'Can you help me, oh please help me?' she begged. There she was standing at the kitchen door dripping wet, her T-shirt clinging to her small, firm breasts, nipples hard and pointed. She was Georgie, the object of my every waking lustful moment asking ME for help. I couldn't believe it.
It was 1975 and all summer I had watched her from my bedroom window as she lay in her garden tanning herself whenever the weather allowed, wanking myself DRY thinking about her luscious body and what I would do to her, given the opportunity.
I was a pretty shy and inexperienced 18 year old on holiday from school, I wasn't bad looking at 6 feet tall and a rugby player to boot, yes I had girlfriends but Georgie was the 5 foot 5 inch, slightly built, older, married lady from next door, all of 25 years of age and so untouchable ... or so I thought.... I wanted her so much.
I was alone in the house that day and almost panicked as I wondered what could be wrong that she was begging me for help. 'It's my washing machine,' she said 'I can't get the water out.'
'Thank God.' I thought, nothing too serious and I went with her to her kitchen where I saw an ageing washer full of water by the sink. After trying the switches and nothing happening I popped the back off the machine and knelt down on the floor to have a look. The problem was quite apparent. The drive belt had come off the pump pulley and in order to get it back on I had to lay flat on the floor and reach all the way under the motor working by touch alone.
Georgie squatted beside me, her short denim skirt riding up her tanned, slightly parted thighs. 'Can you see the problem?' she asked.
'Jeez, never mind the problem,' I thought, when I moved my head toward her I could see Paradise in the form of her bulging pussy mound encased in the skimpiest pair of panties I had ever seen, not that I seen that many pairs filled and never so close. 'Yes, it won't be a problem to fix if I can just get my fingers on the bit I want.' I told her, all the while the bit I wanted to get my fingers (and more) on was her delectable cunny, just inches away from my face.
'Is the power off? I don't want to get a shock if I touch the wrong thing.' Georgie laid a hand on my chest and told me all the switches were off murmuring that I was free to touch whatever I liked without fear and everything would be fine. I moved my right hand to reattach the drive belt while my left came up under her bottom and tentatively stroked her panty covered lips.
Georgie shuddered but did not move away and I continued to rub her pussy through her knickers. She was very wet and her fingers snaked down to scoop the ribbon of material away from her entrance to allow me to touch her bare flesh. With the belt back in place I turned to get off the floor and Georgie sighed as I removed my fingers.
As I stood she put both hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto a dining chair and stood in front of me telling me that she knew I had been watching her from my room as she lay sunning herself and she asked if I tossed myself off while I looked. She moved her hand to my crotch and rubbed my cock through my jeans. 'Mmmm that is a fair size for a young man, can I take it out?' she asked.
What the fuck was happening? Here I am laying on a kitchen floor and I've just rubbed the next door neighbour's pussy and NOW she is fondling my prick! 'Don't worry,' she purred 'I won't tell anyone if you don't.' With that she kissed me full on the lips and pulled my hand as she left the kitchen for the bedroom.