Thanks to the encouragement of Marie and May here is the third part
of Michael's adventures with the neighbour upstairs.
In case you missed them Part one starts here
The long summer days began to shorten and Autumn put its gentle hold on the street where Michael lived. Now each week when his wife, Jennifer, left for her yoga class, he would ascend the stairs knowing Gabriela would be waiting for him.
That first time when he had told her about his fantasy of spanking a woman she had made it become a reality. In the weeks since he had learned so much and though their time together was short she kept offering him new experiences. Sometime she would lay across his knees while he turned her cheeks red but other times she stood proudly and encouraged him to strike her harder. She taught him how to use the paddle, the flogger and once asked him to cane her. The fact that he could still see the marks on her arse a week later both excited and frightened him.
It was this that led to their first conversation about reversing roles. Gabriela talked to him about what he should do if he wanted to both inflict pain on a submissive but also sexually arouse her. Now she told him that the if he was to do this well he needed to experience an extended punishment session himself. He thought a lot about this over the next few weeks and the idea of being completely at the mercy of a beautiful woman had some appeal though the thought of the pain he might have to endure concerned him. But he finally persuaded himself that he should not inflict on an another something he was not prepared to accept himself and agreed to a switch session.
It had become clear that Jennifer and Gabriela were now on first name terms and that they too had shared coffee. However he doubted their conversation covered the same ground. He knew that Gabriela enjoyed sex with women as well as men but it seemed most unlikely that the very proper Jennifer would even notice one of Gabriela's subtle come-ons. So when Jennifer decided it was time for pre-Christmas break with her aunt Michael wasn't surprised that Gabriela soon told him that this was to be the time to switch. "This will be you first experience of submission and I will make it very special for you" she promised and that smile made him believe her as it always did.
Gabriela explained that she needed to visit a client at a hotel on the Friday evening of Jenifer's trip but suggested a late drink when she would talk him through how he should prepare to get the most out of their session the next day. While he waited for her to arrive he realised he felt no guilt and had no regrets about taking up her invitation that first time. Later as they shared a glass of Chianti she explained that not only should he be showered but also needed to take an anal douche. This was something new but he was relieved a little when she handed him package that contained all he needed as well as some instructions. Finally she told him to be outside her door at 6 pm the following day. Then she smiled once more, leaned close to him and whispered "Don't be late - each minute you are means an extra stroke of the cane my dear."
In Part 4 Michael has something of an Epiphany.....
The Barefoot Sub's kind comments last week inspired me to consider what Michael did next and in the spirit of WW it will undoubtedly include some cooking. I should also make clear that despite sharing a name this Michael bears little relationship to myself though I can still be nervous when meeting someone for the first time as I once explained here
Part 1 is here
Michael had bought the most expensive biscuits he could find in the corner shop and spent a long time in the bathroom not only showering but grooming himself too. He wasn't sure why he had done this as it was just a coffee with a neighbour after all. But he did know why. She had said "or something more if you like" and he had been wondering about that ever since. He was still quite young and his body was in good shape thanks to the early morning runs and careful diet. He knew he was attractive to women but had only ever had sex with one woman - his wife and even though he often thought about doing something different in bed he never quite had the nerve to tell her.
He was almost ready to ascend the stairs when he heard someone coming down and leaving. Disappointment descended on him and he slumped in a chair. A few moments later he heard noise from upstairs and was transformed. He leapt from the chair, out of the door and bounded up the stairs and before he had a chance to doubt the wisdom of it was knocking on her door. She took a moment to answer and when she did he could see that she was wearing a dressing gown and frowning. Then she looked at him and smiled "Oh its you. I thought it was ..well never mind what I thought. You've come for that coffee haven't you?" she said and before he could do more that push the biscuits towards her she went on " I was just taking a shower and then I was going to cook some supper - why don't you join me in a couple of hours? It will just be a simple Italian meal." He tried to say something but no words emerged. " OK - see you at 6.30 and you can bring the wine." she added. He turned and headed back down heard her call after him "My name is Gabriela - what's yours?". "Michael" he stuttered as he heard her door closing.
