Connecting With Neighbours Ch 02 - Aziza

Darcy was someone with a somewhat patient disposition, but the time without any word from Margot seemed to drag by. He wanted to speak with her, to be with her, if only to ensure she was okay. He repeatedly checked his phone, but alas, there was no communication from her, not yet anyway. He busied himself with dinner prep and various other domestics out of necessity as much as to help pass the time and keep his mind away from pining.

Just as he settled down to watch the news at 7 pm, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He was in his usual position, tucked into the corner of one of the two deep-red covered three seater lounges in front of the large TV. The lounge he occupied faced directly toward the TV, which was about 5 metres away. His wife lay upon the other, which ran at right angles to him. She always preferred to recline rather than sit and so took the other lounge for herself. He unwittingly held his breath as he withdrew his phone surreptitiously. At the sight of Margot’s message, his heart skipped many beats.

Margot: Hi Darcy. R u ok? Sorry for the delay, dinner etc. Apols for the abrupt ending this afternoon.

Darcy: Hi Margot, all good. Dinner etc., here too, so I can relate, no need to apologise. I understand. I’m fine ty, better now with your text. How r u?

Margot: Are u ok to talk?

Darcy: sure, what’s up?

Margot: I need to tell you what I meant about I wanted to see you cum.

Darcy: r u sure? It can wait until we can see each other

Margot: Sorry, I need to tell u this sooner. Face 2 face would be best, but for me, it can not wait.

Darcy: ok. Go on.

Margot: I like to see a cock spurt. I like to watch the guy as he cums

Darcy: no prob. I like watching a female climax even squirt

Margot: I also like to have cum on my breasts, face, anywhere, as well as inside me, of course.

Darcy: why are you telling me this? It does not change the way I think about you.

Margot: so sweet, ty. It’s important to me, that's all. FYI: I’m no cum slut.

Darcy: what??? Margot, I don’t think that of you. I barely know you, haha.

Margot: I need you to know.

Darcy: I would NEVER call you that, not in a mean way, haha. Sorry bad time to joke.

Margot: ty. I was going to tell you this afternoon

Darcy: I got that impression you had something you wanted to get off your chest, but I don’t understand your wanting to tell me through here. I appreciate the openness but isn’t it dangerous to put in writing here

Margot: no danger, trust me. It's important to ME that you know and understand.

Darcy: and I want you to know me too. Full, open and clear communication

Margot: totally. TY

Darcy: This is best talked about this in person, though, don’t you think? Sorry, just worried for you.

Margot: we will. No need to worry. Please don’t worry. It’s all okay. Not sure when we can discuss, though. I have a full schedule over the next few weeks.

Darcy: that’s depressing

Margot: haha… yes, I know. Squirting? As in female squirting?

Darcy: yes

Margot: wow, that’s really cool. My husband hates it

Darcy: each to their own. Do you squirt? I think it’s wonderful. Tastes ok too

Margot: omg??? You're as bad as I am, I think, haha! I have not full-on squirted. Not sure I really understand it properly. If only I had someone to show me?

Darcy: bad??? Haha! Hmmm, I think that is an offer too good to refuse?

Margot: u know what I mean, haha. Well, let's see if we can teach each other a few things, haha.

Darcy: You are a cheeky lady, but sounds like a plan. Ty. I am over the moon you opened up. That took courage

Margot: flatterer, haha. But I needed to tell you, needed for you to know. My husband does not think much of my obsession, as he calls it. It’s not as though I go looking for heaps of guys to cum all over me. I haven’t “strayed” previously. You’re the first, actually.

Darcy: his loss. TY for trusting me. I have no ill thought of you at all. I make no judgements either. I am far from perfect myself. I’m not the most honourable of husbands; infidelity is a label I am not happy about, but I am guilty, so I have to accept it. FYI: I do not frequent brothels, have zero emotional connection etc. One day I will explain it all to you. Too complex to deal with here.

