0 comments/ 46636 views/ 2 favorites Cul-De-Sac New Position I By: Shoreguy I have a neighbor and "Good" friend that lives at the end of our Cul-de-sac. Our street goes slightly uphill from the entry towards her house. All of the homes have a nice set-back and you can generally see most of the other houses from your own. There are a few small trees in the front yards and the back yards are still populated with many of the trees that were here before the development. In general, the view is pleasant and generally unobstructed. My friend, Dianne, is a "job-widow", with her husband, Dan, going away on business about four or five times a year for two to three weeks at a time. I don't know exactly what he does, but he is a semi-retired consultant on some of the big machines that are used in power plants. He goes to these stations when they are shut down for maintenance and stays there until it is done. These stations are all over the country and twice in the last three years, he has had to go to Japan on these trips. Dianne is Probably five foot five, around one hundred and twenty-five pounds, with a 36, 24, 36 figure. Short blonde hair, full lips, and that winning smile that makes her eyes go almost shut when she flashes it. Remarkably well preserved, she continues to exhibit the energy and enthusiasm of a woman half her age. My guess is that she is about 53. One morning, I went up to the local Wawa to get some milk and the morning papers. She was standing at the coffee fixing station so I decided to get a cup myself and joined her there. She flashed me one of her winning smiles and said, "Good morning". She was wearing gray sweatpants and a pale pink tee-shirt, (which I could see revealed no bra). She sidled over, right up to me, till she was standing about six inches from my nose. She smelled really good. After some short meaningless conversation about the coffee, local school taxes and the weather she asked me if I could do her a favor by tightening a shelf that is in the laundry room over her washer / dryer. She explained that it had come loose and keeps spilling her laundry supplies. All it needs is a tightening but she can't reach it and her husband is away on one of his trips. I stuttered "sure" "OK" or something equally stupid and promised to be up at her house later in the morning. My wife is a volunteer at the local hospital and this was one of her days to work at the reception desk. When she does this, she is generally gone all day and returns around four in the afternoon. So, around eleven O'clock, I collected my power driver, an assortment of fasteners and some various driver tips, which I put into my small toolbox. I had an excited feeling in my stomach about my "visit" and I thought that having these visible "props" was a good idea, especially for the neighbors to see. So I walked slowly up the street to her house and rang the bell. Dianne answered the door almost immediately saying that she had been watching me walk to her house. I had been in this house before and the layout was similar to others in our development. The front door opens into the living room. The living room was fitted with the usual furniture, a large couch, coffee table, a couple of large chairs and some framed pictures. There was no TV or stereo and I got the impression that this room was only used for formal occasions with most of the "living" being done in the family room at the back of the house. One of the chairs was oriented to face the large picture window and she told me that she had been sitting there while she watched me approach. I could see that this vantage point allowed her to see the entire cul-de-sac and all the other front doors. She offered me a coffee and I accepted. I followed her into the kitchen and could hardly keep my eyes off her firm tight ass. She was still dressed as I had seen her earlier at the store. We sat at the kitchen table and drank about half of our coffees. We began to talk and she mentioned that her husband had been away for three weeks but was not expected home for another two weeks. He was in California and she had talked to him on the phone late last night. Boy, talk about confirmation that the cat is away! She offered this information very freely and matter-of-fact. Eventually the conversation dwindled down so I suggested that we go to the laundry room to examine the patient. I followed her down the hall, again watching her cute butt and we eventually came to the laundry room. It was a small room, hardly bigger than the washer and dryer that were against the far wall. There was a wire shelf above the machines that was visibly tilted to the left. There were some cheapo screws in the sheetrock that had pulled loose letting the shelf sag. I told her that I could put in a couple of wallboard anchors that should hold this shelf securely. She said that whatever I thought would be great. She asked if I needed any help. Since the shelf was already unloaded, I said that I could handle this job myself and that it would only take a few minutes. She said that she had a