As Tom pulled into his driveway he saw Janet across the street putting her trash cans out at the curb. Although he had lived there for three years, he had never exchanged more than a few casual words with her during brief encounters like this. Getting out of his car Tom waved "How are you doing today?" he offered a casual greeting.

"I'm glad it's Friday. Been a long week"

Janet sure is talkative today, thought Tom. That's more words than I've heard from her all month.

Janet was a quiet girl, probably late 20's, early 30's. She had shoulder length straight brown hair that she always wore pulled back neatly, and bookish black framed glasses. She had a simple beauty about her. Not a supermodel, but more of a cute girl next door sort of vibe. Average height, slender build, not curvy. Janet clearly worked in a professional office of some sort. Her attire made Tom think that she tried very hard to stretch her paycheck, putting together a business appropriate wardrobe without the ability to afford designer labels.

"It's been a long week for me too." Tom replied. "And on top of that, they tasked me with putting together a poster for the company picnic. I'm not in the least bit artistic."

"I have some art supplies you can borrow. You want me to bring them over?"

"Sure. Thanks."

A few minutes later Janet knocked on Tom's front door.

"I do a little bit of scrap-booking now and then. You should find some useful things in here." She handed Tom a plastic tub full of arts & craft supplies.

"Thank you. When I'm done I'll show you how it turned out."

"Ok." She smiled and headed back to her house. Tom lingered at the door and watched her walk away. She does have a nice little ass he thought to himself, but doubted anyone had ever enjoyed it in person.

That evening Tom started his poster project. He opened up the tub and started taking out all sorts of supplies and tools. Then he found something that completely surprised him. There among all the craft supplies was a stainless steel speculum. While he knew what it was, Tom had never handled one in real life. He picked up the speculum carefully. It was cold and heavy. The polished stainless steel was impressive to hold. He turned it over admiring the curves and the shine. On the top bill of the speculum Tom discovered an engraving in fancy flowing script: "OBEDIENCE IS BEAUTIFUL." He turned it over and found on the lower bill another engraving in bold block lettering: "LEARNING CAN BE DIFFICULT." He didn't know what to make of it all. He examined the mechanics and tried to figure out how it worked. It sure seemed a lot larger than he ever would have expected. Even slightly open it was larger than the size of his cock. Fully open was just ridiculous. How could this ever fit inside a girl?

Tom was pretty sure that finding this in with the arts & craft supplies had been a mistake. Not only was it way too personal to share with a neighbor you barely know, but Tom was amazed that Janet, of all people, would even own such a thing. He thought they were only used in hospitals.

The next day was Saturday, and Janet's car was already gone when Tom got up. After breakfast he finished his poster for work and cleaned up the supplies. He still couldn't believe Janet had a speculum. How was he supposed to handle this when he returned her things? Say nothing to her? Ask her about it? Mention that it was in the tub in case she had misplaced it? While he was very curious he also did not want to overly embarrass her or make an awkward situation even worse. Tom put it on the table next to the tub while he thought about it. Then he noticed one more engraving on the handle of the speculum. It read "PROPERTY OF MELISSA." He wonder who Melissa was. Maybe it wasn't Janet's at all. Maybe it belonged to a friend Melissa, and Janet didn't even know it was in the tub. That seemed like a much more plausible answer. In that case, while it might be a bit surprising, at least he could help Janet return these things to their rightful owner. And what a naughty girl this Melissa must be. Tom's pants needed a slight adjusting.

That afternoon Tom was outside watering the lawn when Janet returned. She waved to him as she pulled into her driveway. Tom's attention was drawn to her legs swinging out of the car, one at a time. He didn't get a peek up her skirt, but the sight of her bare legs was a welcome treat.

"How did your art project turn out?" She asked.

"I did the best I could. Thank you for the supplies. It was a big help." Tom replied.

"You're welcome. Can I see your finished work?" This caught Tom a little off guard as he had not yet decided how to handle the speculum issue.

"Ah... sure. Come on over." Tom's mouth just rolled out an invitation before he had time to think of an alternate plan. His heart started racing with sympathetic nervousness as she crossed the street and walked up to him. It didn't seem right to rush inside just ahead of her to stash the speculum back in the tub, so he just turned and walked with her towards his front door.

Janet walked into the dining room and saw Tom's finished poster on the table.

"I think It looks great," Janet complimented. "The striped borders work really well."

"Thank you. I couldn't have done this without all your things."

"Glad I could be of help." Janet leaned over to pick up her tub and froze. She was staring directly at the speculum sitting on the table to the right of the tub.

"Ahh... I found..., um. That was just..." Tom didn't know how to finish his thought. Janet's eyes slowly rose to meet Tom's. Another awkward moment passed. Janet looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She broke eye contact, lowered her head, and slowly sat down.

"It was in with the art stuff." Tom tried to ease the tension. "I'm sure it's just an accident. It didn't bother me at all."

"I'm sorry." Janet whispered, head still bowed. She lifted her hands and placed them palms down on the table in front of her. It was a calm movement, but Tom thought it looked like a slightly unnatural position.

"Oh. No need to apologize. I'm not offended in any way. In fact, it piqued my curiosity a little." Tom gestured to the speculum. "I've never seen one of those in person. It's heavier than I ever imagined."

Janet did not move or say a word. Tom was growing more and more uncomfortable. He tried again to lighten the mood.

"I saw the name Melissa on the handle. I bet she will be looking for it."

Tom let out a soft chuckle to help ease a little more humor into the conversation.

"Yes," Janet said quietly. "Miss Melissa will be looking for it." She slowly lifted her head and looked straight at Tom. "I hope we can just forget about this." She had a pouty look of innocence that made Tom agree without hesitation.

"Absolutely," he said with relief. "As far as I'm concerned it never happened." Tom felt much better now that Janet was talking.

Janet slowly lifted her hands off the table, returned them to her lap, and straightened out the wrinkles in her skirt. Tom quickly picked up the speculum and gently returned it to the pile of art supplies. After a deep breath Janet stood up, picked up the tub, and turned to leave. Tom walked quickly to get in front of her so that he could open the front door.

After Janet passed through she turned and said "Thank you."

"And thank you again for the help." Tom replied.

Janet turned and walked briskly back home with a quick glance left and right as she crossed the street. There were no cars and no one out walking. She had avoided anyone else seeing what she was carrying. Tom again watched her as she walked away. His interest in Janet had jumped ten fold in the past 24 hours, and now the slight wiggle of her backside as she walked away stirred his imagination and made his cock jump. There was something unusual about how prim and proper Janet was, and yet how strangely she had behaved in the past 5 minutes. He definitely wanted to spend some more time with her. He closed the door and walked back to the dining room. His poster now sat alone on the table, so innocent looking. The people at work would never know the circumstances around its creation. As he went to push the chairs in he noticed a spot on the chair where Janet had been sitting. Tom got down and looked at it closer. There was a wet spot of clear fluid about the size of a dime near the center of the seat. Tom's cock instantly hardened. That dirty-dirty little Janet he thought. I wonder if she knows she just left me a little drop from her wet pussy. Did she just come to his house in a skirt without panties and sit bare bottomed on his dining room chair? Had that been an honest accident, or was that Janet's way sending a subtitle signal? Either way. It was greatly appreciated. Tom gave in to a strong urge and unzipped his pants.