Margot: you’re a good man Darcy. I’d better say good night. Be thinking of you.

Darcy: you’re a wonderful woman, and I'm here for you. Be thinking of you too. Good night Bella.

He thought it was a strange exchange, but he could understand the importance Margot had placed on her disclosure. The consequence of the discussion had brought them a bit closer together, in his mind. Whether that was Margot's intention or not, he could not guess, but it certainly seemed to galvanise their fledgling relationship.

Darcy found his heart pounding with excitement at the thought of Margot. It was all he could think of as he lay in bed that night. The darkness of the room helped him to visualise her lovely features in the sunlight upon her deck and the calm, relaxed atmosphere that had enveloped them. Not even his wife snoring like a steam train beside him could diminish those images. He also had this feeling of something being 'found' that was not deliberately looked for, some inexplicable reason. All he knew for sure was that twenty-four hours ago, none of what had transpired would have seemed even remotely possible yet, as of that very afternoon, his whole world seemed destined to be changed forever. He slept fitfully and finally fell into a deep slumber in the early hours, only to be rudely awoken by the alarm on his phone. He awoke with a start as the sound crashed into his dream.

"Huh!" He mumbled as he was jerked away from a blind run across a foggy bridge in a place he knew not and groped for the phone beside the bed. Sleepily, he silenced the alarm and fell back onto the pillow. He closed his eyes, sighed and started to think of what lay ahead for his workday. After a moment or two, he sighed again, opened his eyes, put on his glasses and decided he had better get up instead of lounging. It was not long past dawn, and the rising sun reflected a brilliant orange from the glass of the apartment towers across the river about two kilometres west of him. The rear of the house faced the new apartment developments and was on the high side of a small ridge that fell away front to back. The houses behind and beyond were still shrouded in morning shadow, but the cloudless sky above and out over the Blue Mountains in the far distance was clear and pale blue; it was going to be a lovely day weather-wise.

Shower, shave and breakfast dealt with, Darcy collected what snacks and food items he wanted with him for sustenance plus two water bottles, put them in his backpack and walked out to face the new day. He stopped briefly to make sure he had his car keys, and then he pulled the front door quietly closed behind him.

"Good morning Darcy." Her soft voice floated across his verandah, yet it still startled him.

"Margot!" He exclaimed, "I did not, I mean…" he felt foolish.

"Sorry to scare you like that. I heard the door close and saw it was you. I should have made a noise.”

"All good. No need for apologies." He said as he collected his wits. "How are you this fine morning? Can you give me a sec? I'll throw these in the car." He scampered away to his right and pressed the remote to unlock his car. He opened the hatch and deposited his backpack in the rear, and then jogged back across the front path toward the low boundary fence which had been, quite literally, in the middle of what had taken place the previous day.

Margot had also taken the opportunity to divest herself of her work material and stood, leaning against the passenger side of her car as he came closer. There was a slight chill in the air, enough to call it fresh but not enough to warrant jumpers. Margot had her medical uniform on that consisted of black slacks and a turquoise collared shirt. It was not form-fitting but comfortable, which allowed for ease of movement. Her hair was pulled back into a small ponytail and held in place by a thick black elasticised ribbon.

"Sorry to hold you up. How are you?" Darcy uttered in a soft voice as he approached her. The street was devoid of movement. There were no walkers out and about, at least not in the immediate vicinity. The only sounds were from birds as they fritted about in the considerable Liquid Amber tree that stood in Margot's front yard; its' now naked branches stood in silhouette against the morning sky.

"I'm very well, thank you." She replied in an equally hushed voice. They both knew that directly above them were the bedrooms of sleeping offspring. Without any forethought, Darcy climbed over the small fence and gently wrapped Margot in a tender embrace. She did not resist but melted against him. They looked briefly into each other's eyes and slowly melded their lips together. Their first real kiss was not one fired by lust. There was something more to it, more profound, not that either of them would have admitted it. Their arms wrapped about each other tightly as they kissed. Tongue engaged tongue, and each breathed deeply. After a few moments, they stopped and quietly stood brow to brow, their arms still firmly wrapped around each other.

