Task Continuation Part 2:
Upon Jules' return from work, we both agreed to dine out since we can't be entirely certain if we're being monitored. We often keep our crucial discussions at the coffee shop to protect ourselves from eavesdroppers. We're equally wary of our computers at home and work, so we steer clear of detailed conversations.
We headed to a Steak House in Bingley, close to the weir, which is far enough not to be traced. We alternate our dining spots often to maintain discretion. I would be driving, therefore sticking to non-alcoholic drinks, while Jules had wine. As it was a pleasant weather, we chose an outdoor table facing the weir for our meal.
While listening to the pleasant sound of running water, we believe that it's safe to avoid discussing our work. Although we had placed our phones in the car, we still remained vigilant.
Jules asked, "Any updates from our neighbors?"
I replied, "Yes. She inquired about our being a part of the swinging community."
"I hope you told her that we're not," Jules exclaimed.
"I informed her that your interest in such activities would be nil," I said.
As we enjoyed our medium rare steaks, our conversation turned mundane. We debated whether to replace the grass in our garden with artificial lawn. Though ostensibly ours, our home ultimately didn't belong to us, and getting authorization for alterations was a must. As our alterations would be temporary, we were uncertain of our future residences.
In our respite, we decided against watching television and instead had an early night. While many believe married couples indulge in sex routinely, that wasn't the case with us.
I was left at home, performing my work-from-home duties and taking company calls. A short time later, Annette sparked up a conversation, wearing an outfit that suggested a flirtatious tone.
"Hi, neighbor," I greeted.
"Hey, how is it today?" she responded in a flirty tone.
"I'm doing just fine. What about you?"
"I'm extremely horny," she remarked with a seductive tone.
"Have you got Pete on the phone? He's the one who needs some servicing." I didn't want to give in to her advances.
"I can't. He's away with clients all day. I consider him out of commission."
"I suppose you'll just have to wait then."
"So, you can't come for a coffee and a chat?"
"Unfortunately, I have work to attend to, with this laptop in my possession and close at hand." I pointed to my work laptop.
"Ah, well. I'll just go in and boil water for our tea." She entered my home and started getting things ready for a coffee powwow.
I finished putting my car cleaning tools away, picked up my laptop, and followed Annette to the kitchen. The kettle was already at boiling point, while she searched for any mugs.
"We primarily use the kettle for tea. For coffee, we have a bean-to-cup machine over there." I directed Annette towards the Gaggia. "Which beverage do you prefer, tea or coffee?"
"Coffee, I presume," she said.
I took two double-walled glass mugs and made coffee using the machine. "Let's move to the conservatory," I suggested.
I led the way to the conservatory, carrying our hot beverages.
As Annette sat across from me, I offered her a cup of coffee. If she had been wearing a skirt, I would have had quite the view of her private area. Maybe she missed out on something there.
She said, "This coffee is nice. Now, can we go to bed?"
"Hell no, Annette. I'm married. Despite how attractive you are, I'm loyal to Jules, so no."
She replied, "I need you. I need your big dick inside me. Please."
"No, Annette, go home and use a cucumber instead of me."
"You're mean," she complained. "I have needs."
"No, I'm not mean. I'm married, and that's the end of it."
Annette stuck her tongue out at me and pouted her lips. I couldn't care less. I knew she'd eventually win, we would sleep together, and she'd think she held some sort of power over me. I let her believe that.
Soon after, Annette left angrily. I returned to polishing my chrome wheels. To my right were a couple of retirees; they spent their time gardening. On the other side were a possibly Chinese couple; they seemed Chinese but the office had not flagged them as a potential FIS risk.
"Hello," said the lady from the Chinese family next door to Annette.
"Hello," I responded. "You're the one from next door, right?"
"Yes, I'm Soo Lin. Would you like to join us for tea?"
"Sure, that would be nice."
"Okay, let me boil some water."
Shortly after, I walked to Soo's home. She opened the door and invited me in. Her living room was different from ours – the furniture was low, almost at ground level. In the kitchen, her stove looked similar, but the wok was much more prominent, and smaller burners were nearby.
"Tea is ready, good," she said, pouring boiling water into a pot and shutting the lid. Then she set the pot and several bowls on a small table with no handles. She led me to her living room, where we settled on cushions around the table.
