Disclaimer: This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Julia and Paul were neighbours. She lived in Plum Street and he in Peach Street. A local official had come up with naming the streets on the new development after fruit trees. They often met in passing or in the newsagents on Nectarine Drive. They always smiled and exchanged a few words and, it must be said, a little flirting went on.
On the day it things changed up to a new level Paul was having a rare coffee break. He didn't get the chance to do this often. He was kept busy as the Political Agent for the local MP. It was not a 9 to 5 job especially as his MP was destined for higher office if gossip in Paul's favourite newspaper was to believed. He read it avidly as he sipped his Skinny Latte. In fact he was so engrossed in the newspaper that he didn't notice the familiar face enter the top floor room of the coffee shop. Paul first sensed her presence, then noticed her legs below his paper. He had looked at those legs many times and fantasised about running his hand up between them. He had also made sure he got a peek at her magnificent breasts any time he could without appearing to letch. He knew Julia would not approve of his improper thoughts. She was well spoken and very prim and proper. She was a member of the WI for God's sake. As these thoughts shot through Paul's head Julia reached down and pushed the top of his newspaper down greeting him with a big smile.
"Reading that rubbish will rot your brain you know" , she said with a grin.
Before he could answer his eyes had clocked a look at the deep cleavage before him. His cock twitched to a semi-erect state instantly.
"Sorry if it offends you. Wrong political leaning?"
"We better keep off politics or I'm going to win the argument", she said with an even cheekier grin and sat down next to him with her own tiny, very strong, espresso.
She sat close to him and her body heat burned through Paul. All he could think about was taking her across the table, hoping it didn't show it on his face. Instead he asked Julia about how she was getting on with the website he had asked her to design for the local party member. At first she had been reluctant to work for the "That scum" as she put it. He had been persistent though as he knew she would come uo with something spectacular. when she had xhown him yhe rough sketches of her ideas he had been impressed and not just with her fantastic body. So after many phone calls she finally agreed to do the job but said she was donating the payment to charity.
After what has seemed like a few minutes but according to Julia's i-phone had been over an hour of light-hearted banter Julia said she had to get back and de-bug some mark-up script; whatever that was, Paul thought. As she stood to leave she bent to air-kiss his cheek. As she did he smelled her heady scent and glimpsed another eye-full of her wonderful cleavage. Then as she stepped back she somehow knocked the table and spilled the dregs of a coffee cup onto Paul's light chinos. He jumped up to brush it off and Julia grabbed napkins so mop up the mess before it stained. Later Paul would wonder if he imagined that as she dabbed him down her hand deliberately strayed to his obviously stiff cock. Surely not he would tell himself. A respectable businesswoman like Julia would not be up for rubbing a guys cock in public, it must have been pure accident.
Julia apologised and insisted he come home to her place to allow her to get the stain out. He was enjoying her company and had the rest of the day off so why not he thought. That was how Paul came to be standing in Julia's kitchen in just his Calvin Klein's watching his trousers go round and round in her washing machine.
"Sorry to put you to all this trouble", Paul said, "There really was no need"
"I'm not going to let you walk around with brown stains down your trousers. What would the Party say. You might be mistaken for one of the kinky old pervs they keep hidden in the party. You read the papers." Julia teased.
