More Than Being Neighbourly

MORE THAN BEING NEIGHBOURLY

Ben sat in a battered, but comfortable, deck chair and gazed with little interest at last weekend's newspaper. He rarely bought one but had chosen to do so on the Saturday just gone. It was a weekend rag with its magazine that also had the TV listings for the coming week.

He would make do with that and look at all the photos, scenic and otherwise, but concentrate on some scantily clad model trying to make a name for herself. During his working life, as a fitter for a Richmond, VA, engineering company, he had also dabbled in photography, something that his late wife had encouraged in her younger and most beautiful years.

All of that was over now, his Marilyn dying three years ago and he had been lonely ever since. Still, he owned the house with its tended garden, and he had kept on hoping that his new neighbours would take better care of the place that they rented. He had kept on hoping someone would move in next door who would have an interest in transforming the neglected garden.

He had met, all too briefly Gillian and Ted Jackson, Gill soon engaging his attention as she was the sociable one, talkative and only too easy on his ageing eyes.

She was slender, had bony shoulders and thin arms, a nicely oval face with a graceful nose, and her straw-blonde hair, or was it sandy brown with highlights -- he could not make his mind up about that -- was unruly and tied back in a loose bun at the back of her head. Invariably, he saw her in jeans, worn with a T-shirt or cotton vest, both failing to lessen the shapely curve of her large breasts. If Gill, as she liked to be called, was modest, she sure did not show that side of her character when out in the garden.

She did not have a full-time job, he could only assume, as she was regularly to be seen working outside and tending untidy flower beds and the grass often left to grow until her husband, Ted, something of a wastrel and mouthy with it, had to cut it with a clapped-out mower.

It was when that contraption finally broke down that Gill came round, not only to introduce herself properly but also to beg a favour. He welcomed the opportunity to talk to the young woman before him and wondering, far from idly, if she might pose for him as his wife had once been extremely willing to do.

Looking at her, a young woman who came up to his shoulder and he was lanky and nearly six foot tall, he would need more than one Viagra pill to get his old tool to stand to attention. There had been no problems in that department when his Marilyn had been alive, the often-times pin-up he photographed and for a select few to see, but who kept herself only for him.

"Hello, Ben, morning," she said in her sing-song voice. "I've come to ask a favour."

"Morning, Gill," he smiled and beckoned for her to come in. "Remembering my name's a good start. What can I do for you?"

"Your place sure is neat," she observed after looking around the hallway and then the kitchen. "You have a lot of pictures everywhere and they're...," she hesitated as what she gazed at registered. She blushed. "They're all the same person and... and she's not dressed."

He came to stand by her side as she pointed at one photo in particular. "That is Marilyn, my late wife. I took that over forty years ago and in the style of the time... a slim and shapely woman kneeling and with her hands resting on her knees. It was, and still is, a favourite of mine."

She looked at the picture, then at him, and then looked away.

"Should you be telling me all of this?"

"Why not? You will have to take me for whom I am. I'm no perv. I miss my wife... and I am not ashamed of what I've got hanging on the walls of our home."

"No... no," she answered hurriedly and met his look upon her. "Are, or were you, a photographer?"

"Only in my spare time. I sold a few when people asked me to take pictures of some beauty queen or at a fashion contest. It went from there." He handed her a small cup of strong coffee and pushed a jug of creamer over the worktop. "Well, now, what favour is it you're asking?"

"I need to use your phone, please. Ted's been trying to get the place reconnected ever since we moved in, but now we're going to try some other company to help."

"Use this," he said and held out his mobile phone. "Go ahead, I'll get us some more coffee."

"Thanks, you make a great cup." She saw his gaze travel over her and smiled coyly. "No, I won't pose for you, so don't keep looking at me like that."

He shrugged. "An old habit, I guess, when an attractive woman comes into view."

Fresh coffee was made as he heard Gill talking, her voice rising as she told someone that she could not afford what was being asked. She closed the call and there were tears in her eyes when he came to her in the hallway.

"Here's your coffee..."

"Thanks. You must have more pictures of your wife?"

"Yeah, they're in my part of the house, where I slept most nights. I... we both snored. She told me and I told her, so we chose to sleep in separate rooms. We visited..."

She smiled on hearing his choice of words and did not doubt that the man with his rugged appearance and leanness of build would have been only too keen to claim the woman she had seen posing in the pictures. And the man before her had wandering eyes and was acting just a little flirty with her, even at his age which she put on close to seventy.

"Tell me if you need any help. I live tight and don't splash the cash around, so I could help out."

"In exchange for what?" she asked and gazing at him provocatively.

"I still get asked for pictures, though it's been a while, Gill. People still like some of the pictures I took of Marilyn, s my name is still out there."

Gill nodded and sipped n her coffee.

"Ben would go apeshit crazy if he knew I'd posed for you. No, I can't go there even if money's tight... no, sorry."

