0 comments/ 33995 views/ 2 favorites My Female Neighbor By: Houseblend3 Walking to her drive I picked the paper up and delivered it to her door. As usual when I passed her window I looked, trying not to appear as peaking but still trying to see her. I knew from past mornings that if she was awake and her bedside light was on I could see her in bed. That morning my glance turned into a stare. The covers were at the foot of her bed, legs drawn up almost to her hips. One hand was digging into her pussy, the other squeezing her breast. She was in a frenzy rubbing and pumping her fingers inside her body. I put the paper down and knew to walk away but the desire to look was too great. I stopped and watched knowing that if I were caught the consequences would be severe. I knew she was close and that her eyes would open as she finished but I had seen enough to burn an image into my memory. I slowly walked away confident that I had not been seen or heard. My heart racing and my cock stiffening were the reminders that I had just seen a beautiful and erotic woman pleasuring herself. Later I met her in the street. She had on a light blouse with semi tight pants that had a draw string belt. Her dark hair was short and offered contrast to her red lips. Her lips were not full but she had a way of almost always pouting that made them seem so desirable. Her nails were painted to match her lips. She had a single sliver ring on her index toe that blended well with her French style toe nails. She was close to my age—maybe a few years younger and although she had grown children and several past husbands her figure was more than enough to make me drool. After staring into her dark eyes that was open and to my surprise her blouse was unbuttoned .A quick glance was all that I had as I knew she was looking straight at me but I could not help but notice her exposed breast. Her nipples were at least an inch long. Oh, how I wanted to look and then tell her how beautiful she was but I only looked into her eyes and she acted like we were just old friends meeting to chat. Walking home I kept asking myself whether she meant for me to see or was it an accident. The next day, as my family was preparing to leave for a shopping trip, the phone rang and then a message delivered to me that my special neighbor was having plumbing problems. She requested my help to which I quickly consented. I gathered a few tools and walked to her front door. The main door was open and as I rang the bell she stepped into view and invited me in. Before I could ask about the problem she asked me point blank if I had seen anything that interested me the other day. I stuttered, buying time to guess which day she was thinking about, but before I could answer she added that she also wanted to know if I had been peaking into her bedroom when I delivered her paper. I know I turned beet red as my face began to burn from the flush of embarrassment. I was so humiliated as she just looked at me. The silence seemed to last an eternity but she finally spoke, her voice deep and without a lot of emotion. "You saw me the other morning, right?" I did not answer. She continued, "I know you did then as well as yesterday, now it's my turn. If you want to look at a bitch pleasuring then you must be prepared to be one. Do you want to be my bitch?" Red faced and meekly I responded, "Yes." A wicked smile and a firm voice portrayed her dominance to us both. "Go to my bedroom, strip, lie on the bed and do as I did." My face flushed, I knew I should just walk away but instead I walked towards her bedroom. Telling myself I could not do as she wished, I entered her bedroom and began undressing. My actions were betraying my thoughts as if I were in a trance and could not control my own actions. I removed everything and lay on her bed. My cock was throbbing. I knew to pull my legs up just as she had done and then I began to stroke. She was there but over in the corner of the room-- just looking at every move I made. No sounds, no words, just her steady gaze. Embarrassed and confused I slowed wondering if I should continue. In a soft voice she spoke to me. "Go ahead; I want to see how a bitch peeper pleasures." That's all it took. One hand was slowly stroking as the other was massaging my nipples. No conversation, no facial expressions, just our eyes locked together. She moved closer and began removing her blouse letting her braless breasts swing free. My eyes focused on her beautiful body. She stepped out of her pants as our eyes locked in an embrace. She stood at bedside and began rubbing her pussy with one hand as the other squeezed her nipples. Stopping only to kneel beside me we both continued in a slow dance of mutual pleasurement. She removed her soaked fingers and began rubbing them on her nipples as I moved my stroking hand that was soaked with clear precum to my nipples. She then leaned over my chest as she kissed my hard buds. Her breasts were right before my lips and I eagerly took one into my mouth. I tasted her honey as I knew she tasted my precum. We both sucked as hands were giving our sexes needed pleasure. She then pulled back and took both of her hands and began milking my shaft. He fingers started at the base of my cock and rubbed forcefully towards my urethral opening. This produced a large clear drop of my man cum. Scooping this onto her finger she leaned down to my mouth with parted lips. We kissed, our tongues dancing together. Suddenly she put her precum coated finger between our lips and we both sucked, competing for the taste we both wanted. Pulling back she then laid on top of me. Her body covering me and her sex rubbing on top of my cock that was pressed back on my stomach. It never entered her body but she ground into me, rubbing to each side and up and down. I felt her orgasm building as she then pulled her legs up along side of my body and crawled up to my face. She sat on my chest then scooted over to my waiting lips. She ground her sex into my face. My tongue lapping and searching for her clit. Her moans turning to grunts as she fucked my face with her sex centered on my lips and tongue. Not a word spoken as she brought herself to climax, only whimpering and cries of joy. She collapsed on top of me then rolled off to the