From neighbours to lovers: A divorced woman’s awakening

Hey everyone, this is Karthi, a software guy working in Chennai. This is a story of how I got into a physical relationship with a neighbour turned friend of mine, Preeti.

Being a regular reader of ISS I wanted to share some of my experience in the real world for you people and I would like to narrate this story from Preeti’s perspective as realistically as possible.

I am Preeti, a 34-year-old divorcee mom with a 5-year-old son. I am a very traditional homely woman working in an accounting firm. Me and my son stay in a gated community in Guindy, with my brother and his family visiting when needed since I am a single parent living alone.

Karthi, a 29-year-old bachelor, stays on the same floor as us. He is a 5 ft 7 in, fair young man with a slender build. We used to just nod when meeting in the lift. We knew nothing about each other before this incident.

One day as usual I was coming to the apartment lift and saw my neighbhour Karthi in it. He saw me coming and held the lift door for me. I got in, exchanged smiles, and thanked him. While I got into the lift, I got a call from my son’s school saying he injured himself while playing and wanted me to come to the hospital as soon as possible. I panicked immediately with fear and tears filling my face.

I wanted to rush to the hospital as soon as possible and was trying to book a cab but was not getting any. Karthi noticed this and asked me what happened. Upon knowing about my son’s accident, he told me it was better to go soon and gave me his car keys. I told him I didn’t know how to drive and hence he accompanied me to the hospital.

On reaching there, we got to know that my son had fractured his arms when he fell down the stairs. I spoke to the doctor and didn’t want to leave my son’s side for even a second.

Understanding this, Karthi assisted me with all the hospital formalities and brought us dinner, medicine, and even fruits by himself.

Since it was late, I thanked him sincerely and asked him to go home. He obliged and I took care of my son that night.

The next morning, he visited the hospital brought us breakfast, and enquired about my son’s health. Seeing his good and helpful nature, I let down my inhibitions and shared about my son and his health conditions. After this incident, we both became good friends and talked for a few minutes whenever we met.

He regularly asked about my son’s arms and health when we met and even played with him on a few weekends while he was recovering and thus my son and him also became good buddies.

Later I got to know that he is a native of Coimbatore and stays alone in Chennai due to his work.

I hosted some lunch sessions with him on the weekend as a thank-you gesture and he helped me whenever my brother or friends were unavailable for any help. Till then, we both had no sexual tension or intention and were good friends till then.

The following week, due to some heavy rains, the ceiling in my house started leaking and we had water all over the floor. I asked Karthi if he knew anyone to fix the leak and he shared some contacts and came with me to enquire with them since he was free and wanted to drive his car before leaving it for servicing. So I agreed and visited a few service shops.

On enquiring with the serviceman, they told us they would need a week to fix the ceiling and they wanted us to stay outside for a week till they plastered the entire ceiling.

This upset me a lot since I was uncomfortable staying in a hotel for a week. Karthi understood my situation and offered his apartment to me for a week. He, also being a decent guy told me he would be staying in his friend’s place for a week and I can have the house to myself with my son for the week. I was happy with the setup and agreed to it after some hesitation. This was great help from his side and he did without putting me in an uncomfortable position.

After this discussion, I and Karthi came to my home to see the status of the house now and Karthi was helping in moving some furniture away from dripping water.

The floor was already wet with rain water and when he tried to walk on it with some heavy furniture, he lost his balance and fell with the full weight of the furniture in his hands. He immediately started bleeding since some nails also cut his arms. I rushed to him, did some first-aid and took him to hospital. While we were traveling to the hospital, we both held hands the whole trip and he was almost half asleep but held a strong grip.

We saw the doctor, and he advised us to rest for a week and not move his hands further since there was a hairline fracture on his hands and legs and multiple stitches near the joints and right hand.

On hearing this, I felt very bad. He had already done so much for us and now he broke his hands also while trying to help me. So I decided to help him for a week by cooking for him and helping him whenever needed. He was a little hesitant at first, but he didn’t have much choice either. So agreed to take my help in certain tasks.

The next day, I dropped my kid off and would go straight to his house, clean up and give him food before leaving to office around 11. For the first day, he started eating with a spoon on his unbroken left hand but kept spilling food on his dress. So the next day, I started feeding him with a spoon. This was when we both started having weird sensations and became a little conscious.

While I was having this feeling, I couldn’t help but not be a little excited about it. I was finally having feelings for a guy after 4 years of my divorce. I really liked him and wanted to be close to him. But I also didn’t want to force anything and spoil the good friendship I had with him and break his trust. So I hid my emotions and tried to be as casual about it as possible.

After eating, he wanted to sit for some time in the sun. So I helped him get up and move to a different place on the balcony. For that, he had to put his left arm around my shoulders to get up. That was when he laid his hands on me for the first time and I couldn’t help but behave like an 18-year-old in love. I blushed with hormones running wild within me and thoughts on what he was feeling about this made me frequently look and analyze his face. He was trying to avoid looking me in the eye and keep a straight face.

While we sat on the balcony, my neighbhour cum friend said thanks for all my help and told me he was in a way very happy to have met with this accident so that he could get time to spend with me alone. While I wanted to get deep into the answer and ask why he said so, I decided to not respond and kept quiet. I couldn’t help but notice his eyes running all over me. I became a bit cautious and wanted to go in. So, I asked and lifted him once again. This time, he put his hand on my hip.

