Author's note: This is first story in the series 'The Good Neighborhood'. All stand alone different stories but some stories may have two installments.
We had left our native town, where we had spent the best years our life, to settle in the big city. We both had good jobs and our 7 year old daughter was studying in the same school where her mother taught. For a start I was given the night shift by the company. I was not complaining. The pay was nearly double and I was free whole day to do whatever I chose to. I helped my wife with the household chores and ferried them to and from the school. I cooked meals for them whenever I felt like it, which was most of the time. I am a good cook and I actually like cooking it gives me a thrill trying new recipes and try my own innovations.
The arrangement was good. Everything was going smoothly. There were no hurries or worries. We were ahead with our installments and were hoping to clear our home loan for the flat we were living in, in the next two years. We were not going to be stuck in this two bedroom apartment for whole our life. There were other long term plans too. I could sleep for a few hours after my wife and daughter left for the school and at night also I usually got a shut eye for a couple of hours late at night.
Everything was fine except our sex live. I left for the job before my wife and kid went to bed and when I came back they were usually up and about getting ready for the school. Rarely did we get a chance to be together, only on my off days. Nobody except me was minding it. So I never raised the subject, knowing only too well that there was no sympathetic ear to listen to my prayer. My wife was very much satisfied with the once in a week fuck. She was more concerned about the money which was rolling in.
So I started looking for an alternative, though I was not very hopeful. Our seven- storey apartment society was mostly deserted during the day. I tried looking for some company in the park in front of our society hoping to meet someone from the fairer sex and I wandered around periphery, our building, went window shopping in the nearby market and mall. I even went riding the lift up and down like a kid.
But zilch.
I was thinking of shifting my hunting ground to my office surroundings but at night that area is even more deserted than our society. So I was about to drop the whole idea and try some other form recreation. At present I was satisfying myself just by watching videos clips on my phone. Rarely did I come across some good video.
Then one day I was coming back from our bank which is not very far from our locality. (I had decided to walk the distance to kill time and at the same time get some exercise.) I was feeling very happy seeing the way our account balance was swelling when I saw a skirt, no not a skirt, a knee length frock walking in front of me. That is a rare thing mostly mature women wear traditional clothes Saris Salwar-kameez etc. etc.. She was carrying big bags in both her hands and was about to double up. She looked older than me. But her back was something to look at. She was tall. She had left her shoulder length wavy dark hair open. The cool breeze stirred them continuously. Her waist was slim and below that the hips spread out in a wide round curve. And her naked calves were lean.
Old! When did ever age matter in affairs of Love, Relationships and Sex? Immediately, my chivalrous persona came to the fore. I quickened my pace.
"Let me help you ma'am." I said as I reached astride her.
I slowed down to match her pace. She looked at me as if I was a god sent angel. She was already out of her breath. She surrendered one of the big poly-bags immediately without a word. I bent down and unburden her of the other bag too. The bags were heavy.
What was she carrying in them? Gold bricks?
We walked silently for a few yards, not knowing what to say. I stole a glance towards her. She was older than what I had imagined looking at her back. Wrinkles had started to appear on her face. She had not tried to hide them with any make-up. The top button of her frock was open and being a lot taller than she was I could easily see the cleavage and the bulge of her ample bosom and the prominent clavicles. The boobs were sagging because of their own weight and of course, the old age. Her bra was barely coping with the task assigned to it. Below those melons her tummy was flat.
Relieved of her load she soon stopped panting.
"Gallantry is not dead after all." She said giving me a pleasurable smile as she caught me looking at her.
I didn't know how to answer that. I simply smiled back.
"On which floor do you live?" I asked .
"Third, 304." She replied pointing with her index finger towards her flat. "And You?"
"Directly above you, 504."
"Yeah! Never seen you before. I am here from last two years." She said.
She was keeping close to me though there was ample space on the footpath. I could smell the perfume she was wearing. Our arms brushed against each other's ones or twice. My dick was raising its head. I imagined myself kissing the smile lines on her face. I tried to brush off that image. She was older than my mother.
Sex starved?
"We moved here only six month ago." I replied turning towards her an image of me hugging her tight with her breasts crushed again my chest floated in front of my eyes.
"Six months is a long time." She said thoughtfully.
We entered the building and stopped just inside the door. The lobby was pitch dark. The routine electricity cut that was bothering the people for the last three days, the pre-summer check-up and repair. I already knew about it. She looked at me with horror-
No Lift
.
She stretched out her hands for her bags. "I will carry them upstairs." She said.
"No way." I said and made for the stairs.
She followed me through the dark stairs and quickly brushed past me as we reached her floor to unlock the door and hold it open for me. I put down the big bag just inside her door.
"Come in." She said walking in. it was more like an order rather than an invitation.
I walked in after her.
She turned when we were in the center of her drawing room.
"I don't know how to thank you. I was on the brink of fainting."
"No mentions the pleasure was all mine." I said foolishly.
"Let me make some tea for you." She said literally dragging the bags into her kitchen.
"No thanks, some other time." I said wavering at the last moment.
Some thing was bound to happen if I stayed there for long. Not only that my cock was growing slowly in length and breadth but I could feel a tension in her also. But wasn't it what you had been looking for all these days, a love interest, the extra marital bliss? I asked myself.
'She is older than your mother' a voice spoke from inside me somewhere near the top.
"A glass of water at least." She said stepping closer.
"Okay." I replied not wanting to look rude.
The room was in great disarray. The sofa chairs, the center table and the coffee tables all were laid scattered haphazardly.
"Take any chair you like." She said with a laugh noticing me watching the disorder.
