Mary stood staring at the flat passenger side rear tyre of her car in horror. This would definitely have to be the proverbial straw on the camel’s back. She felt the beginnings of desperation start to settle in and fought hard against it. She was not going to give in. She was determined not to give in. Not today of all days. Stating that she had had her share of ups and downs would be an understatement. As the very first drops of the forecast rain started to fall, she bit down hard on her lower lip trying to regain control of her emotions.

“Have you got a spare?” A soft voice startled her slightly. She turned to see her neighbour from across the road whom she had earlier seen cleaning his own car. He seemed to have just parked the car back in the garage, and was holding onto a bucket and some old rags which he must have come out to retrieve from his driveway.

“Yes, I do, but I don’t think I will be able to change it now, without getting soaked in this rain.” Mary gave a tight smile gesturing around her. “And, I’ve got to be in the city in 45 minutes, can you believe it?” She shook her head in frustration turning back to look at the flat tyre.

“Well, why don’t you get into the car and I’ll take care of it for you.” He had put the bucket down and had moved across the road, just as the rain drops began to increase in frequency.

“I’m only planning to hit the showers after this, this might actually save me some water.” His smile was genuine as she often seen it.

“Oh, no, I mean I -,” she paused, caught completely off-guard by his kindness.

“Please, I insist.” He leaned over and opened her door and held it for her, taking care to use one of the pieces of rags he was using so as not to leave a greasy smudge on the handle.

“Thank you so much.” She didn’t know what else to do but to smile all teary eyed, feeling silly as she quickly got in, cursing herself for not knowing how to respond to such a random act of kindness. She didn’t even know his name. Their only contact in the last 10 months that they’d been living across the road from each other was the occasional wave and smile from him, which she would dutifully return.

She couldn’t quite place his accent, but then he hadn’t said much. A slight hint of New Zealand to it, maybe. But he almost looked middle eastern, Egyptian, perhaps? He had short curly hair, tanned skin, but still lighter in complexion than the average outdoor type Australian bloke. Average height, athletic build, he seemed to love working outdoors whenever he was home but probably worked shifts in some corporate organisation. From the hours he kept and the clothes he wore - why was she suddenly interested in her neighbour?

She caught herself checking him out in the side-view mirror as he worked away quickly on the jack. She felt the car rise on the passenger side and eventually with the tilt of the car, lost view of her exotic looking neighbour. A neighbour that she knew very little about, who looked to be about somewhere between 30 and 35, putting him easily 10-15 years her junior. A neighbour who was happily married with a young son who seemed to be enjoying his first year in school.

She had seen the wife and son leave in a taxi the previous day, bound for the airport from their luggage, the farewell and the fact that it was the first term school holidays. She had seen him leave for work around the middle of the day, then heard his car return about 11pm.

Mary shook her head and tried to think of something else for a while. Having been a psychology professor, she knew what she was doing. She was finding more reasons to connect with the one person who had shown her genuine kindness in a very long time. Not to mention that she often saw him working outside, and just couldn’t help noticing him in a physical way as she was sure most women in that street did. Not that he was overly muscular or big in any way. It was more that most of the men in that neighbourhood seemed to be around his age, a generation that was not too keen on working outdoors.

As the rain started pelting down hard, Mary’s thoughts went back to her eventful life. Brilliant at university, but not smart enough not to get knocked up soon after her final undergraduate exams, deciding to have and keep the baby, then struggling through a thesis as a single mother and a part-time job as a tutor at the university.

Before she realised it, her little boy was all grown up, with a broken marriage and child of his own. He was now working in the mines somewhere on the other side of the continent in the up and coming Western Australia. His ex-wife was kind enough to bring her grandson once every month to visit his grandmother. She was a 46 year old grandmother. Her life would still have had some degree of normalcy if she hadn’t had to take medical retirement two years earlier due to severe depression. Now she owned an apartment in southwest Sydney, with off-street parking in a new neighbourhood where the demography was heavily leaning towards young couples just starting off in life, mostly in their late 20s and early 30s.

She suddenly felt old and pathetic. She had finally come off her medication three months ago and was planning on finding a stress-free job soon to supplement her medical pension and also to get some form of normalcy back in her life. In her previous life she had dated once or twice, but had usually been too busy with her son and work to really commit. She did not want to end up old and all alone with several cats - she hated cats! One thing at a time, she told herself, trying to calm herself down.

A light knock on her window snapped her out of her reverie again, and she turned her head to see her young handsome neighbour’s smiling face looking at her. The poor guy was soaked, but still giving her a thumbs up sign indicating she was okay to drive away. Before she even thought about powering her window down, he had jogged back to his side of the street, grabbed his half full bucket of water and found shelter in the terrace of his house. He turned back to look at her and as she smiled broadly and waved her gratitude, she couldn’t help but glimpse at his soaked white t-shirt clinging to his lean upper body.

