0 comments/ 21941 views/ 0 favorites Male Fantasies By: Xesevoli Who says men don't have sexual fantasies? And, if they don't, then why are they always accused of undressing a girl in their minds? This is a four part story. Each time it states what actually happened, and continues with the fantasy. The setting: We had been married for less than five years and moved into a two bedroom duplex that was one of seven in a straight line. They were arranged in pairs progressing back from the street, except the last one stood by itself. Each of a pair was separated by adjoining garages. A long driveway ran the full length in front of each duplex. The driveway, across from the duplexes was lined with a twelve inch high concrete 'step' in front of a seven foot tall cinder block fence. The step was just wide enough for a person to step out of the way of incoming cars, or to sit down with your feet in the driveway. Each duplex had a three by three foot front porch, six inches high, and covered by a small awning against rain. On each side of the porch was a small lawn extending from the house to the edge of the driveway. The manager of this complex lived in a home directly at the end of the long driveway. In the summer, southern California gets very warm and sometimes remains above ninety degrees Fahrenheit for several consecutive days, even at night. Our duplexes were not air conditioned. Each of the adjoining garages had a separate garage door. The garages themselves were not separated within the garage space. It was possible to walk from the left side garage to the right side garage without leaving the garage. Each garage had a small door at the rear that allowed access to a rear porch and a door into the kitchen of the adjacent duplex. The two rear porches were separated by a small fence. The rear porch was usually used for a washing machine and it was possible to see, and talk with, your neighbor across the fence. Inside the garage, next to the door, I had installed a new gas dryer. When we moved in, our neighbors were a married couple about three years younger than we were. None of us had children at the time. The husband drove a bob-tailed delivery truck for a large meat company. The company had been in business for many years and mostly served clubs and restaurants. When he was driving, usually five days a week, he was gone from about six in the morning until just after nine at night. He loved to tell his wife about ladies in cars 'flashing' him as they went by on the freeway. He said they would open, raise, or lower their tops, blouses, and sweaters or would raise their dress or skirt sans panties as they drove next to him. It was a little hard for me to accept these stories, because he was overweight and not especially handsome or physically well built. He and his wife had been school sweethearts and married right out of high school. He'd been driving for the same meat company ever since. She wasn't a ravishing beauty either, but had an intriguing personality, a small bust, narrow waist, ample hips, and good legs. She was not homely, just not a beauty. On warm nights, as soon as the sun went down, we would open the windows and front door, leaving the screen door closed. Then we'd turn on our porch light and sit on the driveway step, opposite the duplex, until it cooled down inside. Usually, about nine in the evening, a breeze would come up, blow through the duplex and make it more livable. Our neighbor lady started doing the same and we'd all sit and talk until her husband got home. The lady smoked and had a nervous habit. She nearly always wore the same style and color dress. It was kind of a housedress, green, with red basting. The dress had a straight bodice, over the shoulder straps with no sleeves and a full skirt that ended about six inches below her knees. The dress went all the way to the neck and had small white buttons straight down the front. The skirt had about a one inch hem. It was always clean and pressed, which seemed to indicate that she had several identical dresses. While sitting on the step, she would sit with her legs apart, spread the skirt tightly across her knees, and then unconsciously fold the hem one fold at a time. She would repeatedly fold it up until it got just above the knees, and then fold it back down. One day she decided, successfully, to give up smoking. This only increased the frequency and the determination in that folding habit. Occasionally, she would be engrossed talking, or thinking, and forget how high she'd folded it. She and my wife would sit about two feet apart and I would sit at the end next to my wife. One day, I mentioned that the cinder block fence was still hot from the sun, but the driveway was cool. My wife suggested that I sit on the driveway. So, I began sitting on the driveway facing them. One night I was late getting home, and when I came outside, my wife suggested that I sit on the driveway between them. My wife is a beautiful, well endowed lady and I love her very much. I began sitting on the driveway, below and between them. I'd watch the skirt folding, and occasionally get a glance of an inner thigh. It was difficult pretending not to watch while trying not to miss anything. My wife's mother would always telephone about 8:15 at night and my wife would go in to answer the phone. A conversation usually lasted more than thirty minutes, and then after hanging up she would fix our dinner. Just after nine the neighbor's husband would drive in. He always drove the same way. He would drive forward into the driveway, past the garage and in front of his duplex, and then slowly back and turn into the garage. When she came out in the evening, the neighbor lady always opened the garage door to have it ready for her husband when he got home. I didn't change positions when my wife left, and unless a car came in the driveway, I would sit in that same spot just below her knee. The neighbor lady and I would talk during