Good Neighbor

I was always a good neighbor wherever I lived.

Once, I had an apartment across the hall from Maureen. A runner--not
jogger mind you--a runner.

She would go off forgetting her keys and I'd have to let her back in
the building. Then, after a time, she knocked at my door and asked if
I would be around for awhile, Yes? Good. Can you let me back in then?
Carrying keys was such a bother.

And I did.

 From then on this was our routine.

I didn't mind.

I liked being helpful. It had nothing to do with her looks. I didn't
even notice how attractive she was until people pointed it out to me.

She was always so sweaty after all. And so young. These
twenty-somethings were flighty things. Not my cup of tea really.
Though I did like her--- as a friend---as a neighbor.

I began to make her lemonade and refreshments while she ran. She liked
that.

One hot day she declined the lemonade. Too hot and sweaty. No time to
stop and chat. She needed an immediate shower. Very well. Come in.
Wouldn't a bath feel better? I could draw it for her as she sipped.

I would drape a towel over the sofa for her to sit on as I readied the
bath water.

One day as I finished drawing the bath water I came out to find her
naked. Yes. Naked as the day she was born.

I was touched. That she felt comfortable enough around me to sit nude
like that I took as a compliment.

She was too hot to move. The air was on. Perhaps a fan? I asked. 

No.

Something else?

Yes, she smiled and spread her legs. 

Hmm.

Could you come and kneel? Here. Yes. I need your cool tongue to
relieve my hot, sweaty sex.

Yes? I'll certainly try.

She leaned back. Keyed up. She quickly unwound. Closing her eyes.
Putting her head back. My tongue tracing the edges of her lips.
Touching her clit.

I placed the palm of my hand on the meat of her thigh. Hoping not to
bring heat there. Only for balance as I leaned into her niche.

Oh-um, she sighed. Sliding toward me. Opening her knees to me.
Spreading her thighs.

Always glad to be of service I felt doubly good that she confided in
me so completely. The secret of her sex had my trust. I was able to
pleasure her slowly, thoroughly, the way only a good neighbor can. Not
a lover. Not a dalliance. I gave her a neighborly licking of pure
comfort.

Like a cool drink. Like a warm bath. A friendly face.

She spread herself across the sofa like a ragdoll. Loose. Free. 

Her hands lay at odd angles to her slack body. Letting me lick freely.
No need to guide. My guest reveled in the pliant feel of my
accommodating face.

In due time faint ripples of bliss appeared and made their way
throughout her body. No hurry. She lolled along the soft sea immersed
in waves of pleasant relaxation. Buoyed along, letting the sensations
move through her in their own sweet way. Taking their own sweet time. 
She nods and sighs.

Now that the ice was broken completely I not only drew her bath, I
bathed her.

As she lay back sipping lemonade I ran a soft cloth over her, soaping
her body as we had a pleasant chat. Or, sometimes, shared the silence.

More than anything I felt young again. Her youthful bloom had that
effect. When she moved away to get married it was sweet sorrow indeed.

 From the cards she sends at holidays I see she is happy and blessed
with a fine family and many friends.

Once a year she returns to run in the local charity fun run. Her
husband understands when she says it's her time alone.

The whole town turns out to cheer the runners on--- but not me. I'm
home making lemonade. And then running the bath water.

After all these years she's still a good neighbor to me.