A neigbour in need - tenuous beginnings
A tenuous start
The other morning on my way back from dropping the kids at
school, yes I do sometimes have to spend my valuable time
on activities such as these; I noticed my neighbors car
standing at the side of the road with obvious breakdown.
I take good care of cars and have them in mint operating condition,
so I do not have much sympathy for idiots who find themselves
in situations such as these. But this neighbor was worth
my attention as she was in her late 30ties, approximately
1.8m with long athletic legs and a fairly firm butt. ( I had
noticed her at the pool every so often during the summer
)
As the car was blocking the early morning school traffic,
I offered to tow it to her house just a couple blocks down
the road. Which I promptly did my 4x4 making light work
of the Volkswagen.
At the house I maneuvered her car into garage and started
paying attention to her. She seemed somewhat unsettled
by the breakdown experience. I offered to take a quick look
at the car to see if there was something obviously wrong
that could be corrected quickly. So with her behind the
wheel turning the engine I disconnected the fuel hose to
ascertain that the fuel pump was working, which it was squirting
fuel within the engine compartment.
At my signal she stopped churning and joined me at the engine.
Smelling the fuel and seeing fuel dripping from the disconnected
line alarmed her. Spotting an opportunity to get a better
view of her arse I instructed her to hold the fuel line upright
whilst plugging the hole with a finger. She obeyed the instruction,
but in the process had lean far forward as the fuel line is
on the cab side of the transversally mounted engine.
This gave me an excellent view of her but as the white skirt
strained over the firm mounts to the extent that the panty
line of a thong was clearly visible. My penis was hardening
at a rapid pace in the face of such beauty. The fact that her
long athletic legs were visible up to 20cm from her buttocks
and that her hamstrings were taught with the strain of leaning
forward accelerated the pace of my erection.
I moved in next to her and started loosening the distributor
cap and in the process discovered that the cord feeding
from the high-tension coil was loose (information that
I chose not share at this point). Thus standing next to her
I started investigation the high-tension electrical
system that necessitated that I rub against her stomach
and chest as she was bending forward over the engine holding
onto the fuel line. Rubbing my arm (my hand on the electrical
cord) down the side of her right flank, over her stomach
just under the rib cage and up the rib cage just touching
her B breasts did not seem to upset her as a matter of fact
I moved my arm very slowly and I was certain that her breathing
became deeper and even accelerated somewhat.
In an effort to examine the air conditioner wiring (I was
out of sensible wiring to explore as I pushed on with my opportunistic
plan) I moved in behind her, squatted with my face just above
her bum, next to her hip, my left shoulder pressing against
her buttocks and my left hand holding on to the car on her
left, this gave the opportunity to not only inspect her
legs from slightly below (I could see all the way up those
smooth legs up to the start of those firm, tanned buttocks
), but gave the chance to rub my chest and upper arm against
her buttocks, which I did with increasing intensity she
was still holding onto the fuel line, but a rush of blood
was starting to color her neck slightly pinkish.
Feeling ready to burst, I straightened up behind her, dropping
my left hand onto her left buttock. She straightened up
somewhat and was about to protest as all decent women should
do. I did not give her the opportunity. With my body pressing
against her, my left hand circling her left buttock I gruffly
interrupted her uncompleted protest by repeating the
instruction to hold onto fuel line she stopped her protest
and held onto the line for dear life.
Whilst my left continued the exploration of her buttock
above the skirt and upper thigh below the skirt, my right
started exploring her upper arm, right flank and rib cage,
just missing the breast at every pass. My face was in her
neck, just over the right shoulder and I was whispering
in her ear how important it was to hold onto the fuel line
and reaffirming her earlier fear that that the spilled
fuel could ignite and destroy her car. Reaffirmed by my
combined instruction and motivation she stuck to her task
of holding up the fuel line, but her breathing was as rapid
as mine and I could feel her rapid heartbeats through her
rib cage as my chest pressed into her ribs.
I slipped my left hand, which was caressing the rear and
inner of the left thigh, high enough for my finger to trace
the juncture of thigh, panty rim and pussy lips, which started
an objection from her I sensed from her body language.
As I sensed an objection starting I slid my right hand onto
her right breast and gave a firm squeeze whilst firmly repeating
the instruction to hold onto the fuel line. The objection
was never raised and she started relaxing and her body became
more responsive to my touch.
My right hand was now caressing her right breast, my palm
was cupping the underside whilst my fingers was drawing
patterns around the top and sides, being careful not to
touch the nipple until I could sense the tension that had
build there. Every touch and twist of the little erect nipple
brought a moan.
My left hand in the meanwhile was exploring the length of
her outer pussy lips through the cup formed by the front
of the thong. I was running two fingers up and down her outer
lips, very slowly, one on each side of the pussy. This pussy
was getting real hot, up to the point of pulsating.
I was still whispering words of encouragement in her ear,
urging her to hold onto the line, reaffirming that she was
doing a good job and that we would have car up and running
in no time at all.
With the pussy pulsating under my left hand I decided it
was time to move on. My right hand found its way under her
blouse, exploring the bare skin up from the hip, over the
rib cage and up the valley between her breasts, whilst every
so often it would caress a breast through the lace of her
bra.
The two strong fingers on my left found their way under her
thong, on the left side and from the rear going forward.
The middle finger was running up and down her still closed
slit, up and down from the rear to the start of the clit, just
touching the inside of the outer lips and rubbing the protruding
portion of the inner lips (my neighbor was one of those pointy
nosed, full upper lip women with long inner pussy lips that
protrude past the outer lips) spreading the moisture up
and down, lubricating this throbbing heat engine for what
was to come.
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