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- Thread starter Courtney
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RE: Fun next door (Courtney & Zeeman)
Harry had been just putzing around his house for the better part of the morning. It was raining out and he was bored. It was days like this he really missed his wife. They had managed to make it work for a few years but Harry’s taste for kinky sex was just a bit too kinky for her, so eventually that was what ended it for them. Since then he had found one or two temporary partners that also indulged in the swinging lifestyle, but so far none of them lasted very long. He was starting to think he may have to place an ad on one of those sites just for swingers, and see what he could find.
Harry was just mulling these kind of things over in his head when he heard a knock on his door. He paused for a moment, now who the heck could this be knocking on his door on a rainy Saturday afternoon? He was prepared for the worse, a salesman or someone pushing religion. He took his time heading toward his front door. He didn’t even bother to peek through the peep hole, he just opened it up, ready to repel whatever they were selling.
He swung the door open and was momentarily caught off balance. His moth was open but nothing came out, until he got a grip and adjusted.
“Oh, hey. Natalie. What are you doing out in the rain? Here come in, you’re getting all wet.” He stepped slightly aside so the young neighbor girl could come inside. “What can I do for you Natalie?”
Courtney said:Natalie and her family had been living next door to Mr. Jones for probably about four years now, after they had relocated to get her into a better school. Back then he’d been married, and her own parents had been quite friendly with the couple, but that seemed to change a little after Harold’s divorce. At the time, being fifteen, Natalie had neither cared nor asked about why they had split up, but had noticed that gradually her parents had gone round to visit their next door neighbour less and less. Nowadays it was at the point where they would give each other a polite wave and a ‘Good morning’ if they happened to see each other on the way to work, and that was about it.
A few months ago, now eighteen, the teen had finally become interested enough to actually ask why her parents’ friendship with Harry had drifted apart. Neither of them had given her a particularly satisfactory answer, just making evasive comments. In the end she’d only really found out later after overhearing two others neighbours talking over a hedge that it was because her parents were uncomfortable visiting his home, as apparently there was some sort of devious sex playroom, and that he was into sleeping with other men’s wives, even some BDSM.
Natalie was young, but not naïve. She knew the bare bones of what BDSM was, but found that as she tried to imagine what Harry might get up to (and indeed she did try, given that even at 22 years her senior he quite handsome) she couldn’t really come up with anything. What’s a poor girl to do when she hears all kinds of strange stories about her next door neighbour’s antics without really understanding them? The answer was of course the internet. Now back in the present day, it’s quite easy to understand why an impressionable youth with a hot older neighbours might have developed a small eager curiosity… well, maybe not so small.
It all came to a head one dreary and rainy Friday afternoon, Natalie’s parents were away on a break for their anniversary, and there was nothing else for her to do. Naturally her mind started to wander, and before long she was wondering what Dear Mr. Jones was up to. A devious idea occurred to her then, since her parents were away, why not see if she could have a little talk to Harry, and maybe find out what sorts of things he was into.
Wearing a light red button up polo shirt (which as it happened wasn’t buttoned up very far) and a pair of rather flattering skinny jeans, the slim young brunette braved the rain to quickly run under the cover of Harry’s porch, knocking on the door. As she waited Natalie quickly wiped her glasses dry of the few spots of rain, before putting them back on.
Harry had been just putzing around his house for the better part of the morning. It was raining out and he was bored. It was days like this he really missed his wife. They had managed to make it work for a few years but Harry’s taste for kinky sex was just a bit too kinky for her, so eventually that was what ended it for them. Since then he had found one or two temporary partners that also indulged in the swinging lifestyle, but so far none of them lasted very long. He was starting to think he may have to place an ad on one of those sites just for swingers, and see what he could find.
Harry was just mulling these kind of things over in his head when he heard a knock on his door. He paused for a moment, now who the heck could this be knocking on his door on a rainy Saturday afternoon? He was prepared for the worse, a salesman or someone pushing religion. He took his time heading toward his front door. He didn’t even bother to peek through the peep hole, he just opened it up, ready to repel whatever they were selling.
He swung the door open and was momentarily caught off balance. His moth was open but nothing came out, until he got a grip and adjusted.
“Oh, hey. Natalie. What are you doing out in the rain? Here come in, you’re getting all wet.” He stepped slightly aside so the young neighbor girl could come inside. “What can I do for you Natalie?”