This is the third part of this story. Please read the earlier episodes first. You'll find them on my profile, under stories.

Chapter 4 - Inspiration

“You’ve inspired me, Mandy!” Simon looked and sounded chirpy the next morning as he switched the kettle on and spooned coffee into his cafetière. It was a marked improvement from his dour post-funeral face when I’d first arrived yesterday.

“I’ve been for a bracing walk up on the common already this morning,” he said. “It was a bit damp, but enjoyable all the same. And I phoned the lady who runs the walking group. I’ve agreed to join them for a ramble next Sunday, weather permitting.”

“That’s brilliant, Simon!” I was delighted he’d taken action already. “Any thoughts about the Park Run on Saturday, then?”

“I’d like to join you for that too, but not for another week or so. I need to get my legs stronger and my general fitness level up, so I don’t embarrass myself.”

“Okay. That’s sensible. I’m pleased you will be getting out and about and meeting some new folk at the same time.”

I waved a packet at him. “I brought you some choc-chip cookies. I didn’t have time for baking this morning, but these are oaty ones with nuts in, so I think you’ll like them.”

“That’s very kind of you, Mandy. Good job I’m getting some exercise with you treating me to naughty goodies like this.”

“Well, you know what they say, a little of what you fancy…”

He didn’t reply, busying himself with setting cups and saucers on the table. I stood at his sink and gazed out of his window at the drizzle soaking our gardens and obscuring the view of my own kitchen. I’d dashed from there to here, via the gate in our shared fence, underneath an umbrella this morning. It was typical autumn weather for this part of England, so all the more impressive that Simon had braved it and gone for a walk.

“Speaking of a little of what you fancy… did you give any more thought to our other discussion from yesterday, Simon?”

“Umm, yes. I have thought about it quite a bit, actually,” he said, placing the filled cafetière on the table and drawing out a chair for me. “Please have a seat, Mandy.”

When we were both seated facing one another, I noticed he was staring at his hands and they were shaking slightly. I reached out and squeezed one of them. He looked up and I smiled at him, keeping hold of his hand. “No need to be nervous, Simon. We’re just good friends, looking to help each other out.”

“I… umm… I’m not very good at this,” he stammered. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me… and… and I really don’t know where to start.”

“Why don’t we start here,” I said softly, turning his hand over so that I could rub his palm with my thumb. Then I slowly leaned forward and drew his hand towards me until I pressed his fingers against my right breast. I was wearing a peach-coloured silk blouse over a soft bra, having anticipated this might happen. His hand felt soft and warm through the material.

He took a short intake of breath and then held it. He stared at his hand, as if he couldn’t quite believe what it was doing, but made no attempt to move it.

“Look at me, Simon,” I said, and when his eyes met mine, “It’s okay to touch me. I want you to feel it. I like having my breasts fondled.” I gave his hand a gentle squeeze of encouragement, and slowly his fingers started to move, kneading and exploring, discovering the shape and warmth of me.

“Oh, Mandy!” he breathed. “This is amazing! Liz didn’t like me touching her breasts. Not at all. I can’t remember when I last had one in my hand like this.”

“Well, it’s high time you did. If we’re going to get your equipment working again, we need to find ways to stir it back into life, don’t you think?”

“Oh, yes. It’s wonderful, and something is stirring, I’m sure of it.”

“That’s good to hear.” I smiled, relieved and flattered that I was beginning to turn him on.

“I can’t quite believe that my gorgeous neighbour is letting me fondle her breast,” he said with a sense of wonder as his fingers traced the stiffened nub of my nipple.

“Well, there will be more in a minute,” I said, lifting his hand up my lips and placing a soft kiss in his palm. “But let’s take this one small step at a time. Can you pour us some coffee next, please?”

“Oh yes! Of course! How rude of me… forgetting my manners!” His hands were shaking as he pressed the plunger down and lifted the cafetière, trying to get the dark liquid into the cups without spilling it.

“Not rude at all,” I said, smiling at him, trying to put him at ease. “We both had other things on our minds, didn’t we?”

Simon was clearly out of his comfort zone and I didn’t want to spook him. So I waited until we had both taken a few sips of coffee before setting my cup down. Then I slowly started to unbutton my blouse. His eyes widened over the rim of his coffee cup and he lowered it, trembling, to his saucer.

“Are you okay if I undo this, Simon?” I asked. “It’s my best blouse and I don’t want to get it creased up.”

“Oh… y… yes, yes! Please. Please do.” He licked his lips, as one button after another slipped from its buttonhole and my cleavage and then my flesh-coloured bra came into view.

“There now,” I said as I released the last button and peeled my blouse open. “We can be a bit more comfortable, can’t we?”

He nodded and swallowed, but didn’t answer.

“The nice thing about this bra,” I said, reaching between my boobs with both hands and unhooking it, “is it’s front fastening, which is very convenient.”