"Thank you, Soo," I said. "Is your husband at work?"
"Not my husband, he's my brother."
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"No need to worry. It's sad. I'd prefer a husband instead of a brother. It can be so lonely."
"You're a beautiful woman," I complimented. "It wouldn't be difficult for you to find a husband."
"Brother forbids it. I 'borrow' husbands."
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by ' borrow husbands'?"
"Well, when my brother is away, I 'borrow' husbands by sleeping with them, then he goes back to his wife."
My thoughts raced. In two days, my neighbor could be my one-night stand. I hoped Annette wouldn't find out.
The next morning, I visited the Colonel at work.
"Chinese living next door but one. Please profile them again. She claims they're not married but brother and sister. There's something odd there," I asked.
"Yes, we did consider them Triad-related, but couldn't confirm anything."
"Perhaps track their brother when he's away and see who he meets."
"We'll take care of it."
When I got home, I managed to sneak in without being caught by Annette. I undressed and took a shower. The water poured down on me. Hands grabbed me and stroked my member. I turned and found Annette with her tongue hanging out and eyes squinted in a pout.
"Damn, Annette, Jules might get home any minute," I told her.
"She won't be home until at least 5:30, an hour from now. Fuck me. I need this inside me," she said, still stroking my growing erection. She then got down on her knees, water dripping off her hair as she sucked my member into her mouth, her hand massaging my balls, the other finger playing with my anus.
I was confused. I'm not a monk and when a girl has your dick in her mouth and your balls in her hand, it's not the time for arguing. Her finger applied more pressure and pushed deeper into me, a strange sensation, I could feel pleasure as her finger wiggled inside me. Did women feel this way? She was massaging my balls inside my sack and her mouth was sucking my dick. I couldn't stop her, I was caught in a contradiction; I knew I needed to stop her but my balls longed for release.
I managed to lean back and removed her from my dick.
"No, Annette, I've told you, I'm married. No."
I gently pushed her out of the way, her finger caressing something and almost made me ejaculate on the spot.
"You want it.""That's not the point. I'm married to Jules. Go home, let Pete fuck your brains out and leave me alone."
She scowled and stuck her tongue out. She exited the shower and walked out of the room. I suspected she had been wearing something and not just ambled in naked, I would review the camera footage later.
Now I was horny, all I could hope for is that Jules would be horny when she returned. I managed to resist, hoping that would motivate Pete and Annette. I pondered their goal; were they trying to seduce one of us and then threaten us with evidence unless we gave them something? That's usually how it played out.
Jules amusingly brought Chinese home with her, we sat at the table and awkwardly used chopsticks. Fortunately, it was more noodles than rice. After we ate, I cleared the table and turned to Jules, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her seasoned lips.
"Mm, someone's amorous," she said.
"Just for you, honey, although, I did receive some tempting offers."
She laughed, playfully punching me, "don't you dare, mister, I have your exclusive rights."
I pulled her dress up, caressing her panties, a hand guiding it into her pussy, stroking her clit. My lips pressed against hers, my tongue diving inside.
I lifted her and sat her on the counter, yanking her panties down and off, dropping them to the floor. I bent forward, sucking her pussy into my mouth.
"Oh God, Drew," she murmured as I disengaged, exploring her pussy with my tongue, applying pressure near her asshole, connecting her inner and outer walls.
Jules was gripping hard on the counter, her knuckles white from the strain. I ran my nose along her slit and sucked her clit with my mouth as I ran two fingers around her wet entrance, disappearing as deep as I could manage.
"Yes," she gasped, as I explored her and played with her clit.
"I met the Chinese lady today," I said, continuing to touch her.
"I don't care. Take me to bed, now."
I stepped back and helped her onto the floor. I held her hand and led her to our bedroom. Jules nearly tore her dress off, removed her bra and flung herself onto the bed.
"Get up here, get into me."
I moved up, covering her, smothering her lips with my own, my dick pressing against her entrance, using my hand, I guided it in, resting my balls.
"Oh God, yes, just hold for a moment, I want to savour it."
I knelt, elbows on the bed, trying not to put too much weight on her, yet I was technically in her. I sensed her vagina muscles spasming, my dick responding by flexing.
