Helping my neighbour to feel happiness – Part 2

Greetings to all readers of ISS. Once again, it is Kumar from Bangalore writing. This story is in continuation from the previous part. Please read the previous part to have a better understanding.

The sounds from my neighbour Disha’s residence were audible to me again over dinner after a few days. It occurred to me that I hadn’t been home all these days and, as a result, hadn’t been aware of what was going on in her household. Fighting continued to happen, but I decided to leave it alone because I didn’t want to become involved.

I walked to my room and picked out a book to read. Then I heard the doorbell ring after a time. Considering that it was almost 10:30 pm, I was taken aback. Who might be there now, then?

I got out of bed, moved to the door, and pulled it open. I noticed Disha standing outside. She appeared worn out and depressed. Her presence at my door time shocked me because of the time. She asked me to let her inside by opening the door. I allowed her inside after opening the door. Then she entered and settled onto the couch. I went to my room and got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.

She was seated on the sofa with her head lowered when I returned to the living room and asked, “What happened?”

Then she answered my question. She said –

Disha: I am so sorry for coming here so late.

As she cast me a tearful glance, I felt anxious.

Me: Don’t worry. Tell me what happened.

Disha: I am really sorry to have bothered you at this hour. After we had another argument, my husband left the house, and I have no idea when he will return. I came here because I’m depressed and lonely. I want to talk with you.

This stunned me to hear. I wrapped my arm over her as I sat down on the couch next to her. She began to cry and rested her head on my shoulder. I said nothing and waited for her to stop crying.

She uttered: I don’t know what to do.

She sobbed more, saying: My husband is a cheater, and I don’t know how to deal with it. He no longer loves me, he’s not interested in me, he wants someone else younger than me.

I just listened to her, not knowing what to say, so I remained silent.

She eventually became calm and remarked –

Disha: I appreciate you being there for me. I apologize for troubling you.

Me: Don’t worry, I understand. You can always give me a call if you need someone to chat with.

She said: That’s what I’ll do. Once again, thank you.

Disha thanked me and gave me a quick hug. The hug was so tight that I tripped slightly into the couch. She gave me hugs for a while. For a while, we both sat in the same spot. My hands remained on her back as well. I hadn’t experienced something this wonderful in such a long time.

My dick was becoming hard, and my neighbour could sense it too. She sat on the couch and gradually released me. I took a seat beside her. Our thighs were in contact with one another because we were so close. I could see that she was still silently crying. I took her hand and gave it a gentle kiss.

She asked: What are you doing? (she gave me a startled expression)

Me: I just want to make you feel better.

She said: I am grateful.

Then she gripped my hand firmly, and I reciprocated.

Me: You are a very nice person and don’t worry, everything will be fine. (I comforted her)

I gave her a strong hug and held her once more. She rested her hands on my hips and her head on my chest. We were both getting along with each other by this point. Since the first day, I had a sneaking suspicion that she liked me. I continued to comfort her and kept hugging her.

Her warm breath was so close to my chest that I could feel it. She was crying and said –

Disha: I am sorry.

I comforted her for a while before telling her to stop apologizing to me all the time. Then I made her look at me. While I held her head in my hands, she glanced at me with her large brown eyes after I gave her a forehead kiss.

“Thank you”, she said with a smile. After giving me another hug, she planted a kiss on my cheek. It was considerably more constricted this time around. Her hands were around my waist, and I could feel her boobs pressed against me. She withdrew and turned to face me. Her face was clearly heated, and she was grinning broadly.

Then she whispered softly, “You know, I think I should go home now.”

“Why?” I asked with a small smile on my face. Then I cupped her face and gave her a gentle kiss before she could say anything else. She remained silent and she gave me a more passionate response and began forcefully sucking my lips and tongue.

Then I drew my neighbour towards me and began kissing her neck because I was unable to contain myself any longer. We rekindled our kiss when she let out a small groan.

Our hands were all over each other, and our tongues were dancing together. After a few minutes of kissing, I turned to face her. Her eyes were lustful, and she was breathing heavily. Disha was obviously in need of more. But she was too embarrassed to ask for it.

“Are you certain about this?”, I gently questioned her. “Sure, please”, she said in a low voice. Then I gave her another kiss with a smile. I reached down to touch her behind and drew her in closer. My hard cock pressed against her stomach, causing her to groan.

Her top dropped to the ground when I reached behind her back and undid her button. Then I grabbed her bra from behind and undid it. Her stunning breasts protruded over the limits of her bra. They had hard-as-rocks pink nipples and were firm and perky.

I knelt and put one of them in my mouth, rubbed my palm over the other, and sucked. She raked her fingers through my hair, grunting loudly. I did the same to the other breast after switching. She was breathing heavily now and rested her hands on my shoulders.

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That is the end of part 2 and hope everyone enjoyed reading the story so far. I will continue further in the last and final part and it would be worth the wait. Please feel free to drop your comments or feedback via Hangouts or email at [email protected] and I will respond to everyone.