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It was one of 'those' days. A bad hair day to end all bad hair
days. Looking at the devastation in his driveway, Michael reflected
that at least no one had been close by at the time. They would surely
have been killed by the falling chimney.
The lightning strike itself had been bad enough. They had been
quite reassuring: his hearing would come back completely after a few
hours. The firemen had covered the holes in the roof with a canvas
sheet. The small amount of the chimney breastwork that had fallen
through had missed anything of importance, but it had taken down two
ceilings on the way. The torrential rain accompanying the summer
storm had done the rest all on its own.
Mike's mobile phone rang again. It was the garage, confirming
his address. "Just find the house with the green cover over the roof,
the missing chimney, and the wrecked car in the driveway." He could
barely hear the guy over the ringing in his ears. The storm, like all
summer storms, had come quickly. His house at the top of the hill had
stood for some years, and he was not aware that it had ever been hit
during a storm before. This time sure as hell made up for it.
Mike went inside and his heart sank as he surveyed the scene in
front of him. Water still dripped down the stairwell from upstairs.
Burn marks down the wall showed where the lightning bolt had come down
the television aerial wire, which led it into the loft space and down
to his electricity meter under the stairs. The resulting power surge
had probably killed every electrical appliance stone dead. His computer
system was in ruins. Fortunately he had backed up his hard drives the
previous night. His data might be OK; time would tell, when he had a
new kit to use.
He was startled out of his misery by a call from the front door.
At least the garage was quick. He went out to find two men scratching
their heads. The driver looked at him and stated the obvious. "Bit of
a mess, chief! I reckon we'll just winch the whole lot up onto the
transporter and sort it out down at the depot. I think we'd better
leave the loan car in the roadway." Mike, who had just about been able
to make out the one-sided conversation, nodded in agreement. At least
the loaner was clean and, judging by its licence plate, reasonably new.
He watched the men finish loading the wreckage of his five-week old
Toyota coupe and then drive away. Nothing to do now but wait for the
insurance man to come and inspect the damage before authorising repair
work.
Absentmindedly he went in and put the kettle on for a badly
needed coffee, and then cursed when he realised the power was off.
Feeling quite helpless, he stood and considered what to do next. Lost
in thought and hampered by his hearing loss, he was somewhat startled
by a touch on his shoulder. He spun round, shocked for the second time
that morning, to find his rather older neighbour standing beside him.
She recoiled a little and immediately apologised for frightening him.
"Mike, I'm sorry... I mean, I didn't mean to make you jump."
He laughed for the first time since the 'bang' and explained why he had
not heard her coming.
Kate looked round her. "No power?" Mike confirmed the problem.
"Right," Kate said, "Decision time is here; stop faffing about, close
the door behind you, and come and have a hot drink and something to eat.
I insist." And she turned and walked off. Mike decided she was right
and, closing the door behind him, followed her across the road.
Mike was aware that Kate, close to twice Mike's age, had kept a
maternal eye on him since the break-up of his marriage over a year ago.
Mike's ex-wife had not even bothered to contest the divorce, preferring
to just walk away. In the circumstances of her fairly public adultery,
she would not have received much anyway. Mike, a computer software
expert, good-looking in a studious sort of way, was the last to realise
what was going on. In truth, he had been glad to see her gone. Their
marriage, consummated six months before the ceremony, had been a shotgun
one, pressed on them by a furious set of parents. Old-fashioned in the
extreme, Sally's parents had been most persuasive. He had reluctantly
agreed to 'do the right' thing. In the small English community where
they had grown up, things like that mattered. On the 'honeymoon' Sally
had miscarried. On her return home after a brief sojourn in hospital,
she had made it quite plain that the 'marriage' was over; she had never
really loved him anyway.
Mike buried himself in his work and was successful in his field.
He had not even been aware that she was screwing around behind his back,
until... well, it hardly mattered now. The fact that he had almost
killed the guy when he had hit him had never came to court. The man had
refused to press charges and the case had been dropped by the police.
Sally moved out the same day. Mike had taken some pleasure from
changing the locks and having the new alarm system installed. Now,
after the storm, it was all academic anyway.
Mike was brought out of his reverie by Kate's hand on his arm.
"Jesus, Mike, you are jumpy! Not surprising, really. Must have been
quite a shock." Kate prattled on as she handed him a cup of hot sweet
tea. "Best after the shock and all you've been through. Now I insist
that you pack some clothes in a suitcase and come and stay in our spare
suite; it's no trouble, and I won't hear anything else."
Under the circumstances, Mike was happy to agree, and moved his
important things across an hour later.

