leave that." He went back inside and making another tea took it up into his study which was the small third bedroom at the back of the house. It overlooked his garden and he could just about see half of Julie's if he stood up. Turning on the computer he started to do some work.
-o0o-
Julie returned to her house and put the tools away. She'd always liked David, but now he seemed even nicer. She went upstairs intending to change her clothes so she could get out into the garden, she shouldn't really have been putting the new number up in her best shorts, but she certainly couldn't be scrabbling around in the garden in them. Slipping them off, she folded them neatly and dug out some old elasticated waistband running shorts. Before slipping them on she adjusted the fit of her panties to get comfortable, feeling the cotton gusset press on her pussy. Almost unconsciously she stroked herself, enjoying the sensation of her fingers pressing against her tender parts.
She'd always enjoyed masturbating, even after she'd married Brian. She didn't think he knew about it, but she'd get herself off at all times of the day, even once or twice at work in the ladies' loos, feeling deliciously naughty as she did so. Now of course she only had herself to please, literally, she could masturbate when she wanted.
Her mind flashed to David, to the way his arms had held her, the firmness of his body, the bulge in his jeans. Her pussy twinged and she felt a small trickle of juice inside her. Perhaps just a quick one, she thought as she lay back on the bed opening her legs. Her fingers stroked her pussy through her panties, pressing into her slit, then finding her clit already starting to get hard, she teased it with the pads of her fingers then back down to her vagina, finding her panties already damp above her opening.