“What is wrong with you, woman???” She screamed at herself as she drove away quickly.

“This is what you get for only ever having lack lustre one night stands with drunk academics, being equally drunk yourself, all of three times in your entire life, as the only sexual experiences you’ve ever had!!!” There was a short time when she had considered if she was a lesbian when she was in her 30s, but she had known even then, that her sexuality had nothing to do with her miserable sexual life. She worked out every day, had done so since she her son was born, so she was very healthy physically. Mentally she knew she had started slipping away more than 20 years ago. She had a difficult childhood to say the least, the product of a broken marriage herself, she sometimes felt these things just carried along further down the family tree like an unwanted inheritance.

Mary had self diagnosed herself a long time back, but had been too proud to get help, instead opting for self therapy, which she knew was a bad idea.

“Oh, get over it!!!” she chided herself again, much to her surprise. The words “Get over it, Mary,” were the exact same words she had said again and again to herself. Something she never would never tell someone who was displaying the symptoms she had of depression, and that was what got her where she was today. A depressed, jobless, self-loathing 46 year old grandmother, who had been wallowing in self pity for the last 20 odd years. She couldn’t help but smile as she thought about adding the description “horny” to her self analysis. Maybe she had moved off her medication too soon. She decided that she was going to bake a cake that afternoon, something that she hadn’t done in a very long time. That should help focus her mind on a goal oriented task, which was what she needed.

Her meeting in the city with her therapist went well enough. She told Mary much of what she knew already, then encouraged her to take up a hobby, as always, and congratulated on her not having turned to her medication for a full three months. Mary thought about asking her if an unnaturally increased libido was a side effect of discontinuing her medication, but then decided to let it pass, lest her therapist ask her to define unnatural. She had been on and off her medication since she was in her 30s and had no idea what a woman of 46 should or should not feel. She’d have to research a bit more about this topic herself first, before bringing it up with her doctor.

On the uneventful drive home, Mary’s mind kept turning this little problem over in her head. Was it because of her medication, or lack of it, or the fact that she had been feeling particularly vulnerable that morning when her neighbour, who she thought was good looking helped her out. She considered the fact that deep down all living things, human beings included are looking to reproduce to send their genetic information forward and therefore always on the lookout for the best candidate. Deep down, we’re all just carnal beings. She smiled at her crude analogy. Thinking back about herself, she had never considered herself as a very sexual person, indeed, after her son was born, she hardly had time for her base desires. She had wondered briefly at some point if that was what caused her mental issues, but had always brushed it aside as a lame excuse.

She had gotten drunk at a friends birthday party after her finals in Uni and made out with a guy she barely knew and hardly remembered what had actually happened that night. He had disappeared soon after, spooked off, obviously when she told him she was pregnant. She had been a virgin before that.

Her second encounter had come years after her son was born at a conference. A one night stand with a visiting professor, and she was probably more drunk this second time. She had woken up the next morning to find herself sprawled across his chubby body. It was his snoring that had woken her up. She never saw the guy again.

Her third and final encounter had been with another visiting professor, a married man, and she remembered a bit more of this romp. She did remember that they were both hopelessly drunk and that he had fumbled for ages with her clothes, before she had undressed herself and mounted him, only to find that he had trouble getting an erection. He had talked her into helping him get into the mood with oral sex, making a miserable effort at returning the favour while she attended to him.

As it turned out, she was more successful. She had got an erection out of him, before he was even able to get her wet, and then he had cum inside her mouth without warning, within seconds of getting his erection. She hadn’t been prepared for this and threw up all over his legs then spent the next few hours dry heaving painfully over the toilet bowl. At some point in the night she must have fallen asleep on the bathroom floor, for when she woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, the fat professor was gone, albeit leaving the sheets and the room reeking of alcohol induced vomit.

Mary was not a regular masturbator, although as a psychologist, she knew it was important to release the sexual tension every once in a while. Her problem, however, was that all her life she had been too busy to ever be in the mood for it. She knew this was very unhealthy, but had never found a solution to it. Maybe she should start there. A bit of clean self help might be a good starting point. Hopefully it would help stop her from oogling her neighbour. She thought about his soaked white t-shirt clinging to his ripped torso again and a warm fuzzy feeling started to develop in her stomach.

“Shit!!! This is not good!” She had to say the words out loud to stop herself from thinking about it. By the time she got back home, the rain had eased, her neighbour was nowhere to be seen and the afternoon sun was already drying up the road surface. She parked her car and got out. Suddenly she felt overly conscious, as if her neighbour might be watching her from behind the blinds in his lounge window. Mary opened the front door to her place feeling very silly.