"Just keep it in mind." He saw her frown. "I don't go around just asking anyone, in case... in case you're wondering."

"I was beginning to, but you've put my mind at ease. Thanks for letting me use your phone... and the coffee."

"The problem with the phone remains, so use mine when you need to."

Gill nodded and on a soft, wonderful smile, she left him.

He watched her go and knew again how he loved the female form and Gill was no exception, dressed as she was in baggy jeans, down at the heel shoes, and a T-shirt that flattered her figure. He settled in his favourite chair, by the fire that was banked up with dry logs and was a focal point of the spotlessly tidy room, and resumed flicking through the weekend paper, but his mind kept spooling back to a young woman who had called on him.

He would help her out whenever, and however he could, he decided. Favours would, in the end, have an exchange cost.

♥

A few days later he saw her waving over the garden fence as he made ready to cut his grass. Recent rain, over a couple of days, had kept him from doing that. He could no longer put off cutting it and raking up fallen leaves that had blown in on the rainstorms.

"Hi," she called out, "it's me again."

"Hello 'me again'."

She pulled a face and gave him another one of her smiles. "Our mower's died on us. Do you know anything about how to fix them?"

"Sorry, no, and I'm about to use mine on my grass." He met her look on him, his strong hairy legs poked out from a pair of cut-off old jeans, and he had a cotton shirt flapping in the breeze. It revealed his hairy chest, the hair grey but as thick as ever.

"Oh, I don't know what to do," she said tearfully. "So much has gone wrong since we moved in."

"Not everything, Gill, honey... we've met."

"Yeah... okay, we've met," she sighed helplessly.

"Come here!"

He took her in his arms and felt her resist before Gill rested her head against his chest. There was more, he felt her breasts against his chest, and he felt a surge in his old man that had not been felt for such a long time, darned long. But what was the use of such a rush? He would need a pill, maybe two, to get the blood to make him hard enough to take this young woman.

Looking at her and that body would have to suffice.

He took his mobile from his shorts pocket and called the repairers that he used to service his machine. "Fifty bucks just to look at the problem?"

"We can't pay that," Gill wailed as she heard him talk.

He held her close, embraced her shoulders as he shook his head at her in a sign that she should not worry. He would deal with it for her. "I'll bring it in, and we go from there. I'll be with you later in the afternoon. Got that?"

He stepped away from her and put down his phone. Gill was soon by his side once more. Jeez, she shouldn't be so close to me.

"It doesn't change anything, Ben! We can't pay you!" She pulled away and tears rolled down her cheeks. And she looked at him balefully.

Was it all a trick she was playing on him, acting flirty and pressing her tits against him, a frustrated and horny old guy, so that he'd do something else for her? He would play along.

"We'll sort something out. Just don't cry, do that for me."

She nodded and looked at him balefully. "And my grass?"

"I'll cut it. The machine's out and I'll soon be through with mine. I'll wheel it around so go and open your side gate."

She reached out to touch his chest and Ben was prompted to embrace her as the tears kept flowing. He whispered consoling words, but Gill suddenly twisted away and looked up at him, her face reddened and not from crying. She was embarrassed and he knew hwy.

His jeans strained because of his erection which she would have felt pressing against her belly. He too was embarrassed, but what he felt was a sign, to him if not her, that there was life in him yet.

"I'll get on," he muttered and turned away. "See yourself out and mind you close the door!"

"Don't be angry. I understand!"

All he did was wave a hand in reply as the mower was brought to life. Poor and struggling as Gill and her man might be, but he could not deny that she had gotten under his skin; that the young woman was in his blood and that she had provoked a response. He had an aching partial erection, all of it uncommon after all he had been through with the loss of his Marilyn.

♥

The mower got fixed, the cost at over $150 swallowed by him, Gill unable to fully persuade him to add the cost to what they owed him for phone calls. Two causes of concern to them had been dealt with, and while Gill was effusive in her thanks she now stopped short of even being near him if he was tempted to hug her.

In truth, while he totted up what they 'owed' him, he was more interested in her. He wanted to see the young woman naked and the centre of any photo shoot she could be persuaded to pose for. He still had all the props from his times photographing his darling wife, including some of the toys used for raunchier pictures that had been snapped up by 'men's magazines' such a long time ago. She'd even featured in a deck of cards that had a naked beauty on each one.

The weeks passed and the summer grew hotter, the weather often tempting Gill to sunbathe. He would stand, like a voyeur in the shadows of a bedroom that overlooked his tended garden, and look at how she filled a skimpy bikini, her breasts sagging as she lay back on a towel spread on the patio slabs. That happened on days she was not called in for temp work in a store, doing menial tasks.

"Jeez, how I'd like feel a full erection and put it to use as... as I once did with my darling woman."

He pushed open the window and, startled, Gill sat up.

