I hope I’m a good neighbour.

Tuesday morning, I was woken by my doorbell, grabbing my dressing gown to cover my babydoll and French knickers.

I opened my inside front door to see my new neighbour of about 3 weeks.

“Oh hi, I’m your new neighbour and I seem to recall you offered help.” He uttered.

“Yes of course, how can I help?” I enquired.

“It’s a bit of an embarrassment, but my washing machine hasn’t arrived yet and I’m running out of shirts and underwear. I just wondered if you could possibly help?” He asked.

“Of course, if you go and get your laundry I will run it through the machine today and you can collect it tonight about 6 o’clock, if that’s any help.” I answered.

“Cheeky I know but I have it here already.” He replied producing a fairly full laundry bag from beside the door.

I was unable to see it from inside.

“Pop it inside and I’ll deal with it for you, it shouldn’t be a problem.” I answered.

“Thank you so much, I’ll see you about 6. Thank you again Carl.” He replied and left.

Well I was well and truly awake now, so might as well get started. Opening the bag I emptied the contents. He had put his clothes in a reasonable colour order. Selecting his coloured polo shirts, first load. While it was washing I made my morning tea and breakfast. Next was shower, shave, well you know the rest. Dressing was next on the agenda, but what to wear today, casual? Well undies was easy choice, pale blue deep waist suspender belt with matching panties and bra, tan sheer stockings and a white waist slip. Mid thigh length full skirt a nylon blouse.

By then the first load had finished next was a dark load as I started to load the machine I noticed some jogging bottoms, but what was more intriguing was a pair of black very lacy panties still tucked inside. I investigated a bit more and found a bright red pair with black decorative bows. Both pairs contained little white stains of excitement. At this rate my own panties were in danger of becoming similarly stained.

Right set the next load but hand wash the panties. They felt so sexy as I washed and rinsed them, they were so delicate I didn’t want to risk the wash cycle.

By 5o’clock I had all of his washing completed dried and neatly folded. I hid the panties in the middle of the laundry pile.

When my neighbour arrived I had his laundry folded neatly in his laundry bag. I had changed out of my skirt to a pair of slacks, my suspender clips very obvious. My blouse a pale pink polo shirt, my bra straps being obvious also through the material.

“Come in it’s all done.” I informed him.

“Oh thank you, I didn’t expect you to get it dry as well.” He exclaimed.

“It was a wonderful drying day. I hope you don’t get into trouble with your wife/girlfriend for me doing it.” I coquettishly spoke.

“I don’t have either so it won’t be a problem.” He quite assertively responded.

Interesting, very interesting. I thought. How can I reveal my discovery. Perhaps there will be another opportunity.

“Do you need any more laundry dealt with?” I enquired “as I have half a load of delicate clothes”. I continued.

“Well I do have a couple of bits that require a delicate wash. I didn’t want to impose and I was going to wash them by hand and let them drip dry over the bath.” He answered.

“Why don’t you come in for a chat, if your not busy.” I offered.

“Well that would be very kind, but I have imposed on you so much already. He answered .

“Nonsense, tea or coffee, I think I have a bottle of wine.” I informed him.

“Tea would be lovely.” He answered.

I made two mugs of tea and we sat and just generally talked.

It turned out he had recently separated from his girlfriend and they had both moved to different towns to relocate. While we talked he undid his jacket, that was when I saw the spaghetti straps through his shirt.

“Will you excuse me for a few minutes.” I uttered. Before he could reply I had left him sat on the sofa. My slacks and pink shirt hit the bedroom floor almost before I was in my bedroom. My waist slip and skirt hurriedly replaced them as with the blouse I was wearing earlier. A quick spray of daisy and a deeper shade of lipstick. My fluffy mules on my feet and I was back with him 5 mins tops.

His mouth dropped open unable to speak. I lifted his chin to close it and pressed my lips to his. I felt him start to respond. Slipping my tongue between his lips and probing into his mouth, our tongues entwined. His arms were soon around me as mine were around him. Probably 10 mins before we parted. He looked at me smiling.

“Hello I’m Willow Hollyby.” He said.

“I’m Carole Role, when I’m in my alter ego.”  I replied.

“Sounds like a superhero.” He giggled.

“Never thought of it like that.” I also giggled also.

Then my tummy rumbled.

“Oh I’m sorry, excuse me. Where are my manners, you must be hungry. Perhaps you’d like to stay for dinner, I’m having spaghetti bolognese.” I gushed.

“I’d love to, but could I pop to my flat to change out of my work suit, I’ll be about 15 minutes.” Willow answered.

“Of course, the pasta needs about 12 minutes.” I stood as I spoke. Willow stood to then taking me in his arms he kissed me fully on my lipstick painted mouth inserting his tongue in.

We parted too soon but Willow was making her way to my front door.

“See you soon darling, oh and you look gorgeous in your skirt and blouse.” Willow told me.

“Thank you kindly, don’t be long. I’ll start the spaghetti, the sauce is simmering.” I informed Willow.

“So am I darling.” With that she was gone. Willow had taken her briefcase but left the bag of fresh laundry.

True to Willow’s word, I heard my door chime, glancing quickly at the clock and the pan of boiling spaghetti, I hurried to my door and threw it open. Stood there at a vision of loveliness was a gorgeous woman. Long flowing auburn hair an extremely pretty dress and 3 inch red stiletto heels, her makeup looked just perfect.

