The Neighborhood Lady

Hey, guys. This is your writer again, with one more story up his sleeve.This would be long but I’m sure you’d be entertained, so don’t hesitate to put your hands down your pants right now and wait for the good part.

So to y’all folks who asked where I am from, I’d just squeeze a little anonymity out of my sleeve. I’m a guy, aged 20 and I live in Chennai. The rest of the story, the characters, the places and everything would be anonymous. So let’s get into the story now.

This happened like 6 months ago. Since I have a car I do have the habit of changing tires often. There used to be this fine lady, I never asked her stats, because stats don’t arouse you. The way she moves her labia down your cock does it better. She never used to look at me, nor me at her. Just a plain old neighbor woman who happened to live few houses away from mine.

Everything was pretty much normal until this incident happened. One day, like pretty much a normal day, I was changing my car’s tires as often. And this lady happened to go past me, in a slow way. I was done with the tires and was getting up to clean things and get my car ready. Accidentally she came close to me and we were close enough to bump, later adjusted ourselves and made sure it didn’t happen. We were too close to each other, that the situation a few seconds after that was awkward. We finally got our senses back and decided to move our ways apart. That day changed everything. Since she lived nearby to my house, she often used to cross my place and whenever we happened to meet each other, we’d smile. The good gracious neighbor smile. No strings were attached. It was still a plain and flat story.

Slowly the smiles escalated and we happened to talk one day after I saw her in a local shop. I asked her whether I could drop her home and she said she was fine. She had two bags with her and I said to her that if she didn’t get into my car, I’d have to walk along her. She hesitated initially but then obliged after persistence. She got into my car and I dropped her home. She invited me to her house for a cup of coffee that day. So I obliged and went along with her. She changed herself into a tee and a track pant and made coffee for us. She properly introduced herself and told that she lives with her mother and her daughter and that her husband is out of town most of the time. I smiled. There was nothing else happening. I took the coffee from her hands, exclaimed that the coffee and the smile of her was good. While leaving I asked for her contact, to which she gave me her number. I texted her by the evening to say thanks for the coffee and she thanked me instead for dropping her home. Our texts were subtle and nothing more happened after that.

Few days passed and we didn’t talk much. The other day I happened to see her with her daughter. To affirm that, I asked her about her daughter and she said she studied in UKG in the nearby school. Then the conversation went about how her daughter was born, she likes and dislikes and slowly shifted to her husband. When I asked about her husband she said theirs were a love-arranged marriage and that she loves him too much. Slowly she started to talk about him and eventually ended up saying sometimes, she misses him and feels lonely without a man presence. I comforted her saying that if she needs someone, I’d be there few houses away. She replied I can’t be there for everything for which I assured her that I’d try to be there for whatever she wants.

This is when our talks escalated. We became more and more close every passing day. This went on for a month and I went into my semester holidays. Pretty much every day I spend in my house alone was boring. So my texts with her had started becoming more and more frequent. She used to call me home to have chats occasionally and I used to go to her place. Our relationship started to get more friendly, and she started to open up more towards me. She used to take her bath when I’m at her home and both of us never had any wrong intentions for each other. Then one fine day, she asked me can I take her out shopping as she needs some new clothes. I said I’d be there by 10 minutes and asked her to get ready. When I ringed her bell she was still dressing up. She wore a read saree and was in half the way draping it around herself. She asked me to hold the end as she adjusted the pallu. Since the saree was a bit tight, she asked me whether I could insert it into the gap between her hip and the saree. Accidentally, my fingers touched her cold navel and I could sense her shudder at the contact. I removed my hands by accident and she finished draping her saree. We headed out to the shop.

She decided to try a few sarees. She was trying few of them on and asked me when she was confused between a green and a yellow one. I asked her to try the yellow one on. So she went into the trial room, changed into the yellow and showed me how it was. I told you look gorgeous. She blushed and said that she’d take this one then. The shopping was over and I dropped her home. Later during the night, she texted me asking whether the saree was good. The conversation went something like this.

