Neighbour Says Thanks

It's not a bustling thoroughfare, but more of a lane, edged with stone walls softened by moss and time. The air here is quieter, holding the whispers of the Welsh hills. Sunlight filters through the leaves of ancient trees that arch over the road, dappling the path in shifting patterns of light and shadow.

The houses that line the street are not uniform or grand, but each possesses its own character. Some are cozy cottages with brightly painted doors and window boxes overflowing with cheerful flowers. Others are older, their stone facades weathered by coastal winds and Welsh rain, hinting at tales of resilience and enduring charm.

I lived in a small house among about 10 houses. I lived alone at the age of 55 having retired about 10 years ago. I made my money from working as a teacher for most of that time but then investing heavily in the various global assets and businesses and ultimately getting lucky and having enough to retire early. I spent a lot of my time travelling on holiday and going on hikes and doing some small community work. My neighbour was a lady a bit older than me and she had a 19 year old daughter who had who worked at the hospital in the next town. I used to see her getting the bus in the morning and the bottom of her uniform would show below her coat. From the colour I guessed she was some sort of health care assistant or porter or something.

Natasha's most immediately captivating feature is her eyes, a vibrant, expressive hazel, constantly shifting with flecks of gold and green that catch the light. They are framed by naturally dark, finely arched eyebrows that accentuate their shape and lend her gaze an intelligent, thoughtful quality. Her eyelashes are thick and dark, adding depth and allure to her already mesmerizing eyes.

Natasha's face is a delicate oval, with high cheekbones that give her a sculpted, elegant appearance. Her nose is petite and straight, perfectly proportioned to her other features. Her lips are full and naturally rosy, with a beautifully defined cupid's bow. When she smiles, which she does often and with genuine warmth, they widen to reveal even, white teeth and create endearing crinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Her skin is fair with warm undertones, possessing a natural luminosity that suggests youth and vitality. It appears smooth and soft, like porcelain, with a healthy flush to her cheeks. You can imagine it would feel velvety to the touch.

Natasha's hair is a cascade of rich, dark brown waves, almost black in some lights, with subtle auburn highlights that become more apparent when sunlight catches them. It's thick and lustrous, falling to just below her shoulders, and she often wears it loose, allowing it to frame her face and move freely as she does.

Natasha's breasts are in perfect proportion to her slender yet curvaceous frame. They are moderately sized, appearing full and rounded, with a natural perkiness that is characteristic of youth. They sit high on her chest, creating a pleasing silhouette. The curve of her breasts is gentle and feminine, flowing smoothly from her collarbone to her defined waist.

One morning it was raining hard and I made a quick dash to the car. I was on my way to go shopping and wanted to beat the crowd. I drove out of the street and saw Natasha waiting in the rain. She was going to get drenched in the rain waiting for the bus. I pulled over and told her to jump in. She hesitated a little because I was slightly anti social most days. She got in and I told her to take her wet coat off. I turned on the heated seats for her. She thanked me repeatedly and I told her she needed a car in this weather. She said she wanted one but couldn't afford it. She asked me how I was able to not work and was I a mega rich finance guy from the city who earned loads. It shocked her to learn I wasa teacher and that I learnt about money myself in order to retire. I said she could learn to ajd be retired by 30 if she wanted to. She laughed and said on ger wage it was impossible. I said I could teach her to do it in no time. She laughed again and I said I was serious, I would mentor her to gain financial freedom if she wanted after she finished work.

"As lovely as you look in that uniform, do you want to be in that forever?" I asked. She told me she did not and the thought of that was soul destroying. It was my turn to laugh and I told her to bring her pay slip with her and come over after work. I dropped her off at the hospital and went off with my day.

It was later that day when I heard my door bell ring and I answered it to Natasha. It was clear that it had been raining because she was soaked. I invited her in and made her a coffee. I invited her to take her coat off and place it on the radiator. I could see she was still cold so I took her to the living room where I started a fire in the fire place.

I sat opposite her and asked her what she wanted from this mentoring. She didn't answer me straight away but when she did it was confident "I don't want to be here working at my mums age, I want to live life". That was a perfect answer for me to hear. Because this was something I could teach. She did as I had asked and showed me her pay slips and her bank account. I showed her how and where to cut spending to generate some savings. I told her to do some sort of over time or extra shifts in another department which she was able to do. I told her to come back to be in a months time with an improved situation and I gave her my number if she needed me. Over the weeks I took her to work and she told me about herself and how her dad had died when she was young and that her boyfriend worked as a brick layer for a housing contractor.

Over the months Natasha did amazing at saving and cutting costs. It was now time to move on to making some money. I explained how now it was time to build that side income with that money. "You're young and you have time to take a lot of risk unlike me" I said.

"You're young and you have time to take a lot of risk unlike me," I said, gesturing with my hands. "You can afford to invest in things that might have higher potential returns but also a higher chance of failure. For someone my age..." I trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.