the interval before her husband got home. I had been working overtime for several weeks when the company I worked for had an emergency and required twelve and sixteen hours days and seven day weeks. One night when I came home, as we were cleaning the kitchen, my wife informed me that the neighbor lady had suggested that I was being unfaithful. She'd said no one worked that many hours. Fortunately, my wife called me often enough and at sufficiently random times that she knew I wasn't cheating. Somehow, they'd also talked about what men liked. When my wife indicated that I enjoyed large breasts, the neighbor lady said that she had small breasts and that her husband always told her that anything more that a mouthful was a waste. What do ladies talk about? Isn't anything private? Part 1 - - the situation and fact Another night, after my wife had gone to the telephone, I mentioned to the lady that I do not cheat and that I would appreciate it if she did not suggest to my wife that I do. She half apologized and became even more nervous. She began folding that hem again, but this time it was well above the knee before I smiled and suggested that she should continue. Blushing when she realized how high it had gotten, she began unfolding it. I would have sworn that she wasn't wearing anything under that dress. Part 1 - - the fantasy She asked what I was looking at, and I said that if she continued I would tell her. She made two more folds and said she'd show me more if I showed her more. She was looking at the bulge in my Levis'. It was only 8:30 and I looked both ways before scooting a bit closer to her. She leaned forward reached down and touched me. Instantly my pants were way too tight. She whispered telling me to open them and take it out. I asked what happened if a car came in, my wife came out, or her husband came home. She giggled and said if I wanted to see more, I'd have to show more. Slowly, I left the upper button and unbuttoned the remainder. My pants were really tight and it took me a moment to get it out. It really felt good to pop it out like that. She reached over and stroked it, wrapped her fingers around it told me to stand up. When I was standing she was still holding it and slowly pulled me across the driveway and into the garage. Just as we reached the center of her side of the garage, she dropped to her knees and ran her tongue along it before taking it slowly into her mouth. When it reached the back of her throat she did something strange with her tongue and the muscles at the side of her throat. It was fantastic and only took me a moment to respond. I'd always prided myself on my ability to control myself to give my mate the most in satisfaction. However, this feeling was so great that I went off like a shotgun. She moaned slightly, swallowed long and hard, and then used her tongue to completely clean me. She continued for a moment, and I couldn't believe that I'd responded back so quickly. Normally, I would have been completely out of commission for at least ten minutes. This time, still holding me, she said she had dreamed that I was circumcised and was elated that I really was. She said her husband was not. Then she pulled me back to our clothes dryer and pushed me up against it. She raised her left foot and placed her leg on top of the dryer. She slowly moved me into a position that allowed her to use me to tease between that warm, moist set of lips between her thighs. When she was fully aroused, she slowly inserted me and then wrapped her arms around my neck and raised the other leg to the top of the dryer. After crossing the ankles, she pushed us away from the dryer and impaled herself on me. My hands came up under her buttocks and she began to use her leverage to slide up and down on me. I helped as much as I could. Again, she started moaning softly. I whispered for her to be very quiet, my wife was probably in the kitchen about ten feet away. She locked her lips on mine and pulled my tongue into her mouth. I'd never felt such suction. She whispered that the reason she'd caused me to climax, earlier, was that she knew it would last longer the second time. She was right, and she really had strength and endurance herself. She really was special. I couldn't believe it when we both reached a climax together. She was out of breath and slowly uncrossed her legs and put her feet on the floor just as we heard a car. She whispered for me to get down on the opposite side of my own car, and not to get dressed or leave. She slipped to the far corner, rear of her own garage, smoothed her dress, and waited for her husband to back the car in. When he saw her, he opened the door and greeted her. He asked what she was doing in the corner as dark as it was. She laughed and said she heard him pull up in front and came out the back door. She'd shut the door so that he wouldn't back into it. She gave him a quick hug and dragged him out of the garage, closed the door, and walked him into the duplex through their front door. A few moments later her back door opened and she slipped back into the garage. When I stood, she climbed up on the dryer and asked me to come over too. She raised her skirt and commented that what was good for me was also good for her. She put her hands behind my neck and pulled my head down to that sweet spot between her thighs. As she placed her knees over my shoulders, I expressed my concern that her hubby would come out and catch us. She said that he always washed down and then took a shower before coming out of the bathroom. She said it would be more than ten minutes. She was delicious and when she started trembling and shaking, I couldn't help but add a little extra spice to the occasion. She moaned for at least five minutes, and was totally at my mercy. When I finally relented, she lowered her legs, still trembling. Took a deep breath and said that it had been the greatest experience of her life. She was unsteady as she walked slowly