Blond Neighbour

By Gary Bingham

Daphne was comfortable with Billy just walking into her home, as she knew his mother and they had often played games together. The boy was good company with her husband spending long hours at the office. She was an attractive woman but Billy wasn’t interested in her other than as a friend. After all, he must see her as an old married woman, even though she was only twenty-six. Recently he turned eighteen and they continued to enjoy each other’s company, without her considering that he had changed his perspective of her.

They had become closer when he took an interest in fashion and so she listened to his advice on what clothes to buy and which to return. He was getting very close, but she stupidly didn’t realise why. He started helping her to put together outfits when preparing to go out with her husband. The clothes he got her to wear during the day were getting more racy, but she didn’t think anything of it.

Billy knew the neighbour was naïve and gullible, from when they played games in the garden or around the pool. He caught her in a game of chase, pinned her to the ground, then made her pay a forfeit to be let go, which was a kiss. Letting her catch him, she was silly enough to demand a kiss in return. Playing around with an attractive blond bimbo was exciting, but he dare not make a move on one of his mother's friends.

Daphne enjoyed his company because he never called her stupid, or challenged her with difficult problems. Their time together was relaxing, without arguments or being shown up as being foolish. The innocent games they played were about to end, with a challenge she had no idea how to cope with.

The boy had grown into a man and was ready to show her the pleasure a woman could experience, when she received all of his attention. Billy had patience and was willing to spend the time learning all about her needs. She became smitten with him, leading on toward love.

Would they both end up with the same intensity of feelings for each other? Was a teenager able to cope with a woman’s deep feelings for him?

Warning: this is an unequal love story between a young man and a beautiful bimbo.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gary Bingham
• Release date: Nov 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005646295

Gary Bingham

Reading is a passion, both fiction and non-fiction. Writing is a hobby I've enjoyed for many years, and write anything and everything, though recently I've concentrated on world war 2 stories, science fiction, and erotica. Erotica has been more of a challenge than I thought. First it was realised I didn't know as much as first thought. The range of human sexuality is so wide, and often very particular. The same word or phrase in a story can turn someone on, and someone else off. Some women like a story where the female character is humiliated, in fantasy only, and others think it is terrible. It is very true that you can't satisfy all the people all the of the time, and sometimes only one or two readers will like a theme.A common theme of these stories is where a main character is mistaken for someone else, and continues the error from not wanting to be embarrassed. They may suffer greater humiliation from not correcting the mistake right at the beginning, and letting it spiral out of control. But then, it wouldn't be a story if they did the right thing.It is usual for the main character to grow stronger, get what they really want, or fall in love, in the end. Up until then they blunder around, trying to avoid a confrontation, being silly, and treated as though they are stupid, until the truth is revealed or they find it wasn't an accident, they wanted the situation to develop. Some inner need is revealed, and they grow to endorse it.There are other themes in my writing, but they are for you to discover.Don't forget writing is difficult and painful at times, so buying a book is some small reward to encourage a writer to continue. It is a form of recognition for all the hard work. So, thank you for sponsoring for my art, Gary

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Blond Neighbour

Copyright 2020 by Gary Bingham

All characters and participants in this work of fiction are over the age of 18. Anyone who is easily offended by explicit sexual content, or anyone under eighteen, should not read this story.

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Daphne was peeling potatoes for Sunday lunch, thinking about nothing in particular. As soon as the food had been prepared and started cooking, she would get dressed, ready for the family meal. She just wore a dressing gown over her panties, so as not to mess up the new dress she intended to wear.

She wasn't a genius at school, but she was a genius in the kitchen, which served better than any diploma. She had a perfect figure which naturally men admired, meaning keeping it to herself as much as possible. Though, her husband was proud of her and liked to show off his attractive wife, often calling her his trophy wife. Dressing to please him for parties or when they went out together was tolerated, as long as he was close, looking after her.

She was proud of her large breasts which stood up well, the trouble was that men liked them too. At twenty-six she was a young attractive woman with a much older husband, who appreciated her and indulged her.

While in the kitchen she forgot about everything, not that she had any worries, with all her attention concentrating on cooking a new recipe.

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'Hi, Mrs Stewart,' Billy said, as he walked into the kitchen.

'Hi, Billy, how are you today?' she asked, while concentrating on preparing lunch.

'Okay, I just came over to see if you could help me with something,' he asked, with a cynical grin on his face.

Facing the sink chopping a carrot, she said, 'Sure, so long as it doesn't stop me preparing Sunday lunch,’ she said.

Billy was her neighbour’s son, often keeping her entertained with games and conversations, even advice sometimes.

‘It’s important and personal, so I wondered if you minded. My girlfriend told me to find something out, sort of,’ he said, which was partially right.

‘Yes, sure, anything, I don't mind,' she assured him. ‘You often help me and I’m glad to help you out in return.’

'Err, Billy! What are you doing?' she quietly asked.

'I'm just looking for something, Mrs Stewart,' he casually said, while putting his arms around her.

'Mind what you're doing, I'm not dressed yet,' she warned. ‘It’s alright, just don’t stop me preparing lunch, or Mr Stewart will be cross with me.’

'What the! Not my panties! Your fingers are pressing my panties!' she yelped. ‘You’ve made a mistake, you mustn’t go down there! Come on,