As she walked into her kitchen, she realised she was breathing hard and to her horror found that she was wet. More wet than she had been in a very long time. She felt herself blushing. Walking around was reminding her of how wet she was, which in turn was making her more wet. So she held the kitchen counter with both hands and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control her breathing. Her hard nipples were straining against her lace bra and as her breathing slowly returned to normal, she knew she would have to clean her wetness and change her panties. She was soaking.

“Damn it, woman!!!” she cursed herself as she headed upstairs to her bedroom. Once upstairs she undressed, ripping off her formal pants and coat, grabbed a summer dress and clean panties and stepped into her bathroom. The bathroom window was partially open and this gave her a clear view of her neighbour’s house. She shut the window quickly then stepped out of her wet panties.

However instead of dressing up immediately, she made the mistake of looking at herself in the mirror. The sight of her nipples straining against her bra and her moist vagina, sent her heart galloping again. She thought about just doing it now and getting it over with, but she hadn’t done herself in so long, that she wasn’t sure if she could make anything happen. Nevertheless, she felt her hand reach down and touch her sloppy clitoris. The touch sent such a sudden wave of pleasure up her entire body that she had to grab onto the bathroom cabinet so she could steady her legs. She withdrew her hand immediately. When her breathing had returned to normal, she used some tissue to clean herself and then and got dressed. She waited a few moments to steady herself, then regaining her composure headed downstairs, realising that this was the closest she had come to an orgasm in almost 15 years, impossible as it may seem.

Mary spent the rest of the afternoon baking. When she was satisfied that she couldn’t do a worse job with the chocolate cake, she started cleaning the kitchen. This took her well into the evening and it was almost 9pm before she was done. She was just thinking about making herself a cup of coffee and having a piece of the cake, when she heard the familiar sound of her neighbour’s car coming up the road and turning into his driveway.

Suddenly feeling anxious again, she pulled a chair out and sat at the kitchen table, trying to calm herself. This time when the vision of him soaked in the rain came back to her, she didn’t try to stop it. In fact she dwelt on it, trying to remember every little detail. She felt that warm feeling in her stomach again, although, this time, she didn’t get wet immediately and her nipples behaved themselves.

However as she continued to fantasize, a slow arousal began to envelop her. An arousal that she was sure would lead to irrational behaviour, which would seem like a very bad idea in hindsight. But she knew it was exactly what she wanted. To lose control, even if it was for just one night.

Soon she found herself placing the cake in a container, putting on her thongs and grabbing her keys for the front door. She knew if she was going to do this at all, she would need to get outside the house before her rational self kicked in, quelling her need.

Her need was exactly what she focused on until she found herself pressing the doorbell across the street, standing there in the humid summer evening, in her light summer dress that reached just above her knees and had a revealing neckline showing a healthy dosage of her cleavage and the lace edging on her bra. Her dress was very thin as was her bra and she was sure her the outline of her erect nipples were clearly visible, but she glanced down quickly to make sure that this was indeed the case. On a hot night like this, it would indicate arousal more than anything.

Her plan was to thank him for his help, ask him his name, apologise for being such an aloof neighbour, flirt like a tramp, then go home and masturbate until she was raw. The thought made her wet again. She wondered if she should have bought a toy for herself. Hell, she might even take a quick drive to the local sex shop, surely it would be open throughout the night on a Friday evening. Maybe, she wouldn’t be able to wait. She’d try her hands first, she needed to get it out of her system, she was bursting with sexual energy. It had to be the after effects of the meds….

Mary didn’t have time to continue this thought as the front door opened to reveal her neighbour, whose name she had yet to discover, wearing a sleeveless vest that was hugging his lean upper body and a pair of trousers of very light and loose material, which if she didn’t know better, she would have assumed were the pants he slept in. He smiled brightly, his eyes lighting up as they met hers.

“Hi, I’m Mary, from across the road. Listen, I am so sorry you had to get wet in the rain to help me out and I am sorry I turned up out of the blue so late in the evening, but I am so grateful for your help today. I baked a cake as a little token of my appreciation. It’s a chocolate fudge cake, I haven’t baked in a while, so I’m not sure how it turned out, but I hope you like it.” Mary had babbled all that out before he could get a word in. She had turned into a nervous wreck upon seeing him and her only response, as always, was to babble on non-stop.