At the appointed hour he was standing outside her door once more this time holding a bottle of wine from the store. He knew nothing about wine but hoped an Italian red would be appropriate. This time she was smiling and wearing what looked like a loosely fitting man's shirt with the top two buttons open to reveal her cleavage. It stopped at the top of her legs which were bare as were her feet. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek and he felt his pulse race. He tried to remember if that had ever happened before and drew a blank.
Once inside he could smell something rich and spicy and she walked through to the little kitchen and started cooking the pasta. The meal was wonderful and they talked about food. She was from an Italian family and had been cooking from an early age. He explained that he knew little beyond the most basic recipes and that his wife did most of the cooking and insisted that their meals be calorie controlled and contain no meat. She began to apologise for serving him a Bolognese sauce but for the first time in her presence he laughed. "I love meat and when I have to go for meals with people for work that's what I choose - thought with water rather than wine. of course" He was aware that he had now drunken two glasses and he felt emboldened to pay her several compliments about her cooking and now about her long red hair.
He realised that he might be over stepping the mark and hastily excused himself saying "May I use the bathroom?" She nodded and he didn't ask for directions as it was a small flat. However the first door he tried was the bedroom. For a moment he was puzzled by what he saw and then it began to come into focus and as it did his face reddened and yet again his pulse rose. Hanging on the wall were some canes and what looked like leather whips and paddles while on the bed were some leather straps and chains. He turned and quickly went back to the living room fully intent on leaving but she was standing waiting having realised what he had done. "I'm sorry you had to see what was in there but please don't go. Let me explain."
She insisted that they sit in the easy chairs and refilled their glasses. His couldn't get the image of the bedroom out of his mind and he also kept recalling that when he had trouble ejaculating while having sex with his wife the most sure fire way to hurry things along was to imagine himself striking her bottom over and over again until it was red and hot to the touch. Gabriela explained that her day job paid poorly but that she had found a way to supplement her income. He stopped her as he might be naive but he did know that some women provided men with services for money. It was probably the drink that loosened his tongue but he heard himself saying "Do you hit them or do they hit you?"
"It can be either" she replied and the with that wonderful smile of her's she added "Which would you prefer?"
The old man was an imposing figure and as he looked down at Michael he felt an involuntary shiver. The deep voice only added to his nervousness. “Do you have anything to confess?” Michael knew that his whole future would be decided in the next few minutes and so he thought very hard. After several minutes he replied “I did once take a train ride without paying”. Saint Peter paused and looked at the old man before him more closely before asking “Were you faithful to your wife, sober in all you did and never lusted after other men or women?”.
“Er..I guess that's right” Michael replied “I did work very hard and always avoided being alone with other women, I didn’t take drugs or ever drink more than half a pint of shandy or a small glass of champagne a few times at weddings.” “Very well, in you go.” said Saint Peter “You will find a few like minded souls there already but don’t expect to have much fun!”
Michael awoke with a start. For a moment he had thought he was standing at the pearly gates being judged. His life had indeed been blameless so far and all he had to look forward to was more of the same it seemed. He was alone in the bed as his wife was away seeing her ageing aunt and he had been planning to clean the flat thoroughly and surprise her on her return with a nutritionally balanced vegan meal. A noise from the flat upstairs reminded him about the new tenant.
She seemed to be a single young woman who had quite a lot of visitors, sometimes quite late at night. He had been taken aback when they had passed in the hall while putting out the rubbish - she had been wearing a very short skirt and a top that emphasised her large breasts. He had tried hard not to look and focused on her face which despite the makeup was pretty and her smile seemed warm and genuine.
He had been polite but nothing more but she had said “I like to get to know my neighbours so why don’t you come up for a coffee sometime?” as she ascended the stairs. He had mumbled something non-committal and tried not to look at her arse but she had turned and added “or something more if you like.” He had pretended not to hear and hurriedly returned to his own flat feeling his face turn red with embarrassment.
Despite his good intentions he had found himself wondering what she meant and it had taken a great effort of will to turn his thoughts to other matters like the charity fundraising work he had signed up to do later. As he tried to process his dream and its implications the image of her arse came back into his head and unconsciously his hand moved to hold his cock which started to stiffen. And suddenly he knew what the dream meant - living a blameless life meant missing out on a lot of fun so tonight he would take up her offer and perhaps, finally, do something he could regret.
What happened next?
An old man called Mike remembers sex in London before the internet, rants about the hypocrisy of today's society and shares some links to the best companions around today......