over to her door. She smiled and threw me a kiss as she shut the door and returned to the kitchen. I went out through my own garage door and sat on the step in front. I had just managed to cool down slightly when my wife called me for dinner. As I went into the house, she asked if I'd heard anything strange. She said that she thought that she'd heard someone moaning a few minutes, earlier. I went in and washed down. Part 2 - - the situation and fact As I stated in part 1, my former 'not pretty' neighbor has been the sustained focus of many of my male fantasies. Perhaps the lack of a beautiful, but pleasingly ordinary face, combined with an intriguing personality helped develop these fantasies. I'm certain that some of you will prefer to believe the fantasy over the fact, and if this makes it more interesting it's your choice. Remember, the fantasy parts of this story are not true. I'm telling it the way it was. It's been said, and studied, that many women living in proximity seem to experience a phenomenon where their monthly cycles occur simultaneously. I don't know the basis or reason for this, but I know that my family and the neighbor's had no children for several years. However, after living there about two years, my wife and the neighbor lady became pregnant and delivered a male child within days of each other. Five years later it repeated itself. The only offspring of each family were two male children. After several years passed, the first two boys started kindergarten. About two o'clock one midweek afternoon, after my wife had gone for a visit to her parents place, I went into the garage to work on my car. She'd taken my son with her because she'd kept him home from school after a severe asthma attack the night before. I had the day off from work and the car always seemed to draw much of my attention. Mys were nice people, but I didn't crave as much of their attention as my wife did. Anyway, I was in the garage, a place where two of my fantasies seem to have started, when the neighbor lady stepped out of her kitchen and opened the back door into the garage. She saw me and asked if electrical power was still available in our house. I said that I thought so, and asked why she was interested. She said that she had been finishing the washing of morning dishes, and stopped and stepped to the light switch to turn on the overhead light. When she turned on the switch she saw a bright flash from the ceiling fixture and then the lamp went off. I said that it was probably the light bulb. She then told me that she'd changed it and it still didn't work. Curious, I asked how she got up to the ceiling to change it. She said that she had a stepstool in the kitchen and used it for the task. Perhaps this is where this fantasy really started, as I formed a mental picture of her climbing that stool as I looked on. Anyway, I suggested that she should be very careful when climbing the stool, because there are no handrails on those things. Also, I said that I could look at the problem and asked if she'd checked the circuit breaker. She had. I followed her into the kitchen and could tell immediately, as I worked the switch, that the switch had failed. Failed electrical lighting switches, as used in most rooms, frequently feel strange when you actuate them. That feel is distinctive and the switch mechanism is either difficult to move or feels 'gritty' or filled with sand. She was wearing her trademark, a starched green dress. Anyway, I told her that I could verify the bad switch and replace it if necessary. She hesitated and told me that she could probably have her husband fix it when he got home that evening. I told her that it would only take a few minutes and that I always kept extra switches and wall duplex outlets in the house. She thanked me, and so I returned home, gathered my smaller toolbox, grabbed a switch and returned to her place. She wasn't in the kitchen when I returned. I'd left the rear door open, and entered noisily to let her know I was back. I removed the cover plate from the switch, then removed the retaining screws and pulled the switch out of the wall box. Then I took a small bladed screwdriver and used it to short between the wires at the side of the switch. The light came on, confirming my diagnosis. I hollered through the house that it was indeed a bad wall switch and began the work to replace it. The house was quiet the entire time. Ten minutes later I'd installed, tested the new switch, and replaced it and the cover plate. I hollered that it was fixed and working if she wanted to try it. No response. I called her name and received no answer. I thought it strange and while still calling her name, I slowly walked into the living room. The front door was open but the screen door was latched. I looked down the hallway toward the bedrooms and could see much of each room. There was a breeze blowing through an open window in each room. The rooms were clean and the beds made. I called her name again and still received no response. I asked myself where she might have gone. The bathroom door was closed, but I remembered an outside clothesline along the side of their duplex. They occasionally used it. I assumed she might have gone there. So, I unlatched the screen door thinking the mechanism might have been latched as she was leaving and had still allowed the door to close and lock after she'd stepped out. I walked to the side of the house and looked back. No clothes on the line and she was nowhere around. I returned to the house, opened and relatched the screen door and became concerned that she may have fallen in the bathroom. I walked to the door and knocked softly. No response. I softly called out her name and knocked again. Finally, I asked if she was okay and said that if she answered me I'd head on home. Still, there was no sound. I announced that if she didn't answer that I was coming in to insure she wasn't hurt. I waited, put my ear to the door and