This story is set in England, so the words used are English not American. It tells of two ladies finding themselves, so please don't read it if you don't like this idea.
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When my husband was promoted and we had to move house I knew I would lose most of my close friends. It was a new life and as I was in my late forties it worried me very much. It was made even more difficult as my husband had to travel overseas quite a lot which meant I would be on my own for long periods.
My husband Tom couldn't see any problems and just shrugged his shoulders and said: "Well Margaret, this is where we live and you just have to make the best of it."
I felt so alone.
Then I chatted a few times over the garden wall with my next door neighbour who was about my age and seemed to have a lot of time on her hands. It was a godsend. I was so grateful, as she seemed so lovely and homely. She was a bit shorter than me at about 5 foot 4 or so, with a petite but stocky build and greying hair cut short, and that welcoming smile. I thought she looked quite a bit older than me, as my hair remained fair thanks to a little bottle, and I kept it shoulder-length, usually just combed free. Oh, and I'm called Margaret, by the way.
My friendship with Elizabeth seemed to blossom so quickly. When I went into her house, she was always welcoming me with a warm kiss and a hug. Her warmth took me by surprise at first, but soon I was hugging her back, and looking forward to her kissing my lips.
When we visited each other like this we didn't dress up specially - we would usually be wearing just an old dress or a skirt and jumper. I did notice that Elizabeth's favourite clothes when she was at home on her own were usually a nice light skirt and a woolly jumper or cardigan. She did seem to like them tight across her chest, and was quite well endowed in that area, though not fat anywhere else. She explained once that ever since she was a child she had always liked the feeling that wool gave her, so nice and soft against her skin. I liked jumpers too as they were easy to wear yet looked nice enough around the house. Often I'd just have an old cardie on over my bra, then just knickers and a skirt, to make it easy for dressing!
Gradually I got more used to her open friendly nature and actually started to look forward to our hugging and kissing when she met me in the hallway. After a couple of weeks she did go a little over the top when she started to let her hand slip down to feel my breasts but here again it was pleasant and I quickly started to enjoy the fondling. It started by accident - or was it - when she tripped and nearly fell, reaching out to hold me and stroking against my breast. Then she somehow just made it feel so natural that when we kissed to say hello she would cup one of my breasts in her open hand. She was very gentle but certainly new how to arouse me, especially when she brushed against my nipples - it just felt so good.
I am not sure quite how it happened but on one afternoon when I went round, just wearing my normal pale blue cardigan and a simple dark blue knitted skirt, I could see that her pink cardigan was unbuttoned rather more than normal. As we drew closer for our hello kiss, I could see the bottom three buttons of the pretty pink v-neck were fastened but the top four buttons were completely undone, leaving her cardie top hanging open. Not only were her breasts clearly visible, mostly out of her bra, but I could see the edge of both her nipples too.
She was a naturally more dominant woman, whereas I have always tended to be sort of timid and submissive. Her forward attitude had shocked me but I think I wanted it deep down. I certainly couldn't take my eyes of her breasts as she showed off for me.
Then she pulled me closer into a cuddle and ran her hand up the back of my cardie, feeling my bra strap on the way. It felt so nice to be held and wanted, that I just let her hands move where they wanted, and soon she'd slipped a hand behind me under my skirt and was playing with my pantied bum.
It felt so naughty, but I just let her do it, feeling somehow safe in her hands, and very cosy cuddling her soft woolly back as we nuzzled each other's necks.
I felt amazed and embarrassed, but loved it all the same, when she whispered: "Feel my tits Margaret". I couldn't believe my ears.
I felt very daring as I slipped my hand inside her cardie and not only felt her breasts but physically lifted them outside her cardigan. Her breasts felt so warm and soft, but her nipples hardened quickly as I stroked over them. She let me carry on playing and stroking for maybe two or three minutes, then she gave me a big kiss on my lips.
"Oh yes!" she smiled at me, "That feels so good to have my breasts played with nicely by a gentle loving girl. Chris just doesn't know how to get it right - it's either too rough or too quick! Is your Tom any better?"
"Well," I replied, "When we've got the time he can be quite loving, but too often he just seems to want to get his end away, if you know what I mean, then he goes to sleep leaving me wanting rather more."
"Well, that's men for you isn't it?" she said, stroking her hands right down the back of my cardie and making me quiver. "Would you like me to play with you a little more now, as a special thank you?"
I couldn't think what to say to start with, but smiled as it seemed a nice idea.
"Well if you'd like to, Elizabeth," I said, with my hands still cupping her breasts.
"In that case, let's do it properly, shall we? Why don't we both take off our bras, then slip our cardies back on again? That way we still look decent and keep warm, but we can play nicely at the same time. Come on into the lounge, and let's do it!"
So we walked further up their hall to the lounge at the back, where Elizabeth stood in the middle of the room, and facing away from me, slipped off her pink cardie then undid her bra, dropping it to the big armchair before slipping her cardie back on. She'd turned round before I'd even started, leaving her cardigan now hanging open and her full breasts just hanging forward exposed for me, waiting to be stroked.
"Maybe I'd better help you a little!" she smiled. "Just turn around and slip off your cardie for me, and then I'll undo your bra."
So I just did as she said, fumbling a little with the buttons in my excitement, but slipping it off and holding the soft wool in my right hand. I felt her fingers at my bra strap, then the sudden release as she opened it. She slipped the straps off my shoulders, and I pulled the bra forwards and let it slip to the chair. It felt so naughty to be topless in her house, even if I was facing away from her, so I quickly pulled by cardie back on again, feeling more secure as I began doing up the buttons.
"Oh don't button up too fast, Margaret, let me have a good look at you first - come on, turn round and let's look at each other's titties!"
I felt I shouldn't, but it was all so nice at the same time, so why shouldn't I? I had certainly liked looking at her breasts, which were bigger than mine, with darker nipples. So with only the bottom two buttons of my cardie done up, and my breasts only half hidden by the soft blue wool, I turned around.
