As Martin prepared to walk the final few steps to reach home, the call to close the door to the world seemed loud. Things weren't that bad, he just felt stuck in a rut and the loneliness didn't help either.
"Get out!"
Martin spun around. It was his neighbour, Kathy, who had shattered the peace, her orders seeing four men walk sheepishly away.
Martin and Kathy spoke occasionally, refuse collection, postal deliveries and local planning applications usually the trigger to do so.
Although one to keep himself to himself usually, Martin asked Kathy if she was OK. The departing quartet had looked annoyed and Martin wanted to make sure his neighbour felt safe.
"I'm fine, Just steer clear of sexual politics and inflated egos," Kathy said with a sigh.
"If you want to have a rant about men, I'll listen. We're not all the same, but I wouldn't judge you for thinking so," Martin said, offering a supporting smile as he spoke.
As with so much in her life, Kathy's situation was complicated. Talking things through with someone she knew, but who wasn't a part of the problem, seemed a good idea, even though whenever she saw Martin, he always seemed terrified, as if he wanted to fuck her but hadn't the courage to ask.
Kathy ushered Martin into her flat before getting drinks and sitting down next to him on her sofa. When Kathy began to tell her story, it did feel liberating, but she wasn't sure if the situation was just too complex for an outsider to grasp. To clarify he had understood, once Kathy had finished speaking, her summarised what he had heard.
"So they're friends of yours, but they all want to fuck you and fight over it. They all think they're stud of the year and think they should be your first and only choice. Is that about right, Kathy," Martin said.
Kathy replied to Martin, explaining he had got everything spot on, although she couldn't resist a little cheeky joke at Martin's expense.
"A complete stranger would be able to follow the plot here, although they wouldn't know about the subplot that sees you desperately wanting to fuck me too, would they, Martin?"
Martin's embarrassment was impossible to hide. Kathy would never have imagined herself behaving the way she had just done, and felt mortified. It was the antics of her so-called friends who had caused her to do so and her anger was directed towards them, as well as herself.
This is what happens when you're dragged into a dysfunctional world of jealousy, back-biting and pettiness. You end up no better than they are," Kathy said in a voice faltering with emotion.
Still reeling from Kathy's words, he fought his shyness and asked her to explain how she knew his about what he thought was his secret. Kathy felt an urgent need to take Martin's mind away from guilt and decided a lighthearted approach to the truth would work best.
"I used to see you going about with the same girl every day. Suddenly, I only ever saw you alone. You looked lost, broken and sad and then heard the news she had run off with another man. I wanted to console you but didn't want to upset you, so I decided to stay out of your way.
A couple of weeks later, I was up very early and went to open the window. I saw you standing there, looking dejected again and so I stood naked in the window and slipped a couple of fingers inside and started thrusting. I saw you look up, but kept going, desperate to just see you smile. Seeing you watching me added an extra bit of spice to my show for you and I brought myself to a climax. You smiled and walked away, once I had pretended to have remembered I hadn't shut my curtains. Do you remember that, Martin?"
As she finished speaking, Kathy saw a bulge in Martin's trousers. It answered the question straight away.
"I need some help with some relationship problems of my own. We'll talk about those afterwards. but when I say 'afterwards' I mean after we've done something with that," Kathy said pointing to the outline of Martin's cock standing erect beneath his trousers.
Kathy had no intention of using Martin in the way she manipulated other men, but a desire to make him happy, the favour she wanted to ask him and the fact she felt aroused was a trio she couldn't ignore.
"What did she say 'no' to that you desperately wanted, Martin?" Kathy asked gently. Martin silently lowered his trousers and briefs, took his cock in one hand and looked at Kathy's smile intently.
" I hear you, Martin," Kathy whispered.
Kathy's smile was unbroken as she felt him pulsating in her tender grasp. It was no pity gesture, he would be given a job to do afterwards, but accompanying someone on their maiden flight on blow job airlines was a better than average way to pass the time.
Martin didn't feel the pain of that woman's betrayal as soon as he was in Kathy's grasp. He had done nothing wrong whilst in a relationship and this was as much about starting afresh as it was ticking the box he had wanted to, but hadn't until now.
Kathy had pleasured many cocks with her lips over the years. Some were memorable, some less so, but this was different. It was a gesture of support for Martin and she joked that at least he would be experiencing her for real this time, rather than watching her and having to go back to the flat to deal with the consequences of having done so.
Martin knew Kathy was treating him gently and it made him feel so happy she was doing so. He really wanted to value the pleasure a woman could bring and give it back too, if and when the opportunity arose.
Kathy ensured Martin's experience was memorable and the smile when he came into her expert mouth was a joy to see.. It had been emotional and Kathy relaxed with her favourite vibrator, allowing Martin to take over once she was sufficiently aroused for him to deliver the final flourish with it to trigger her orgasm.