listened. I was about to open the door when her son returned from school. He was knocking on the screen door, after walking home from school. I opened the door and he came in while watching me with a real interest. He was probably wondering why I was there, so I told him about the switch and then told him I was afraid his Mom was in the bathroom and may have been hurt. I asked him if he would check. Slowly, he walked to the bathroom door, placed his hand on the knob and turned it. He opened the door only wide enough to squeeze into the room and then quickly closed the door from inside. I still didn't hear anything, but after a few minutes, the door slowly opened and he returned the same way he went in. After he closed the door, I asked if she was okay. He shook his head -- yes. I asked if he was sure that she wasn't hurt. He shook his head again and softly replied that she was taking a bath. So I locked the kitchen door as I left and returned to my car. Part 2 - - the fantasy Her son didn't return and so I turned the handle and entered the bathroom. She was asleep and reclined in the bath. She was taking a bubble bath, but many of the bubbles had died or moved aside. I could see the soft brown patch between her thighs and it matched her hair color. I could even see the start of a pair of delicate pink lips between them. Her arms were along her sides, her head turned slightly sideways, and two small but perfect breasts were rising from the water. I backed slowly toward the door, planning to leave as quietly as I'd entered. But something caused her to stir and her eyes opened slightly. She turned her head and her eyes opened wide in fright. Her hands went to cover her breasts. I told her that I wasn't just looking at her breast. One hand went to cover her mound, but managed to expose a breast. I smiled and said "Too late". I was afraid she'd scream, but slowly here eyes softened and her lips formed a small smile. Then she whispered that at last the dream had returned. When I asked what dream she was referring to, she said in a manner that told me I should already know, and that she'd been trying to get back into it for several months. Male Fantasies I asked what it was about, and when she hesitated I turned to leave. She told me not to go, and then held out her arms to me. When I came over she grabbed my hands and pulled me down, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. She said "This dream, silly." She kissed me hard and then I felt her tongue deep in my throat. I noticed as she released my hands, that my arms had gone out to keep my balance. One had come to rest at the far side of the tub, and the other on her soft, wet stomach. Slowly, my hand moved down her body and to that soft brown patch where those delicate lips parted. My fingers traveled back and forth. Her grip on my neck tightened and the kiss became more passionate. My finger and thumb teased and caressed her, and my other hand traveled to a breast. She moaned the full time. Her hips began to move and quickly increased their speed and the amount of movement. They were thrusting rapidly forward and back when she let out a loud moan, almost a keening, and experienced a rapid climax series. Her tongue froze at full extension and her head began a rapid back and forth motion. Finally, she relaxed and dreamily responded that it was even better than she'd imagined. As I stood to leave she sat up quickly and asked me not to go. She said this dream was just getting started. She raised herself to her knees, turned, and reached to my Levi's and started to unbutton them. I guess dream buttons are hard to remove, because several moments lapsed as she worked on that top button. I pulled in my stomach and she finally got it loose and began on the others. When the buttons were all loose, she reached behind, grabbed the belt loops and pulled my jeans down. She said that she'd always wondered "Briefs or Boxers,?" and then she said wearing nothing was so much better than either. To reach the loops, she had to move her face close and directly in front of my fly. Before she pulled the pants down, it had been trapped along the inside of my leg and now, freed, it sprang forward and up to hit her lips. Surprised, she giggled, pulled one arm forward to wrap a hand around it and then pulled it to the side and began to stroke it with her tongue. That tongue was soft, wet, apparently curious and extremely busy. It approached the hardest I could remember when she began kissing every part of it. Slowly she stopped, looked at it and then up at me. While looking up into my eyes she placed it on her tongue and then moved forward to thrust it into her mouth. Without taking her eyes from mine, she moaned and rocked back and forth. The suction was extreme and slowly she backed slightly away and whispered that it tasted good, giggled and began to really work on it. The, other hand came forward and cupped me softly. I began to thrust my hips and she backed away again and said quietly "Please do it". She giggled, sighed, and returned to work. I don't know how, but she almost swallowed it, and then she used her throat muscles and soft tongue to massage it. She had great looking teeth, but managed to keep them completely out of the way. I'd never felt this turned on and suddenly felt a climax coming. I started to pull it out, and she managed to make a noise that sounded like "unh-uh". She moved it deeper into her mouth and increased the suction. I exploded, both sides went off in unison. I don't think they'd ever both gone off together. It shot down her throat and she swallowed rapidly, several times, but it was too much. She pulled back and it filled her mouth. Now she was rocking back and forth on her knees and toes and emitting a continuous soft moaning. She finally finished swallowing, caressed me again with lips and tongue, and then cleaned me externally. I was amazed that her demeanor was so delicate after the occasion of