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Helen the neighbour part oneHelen the neighbour part one.The names have been changed and the story is half true?We’ve lived in a leafy middle class area for over twelve years, alongside friendly and accommodating neighbours. We socialise with the adjacent neighbours and on speaking or nodding terms with others living close by. A few doors down lived an older couple Helen and Robert. Helen was in her early sixties and Robert was at least ten years older. Both were very friendly and always took time to chat if we met in the street or at the local shops.Over the years we picked up the history of Helen and Robert. This was their second marriage, both retired with c***dren and grandc***dren, lovely home and financially secure. Helen is small and petite and in very good shape physically for her age, bubbly, outgoing with a superb pair of breast. I often wondered if they were enhanced perhaps a gift from Robert because they were so big for her small frame. As time wore on I realised they were all natural, and despite her age I wondered what she looked like naked? Robert was a great character, charming friendly and I’m sure if I knew him better he would be a good friend.Helen was very gregarious so it was hard to tell if she was coming on to you or not. Helen often spoke about their current life and times and made us laugh by the way she said things, or situations she got herself into. One of my other neighbours said to me at a BBQ one afternoon that Helen fancied me. He said she was always looking out for and talking about me whenever he saw her. I was quite flattered and as time wore on I did notice her smiles and the little looks she gave me. The sad thing was Robert was diagnosed with cancer and after a relatively short illness he died. Helen was as you can imagine devastated and grieved heavily. She went off the rails for a while, drank too much, had disagreements with her family and bornova escort friends, overall lost her mojo and sense of purpose. At the time we did not see much of Helen, when we did you could tell how devastated she was. We learnt more about her grieve and emotions long after Robert’s death as Helen came back from the abyss of grief and began to rebuild her life. Helen joined a gym and began to look after herself better. Fortunately she had female friend who was also a widower and they took regular breaks and holidays together. As they say time is a great healer and Helen began to rebuild her life. From time to time I was asked to help with DIY nothing heavy duty, oil and water in the car that kind of thing. Major DIY was done by professionals, but Helen would always ask me to do the small and easy jobs. During this period my wife and Helen spoke more, they never became bosom buddies, but shared a laugh and joke, with the odd glass of wine when I was doing a job. My wife and I always shared the conversations we’d had with Helen. We both wondered how she coped being on her own without a soul mate or the physical embrasse of a man. Helen told my wife that she had many male admirers, old men as she put it, declining everyone of them. What a shame I thought, Helen was in very good condition imagine unleashing all that pent up sexual desire. A few weeks later around 11pm as we were getting ready of bed our doorbell rang continuously. I opened the door to find Helen jumping up and down wet through (even though its was a warm summer night) talking gibberish. In a moment having calmed her down I realised a tap had popped off and water was spurting like a fountain all over her bathroom. Luckily I was in my Pj’s bottoms, no top, so the wife said go with Helen and see what you can do? Helen and I raced across the street to her house. Helen lead the way into her bedroom and on-suite escort bornova and as described water was everywhere. Luckily, Helen appeared with a set of screw drivers so I managed to turn the water off, via the small stop cock on the copper pipe. Together with me, the whole room was soaked in water which is when I noticed Helen was also wet through. With all the panic and commotion I’d not noticed that all Helen had on was a cotton T-shirt night dress and nothing else. In the light of the bedroom I could see Helen was naked underneath the T-shirt. Its seemed like an age, but all I could do was stare at her wonderful breast and pussy through the night dress. She was so wet the T-shirt was transparent and it looked like she she was stood naked in front of me. It was then that I noticed I was also soaked to the skin which meant my Pj bottoms were also transparent and revealing my dick in all its glory. What I mean by “all its glory” was having seen Helen all but naked, I had a raging hard on. We both began to laugh at the situation and circumstances we found ourselves in both semi naked and wet through. Coming to our senses Helen skipped away and being practical came back with cloths and a mop to clear up the water from the floor. As we worked together I could see Helen’s lush body and breasts through her wet T-shirt. Every time she bent forward I could see down her top revealing her pendulous breasts, which had wide brown areolas and super hard big nipples.It was a warm summer evening so the water soaked up easy into buckets and in no time we’d cleared up. Throughout my cock was hard and raging and I knew Helen could see it. Strangely knowing she could see my cock and she knew I could see all her glory, neither of us reacted which seemed to heighten the sexual tension between us. As I was finishing off Helen said she was going to change her top then to my surprise, as bornova escort bayan we were both stood in the bedroom, Helen then pulled the T-shirt over her head revealing her naked body to me. As casual as you like she put the T-shirt in the wash basket and moved around the bedroom looking for another dry night dress. For a woman in her mid sixties Helen looked and had the body of a lady in her late forties / early fifties. Her breast 40-D cup were literally outstanding on her petite little body they weren’t saggy just BIG unbelievable and certainly her best feature. As she turned towards me unexpectedly I could see Helen’s pussy was groomed shaven leaving a wide landing strip. This gave her pussy definition and highlighted her large clitores which stood out and was glistening with moisture. I stood there blatantly watching her innocently walk naked in her bedroom. I thought should I drop my Pj’s and masterbate in front of her? Drop my pants and make a beeline for her longing to put my cock between those tits. But what if she reject me and I’ve misread the situation and made a big fool of myself. The decision was taken away from me as Helen found covered herself up with a new T-shirt night dress, and with a towel dried her hair. Helen walked over to me and said “thank you” you’re my saviour tonight, what would I have done without you. She came over hugged me and pecked me on the cheek. I know as she hugged me she would have felt my solid cock between us. I was desperate for her to kneel down and take my dick in her mouth as a prefered thank you. Next we were at the door saying our goodbye’s as jogged home.It seemed like I’d be at Helen’s for ages, but in fact it was barely fifteen minutes and my wife was waiting to let me in. I tell my wife most things so I explained what was wrong and what I did to help and that I saw Helen’s body under the wet T-shirt. I kept it (pardon the pun) to a bare minimum. I did however tell her how good Helen looked in her nightie and how when wet I could make out Helen’s breasts, but left out the naked parade. This seemed to get my wife horney and we had a good session that night. See Part two:

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