chapter 5 - More surprises

Bernice went home disappointed. Brian told her about Emile’s disastrous marriage and the vow he took never to fall in that trap again, but she really did think she could make him change his mind. But all is not lost, she thought as she got in bed, he was responding well to her efforts and he did have a good time in the club. She did not know if it was the darkness, the fact that there were so many people that they were not noticed or the drinks he had, that brought the change in him. She only knew that she wanted the man more than ever and she was going to get him, whatever it takes. She lay in bed and her fingers followed the path his fingers went earlier that night. She could still feel the shivers and the butterflies they brought with them as her fingers gently caressed the moistness that was forming again. With a smile on her face she slowly drifted off to sleep, one fingers still lingering in the moist folds.

Emile, on the other hand, could not sleep. He was tossing and turning. He knew he wanted that girl more than ever, but he also remembered his vow to himself. He is not ever going to trust a woman again, but he had the feeling that this one is not going to be so easy to forget. After the girls left, Brian told him to let go of the past. He should focus on being happy, because nobody said he has to marry the girl. He just has to give her a chance to show what she is all about. All through the night Emile fought the urge to go over to her house and demanding to be in her bed. At last he fell asleep and in his restless dreams she was running away and he was calling for her. He woke up tired and angry at himself.

Since it was Saturday, he could stay in bed but he decided to go to the office instead. Maybe he could finish some work and take a few days off. He really wanted to go to his beach house again. The thought of the beach and the waves instantly made him feel better and he hastily left for the office.

Just as he entered his office, Brian called. He was glad they had a good time and agreed that Emile’s idea was a good one. He suggested Emile take the week to finish the last project and then take the next week off. That sounded good to Emile. He immediately started to work since there were lots to do

At home, Emile saw the note pinned to his door. It was Bernice, asking him to join them for a picnic the next Saturday. Emile called the number on the note and left a message that he would love to, but would be out of town by then. He left his number in case she was home when he returned. The rest of the weekend passed without any calls from her.

Emile called his mom and asked her to send someone to clean his beach house and told her he will be there for a few days. She was happy to hear that but had plans to leave the day after his arrival. His sister invited her over and already paid for her tickets. She could not cancel. Emile tried to hide his joy over this and said it would be fine with him. He just needed to rest anyway.

Now time seemed to fly and Emile was talking on his phone with the client two days later, when a shadow appeared in his doorway. It was Bernice. He waved to invite her in while he talked. She came inside wearing a long white skirt and blue t-shirt, showing a tantalizing cleavage. Emile tried to sound normal while he watched her sit down. She was looking around the room, seemingly deep in thought when her hand moved down her thighs. Slowly she was caressing them over her skirt as she looked round the room. Emile’s eyes watched her while he tried to concentrate on the conversation. He wished the man would hang up now. The secretary came in, put tea on the table and went out, closing the door behind her. Emile glanced at Bernice and saw her fumbling with her handbag. He smiled secretly at her boldness while the man was talking.

Still on the phone, he saw Bernice get up and wonder around the room, getting closer and closer to him. His heart was beating so fast, he was wondering if the other man could hear it too. She came round his chair and slowly drew her fingers through his hair. Then gently, she started sucking his ears. He could not stand it any longer and asked his client if he could call him back since they finalized their meeting anyway. He hung up and looked up. Bernice was in front of him, pushing his chair back a bit. Then she sat on his desk and put her legs on the armpits of his chair. Amazed he stared at her while she was slowly pulling up her skirt with one hand, her eyes fixed on his. He watched her rubbing her thighs, moving the skirt even higher.

Emile licked over his dry lips as he saw her opening her legs and showing him that there was no underwear. He moved forward to touch, but she warned him to stay away. He sat back and watched as her fingers did all the things he wanted to do with his tongue. Slowly she played with the lips, tickled her clit and opened the doors to the moistness that begs to be inspected. Emile felt his pants starting to tighten as the woman in front of him torture him with her game. Just as he was about to demand taking part in the play, she got up and stand over his legs. Slowly she moved forward and softly brushed her lips over his face while her hands held his to the armpits of the chair. Emile caught his breath as her hands moved to his fly and slowly unzipped him. His hands were free to roam over her body now and he took advantage of the moment. He lifted the shirt, cupped her breasts in his hands and suck on them while she rubbed her soft wetness all over his erect shaft. Slowly she teased him, letting the tip barely touch the opening while she breathed heavily close to his ears.