that previous animal lust. There was a hand shower hanging from a fixture over her head. I turned on the warm water and rinsed her all over. As she settled back on her knees, she whispered "That was even better than I've been imagining." I knelt, kissed her, and started to leave, again. She caught her breath, lay back down, and asked me to pick her up. I slid my arms under her knees and shoulders and picked her up. When I was standing, she turned over in my arms, facing downward. Then she moved one leg up and over my head. She grasped me around the neck by bending the legs at the hip and interlocking her ankles behind. She ran through the full procedure so quickly that I stood there with my mouth open. Now, she asked me to let her go. As I let go, her thighs on my shoulders prevented her from falling. She was upside down and facing me. She took me in her mouth again, and I finally realized what she wanted. I was happy to oblige her. Her legs spread further as my head came forward and my tongue and lips went to work. She had quickly turned me back on, and as I placed both arms around her, her legs went straight up and I backed against the wall. Without the support of that wall, I wouldn't have been able to stand up under those sensations. As I buried my face, she tasted so sweet that I could have drowned happily in there. The softness and wetness were incredible. She began that sexy moan again, and as my tongue began its serious work, she had to stop what she was doing. Soft convulsions seemed to ripple through her entire body. Violent spasms rocked her body and her hips rocked around my shoulders repeatedly. I placed my arms to wrap her thighs from the outside to the inside. Then I tightened my arms, held her legs open and prevented her hips from moving. The restraint only made her more passionate. At that moment I discovered that any physical restraint really turned her on. Finally after more than ten minutes of such passion, I slowed to a stop. She'd been so into it that she lay limp. Slowly I unwrapped her legs and carried her into their bedroom. As she lay naked on the bed, I began to worry that it had been too much for her. Again, I tried to get her to answer and for a long time she just lay there. Finally, she opened her eyes, smiled weakly, and said thanks. She then said that my tongue almost drove her crazy. She couldn't concentrate on anything else. She'd never experienced anything even remotely close to that experience, and when my lips closed on it she went completely off the deep end. Nearly an hour had lapsed since we started. She began talking and confided to me that she and her husband had never had oral sex. She also said she'd never been with a man who'd been circumcised. Her husband wasn't, and when she first saw him she couldn't force herself to bring her face to it. Consequently, although he'd expressed interest, she'd always refused and he hadn't forced her. As a result, he'd never tried it on her either. She said when she saw mine, she thought it was so beautiful that she wanted to kiss it. After the kiss she'd felt the urge to go further, and everything was new, and fantastic. When she finished talking, I stroked her body and ran my tongue all over it. I kissed her everywhere and provided a short repetition of what she'd had in the bathroom. She said that she was now fully turned on, and grateful that I didn't milk it into another ten minute episode - - for right now, anyway - - that she wanted to experience more. I lay on my back and she moved her lips to me until I was even more firmly aroused. Then she raised herself and climbed on me. She moved slowly back and forth. It was good. Then she laughingly straightened her legs to the front and alongside my head. Next she swung one leg over my face and slowly rotated until she and her legs were facing to my right. She continued to rock and slide. Then she whispered "This is really different - - but good!!". She rode it until she climaxed. That effort was followed by continuing the rotation to the right until she and her legs were facing my feet. This time, my hands went to her hips and restrained them while I drove up, down and in as far as I could go. As she slid forward the top of my member slid over her magic spot. She groaned and moaned so loud, with the windows and doors still open, that I was afraid the neighbors would hear her. She must have climaxed many times and when I released her hips she slowly recovered and began her travels, ending in the original position. My hands were on her breasts and her hands were on me. She twisted me and moved me every available direction with it fully inserted. My hand went down and held my member pressed fully against her spot while she moved. Her hands were terrific, when the one hand reached further under and cupped me, and she bent over and placed those lips on mine. I went off again. She was a fantastic partner. After a thorough tongue cleansing, she curled up and slept for an hour with her hands wrapped around it and it held against the side of her face. I must have dozed, too. When I woke it was fully erect. I was lying on my side with one leg bent and the foot in front of my other knee. All of a sudden, she leaned forward and stroked it with her tongue. I asked what she was doing and she replied that she'd always wondered about a man's erection. She wondered if it could occur when he was asleep and how long the erection could be held. I said "How long?" She replied "You know what I mean. The length of time it could be held." Then she said "Well I also wondered about how long, and big". She said "I've been experimenting and you 'can' have one when you're asleep. And so, I'm experimenting with the second one. Every time it starts to soften, I lick it, or kiss it, or suck it. So far you've been erect for more than twenty minutes, and by the way, yours is longer and bigger than my husbands and that's big enough. Oops, there it goes again - - I'll