couple of things to do and would be back before I was finished. She excused herself and went further down the hall, into one of the bedrooms and closed the door behind her. I stabbed a couple of anchors into the wall and secured the shelf. This was pretty easy and I started to pick up and put the laundry supplies back onto the shelf. When I was about half way done, she appeared in the doorway and said that I should just leave that stuff. "I'll take care of that later," she said. I agreed and collected my tools back into the toolbox. She turned around towards the kitchen and started to walk. With that cute, little ass of hers right in front of me, I followed right along behind her. After a few steps, she suddenly stopped and bent right over at the waist. I wasn't ready for this and I bumped right into her butt. My half hard cock pushed right against her ass. I already had half a hard-on by the way she looked and acted that morning. "Whoa, I'm sorry about that", I said. "That's okay", she said. "It kind of felt good, didn't it"? I decided to take a chance and said, "As a matter of fact, it did to me. How about to you"? "Absolutely", she said. "I like to take it from back there now and then. She was still bent over so I put down the toolbox and placed my hands on her hips and pushed my now fully hard cock right up against her nice round ass and began to rub it up and down her crack. "I most certainly do," I said. After a couple of seconds of this action, she started to make those pleasant "Mmm" sounds that women can do so well. "What do you think we ought to do about it"? "Well," I said, "I could just keep doing this for a few more minutes, then you can decide." She pushed back against me and put her hands on top of mine on her hips. After a couple of moments, she said. "I was trying to think of some way to thank you anyway." She straightened up and said "follow me, I know what we need to do." She started waking toward the kitchen but turned and went into the living room. I had expected (hoped) to be heading toward the bedroom and this direction filled me with the fear that I may be about to be shown the door. She walked into the living room and locked the storm door leaving the front door fully open. She then walked over to the big chair that she had been sitting in when I had arrived. She smiled at me and said that she "needed to be able to see if anyone was coming up the street." With that, she walked behind the chair, slid her sweatpants down to her ankles and bent over the back of the chair facing the picture window. "Do your best," she said, "and I'll keep watch." I almost came right there and then. The sight of her firm round ass bent over the back of that chair was absolutely memorable. I could see her beautiful blonde pussy and her perfect little rosebud. She had her arms stretched out to the arms of the chair and she was standing slightly on her toes. What a sight. I unfastened my belt and dropped my pants. I then noticed that I was still about six to eight feet away so I did a penguin walk across the living room until I was right up against her. Finding the sweet wet spot was no problem. My penis must have been using its one good eye and found her vagina on the first try. I pushed in and found her extremely wet and receptive. Now it was my turn to make those "Mmmm" sounds. I was buried in her to the hilt. She took it all and rolled her hips with each of my thrusts. I could tell that it wasn't going to take long for me to finish. I tried to slow down to make it last for her, but she apparently sensed this and said, "Go for it, I want you to fill me up." About two more strokes was all it took and then I exploded into her. I hadn't cum like that in years. I could feel that orgasm from my feet to the top of my head. It felt like I was pumping cum into her for a full minute. I half expected her to have a runny nose after this injection. I started to lose my erection, so I gently pulled out and stood there like a dumb smiling kid. She stood, turned around and kissed me long and hard. I half expected to feel a renewed stirring in response to this kiss, but before that could happen she bent over, grabbed her sweatpants and pulled them up again. There I was, standing in her living room with my pants around my ankles. She had walked into the hallway and retrieved by toolbox. I took the opportunity to "pull 'em back up." I didn't know what to say and I think that she sensed this. "We can take care of me tomorrow, if you would like," she said. I replied that I would like that too. "We can use this same chair to please me - I'll sit and you can kneel on the floor in front of me if that's OK." I avidly agreed and promised to be back the next day. "What can I fix tomorrow?" I asked. "Me" was her reply. Cul-De-Sac New Position II If you haven't done so already - go back and read part. You'll need to know that stuff to appreciate this chapter. * * * * * Yesterday, I had one of the most memorable sexual experiences of my life. I had gone up to my neighbor Dianne's house to repair a shelf