I was in the backyard cleaning my car, wearing only the bottom half of my bikini. The backyard was surrounded by a 6' wooden picket fence and with very few trees, the neighbours could see in, if they looked hard enough. Today was a scorcher and I had plans of taking a quick dip in the pool after my car maintenance. I was leaning over the bonnet, giving it a...
Of course, it was something that would happen: it was inevitable she would meet her new neighbour. They lived next door to each other, after all, admittedly in a part of suburbia where the houses were large and the gardens generous. They were not cheek by jowl. Perhaps he had knocked on her door when first moving in: only she had been out. Really, she should...
It was anything but some seedy club, merely the back entrance to an office block. There was no one at reception at that early hour and only Sal and her neighbour in the lift. It was one of those well mirrored lifts reflecting back images of herself -- and her neighbour -- mirrors facing each other and therefore reflecting multiple images back and forth so th...
The implication of her neighbour's question was obvious - "Does anyone else wish to pose with Sal?" It would not simply be posing nude with Sal: there would be an erection and more. You could have heard a pin drop. Nobody said a word. It was an invitation to fuck or be fondled or sucked by Sal - nothing more and nothing less. "Well, if no volunteers, I'll d...
This is a work of fiction and is my own work but is based on a conversation I have had with Estela and Carlos. This is Estela's fantasy. I'm a sexy, fifty-two-year-old mother of three. Recently, my husband and I moved into a new area. We now live in a small apartment block in the coastal town of Italy. The apartment, itself, is not new. In fact, it is qui...
This is a true story of lust and longing that an older married man has for his sexy single neighbour and how this develops into an obsession for him. I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, on my stories or please feel free to email me. Chapter 01 - The Beginning My wife no doubt thought that I fancied Stacey but she clearly never knew the len...
The green corduroy jacket hung in the wardrobe in Sal's bedroom nestled between her own clothes. It was a strange intimacy with a piece of male clothing from a man she really did not know at all well. One thing if it belonged to a boyfriend or a lover, a husband even, but quite another for just a neighbour. Perhaps she should have hung it in one of the spare...
"OMG, what the fuck is going on here?" My wife shouted out as she stood with the bedroom door wide open and with a look that could kill. Oh sorry I was getting a little bit ahead of myself here, before I carry on with my story let me tell you a little about my wife and myself. My with Kathy is 38 years old and stands at 5' 10" tall in her stocking feet. She...
Part III Several days passed, there had been another meeting of the photography club and, also, a weekend at a bird reserve with her camera and binoculars. Sal had even swum in the sea from the adjoining beach. It had been very much a family beach, but she had wondered what she would have thought had it been one of those naturist beaches. Had she not been w...
The late afternoon sun streamed through the willows at the far end of the garden, branches tossing in the mid-Summer breeze. A lawn, the grass a little too overgrown, stretched from the willows to a patio where stood a disused brick barbeque unit. Here and there a few rogue weeds had broken through small cracks in the stonework. Potted plants and hanging bas...