“Hi, Mary, I’m Jo,” he started extending a hand that she grabbed, before realising that her sweaty palms would give away how nervous she was. “Pleasure finally meeting you formally, and you didn’t have to bake for me. I do love chocolate cake though.” He flashed his genuine smile again. “Please don’t apologise, in fact, if you’re not busy, would you like to come in and have a coffee with me. We can try that cake together…”

Mary wasn’t prepared for this. She wasn’t expecting such generous hospitality.

“I - uh, oh - um, no, well I, are you sure, I mean, I don’t want to, I mean…,” was all she could manage before he interjected.

“Please, it will be my pleasure.” Jo backed away from the door into a wide brightly lit passageway and opened the door wider, gesturing a welcoming hand inside.

“I suppose I could do with a coffee, - um, are you sure I’m not intruding at a family time?” She knew he was alone, but didn’t want him to know that she did.

“My wife and son left for two weeks for a holiday in Cairns, yesterday. I couldn’t go because of work. So I’m actually glad to have some company.”

Mary was inside the house before he had finished. He closed the door and she followed him inside. The passageway opened into an open plan living room, dining and kitchen with a raked ceiling, which gave the place a villa like look and feel, making Mary comfortable almost immediately. She saw an open laptop on the dining table.

“I’m so sorry, I must have interrupted you in the middle of some work.”

“No, actually, you did not. I was writing and had just about hit the much talked about writers’ block when you rang the doorbell.” Jo, looked back as he put the electric kettle on for the coffee. “Please sit anywhere you like. I will run and grab this Colombian coffee that I recently discovered. You just reminded me that it is still in my car.”

“Thanks.” Mary sat at the dining table and stole a curious glance at the screen of his laptop. A hobby writer, huh? His work was in mid document, and from the few paragraphs that she was able to skim over, it seemed the story was discussing a dull part of the life of a house-wife. Something about a dead-end marriage and sexual frustration had just about caught her attention, when Jo came back into the kitchen. A few erratic wild ideas went through her head for just the briefest of moments. She turned the chair so that she was facing him in the kitchen and crossed her legs, shamelessly hoping she was giving him a glimpse of enough exposed flesh, both from her thigh and chest. Was it just her imagination, or was he making a concerted effort not to look her anywhere but her eyes.

“So, Jo - do you write for a living?”

“Oh, no, I’m nowhere near good enough to write something that anyone will want to read,” he gave a polite chuckle, “It’s more a hobby, but I only write for myself. It might sound like a strange thing but it takes my mind off what I do for a living. I am a meteorologist, a weather forecaster to be precise.”

“Oh, wow!!” Mary was genuinely surprised and interested. “I’ve never met a weather forecaster before. I mean in real life. I’ve seen you guys on TV, though.” She smiled at him.

“Well, there is a good chance that you have never really seen an actual meteorologist. The ones on TV aren’t forecasters, they’re weather presenters. The likes of us, work behind the scenes, preparing the actual forecasts that they present.”

Mary recrossed her legs as he was talking and looking at her, and he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander lower on her body. It was only a quick glance, but she was half sure he had stolen a look at her chest and inner thighs. He must have been aware of her protruding nipples forever now. She wondered if he was wearing any jocks under the light pants and whether what he saw would be enough to arouse him to make his hard-on visible. She felt a familiar warming sensation between her legs. She left one hand on her thigh, not daring to pull the dress any higher and placed another lightly on her neck.

“Oh, I see. So how do you guys do that, I mean, how do you actually figure out what is going to happen so far in the future?” She flicked her hair back as she said this, and this time he had to pretend to close his eyes briefly feigning one of those thoughtful looks that people get mid sentence, so as not to stare at her below her neck line.

“Oh, it’s mostly computer derived information,” he turned to prepare the coffee as he said this. He went on to describe what his profession was all about very briefly as he brought around the coffee with tea spoons, cups and sugar around to the dining table. As he took his seat one chair away from Mary, she turned her body toward him, re-crossing her legs and pointing her knee at him.

“How do like your coffee, Mary?” Jo was about to prepare the coffee, but Mary stopped him.

“Please, let me do this part. How do you like yours?”

He hesitated briefly then said, “Black with one sugar please.”

She obliged and leaned over as she was preparing the coffee, not overly so, but just enough to expose the white between her breasts.

Again, she thought it could have been her imagination, but she felt more than saw him steal a quick glance, then shift slightly in his seat, and cross his legs. Was there a hint of guilt on his face as she handed him the coffee.

She took the knife that he had brought out and began slicing the cake, cutting out two pieces, and dishing out one for each of them.

She exposed as much cleavage as she dared without looking too trashy. She wanted to memorize his reaction for her session tonight. Jo was trying to look at his cake and into his coffee cup and had one hand in his lap. She had to give it to him, the guy was a total gentleman, who, even after being almost bullied into an arousal was trying his best to be as civil as possible and averting his eyes carefully.

