Things moved on,
Things moved on,
Well the summer came & went, things carried on pretty much as usual, and I would arrive next door early afternoon on the days wifey was at work. After inviting me in she would start to tug nervously at her t-shirt, I could tell she was wanting desperately to show me her breasts & could not wait for me to touch them again. throughout the visits she would tease me by lifting her top & showing me her breasts & of course I would have to have a feel, & would gently caress them & rub her nipples making them hard & stiff.
To be honest, things were getting a little stale now. After a year I could still not push things to go any further. Almost every time I went around there we would talk, & she would say how I had become a good friend but she would never have sex with me because it was not fair on my wife or her husband who had died a few years earlier. I got to the point where I was constantly thinking of ways to push things on but could not think of any way to progress without spoiling it for myself. I was still using her bathroom scales, which she always had ready in the room where we usually sat & chatted, to weigh myself once a week, because as you may remember I had already told her we did not have any & I was concerned about my weight. I was already stripping down to my underwear to weigh myself each time, because as I told her, clothes were quite heavy & I wanted it to be accurate. The perfect opportunity arrived when on my last visit we were talking & the conversation got round to grey hair, she said she was getting a few grey hairs on her pussy & hated getting old, I told her I also had a few grey hairs & quickly thought of a plan to push things on a bit. about half way through the visit I asked if I could use the scales which was by now my usual request on at least one visit a week. stripping down to my underwear I stood on the scales, she relaxed & laid back watching her neighbour do a strip for her, & after me commenting on how I was a little heavier I turned to face her, grabbed the waistband of my underwear & pulled them down, look I said, we were talking about grey hair earlier & as you can see I also have gone a bit grey. well she went bright red & looked a bit shocked seeing me stood there naked, BUT she did not look away, but stared at my penis for a few seconds before I pulled them up & continued to get dressed. So now things are moving again, next time I weigh myself I can suggest I strip completely, which will at least allow one of us to get naked & maybe encourage her to do the same. I am not normally an exhibitionist, but this was the only way to encourage her to go a little further with me
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