o - O - o

As Kate fussed about clearing the supper things away, Mike
reflected on the meal he had just eaten. It had been months since an
honest to goodness home-cooked meal had graced his lips, and he realised
just how unappetising the local take-aways and fast food stores really
had been.
Helping the older woman tidy up and put things away, Mike was
aware of how little he actually knew of his neighbour 'across the way.'
He had supposed that she must be over sixty, but now, as they talked, he
guessed she was a little younger than that: maybe early- to mid-fifties,
chatty without being garrulous. He found that she was expert at getting
people to talk about themselves. 'A good listener,' his mother would
have said.
Slightly shocked, Mike realised that Kate and his Mother must be
of a similar age. With a slight twinge, Mike also realised that Kate
had been -- no, still was -- an attractive woman. Then, remembering the
age gap, he mentally slapped himself down and tried to park any untoward
thoughts back in the recesses of his mind.
"So you just stay here as long as you need to," Kate finished
up, "Oh, and anything you want to bring across for safety while the
house is in its present state, you carry on and do it. I'll give you
a hand, to hold a torch and so on." And so of course they went across
and in the end brought a lot of Mike's papers and computer equipment
across. His portable was OK, but at the very least the main PC Monitor
was dead, so that would have to wait. He decided he would take it to
his hardware engineer in the morning and get him to look at it.
As he was tidying things up to make his room presentable, Kate
arrived with a coffee. "Now that you know where everything is in the
kitchen, you just help yourself if you want anything. Oh, and Mike,
that phone over in the corner is a separate line. I had it put in when
my daughter lived at home -- it was cheaper; she paid for her own calls
that way -- so, if you need it for your computer or anything, just use
it. If needs be, we'll settle up later. Now, you've had a hell of a
day. I'd have some sleep; I'm going to. Good night, see you in the
morning." And like the whirlwind of energy she seemed to be, she was
gone.
Mike had a shower, drank his coffee, and climbed into bed, naked
as usual. Surprisingly quickly, he went to sleep, pondering over the
day as he did so. As his tiredness claimed him, he was vaguely aware of
the image of Kate's rather sexy rear as she had bent over earlier to put
something away...

o - O - o

"Wake up sleepy head!" The cheery greeting, and the bright
sunlight as Kate pulled the curtains open, woke him up with a start.
Then he realised where he was. Kate put the cup of tea down on the
bedside table and then giggled and put her hand up like a schoolgirl.
Mike was more than startled as she leaned across and tapped the tent in
the bedclothes that covered his erection. "It's been a long time since
I've had the pleasure of inspecting a 'morning glory'."
Her reaction and the subsequent events were something Mike would
not forget for quite a while. He had forgotten how little a part sex
had played in his life of late. He was shy and didn't go out much, and
after the divorce he had simply worked harder. When Kate pulled the
light bed covers off he was surprisingly unsure of himself and uncertain
about what to do.
"Jees, Kate..." he started to say, but it turned into a groan of
pleasure as Kate wrapped a hand round his shaft and gently stroked it.
The groan turned into an intake of breath as his hips bucked in response
to Kate's stroking, followed by "Oh God..." as his long unused penis
prepared to deliver the load to end all loads. Kate was quick enough to
surmise that Mike had a hair trigger; she leaned forward and took the
tip of his organ in her mouth just as the first pulse was delivered.
The intensity of Mike's orgasm, heightened as it was by Kate's response
and help, left him faltering and almost blacking out.
Kate milked the last drops gently from him and cleaned him with
her lips. The sensation was so intense it almost hurt. Kate looked him
right in the eye and said gently, "Goodness me! That's a sensation
we've both missed, from the look of that lot!" She glanced at Mike's
half-flaccid penis and slipped out of her housecoat. "I hope there's a
little more where that came from." Mike, still stunned by the turn of
events, took in the sight of the slim-waisted naked woman in front of
him. Kate laughed as she reached forward and gently closed his mouth.
"No flies, but I've a few other bits that could do with some attention!"
Mike shook his head in disbelief as she climbed onto the bed.
Kate had transformed from a mild-mannered, mature woman who reminded him
of his mother, into a sexually aggressive and very sexy-looking, naked
woman who seemed to know exactly how she wanted the next few minutes to
go. Now on her hands and knees and astride Mike's legs, Kate leaned
forward and kissed him. "I see," she laughed, "I'm going to be made to
do all the work, am I? Well, in that case..." She kissed him again
and, before he could react, slipped her tongue between his lips. Mike
was aware of the slightly tart taste of his semen still on her lips.
Then she kissed her way down his his chest to his groin, where his
penis was stiffening again, betraying his real state of mind.
Kate swivelled her bottom round and straddled him, facing
towards his feet and presenting him with the sight of a befurred and
very ready pussy. Barely giving him time to draw breath, she gently
brought it down and sat on his face. Faced with the inevitable and
with the aphrodisiac smell and taste now presented to him, Mike buried
his mouth and tongue and felt Kate shudder with desire as he did so.
As he continued to concentrate on returning the pleasure once more being
given to him, he became aware that she had stopped eating him and was
keening as she arched her back, pushing harder down onto his face as she
came with an intensity that frightened him. She went limp and he caught
her, easing her onto the bed as she blacked out.
Worried, Mike stroked her face as she returned from the heights
of the pleasure she had just experienced. Her eyes flickered open and,
much to his relief, she smiled at him. "Dear boy," she said, "it's been
too long, far too long since that last happened." As he kneeled over
her, she slid her hand along his leg and stroked him gently. His penis
jerked and responded quickly, to her touch and to the sight of the naked,
attractive woman now lying in his bed. "Now come here, put that thing
where it belongs, and screw my brains out!"
Mike needed no further encouragement. As Kate steered, he eased
forward and slipped gently into her waiting nether lips. Kate bucked
her hips up to take him. "No finesse; just screw me!" she almost yelled
into his ear, bucking her hips as she set the rhythm. Within a mere ten
or twenty strokes, Mike arched his back and pressed deep, deep into Kate
and shuddered as his orgasm hit him. Kate, right with him, screamed her
own pleasure as they hung onto each other in quivering ecstasy.
They stayed interlocked until his penis relaxed to the point of
gently slipping out of Kate. She sighed gently and hung onto him as
they both slowly returned from the heights of their pleasure. Gently,
she brushed his cheek and kissed him.
"Kate..." Mike started to say, but Kate just laid a finger
gently on his lips and said, "Friendship. Help in time of need: that's
what friendship is all about. I think we both needed that! Now, if
you've got a moment..."

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