“So, Mary, what do you do?” He took a sip a piping hot coffee and looked directly into her face as he said this.

“Well I used to teach at UNSW, but I retired two years ago - a medical retirement.” She added the last part at his incredulous look, but was still pleased that he didn’t think she was old enough to retire.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. What did you teach?”

“Psychology, mainly.”

“Oh, wow. Psychology. How intriguing, I don’t think I have met a psychologist before. A first for both of us.” He smiled at the last part.

“A first for both of us yes, although I’ve been around a fair bit longer than you have, so that would mean that meteorologists are a more rare specimen.”

Jo laughed at this, then quipped, “Surely you don’t think I’m younger than you. I’m 36, but thanks for making me feel younger.”

“36, huh? You have a fair way to go yet, young man,” Mary laughed.

“This wisdom coming from someone younger than me - “

“Flattery never got anyone anywhere - “

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t… surely you’re not older than me?” He looked genuinely surprised, incredulous would have been the correct expression.

Mary blushed despite herself. He seemed to seriously think that she was around his age. At that moment in time, she actually wanted him.

“I am much older than you, I have a son who is 23 and a grandson who is 3.”

“No way!” Jo laughed and suddenly opened up. “Impossible!”

“I am 10 years your senior!”

“I am seriously having a hard time believing this! I mean, what do you eat Mary? Honestly, I would have put you at 32, 34 max, no more. It’s not just your fitness and physique, but the skin tone…” he stopped abruptly realising he had let his guard down, “I mean, I meant that as a compliment.”

“Please don’t apologise,” Mary began with a deliberate show of graciousness. “It’s actually flattering to learn that a younger man has been checking me out. A married one at that.” She raised her eyebrows at the last part feeling no guilt at making him blush.

“Can you blame me?” Jo was equal to the task. “You must get this all the time.”

“Stop it! Now you’re just pulling my leg. I am just an old hag, a granny at that. The only thing missing in my life now is a cat, or 10.”

“Mary, I am being dead honest about this, okay, I - please, you must know this already. You’re actually very sexy and look half your age - ,” Jo paused for Mary’s reaction.

She arched an eyebrow.

“I mean, not that I…”

She continued to look at him.

“Not that you find me sexy?”

“No, that’s not what I meant, I was actually saying, or about to say that, not that I - er… well you know, I don’t mean that you’re sexy in an offensive or vulgar kind of way, is what I’m trying to say.”

“Okay, then define sexy.”

Jo smiled.

“You just told me you’re a psychologist, didn’t you? I’m not going to win this, am I?”

“Well depends on what you’re trying to win.” She couldn’t believe that she was flirting with a married man, 10 years younger than her and making him uncomfortable.

“Nothing, I mean.” Jo stopped and laughed. “Look, I think you are very sexy, okay? There, I said it.”

“But not in an offensive or vulgar kind of way.”

“Yes!”

“More in a granny kind of way.”

“Yes - what, wait, no!!! Nooo, you’re toying with me now.”

“I haven’t started toying yet.” She was twirling her hair as she said this, looking into his eyes. He caught onto the innuendo straight away and crossed his legs again, blushing slightly, placing a hand in his lap. A dead giveaway that his discomfort was becoming of a physical nature. She sensed this and leaned in close, over the chair in the middle, exposing a lot more cleavage now.

“So young man, is there another kind of “sexy” that my generation needs to know about, that you kids have invented?”

“Hey, haha, slow down there. This is hardly a generation gap, I mean 10 years is nothing. Technically speaking, I was old enough to be the father of your child when he was conceived!”

“Hahaha, okay that is something I have never heard in an argument before!” Mary was still laughing, when Jo continued.

“But it’s true. I would have been 13.”

“Uh huh?” She gave him another sly look. “You do realise you just revealed something to me that only you know, don’t you? Well, maybe me and a few old friends.”

“I didn’t mean that. Give me a break, it’s your job to get inside my head, okay?” Jo was smiling good naturedly, but blushing as well.

“Oh, I haven’t even tried to get into your head yet, young man.” Mary smiled seductively now, dropping the last bit of inhibition. She was horny and she wanted him. The worst that could happen was that he would ask her to leave politely, but he would never share this with anyone, not even his wife, she was sure of that. He had made a point not to talk about his family or mention his wife anywhere in the conversation, which meant that he was subconsciously interested, but he didn’t know it yet.

“Is that right?” His turn to return the signal.

“Oh, you will know when I am inside your head, that I assure you of.” She was nearing the line between mild flirtation and open invitation now. But she wanted this to be perfect. She sat up straight, re-crossed her legs, giving him another view of her inner thighs, knowing from this distance he wouldn’t have to look down, her legs were nicely placed in his vision.