in her laundry room. She had treated me to a really great fuck. She bent herself over the back of a large living room chair and I had taken her from the rear while she looked out the window "keeping guard." This was truly a unique experience with a woman who can make you hard just by living in the same county with you. My friend, Dianne, is a "job-widow", with her husband, Dan, going away on business about four or five times a year for two to three weeks at a time. Her husband had been away for three weeks on business and was not expected home for another two weeks. He was three thousand miles away in California. Yesterday's sex was wonderful but decidedly one sided with me being the benefactor, I had promised to return today and 'fix' her but things were looking somewhat bleak since my wife was home. I was sure that if I had told her that I was going up to see Dianne, Mary would have wanted to tag along to visit with Dianne. I was also sure that Dianne could see that Mary was at home from her special chair in the living room. That chair had a commanding view of the Cul-de-sac but the house and trees prevented anyone from seeing into Dianne's house from the outside. That chair had also been the scene of our tryst and now it will always hold a special place in my heart. I am sure that Dianne had figured out that I was sort of house bound. I put on my plotting and scheming hat but so far, no good ideas. The morning seemed to drag on until, around ten-thirty, the mailman came and went. Mary walked out to the box and brought in about a half-inch thick pile of mail. There were flyers, letters, advertisements and a check. She quickly sifted through the mail and separated the junk from the stuff we needed to look at. She was about to open the check when she looked at the envelope closely and asked "why are we getting a check from Duquesne Heavy Machinery Company?" I started to reply that I surely didn't know when Mary suddenly said, "oh look, this check is for Dan up the street. It looks like Mr. Cheerful (her name for the mailman) goofed it up again. It was true. The old bastard mistook the eight on the envelope (Dianne's house) and delivered it here to us at number three. "Well, we'll just have to correct this situation," I said rather sternly. Mary held out the envelope to me and said, "why don't you run it up to him?" Can you believe it? I tried all morning to think of some excuse to go up to see Dianne and Mary just hands one to me, just like that! I feigned a little disinterest in doing this chore. Mary said, "Oh go ahead, it will give you an excuse to jabber with Dan for a while. I am going downtown to the hairdresser anyway. This will give you something to do unless you want to come with me while I get a rinse and set." I calmly told her that I had no interest in sitting in a woman's' barber shop and being a delivery boy for the United States Postal Service would be my best choice. I couldn't believe the luck - she was going out and she would be out for a while and she was sending me right where I wanted to go. I put the envelope in my shirt pocket and said that I would deliver it after I went to the bathroom. This delay was to give her time to get out of the house and off the block before I started up towards number eight. I went into the can and sat down for a while. I listened to her putter around in the kitchen for a few minutes then I heard the telltale jingle of her car keys. The garage door opened and I heard the car start. A few moments later the garage door closed again, I flushed and came flying out of the can and up to the front door just in time to see her turn right as she exited our street. Wahoo! I tried to calm down and collect myself before leaving for Dianne's house. It wasn't working, my heart was racing and I had that excited feeling in my stomach even stronger than it had been yesterday. I took a few deep breaths, verified that I had the check in my pocket and leisurely strolled out the front door walking slowly but deliberately toward he end of the Cul-de-sac. The thought "be still my heart" came to mind but the more obvious problem was the half erect boner that was making the front of my pants into a small tent. I tried to put this out of my mind but I decided to quicken my pace to minimize the chance that any of the neighbors would notice the woody that I was following up the street. I tried to see into the picture window as I approached her house but I was unable to make anything out until I was right up on the front steps. Only then did I see Dianne sitting there in the chair, as promised. I rang the bell and Dianne answered the door almost immediately. Today she was wearing a short (very short) khaki skirt and a faded blue button-down-the-front short sleeve shirt. The shirt was a little loose so I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra or not. I suspected not but I was willing to do the research and find out for myself. Before going into the house I pulled the check out of my pocket and made a big production of showing it to her with the