"I made some lemonade. Would you like some?" he called out, ashamed to have been caught out.

He was no voyeur or peeping Tom, but he sure liked to see how her body glowed from the tanning lotion put on, the sag and sway of her breasts as she moved. It was torture for an old guy like him to have an attractive young woman, with her money problems, living next door.

In that, he now thought, there lay a chance to persuade her to pose for him. Step would follow step until he saw just how beautiful she'd been made.

♥

"Go away, let me sleep!" he muttered as the doorbell was rung insistently.

There was nothing for it but to go downstairs and see who had woken him after he'd gone through a disturbed night, having to pee far too often. Was his prostate playing up, even after the latest checks he had had because of his age showing there was no problem to worry about?

Being warm, even at night, he often slept in the nude and now slipped on a thin dressing gown to cover himself, cinching it tight at the waist.

"Why am I not surprised to see you, Gill?" he said with scarcely controlled irritation. "Another problem, is it?"

She took in his appearance for an instant, his unshaven face, hairy legs that poked out from under his dressing gown and his hairy chest and dishevelled hair.

"Sorry to wake you," she said tearfully, "but our car's broken down and Ted simply must get to work. Can we borrow yours?"

He snorted a laugh in disbelief at the question.

"Beautiful as you are, sorry, no... I draw the line at that, Gill."

As if to make the point forcefully, he shook his head, but the waving of one arm in dismissal loosened his dressing gown. He grabbed at it quickly, even as she reddened in embarrassment on seeing his dick swaying before her.

"Oh... gosh!" She turned away but waited for him to say something.

"Tell Ted to wait by my car. I'll get dressed and take him. I'll do this as a favour to you. We will have to talk about this when I get back, got that?"

"Yeah, I've got that. Sorry to be a pain, again."

"Do something for me and we'll settle things as we go, Gill."

Ted was grumpy when Ben strode down the driveway and unlocked the car, the alarm beeping as he did so.

"We're going to be late if we don't move," Ted said.

"You sure expect a lot and give no thanks," Ben muttered in reply. "Tell me where I've got to take you."

They drove in silence all the way and Ben had confirmation that Gill had married a charmless and rude jerk. When they arrived and with a cursory nod of thanks, Ted asked for him to be picked up at five.

"Sure, and while I'm about it I'll see if I can find out what's wrong with your car."

He was too old and set in his ways to put up with this crap for much longer; to take such rudeness and ingratitude. What he did would be for Gill, the woman he ached to see and to photograph. Somewhere, in his studio he would find a place for her picture. He would be able to gaze at a young woman who was beginning to get under his skin, to wind his clock and remind him of his woman when she was the same age; trim and sexy; desirable; in need of help.

Gill was waiting when he got home.

"I know you're angry, but can you look at our car?"

He did not answer her, and she was obliged to follow him into the house. There he turned to face her.

"I will get the darn car looked at, get a quote and get it fixed. Got that?" He spoke on reaching out and placing his hands on her shoulders. She quivered and her lips trembled. She'd never seen him so angry. "Whatever I do, I do for you, Gill. You're a wreck. Does living with Ted turn you into this... not the beautiful young woman that I see... the woman who lives under the clothes you wear? I'd dress you up... take some pictures... help you with makeup unless you know what I'd want if I told you. The pictures I would take would sell. I have not lost my touch..."

"Stop... stop!" she yelled. "I'll pose for you, just don't shout at me. Ted does that many times, so I don't want to hear it from you... a guy who's lived through it all."

"A guy who's met you at this time of his life and old age!"

"Ben... Ben, what you're saying is crazy."

Her tug on his arm stopped him. It did not keep him from pulling her violently to him and before his mouth crashed onto her lips. She struggled, then gave way to his claims upon her.

"Whatever the car repair cost we can't pay!" she gasped, pulling away from him. There was an intense hunger in his gaze that disturbed her.

"I will pay, got that? Just let me hold you and feel you against me. I need pills to get it hard, but I'd do that if it meant being with you... in bed... as payment for what I do for you."

♥

She didn't agree to being taken to bed.

So, Ben arranged for the car to be towed away, and a repair shop rang him, later in the day, with the news of the repair cost. It was over a thousand bucks and the news sent Gill into another spasm of weeping, at clutching his hand and submitting to his embrace as they talked through where they went from here.

"We'll work something out... just you and me," he murmured, pressing his stubbled face to her cheek. His hands lingered on her tummy, and she took one and placed it on the swell of her breasts that he was caught looking at often enough. "May I?"

"Yes, touch and hold me. Ted is so rough and loveless most of the time. What I feel from you is so different... but I can't let it all go, not yet... if ever. You will have to leave me with a choice."

The choice for him and for her to make was simple. He still had his clients who wanted photos and Gill was a woman who fitted within the remit of many magazines and one-off sites on the web for unknown women who got their thrills from posing. The work would fit in with the lower spectrum of porn, but Gill need not know that.

