One Good Turn Deserves Another

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One Good Turn Deserves AnotherA writer of erotic short stories gets more than inspiration from his neighbour’s daughter….The banging on my front door took me by surprise.I was enjoying my second cup of coffee with the newspaper. My wife was at work. The girls at college and uni. I would get around to writing another smutty story to post on Hamster later. I was thinking three girls on holiday and their van breaking down. Yeah early retirement is bliss when you’re left alone. Still I had the down stairs bathroom renovations to continue with and a garden needing its autumn tidy.I looked at the kitchen wall clock: Geez it wasn’t even nine: a bit early and brusque for an online delivery. God what had the girls been suckered into by internet retail this time. The house was already awash with body scrubs, cosmetics and in vogue for maybe the next month: scented candles. I opened the front door.“Oh thank god someone is home” said Ella looking quite upset, “I called mum’s boyfriend but he had a plumbing job…there is no one to help the poor thing”“Slow down” I said…standing there taking in petite blonde; Ms Ella Haines at her flushed needy best. Closer than I had seen her in a long time. Right now; a young female in distress. What else would a twenty year old girl want with a fifty five year old bloke this early in the day? If at any time in her life?I mean I knew Ella and her mum as neighbours. Just the polite ‘hi ‘and the occasional wave and looking out in general for each other’s place when the other was on holiday.But in reality Ms Haines was just my neighbour’s daughter…a year older than my eldest at Uni. Yeah I knew enough without being a genuine sticky beak…she was a good looking young blonde…that her boyfriend slept over…his panel van in their driveway and she worked at some retail outlet…some greyish and blue uniform top she wore…but her life…her body…beyond me.“There’s a little bird in the wood heater…it came down the flue…its flapping wildly…I’m too scared to let it out…it will fly around the room…I don’t know…Please help.” I saw her eyes well up, close to tears. Yeah guys are suckers for helping little birds.“Okay…I will come over and take a look…I think I know what to do” I said. I put on a pair of shoes from near güvenilir bahis the front door and followed her next door.She was actually still in her pj’s…cute pink flannelette …with little fluffy white lambs cavorting everywhere amongst red poppies. The shape of her butt ill defined in the loose pyjamas. Then a naughty thought crossed my mind…I bet she slept naked when her boyfriend stayed over.Her front door was open. I had never been in the Haines place. My wife had. But that’s women…my Grace had managed to check out the whole cul de sac for one reason or another: friendships- past and present; garage sales, real estate open houses; etcetera. I followed Ella’s long uncombed blonde hair down the hall into the lounge area.I heard the flapping agitated commotion of the bird stuck in the wood heater. It was as I thought: a juvenile starling. The bane of suburbia. Usually nesting under the eaves and lining the pockets of the pest removal guys on a regular basis. This one had come straight down the flue.“It woke me and it looks terrified” said Ella who realised I was looking at her.She was aware finally in her rush; she was still in her pj’s. Modest pyjamas…but not how I usually saw her.“Oh sorry…I didn’t change…I just wanted to help it…I look okay… don’t I” A real query from Ella.I knew what she meant …modest like I had already assessed. The flannelette top giving no hint of her breast shape. Just floppy, comfy pj’s.“Oh sure…you’re fine…I hadn’t really noticed “I lied “Nothing to worry about…let’s get the bird free”I outlined my plan. Simple enough. Close all the curtains. Leaving only the window open nearly opposite the wood heater box as the obvious big chunk of light…And hope the bird had some brains or instinctual reaction when I opened the glass firebox door.Ella was standing on the darker side and near their sofa. I was next to the small glass door. I flung it open.The brainless bird did a swooping loop straight at Ella. Must have thought the poppies were berries. Ella fem-yelped and toppled backwards onto the lounge. I went to shoo the starling but tripped on a recharge power cord and ended up face first in Ella’s spongy tits covered only by soft cotton pink flannelette. The starling was through the open window. Gone. mobilbahis I mentally thanked it. God… Wow… Ella’s chest was cushiony nice. I scrambled off her but she was moving up too and I got the most delectable feel of her nipple as I was back on my feet. Ella was back on hers too but nearly right against me. Not even a rice paper could have fitted between us.I didn’t say anything. But my stare: I suppose she was experienced enough to know the male want look.She said: “I suppose one good turn deserves another” and she unbuttoned her pink cotton top and I wasn’t counting lambs…man oh man did she have perky delicate tits and long pink nipples.