appropriate hand gestures that would put the blame on that idiot mailman. This was for any of the neighbors who may be watching from their own personal vantage points. Dianne invited me in, so in I went. She started walking toward the kitchen and today I couldn't help but stare at her long slender legs. They were perfect and reached exactly from the floor right up to her gorgeous ass. She asked if I was interested in a coffee and I stuttered something in the affirmative. We went into the kitchen and I sat at the table while Dianne poured two coffees from the pot on the counter. As she put the mug down on the table in front of me she said, "how long will your wife be gone?" I said, "I don't really know, she went to get a rinse and set at the hairdresser. Not counting time for yakking with the girls, this could take some time but you would probably know how long better than I would." She agreed and said, "couple of hours, easy." That was like music to my ears, I let out a sigh of relief, which she noted with one uplifted eyebrow. We drank our coffees for about a minute. Dianne stood up and asked if I was "ready to do the fixing work" that I had promised yesterday. Both me and my 'one eyed trouser snake' came to complete attention. I stood up and said, "Ready when you are." She said, "I'm almost always ready, let's go into the living room." I followed those legs in a sort of a trance. The skirt swayed back and forth as she walked and I found my eyes swinging back and forth in sync with the skirt. Damn, this is one exciting woman. Dianne walked into the living room and went straight over to "The Chair". She sat down and motioned for me to come over to where she was sitting. "I think you said that you were going to kneel here in front of the chair," she said. I dropped immediately to my knees and tried to look her in the eyes, all the while wanting desperately to look at her legs. The skirt had risen as she sat down and now covered to only just below her crotch. Once I was in place, Dianne sat up in her chair a little and took a long look out the picture window. I could see her eyes panning back and forth across the street stopping at each front door. She was apparently satisfied that all was in order and then she slid off her slippers and raised her legs while bending her knees. She tucked both of her heels into the spaces between the cushion and the sides of the chair. She wasn't wearing any underwear! What a sight! She reached between her legs and grabbed my head. She guided my face down to her beautiful pussy and I knelt there enjoying the sights and scents. I soon figured out what really needed fixing and proceeded to give her pussy a tongue bath. I found her clit with my tongue and started in with a rhythmic massage. Every so often I would alternate and draw her clit in between my lips and suck on it gently. After a few minutes she began to purr like a kitten. I figured that she was really getting into it by the sounds and the slow easy rocking of her hips. I decided to take a quick peek at her face to see if I could judge how close she was to orgasm. She had her eyes wide open and was looking out the window! She was moaning, moving and keeping 'guard' at the same time. This is one special woman. By now she was starting to grind her pussy against my face. It felt good. It also felt good to be giving pleasure to such a beautiful woman and to have her concentrating on me (and whatever was outside the window). I continued with the oral sex and all of a sudden she took a really deep breath, got a little shiver and grasped my head with her legs and her arms. She had an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. When it subsided, she was wet, I was wet, and I suspect the chair and maybe the floor was wet. Her breathing returned to normal after about a minute. Slowly she released the grip on my head and I was able to take a full breath again. I continued to nibble and lick her clit and started pushing my tongue into her vagina. She lifted my head pulling my face away from that wonderful pussy. She said, "I can't come again right away. I'll need a few minutes to calm down before I can get going again." I acknowledged this with a sheepish smile and asked her how I had done. She said "great - much better than my husband but not quite as good as the mailman". We both laughed at this joke. (I hope it was a joke!) I sat back on my heels enjoying the view. I couldn't stay in that position very long and soon I had to get up and walk around a bit until the blood went back into my legs. My legs started to feel better but I was going to have to do something about this trouser tent soon or else I would be starching these Levis myself. Dianne continued to look out the window and sat up when a car turned into the street. The car rolled down as far as the second house (almost across from my house), parked and an elderly woman got out and walked up to the front door of that house. She rang the bell but nobody answered the door. Eventually she figured that either nobody was home or they were