“Oh hello, I’m expecting company, so I haven’t got time for a survey tonight sorry.” I started to close the door.

“I was kind of hoping I might share this bottle of wine with you and your spaghetti bolognese.” She huskily said as she stepped forward.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t recognise you, oh please come in. I’m so embarrassed, sorry.” I was rambling.

Pushing the door closed behind her she kissed me hard and fast. She took control over our combined passion for the moment of my shock.

“Let’s eat first then you can tell me about yourself and how you knew about my love of wearing feminine clothes.” Willow told me.

After our meal. We both had serviettes down our front. Spaghetti bog can be messy and didn’t want to spoil our clothes.

We cleared the dishes loading the dishwasher. Adjourned to my lounge. Sitting down, Willow smoothed her dress under her but the front was exposing lots of stockings and thigh. Sat next to her I explained I could see her bra straps through her shirt and her trousers had risen exposing her stocking clad ankles.

“Was that it, you’re very observant.” Willow was a little shocked.

“Also in your laundry there were two pairs of lacy panties, don’t worry I hand washed  and dried them for you. I kind of hoped they were yours. When you told me you did not have a wife or girlfriend I knew.” I told her.

Willow took my hands and leant towards me, our lips met and I felt her release one had as it began to caress my knee then thigh. With my free hand I began to caress her stocking clad legs from knee to the welt of her stockings and suspender clips, I reached what some guys call the giggle zone. (The bare flesh only protected by the suspender straps. Once the guy was that far up a girls skirt he was laughing.)

Now I was investigating the nice firm bulge in her lacy panties, much the same as Willow was investigating the bulge in my nylon bikini panties. We moaned into each other’s mouths as we kissed.

“Let’s remove our panties for easier access darling.” Willow mumbled.

We stood and Willow reached under my skirt and waist slip quickly removing my panties. Now it was my turn I felt under her dress, finding her lacy panties. I swiftly eased them down. White, same style as the pairs I had laundered. Now still standing I found her ramrod pole tenting the inside of her dress. Willow wasn’t being slow, she decided my skirt and waist slip weren’t needed. They to joined the panties on the floor. The side zip of her dress buzzed as it released. A couple of buttons at the neck line aided in the removal. Willow now only clad in her white bra, full netted waist slip and red heels. I however am wearing my pale blue suspender belt with tan stockings and my nylon blouse. Before long Willow had stepped out of her full waist slip and I had removed my blouse. We almost pounced on each other, our lips locked and our cocks hard and pressed together.

“I need to reward you for dealing with my laundry.” Willow spoke breathlessly as our lips parted. Soon she was on her knees stroking and teasing my exposed mushroom head. Willow was now kissing and licking my cock, as if it was a lollipop. Her next move was to engulf the head with her lips.

“Oh my goodness, that’s incredible, please slow down. I want this to last.” I gasped.

“Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm.” Was Willow’s muffled reply.

I gently held her head, more to steady myself than anything else. Willow slowly moved her head back and forth but the suction was incredible. It almost as if my love eggs were being drawn into my body.

“Aah, Mmmm, oh yes, I’m cumming.” I almost screamed.

Willow held my hips and her head still as my cream rushed the length of my cock. I nearly collapsed at the pleasure. Willow held onto me as she stood up, then she leaned into me and we kissed, she eased her tongue past my lips accompanied with some of my cum. I had often tasted my own cream and knew that I liked it, but never so much passion that accompanied it.

When our lips parted I uttered the magic words.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Before Willow could speak, I was on my knees, her solid erection grasped gently and my tongue licking her mushroom head I exposed. I slipped my lips down over the length of her cock sucking and licking. It didn’t take very long before Willow was thrusting into my mouth as I held my head still.

Willow suddenly gasped, she stopped thrusting and just started pumping her copious amounts of cream into my mouth. I swallowed some and a little leaked out, I did however manage to retain a mouthful ready to snowball. Removing her slowly deflating cock I stood and we did snowball. Sharing her creamy cum until we each had tummies filled our mixture of juices.

Sitting down, I was first to speak.

“Well that for me was fantastic, your cum is so tasty, perhaps when we have recovered we can do it again, but in the comfort of my bed.” I suggested.

“That’s sounds like a wonderful idea, and I need to recompense you for dealing with my laundry.” Willow answered.

“You have covered that by giving me release and allowing me a tummy full of your lovely cum sweetheart.” I replied.

Still only partially clothed we cuddled caressing and kissing. We spent about an hour and a half pleasuring each other on my bed. By about 11pm Willow announced she should be leaving, but could she have a return visit. She was working away tomorrow till Saturday morning.

“Yes please, perhaps we could arrange something Saturday afternoon or Sunday.” I suggested.

“Perhaps both would be better.” Willow replied.

“Perfect, we could spend a night together.” I hopefully answered.

“It’s a date.” Willow agreed.

She stepped into her full waist slip and slid her dress over her head, requesting me to zip her up. She stepped into her high heels and picked up her bag of laundry.

“You have forgotten your panties darling.” I informed her.

“It’s ok I love the freedom under my dress and it’s only a few doors down.” Willow told me as she checked her keys in her handbag. I gave her a long passionate kiss then stood behind the door as I was semi naked.

“See you Saturday sweetheart.” Willow spoke and left.

I undressed and showered, then when I was dry I chose a fresh pair of French knickers to go with my babydoll and crawled into bed.

What would the weekend bring forth, how far will our relationship go?

TvCarole

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