“Your mum…your boyfriend” I blurted stupidly. So much for having learnt anything writing erotic fantasy.And just before her tongue tip was in my mouth she said: “Paul… dumped last week” I processed panel van and tagged the name Paul. But I was more interested in my cock which was processing Ella’s magical fingers. She had my pecker out faster than I could have got my own zipper down in the first place.She was immediately cock the****utic. Was I being rewarded for saving the little birdie? Or had accidental touch launched its sexual sway.‘Mmm’ I got out repeatedly.Ella knew how to tug and jerk a guy up and fondle even an aged nut sack. I had no time to feel like a cheating bastard on Grace or consider how I would look; next time I said ‘Hi ‘to her mum; Mrs Caroline Haines.My tongue was reciprocating a salivary exchange with hot blonde; Miss Ella. My fingers were enjoying the fleshy mould and weight of her nubile breasts and her hard long nipples. I wasn’t sure how far she was going to take an old bloke. I could only hope.Hope had nothing to do with it. My pants were down. My basically unknown long haired blonde neighbour was sucking me off with gusto. She had a decadent, full pleasure knob trapping action. My cock tip was so excited.I took the risk. The cock workout was great. But I knew I would never get this chance again. I eased her up and gently removed her Pj top. She was supremely comfortable and confident with her great body. I eased her elastic pyjama bottom down from her hips and then let it slide to her ankles. She stepped out of it.Ella was all eye candy. Flesh shaped for male mobilbahis güvenilir mi lust. Her hips divine. Her little pad of fatty fleshy above her trimmed true blonde pubic mound, so soft to touch. Her navel a slit of immediate pressing fun.Her fuzzy frizzy blonde pubes were exciting to touch. Her pussy lips: dewy, fem-damp, silky sticky and ready. She arched noticeably and gently sighed with my soft touch. God I was tender. Man did I use every pussy pleasing skill I had learnt from listening to women for over thirty years about how they really, really wanted to be touched. Pressure then release, treating the sensitive as super sensitive. Ella was quivering like a personal formed soft mould. Her pussy shaped to my fingers touch.I kept the sensuous kissing and lip nibbling going too. I eased her body over the edge of the sofa. Only a dogging could end this memorably.There is nothing to really say… in words. Words fail before the wonder of urgent, pressing conjoined shared genitals. Ella was a sensational fuck and she really enjoyed it. She had a cock gripping pussy that provided continual rising male satisfaction with each of my generous thrusts.My hands kneading and sliding over her smooth enticing skin… as I nailed her.Pleasure apportioned equally by nature to a man and a woman. No more. No less. But we were both embracing the exponential bliss for two in the minutes
of its binding. She tried to stifle her own pleasure filled moans. But her pink facial flush matched her strewn pj’s.I creamed her good…no problems…a vasectomy has its uses after all. Did I feel good? Hell yes, I was actually deeper into life than one of my own constructed fantasies.A sort of unspoken embarrassment finally hit home as we redressed. We had nothing fastening in life now the sex moment was filled. Human base need sated for two. Nothing followed: we were our socially acceptable; constructed, careful, and clothed: concealed personas again.Ella was polite at her door: “Thank you.” Demure and petite in her pink lambsy flannelette pj’s.And I knew it wasn’t the sex…though I at least; already had that memory stored nicely away…It was the bird.Though just occasionally in life the same word implies a dual meaning. Maybe on a doorstep, maybe not….I was home…my coffee was stone cold…but I had a story worth telling…should I write it.I was considering my options at the computer…Then I was doing what I currently enjoy…sharing human genital awe and reverence.The banging on my front door took me by surprise….

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