It had been a month since forgetting my keys and having to borrow my neighbour's. A month of guilt and confusion as to what I had seen, done and discovered. My neighbour, a beautiful older lady called Sally, was, despite her day to day appearance in the block of apartments we lived in, an adult film star. An adult film star with a penchant for anal sex with younger guys - with the twist that it was her strap-on doing the penetration, and the men who were on the receiving end. My visit had culminated in receiving a spine-tingling blowjob whilst on the phone to my girlfriend Amy.
The guilt that I had cheated on her weighed on me like a ton of bricks. The confusion came from what I had seen on the TV screen, a DVD of Sally pegging a younger guy, how it turned me on, yet made me doubt myself and my feelings. In the weeks that followed I redoubled my attentions on my girlfriend, trying to erase the feelings that had arrived. I couldn't help though, from time to time, from browsing through strap-on porn sites, finding pictures and videos of this new fantasy that Sally had awaken in me.
Amy had a big business trip coming up. She was working her way up through the ranks as a management consultant, and had a trip to a client in Amsterdam for a week. I had helped her pack her bags, and was carrying them down to the car for her. As we were walking down the stairs, Mrs. Jones, our neighbour came up in the other direction. She was wearing baggy sweat pants and was clad in a loose jumper, with very little makeup - nothing special outwardly, but I knew what lurked underneath. I tried not to remember the sight of her bending for ice cubes from her freezer, her robe riding up over her sublime rear and showing her thong below.
Amy stopped to say hello, and to thank Mrs. Jones for sorting me out when I had forgotten my keys the month before.
"Oh, please Amy, call me Sally. And it was nothing - it was good to have a little bit of company, especially from such a handsome young man!"
Amy laughed. "Well, I'm going to be away for the next week in Amsterdam, so if he messes anything up will you promise to look after him as well as last time?"
Sally smiled, and with a twinkle in her eye replied "Oh yes, I'm sure I can keep him in line if anything gets out of hand. Maybe Dan, you wouldn't mind popping over and giving me some company one evening. I'd love to hear more about your work, and I can tell you a little more about mine."
I blushed, and said I would think about it. Amy, oblivious to the undertone to the conversation, said that I should be able to better than that.
"Why don't you head over tonight? You've been saying today how little you have to do in the evenings whilst I'm away, and you're bound to get a little lonely."
Mrs. Jones smiled and said that would be lovely, and, waving goodbye and wishing Amy a good trip, walked up the stairs to our floor, whilst we headed down to the car.
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I saw Amy off at the airport, with her promising that she would ring me at the apartment to let me know she got there alright. I headed back, and spent the afternoon doing banal household tasks, trying to deflect my mind from the events of the past month. Finally, at 6PM, Amy rang to say she had arrived but that she was about to head out on the town with some of her colleagues. So, there was little else to do but fix some food and settle down with a glass of wine. By 8PM I was already bored, and, thoughts turning to my invitation next door, began to warm to the idea.
I soon found myself at the door to her flat, having knocked, waiting for her to let me in. I could hear light footsteps from the other side, and the tumbling of the locks as the door was opened. She beamed out at me with a wide smile.
"I wasn't sure you'd come over in the end. Please, come in - I'll get us a drink."