Divorced Neighbor

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I was inspired to write this by the story 'My Naked Husband' published last month

 

This story is a little long, but I hope you'll enjoy it.



My husband and I are generally naked or semi-naked when we're at home. I'm an advertising rep and have to wear business suits to work. When I get home, I can't wait to get all those clothes off. If I put any clothes on it's generally one of my husband's T-Shirts.



Mike my husband is 6'2' and wears an XL shirt, I'm 5'4', so when I wear one it does cover my butt. I get home around 6:00, but Mike doesn't until around 9:30.



About 7 months ago, a divorcee moved into the house next door. She's 38 with 2 teenagers(1 boy, 1 girl). Mike and I are in our mid-40's.



About a month ago I was out in the yard and Sandi (the new neighbor) came over for some chat. I was filling a bird-feeder and, apparently my shirt rose up over my bare self when I reached up to hang it in the tree. Sandi had been over many times before, but I guess I had never done anything before that would show that I was totally naked under my T-Shirt.



I invited her in for some iced tea and she followed me in the house.

After a few minutes of small talk she asked me if I always went pantyless. I told her that not only was I almost always pantyless, but, that I was generally naked when I was home alone.



She said that whenever she had come over, I was always in a T-Shirt.

I told her that whenever I heard the back gate open, I grabbed the shirt and put it on. That way, I would at least be covered no matter who came to the door. She then asked about Mike, and I told her that he gets naked as soon as he gets home, too. She finished her tea and went home.



A few days later, I heard the gate open and grabbed my shirt. When I saw it was Sandi, I decided not to put it on. When she came in, she looked a little startled.



'You don't mind,' I asked, motioning to my nakedness, 'I mean, it's just us girls.'



I finished what I was doing, fixed us some iced tea and sat at the table. After a few minutes of small talk, she asked, 'It doesn't bother you? I mean being naked in front me?'



'Heaven's no,' I answered, 'Why should it?'



'I don't know, 'she answered, 'I guess it's just that I ...'



I then asked her if it bothered her that I was naked and told her if it did I would put a shirt on when she visited.



'Oh no,' she said, 'it's okay.'



As we talked I noticed that her eyes were constantly glancing down at my nakedness. So, after a few minutes I asked, 'Why don't you?'



'Why don't I what,' she answered.



'Get naked,' I said, 'You know you want to.'



I got up, walked behind her and pulled her sweatshirt up over her head. Then I unhooked her bra and pulled it off.



I sat back down. 'Doesn't that feel better?' I asked.



She agreed that it did.



'What about the rest?' I asked.



She looked a little bewildered.



'The slacks,' I said, 'I helped with the top, you've got to do the bottoms.'



She stood and took off the rest of her clothes.



'Let me take a peek,' I said and motioned for her to do a pirouette.



She turned a little red but did it. I told her she had nothing to be ashamed of, that she was in great shape for having two kids.



'In fact,' I went on, 'I sure am glad Mike's not here.'



'Why's that?' she asked.



'Honey,' I said, 'if he saw that naked body, his flag-pole would be a-waving.'



Sandi turned beet red. (And I did notice that her nipples immediately got hard.)



I asked her how long it's been since she had a man, she told me that it had been over 3 years. That her ex was the last and that was long before their divorce.



'Lotsa finger play,' I said jokingly.



Again she turned red.



I stood, grabbed her hand, led her into the family room and had her sit in the recliner.



I sat across from her, spread my legs and started to rub my clit.



I could see Sandi's vulva was already pouting out, her clit was hard, and her juices had started to flow.



'What're you waiting for,' I asked her, 'looks like you're as ready for this as I am.'



Sandi started massaging her tits and squeezing her nipples. I could see that she was watching every move my hands made on my pussy.



It didn't take long for one of her hands to get down to her pussy. She started by squeezing her clit, and each time she squeezed it, she squeezed a nipple at the same time. Before long, one of her fingers found its way inside. Then two...then three.



I started talking dirty to her. 'C'mon baby...you can do it...mmmm baby...do it.'



She was frantically rubbing her clit with one hand while her other kept going in and out of her pussy.



Her muscles were going through spasms and she was bouncing up and down on the chair.



She was moaning, groaning and grunting. I was trying to keep up with her...I wanted to come when she did.



Her leg muscles tightened and lifted her off the chair. She started snorting and all of a sudden she yelped. As her orgasm started, her juices literally shot out a good two feet. 'Oh my god...oh my god,' she kept repeating...she kept coming and coming.



My orgasm was over and she was still frantically fingering...still coming.



I know her orgasm lasted more than a minute. As it subsided, she was making a chittering noise. She finally collapsed back in the chair, she was covered with sweat.



We sat looking at each other for a good five minutes.



'That was absolutely the best orgasm I have ever had,' she said. 'I mean the very, very best.'



'I'm glad,' I said.



'You've done this before,' she went on. 'Masturbated with another woman, I mean.'



'Yes,' I answered. 'You?'



'No,' she answered. 'I've often wondered what it would be like, but didn't know how to approach another woman about it.'



'I kind of sensed that,' I said. 'That's why I took the lead.'



We sat there a few more minutes when she said that she'd better be getting home. When she stood, she stumbled around a bit. She made her way to the back door, seemingly in a daze.



'Hey,' I said holding up her clothes, 'don't you think you better put these on.'



She started giggling, 'Oh yeah, I forgot.'



Next time I'll tell you how Mike got involved.

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