During this time, I was wearing an orange cotton saree which did a good job of covering my chest. But the side of my hips near my belly was exposed.

Coming to my appearance, I am a 5 ft 4 in woman with a brown complexion. I have a slender body and a fair and even face. While I don’t get a lot of attention from public men because of my traditional dress and distant nature, I have always felt I was good-looking and maintained a good figure.

Now, coming back to the story, while I was supporting Karthi to come back inside the apartment, he placed his hands on the exposed side hips of mine. This sent shivers all over my body. And I was pretty sure Karthi also felt that way. But I did not complain and started pulling him a little closer to me with my other hand. Karthi took it as an encouraging sign and as we moved closer to the apartment, I could sense him pressing his hand tightly in my hip. His thumb and index finger started squeezing a section of belly muffin top and I could feel his middle finger reaching back and forth towards my navel.

While I was completely drenched in this newfound pleasure, I couldn’t help but keep evaluating if what I was doing was right or wrong.

Even after the divorce, weren’t I allowed to have a happy life? Will my actions affect my son? Am I spoiling the life of a bachelor by getting involved in his life?

Karthi sensing me deep in thoughts, took his hand from my hips and started maintaining a distance.

We both didn’t speak about that. But I continued to help him in any way possible to accommodate his broken arm. We had dinner regularly together and spoke for hours about our daily lives, work, and family. I got to know that he had a girlfriend for 4 years and had broken up with her a year back due to some family conflicts.

I shared about my ex-husband and the issues due to which we got divorced. He was an alcoholic and was taking this family down the drain with his drug and gambling issues. We separated with the help of my mother-in-law and my brother and moved to a different city to be away from him.

As we slowly started becoming close, we started playing badminton together, going shopping, and sometimes even movies together with my son. Similarly one day we went to Pantaloons clothing together to purchase a dress for me and my son for his birthday. Karthi accompanied me and gave suggestions on picking up a saree and salwar.

While I tried multiple dresses and wore them down to him to get his opinions, I could see his eyes running over my body while analyzing. We both felt the tension when shopping but didn’t take it further till then.

I knew he liked orange, so later I tried an orange saree with a sleeveless blouse and asked for his opinion. He saw that dress and just did not say anything and just took a quick breath for a while and said it was fabulous after being dumb folded for some time. Being alone for over 4 years, this kind of genuine compliment felt very good to me. And this changed something inside me and I decided to let go of my inhibitions.

While trying the dress in the trial room, one of the dresses needed a zip that needed to be pulled up from behind. Since no ladies were nearby, I had to call Karthi. I knew I was making a mistake. But internally, I wanted him near me and convinced myself this was a harmless task with no bad intentions from my side.

I bought a sleeveless top that showed a bit of navel and I was mostly in my petticoat. The zip in the sleeveless top needed to be pulled up. Karthi came near the trail room. I asked him to come and help me with the dress and closed the door.

He came in with a bit of happiness on his face. I turned back and showed him my half-bear back. Karthi complimented that I look slim and even go for a smaller size. I smiled inside but didn’t respond.

He came very close to me from behind and I could feel his breath in my neck. I could feel him pulling the zip up and down taking his time. I asked him what was taking so long and he replied there was something on my back and started caressing my back in the name of cleaning it. Again, I was on cloud nine. I could not believe this was happening even though I secretly wanted it to happen.

Now my bachelor neighbhour started caressing with both his hands on my back and reached my navel from behind through the dress. He was not kidding when he told me I could fit in a dress one level smaller. His entire hands were almost inside my dress now. While he reached and touched my navel, he was fully hugging me from behind. Also, he brought his chin close to my face and placed it over my shoulders and was nearly brushing my ears with his cheeks and beard.

We both reached a point of intimacy where we both need not pretend and Karthi also realized it. His moves were bold now and I started breathing heavily. I was looking at us from the mirror in front of us and getting even more turned on by checking us out the in mirror.

He slowly took his hand up my stomach towards my chest. He started blowing slightly into my ears. I lost it completely now and was sending my hands to my back to find him. I was moving my hips horizontally on his pants and found a huge bulge. He also started throbbing his manhood over my dress.

I found the buttons of his pants from behind and was trying to put my hand into it. And he took one hand from my chest and sent it down my ass. The other hand grabbed one of my breasts over the bra. He sent one finger into the bra to run over my nipples. Like a car wiper, his fingers started to run over my nipples from both sides. And his other hand went down my ass and touched the wet spots of my vagina from behind. He was so gentle and raw at the same time.

After playing like that for some time, I wanted to return the favor so with great difficulty broke the bond and turned back to be face to face.

Karthi held my shoulders on both sides and said sorry if he had forced me into this and that he could stop if that was what I wanted. Hearing this, I understood that this was not just a lusty mistake and that I genuinely liked him as a person. I told Karthi I loved him for the first time and kissed him gently. He kissed back. We didn’t use our tongues and just felt each other’s presence.

The shop was getting crowded and we could hear it from the noise that started outside. I told Karthi, “Let’s go home, I want you fully without any disturbance” and he took a heavy breath and smiled.

Later, we both went home and made love multiple times. And it continued on various occasions. But that is a story for the next part.

Thanks for reading.

Regards,
Karthi

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