"Oh hi Shirley! So great to see you!" Lena exclaimed happily when she opened the door.
"I'm great, how are you? How was your weekend?" her neighbor asked back while hugging her tight.
"It was pretty much the usual family visit, nothing extraordinary. I'll tell you all about it later, but please do come in!" Lena urged and pulled her friend into the hallway. "You look fantastic, is that a new dress?"
"Yes it is! I'm so glad you noticed. Do you like it?" Shirley asked and twirled around on her heels.
Lena had to admit, her neighbor looked gorgeous, even though she was already in her forties. Shirley had long legs which emanated from a wide, prolific pelvis and a substantial behind. She did have a few extra pounds on her hips, but they did only make her curves even more tantalizing. Her abounding F-cup breasts were held up by a flimsy lace bra that showed through the strained cloth of her new summer dress.
In short, Shirley seemed to be the complete opposite of her younger friend. Lena was flat where Shirley was curvy. She had an athletic, well-toned body where the older woman had a juicy, fleshy softness. Lena was several inches shorter and wore her fair hair in a simple ponytail instead of it falling over her Nordic face. Shirley's hair fell down her shoulders and the chestnut curls tickled her profound cleavage. The two friends were an odd couple.
"Hello there! It's nice of you to pop by, Shirley." Lena's husband had stumbled into the hallway, attracted by the women's laughter.
"Why hello Mick, looking great as always. Busy working?"
The young man blushed and scratched the dark stubble on his chin. "Yea, have to. There is always someone out there who needs a software engineer."
"Ha, funny you should say that, Mick, cause that's pretty much why I'm here." Shirley giggled and looked at Lena, "I hope you're not jealous now, honey."
"By no means! Help yourself!" Lena laughed, "But we should really have a cup of coffee together some time, don't you think?"
"Oh definitely, my dear! What about Wednesday?", the neighbor replied excitedly.
"Sounds wonderful!"
"What seems to be the problem then, Shirley?" asked Mick in a more serious tone, trying to get the conversation back on topic.
The older woman suddenly remembered why she'd come over."Oh yes, right." Slightly embarrassed, she pulled her smartphone from her purse. "You see, I've been having some trouble with my cell phone. I can't get the internet to work any more. Could you take a look at it?"
"No problem. Shirley! I can hook it up to my computer and see what's going on."
Lena laughed. "All right, I'll leave you two then, I don't think I'll be much use here anyway. If you need me, I'll be upstairs! Still have some laundry to do."
"Okay, we'll shout if we need anything!" her next-door bestie replied gleefully before hurrying after Mick into his office.
"Well then, let's see..." Mick plugged a cable into Shirley's phone and connected the other end to his computer.
"Thanks so much for doing this, Michael. I'm not that gifted when it comes to computers and such," Shirley chirped while massaging the young man's shoulders with lithe fingers. Mick could feel the warm flesh of her breasts press against his back and couldn't help but feel slightly aroused. He just couldn't deny Shirley's allure.
"Don't mention it, I'm always happy if I can help out," Mick said while clicking his way through a series of control windows.
He tried to ignore his neighbor's hands which were traveling across his chest and belly, teasing and caressing. She probably just wanted to give him a relaxing thank-you massage while he was fixing her phone, right?
"Hm... this is a bit strange...," he mumbled, "I'm really sorry Shirley, but I can't find anything wrong here. Your internet seems to be working just fine."
"I know, honey," the woman replied calmly while grasping Mick's belt buckle.
"No, I mean I really can't- Hey, what are you doing?"
His busty neighbor grasped him by his underpants, pulled him to his feet and shoved the poor man against the book shelf before he even knew what was going on. She pushed her succulent breasts against his chest, her voluptuous lips only inches away from his face. Teasingly she shoved her knee between his thighs.
"What the fuck are you doing!?", he hissed utterly perplexed. He tried to shoo her away but Shirley only snickered.
"Don't worry, my dear!", she tried to calm him, "I'm not going to do anything drastic. I just want to have a small taste of that lovely cock your sweet wife keeps raving about." She tickled his groin through his underwear. "You know, I'm all on my own in such a big house and sometimes it get's terribly lonely there." A wistful sigh escaped her lips. He tried to shove the busty woman away, but with her right hand on his groin and juicy curves pressed against him she had him firmly fixated against the book shelf.
Finally Mick had to grab her wrists to stop her covetous fingers from roaming any further.
"No! I am happily married, I love my wife and we have a wonderful sex life. Stop it!" he hissed.
Shirley looked down on him as if he was an unruly schoolboy and she the dissapointed teacher. She pouted. Her wet lips seemed even juicier like this.
"Aw, now come on. What's the harm? You did say that you're always happy to help." Her mouth formed into a pert, almost sly smirk. "Or are you afraid what Lena might say?"
Mick attempted to reply, but Shirley was too fast. Her lips were on his mouth before he could make a sound. He tasted her dancing tongue in the brief but tantalizing kiss. When Shirley pulled back he had forgotten what he wanted to say.
