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By *tew1985 OP Man
over a year ago
Near You |
About 2 months ago the flat beneeth me was bought by a couple as a holiday flat. The couple who moved in are both in their early to mid 50s, both early retired and don't have kids. The husband Mark is about 5ft 11 and showing signs of a mid life spread around the middle, broad shouldered, well tanned and receding slighly. Nice friendly bloke. Steph is about 5ft 2 and appears to spend most of her time at the gym or at the salon and is absolutely immaculate to look at. Big bust but not out of proportion and is very forward and bubbly. We often speak on the way in and out the flats and until very recently that's all it was. We get on well and they seem like great people. I was coming back from the pub about 11pm of a Friday night and found Steph in the sun room conservatory type thing on the ground floor. She was facing away from me but I could hear her sobbing. Not wanting to just walk past and ignore her I asked if everything was ok. After she looked up and started spreaking it was clear she was well on her way to being d*unk. She was telling me how her and Mark had fallen out and that she was really un happy. Her mouth got a bit loose and she began to tell me how Mark doesn't look at her anymore or say nice things. They hadn't had sex for nearly 2 years. I was a bit taken a back a wasn't sure what to say. Being a bit merry myself I told her everytime I see her dressed up or in her gym stuff I fantasise about what I'd like to do with her. Before I could stop myself it was done, no taking it back, I had let my guard down and the situation got awkward quickly. I suddenly felt very sober and un easy so made my excuses, fumbled an apology and scarpered. As you can imagine I started to avoid them. Had she remembered what I'd said, did she tell hubby. All badness. About a week later I was leaving for work and as I got to the bottom of the stairs I was met by Steph looking a little awkward. We were polite but both looked down and I mumbled another sorry. As we passed she asked sharply what time I would be home from work. I turned and answered about quarter past 5. She then said ok, come to the door on your way in. All day at work I was thinking is Mark going to beat me, is she going to tell me I was out of line or might I get lucky. I got home and knocked the door as asked. I was shaking with nerves, palms all cold and sweaty. It felt like an eternity for someone to come to the door. My heart was pounding as I hate confrontation and the un knowin. Steph opened the door in a little sexy as hell nighty, big curls in her hair smelling lovely. She looks gorgeous, the nighty was fitted yet loose but showed her off in all her glory. She was still being a bit short with me but invited me in. I went in and closed the door, confused as hell. She said Mark was away back home for the week leaving her in the holiday flat. She said very little but offered me a drink. Still shitting myself I said yes thanks and a beer arrived for me and very large glass of white wine for herself. She asked me to sit down so I sat at the very far end of the couch amd she sat at the other, awkwardly facing each other. She then asked if I had meant what I'd said the other night, still being short with me. I hesitated as I wasn't sure what the right answer was. She then asked "well". I thought fuck it, in for a penny and all that. I said yes I meant every word and more. I think you're gorgeous and I think about fucking you all the time. I imagine how you taste, I imagine the noises you would make when I fuck you, I think about how your mouth would feel when we kiss. All of it, it's all true and I'm not sorry for telling you. She took a deep brearh in through her nose and let it out slowly. She was shaking a little but her face didn't give much away. She took a large gulp of wine and said she had been married to Mark for over 25 years and had never once thought about cheating on him until she moved in here. Then she said she hadn't felt to touch of a man for nearly 2 years and is far to close to boiling over. She put her wine down, crawled across the sofa and flung a leg over to straddle me. She tilted her head and lent in for a kiss. There was so much tension in the room. We were kissing very passionately, lots of breathing and tongue action. She was grinding on my croch and I could feel myself getting hard very quickly. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. |