Bernice whispered into his ear: “I want you so badly. Do you want me to?” “Yes”, he replied. “How much?” she asked while letting him slip inside just a little bit and withdrew again. “Oh, hell, so much!” he almost cried out while he felt himself slip out again. She was teasing again now, letting him inside a little deeper each time and then withdrew again until finally he felt himself slip in all the way. Just a moment she let him savour the surprise then she slowly withdrew again.

Emile could not stand it any longer. With one movement he picked her up and put her on his desk. She smiled at him and clung to him as he took possession of her once again. Now they did not bother about anything. Emile let go of all his fears and all the bad memories. He wanted this girl and she wanted him and she was giving him all of herself. He heard her moan and knew she was very close to orgasm now as he moved with her. Immediately, he withdrew and put his mouth where his desire was, licking and sucking while he inserted two fingers in the moistness of her. He felt her soft clouds folding around his fingers as he heard her groan more and move more rapidly with each groan. He heard her building up to climax and begging him to enter her again. With his fingers still inside her, he moved closer and took possession of her from behind. She went wild under his hands and grabbed his free hand. She sucked on his fingers for just a few seconds when, with a loud groan she reached her climax. Emile could not believe it, as he too, exploded inside her. His hand slipped out of her and he softly caressed her until she calmed down.

After she regained her self-control, she got up, smiled at him and pulled her clothes together. “I just came to show you what you’ll be missing on Saturday.” She said. “call me” and with that she kissed him one last time and walked out the door as if nothing has happened, slowly closing it behind her.

Emile was stunned. Slowly he pulled out the Kleenex from his desk drawer and wiped himself, pulled his clothes together and got up. He packed his things and decided to go home. There was one neighbour that needed attention and he was not going to let her go without a fight. A woman like that should not be neglected he decided.

The hallway was empty when he left, the secretary went home. She did ask if she could leave early he remembered. He reached his car without meeting anyone and rushed home to decide on his plan of action, smiling all the way. Today was the turning point in his life, he realized. From now on, nothing will be the same again.

Neighbours - Her turn (4)

Bernice smiled to herself while she showered. Last night would be regarded as one very successful night. Who would have guessed that her handsome neighbour would be so willing to play along? Ever since that day next to the swimming pool, she knew that he was hooked. Every stroke, every moan she made for him, he thoroughly enjoyed. Oh, how she longed to take that hard penis in her mouth, she thought as she gently rubbed the soap all over her body, playing just a second longer with each nipple. The recollection of the events, made her breasts tinkle and her nipples instantly grew hard. She remembered every emotion on her neighbours face as he watched her, thinking she did not know. Her hands drifted down between her legs and she gently played with the folds, the warm water caressing her body. Suddenly her phone rang and she remembered that she had an urgent call waiting for her. With the towel around her body, she rushed to answer, all thoughts of the neighbour forgotten.

Emile woke up from a restless sleep. That woman haunted his dreams the whole night. He could almost smell her next to him. He shaved and showered and then went outside on the balcony with his morning coffee and his paper. It was still fairly early. He was almost finished with the paper when his eye caught a movement next door. He looked up and saw the girl leaving the house. She was wearing a very short dress and the sight made him shiver. Just for a second, the girl of last night lingered in his thoughts. Firmly, he banished the thoughts from his mind and got up to get ready for work.

At the office, it was already very busy. Emile went to his office and tended to his mail. He lost track of time, until his friend called him at lunch time, wanting to know how the movie was. Emile got the distinct impression that the man knew something happened, but brushed it off. How could he? They talked for a while and then Brian invited him to dinner. He wanted to make up for the time they lost the previous night. They agreed to meet on Friday night. Brian told Emile that he wanted to introduce him to someone. No matter how Emile objected, Brian was adamant that he would not take any excuse from Emile. With a heavy heart, Emile continued with his work and dreaded the coming dinner. Blind dates were not his scene, but since Brian was a close friend, he did not want to upset him. After all, it is only a dinner and they won’t be alone. The girl is Brian’s date and he just has to be polite and smile for a few hours.

