My upstairs neighbor

        I am a young woman of 29, pretty enough, well done to my person. I love life, but life does not seem to like me. I lived alone, simply because I felt a little “blocked” sex side. I do not know why, but I feel guilty … I did not dare. It must be said that since my teens, I could never talk to anybody anything that is related to sex. My family was very modest, very religious, and my mother jeered me whenever small secrets easily concealable seemed animate my relationships with my girlfriends. My nights were sometimes long, populated many question marks. Fortunately, since the age of 16, I learned to enjoy myself, still only course in the evening in bed, or when my parents were away. That’s my secret garden, garden I would have liked to share with someone …

     I found once in their affairs dirty magazines, and it excited me particularly. I actually look forward to one day meet someone safe enough to receive my confidences. Because I had questions, secrets, and no one to share them. At 22, I had to go abroad in a very religious country. The work team was just nice and for two years it did not happen. The men who worked with me were rude, little fun and evening, drank a lot. As for the other women, or they were ugly, or they were married, and in these countries, we must never give the stick to get beat. Returning to France, it was depression, loneliness, long evenings with nothing: no friends, no tenderness … And I had to satisfy my urges all alone, a little ashamed every time.

     And then everything changed when, during a move to a new job, I met some really nice neighbors, Françoise and Marc. Françoise was a pretty little woman, about my age, brown hair cut very short. She was cheerful, dynamic. Marc was asked, quiet, seeming not to miss an opportunity to relish the blessings of life. Tolerant, with a very liberal view of things in life, they seemed, both, actually complicit in their existence. And vitality easily shone around them: especially me whose life had hitherto been so dark. We made several sets outings, weekend, and Françoise came to see me often in my apartment, when Marc was leaving on tour. She was gentle, kind, considerate. The contact went very well and our hearts will soon open. She told me one afternoon that she was really happy with Marc, because he was very attentive to her, and above all … and she giggled, laughing:
     – It is my great love … and very often does she added
     – Ha good! And what often? I asked, surprised by the hint
     – Well almost every day … but you know … she clarified the tone of confidence, the days that I prefer is when he comes back after three or four days tour. For there, on returning home, he is in great shape, ready for any eccentricities. It’s awesome ! And you, where are you? You have a friend ?
     – No, unfortunately … I confessed
     – You’re not hurt yet, she said, approaching. It’s amazing that a man does not make you proposals …
     – Yes ! There was, but it was not like I see in my head …
     – And how do you see in your head?

     There, I did not dare answer. Because it was so confusing … Françoise came close, gave me a kiss on the forehead:
     – Do not worry Agnes, luck always ends up turning. Do not get worried … But the fact … A long time ago that you alone?
     – Yes, about five months …
     – Five months !! And for five months … you did not …
     – Well no ! I admitted sheepishly. Well … sometimes I …
     – From masturbate? she said by sticking against me. And this please? I was almost petrified by such remarks. This had never happened to me. She noticed it because it gave me:
     – You know, Agnes, made the jump, releases you, and you will see the good that it does. We must talk about these things, even if it hath always learned not to do it … It’s part of the things of life. You know, before I met Mark, I was a bit like you, and then we grew up … I am no longer ashamed of my body or with Marc, nor with anyone. Here, look ! Please, my body?

     And she began to twirl in front of me in a nice little dance. I recognized that she was ravishing in her little dress. I did not know what to say. If on seeing it put me at ease, kissing me gently, pulled me on the couch, sat down against me, thigh against thigh and the tone of confidence, looking me in the eye:
     – Listen Agnes! If you want, I can trust you too full of stuff, and you can do the same. I swear this will remain between us. Perhaps you have very intimate things to tell me, do it now, it will do you good.
     I stammered, not knowing conceal my disorder n:
     – But how to say things … that I have kept for myself, and … that are … really … very intimate?
     She put her hand on my neck, gently pulled my head to hers, put his forehead on mine. It felt good. His eyes on mine … she whispered:
     – Make the jump! Do not have more fear … fear of revealing your secret garden. Look, I’m not afraid … I’m not afraid to tell you that I too … I love masturbating me … I’m not afraid to confess that I love that, and I do it very often … and I like it … a lot to tell you … and do … it pleased me to receive such confidence. Savoring the moment …
     – Do not close your eyes … if you want … There comes a desire … I’m sure it would please you if I very simply showed how I do it … There was another silence. .. I did not know what to say … But I was there to hand a fantasy that often tortured my mind: see a woman masturbating … in fact, see the fun … me. .. And she continued:
     – And I’m sure you really want to see me enjoy myself … Is not it? … That’s it, you feel like that I motion before you?

     My forehead still resting against his, I did not dare move. But she must have felt very timid acquiescence of my head. I looked down, and saw undo one by one the buttons of her dress, to the top, revealing her thighs, a little blue panties, her belly and her beautiful bare chest. A torrid silence in the room … Then that same hand stroked the breasts, lingering on the nipples that were big. She licked her fingers and put them right on the nipples, rotating them … I was fascinated because I felt myself almost caresses that I knew so well … Then his hand went to the belly … She in turn had closed his eyes, surrendering slowly to pleasure.
     – Look, she whispered.
     And belly, his hand crept slowly into the panties … She gently pushed, then her thighs strongly and I saw his hand to his pants, a gesture that I knew well, starting to feel the pleasure that she gave and I gave myself for so many years. But this was the first time in my life I saw him do. She always kept her eyes closed, her breathing began to change. His fingers on my neck tightened. She shook conscientiously, is working well into his or her fingers … I could not see. But I saw the fun ride, I could see all that is hidden grow shamelessly before me. I saw Françoise show me unashamedly his solitary pleasure, her orgasm, this thing so intimate, so good … She moaned and without interruption, his eyes still closed:
     – Oh that’s good … It’s good to show you! Look, I’m going to explode in front of you … Oh yes, that! Come … Françoise! I enjoy … yes … yes … you like it?
     I dared confess:
     – Oh yes, I like ca … I like to see you do … Continue …

     But … She had to stretch his lips, eyes still closed … She expected me kiss … and I could not resist. My lips landed softly on hers, and it was an amazing kiss, full of sweetness, tenderness, and promises too. I kissed for the first time a woman without complex, is sent into the air to show me and make me happy. It was just fun, entire, fragile and persuasive both. I was following the stream, I had pleasure to accompany orgasm she told me