Roy was more than pleased with his new, big, flat screen. The picture was incredible, money well spent he decided. The movie, an old favourite, began. Roy loved porn movies. With his shorts at mid-thigh and a bottle of lube to hand he was all set for a delightful afternoon.
Outside, it was a warm, almost hot, spring day. His garden beckoned, but he was horny and there was only one cure for that. Roy tried to be good at whatever he did and he reckoned he was a very good masturbator.
He figured the ideal self-pleasuring session should last for two, full-length movies. He seldom made it last that long of course, his movie collection was too good for that. Women always claimed it was the foreplay that counted. If his climax lasted only seconds Roy thought his foreplay should be as long and as pleasurable as possible.
With the new screen Roy realised that his solo sex would be about as good as it gets.
The girl on the screen began her little dance. She was one of his favourites and he loved black lingerie. He squirted lube into his left palm and brought his half erection to full flower. Levering his recliner a little further back he began the slow and steady stroking. On screen the first heavy breast slipped out of the inadequate bra, its nipple pointed straight at Roy. God! The new screen was incredible. Roy’s cock was rigid.
“Roy! Roy, are you home?”
Fuck! He’d not bolted the back door. It was Monica, one of his neighbours.
“Roy, it’s me, Monica.”
Roy got the recliner upright and managed to mute the TV. “Hello Monica, I’ll be right there.”
He struggled to get up but a lube-slick hand slipped on the recliner’s leather arm.
“Roy, I, oh my god!” Monica’s voice exclaimed from much nearer.
He looked round and there she was, staring at the big screen.
“You should knock,” Roy said, anger and embarrassment vying with each other. His shorts were still down, and if she took another step …
Monica stepped into the room and her gaze went from the movie to Roy’s face, then down to his hand which was over his groin. He erection was gone, banished by his embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” she said and turned to flee.
Roy managed to stand and pulled up his shorts.
“If you’d knocked,” Roy said defensively.
She paused in mid stride and, with her back still towards him, replied, “Well, you were hardly dressed to answer the door, were you?”
She turned to face him. “Is that really one of those porno movies?” She looked past him at the screen.
“Yes, I’m sorry.” He looked for the remote but it had disappeared.
“Don’t apologise Roy, I’ve always wondered what they were like.”
On the screen the big blonde had lifted a breast and was licking its nipple.
Roy’s embarrassment went up another notch and he looked behind the chair, found the remote and picked it up.
“No, don’t turn it off. Could we maybe watch it a while?”
“I guess,” he said but wanted to say no. Wanted her gone, perhaps wanted the earth to open up.
“Brian and I just had an awful row. I just slammed out of the house. I don’t know where to go, I’ve no shoes on. Thought I’d come and have a coffee with my old gardening buddy. Perhaps I should go.” It all came out in a rush.
Roy didn’t know what to do. “Let me make us some coffee,” he offered.
“I’d like that.” She crossed to the sofa and sat down, staring at the movie. “I wish I had breasts like those.”
Roy stood in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, and thinking. Monica, and Brian of course, had been his neighbours for forever. She loved gardening, as did Roy. She was attractive enough but he always seemed to see her dressed in her gardening stuff, devoid of makeup and with her hair up. She hadn’t registered on Roy’s lust scale, not until now anyway.
The few times he’d seen her dressed up, she been a different woman, going out with her husband. Monica was Monica, the woman next door who gave him cuttings and seedlings and happily accepted the vegetables he always grew too many of.
Today she was different, rather excitingly different. Wearing a cute yellow summer dress and barefooted and her long hair in a ponytail she looked delightful, beyond pretty, almost beautiful. Not only that but she was sat in his living room watching one of his porno movies.
He carried two mugs of coffee into the living room. Monica sat staring at the TV, her left hand pressing her skirt between her legs. When she saw him she moved her hand quickly away and smiled up at him. It was a strange little smile and she was blushing.
“God! What must you think of me?” she said.
“I don’t know. What did you think of me when you walked in just now?”
She smiled. “You looked so embarrassed and guilty somehow. I thought you looked cute and very sexy.”
“There you are then,” he said, “I think you look very cute and extremely sexy.”
She patted the seat beside her. “Let’s watch together.”
He handed her a mug and sat down.
Roy was acutely aware of his slick cock and his lack of underwear beneath his shorts. He thought about the movie and realised it still had better than an hour to run. Then he thought about some of the scenes still to come. No! He couldn’t imagine her sitting there, next to him, through those.
“I’m not sure this,” he paused and gestured at the screen, “that this is suitable for,” his voice trailed off.
“Suitable for a lady,” she said. Her voice had deepened somehow.
She pressed her hand back between her legs and added, “Perhaps I’m not feeling ladylike today.”
On the screen one scene had ended. Now a woman in a bikini was asleep in a garden.
“An hour ago I came on to Brian. I’d got myself all prettied up. He wasn’t interested; I could see that. Before I knew it we were yelling at each other. He said I was always horny. I said he never was. We both got very angry, very quickly and here I am.”
She looked at him. Her eyes looked huge and they glistened. She didn’t cry, just sat holding her coffee.
Roy swallowed, loudly. “Let’s watch the movie.”
The woman in the movie slid her left hand slowly under her bikini‘s panties. Roy watched the outlines of her fingers moving between her legs.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” announced Monica.
Roy chuckled. “Neither am I.”
“I know,” she said and giggled.
Roy’s cock stirred and he lowered his coffee to try and conceal the restless thing.
On screen the hand was hard at work between the legs and Roy could smell Monica’s perfume. His cock grew and was caught in his shorts and it hurt.
She put her coffee on the small table beside her, got up and went to his recliner. She picked up the bottle of lubricant from the floor and came back and sat down again. She handed him the bottle.
“Go on Roy.”
Roy froze. He couldn’t do it. Not in front of her. He couldn’t.
She took the hem of her dress and slid it slowly up her thighs. Roy watched. Up higher, until she was bare to the waist. A tuft of brown curls peeped out from between her closed thighs.
“Now then, where were you before I interrupted?”
He stared at her nakedness, and then looked up. She was smiling at him, her hand still holding out the bottle.
“I’ve showed you mine,” she said.
He took the bottle. His erection had disappeared yet again. On screen the woman was writhing silently.
His shorts had an elastic waistband, no fly. He was going to have to push them down again. He glanced at her knees, her bare thighs, the delightful glimpse of her curls. He didn’t have a choice did he?
His cock was a little thing now. His crop of pubic hair made it look pathetically small.
Monica got up again. To Roy’s dismay the hem of her dress dropped and covered her.
“I’ll go lock the back door shall I? You never know, somebody might barge in.”
Roy liked the implications of her locking the door. The dress clung to her hips and ass as she headed into the kitchen. This couldn’t be the next-door Monica, could it?
She came back, picked up the remote from the arm of the recliner and sat down again beside him.
On the screen a bronzed young man knelt between the woman’s legs.
Monica said, “I’m sorry, I forgot.” She pulled up her skirt again. The sound came on as she pressed the mute button.
Roy just sat. The situation was quite unbelievable. Monica leaned against him and put her head against his shoulder.
“How long is the movie?”
“At least another hour.”
“Can we watch it all?”
“Why not?” Roy liked that idea although he seldom made it to half way through.
“Can I watch you too?” she asked putting her hand on his bare thigh.
Surely she didn’t expect him to jerk off in front of her? The young man had his face between the woman’s thighs, apparently pleasuring her through the bikini.
“I wish I could persuade Brian to do that,” said Monica, gently stroking Roy’s thigh.
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