Back home, Emile was constantly aware of his neighbour though he could not see her. He heard her talking to the dogs, talking on the phone, laughing and singing. He wished he had the courage to go over and introduce himself, but he decided not to. What would the woman think of him? She must be at least 10 years younger than him.

On Friday, Emile wanted to opt out on the dinner, but he was busy and forgot all about it until closing time, when Brian called to remind him of their appointment and told him where to meet him. Emile went home and got ready. There was not much time for thinking now. He was already running late and did not want to keep his friend waiting. Who knows, maybe Brian gets called out again and then they miss each other again.

Brian was waiting for Emile outside the restaurant. Emile thought that a little strange, but did not comment on it. He just hoped that Brian was not called out again, but luckily it was not the case. The girls were already inside. Girls! He thought there were only going to be one? Emile did not ask, he was here, so he just as well could get it over with. He secretly decided to leave as soon as appropriate, not to seem rude.

As they walked to their table, Emile’s heart jumped. At the table sat the neighbour and another girl. Brian introduced them and the girl smiled. Emile did not hear the other girl’s name. They sat down and soon the waiter took their orders. Emile was intensely aware of Bernice next to him. The way her leg brushed against his, her hands barely touched his as she reached for her glass made him shiver. He remembered those hands on other places. They ordered desert and again he remembered the first time he saw her eating ice cream in the café. His mouth went dry. He did not know how he survived dinner and afterwards when the girls suggested they took a stroll on the beach, he automatically agreed.

It was noisy inside the club. People were cramming together on the dance floor. Emile felt sadly out of place, but the girls took to the dance floor immediately. Emile watched them and just smiled. A couple was performing an intriguing dance routine on the dance floor. Bernice stood in front of Emile and pushed her body against him. He felt her hair on his face and smelled her perfume. His hands began to drift. Slowly he brushed it over her thighs. She made no sign that she was aware of it, but he thought he heard her catch her breath. He moved his hand under her dress and she did not object. The music has moved to a slow dance now and they were swaying to the rhythm of it. Everybody’s eyes were on the couple performing. Emile felt the soft lace and moved his finger under it. Her legs spread just a little and his finger moved closer to the moist spot between her legs. She opened more and he felt her hand moving over his. In the dim lights of the club, he could not see her eyes, but he felt her heart racing as his other hand moved to her breasts.

Emile glanced around but no one seemed to notice what they were doing. He felt himself harden as her hand pressed on his under her dress. Still swaying to the music, he moved his finger between the folds and gently caressed her clit. She moaned softly, unheard in the noise of the club. He rubbed it and she held his hand there, open more. She was rubbing her butt against his hard erection that was straining against the pants to be released. The beat of the music was getting faster and as he inserted his finger in her moist opening, he felt her draw back her head and suck his ear. He pushed another finger inside and felt her hand looking for another one. With three fingers inside her, he probed and rubbed and felt her getting wetter by the second. Next moment, she grabbed his penis behind her back and squeezed it firmly as she reached her orgasm and moaned hard. Emile was stunned. She must have been quite worked up to reach it so quickly, he thought. His legs felt weak as he looked at her. She was smiling at him and licked her finger. The music stopped and Brian said it was getting late and he had to go home.

They said their good byes outside the club and Emile went home, stunned by the night’s events. Two nights of this in one week! Emile did not know what came over him. He was usually so sure of himself, in control of his situation. Stunned het went home, wondering what is going to be the outcome of this situation.

Neighbours - A movie to remember (3)

Emile feels irritated. For weeks, the sexy neighbour has haunted his thoughts and dreams. He did not see her again after that day in the sun. Everything was quiet next door too. She must have left for some unknown destination again.

Emile went to work and tried to forget through hard work. He worked long hours, took on extra projects to forget the woman. He could not understand why she had such an effect on him. Usually, he does not really care for that. He promised himself long ago that he would not fall into that trap, seeing what marriage did to his parents. He was always happy with his life as it is. No complications, enough female company when he needed or wanted it, but nobody to own him. He lived his life as he pleased.

