Check on her

You turn ever so slightly to face the same direction that she is. “Mrs. Crawford?” you ask gently through the glass.

She blushes and holds the towel close to her chest, “Y-yes?”

“Is everything ok? You seem upset.”

Her eyes fill with tears, but none run down her cheeks. “It's-- it's him. Everything still reminds me of him.” You knew she was referring to her late husband.

“I'm sorry. Let me finish up, and I'll get out of your hair,” you apologize.

She nods quietly, and resumes patting at her blouse. “Oh, and, Vasha?”

“Yes, ma'am?”

“Please call me Eve,” she smiles contentedly.

“Ok, Eve. All done,” you slide the door open to grab your own towel. In this moment, your entire body is exposed at the front, and it is obvious to you that your neighbor is staring. Once you wrap the towel around your waist, you slowly approach her from behind. “I can leave you alone now, if you wish,” you say in almost a whisper.

Her gaze is hesitant, but her voice is steady, “No-- stay.” She bites her lip as you near the side of her neck.

“Is that what you're afraid of, Eve? Being left alone?” your say as you come to the realization. “Don't worry. You're safe here,” you continue in a low tone, gently grabbing her shoulders.

Eve whimpers faintly and seems to melt into your hands. “Yes, yes,” she sighs under her breath.

On instinct, you wrap your right arm around her collarbone and shoulders, bringing her against your bare chest. Your left hand begins playing with hair and holding her head.

“Good girl,” you whisper into her ear. Eve's knees buckle slightly, but you hold her tightly so she does not fall. You stare at both of your figures in the mirror and notice that her nipples are hardening underneath her thin, wet blouse. You lower your right hand slightly down her arm, teasing her skin with your fingers. Then, you graze them against the front of her shirt towards her firm nipples. “Are you ready to get more comfortable?” you ask.

Eve nods, and leans her head on your chest in surrender. You slowly begin unbuttoning her shirt before setting it aside on the bathroom counter. As you unfasten her bra, you lean down and kiss the top of her head. Afterwards, you place the lingerie on top of the shirt, and give her a gentle turn so she is facing you. Her eyes flicker back and forth, searching for your next move.

“Eve, I want to promise you something,” you say, grasping her chin.

“Yes?” she ponders.

“As long as we're neighbours, I'll do my best to make sure you feel safe,” you assure her as you pierce her eyes with yours. “Now, let's warm you up a little,” you say, wrapping her up in your arms before placing her on the bathroom counter. Her naked skin feels so good against yours, but you have a job to do. Once she is seated, you rest Eve's head against yours, and begin rubbing the backs of your fingers against her arms. “Listen to me closely. I am about to show you attention you haven't felt in a year's time. I know I'll never replace anyone, but you deserve it—every bit of it—and if I do something you don't like, please ask me to stop, and I will.”

Eve nods her head again, and takes a deep breath. You take that as a sign to continue, and taunt her chest with your long fingers as you graze her lips with yours. Her chest begins to heave beneath you, and you slowly move your fingers across her hard nipples. She begins to whimper, but you press your lips to hers, muffling any noises that she is making. You roll Eve's nipples between your fingertips, and begin to kiss across her face and down her neck. As you close in on her chest, you move your hands to her legs, which are spread on either side of you. While your tongue finds its way to her perky nipples, you start sliding off her leggings and panties.

You neighbour starts squirming on the countertop as you expose all of her flesh. You suck and nibble on her chest while rubbing her inner thighs. Your thumbs rotate upwards, and soon you are spreading open her pussy lips, which are already dripping wet. You gently bite one of Eve's nipples, and simultaneously slide a thumb into her.

“Oh!” she gasps.

You smile, confident in your skills. You have never been with someone older than you, but you have a bit of experience with women your own age. Pleasuring someone approximately thirty years your senior is definitely a stroke to the ego, however.

“Yeah, you like that?” you lower your voice as you continue to shove your thumb deeper inside her with your dominant hand. Your free hand ventures to her clit. She whimpers and winces at the touch. “Be a good girl and hold still for me,” you say firmly. She obeys, but quivers slightly as you circle around her aroused flesh. You flick your tongue back and forth over both nipples, attempting to drive her to orgasm faster. Eve's gasps and pitiful whimpers grow into moaning, and you know that you are close to your goal.

“That's it, Eve, let go... let it all go,” you whisper into her ear before giving her lobe a nibble. Your hands fasten their pace, and you feel her body stiffen. She takes in a deep breath before suddenly screaming out your name. Her body convulses as her orgasm washes over her. Eve is now putty in your hands, and you tenderly embrace her.

After taking a few minutes to gain her composure, Eve puts your face in her hands and kisses your forehead. “Thank you, Vasha. I really needed that,” she smiles.

“I know you did,” you say confidently. “And, I expect I'll be seeing you more in the future, Eve.”