fix it". And she did. She told me how beautiful it was, but I was looking at that smooth mound in front of my face and thinking of some experimenting of my own. I picked up her knee, bent it and put it back down similar to my own. This spread her legs and allowed me a better view. I reached over and spread those luscious lips with my finger and thumb. I moved my head closer and studied the inside. I spotted what I was looking for and touched it lightly with my index finger. It was already enlarged, but seemed to grow more. I studied it and noticed that each time she touched my erection, hers would rise too. This time I told her not to touch me, but to let me know when it started to droop. When she told me, I reached in with my own tongue and touched her. She sprang to life, but she also giggled and said "You came back". I said it was no secret. Whenever I saw her wilt, or I touched her with my tongue, I automatically became aroused, too. So we practiced for a few moments that turned into another session of passion. That woman was certainly more attractive, when you knew her, than the package first appeared. Also, she was a great lover with desire that was nearly insatiable, and passion to spare with me. Finally, I was concerned that my wife would come home and I wakened her. She went in to finish her dream and her bath as I watched. I dried her with a large towel. She finally got dressed after constantly pushing my hands away. We kissed tenderly and I went back to work on the car. By the way, she doesn't wear anything under that green dress. Part 3 - - the situation and fact Our second boys were in their 'terrible twos'. I hadn't seen the neighbor lady in over a month. I hadn't been avoiding her, I just hadn't seen her. I had awakened early and taken a shower. It was going to be a hot day after a hot night. I pulled on a pair of clean Levi's and left the shoes, socks and shirt off. My wife fixed breakfast and then told me she was taking the boys and going to visit her parents, where it was air conditioned, while I studied or worked on the car. I'd been going to college, at night, for several years. She would be back when it started to cool down. I studied my Physics text for a bit and then went to work on the car. It was already getting hot in the garage. So, I opened the small rear door, and then opened the big garage door and backed the Volkswagen out into the driveway. I turned the car around by pulling forward past the garage and then backing into it. A slight breeze traveled through the garage. I jacked up the front side, placed a jack stand, and then the back and placed another jack stand to keep the car from falling. Then I pulled down the Creeper. I'd bought the creeper just for this purpose. Automobile mechanics use them. The creeper is a wooden board and you lie on your back when using it, so that you stare up at the item you're working on (the car). They have four small swivel wheels and a small head cushion (pillow). I grabbed my oil pan, and wrench, and then used the creeper and slid under the car and rear mounted engine. I'd just finished removing the oil plug and the oil started to drain into the pan, when I thought I heard a door open. The rear wheel blocked part of my view of the garage. As stated in part 1, the two garages have nothing separating them. The neighbor's front garage door was closed and locked. My car fit so closely within the entranceway that it would be difficult for anyone to see in, least of all to walk in to my garage. Anyway I saw nobody, and I knew that I'd locked the front door of the duplex. Maybe my ears were playing tricks. A few moments later I heard the door again, and then I heard a "Hi!" I backed out from under the car and looked around until I found the source. The lady was standing in her rear garage doorway. The sunlight was strong behind her, and so I backed out partially into her garage before I could see her. I did a double take. I told you that I hadn't seen the lady next door for over a month. Also, I'd heard her husband leaving early this morning -- a sign that he was working overtime today. She had cut, changed the color, and redone her hair. That was only the small part. She was standing there dressed all in black. She'd apparently been exercising a lot or had joined a fitness group. She'd lost several pounds and her hips and waist were smaller and her bust larger. The black top that she'd dressed in was like an open midriff, long line strapless bra. It snugged and lifted her breasts, displaying goodly cleavage. It was polished off by a black form fit leather short skirt. The skirt came perhaps three inches below that central point of curiosity for most men. She was barefoot. I said I did a double take, but I also sat up on the creeper and with all sincerity I said "Wow!". She blushed and said "Do you like it?" What could I say? I stared. My heart was a lump in my throat making it difficult to do anything except wheeze. She said again, as she did a slow pirouette in the doorway and then leaned against that white door, "Well, do you like it?" I stared and said "You really look great, have you been working out? (dumbest question of the century)" . She said "A little" and then "Do you think it looks okay?" I stared and said "Your husband is a lucky man." She said "Thanks, what're you doing?" I stared and said "Just working on the car, a little". She told me to have fun and then turned and went back into the house. Part 3 - - the fantasy As I heard the greeting, I pushed back from under the car, and because the sunlight was so bright behind her, I pushed again toward the light. However, I pushed too hard and almost ran into one of those great legs. I was till lying on my back and she had lifted her foot to avoid being hit. Accidentally, I got a great look under that skirt. She was shaven and was wearing nothing under it. I stood up and stared down at her. It was terrific. Then as I said, I did a double take, but