What Are Neighbours For!

She didn't like Randy her next door neighbour.

Randy was tall and slim, with a firm muscular body. She guessed him to be in his late twenties. He was handsome too; ruggedly handsome, with shoulder length dirty blond hair. He had never been unpleasant or unkind to her, in fact quite the opposite. He was kind and had been very helpful since she moved into her flat with her new born baby. Sara had needed a man about the place, light bulbs to change; electrical plugs to fit; air conditioning to fix, Randy had been there for her while her husband was away in the UK.

She didn't like him because she needed him, not for the jobs around the home, but because she needed a man. She yearned for her husband's strong arms around her; his closeness in her bed to kiss and cuddle with; and above all his hard cock inside her. Sara was desperate for a man and she didn't like Randy because she was afraid; afraid of being unfaithful to her husband with him.

Tonight the sink had blocked. She hadn't got used to the Australian waste disposal systems yet and she had blocked her drain pipe up. She had knocked on his door and as usual he was ever ready to help her. Minutes later he appeared with his tool box dressed in his usual apparel of tee-shirt and shorts. She gave him a cold beer and started to watch him as he diligently went to work; his firm hands gripping the tools; his muscular arms straining as he exerted strength; and his strong hairy legs holding his weight as he squatted at the sink. She dared not spend too much time looking at his buttocks; it would have been too much. Sara turned away and pretended to attend to her baby.

Randy had told her that he was single, although she had seen women coming out of his apartment on four or five separate occasions; he had also told her that he worked part time in a scuba diving store in town. As usual he made the work seem so easy and she stood chatting to him for a few minutes while he finished his beer. He knew about her circumstances of course; her move from England; her business venture; her temporary renting of the apartment until the purchase of their new home went through. Did he know that she wanted him; that she needed him? She hoped not!

As always she offered him money for helping her and as usual he also pushed her hand away. "I am a neighbour" he told her, in his thick Australian accent, "Neighbours are there to look out for one another".

"I wish there was something I could do for you" she told him. "I feel so guilty about not giving you anything for all you have done for me" she told him.

As he smiled she realised what she had said and how it could be misinterpreted. "I....I...didn't mean it to sound....."

He touched her hand. "I know what you mean!" he told her as he gazed into her eyes.

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