Coffee with my neighbour

I have been living in the same neighborhood for the past 12 years and I thought I knew everyone that lived near my house, turns out that I didn’t. Last year around fall I was outside waiting for my daughter in the car when I saw a young couple exiting a home few houses down to walk their dog. She was tall, thin and elegant, kind of reminded me of an Italian model I probably saw in some fashion magazine. He, on the other hand, was of dark skin and had this way of walking that seemed really appealing to me. To my surprise they walked up to my car with their dog and asked me if I had a hammer and a ladder that they could borrow to put up a new lighting system in their living room.

I had the hammer and the ladder in the garage but just then my daughter walked out. I told them to stop by in the afternoon around three o’clock so that I could lend them the things they needed. I took my daughter to school and on my way home I picked up some groceries and went home.

The couple arrived at three like they had said they would. I led them to the garage and showed them the tools and the things my ex-husband had left there. The picked out a few things and were very kind, so I thought to let them borrow them.

A few days later, the tall Italian model-like woman knocked on my door.

She asked me if I would like to come over for come coffee and of course I said yes. We walked over to her house together; they had a lovely home and were redoing the living room and the kitchen. She told me that they had moved there 2 years ago and she had seen me several times with my children and wondered what I did. I told her I was a self-employed mom and I spent most of my days at home working.

She invited me to sit in her kitchen where they had a small breakfast bar that opened up to the living room. She served me the coffee with a really delicate gesture and gently brushed my hand as she did so. I smiled and didn’t think much of it. We had our coffee with a delicious chocolate cake that she had made while we kept talking about our lives and our projects. I enjoyed her company that day and told her I would visit her again the following week.

The days went by and I would frequently have coffee and cake with my new friend. Until one day, while we were having coffee like we usually did she not only brushed her hand against mine which was turning into something normal between us but she took her hand toward my chin and held it oh so gently that it was soothing and exciting. I looked at her and she smiled.

We would always talk real close, our bodies would be touching and times, but this… the way she held me that day, the way her eyes locked with mine, it was intimidating. Although, I felt safe and I knew I desired her.

I guess she noticed when I flushed.

My heart started pounding and I had no idea what to do, I mean, I hadn’t been with a woman ever and it had been almost a year since I had slept with somebody. So my head was racing and I couldn’t avoid closing my eyes. When I did so, she leaned in and kissed my cheek and said, “Your skin is always soft”. I smiled again with my eyes still closed and thanked her for the compliment.

We finished our coffee and sat there smiling at each other. I had to leave to pick up my daughter and one the way back from her school I kept asking myself what would happen next. I mean, she’s married and I am no gay. Or am I?

She called me the next day to invite me over for a drink, it was Saturday and I could get a babysitter. I saw nothing wrong with this because her husband would be there and maybe it was just a weird thing that happened that day and that was it.

I walked over to her house around 8 pm that night after having a light dinner because I didn’t want to look bloated and giving the babysitter strict instructions to put my daughter to bed at 10 and that I would be home around 11. I walked up the stairs to her house I noticed I was that I was too self-conscious and wondering if I was dressed for the occasion, whatever occasion this could be.

She let me in like she normally did. I was nervous, extremely nervous but I knew I could leave if I wanted to. Turns out that I start to make small chat while she walks over to the kitchen and takes out a wine bottle and two glasses. “Two glasses?” I thought. Well maybe her husband is upstairs and she will serve him his drink once he walks down. She walked over to where I was sitting and handed me my glass.

“Should we cheer?” She said

“To friendship” I said as I raised my glass.

“To us” She said and our cups clinked together.

I was still extremely nervous I hadn’t seen her since that intense moment together in her kitchen. I kept my eyes on my glass I could feel her observing me. Waiting for me to look at her, I couldn’t help it. My heart beat fast and suddenly I felt her hand over mine.

“We are alone tonight… I hope you are alright with that.”

Her hands were warm and as I stood up to play hard to get, she reached for my arm and all of the sudden I found myself face to face with her. My glass stood firmly between the two of us and my breathing turned into a soft pant. I wanted her.

She leaned in and kissed me, just a soft kiss on the lips as she took her glass to her mouth.

“Just tonight, I want you tonight.” She kissed me again holding my head with her free hand. I pressed her against me, almost breaking my glass as I did so. She was wearing a loose blouse and tight pants. Her ass was tight and perky and I let my hands slide up her shirt and noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. I had never felt another woman’s back, much less her breasts but hers were small and fit perfectly in my hands.

The wine glasses ended up on the coffee table.

We didn’t speak for about an hour, all we did was explore our bodies. She was sure of what she was doing, I was too embarrassed to ask with how many women she had been, and it was obvious I wasn’t her first.

That night I had worn my hair up in a bun and I had decided to wear my favorite jean blouse with a belt and simple sandals. When she laid me down on her sofa and took off my shoes it was easy for her to ride her hands up my legs into my thighs, she did so while sucking on my toes in a way that I instantly wet myself. She continued to kiss me and rube me until removing my underwear.

I could feel her breathing hard over me and I wanted her more, I wanted to feel her inside me as if she were a man and just then she put her mouth on my vagina and slid her tongue inside of me. With one hand she stimulated my clitoris and the other one she stimulated hers. I had never had an encounter like that, I wanted to touch her, so I but my fingers inside her warm and wet vagina.

She moaned and that excited me even more; I tried to get my hand to her anus to stimulate her and that´s when she found my g-spot. She was kissing me and stimulating me in a way I didn’t know possible, I found myself cumming hard. I thought maybe the entire neighborhood had heard me.

She kissed my nipples while I was cumming and held me tight to her body, my fingers were still inside of her ass. I tried to finger her using my thumb in her pussy and my index finger up her ass and that´s when I felt it throbbing. She bit down on her lip and I knew she had cum as well. We laid there, on top of another just feeling our breathing.    

That night, she made me hers not just once but quite a few times. Our friendship drove apart after that. I guess it could never be the same but she showed me a lot about myself and now I am a more open lover.