Playing with the neighbour

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Sophie is an 19 years old gentle and well-educated girl. She lives in a rather large house in a plain and standard neighborhood near a big city downtown. Her life is built around different things :
Looking for a job. Having finished high school, she's looking for something interesting. Given the fact that her family has good earning due to a high-position father, Sophie can take her timne and is not needed to work right now. So she fumbles through the ads and takes her time sending letters and resumees.
Friends. She loves to spend time with her friends, mostly Annabelle and Fiona, but also Peter and Archie. Ther's also her neighbour Julia, not as close a friend as those four, but a good friend anyway. They often go out, being on day or evenings, to the clubs, do shopping, and use the large and reknown pool in the backyard of Sophie's house.
Music and dancing. Sophie loves ot listen to music, and she's got a tremendous collection of MP3s. She likesto dance on the music and on dancefloors too.
Volleyball. That's her sport. She's not going to be any way professionnal, although her team does good in general. She like it and spends osme time on it.
Clothing. Sophie loves going shopping and especially clothes. Nice things that suits the feminity she has agreed with. After some years during which she wasn't at ease with the changes in her body, she now is OK with that and tries to enhance herself. Never slutty or too revealing, she likes to be dressed sexyly.
That's it. There used to be Andrew too of course. But since she caught him six months ago in the gym lockers with Annie, there's nothing left about it ; damn she was sucking him on her knees, could you imagine that?

So Sophie has her life around, quite idle in fact... She takes time to appreciate life and her youth. From her parents' way of life, she knows that once an adult she couldn't take that much time for fun. Her dad usually is at work when she stands up and she doesn't see him before sunset ; working hard, he's in charge of the local office of a multinational company in IT, and he tries to give many presents to her daughter, although she'd prefer some more time in his company. Her mum's an artist and she sometimes spends time at home, many days without leaving the house ; without leaving the basement in which she paints dark horribl frames that she then goes to sell worldwide and is absent for weeks or months. So Sophie has the hosue for herself alone for hours and hours, inviting friends there. During the years, her family has developped good contacts with Julia's parents next door and her parents sometimes come by to see if everything's OK. Julia's dad is a gentle man but the most caring one is Julia's mum, the real housewife who cooks so well that Sophie tries to be invited quite often to taste those great meals.

"Julia's dad" as he is called in his neighborhood can sum up his life as that - Julia's dad. The plain Joe from the university - old, but not that old that he has forgotten sex, but old for many of his neighbours, especially the girl next door Sophie.

Julia's dad or as he is known in at work - Professor Darrien Timble was one of those intellectual types - calm, composed, soft spoken and loyal to his wife and his family. He always tried to impart his best wisdom upon his daughter Julia and his love and affection for sweet Margaret, his wife. His love for his wife is only diminished when he needed sex - He needed sex, and the touch of a warm and soft woman's body, while she didn't need any. He is creature of touch, while she believes they should retire from their sex life considering they are "very old" - her words, not his.

On the days when he needed it - he would sit in the front porch waiting for Sophie to walk down the road from whatever she was doing outside - young, nubile and full of energy. He loved to see her wear her knee length skirt that lets him see her slender, long legs. He loved it when she would be wearing her white shirt and black business skirt - all neatly pressed and tucked in. His perversion and attraction towards her always made him feel ashamed of himself, but he couldn't help it - he had to see her body at least once a day.

The times when a good lunch was in order he would ask Margaret and Julia to invite Sophie over - he made sure he said it in a way that didn't arouse suspicion in them.

Hey, he just wanted to look. He wouldn't touch even though he would have loved to.

A day came when Sophie announced that their parents are not around and that she was alone. Julia invited her over, and he was waiting.

Her dad was away on a business trip, "you know in order to maintain our standards in living, just for the money, but I'd love to stay more at home my dear".
Her mum on one of her artistic "voyage" through Old Europe to encounter inspiration and sell more paintings to old proud pretended lovers of art.
And so Sophie was alone for a couple of days. That woudn't be a problem. She had already put on a little program in fact. And the first day Julia came to her place. It was hollyday, and Julia was free for the day. It was a hot sunny day and both girls spent most of the time in their newly bought bikiniis in the backyard near and in the swimming pool. THey had a lot of laughing, splashing, diving, pulling under water, sunbathing, and gossiping. Once or twice Julia's dad came to the fence and asked if everything was OK, and once the girls just asked for something fresh to drink. He brought them sodas. Sophie went to the fence, her body and hair all wet and glistening in the sun, her tiny bikini clinging to her body ; "Thanks mister Timble" she said in a soft tone with a shy smile as she took the cans.
As the day moved on, Julia invited Sophie to a meal that evening at her house. It seemed that Mrs Timble was going to cook one of her most reknown things and Sophie couldn't say no in fact. That would be a way to have some real family life... sort of.