“The question is, do you want me to get into your head?”

Jo smiled without taking his eyes off her and gave a half shrug.

“Depends on what you’re hoping to find there. But be my guest, anyway.”

And there it was. He had accepted her invitation, although both were waiting for the other to actually say it.

However, this also gave Mary a pause. She hadn’t planned on going this far. Her scheme of a quick flirt to aid her imagination was turning into a bit of an over achievement. She was suddenly aware that they were both plunging in too deep, too fast. Her analytical mind reasoned that her most men would react to her actions in the exact same way that her neighbour was. Most available and single men, that is. Her neighbour was married. Maybe all men were the same, married or not. If the opportunity presented itself, they would jump in, as long as the coast were clear. For some reason she kept thinking that her neighbour was not like that. There was a deeper underlying reason here, that had made it easier for her to tempt him. Or was he just insanely innocent and had no idea what this was all about.

She leaned back in her chair, opting for decency and smiled at him.

“I’m not a trained clinical psychologist, but I do know that the patient is usually more relaxed lying down.” She turned to look at a large sofa.

“Actually, to make it life-like, you will find that the atmosphere in my study room is better suited for this”.

Mary was taken back at his abrupt forwardness and must have displayed some apprehension on her face for he quickly added.

“I mean, unless you are more comfortable here. I only suggested the study because it doubles up as my office when I am working at home. It has a more academic aura to it.”

He had realised that he had rushed in too quick and was trying to backtrack gracefully but failing miserably. At this, Mary had to laugh, throwing her head back.

“Slow down there tiger. We’ve only just got to know each other.”

“I know, I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry, really I am.” He was crushed, something she hadn’t intended.

“No harm done, Jo, and please don’t apologize. I think that’s enough coffee and cake for one night.“ As they both got up, Mary caught a glimpse of his crotch, and was not disappointed. He turned quickly pretending to come around the table to see her out, but not quickly enough.

“It was such a pleasure meeting you, Mary. And thank you so much for the cake, it was lovely.”

As they walked to the front door, Mary suddenly felt a wave of guilt mixed with shame wash over her. She turned and gave Jo a generous hug. He seemed surprised, but only for a second. He returned her gesture warmly and as they separated, she looked him warmly for a few moments in the eyes. It was a look of mutual relief that they briefly shared. A look that said “That was a bit too close for comfort, wasn’t it?”

Walking back to her unit across the road, she dared not look back, but could almost feel Jo looking at her, almost willing her to turn back and wave. Then she heard a door close, and realised how close she had come to possibly sleeping with a married man. Mary didn’t even want to imagine the chain of events that would have triggered. She leaned against her door, staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, desperately trying to drown her need for a drink. Finally, her with will power helping her bring things under control, she decided on a nice cup of iced tea to take into bed.

As she climbed up the stairs, carefully trying to balance her iced tea in one hand and her laptop in the other, Mary decided that she really needed to get herself a job. Anything would do. It was all the time alone locked away in her little ivory tower that was causing this insane urge for a connection with another human being. She knew she was trying to rationalise what she had just done, or almost done, by blaming it all on the side effects of her medication. What she really needed was normal human interaction.

Later that night, Mary found herself lying on the bed, wide awake, the window to her bedroom slightly ajar, to let in whatever night breeze the atmosphere could muster. It was turning out to be one of the warmest summers yet, with the occasional thunderstorm ensuring that the dam levels stayed steady. Despite the heat, she had a light bed sheet drawn over herself. Preferring to sleep in her birthday suit, Mary always felt compelled to cover herself, although there was no one else in the house.

There was no moonlight outside, but her eyes had fully adjusted to the dark. It was these moments of loneliness that would drag up the memories of a life that she felt she hadn’t lived to the fullest. A life where she had been too busy giving, to realise the lack of reciprocation. But tonight was turning out to be different. For a change her focus was on her physical self. The events of the past 24 hours were dominating her thoughts. Her enhanced state of arousal almost all day after seeing her neighbour that morning, then her pathetic attempt to milk more out of the situation, and failing spectacularly. She let a giggle out then immediately felt guilty as she felt that her neighbour must be thinking that the awkwardness of the evening was all his fault, when it was Mary who had set out with a mission.

She recalled the brief view she had glimpsed of his crotch as he had got off his chair to see her out and suddenly realised that she was insanely aroused. Her nipples were protruding through the sheets and she was wet. Her heart rate had picked up forcing her to take quick shallow breaths. Not a regular masturbator and having been on meds that had kept her libido to a minimum for the last 20 years, Mary was not used to being in this state often. Her plans to relieve herself of her desires the previous evening came back to her. After her trip across the road all those desires had disappeared.

