Confront Mrs. Crawford

It does not take long to clean yourself and turn off the shower. You turn around with a smirk and slowly open the shower door. You do not trouble yourself with grabbing a towel immediately.

Mrs. Crawford looks flushed, and her blouse is poorly buttoned like she was in a hurry to make herself presentable. She is facing the mirror, and using the towel to dry her hair. You approach her from behind, and she blushes when she notices that you are standing there naked.

“Well, well...” you say as you draw near. “How's it coming along?”

“Oh-- uh-- f-fine,” she smiles nervously.

“Is that so?” you smirk. “You seem to have missed something there,” you gently wrap your arms around her from behind, and start fiddling with the buttons on her blouse.

Mrs. Crawford gulps, knowing that you must realize something happened. “I-- I--”

“It's ok,” you say comfortingly. “Next time you need help, just let me know. I'd be happy to.”

She covers her mouth with the towel, and her eyes water slightly from embarrassment. “I-- I mean, I wasn't--”

“There, there,” you stroke her cheek. “I promise it's ok,” you gently turn her to face you, and lean inches from her face. “You did nothing wrong.”

A single tear runs down her rosy cheek, and you plant a kiss where it lands. Mrs. Crawford is speechless, and suddenly leans into your broad shoulder. You caress her damp hair and whisper, “I understand that you've been lonely for a long time. It's natural to get excited... all I ask is that you ask me for help next time, ok?”

She nods, and clutches onto you. She begins to sob.

“Hey, I'm right here. You're safe. I'm not mad,” you reassure her. “You sound beautiful, by the way... and your body is just as lovely.”

She sniffs and shakes her head.

“I'm serious,” you say, taking her gently by the shoulders. You kneel down and caress her body, from her arms to her chest to her buttocks and thighs. “You're gorgeous—and I would eat you alive if you let me,” you look up at her.

Your neighbour stands there stunned, her eyes wide with uncertainty and excitement.

“May I?” you ask while squeezing her hips gently.

She pauses, then nods slowly. You slide your thumbs into the waistband of her thin leggings, and pull them down to her ankles. You subtly press your middle finger against the warm of her panties, pushing just against the lips of her pussy. You smile and lean forward to kiss them, your finger still nudging the middle of the lacy fabric. You pull at the panties with your teeth, and press a knuckle a bit firmer against her. She lets out a contented sigh, and her hands frame your face as you inhale her scent.

“Lean back,” you say, gently pressing her thighs. “I have a feeling you're pent up...”

She rests against the bathroom counter as you begin to pull her panties down to match the position of the leggings. You waste no time diving into your favourite dish. Your nose nuzzles her mound as your tongue twirls around her clit. Your middle finger slips easily into her vagina. As she starts to moan, her hands find her way to her chest again. As you slurp and suck her clit, she circles her nipples through her clothes. She is groaning in agony as you tease her. You pick up the pace of both your tongue and finger.

“Oh-- yes!” she throws her head back and starts to shake uncontrollably. “Don't-- stop. Please...” she gasps.

You slip in a second, then a third, finger into her now-sopping hole. “That's a good girl. Cum for me.” You slam your fingers slow, yet purposefully—deeper and deeper into her.

She screams and arches her back as her orgasm overtakes her. She quivers as she comes down from the high, and her eyes meet yours. You smile, “Feel better?”

She nods and blushes. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Not a problem—any time—really.”