At the end of the afternoon, Julia went back home. Sophie get back inside and put the music on. She knew that when her parents were at home, she was allowed to put it as loud as she did it now. But no neighbour has ever complained about it. Rock music sounded through her open window and she danced a bit in her bikini in front of her mirror. Doing this, she untied it and get free, looking at her naked body in the mirror. She had learned to understand that body of hers, to accept it, although the beginnings of being a woman had been hard. She now took care of herself a lot. Nails at hands and toes were nicely painted. She made sure to always have a soft skin with creams. She put enough sun lotion to avoid burning and get a nice color. She had even decided to shave her pussy and kept it smooth and without any hair. In her navel was a little piercing with a shiny green stone. And her hair she was so fond of was always neatly combed.
Sophie went to take a shower, and prepared herself. Althought Julia's family was almost like her own family, she was maknig sure to respect them and present herself with a good appearance. She dried her hair and combed it and tying it in a neat ponytail. She put on a little makeup, just a little bit. She then took a knee-long light and thin skirt (the weather being still hot in the evening at this time of year) ; one of her favourite ones, with the little flowers. She put on a tight light blue top with short sleeves. A pair of sandals and she was ready to go. She went to her dad's winde cellar, knowing of some social conventions and choose something. She took a couple of flowers form her mum's garden.
And there, as the sun was going down on the horizon behind her, she rang at Julia's door. Wine in a hand for Julia's father and flowers in the other for her mother. SHe put on her best smile ; that wasn't hard or forced because she was really happy and looking forward to this evening.

Darien was in the living room, reading the daily newspaper, when the doorbell rang. He looked up and saw no one around.

"I'll get it!" he yelled to no one in particular and went to the door. He looked out the peep-hole on the door to see who it was.

"Sophie is here!" he thought.

He straightened up. He looked up and down himself to see if he is dressed properly, composed himself and opened the door.

"Sophie! It is so nice to see you. Come on in" he urged her. As she stepped in he took time to notice her incredible body and her smooth skin. He lingered his eyes on her long legs and her shapely buttocks as she moved past him.

Sophie gave Mr Timble a gentle smile "Good evening Mr Timble... this is for you."
She handed him the bottle and entered, passing close to him. As she walked inside, she felt something, a little tinkling, the kind of thing she felt when someone was closely looking at her. Julia came down the stars, and Sophie gave a smile back over her shoulder at Mr Timble, who hadn't moved from the door and she saw his gaze on her. The Sophie turned back to her friend, they hugged each other.

Soon they were the three of them sitting in the living room on the comfortable sofas, as Julia' mother was finishing her work in the kitchen. Sophie had her legs crossed, a fresh soda in her hand, chatting with Julia about that clothing shop that opened recently in the mall.
From the corner of her eyes, Sophie was watching Mr Timble, and he had his gaze constantly on her it seemed... But Sophie shrugged that thought away.

Darien took the bottle she gave him and placed it on the table, just in case he may need to open it later.

He sat a distance from his daughter and her friend chatting. He gazed upon Sophie's beautiful long legs, with those creamy looking thighs now uncovered in part by her sitting cross legged. He watched them move as her expressive chat jerked them a bit when she rested her hands on her lap.

He thought about biting, licking and running his tongue over her soft white legs. He could see a peep of the curves of her beautiful breasts from the side as she moved her hands about. Her thin tight white shirt hugging them nicely. He could see a hint of her bra holding them in place.

He composed himself as he felt his cock harden.

He cleared his throat and got up from his seat.

"Let me fill up that glass of soda for you" he said as he walked closer to them to get their empty glasses. As he knelt down, he felt his hand brush her bare thighs and felt a rush of electricity jolt through his body. He went into the kitchen, half dizzy with lust to fill up the glasses.

He murmerred his hellos and how are you doings without looking into his wife's eyes. Something stopped him

Sophie was chatting and giggling happily with her friend. From time to time, her eyes went back to Mr Timble. It was being more and more clear. She had to be sure. When he stood up to come to them for a refill she leaned a bit forward pulling her shoulders back, thus clinging her top to her curves and exposing the most of her cleavage ; from up there he could peek at the lavender lace she had put on. She smiled up at him. And when her moved down, she felt his move to caress her leg slightly. She was sure he did it on purpose and she grinned at him when she said a gentle "thank you Mr Timble".

He leaved the room for the kitchen...
And the two girls had a little more talking.

When mr TImble came back, it was to announce that the meal was ready and that they should all go to sit at the table. They obeyed of course. Sophie was seating in front of Mr Timble and she took some time to look at hime as he brought some plates from the kitchen. Although old, he was nonetheless still a good-looking man. Handsome. Even seductive.

Darien sat down on the table. In front of him was his temptation - and he didn't know how long he could resist before he had to touch her.

Sophie was looking at him every now and then, sometimes biting into a cherry suggestively. He sat there gazing at her golden hair tied behind her, her slender arms joined to her gentle shoulder curves. Her shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tiny bit of her ample breasts.

He stretched his legs and met hers under the table. She had her shoes off and his bar feet touched hers. He wanted to keep it there, so it will not loose contact with hers, but hesitated. He pulled his legs away quickly. Not moments later, he was contemplating moving it back close to her legs.

Sophie gave him a little smile here and there along the meal, bitting and eating and sometimes even darting her otngue around something. She had understood now the effect she was having on him. Although she felt a little bad about it, because his wife was so close and everything, Sophie thought that it was nice. She loved being looked at, being appreciated. She loved the thought that an olde rman with such experience loved to look at her that way.

And when his legs met hers, she smiled at him. But he soon took them back. A moment later, her own bare foot was playing on his ankle. And slowly, she moved it upwards along his leg under the table, on the inner side. From that moment, she never looked at him and went on with a very innocent conversation with Julia. Sophie's feet soon reached mr Timble's inner thigh. Caressing his pants, trailing along them, but the situation under the table made it impossible to went furtehr, so she caressed him there, both thighs, on the inside.