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Our Neighbour Helen

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Chapter 1: Chapter 1

I knocked again. Hearing no reply I tried the door, surprised it opened. Helen was a schoolteacher, quite prim and proper and always on top of security. She’d had a close call with one of her students almost being abducted and since then had made it a rule to always be on guard.

So it was with trepidation I entered, unsure of invading her space as opposed to being concerned for her well-being. I did yell out a hello which no one replied to and, with a quick glance around the kitchen to make sure all was in order, I was just about to leave the bag of lemons on the table when I heard faint murmuring noises coming from the direction of Helen’s bedroom.

I knew I should leave but I was intrigued as to who was there with her. I’d been her neighbour for two years and, as far as I knew, she’d never been on a date. She was quite reserved—not rude, just not forthcoming about her own life. Hearing muffled noises as I moved toward the passageway, my curiosity got the better of me and I quietly snuck on.

As I tiptoed toward her room, I hoped none of the floorboards creaked. I saw the door ajar and, with my heart in my throat, I eased closer, hoping whoever was inside wouldn’t see me peeking. I just had to look—one quick look and back I’d go. I realized though the voices I heard actually came from the television.

My heart beat madly. I hoped Helen wouldn’t see me spying, wouldn’t catch me doing this.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I heard Helen moan.

I could tell she had a porno on and must admit was quite taken aback by it. I had no idea she’d be into that sort of thing. Kinky little devil. In bed with someone andwatching porn. It appeared my quiet neighbour had another side to her. Now I was even more intrigued.

“Shit. Relax, relax,” she said. Then, a few moments later, “Hmm, you like what you see.”

I could only hear hervoice and was dying to see what they were doing. Who was in there with her? Holding my breath, I quickly peeked around the door. There, in the centre of the bed, was Helen. She lay back against huge white pillows, her dark hair framing her beautiful face, and she was totally alone.

I had to look twice around the room to make sure there was definitely no one else with her. On the television were two women, and Helen was masturbating, legs open, desperately trying to achieve orgasm.

I pulled back, astounded by what I saw. What did it mean, her watching two women? I hoped—no, prayed—the reason I was thinking was obvious, but how would I know for sure?

“Go on. Look at my pussy. I know how much you want it, but you can’t have it. You can’t even touch it, you can only look,” she said.

I peeked in again. Definitely no one there. She was acting out a fantasy.

I eased my head back out and stood still, flat against the wall. I was less than a metre from her, with just the wall separating us. I was dying to see her, all of her, her open thighs, her pussy, her body. I tingled all over. I wasn’t sure if it was from the fear of being found out or because I desperately wanted to make love to her.

Again she muttered to herself. Quietly stealing another look, I saw her shaking her hand as though it had cramped. I knew that feeling all too well and wondered how long she’d been doing this. She leaned across the bed to the bedside table and I saw her smear her fingers with lubricant.

She wore a skirt and loosely fitted top, and her side profile was pretty much all I could see. I watched longingly as she physically tried relaxing herself. She threw her head back, shaking her hair from side to side, easing the tension in her neck. She opened and closed her fingers, took deep breaths, gave her pussy a couple of smacks before continuing on with her masturbating.

My own pussy throbbed madly. I wanted to join her party. I’d always fancied Helen and had wondered about her sexuality. Now I had this wonderful opportunity and I didn’t want blow it by doing the wrong thing.

I thought about my options. I could quietly leave and never let her know I’d seen her. I could walk in and apologise for not knocking louder. Or I could throw myself on the bed and attack her.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she said, dropping her head back, exposing her beautiful neck as she closed her eyes in anticipation of coming.

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