Herb didn't expect a knock on his door that day, especially at mid morning. He answered and there stood a woman in her late thirties. She had a somewhat hard look to her eyes with dark hair that she wore in a tight ponytail.
"Hi, I'm Kora, your neighbor down the hall." she said in a throaty voice.
"Oh, hello!" Herb replied, "Is there... something I can help you with?"
"Yes, actually I was wondering if you could help me move a piece of furniture?"
"Ahhh..."
"It's not very heavy, just awkward to handle!" she assured him.
"Well- okay. Why not!" he acquiesced, "Let me get my shoes."
Herb went back inside and got his shoes and met her outside his front door. He was a bit past his prime at fifty-four, but he still liked to think of himself as a helpful citizen. As they walked down the apartment hallway, he noticed that Kora had a strong, fit body for a woman her age. This made him hope that the piece of furniture wasn't heavier than she described since light was a concept that was relative to the time you spent in the gym. He had hurt himself at work a few years before and didn't want a recurrence of his sciatica.
"My name's Herb, by the way." he said before shaking her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Herb. I met your wife at the clubhouse the other day. She said you were a master at fixing things."
"Oh, well, I do a bit here and there."
They arrived at her place and she showed him the piece of furniture. It was a china cabinet. Together they walked it, without much effort, ten feet to the neighboring wall.
"Okay thanks," she said, "I've got this bookcase that I need moved, too. Right over here."
"Ah, okay." he said as he followed her.
They picked the bookcase up with the books still in it and then as he strained to keep his grip on his side she paused and tried to decide where it would look best.
"I guess over here will be okay." she finally decided.
His face turned red from strain as they let it down. She was obviously rearranging the entire apartment.
"There's something in my bedroom I wanted your opinion on, too." she told him then.
She took him into the bedroom and showed him her massive, antique oak bed with its canopy unattached.
"Do you think you could reconnect the canopy for me?"
Herb was getting a bit annoyed now. Mainly because her demeanor had become somewhat presumptive and overreaching.
"Well, I don't think I have the tools for that," he replied.
"What about just putting the screws in by hand to connect the top frame?"
He tilted his head and grimaced.
"Don't think that would be safe." he explained.
"Okay, can you help me shift it over a few inches then?"
"The whole bed?!"
"Yes."
"Not sure that will work..."
"Let's just try!" she insisted.
They each went to a side and took hold of the lower frame.
"Okay, on three. Ready? One, two, three!" he coached as they lifted and shoved.
The bed moved an inch.
"Okay, once more!" he called out from his bent over position.
On the second attempt the bed hardly moved at all and Herb felt a surge of pain shoot down his right leg.
"Damn!" he said as he straightened up and gripped his lower back.
"What happened?" Kora asked.
"Nothing. Just a little tweak." he said, trying to sound stoic.
"Have a seat, Herb." she told him as she walked around and guided him to a chair.
She went and came back with a glass of water and an aspirin.
"Here. Take this," she said as she handed the water and pill over, "I probably should have gotten a kid from the clubhouse gym to help me."
"A kid!" Herb thought. Was she trying to say a kid could have moved that bed?! This was gratitude for you! Herb drank down the pill and tried to stand, but winced as soon as he put weight on his legs.
"Not working?" she asked.
"It'll pass." he insisted with a hint of annoyance.
"Here, come and lay down on the bed." she told him as she pulled him up and guided him over to her oak monstrosity.
Every step was painful, but she was finally able to get him to the bed and reclined. He laid there and covered his face with his arm.
"Just take it easy here for a while." she said.
He remained there immobilized and heard her go into the bathroom and start the shower. After a few minutes the sound of the water made him doze off. The next thing to come into his consciousness was the sound of quick, oily rubbing and the sensation that the bed was shaking. He opened his eyes and to his amazement Kora was sitting on the bed next to him nude rubbing away at her tent-like clitoris. He froze there as his eyes traveled up to her face. Her eyes were closed and her expression was concentrated and tense. He didn't know what to do so he just laid there and watched. What had he gotten himself into? She flicked away at her tent clit with two fingers completely oblivious to him. Or so it seemed. What kind of wild shit was this lady into? She began to moan then.
"That's it!" she blurted softly as her body went stiff, "Fuck yeah!"
He looked down at her big, clean shaven cunt then as she climaxed and watched as it pulsed and throbbed, it's hood and wide lips actually projecting up and flaring out in the shape of a cobra's head. She was almost a hermaphrodite!
She rode out her climax quietly from there on, only muttering under her breath from her stiffened throat and distorted face. She delved her two fingers down into her wet hole afterwards and went giddy. He lifted himself off the bed at this point and walked toward the door slowly through his pain.
"Can you come back tomorrow?" he heard her ask before he reached the hall.