That had just changed. She had read about women waking up in a high state of arousal, not knowing what had caused it and giving their partners the night of their lives. Men usually awoke with a boner anyway, didn’t they? She suddenly felt the irresistible urge to touch herself.

Her right hand was placed on her stomach, with the left laying by her side. She moved her right hand slowly up to her left breast, stopping around the breast and then gently cupping it, taking care not to disturb her throbbing nipple just yet. Mary was not large breasted, but she had what she thought were above average sized nipples. She could feel her heart thumping into her rib-cage under her hand. She willed her left hand to remain by her side, resisting the urge to place them between her legs. She wanted to feel every fiery second of this encounter with her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she had an orgasm and she wanted this time to be the most memorable of her life.

Mary had never considered herself attractive to men and as a result had mostly lacked the imagination to pleasure herself to satisfaction. As a teenager, she had only discovered how to satisfy her base desires after hearing her girl friends talk about it. She had tried it one night when she was sixteen and then stayed up all night experimenting. Like all girls her age she often dreamed of meeting Mr. Right one day and the fun they would have together.

Mary was easily the smartest kid in her class, if not the whole school and as a result she was always relegated to the “geeks” club with no social life or boyfriends. She never mustered up the courage to ask any guy out and until she got knocked up at Uni, she had never been with a guy. Her sex life, if you could call making love to yourself a sex life, took a virtual nose dive after that. A difficult pregnancy and extremely demanding postgraduate schedule was more than enough to kill any desire she had.

That had seemed to change recently when she had moved off her meds. She felt she was rediscovering this part of her that she had lost. This sacred connection with that her mind had with her body.

She couldn’t help but moan slightly as she allowed her fingers caress her craving nipple. Mary ripped off the sheet from her body with the other hand and bent her knees, opening her legs a few inches wider. Still she didn’t allow her hand between her legs. Instead, while rolling each nipple between her thumb and fore finger in turn, she slowly slid the other hand down her stomach. She let her trembling hand linger below her navel then moved it onto her left thigh. An involuntary gasp escaped from her lips as her hips bucked with anticipation.

She was acutely aware of the need of her body. She continued to play with both nipples, while rubbing her inner thighs with the other hand. The ever increasing wetness between her legs was becoming harder to ignore every second. Mary was aware that she was moaning lightly. She closed her eyes and the first image that came into her mind was her neighbour with his lean chiseled body, completely naked, going down on her.

Not able to ignore the urge to touch her most sacred spot, she allowed her left hand to feel her engorged and soaking clit. A loud gasp, one that sounded foreign to her ensued as her lower body arched up, pressing her clit against the still trembling fingers of her left hand. Alarmed at how close she was, Mary decided to slow down. With enormous resolve she stopped teasing herself and jumped out of bed.

Naked and barefoot she walked over to her window and looked out. This part of her house overlooked her neighbour’s front door and common lounge. She noticed a light the might have been from a lamp shade between the blinds. Was it her imagination or did she notice the blinds move in a corner, ever so slightly. That was when she noticed that one of the windows was open. If he was sitting in the common lounge, he would have heard her. There was a time when this would have mortified Mary. Tonight was different.

As if to confirm her suspicion, the blinds moved and Jo looked out directly at her window, obviously seeing her silhouette. Mary decided that this was one opportunity that she did not want to miss. Her carnal desires overwhelmed her rational self. In this heightened sense of arousal, there was no way her rational self was going to win. She slipped away from the wind, slipped on her light summer dress, not bothering to put on any underwear, raced down-stairs, grabbed her keys of the dining table, opened her door, and raced across the cul-de-sac street, letting the door to slam shut.

She was just about to reach for the doorbell when the door opened and Jo, expertly drew her in, closing the door behind him in one swift motion. Without saying a word, he took her in his powerful arms and crushed her open mouth with a desperate kiss. His hunger for her was evident with his manhood pressing against her. Jo lifted her off the floor and Mary wrapped her legs around his waist. He broke away from the kiss briefly to give her a dark look of desire as his hands on her bare bottom discovered the naked truth about her night time adventure. They began kissing again, this time more passionately and she sensed that he was less confident with his kiss this time. Almost as if he did not believe he was a good kisser. Mary hadn’t had many lovers, so she was not a good judge, but she certainly sensed some nervousness on his part.

Mary only realised that he had carried her in that passionate mouth-locked embrace all the way to the other side of the house, when he opened a door. She turned briefly to notice a lamp shade providing a dim light from one corner of what looked like a leather-top study table. Jo closed the door behind them and gently placed her on the table. Mary let the loose sleeve of her dress fall away and Jo’s hot mouth wasted no time in gently kissing his way down to her left nipple, which was as hard as a pebble now, screaming for attention. He expertly licked around it, showing none of the nervousness that he had in kissing her, as Mary dug her fingers into his curly hair.

