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The Generous Neighbor

Part 2

Over the next few days Tom thought a lot about his next move. Asking Janet over for dinner and sitting at his dining room table seemed a bit too close to the original incident. Asking her out to a restaurant may be a big step, too fast. He wanted to ease back into a friendly social situation with her, but couldn't think of a comfortable middle ground setting. Then on Tuesday morning Janet and Tom crossed paths in the morning before going to work. Without a plan all Tom could do was offer a pleasant greeting.

“Good morning.” He waved.

“Good morning.” She replied. “I was wondering, would you like to come over for diner? Maybe Thursday? 6 o’clock”

Tom couldn't believe it. What good luck he had. Not only was Janet agreeable to getting together, but she had offered the plan. Tom was encouraged and eagerly agreed.

“Yes. I'd love to. Is there anything I can bring?”

“I don't think so. Well. Maybe a bottle of wine?”

“Certainly. I look forward to it.” Tom waved goodbye, and got into his car. Thursday could not come fast enough. Tom vowed to get a good bottle of wine.

When Tom got home from work on Thursday there was another car In Janet’s driveway. In addition to Janet's little Toyota there was a black Mercedes. Tom waited until 6, but the extra car remained. He decided to wait 10 minutes, but still no movement. He didn't want to be any later for dinner so he decided to head on over.

Tom knocked on the door. A moment later the opened. It was not Janet. This woman was tall, stunningly beautiful, and had an air of authority about her that Tom could not ignore.

“Please, come in.” She said.

Tom stepped into the living room while the woman closed the door behind him. Her sandy blond hair was in a tight French braid that was tied with a short black satin ribbon just above her coat collar. She wore a dark grey business suit, or what Tom thought was almost a business suit. The skirt was short and snug. The coat was fitted and had a plunging neckline. Her shirt must have had an even lower neckline because it was not even seen. Her only jewelry was a simple silver necklace hanging down towards her chest, and diamond studs in her ears. Her long slender legs ended in black high heel shoes, which put her a couple inches taller than Tom. He looked up into her steel blue eyes.

“Thank you for bringing wine. Can I pour you a glass?” She asked.

“Yes please.” Tom said, putting the bottle in her hands. The mysterious woman disappeared to the kitchen leaving Tom alone in the living room. He did not know who this woman was, or why she was here, but she was amazing in every way. He did not know what the plan was, but between Janet and the mystery woman he definitely wanted to stay.

She returned with a glass of wine for Tom and one for herself.

“I'm so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.” She began. “I'm Melissa. I know Janet from work. You must be Tom.”

“Yes, nice to meet you.” Very very nice to meet you, Tom though.

“You were probably expecting Janet to open the door. She'll be ready in a few minutes. Janet told me at work all about you, and after hearing of her plan for dinner tonight I just had to lend a hand. I wanted everything to go just right.” She smiled and took a sip of wine.

“Thank you. I don't mind at all,” Tom replied. It certainly was not what he was expecting, but he was not about to object to having Melissa join them. Or maybe Melissa had just done the cooking? Or just helped Janet get ready? None of these made any sense, but Tom saw no reason to redirect a plan he didn’t completely grasp.

Melissa took a step closer and spoke quietly so that Janet in the next room could not hear.

“Janet was thinking this might be sort of a first date. She is so wonderful and means so much to me that I wanted everything to be perfect for her. I'm just helping her with a few thing. I don't want to get in the way too much. I hope you understand.” Melissa reached out and gently touched Tom’s arm. It was a personal connection that was part confidant and part caregiver. Tom was charged by her skin contact, and was enjoying being drawn in, under her spell.

“I understand,” he whispered back to her. “Thank you.” This had the effect of sealing the deal. They were now colluding partners and Tom didn't have the faintest idea of what he was agreeing to, but everything Melissa said and did seemed so right. They both had a sip of wine, as if signing a contract, and then smiled at each other.

The silence was broken by the ding if a kitchen timer.

“Oh good!” Exclaimed Melissa. “Janet must be ready.” Melissa led the way into the dining room with Tom close behind. Even though she was wearing heels, Tom could barely hear her feet touch the hardwood floors. She seemed to float more than walk. Her tight skirt showed only the slightest bit of ass wiggle as she walked. Tight skirt and firm ass, Tom thought. Yumm.

“We have prepared a little surprise for you.” Melissa announced, gesturing to the dining room table. The table and everything on it was covered by a white sheet. The bumps and draping of the sheet hinted at the items beneath it, but Tom had never experienced this before. Melissa, for all of her charm, certainly had an unusual way of helping. Janet was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah...Wow. Where is Janet?” he asked.

Melissa smiled at him and turned to the table. She reached down at one of end, lifted the white sheet, and folded it back about of foot. There on the table was Janet, looking straight up at the ceiling. Or at least she would have been looking up if it were not for her blindfold. She lay still, a calm look on her face, with only a hint of a smile. Over her ears were large padded earphones. The sheet was pulled back far enough to expose her bare shoulders.

Tom’s eyes widened. He could not believe what was in front of him. He looked at Janet, and then to Melissa, and then back at Janet.

