The man on the train had changed Donna. It had left her feeling discontent with her life. She had lived her life for others for too long. She had worked hard at work and looked after her mother for years when others were out having fun and living: dating, dancing, flirting, kissing and having sex. That was what Donna wanted now; she wanted to have sex, she might have to die an old maid, but she wasn't going to die a virgin.
She had realised before that she was such a sexual person; she had needs, and she shouldn't be ashamed of them. Spending her nights alone with erotic thoughts, and pleasuring herself just wasn't enough anymore. She had been thrilled that the man on the train had called her sexy, she knew that she had excited him just as much as the situation had. She had enjoyed it so much when they had cum together.
Next time, she wanted there to be touching, caressing, stroking and licking. She needed to be licked by a man. She spent hours some nights watching men pleasure their partners in this way. She wanted to know what it was like. She wasn't selfish; she would reciprocate but was aware that she would need to be told what to do and how to please her man. Her man? That sounded exciting to her.
She knew who she wanted. She wanted Brian next door. He was about ten years older than her, in his mid-fifties. Brian had been devastated when his wife had left him for her colleague. He had grey hair and a matching beard. He wasn't very tall, but he was slim and had a very cheeky smile. He also had a lovely cock. It was the first one she had seen by accident when his dressing gown had blown up one morning when he was putting out the bins. She needed to see it again. She needed Brian but also the opportunity to get him alone. She didn't know how to approach a man; it had never happened.
In the end, she needn't have worried as Brian cheerily said "Good morning" to her a few days after she had met the man on the train. "Hello Brian," she stammered, unable to look him in the eye.
"Donna, what's the matter? Have I done something to offend you?"
"No, I'm just embarrassed, that's all?"
"What, because of the other night? Well, trust me, you don't need to be. We're both grown-ups. It wasn't intentional. Besides, I rather enjoyed it."
Donna blushed then but felt brave enough to meet his gaze. "I enjoyed it when I saw you, too."
"What, saw me watching?"
"No, when you put the bins out and your dressing gown opened. I saw you." She blurted out, looking away again.
Brian smiled then, "You liked it, did you? Well, I can give you a flash whenever you want."
Before she could think, Donna heard herself say, "How about tonight? I miss cooking for two. I'll make you a meal, and we could talk about it then. Only if you want to, of course. You don't have to, I understand if," she started to garble.
"That would be lovely; I will look forward to it," Brian smiled; he did have a cheeky smile, "Is seven alright?"
"Perfect," Donna smiled as she continued up the path. She didn't know that Brian watched her as she walked up the road. She didn't know that Brian often watched Miss Donna as she left for work or when she was pegging the washing out. He loved watching her stretch to reach the line, bending to pick things up out of the basket. Brian wasn't a pervert; he was a good and kind man, but he was a man, and he knew what he liked. He liked Donna and felt sad that a lovely woman like that was being wasted. He had been secretly in lust with Miss Donna from next door for a long time. Looks like his desire was about to be returned.
He was next door promptly at seven. He had selected a nice bottle of wine. He was sure he could sense curtains twitching along the road as he stood in his new polo shirt and chinos. He had made an effort. He had even used some of the aftershave that his son had left behind on his last visit home from university.
This was important to Brian; he had been so hurt and lonely when his wife, Gillian, left him so suddenly. It had affected his confidence, and he had no idea how to approach the dating world when he hadn't had a date for 35 years. It turned out the solution was just next door. Did this count as a date, he pondered as Donna opened the door? She smiled as she took the bottle of wine off him. He could tell that she had made an effort, too.
"You look stunning, Donna," he smiled as she walked towards the dining room.
"You look very nice, too," she replied, "New shirt?" she giggled.