She: Was the saree really good?
Me: Yes. It was too good. In fact you should try more of these yellow ones on. It looks really great on you. You looked really gorgeous.
She: Haha. Don’t be kidding. I know I’m not that good looking.
Me: Well, sometimes women don’t know everything. You did look pretty and hadn’t I known you before, I’d have loved to stalk you around for a bit. Maybe ask you out on a date too.
She: Well. That escalated quickly. So what else did you want to do?
Me: What should I say? The truth? Or the lie?
She: Haha. If it’s good I’d listen to whatever you say.
Me: Lol. If you’d have let me, I’d have loved to try drape that saree around you. It’d be a dream if that happened. Would you let that happen?

She: You of all guys has the weirdest dreams.
Me: Yeah I know. I just dream too much. In fact, there was a dream where you’d walk alongside me with a saree, and I’d be holding your waist when you’re doing so.
She: Haha.

Me: Well, you haven’t replied to my last text. Would you let me drape you someday?
She: I thought you were kidding. Are you serious?
Me: I sure as hell am. I badly want to see you getting dolled up from your innate beauty.
She: Haha. Okay then. If it’s between us, we could make it happen sometime soon.
Me: Why soon? I’d love if it happens right away. Tomorrow? What say?
She: Okay. Drop by 11 tomorrow morning.

Me: I’d be waiting.

And then the conversation went on for a few more texts and we bid goodbye to each other.
The next day, I decided to get to her place a bit early. I had a shower, dressed up and rang her bell by 10:30 knowing everyone would leave by 10 at the max. She was still in the kitchen, cleaning things up as she opened the door. She opened the door and smiled at me. I smiled back and sat on the sofa. She came nearby and asked what do I want to have. I winked at her and said, if you’re going to give anything standing close to me, I’d accept whatever you give. She smiled and said that I’d get what I wanted, but to be patient for now.

She finished her kitchen work and got into the bathroom for a quick shower. It was an impatient twenty minutes after which I heard her calling out my name. I went near the door and asked her does she want me inside. She said to stop imagining and asked me to get her towel. I did so and gave it to her. She moved the door aside a little bit and took the towel off my hand, not letting me to witness any more of her. I left the room and a little bit later she called me.

I went in and she was standing with a red saree in her hand, dressed in a matching petticoat and a blouse. I was stunned looking at her. She was fresh out of the shower, and that red bindi she had on her forehead aroused me tons. She knew I was getting steamy every passing second and called me near her. She told me that she’d teach me how to wear this one, and then I could drape the yellow saree around her all by myself. I was completely numb back then. She took my hand, made me catch the tip of her saree and guided it into her navel all the way till my fingers touched her panty. I retreated with a jerk. Even she didn’t expect that. Then it went on slowly, I moved my hands over her body, tightening my embrace with her with every inch the saree was draped over her. With every second passing, I became more and more close to her and when the saree was tugged into her navel for the final time, we weren’t ashamed of each other.

I moved aside and complimented that if she was unmarried i’d have wanted to have her right now. She blushed and moved to the wardrobe to fetch the yellow saree. I was waiting to savor the moment again and that’s when I spotted a bit disappointment on her face. When asked, she told that since the saree is new, she doesn’t have a blouse to match and asked me what to do. I smiled, moved towards her and said then don’t wear one. She blushed and looked aside. That fair skin made her cheeks more red.

I slowly tugged at her saree and started undressing her. She pushed me away and said that she’d do it. When she was again in her blouse and her petticoat, she paused a bit. I moved forward and caught the hook of her blouse. Slowly, I undid it and let it fall to the ground. She was blushing completely and was breathing heavy and hesitated to turn. Her red bra was evident that she thought the red saree would take the game all the way till climax. I slowly bent forward and blew into her bare back. She shivered. I took the saree from her hand and started draping it slowly around her. This time, unhesitating, I made my hand go all the way below her navel, deep into her panty. It was all wet by then and she again shuddered. I slowly removed my hand and started to drape her. Slowly, making her spin in my arms with every turn I made with the saree. Our breaths were heavy, and the heat was intense. I made sure that I exhaled into her neck, back, and her bosoms every time she spun around. These were completely new for her and she started to get intense really soon. Finally, the saree was done and I draped the other end into the straps of her bra. Slowly I moved away from her. She got her hands on her face and started to blush intensely.

I removed her hands and bent forward and kissed her nose. I said that she looked intense right now and her beauty was beyond measure. She bent towards me and put her arms around my neck. I slowly whispered into her ears that if she let me go forward, I’d make her look more pretty. She whispered back after few seconds. ” Don’t ask me”. She paused and continued. “But do it a little slow. It’s been three months”.