Melissa dipped her finger into her wine glass, and touched it to Janet’s lips. Janet puckered like a kiss, drawing in Melissa’s finger, and sucking the wine from it.

“She can’t hear us,” Melissa said gesturing to the earphones. “She can only feel us.” Tom was speechless. Melissa watched the look of amazement on his face slowly melted into fascination. Melissa pointed to a small dish on the table next to Janet’s head. Tom had not noticed anything else once he had seen Janet. He reached into the dish and picked up a chocolate chip. Melissa smiled as he gently balanced it between Janet’s lips. Janet opened her mouth let it drop in, and let out a soft sigh in appreciation. Tom had no experience in situations like this, and yet Melissa now made him feel completely comfortable.

Melissa lifted the sheet and pulled it back another 2 feet, exposing Janet down to her belly button. The sight of Janet's small breasts and pink nipples made Tom's cock jump. Even laying on her back Janet's small breasts maintained a slightly pointed shape, providing ever so small hills for her nipples to sit atop. Her areoles were each a tad larger than a quarter, with a beautiful pattern of bumps and textures around the perimeters.

Tom was so focused on Janet's bare breasts that it took him awhile to notice that her wrists were tied with rope down to the edge of the table, leaving her palms up, hanging off the edge. Melissa lowered her wine glass and slid the stem between Janet's fingers. Janet gently cradled the wine glass, holding it just off the edge of the table. Tom followed her lead and rested his glass between the fingers of Janet's other hand.

“How very convenient,” He said.

“Yes it is.” Melissa said. “We will need our hands free for other things. Such as these.” Melissa reached into another bowl and held up a clothespin. LookIng at Tom she smiled and gave him a little nod, instructing him to watch and pay attention. With her thumb and finger she gently plucked Janet's right nipple. Janet breathed in sharply in response. Melissa plucked it again. And again. And again. Now Janet's nipple was hard and standing tall, drawing in her areola all around into a wrinkly halo. Then Melissa squeezed the clothes pin, lowered it down on to Janet's nipple, pressing down gently so as to get a full bite of flesh, and releasing. Janet’s tummy tensed as she exhaled. Melissa picked up a very large eye dropped, or rather a small turkey baster, and extracted half her wine from her glass.

“I try to balance endurance with rewards, that is, when I remember.” Melissa winked at Tom. She lowered the dropper into Janet's mouth and left it there. Janet sucked a little wine out, but most of it was still visible in the tube standing up in the air.

“Your turn.” Melissa said.

Tom picked a clothespin and turned to Janet's left nipple. First he gave it a little pinch. Janet's skin was so soft and tender. He pinched it slowly, feeling the firmer tissue inside her nipple. Tom pulled the nipple up, stretching it to an unnatural height, and then let slip thru his grip and bounce back down. Janet's nipple retained some of its pulled shape, but Tom felt he could coax more from it. He pinched and pulled it again, squeezing it a little harder and pulling a little farther than before. Her nipple stood a little more proud. A third time he pinched it, giving it a little side to slide roll between his fingers, making sure all sides felt his squeeze. After the third snap back Janet's nipple remained full and hard. Melissa smiled at Tom, approving of his newly developing skill. Tom gave Janet's nipple one more pinch, tug, and a slight shake. This was not to swell the nipple any more, for it had reached its maximum size, but rather to satisfy Tom's desire to play with and enjoy Janet's body for his own benefit. Again Tom's cock begged adjusting inside his pants. He brought the clothespin down on Janet's nipple, pressing down just as Melissa had done. The pin grabbed its mouth full and bit down firmly. Janet let out a moan. Melissa gave the dropper bulb a squeeze, delivering all the wine into Janet’s mouth. Melissa withdrew the dropper and returned it to her wine glass.

Tom reached one hand into his pants and help his cock find a resting position that was more upward than downward. Normally he would not have been so bold and crass, but given what was happening in front of him it came off more as a vote of approval. Melissa nodded in agreement and said, “I am a tad warm. Do you mind if I remove my coat?”

Tom was enjoying this new found level of authority and sophistication that he and Melissa we sharing.

“Not at all,” he replied. “Please do.”

Melissa undid the one button that was holding her coat closed. She kept her eyes locked on Tom as she smoothly pulled it off. She did not want to miss Tom’s reaction.

Tom worked very hard to maintain a smiling poker face throughout this. Melissa was wearing a black leather bustier, that just barely covered her nipples. It held her moderate bosom up, out, and separated by by a plunging V-neck that cut well below her breasts. A little bit of under cleavage could be seen where the bottom of her breast were cradled in the leather demi-cups. The bustier had a few cinching straps with buckles, and a few chrome rings at the corners for decoration. In front there were two straps that were sort of placed like garter belt straps, but they were a little closer together. They both went down and disappeared inside her gray skirt. Melissa folded her jacket and turned to drape it on a chair. Tom noticed in back there was a single strap that also went down into her skirt. Taking her place back at the table Melissa resumed the project at hand. Looks of mutual appreciation passed between Tom and Melissa as they both took a sip of their own wine and returned the glasses to their respective drink holders.