He could be unscrupulous and now his mind raced to think of a way to get Gillian to pose in the nude for him. She'd be safe, would not wait for him to take the Viagra pill, or pills, to give him an erection. Yeah, he wanted to fuck her and rediscover the pleasures of all that a woman could bring, but he was too darned old for her now; horny but not so desirable that she'd let him in because she wanted that.

"Tomorrow, if the weather's right... maybe I could take a few pictures of you? That way I get something back for spending money on you, and that man of yours, in fixing things and cutting the grass. Is that too much for you to agree to?"

She searched for his hand and gripped it. "I'll do it, but... but Ted must never know. Promise me that, please?"

He nodded and brushed fingers over her cheek. "Promise. I'm doing it for you... for us in a way as Ted's not said thank you, not once, for what I have done to help.""

"It's the way he is... selfish beyond telling."

"And I don't like it or him. I wonder how you can live with the guy."

"Circumstances. We're as poor as each other."

"Jeez, how sad is that!"

"Tell me about it," she answered, lightly and without bitterness, in her softly spoken voice whenever she was with him.

They kissed for a long time, and she knew how it was for him; got the confirmation of his lust for her from the caresses he offered, the squeeze of his hands on her breasts, the stroke of fingers across her belly and between her legs, the elasticated waist band of her jeans not deterring his expert caresses down and over her sex. She no longer shaved down there, and the sensations that Ben's fingers aroused justified her decision not to do that.

He made love to her in this way, fully clothed and she had the distraction that she needed from the conflicting emotions that living next door to Ben Talbot aroused; the man with the limp dick but with undoubted lust for her and what she would do for him by posing for pictures, just like the ones seen in his home.

She would become a small part of that life of his that she knew next to nothing about.

♥

Their moments of intimacy had passed and neither sought to pursue them further. Ted checked the 'use by date' on his bottle of 'dick pills' as he thought of them, and they could still be used if, and when, the moment arose to take her.

He went out on some days and photographed flowers and trees, scenes of unspoiled countryside and woods around their hometown, but Gill was never far from his mind.

He was keeping a tally of the money that he had lavished on his young neighbours, and Ted remained as surly and ungrateful as before. The guy also seemed unaware of the neighbour's interest in his wife. The arguments, when he heard them at it, were always about money, or Ted's behaviour towards her. At such times he would look at his photos of Marilyn and remember how it had been between them.

Friday mornings were always the day that he set aside for cutting the grass and as he prepped his mower, he heard the patio door slide open and just caught a glimpse of Gill in her bikini. It was skimpier than before, the small triangles of cloth scarcely supporting those magnificent breasts that he knew some customers would pay good money for pictures of them, covered or bare. A small triangle of cloth covered her mound and from what he could see he reckoned she had shaved it; the cloth looked smooth and fitted snugly.

"Morning, Gill, honey... you look beautiful today."

"Only today?" she smiled, posing for him as he stood on his sundeck and was just able to peer over the fence. She drew closer and touched his hand as it rested on the fence. "You've got your work to do. I had a few days working in a shop as a staffer was ill... so that's why I've not been around."

"I guessed as much. Missed you though," he confessed. "Have you thought any more about posing for me? People pay good money to see pictures of a woman like you and it's better money than working in a store."

"I gave you my answer n that before!"

"I know. It would not be nude pictures, but shots of you as you are now. I'd take them up in my studio." He paused for a moment. "You could see them before deciding. I could also show you some pictures in the albums I keep of the kind of shots I would take... not dirty or porno."

As he spoke, she was laying out a towel on the thin seat cushion that she had laid out on the deck. He gasped, felt a rush of longing in his belly as he caught sight of her breasts hanging loose. Jeez, that cleavage was so deep.

Gill looked up, suddenly. "Stop it. I gave you my answer before."

"And my plan is that if you posed you would begin to pay back some of the money I've spent on you... on you both."

Her shoulders slumped and she nodded in resignation. "I have to face up to that sometime, don't I?"

"You'd have to signa paper that allowed me to sell any of the pictures that I took, but it would also say what I agreed to pay you if they sold."

"Let me see it, read it through... I will not let them be sold without knowing just what they would be used for and by whom. Ted would kill me if he found out."

"Sure, I'll go and get it as you unbolt your side of the pass gate so that I can let you in."

When he returned with the folder and the papers needed she was sitting at the picnic table, her legs crossed and with her face turned up to the sun. He stopped for a moment to gaze at her, Gill's flaxen hair tied up, as it usually was, and deliciously unkempt as if she had just gotten out of bed.

His fingers brushed her bony shoulder and as he gazed down into Gill's cleavage and at her skin that seemed flawless to his sight. She was startled into wakefulness.

"You sure let me know that you like what you see, Ted." She pouted a smile. "Are you getting a hard on?"