inside doing something nasty while they watched her out through their own windows. The woman wrote something on a small slip of paper that she stuck in the door handle. She then got back into her car and drove down the Cul-de-sac making the turn right in front of us here at number eight. I think that Dianne knew this woman because she seemed to smile a little when she was able to see her face. The woman drove away and I soon became interested in Dianne's pussy again. I got down in front of her and started nuzzling down between her legs again. Dianne seemed to relax a little. This time she lifted up her legs a little higher and draped them over the arms of the chair. This gave me a little better access to all the important parts and I started in again on her clit and surrounding fun areas. I realized that my hands were free and not really doing anything important so I slid them, palms up, under her butt. What a butt, soft, firm and so well shaped. I continued on as before and started to get the same general reaction from Dianne. She started purring again and I could feel a slow rocking of her pelvis. She hadn't really started grinding against my face again yet so I let myself explore around a little and began tonguing her vagina. She really liked this and started encouraging me by pulling on my hair. It didn't hurt too much and I could tell that she was really getting into it. I started massaging the cheeks of her ass with my hands and rubbing my nose against her clit while my tongue continued to probe her opening. Just like before, and without warning, she suddenly took a deep breath and began vigorously grinding her womanhood against my face. She began to tremble and then the legs went around my head again and I knew that I was in for another ride on the Dianne cum train. By this time I was starting to get a case of blue balls. I think that she sensed this and when I stood up again she motioned me over next to the chair. Without ever taking her eyes off the window, she reached out and undid my belt and trousers letting them fall down to my ankles. She slid my underwear down and got a firm grip on my engorged cock. She stroked it very softly for a few moments with her hands and then leaned over and kissed it on the head. I was hoping that she would take the whole thing into her mouth but I think that she was reluctant to give up her field of view out the window. She told me that she was now one up on me so she owed me one just to get even. I certainly wasn't going to argue with this logic but I was curious to see how she was going to accomplish this. She suddenly stood up and told me to quickly sit in the chair. I did this and she got in front of me and sat back down on my cock. It only took a little maneuvering to get it into her cunt and in this position she could continue to look out the window. I just sat there and she began to slowly move up and down on my cock. I could feel her clenching the muscles in her crotch that resulted in a great massage on my now throbbing joint. It only took about two-dozen strokes for me to reach a climax. My orgasm was so strong I half expected to see her shoot off the end of my cock like a kids toy balloon. I think that I pumped another half gallon into her again today. This is some woman. We sat there in the chair for a few minutes. Eventually she got up and quickly retrieved a towel from the bathroom. She brought it back into the living room and wiped and dried her fun parts there so that she could continue to look out the window. She took the towel and wiped me down also. I stood and pulled by pants back up and tucked in my shirt. Dianne lifted up the chair cushion and retrieved a pair of panties that had been hidden there. She had apparently taken them off when she saw me walking towards her house and put them there for safekeeping. She stepped into her underwear and straightened up her skirt and shirt. She said, "Go wash your face - you're starting to look like a glazed doughnut." We straightened up and I started making ready to walk on back home. "Don't take this the wrong way", she said, "but I don't think I'll be needing anything fixed for a while. My husband is due home this weekend and I need to be sufficiently horney when he gets here." I agreed and told her that it would probably be wise to 'cool-it' for a while. She told me that she would be in touch and that if I paid a little more attention to what's happening on the street that I'd know about a lot more available action than just her. I was shocked but excited at the thought that there might be some additional pussy available within walking distance. "Thanks" I said, and she let me out the front door with one of her big smiles. When I got home all I could do was lay down on the den couch and fall deeply asleep. Mary came home eventually and scolded me for napping my day away. Her hair looked good and I told her so. "good enough for a little action later?" she asked. "Maybe, just maybe" I replied. After these last two days with Dianne I will be lucky to get it up again in a week.