Jules wrapped her legs around my hips and hauled me down further, her fingernails leaving visible bruises on my shoulders.
"Fuck me," she whispered, "fuck me hard, let the neighbours know we're home and having sex."
I bucked my hips, Jules pushed me back in, it was like a sexual tug of war. Jules accelerated her breathing, getting louder and louder. Relaxing her legs, my thrusting created a distinct slapping sound in the room and out the open windows.
I was working late at the office when Jules decided to put in extra hours. Since it was a beautiful day outside, I decided to do some yard work to make the most of it. I trimmed the lawn, cleared the edges, and picked up the clippings, placing them in the wheelie bin – something we're not supposed to do but everyone does anyway.
As I glanced up, the sky appeared ominous, heavy with impending rain. Just as I was about to head inside, Annette, my neighbor, crossed the lawn towards me.
"Hi," she said.
"Hey Annette, how are you today? How's Pete?"
"Pete went to the gym, and I'm feeling lonely."
Annette was known for being a persistent flirt. I wondered if her actions could have negative consequences if she couldn't win me over. However, I didn't want her to get hurt, so I didn't make it easy for her.
"Aren't there any women you could go out for coffee with?"
As she prepared to respond, the sky opened, and within seconds, we were both drenched. I thought she would return home, but she made a mad dash inside my house before I could even open my front door.
"Whew, I'm drenched to the bone!" she exclaimed.
Her clothes had become translucent from the rain.
"Here, strip off here, and I'll put your clothes in the dryer. Then, go upstairs and get a towel from the bathroom to cover yourself."
I didn't linger in the living room to witness this; I headed to the kitchen to turn on the kettle. I removed my shirt and placed it in the dryer before heading back outside to grab Annette's wet clothes lying on the floor. As I bent down to pick them up, there was a blinding flash of lightning followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The storm was directly above our heads, mere seconds apart.
Another scream echoed through the house. I rushed upstairs, and Annette was standing on the landing, startled.
"What happened?" I enquired, unable to see any cause of her fear.
She looked at me and shook her head.
Lightning illuminated the house again, followed by a loud crack of thunder. Annette seemed ready to jump out of her skin. I hugged her tightly.
She was wrapped in a towel while I was still wet from the rain. Thunder raged outside, water poured onto the roof, and flashes and crashes echoed throughout the house. Annette trembled in my arms.
After a few minutes, the flashes and crashes began to fade. I let go of her and told her to get warm clothes and turn the radio on to drown out the noise from outside.
"Wait, let me put these wet items in the dryer."
I went downstairs, collected Annette's clothes, squeezed out as much water as possible, and popped them into the dryer for 30 minutes.
I returned to the kitchen, boiled some water for tea, and put my dripping jeans aside. There was no need to put them in the dryer; they would just wet everything else. Hastily donning a t-shirt and shorts, I joined Annette in the lounge.
"What's your tea preference? Earl Grey or Yorkshire?"
Annette looked perplexed.
"A Yorkshire tea," she decided.
"Yorkshire it is, you need some good tea after being shocked like that."
I prepared the tea, added milk, and brought it to the lounge where Annette was sitting on the sofa. She held her tea as I sat opposite her in the armchair.
"I hate thunderstorms," she admitted. "They've always frightened me."
"They don't happen too often here, but that was definitely a doozy. Do you know why they're so terrifying?"
"No, I have no idea why," she replied. "I've always been terrified of them."
I drank my tea and checked on Annette's clothes in the dryer.
"They're still a bit damp, but they're coming along nicely."
She seemed grateful.
"Thank you, Drew. You're a real gentleman; I appreciate it."
She changed into dry clothes, thanked me again, turned on the radio, and focused on the enjoyable music to block out the sound of the storm outside.
Upon opening the front door, I was greeted with the sound of raindrops striking the ground, a faint improvement from earlier. Simultaneously, Annette dashed out and dashed to her door.
A reminder nudged my thoughts - I was to attend a Chinese Tea ceremony this day. I trudged upstairs, cleaned up by showering and laundering my boxers, chinos, and a Simon shirt, before donning sandals to slip out through the patio doors. I snatched my phone on the way and jogged through the now lighter rain to the neighbor's house next door. I rapped my knuckles against their front door.