I held the soft cups in place over my breasts while I gave him instruction. “Now, I want you to reach over with both hands, Simon…”

He carefully moved both our coffee cups out of the way, then reached across, palms upward.

“… so you can hold these for me.” I leaned forward, lifted the bra cups away, and let my breasts fall into his outstretched hands.

He gasped and closed his eyes, letting his fingers and palms soak up the warmth and softness of my full round globes. When he opened them again there was a serene smile on his lips.

“Oh, Mandy! These are wonderful. You are wonderful!”

He slowly moved his hands, letting his fingers roam and feel my nipples and areolas.

“So soft. So warm and beautiful,” he whispered.

“Take your time,” I said. “It feels as nice for me as it does for you.” I let him explore and play with them while I lifted my coffee cup back to my lips and took another sip.

“I very seriously doubt,” he said, “you feel as good as I do right now, Mandy. I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“And how is the equipment doing? Are you feeling perky in the trouser department, Simon?”

“Very perky, thank you. Never been perkier!” He grinned happily.

“Can I ask you a personal question then?”

“Umm… yes, of course you can.”

“When did you last touch yourself?”

“Touch myself?” he sounded puzzled. “In the shower, do you mean?”

“No, I mean when did you last masturbate? You know, rubbed your cock until you came?”

“Oh… g… goodness…” he stammered.

“No need to be bashful about it,” I said. “I read somewhere that ninety-three percent of men masturbate and seven percent lie!”

“It’s not that,” he said. “I’m struggling to remember.”

“Oh heck! Look, I masturbate at least once every day. I think men are recommended to do the same, for the sake of a healthy prostate, aren’t they?”

“I don’t know about that. It must be around six months ago, Mandy. Yes, it was, I remember now.”

“What was the occasion? Something got you going, obviously.”

“Well… it’s a bit embarrassing, actually.”

“Come on, Simon. You can tell me anything. Remember all the secrets I shared with you yesterday…”

He thought for a few moments, his hands gently squeezing my boobs as he cast his mind back. “Umm… well… Liz’s sister Maggie came to stay. Came to help look after her for a few days, and give me a bit of a break.”

“And you saw her naked… in the shower?” I suggested.

“Oh no, not naked. I saw her in her underwear. In her bra and panties. She had a habit of leaving the spare bedroom door open a little bit. I shouldn’t have looked, but I couldn’t tear myself away. I still feel guilty about it.”

“And seeing her like that got you hard? Inspired you to masturbate, did it?”

He squeezed both my boobs as the memory returned. “Yes, it was lovely. Such a sweet release.”

“And not once since then?”

He shook his head.

“I find that both sad and shocking, Simon. We need to get you exercising your equipment regularly, as well as your legs. Get you fully fit in body and mind.”

“Umm… okay,” he smiled at me. “I’m happy to give it a try.”

“So… do you think you might feel inspired to give it a go after this?”

“Oh, definitely! This morning has been far more erotic than seeing Maggie in her underwear. I feel as though I could do it right now, to be honest with you.” He rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, very gently. “Your breasts, Mandy, are quite magnificent. Really, they are quite, quite magnificent!”

I glanced at my watch and saw I was overdue for a call to an overseas client. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, my lovely, and I hope you won’t think me a total prick-tease, but I have to go and do some work.”

“Oh yes, yes of course!” he said, ever the gentleman. He slipped his hands from beneath my boobs with a sigh. “I mustn’t monopolise you.”

“Listen, I could quite happily continue all afternoon, Simon, but I really do have to go.” I was juggling my breasts back into their cups and refastening my bra as I spoke. “But if you’re happy to carry on where we left off, I’ll be back for coffee tomorrow at eleven.”

He sent a grateful smile across the kitchen table. “That would be wonderful, thank you, Mandy.”

“And in the meantime, if you’re still feeling perky, I’d like you to get your equipment out and give it a nice long stroke. If the thought of caressing my breasts inspires you, see if you can make yourself cum for me, Simon. I will expect a detailed account of how it goes when I see you tomorrow, okay? Every juicy detail!”

“You are such a good friend, and such a sweet lady, I don’t know how to thank you.”

“It’s a pleasure,” I said, doing up the last of my blouse buttons. “Now, I must dash. I’ll be thinking of you stroking your cock while I’m chatting to my client in Tel Aviv.”

“Oh, I hope that doesn’t interfere with your work, Mandy?” He sounded quite concerned.

“Not at all. I will be sitting at my desk, with my fingers in my panties, bringing myself to a much-needed orgasm too. He’ll never know I’m cumming on the other end of the line!” I gave him a smile and a wink before leaning forward and planting a long, lingering kiss on his lips.

“Thanks for the coffee. See you tomorrow!”

Next time - will Mandy tell her fella Greg about Simon fondling her breasts? And what effect will it have on them both... in the bath?