The Good Neighbour Ch 06

Simon woke up far too early. He checked his phone immediately as if to confirm that the text from yesterday was real: "Come over to talk tomorrow at 10". It was seven, but he felt nerves rising in his chest and he knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Simon rolled out of bed and started his morning routine earlier than usual even for a workday.

He spent the next three hours pacing and nervous. Jess had texted him, but he didn't reply. Not long later, he saw George's car pulling out of the driveway opposite. Time passed slowly. At half nine, he got another text, "Meet me at Hallham

Park instead. I need some air". Hallham Park was the local park for dog walkers. It wouldn't be busy on a Monday. He didn't understand, but immediately after reading the text he saw her car pull away. He waited another twenty minutes, then drove to the park too.

He parked and walked from the car park towards the park. The entrance to the park was a wide grassy area, and leading off from it were winding paths through some trees and around a pond. He spotted Lauren immediately, standing off to the side of the grass. Lauren was wearing a knee-length dress, and Simon couldn't resist looking her up and down and taking in her figure. She looked fantastic, but he kept himself to a short glance.

She greeted him, "Hi Simon. I thought we should meet in public. Being alone together has caused a lot of trouble."

Simon nodded, "I didn't mean for things to go too far for you. I'm sorry".

"It's not your fault. Let's walk, we need to talk."

"Of course." They started walking along one of the paths together. Once they were in a quieter part of the park, Lauren seemed to hesitate for a second, and he saw nerves and even fear flash across her face. She opened her mouth, and words poured out,

"I... I just love being a slut. Ever since I was young, I've fantasised about it. I need to be watched, to show off and be a whore. I was too shy and scared to fulfil it when I was younger, before I was married. And I love my husband. Ever since we met, I've not been able to stop thinking about being a slut. Being your slut. I know it's wrong, but I crave it. That's why we're at the park. I couldn't trust myself alone in the house. We have to stop before things go any further, or my husband finds out. I know I'm a horrible whore, and I need to stop."

Simon was speechless. Her speech had been rapid and unstoppable as if a dam had burst. They walked in silence for what felt like forever. Simon could feel Lauren's nerves and shame, but he was still trying to formulate a reply. Eventually, he managed to speak, "You're not a horrible whore. You can't help your fantasies or kinks." He left out what he was thinking -- you can control if you act on them. "I understand you want to stop, but if this fantasy doesn't go away, maybe you need to speak to George. Maybe he'll understand?"

Lauren stopped walking and turned to face him, "I don't think George could understand. It's shameful. I've been posting photos of my body online for years. Last week I let a pizza guy see my tits as a tip. Even the sex with my husband where you watched was the hottest sex George and I have had in years." She frowned and blushed, "Just talking about it right now is enough to make my pussy drip, there's something wrong with me."

Simon glanced around. The path was deserted in both directions. He felt bad for Lauren, but something in him overruled any guilt, "Show me."

Lauren looked startled, "I can't. I said we need to stop..." Her protest trailed off as Simon slowly undid his jeans and repeated himself,

"Show. Me."

Lauren looked down in shame, but she slowly lifted the front of her skirt, revealing simple red panties. She wasn't exaggerating: there was a wet spot on the front. Simon stepped closer and put his finger under her chin, forcing her eyes up to meet his gaze, "Your pussy knows what you want. You're going to keep being a slut. You've already sucked my cock, and you know you need more." Lauren whimpered, but she didn't reply.

He ran his other hand across her stomach and down her thigh to her panties. He was incredibly aware that they were standing in a public park, but there was still no one in sight. He tugged her underwear down, and his finger found her pussy. She moaned when he stroked it, and he knew his gamble was correct. She couldn't resist being his slut.

He glanced around again as he touched her, slowly running his finger over her clit. She closed her eyes, moaned and sighed at every touch. He felt that even if a walker went right by them, she wouldn't stop him. He wasn't surprised to feel her hand stroking at the front of his boxers, playing with his already hard cock. He kissed her, and she melted further. His finger entered her pussy, and he started fingering her harder, knowing that being so slutty in a public park would be driving her even crazier.

After a minute of shameful public fingering, Lauren pulled away suddenly, breaking all contact, and swore, "Fuck." Simon felt his chest tighten; perhaps she had come to her senses and was stopping again. But he didn't need to worry, "I should have invited you to my house, you're right. I need this. I need to be a slut." Even as she spoke, she stepped closer to pull his cock free of his boxers and started jerking him off. Simon glanced around the park again, and it was like she read his mind,

"Please, could you fuck me in the park? I need this, Daddy."