side. I crawled up next to her and lay there just listening to her heavy breathing. Slowly her eyes flickered as she calmed. Her eyes met mine and she spoke. "For the first time in my life sex with a man was on my terms, and you were perfect. Did you know that was what I wanted or are you always so submissive?" I did not know how to answer. I did know that what happened felt so natural for me and that it was so refreshing for a partner to say and tell what they wanted. Finally, I responded. "I am not sure I am totally submissive but I did enjoy letting you lead. I want more than anything else for you to be pleased and to let me please you." Putting her lips next to my ear she whispered, "You are so right for me." Taking my ear lobe into her mouth her teeth bit while her other hand squeezed my balls. The level of each increased between thrusts of her tongue into my ear as she gently fondled my balls. At first the mixture of pain and pleasure was distinctly different but as my excitement crested pleasure was all I knew. Switching to my cock as she continued kissing my ear was driving me wild. Her tongue pushing into my ear felt as if she were entering my brain with her body. I had no choice but to moan my signals of climax as my cock began squirting. The first went past my head and hit the wall, the remaining eruptions landed on my chest and finally on my stomach. Her hand slowed and then just held me; she knew I would be ultra sensitive. Letting my cock lay on my stomach she began rubbing my balls, then holding each one she spoke. "Was it good? I know it was. I love your cum." She used her index finger to scoop my cum and smear it on my nipples, rubbing in circular motions. She then leaned down and took each nipple sucking it into her warm mouth. I was totally surprised but the sensation was more erotic than anything I had ever experienced. Another scoop and my nipples were lathered as she sucked greedily. Backing away she then put her index finger between her legs scooping her own wetness and then rubbing it into her nipples. My eyes following her hands I knew I wanted to nurse at her bosom just as she had done to me. I tasted her sweet nectar. Pulling her teat away from my eager mouth she used her fingers to scoop more of my cum from my chest and then she rubbed her nipples with it and then swung it before my eager lips. She knew what I would do and I did it. I ate my own cum from her breasts. More and more of my own self. I consumed at first from my chest to her breasts and then from her fingers straight into my mouth. She began feeding me until there was none left. "Finished?" she asked. I nodded yes. Smiling, she told me, "I thought you might like it but I am surprised and pleased you like it so well. We both like the same things." She stood and began dressing as to signal our play was over. I gathered my tools as she told me to be back tomorrow to finish her plumbing. Kay's Thoughts He was older but seemed mentally and physically much younger. He always was eager to talk with me—I thought he always walked his dog when he saw me outside. Delivering my paper to my door every morning was so considerate of him but I could not help wonder if he liked the idea of looking into my house when he got to the porch. I love to pleasure myself, mornings being the best time. One day I had just started when I glimpsed him looking thru the den window into my bedroom. Instantly, my progress changed—from just starting to almost climaxing. In an instant I was so far along I could not stop, which was very unusual for me. He had no idea I noticed. Later when I remembered what happened my first thoughts were of irritation, but then I remembered how easily and suddenly I reached my climax. I knew that I liked being watched while pleasuring. A few days later that memory of my sex being so visible and him seeing me pleasure myself worked me into frenzy. I knew for sure that I liked having sex with someone watching. Every time I remember I get so hot I have to pleasure. A few days later, I stood in front of the same window wishing he were there and to my surprise I saw him walking his dog. I put on a light jacket and went to get my mail knowing he would come over to talk. Opening my blouse to show my breasts, I wanted to know if he would look. He did but still he was so reserved he said nothing. Either he was an old man that just wanted to look or he was so shy and afraid he could not make the first contact. I decided to teach him a lesson by humiliating and embarrassing him and to finally find his true nature. Knowing his family schedule made it easy for me as I put my plan into action. My plan worked perfectly and I not only got what I wanted but found out how much I enjoyed being in control physically and mentally. I truly feel he liked my dominance, from dealing out humiliation to being totally controlled. I noticed that the more physical I became with his cock and balls the more aroused he became. He was so easy to lead and unlike most men I had known he loved giving oral and had no hang-ups over what I wanted to feed him. Just knowing I could be the aggressor and be gentle or almost brutal set me on fire. I loved it. I was going to have more of this man and use his nature to feed my power lust. Nods thoughts She seemed to know how I felt without me saying anything. Maybe I did not know at first what I really craved but I knew I loved what she did and said to me. I know she seemed to excite herself just by talking to me. I know I should have not let her humiliate me so much but I was powerless to stop it. I learned for the first time that I became more excited the more physical she became. In my past, I had asked for my lovers to manhandle my sex organs but they never did. She did so without me saying anything. .I liked it as much as she did which made it seem so normal. I had never tasted male cum but with her it became an erotic and potent approdisac. My thoughts began to take the form of what I could do to please her rather than what she could do to please me. The way she treated me made it natural for me to confess every desire that I ever had. These thoughts were constantly with me and I wanted more than ever to be in her company. Little did I know the journey she would take me on.