My neighbour Veronica had become an object of my sexual fantasies. I was 27 at the time and lived in a terraced house for about a year, to escape life at my parents house. The boredom of living alone and the need to generate additional income meant I had taken on a lodger, a former work colleague called Chrissie who I had an on off relationship (currently off) with and who was 5 years older than me. She brought about a sexual awakening in me and allowed me to partake in some sinful sexual experiences. The arrangement seemed to work at home for now, despite the underlying sexual tension, but we were definitely unattached at the time.
Veronica was my neighbour. She didn't immediately strike me as a beddable woman on our first encounter. What I subsequently found out about her was that i knew she lived alone, was somewhat of a recluse and never had any visitors, but left every morning to go work where she worked as a school teacher. To me her life was a little peculiar. We can only have had a handful of encounters, but it was enough for us to exchange mobile numbers if I was away for the weekend for example and needed her to look out for the house, but nothing more.
She was 5ft 9 with beautiful shoulder length flame red hair, probably dress size 14 to 16, pale complexion and a figure I would describe as big framed, but certainly not overweight but with curves in the right places. She looked after herself and had good fashion sense. She was in her late 40's. I had a penchant for curvy mature women for as long as I remember becoming interested in sex, so in theory she ticked a lot of boxes.
My sexual interest in her stemmed and aroused from one weekend when lying in bed at night I was awoken to the sound of moaning coming from my neighbours bedroom, which I shared a partition wall with. If anyone has lived in a terraced house will know the walls are solid but transmit sounds very easily.
At first I thought she was in pain and was concerned enough to come out of bed to put my ear against the wall, even using a glass against the wall to amplify the sound more clearly. At that point I realised quickly she was moaning from sexual arousal. My thoughts started racing as to how she was receiving pleasure. Was it a dildo? Was she pleasuring herself using her fingers? In the middle of fantasising about it i heard a slapping sound and a male voice saying 'let's make some memories' followed by another slap presumably of her ass cheeks.
For 2/3 hours I continued to hear screams, laughing, conversations, then more screaming and moans of sexual pleasure, well into the early hours. I could only imagine the multiple sex positions they had performed, but judging by the slapping, doggy appeared to be a particular favourite. The noise was so much so that I was sure a few neighbours could hear. The sex continued in what i can describe as a dirty weekend, with her fuck partner. I would hear the moaning during the day the following afternoon coming from the lounge and again on the Saturday night and would dread receiving visitors whilst that was taking place next door. It finally ended on Sunday afternoon. I suppose they were exhausted as they were fucking like rabbits in different parts of the house! This all seemed totally out of character for my neighbour. I had no idea who the mystery man was.
The next morning I spoke with my house mate and we had a good gossip about the bedroom antics of our neighbour. Chrissie described it as a complete surprise given how quiet she normally was but said good for her.
"Every woman deserves some pleasure from time to time." she said.
Following that weekend I expected a continuation, but to my surprise there were no further encounters and I heard nothing again and she went back to a life as a recluse. Staying at home after work and not making a sound. However, it was the start of my sexual fantasies about my neighbour. I would often masturbate about a lust filled sex relationship with her, imagining the dirty things we could get up to. Being someone with a foot and ass fetish, it often involved me sucking her toes and licking her bum hole. Above all, I wanted to hear her scream loudly worshipping my cock and for others on the street to hear that there was some serious fucking taking place.
A few months passed like this. Me and Chrissie had finally given into the temptation of easy sex but an on/off relationship continued. But above everything my infatuation with Veronica was increasing.
It was on one balmy summer evening on her return from work she had accidentally locked herself out of her house and knocked on my door asking for shelter whilst she waited for a locksmith. I was more than happy to entertain.
"Sure come in Veronica I have just opened a bottle of red would you like a glass? It's Friday night!"
She reluctantly agreed saying that was very kind and she hoped she wasn't putting me out. We sat in the lounge on separate sofas making small talk. For a 'recluse' she wasn't too shy about conversing. I wasn't put off by her appearance. She was pretty. She wore a denim jacket and a long flowing black skirt that revealed quite a shapely ass, I was struck by her open toe footwear with painted red toe nails. I kept looking in that direction as she moved her feet about and I think she noticed.
I plucked up the courage to ask her why such an attractive woman lived alone. She was taken aback by the question and didn't know how to respond. She went red like a plum tomato.
"Oh well thanks, but that's a long story." she gave a bemused look.
I then surprised myself and went further and asked her whether she was interested in a no strings sexual relationship and said that the both of us needed some fun and decadence in our lives.
"Umm well that's a bombshell, can I think about that. Do you often ask women that directly?" She laughed awkwardly.
I was encouraged but it wasn't quite the response I was after. I would have preferred an instant reaction where we embraced french kissing, ripping each other's clothes off whilst heading upstairs to the bedroom.
She quickly downed her glass and said she would think about it again and luckily at that point the locksmith called to break the awkwardness. I apologised for being so direct and said there was no pressure, but she can just call me if she was interested.
"I won't pester you about this again."
"I don't want you to think I will harass you about this!" I said.
"Oh don't worry I understand!" she said.
She said thanks for the drink and said bye and closed the door and went to meet the locksmith. I felt like a total fool thinking I had embarrassed myself and tried to forget the whole thing had happened.
I was non the wiser of her intentions. She gave nothing away.
My housemate returned and I told her about the drama next door and how I shared a glass of wine. I was remiss in giving her the full details of what occurred as I didn't know how she would react.
Later that night it was 915pm and I was sat downstairs having established that my neighbour had safely gained entry into her property. Still not able to get the incident out my head when I suddenly saw my mobile ringing with Veronica's name on the display screen. It was my neighbour. The excitement was unbearable.
"Hello?"
"Hi, well sorry about my reaction earlier, but I was in shock that some one like you would ever have interest in me. But I am waiting for you. I have showered and am clean and would like it if you were clean too. What would you like me to wear?" she said.
My erection was instant.
"Thank you I thought I had blew it and of course, I am looking forward to a bit of Friday night love making. I have been attracted to you for a while now. I'll see you in 15."
"I am really flattered, let's go with the flow and see where this takes us. You didn't tell me what I am to wear" she said.
"Umm, okay a nice silky robe with your skimpiest thong or knickers and bra please would really be a turn on."
I thought about requesting something particular for her feet like a toe ring or anklet but didn't want to come across as perverse and left it. Plus there was plenty of time to reveal each other's perversions.
"Hmmm I'll see what I can find."
Straight into the shower and out i went. Chrissie was in her bedroom so may not have noticed me leaving.
I knocked on her door and she opened and was dressed as requested. We were both conscious of curtain twitchers and prying eyes from neighbours but I entered quickly. She had a body made for sex. Her hair was flowing down to her shoulder. Her robe was like a Japanese kimono flowing down to just below her knees. It was figure hugging, revealing ample breasts and wide hips. She wore thong sandals and the added attraction was the gold anklet she wore around her left ankle (did she read my mind), which sent me over the edge with anticipation. The sense of excitement over what was lurking behind her robe was uncontrollable.
We proceeded to her lounge which was tidy enough with a fire running. We actually sat on separate sofas initially, which seemed a bit too distanced for me. And initially small talked on the locksmith and general conversation about her house decoration.
Suddenly, she changed the subject matter and got straight down to business.
"Well I was totally blown over by what you said earlier, but I enjoy sex, but only get to engage occasionally, so I am looking for sex on tap, well hopefully orgasms on tap." she laughed.