Once time had been taken for Martin to recover, Kathy prepared to talk about the favour she needed. She hid nothing, wanting Martin to make an informed decision regarding her request for his assistance.
"I have a 'fan club' of sorts, Four men I see either individually, or as a group. They were the ones you saw me telling them to leave. They were great until recently, then they began to fight and argue amongst themselves about everything. It's been a good run, but they now think they're indispensable. They're not. You saw me throwing them out, but they'll be lurking, or having someone keep an eye on comings and goings here. I'd like them to see you popping into here as often as you can so they get the message I've moved on. They're ridiculous, not dangerous, but I've got some friends who will scare them off for good, if needs be. I really would appreciate your help and I'm sure I'll tip generously in a way you'll appreciate. Your thoughts, Martin?" Kathy said with a grin.
"It's a new version of helping a neighbour, but I'll give it a go. I'll fit everything in with work, but I'm an accounts assistant at Boston's, so I'm only five minutes away, even when I'm working," Martin explained.
Kathy collapsed with almost uncontrollable laughter, Boston's being the warehouse made famous by the theft of a lorry-load of sex toys from its yard a couple of months earlier.
"I've never been as interested in the world of accounts this much before," Kathy said honestly.
***
Making a slight detour before work, Martin called in on Kathy. as agreed. It wasn't easy for him to stay only ten minutes after his previous visit, but Kathy reminded Martin he would have plenty of opportunities to make fruitful and longer visits once his working day was completed.
Martin called to see Kathy on his way home from work and was pleased to hear there had been no trouble in his absence. Kathy felt happy to be able to pass on the good news and she suggested another crack at Martin's wish list would be a good way to mark his return to see her.
Martin knew immediately what he would like his next new experience to be, but his polite ways made it sound like an apology rather than an eager need to explore new territory. This was something Kathy found cute and strangely erotic.
"It's a bit of a liberty, I'm sorry, but can I see if I can make you climax with my lips and tongue? I made a fool of myself the only time tried to please my ex this way and I like being the one dishing out presents even more than getting them, to be honest," Martin said with a smile. Kathy did not doubt Martin's words for a second.
Kathy had already decided humour was probably the best way to deal with any insecurities or nervousness in Martin and that she would continue to use the technique whenever possible. Simple pleasures suddenly being fun and exciting again were a bonus for her and one she felt at ease with enjoying too.
Excusing herself for a moment, Kathy returned with a jar. It had a small quantity of jam left at the bottom. Martin laughed long and loud as Kathy passed the jar to him, needing no explanation as to why it had appeared, or what Kathy hoped to observe.
Martin began as soon as he and Kathy felt their shared giggles had subsided sufficiently for tuition to begin. Within a minute Kathy felt the jam sacrifice had been unnecessary and that the boiled sweets she had set aside as a training aid would not need to be used for anything other than their traditional use either.
"I'm looking forward to this lesson quite a lot," Kathy said truthfully.
Kathy suggested a slow massage over her legs, as Martin knelt between them, would be a good start and kisses following a similar route would be ideal afterwards too. Kathy was impressed by the way Martin slowed everything down, having found the inexperienced often tended to rush things as a symptom of their nervousness.
Martin's massage and kisses bore the hallmarks of an expert, as opposed to the novice he was. Kathy had high standards when old hands offered this to her and as soon as his tongue and his kisses fell inside her, she just knew Martin was going to nail this and possibly...well, she was hopeful.
Kathy felt Martin had found some belief in himself and he had chosen an excellent platform to showcase it. He had the words 'slow, tumble, reverse, purse, draw, suck and hold' echoing like a chant in his head, whilst Kathy's mind was filled with the floral patterns of arousal and elation over Martin's efforts to please.
The pace was just right for both Kathy and Martin. She had her own quirks, but she knew what women liked in the world outside of excess and she knew if this standard was maintained, he'd be showered with praise and have candidates for his attention hammering at his door.
Kathy's intake of breath caught her by surprise, Martin's latest dive into the seas of erotica plucking her clit magnificently. The years rolled back, she was young and naive and it was the farm hand tying her to the gate-post all over again, Martin wasn't just on course for a prize, he was going to need a cabinet for his trophies at this rate,
Again Martin sunk inside Kathy, she was now twitching, her brow laced with perspiration. Breathing erratically, she felt him descend once more and a kiss of pure beauty sucked her now writhing into the jaws of electrifying climax.
"For fuck's sake, Martin, that's me..." Kathy bellowed, her clit thrashing wildly in the flow of her release.
Kathy had no concept of her own welfare, let alone that of the man delivering her climax, but in this situation, he was conducting the orchestra of orgasm, who played his tune perfectly and with gusto.