I also sat up on the creeper and with all sincerity I said "Wow!" She blushed and said "Do you like it?" What could I say? I stared. My heart was a lump in my throat making it difficult to do anything except wheeze. She said again, as she did a slow pirouette in the doorway and then leaned against that white door, "Well, do you like it?" I stared and said "You really look great, have you been working out? (dumbest question of the century)" . She said "A little" and then "Do you think it looks okay?" I stared and said "Your husband is a lucky man." She said "Thanks, what're you doing?" I responded "Right now I'm looking at you and asking myself a question." "Oh, what is the question?" "Would you tell your husband if a neighbor made a pass at you?" "It probably depends. Which neighbor?" "Me". "Probably not, what would you do?" "I'd probably say something dumb like 'I'd like to see a lot more of you'. She thought for a minute or two and I stared. Finally, she said close your eyes and don't open them for any reason. When I did, she said take off those pants, kneel, and spread your knees. I told you I wasn't wearing a shirt and I was sweating a storm right then. What was going on? Well, I did as I was told. She brushed my privates quickly and sofly, and then took it in her hands and explored it. Then, my knees rested on that cool cement floor. I was feeling very embarrassed (bare assed?). My privates were at full attention I thought I heard something over by our gas clothes dryer. Then, I heard something behind me. It was my creeper, and I thought she was moving it away. Instead, I heard it rolling and then she reached up from below and pulled me down to her lips, while my back remained straight. She had reclined on the creeper, sans all clothing (deposited on the dryer), and had pushed her head between my knees. Then she cupped me with one hand and grabbed me with the other. I opened my eyes and she was smiling up at me. She worked at it for a few minutes and then asked if I liked it. Second dumbest question of the century. She took me back into her mouth, still looking me in the eyes and smiling. Then she really became serious, and I was squirming, and my hips were pulsing and thrusting. Her head was raised off the pillow. I momentarily glanced behind me, at her, and that was too much. The look of that soft naked mound, pink moist lips in its center, her legs retracted and the knees spread apart, two breasts hugging my inner thigh, and her smiling up at me as she worked was too much. I shot my wad, everything I had in me. As in my last fantasy, she had trouble taking it all until she withdrew it a little and filled her mouth. Then she sucked me dry and cleaned me up. She was out of breath and I could barely move, but managed to turn myself around, still on my knees. I walked on my knees and placed them on each side of her head. She thought I wanted more right then, she sighed, and then raised her hands and head again. I surprised her by bending from the hips and burying my face into those lips. She jumped a little and squealed. I backed up and put my tongue in her navel, and then slowly licked my way back to that soft mound with its pink lips. This time I reached forward and spread the lips. My tongue traced her from front to back several times. Each time as I passed the magic spot, she would shudder and moan. Finally, I stopped over it, took it softly between my lips and did my best with the tongue. She released me and dropped her head back onto the pillow. She went wild. I can't imagine a bull, or broncho, bucking and squirming the way she did. Her hips were thrust in every direction, her legs came up to wrap around my neck. Her hands went to the front of my head and pulled me down, hard. I moved my arms and hands to hold her arms down to her side. She exploded stronger than ever. I kept working on her. I paused for a couple of minutes, caught my breath and allowed her to catch hers. She thought it was over, but I did it all over again. This time I kept it up for more than ten minutes. Male Fantasies I heard something out in the driveway and paused, listened and did not remove my tongue. She'd heard it too. She was breathing hard and perspiration was raining off her body. We heard someone walking in front of the garage. I reached out with my tongue and stroked her once. She almost screamed. I stopped and then repeated it every time I heard a step. It must have been the mailman, but I took every opportunity with my tongue, to remind her who was in control. When the noise had receded, I resumed my efforts. Finally, exhausted, I let her go and lay down on the cool cement beside her. She only took a few minutes before she went after me. She was determined to pay me back for the shock to her nervous system. I didn't climax although she kept at it for more than a half hour. It wasn't because she hadn't worked her hardest. I finally got tired and rolled her off the creeper. Then I got on and let her straddle me. Missionary position is great, but I love to let a woman explore and enjoy her own way. This time I did climax. But we weren't over it. She got back on the creeper, pulled her legs back over her head without bending the knees and urged me to get on. When in position, she folded her knees back over my shoulders and started an increasing, sweeping rhythm with her hips. She rocked side to side and raised her hips and lowered them. She grabbed me with it and squeezed as she worked. It was almost too much. We both blew our wads. I cleaned her up with my tongue and she reciprocated the effort. My tongue enjoyed every part of her body. Her breasts were sensitive and the kind that enjoy a puffy aureole with firm, solid, long nipples. They were very tasty. Her two breast-fed children and the recent workouts had increased their size slightly. That stomach was delicious to look at as well as to taste. I even tried to penetrate her from behind (I don't mean sodomy). She