"Yes, hello. Come in, come in," Soo Lin greeted with a welcoming smile. She wore a stunning silk dress in a pale blue with red embellishments, featuring buttons on her shoulders, skimming just above her knees. With a marvelling glance, I attempted to estimate her age, but failed to pinpoint a definitive number. Despite this, she radiated an aura of enigma, appearing anywhere from twenty to sixty years old.
"Ah, yes. I make tea. You enjoy, has many good herbs, not harmful, like ginkgo biloba, ginseng, poppy, they're all excellent and will make you last longer," Soo Lin expounded, seeking to overwhelm me with a blur of terminology.
Her words left me bewildered, so I'd have to research those later. She proceeded to fill a tea kettle with boiling water.
"It will be prepared soon. Your drink will be ready soon then," she informed. Instead of heading into the lounge as before, she took a different approach, pouring the tea instead in the kitchen. As before, she offered oriental-style bowls for drinking.
"Thank you, Soo Lin," I muttered as I accepted the bowl. It didn't possess a pleasant scent or aroma; however, it was not offensive, so I drained it in one gulp.
"Are you prepared now? What do you do for a living?" she enquired.
"I dabble in the IT sector. I work along the ringroad. Sometimes I can work remotely from home," I offered.
"Working at home is a scam, not everyone knows if you work," she divulged.
"Agreed. I prefer being in an office environment to avoid distractions at home," I proclaimed.
"Ah, yes. Like the blonde lady next door - she's distracting."
I chortled, "Indeed, she is."
"You're ready. We'll go upstairs."
So here we are, embarking on an unusual situation. Although I would typically welcome the opportunity to bed any female, Annette was a different story, given my contentious relationship with her. Anyone else, I'd be all over it, but this with Soo Lin—an elderly woman of unknown age—left me feeling uneasy.
As I followed her up to her room, the bed emerged, displaying a distinct difference from what I was used to. Turning towards me, Soo Lin undid the buttons on her dress. The dress slid down and off her, revealing bare skin, her inner labia pale and protruding, her outer larger and moistened.
"Where's the magic? I'm ready," she quipped, pointing at my erect genitals. I knelt beside her and then lay on her, pointing my willy towards heaven. Her hands guided me into her hole.
However, the intercourse felt entirely impersonal. I haltingly moved in and out, gazing down at her. She remained motionless, eyes closed, a peace smirking on her face as I penetrated her. I found myself evaluating whether this was providing her any gratification.
Unsettled, I withdrew and switched positions, resting between her thighs. I plunged my tongue into her personal valley and licked her clitoris, pushing in two fingers to stretch her vagina and scratch her hymen scar before momentarily withdrawing.
While I felt aroused, I decided this encounter wasn't my cup of tea. I rolled away from her and transferred my tongue to her perineum. Finally, it found its way back to her clitoris, her moans growing starker.
"Don't go there. Not my pussy," she pleaded, gasping between breaths.
I ignored her, my tongue trading locations with my fingers, feigning interest in her anal region. But, again, this was not my preference and simply tailoring my actions to suit her misconceptions. I tenderly tongued her perineum, entered her once more, and returned to her clitoris, eliciting a louder response.
"Not there. Not.more," she called out, seemingly confused and aroused by my proficiency at multitasking.
"Oh my goodness, lord, right there, yes indeed," I playfully kissed her neck and nibbled at her sensitive spot. My fingers traced her vagina and her butthole ever so subtly, hardly pushing more than a finger's width.
Suddenly, she pushed herself up, nearly tossing me away.
"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my dearest one, oh my dear husband, oh my sweet husband!" she cried, her back arched as she experienced an intense orgasm.
"Okay, darling, I'll leave you to it."
I rolled next to her, observing her breathe rapidly and her chest rising and falling as she inhaled deeply.
"Now you may go my love. I borrowed you for this pleasure."
She managed to come to her senses and understood what had occurred. It felt like a missed opportunity to fuck her until I filled her with my seed. I decided against it since she already had an orgasm and it felt more like a burden at this point.
I put my garments back on and tucked my still rock-hard member inside.
I closed the door behind me and made my way back home. Interesting, what an experience.
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