"Yeah, and people looking at pictures of you would probably feel the same."

They went through the details of the release form, Gill finally agreeing to the changes that they each initialled in the margins of the two-page contract, and he was free to take pictures of her, clothed as she was ad in the soft light in a part of his tended garden.

"It's getting too warm to go on for much longer," she finally said.

"True," was all that she said in reply and got up from the sheet that he had laid out on the grass, flowering shrubs a backdrop to the pictures that he had taken.

"Come and sit under the umbrella on my terrace and I'll go through them with you. We will pick two or three and I'll pay you a hundred bucks... half of what I will get."

She brushed her fingers lightly over his arm as she sat down and he made to leave her and get two glasses of lemonade. "I like being with you for other reasons, Ted, but the money reduces what I owe you."

"Yeah," he smiled as he leaned in to kiss her upturned face. She did not resist, seeming to take comfort from his attentive ways with her. "Don't think about that right now."

It saddened him to have heard how flat her voice had become when she said it. The debt would reduce even quicker if she posed in the nude, which was what he wanted from her.

"What?" she asked, her hand brushing his bare leg as he made to leave her and she met his appraising glance. "What's going through that mind of yours now?"

"I was thinking of buying some clothes for you to pose in, nothing too daring but sexy. Tell me what dress size you are... bust size... shoe size... height too."

"And then?"

"And then you dress up and the pictures open up new opportunities. I will order a micro-skirt and some clingy blouse... you've got the body and the looks. I'll make the most of them in the pictures."

"I've got the tits you mean," she pouted and interrupting.

"Yeah, those too to make the shoots more interesting and saleable. Don't make it all sound crude... pervy even."

"Some, many even, will think it's just that, all of those things."

"It's not how I look at you, Gill."

She pulled him in for a kiss and squirmed as his hand caressed her thigh and soon stopped its progress as Ben brushed fingers over her mound. "Not that, Ted... we spoke about it, remember?"

"Yeah, we did, but I'm one old guy and persistent with it. You sure get to me..."

"And I've got Ted, a man who I can't control, sometimes. Let what we have be enough."

♥

The outstanding debt kept being reduced in small amounts, the pictures he had taken so far turning over acceptable sums. Gill was amazed by his generosity and the quality of the skimpy black dress and high-heeled shoes, somewhat clumpy, that he had bought off a well-known website.

"I'm not used to clothes or shoes like these," she said, posing in his studio and as his camera whirred. Looking in the tall mirror set in one corner of the room she was pleased with the effect the clothes and shoes had on her, how he had fussed to arrange her hair so that together she looked 'one hot siren'.

"Take them all home, show Ted how good you can look dressed up like a lady. Get him to take you out... go on a special date."

She laughed in disbelief.

"You're kidding me, aren't you? That would be the fucking day if he did as he's not done that in a long time and we don't have the money, remember?"

It was the first time he had heard her swear like that and his look on her made Gill gasp.

"What am I saying!"

"You're speaking your mind, that's all. I can take it."

He watched her go behind a screen and get dressed in the clothes that she usually was seen wearing, jeans and the clingy vest, now hidden by a denim shirt that hung loose over her jeans. She shoved her feet into some down at heel trainers, leaving them unlaced.

"Take that blouse off and pose again," he commanded as an idea came to him. A busty and dirty looking woman could so easily be pictured and might sell to the tradesman magazine market. "Kick off them shoes and muss your hair... yes... pose like that! You're learning.... so look as if you've had a tumble!"

She allowed him to arrange the pose, felt his touches and wondered what lay behind them that was more than just arranging things for a moment's photo shoot.

"I like being here with you, Ted. We don't argue..."

"I know. I cannot help but hear you two sometimes arguing at night. Your room must be next to mine, on the other side of the wall between our two places."

"We have our troubles, that's why I like stepping out of that world and into yours." She clung to him and submitted to Ted's kisses, lifted her face as he pressed his warm lips to her throat. How different it always was when Ted sought her company, and he devoted his time to her. Marilyn, his one true love, had sure been lucky to have him. "Don't make my T-shirt wet... you can hold them though. I like that."

He had pressed his open mouth to the front of her vest, and soon moist circle was seen over one breast, the nipple hard and pressing against the cloth.

"I have that effect on you, do I... horny old me?"

"Yeah, but don't tell anyone. People will talk."

♥

He was amazed at how well the pictures that he had taken of Gill had sold. The debt she and her husband owed had been whittled down to a couple of hundred dollars, and when he asked her what she was doing with the money that he paid her, she replied that it was for a 'rainy day'.

The evenings were best for him to work, and the memory stick with pictures of Annie was in its port on the laptop that he used for business purposes. The studio walls again had pictures of Marilyn on display and amongst them there now were a few of Gill. Marlyn would understand that he would move on but that no one could ever take her place. Gill was so different, but the pictures he had taken again showed a beautiful young woman, slender, skinny even, but blessed in ways that picture editors were now calling, or mailing him, about.