said she didn't think we could do it that way, but she would try again next time. Part 4 - - the situation and fact The neighbors purchased and moved into a home on the street behind the property manager's house. It was located such that you had to drive around a stretch of neighborhood to reach the house. We hadn't seen it, but the neighbors described it well. About two months after the move, there was a knock and I went to our front door. Our former neighbor was at the door, holding a bicycle. I was surprised, because in nearly ten years, I'd never seen him exercise. I glanced toward the street and saw his wife and son on separate bikes. She was wearing that black, strapless top I'd first seen in the garage that day. She'd replaced the short skirt with a pair of tight black Capri's. I opened the door and wave to her. He said that they wanted to invite us over for dinner and to show us the new home. I asked my wife and we agreed to be there at seven the next evening. They smiled and rode away. When we arrived the next night and knocked on the door. She answered, and was wearing a white, off the shoulder, Peasant blouse. The blouse showed a lot of cleavage and was very becoming on her. She also wore a full skirt that came to her knees. She and my wife, both, looked great that evening. Her husband was starting a fire in the backyard barbecue, and so she showed us through their three bedroom home. Then we went out and sat on a covered swing bench. He was waiting for the fire to die down and the charcoal to glow before he started cooking. He estimated twenty to thirty minutes before he was ready to cook. We talked for awhile and then I asked if I could use their restroom. She stood, took my hand and said she'd show me where it was. When we got into the house, we could still hear her husband and my wife talking. She ran ahead of me into the bathroom and the shut door. Apparently she'd washed her undies and hung them in the bathroom to dry. A few minutes later, she came out with her arms full of those unmentionables. There was a pair of small black panties and a strapless bra resting on top of the pile in her arms. She had to turn sideways to get by me, and giggled softly as she went by. Then I went into the bathroom and she went to check the part of our dinner being prepared in her kitchen. Part 4 - - the fantasy She came out of the bathroom with her arms full, and started to squeeze by me, but I saw those black panties with the bra and my arm went out just in front of her and blocked the hallway. It was almost a reflex. She giggled and turned to face me. Then when she saw that I wasn't going to let her go, she relaxed and dropped the clothes on the floor. She stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard and her tongue came alive. I was surprised at everything that was starting, but I managed to pull her skirt up and reached down to find that she was naked below it. She was smooth shaven and it was hungry. My other hand pulled that blouse down around her stomach. She looked completely naked to me, a beautiful sight. She reached out and cupped me through my trousers and then unzipped them and reached inside. She found that I, too, was wearing nothing beneath. She reached inside and grabbed me with one hand. The second hand squeezed in beside the first and cupped me from below. When she'd felt the stiffness she pulled her lips away and whispered that I was huge and much larger and longer than her husband. She went to her knees and worked on me with that sweet mouth. I could still hear the voices outside so I quickly gained the same mood that she was already in. I'd never felt such warmth and wetness. She moaned that she'd never tasted anything so sweet. I really climaxed, and then knelt before her. She raised one leg allowing me in, and I began to probe her with my tongue. She was intense, tasty, and eager. She too climaxed. A total of maybe ten minutes had passed, and when I'd satisfied her orally, I was already hard again. She kept that leg raised as I stood. Her leg went straight up, and she was doing a perfect 'leg split' when I grabbed myself and pushed it inside. She managed to stand and then drop with that single foot and ankle - - one leg was pointing straight up and the other straight down. In that stance, she was extremely tight as I entered. Then I found that she could actually control it by tightening the muscles in the lips. I'd only heard of this before, and didn't believe in that thing called 'a snapper'. After a couple of minutes, we were really sweating when she lowered the leg and straddled me while we were still standing. She climaxed several times and then I couldn't wait any longer and I filled her. She moaned, loud, and I was certain that they must've heard it outside. She slowly withdrew and I could still hear the voices in the backyard. She pulled the blouse up over those sweet breasts, and lowered her skirt. Then she got on her knees to pick up the clothing she'd dropped. When she looked up, it was still outside my pants. She crawled over, cleaned it with her lips and tongue, and slowly replaced it and zipped me. She said that she really hated to put it away, but we'd better get things moving. I used the bathroom and then grasped and squeezed her buttocks as I was going by. I quickly reached under that skirt and ran my finger through it one more time causing her to gasp and push me away. We sat at an outside, redwood, picnic table in the backyard while we ate dinner. I had to sit very close to the table top, because my former neighbor kept moving her bare foot between my legs and stroking me. I didn't want my wife to see it. When dinner and discussion were finished, it was her husband's and my wife's turn to wash the dishes. The lady pulled me into the shadows, raised her skirt, opened my zipper and we started all over again. I'm grateful that we weren't caught, but she is a lady, and it was an experience that I'll never forget.