Natasha tilted her head, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Someone your age?" she echoed, a slight laugh bubbling up. "You're not old! You're only... what, in your fifties?"

I chuckled. "Only in my fifties. That's practically ancient in investment terms, my dear. I'm at the stage where preserving what I have is more important than chasing high-growth unicorns."

She laughed again, a bright, genuine sound that filled the room. "You don't act ancient! Honestly, when you were telling me about all those adventures you used to go on, hiking and travelling all over, you sounded like you were my age, if not younger!"

I smiled, a warmth spreading through me at her words. "Well, I appreciate the compliment. But the truth is, my risk appetite has definitely shrunk over the years. You, on the other hand, have decades ahead of you. You can afford to experiment a bit more, learn from any mistakes, and still have plenty of time to recover and grow your wealth."

Natasha's expression softened, and she looked at me with a newfound depth in her hazel eyes. "You know," she said quietly, "I've been thinking a lot lately. About everything you've shown me. And... I just wanted to say thank you. Properly thank you."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden shift in tone. "For what, my dear?"

"For everything," she insisted, her gaze earnest. "For taking the time, for believing in me when I didn't even believe in myself. Before I met you, the idea of ever being financially secure, let alone retiring early, felt like some impossible dream. Now... now it feels real. And it's all because of you. I owe you so much."

A comfortable silence settled between us for a moment. I felt a genuine sense of satisfaction seeing how far she had come. "Nonsense, Natasha," I finally said, a gentle smile returning to my face. "You're the one who put in the hard work, the discipline. I just showed you the path. The real credit goes to you."

"Maybe," she conceded, a small smile playing on her lips. "But you lit up that path for me. And you're not old, by the way. You're... experienced. And incredibly generous."

She placed her hand on my leg and looked at me. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap top which as she leaned forward gave a revealing view of her breasts. She caught me looking and smiled. "Go on, feel them," she said. I was in shock at her boldness towards me. Her hand was still on my leg and without thinking it through I reached down her top and grabbed and handful of her D cups over her lace bra. I could feel her nipple through the material as I squeezed and it got me so horny. I was now awkwardly sat there with my hand on her breast which I hadn't done in some time, and not with someone so young. It was the casual attitude to sex which shocked me more as she told me she had a boyfriend.

Her hand did nit leave my leg and instead she moved it much higher causing me to start getting hard. "You have given me something so I want to give you something too," She said. She used her free hand to pull down her bra and put my hand on her breast. I could feel her nipple in my hand and it made me even more horny. "You used to be a teacher didn't you? Just pretend I am one of your students looking to get an extra few marks," she said to me.

That was a wild fantasy and I was hard as a rock now. She took her hand away and told me to take off my trousers and boxers which I did. "Don't worry, you'll enjoy this. It is my way of saying thank you for everything you have done for me," she said.

Natasha knelt before me, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall. Her hazel eyes, now filled with a playful intensity, locked onto mine. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips as she reached out and gently took my engorged member in her hand.

Her touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. She began to stroke me, her hand moving with a practiced rhythm. I watched, mesmerized, as she lowered her head, her lips parting slightly. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

Then, she took me into her mouth. All 8 inches of me.

The sensation was overwhelming. Her lips, warm and wet, and her tongue began to work its magic. She swirled and flicked, teasing and tantalizing, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I had never experienced anything quite like it.

She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, pulling back and then pushing forward, the friction sending sparks of pure ecstasy through me. She began to bob her head, taking more and more of me into her mouth. I had never been deep throated like this before. The feeling of her warm throat surrounding me was intoxicating.

She paused, her lips still wrapped around me, and looked up at me with those mesmerizing eyes. Then, she began to lick my balls, her tongue tracing delicate circles, sending a jolt of pleasure through my groin. I gasped, my body tensing with anticipation.

She returned to my cock, her tongue now working with renewed lust. She swirled and flicked, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.

She took my hand and placed it on the back of her head. "Push," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I hesitated for a moment. I began to push her head down, deeper and deeper. She gagged slightly, but continued her ministrations, her determination fueling my own desire. The feeling of her throat constricting around me, the slight gagging sounds, only amplified the raw, pleasure.

"I'm going to cum," I said. She pulled down her top and then her bra. She let go of my cock with her mouth and started to wank me, aiming my tip on her nipple. "Cum for me," she said waking my wet cock on her tit. Without hesitation I released my cum. It covered her perky breast with cum so old it didn't stop. I hadn't cum like this in years and it felt like I was emptying my balls from their depths. Before it had a chance to drip off she pulled her bra over her tits and let it soak my cum right up. She jumped on up my lap and pressed herself against my. "No mess to clean up, maybe next time you can finish in between my legs," she said.

"Next time," I asked, "But your boyfriend?"

Natasha got off me and laughed telling me that he didn't have to find out. She let herself out as I put away my spent cock.