"Are you in trouble again?" he muttered as the door bel rang, early one evening.

Her tearful face peered up at him and she stood on the bottom step. Ted's car was nowhere to be seen.

"What's happened?"

"Let me in and I'll tell you," she demanded and on a breaking voice.

"You will have to come up to the studio. I was working on something when you rang..."

"I can come back."

"No, you're here. Now, follow me." He felt Gill's grip on his hand as he went up the stairs ahead of her and he turned to look at her. "I have pictures of Marilyn on the walls again, so do not be shocked... they are more intimate than the ones I've taken of you. But, as you know now, they sell. Pictures of you would sell too, but I have already told you that."

"I only agreed to it so that the money we owe you is paid off," she snapped in sudden anger, her eyes wild and blinking back tears.

"Hey, darlin'... I asked you to do it, did not force you, remember?"

Gill gazed the pictures and she was seen to blush. "I couldn't pose like that, not even for you."

Ted saw her point at the picture of his darling Marilyn lying on a bed covered by a fleecy cover and with her slender, oiled, legs spread. Her fingers were to be seen easing open her pussy lips. Others had her sex toys, various dildos, at her opening. And then, in several others, she had her sex toys buried inside her, a black one a lifeless member that she had never been tempted to make real.

In all of them, wherever he, or Gill looked, Marilyn had a wistful, sometimes devilish and 'fuck me' smile. No wonder some of them sold and they had lived better than the pensions they could each draw from more prosaic work.

"Sorry... sorry, I can't look at those," Gill stammered before rushing from the room without a backward glance and her feet stomping on the stairs.

"What about the reason for coming here?"

"It can keep. It must keep!" she called out before the front door slammed behind her.

"You idiot, asking her to come up here," he muttered and resumed his editing work. He'd know better for next time, if there was a next time. Asking Gill to pose nude seemed as far away as ever.

♥

"Ben? Are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here." He put down his coffee and put a stone on the magazine he was reading so that it did not blow away on the breeze. It was cooler than in recent days and in that time he had fashioned a low step out of two short planks and battens, fixed them together and placed them by the fence. Standing on them he could get a clearer view of her if she were out there taking in the sun. "What's on your mind, today?"

"You and what I was asked. If I would pose nude. It's been on my mind for a while."

She had a determined look on her face and brushed back her hair, nervily. Every movement she made was watched keenly by the man peering over the fence. Her V-neck t-shirt was sure to show off her tits and she had been unable to control her feelings after another row with Ted during the night. She knew that Ben would not miss seeing her top shaping her breasts and nipples, so she provocatively brushed her fingers over them.

"You know the rate for that I suppose?" he asked even as she acted provocatively before him.

"Yeah, I looked it up on the internet... used my phone to do that. We don't have a laptop or computer."

"The shoots take longer, but I will pay you sixty bucks an hour. I will need a day or so to rig up some lights in the studio and so on."

She was seen to nod. "Fine, I have work today and tomorrow but am free on Thursday and Friday if that suits you, Ted?"

"I'll make it so," he smiled in reassurance. "Are you okay and really wanting to do this?"

"I'll tell you about it when I see you again. Now, I have got to go and catch the bus to work. Make the pictures good and don't make me look cheap. I want to feel that I am loved for who I am not what some sordid guys imagine me to be."

"I'm not one of them sordid guys, I hope you realise?"

"I do. I have known it almost from the moment I first met you."

She was gone and he was left with her words still ringing in his ears. He did wonder, though, if wanting to see her naked and, better still, to find the means to take the young woman to bed, counted as being 'sordid'.

He decided to call her on the night before the shoot, choosing to ring at a time when he knew Ted would not be home from work.

"Hi, Gill, I'm just calling to check you're still okay for tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'm as ready as I'll ever be, but I want to do this and for both of us."

"The room's all ready. I've rigged some lights, and I also put out clean bedspreads that I last used when Marilyn was still with me."

"So, you won't mind seeing me posing on them in the pictures? They'll be a reminder of those times, won't they?"

"It's okay, but it's nice of you to mention it in that way." She really was a doll for thinking of that and showing consideration for him. "I'm also saying that I have a video camera on stand by and that I haven't used for some time. Do you mind?"

"Let's just start with the photoshoot and go from there," she replied in a certain voice. "I'm out of my comfort zone agreeing to pose for you and uncountable others."

"Get a good night's rest if you can. I hope for your sake you don't get into an argument with Ted."

She gave an audible sigh, and her voice trembled when she answered him. "So do I, it makes me so tired."

But when she arrived the next morning, he could see that she was worn out from stress, and she was so darned nervous that it would all be on show in the pictures. He too had a sleepless night, tried to jerk off but that had failed.