With his other hand, Jo freed her other breast from the dress, all the while making circles with his tongue around her left nipple. As his fingers found her neglected right nipple, Mary couldn’t take it any more and pushed her left nipple into his mouth. His warm mouth closed around her left breast, his tongue still toying with the nipple, then he brought his wet lips around her nipple and started sucking on it. Gently at first, but then as she tightened her grip around his head, he obliged and started sucking with more urgency. As he did this, Jo somehow managed to increase the attention his hands were paying to her right breast.

Mary moaned loudly, opening up to him and lay back on the large table. The leather top of the table heightened her arousal as it came into contact with her now bare back. She still had her legs wrapped around his waist, and as she lay back, his rock hard manhood nestled perfectly between her legs. The only thing separating them now was the light fabric of her dress and his pants. As his mouth alternated between both her breasts, licking, sucking and nibbling in turn, she pulled out his sleeveless tee-shirt, exposing his ripped upper body. The view of his lean muscular back drove her mad with desire. She started gyrating her hips, rubbing his manhood against her now dripping sex through the two flimsy layers of clothes.

Again, understanding her needs perfectly, Jo slid his mouth down her stomach, gently spreading her legs and pushing her dress up, until he was kneeling in front of her, with her legs resting on his shoulders and his mouth inches away from her most sacred region. His hot breath was tantalizingly close. And then after an agonizing few seconds he licked her dripping vagina from the base right up to the clitoris in one smooth motion. Mary gasped and jerked her hips, grabbing his head and planting it firmly between her legs.

And yet again, Jo did not disappoint. He knew exactly what do, as he licked her engorged, wet clit and then starting sucking on it. His fingers now played with her nipples, while he gently increased suction force of his lips on her clit. Mary knew she was very close, but did not care any more. Jo expertly changed his technique, going from sucking her into oblivion to pushing his strong tongue into her inviting vagina as Mary started moving her hips to match his rhythm. This gorgeous man was making love to her with his mouth and she couldn’t get enough of it.

She planted her heels firmly on his shoulder muscles as she first the first wave of an intense orgasm build slowly, using her legs as leverage to move her hips faster on his mouth. She needn’t have worried about motion. As if he was inside her head now, he read her urgency perfectly. As she closed in on the first wave of her climax and her need for penetration went through the roof, the sex god between her legs, moved one hand down, with the other paying expert attention to both her nipples, and inserted one finger into her craving vagina. Mary knew she was going to explode, when he gently inserted a second finger and curled them upwards slightly, finding her g-spot with no trouble. All this time he kept sucking on her, now throbbing clit.

Mary felt more than heard her love juices squirt out of her as she screamed and arched her lower body into the air, Jo’s head tightly trapped between her thighs. As she felt her vagina pump out, Jo removed his fingers and placed his mouth over the entrance, taking every last drop of the first squirt down his throat.

But Mary wasn’t done and Jo knew this, which didn’t surprise her. He went back to work on her immediately as she felt all her muscles convulse involuntarily when his mouth found her clit again. She came again, immediately and, it seemed to her, harder than before. Jo continued to make passionate love to her with his mouth, as Mary gave in to wave after convulsing wave of intense multiple orgasm. She was no longer aware of anything but Jo’s mouth on the most sensitive part of her body, her pain threshold soaring through the roof in her insane state of arousal. Her breaths were coming in shallow bursts, her stomach muscles contracting with every wave that hit her.

She had lost all sense of time and place and only became aware that she was sobbing when the final waves of orgasmic pleasure started to abate. Her clit immediately became overly sensitive. Reading her body language perfectly, Jo released her and placed a calming palm over her sensitive bud, as Mary collapsed back on the table, completely spent and exhausted. She was still getting, what she termed as, aftermath convulsions, but soon these started to subside. Her body wracked by massive orgasms, which had been a long time coming, Mary started to drift off slowly. She was vaguely aware that Jo was left high and dry, but she did not have the energy to think about anything at all. The last thing she knew was Jo kissing her passionately on the lips and Mary tasted her sex for the first time in her life.

When she opened her eyes next, she was in her bed, under covers and the sunlight was streaming through the window. She must have passed out at some stage and Jo must have carried her back to her house and used her key to get her in. Remembering how aroused he had been himself and how thoughtful it was of him not to force her into anything that she obviously did not have the energy for, she felt a deep sense of warmth towards this total gentleman, who happened to be a mind reader.