That was all I wanted. I slowly unhooked her bra and let it dangle midway. I kissed her forehead, bit her cheeks and kissed her neck. She shrieked, moaned and bit my earlobes every time I cupped her neck with my mouth. I did her neck, the back where her bra strap held it’s placed. Then I slowly turned her around and took her lower lip in my mouth. She was smiling when I took her lip. I chewed it slowly and then she got intense. She pushed me towards the bed and got on top of me, withering her bra away. She caught my neck and started chewing me. I remembered her saying to go slow and now, her mood has changed. She was getting violent every passing minute.

She tugged at my tee shirt and made me remove it. She bent towards me and started kissing me all over, biting and pulling my nipples. I caught her midway and turned her around and took her breasts into my mouth. I started cupping and sucking them with my mouth, biting and pulling her nipples at the same time. She caught my hand all of a sudden, pulled her petticoat upwards and let my hand slide in. She had removed her panties while toppling me over. With one push she slid my right arm inside her wet cunt. First, it was one finger. Then she made me go two. Finally, she made me go three fingers into her and started to move my hand vigorously.

She was one beast in bed. Slowly I was giving her the pace she needs and she removed her hand and caught my face with it. She pulled my face towards her and started to bite my lips pulling it hard. I was aroused with everything she did. She bit my lips. Took both lips into her mouth. She sucked my tongue like a hungry wolf. She went into my pants and caught my dick and was jerking me off like a mad woman crying to shoot my cum over her body. My pace was increasing more and more due to this and finally, she shuddered away shouting my name while she was biting my lips. She slowly collapsed and the grip on my dick was slowly wearing down. I thought that was it for her when she toppled me and got on top of me.

She took my dick and put it in her pussy and started to ride me like a mad woman. She was collapsing but had no interest to let me away. She rode me wildly for five minutes, making me catch her breasts and asking me to tear it apart in the wildest way. I complied to this tigress, because at that point that was all I could do. Five minutes passed and she turned and started to twerk on my lap with my cock inside her. She wasn’t much a pro in it but my dick turned hot as fuck after she started twerking me. I knew I wouldn’t last soon so I toppled her over and started to fuck her wild. She didn’t like me doing that and again came over me, riding me while bending down and taking my lips into her. Two minutes had passed after which she came once more and after a minute, I came with all my force. I looked into her eyes and she replied that her husband would come home in two days and she’d have pills later on. We smiled at each other and passed away on the bed with she lying over me, her wet hair all over my face.

When I woke up, she hadn’t dressed still. She was nude with a cup of cold coffee in her hands sitting in a chair opposite to me with her legs folded, crossed over each other. I woke up and sat above properly, letting the beauty of her seep into me.

Seeing me wake up, she parted her legs and placed the coffee between her legs. That was all needed for me. I jumped out of the bed and crawled towards her pussy. She caught me midway, made me stand up, and poured the cold coffee over my dick. The coldness made it lose its girth and as it started getting more flaccid, she took it into her mouth in one swoop. She sucked me hard, like really hard, pulled my balls and then turned more romantic. I didn’t want to climax right then, so we went into the shower. We had a romantic shower session after which we had a small lunch, both of us nude, she sitting on my lap facing me, with my cock inside her pussy the whole time.

I left after that. Two days later her husband came home and said that they were vacating the house as he got admission for their daughter in some school over there. Later he left saying that they’d come back in a week and vacate. She told that she had to bid farewell to her friends properly. So he left and told that he’d come back in two days after finalizing everything and asked her to proceed with the packing. She called me and informed that she’s going to leave the city. We had one wild and one romantic session after that, after which she left the city for good. We were in phone contact for a while and after that, since I changed my number, I couldn’t reach out to her. But forever, she’d still be one woman who went wild over me. Her breasts would continue to make me drool in my dreams.

So, any feedback and comments are due to welcome at [email protected]. More comments would encourage me to pin more stories down, and if any lady wants me to engage a story between us and write it down, I’d be happy to satisfy your hunger. Any woman who wants to have a nice seducing talk, any woman around Chennai who wants their sexual thirst to be quenched, can mail me in the above ID as well. I’d love to create more stories with more women because that’s what propels me to write.