"I'll mix us both a drink and see if that relaxes us, you more than me, Gill," he smiled in reassurance. "You sure look pretty and don't blush so. You've got nothing to be ashamed of looking the way that you do. People have already paid for the pictures I have taken."

"Dressed up, not butt naked." She said it nervily and sipped on her drink. "Don't get me drunk will you and take advantage!"

"As if I' do that, hon'," he smiled, but giving her the eye, even if she was clothed in ways that he knew only too well. Some makeup and props, the right lighting, and he would make her look like a goddess. "Are things quieter, more settled between you and Ted?"

"Don't ask! I'm not here to go over all of that again!"

"No," he smiled considerately. "I'Il go sand mix us both a drink, see if that helps."

Gill followed him to the drink's cabinet and watched as he mixed two more rum and cokes, putting some ice in the glasses that he took from the mini fridge set into the cabinet.

"You sure have everything here."

"Except company, but I have that now and when it's possible, with you." He reached out to clink glasses, but Gill stepped close and leaned against him.

"Hold me for a moment, just hold me," she murmured against his chest, one arm snaking around him and soon tightening in an embrace. "Ted's cheating on me, has been doing that almost from the day we moved in next door. I didn't know that I'd find a friend living close to me and wanting only one thing."

"You got me, that's for sure, Gill." She lifted her face and met his kiss as he leaned in to do that. "Let's not get distracted before the shoot. And, besides that, I'll need a pill or two... if we went any further."

She smiled. "Wait and see. Now, come on, where do I go?"

He showed her the bathroom where he had laid out a lace trimmed short nightdress with thin straps and a plunging neckline; also, a navy blue teddy, or lace trimmed body suit with a sheer cut at the hips that would accentuate her tummy and a slit revealing her sex. Had she shaved herself there?

"Gill... oh Gill," he gasped as an image of loveliness stepped into the room after she had changed. Her slender, full-breasted body was more beautiful than he had ever seen or expected to see, the shoots of her on previous occasions insignificant compared to what he now saw.

"Go... go and lie on the day bed... and pose like you did the last time, lean back on your elbows, spread your legs. Let me and the camera see your body and the slit of your teddy."

"Show me."

"No, darlin'... I daren't touch you."

"You're hard, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but how do you know?"

"I can see, and you can see that I've shaved my pussy. I've done that all for you."

The shoot went on for two hours and he asked that she stripped off the top half of the teddy and, later, striped off completely. His blood was raging through his veins; his dick was as hard as it had ever been but without the Viagra to bring it to full length.

"That's enough for now, Gill. You can get dressed."

He had turned away to scroll through the images, and had absentmindedly turned off the lamps arranged on their stands around the day bed where she had posed.

Her warm touch to his neck startled him. Gill moved to stand in front of him, and she reached for the bulge in his pants.

"You're hard but need help from them pills, don't you?" She rose on tip toes to kiss him and reached for one of his hands. "Touch me... touch me everywhere in a moment. Take some more photos while them pills you use take effect. I want to be with you... with you in every way that matters to me now."

"And to me," he blurted out, "but I don't want to disappoint you... or fail you. Ted's a goddamn fool if he's putting it about when he has you."

"Well, while he is and we live next to you, I want to bring some pleasure to you. So, get that dick to stand to attention before it comes inside me in every way that matters."

She followed him to his bedroom naked as the day she'd been born, Ted tugging away his shirt as Gill stroked his skin, moved to stand before him and together they tugged loose his belt.

"Are you ready for this?" he said his voice deepening as he pushed his jeans and briefs down his hairy legs and his penis flopping but its thickness attracting her attention along with its length and the glistening domed tip.

"How Marilyn must have loved seeing that on you."

"She did until I had to take them pills... I'll take one now and we live for the moment. What you do for me and the effect that they will have means we'll only have to wait forty minutes or so."

"Unless I do things for you that makes it all happen a whole lot quicker." They laughed as she led him back into the bedroom, her hand stroking his penis and clamping on it rhythmically. "You're hard enough, so me first..."

"No, let me kiss and touch you."

He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, pressed his lips to her breasts as Gill exulted at the prospect of being loved and not used. She guided hm in his slow and wondering claims upon her pendulous breasts, their nipples hard and pointing up, his lips closing over them as he tugged gently and swirled his tongue over them, sucking from time to time in response to her soft moans.

"On the bed, Ben... eat me out on the bed!"

As she lay back, he feasted on her breasts, then kissed his way down over her tummy as his fingers gently stroked her sex, slid slowly into her in a beguiling rhythm that made her buck her hips in response. Her pussy's lips glistened, his fingers stroked and opened her up before he began to lick over them, his tongue prodding and flickering against her clit.

She writhed underneath and made soft animal sounds of pleasure.

"You taste so good, darling Gill... so good."

She met his kiss, tasted herself on his lips and sucked on his tongue. "I guess it's been a while for you!"