"We had better get to work." Margot sighed. "I hope you did not mind my candour last night?”

"Not at all, my little cum slut." He replied, smiling broadly. He was feeling adventurous and wonderfully at ease in her presence and did not stop to consider his words.

"That is not very funny! Are you making fun of me?" She scolded him. "Besides, I would have thought that sort of comment beneath you." She slapped his backside firmly but did not pull away.

"I am so sorry, my dear." He apologised sincerely. "I will never use that term again.”

"Hmm, don't promise things that you cannot deliver. Never is a very long time. Apology accepted, though." She smiled demurely as she looked directly at his face. "I'm not what that term implies, though.”

"Shhhh," he softly placed a finger on her lips. "I know. I think the reality is we are two of a kind in the, um…" he stopped briefly searching for words that appropriately conveyed his meaning tastefully.

"We are more sexually adventurous than some." She offered.

"Yes, exactly. Thank you." He sighed and laughed.

"What's so funny?" She said a little indignantly.

"I'm not making fun of you. I was relieved you were able to complete my sentence for me.”

"Well, Mr Cheeky, I have work to do, and you kissing me and holding me like this is not getting that done." Her eyes sparkled in the first rays of the morning sun. It had just edged its way above the roof lines on the eastern side of the street.

"Oh, but parting is such sweet sorrow." Darcy dramatically put a hand to his brow and gave a mock display of grief.

"Be off with you wretch!" She lightly commanded and playfully pushed him away in dismissal and then grabbed him and kissed him again in earnest. "Have a good day, my dear Mr Darcy." She said and finally relinquished her grip.

"Don't you start, please! I got enough of that in high school." He retorted with a grin.

"I have a lot on the work front over coming weeks. If I don't see you, stay safe and happy for me, please?" Margot said as Darcy climbed back onto his side of the fence, and she moved to the drivers' side of her car.

"You too, please, my dear." He replied. "We can chat via text, though? I won't flood you with messages, promise.”

"Okay, thank you and ditto for me re: messages." She smiled and waved.

"Ciao Bella.”

They did not see each other for quite a few weeks, which was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, there had been times during the period they had been neighbours where months could go by without even a hello. They kept in touch via occasional text messages that did not contain any earth-shattering insights, just casual chit chat and the like, but it was needful communication nonetheless.

Easter and the school holidays were just around the corner, which Darcy realised would add to the time he and Margot would be apart.

The first Monday of the new school term had dawned grey and threatening rain. The forecast was favourable for the rest of the week but today seemed it follow the script. At least the showers were holding, for now, so he might be able to get out and do some work before the heavens opened. Just as he started the car, his phone buzzed, and his heart leapt. He had edited Margot's contact listing and allocated a unique ringtone so he could identify her messages from other work-related ones who were on the default setting.

Margot: GM Darcy, how r u?

Darcy: GM Margot, I'm fine, just about to head out. Lovely to hear from you. Your timing was spot on.

Margot: I'm great, ty. I won't hold you up too long.

Darcy: All good. What's up?

Margot: nothing much, but I do have a question, and I know it's short notice, so no prob if you cannot make it.

Darcy: Curiouser and curiouser. Haha. Fire away.

Margot: I'm working at the New Mona Vale hospital tomorrow, and I look like finishing late morning. Would you be able to meet for lunch? Maybe about 12-30?

Darcy: OMG!!!! That would be fab, but yes, yes, yes!!!

Margot: Haha, too funny. Great, let's do that. Do you know of somewhere to go?

Darcy: Leave it with me. I'll make some enquiries and let you know. I'm in North Ryde tomorrow, so 12-30 gives me enough time to finish work and get over to the northern beaches.

Margot: Fantastic. I look forward to seeing you.