Emile played tennis with his friends and joined them for a drink on weekends, but they sensed something was wrong. None of them dared to ask about it though, since they knew him too well. Brian, however, could not stand it any longer. Their friendship dated back from first grade. They grew up together, went to school and university together and were almost like brothers, both being the only child in their families. He knew Emile almost better than Emile knew himself. At last he could not keep quiet and he asked Emile about his strange behaviour. Emile just brushed it off as being very busy and Brian asked him to join him for a movie that night. At first Emile wanted to decline, but then he remembered the long nights at home and the constant look out for the neighbour and he decided to accept the offer.

They met at the cinema and just as they were about to enter, Brian got a call out to an emergency at the hospital where he was a doctor. Emile decided to see the movie anyway and went inside. He was a little late. The movie already started and he sat down in the first available seat he could find. It was dark inside and there were almost no one. It was a week day and probably the reason for that, he thought.

His eyes grew accustomed to the darkness and he noticed a girl next to him. He did not even see her when he sat down! She was not looking at him. He wanted to get up, but then thought It better not to. He did not want to be that obvious. It was a rather sexy film he realized. He did not see the age restriction when his friend bought the tickets and he saw that the movie had quite an influence on the girl. She was stroking her thighs lightly. Not too obvious, but enough for him to notice. He tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn to the slow movements. Slowly her dress moved upwards too, showing her knees and then part of her thighs. He glanced quickly in her direction and saw her other hand, lightly touch her breasts. She wore a low cut top which almost clung to her body. Her skirt was wide and soft he noticed as she used both hands now to caress her thighs.

Emile tried to concentrate on the film again. Some murder was being committed in front of him and the suspect was a very sexy girl. The movements next to him kept distracting him. He saw her hands disappear under her skirt and his imagination just ran wild. He knew what they were doing, without having to see it. Somehow the movements seemed so familiar to him. He knew exactly what they were doing. His pants seemed to have trouble too. He felt a very uncomfortable tugging between his legs. Emile shifted to make room for his growing desire and tried to turn his back on the woman, but could not succeed. Still the discomfort grew bigger. He wanted to stroke too. On the screen, the suspect opened her legs and crossed them again. He noticed the girl next to him opening hers a little wider too, one hand now on her breasts again. The other hand doing goodness knows what under that short skirt.

Emile forced his gaze away from her and tried to concentrate on the film again. Then he felt a hand softly caressing his thigh. He did not dare to look in that direction. His heart missed a beat. Shivers ran through him as the hand moved up towards to his hard erection. What the hell is he going to do when it reached there? Nothing he realized as the hand moved down again. He loved it. He wanted it to move up. He drew in his breath and waited for her next move.

Slowly he closed his eyes, willed himself to stay calm. That treacherous bulge in his pants was giving him away. The hand moved closer to it and he could feel himself harden even further. Then, with one finger, she started to caress the bulge in slow circular movements that drove him crazy. Softly and slowly she caressed him. He shifted a little and opened his legs, his erection straining against his pants. She moved down between his legs and he felt her searching for the tip. She found it! He felt her circling the tip, then gently squeezing it between her fingers before releasing again. He held his breath. All he could think about was not to make a sound. She cupped him in her hand and held him for a while. He clenched his teeth to keep quiet, and held his breath. He felt his penis throbbing and his pants get wet. To be rubbed and squeezed through the pants was very sensual to him. He did not think it would feel so wonderful. The hand squeezed one last time, then it let go. He opened his eyes to see and saw the movie came to an end. He looked at the girl next to him. She was gone!

Emile got up and went to the dressing rooms. His erection was still painfully crushed against his pants and it needed relief fast! He made it to the loo without being seen and the minute the door closed behind him, he hastily unzipped his zipper and gripped his penis. He barely touched himself, when he exploded. The release was unbelievable. Weeks of frustration and wanting exploded. He sat down to catch his breath. After a few minutes, he tried to clean himself as best he could and went out. He washed his hands and face, tried to regain control again and left for home.

In bed, Emile replayed the evening in his thoughts; over and over again. He would never believe such a story when one of his friends told it. They would laugh at him! Still the woman’s actions seemed so familiar to him. He just could not remember why he felt like that. At last, he drifted off to sleep.