"Too darned long but it seems I was waiting for you..."

"Darling man, just you go on!" she cried out even as his fingers resumed their tantalising stokes and pushes. Her moans became louder, and she squirmed underneath him as he lay between her legs and buried his face to her sweet sex.

He tongued her, finger-fucked her, and he sucked on her sex.

"Are you hard... really hard... has the pill worked, because I want you to fuck me... fuck my brains out and to make me forget everything except that I'm with you!"

"Try this for size, darlin'... it's all I've got and can manage."

His Marlyn was vocal and now, as his penis slid into her warm moist cunt and Gill clamped her muscles on it, he knew just how much he had missed her. Moist as she was, he felt Gill's tightness and put that down to the size of his penis and what that pill had done for him.

They coupled in a frenzy, the mattress creaking demonically underneath them, but he couldn't hold out for long. The pressure built in his sac and what sperm he had soon surged through his penis before he ejaculated in weakening spurts.

"I felt that... keep going Ben! It's okay, everything's okay with me and how we are!"

She kept tugging and squeezing on him, the length and girth of his penis making up for his erection deflating like some punctured balloon.

"Yes... yes... you've done it for me, Ben!" she screamed, contorting her body to maintain all the friction she could as he remained in her.

He'd not left a mark on her skin, had not pressed his lips to her throat nor the swell of her breasts, but she'd pressed her lips to his chest as they humped, and now he felt them on his chest as she came down from her high, the old guy with his limp dick doing it for her.

"I'd rather you didn't mark my skin... not where anyone can see it, hon'... they wouldn't believe a guy as old as me could still do it."

"You have and you've done me!" Gill clung to him and exulted, wrapped her arms and legs around his body as they continued 'dry humping'.

Finally, they eased out of their embrace, clammy from their efforts but satisfied by what had been achieved, Gill kissing him as he lay back on the bed, his body glowing and his caresses slow and confirming that something good had happened between them.

"Don't go thinking this is a one-off moment, Ben, will you?" she said at last and moved to lie on him, her arms folded on his hairy chest and as she gazed up into his eyes.

"I was hoping that it wouldn't be unless that husband of yours will find some sense."

"I told him that we needed to settle things between us. Our marriage isa mess..."

"But there's more to tell me?"

"Yes, I have some good news and some bad news. The good is that I'm getting a divorce. The bad is that I'm moving on... going to live with my mother in Florida. I need to get away, far away from Ted and the new woman he seems to want and is banging more than me.... not that I want him too anymore."

"The woman he seems to want?"

Ben moved so that he was more comfortable. His dick also felt that her closeness, the press of their groin against the other was having a pleasing effect.

"You never know with him. He wanted me and look where it got me. Still, I've only been married a couple of years so there's time to rebuild my life."

"Talking of 'rebuilding'... want to try again. It was so good my dick wants more."

She laughed and slid down the bed to take him in her mouth.

"The other bit of news is that I intend to leave tomorrow when Ted's gone out to work. He'll be gone too in a few days from now."

"I won't mis him, but I will you. Now, come here..."

"I intend to," she smiled and moved to straddle his hips before taking him into her body, raising her hands to her head in rapture as he took her into a spiral of wanton pleasure. "Those darned pills sure make you hard!"

"No, you do, and I'll miss everything about you... your frailty and your strength, your beauty and willingness to try something new. I guess the modelling is finished?"

"Perhaps. I got persuaded to do something naughty."

"Like this, you mean?"

They fucked to a standstill and had little to say by way of a goodbye after that.

"Good luck, Ben, you darling man. I hope you get lucky with whoever moves in after I've gone You still have so much to live for, I reckon."

♥

He was having a lazy day, reading and checking up on his investments, making a few trades, when there was a knock on the door. A removals truck was parked out in the road and a smartly dressed woman in a silky blue dress and with a mass of auburn curls stood on is doorstep.

Her trim figure set her apart from Gill, but then he'd been spoiled by what he had seen of her and then touched. The woman looked younger than him, but closer to his age than wonderful Gill.

"Hello, Ben, my niece Gillian told me all about you... my name's Beth."

Her knowing smile and directness of gaze gave him an uneasy feeling, but he liked the look of her, and she had a sparkiness about her that would ease the sense of loss he still felt with Gill now out of his life.

"Ben and Beth are now near neighbours," he joked. "Want to come in, I can offer you some sparkly wine as a welcome."

"That would be nice, but I'd better move in first."

"Sure, at least we've met."

"I didn't see the point in waiting, Ben." She made to leave. "Oh, by the way, Gill did tell me about some pep pills that you have to use. As I'm a nurse, I may be able to help you with those or see what alternative there is to taking them."

Now that Gill had set him right about things, he now reckoned that he would need them, his choice or whatever Beth might prescribe or recommend.

Growing old might get to be even more fun, after all.

♥