5 comments/ 18880 views/ 17 favorites Neighbor's Fetish By: NakedinNC_ During the mid-summer I moved from a very private house in the country to the suburbs of a big city two hours away to take advantage of a career opportunity. I had a bit of a problem finding a place as secluded as my former home. At my old house in the country I rarely wore clothes inside or out. The deck was private and the back yard was lined on all sides with big Arborvitae. I enjoy reading Lit stories in the morning, nude on the deck with a cup of coffee and a smoke, weather permitting. On the weekends, any time of day, often with scotch replacing the coffee. Hell, I even picked up the morning paper nude. I get up early before it's light out so no one could see me walk down the dark driveway. Does all this make me a nudist? I guess so. The country homes, with privacy, near the big city I was moving to were either very expensive or a 90-minute commute so I settled for the best thing I could find in a reasonable commuting distance: a rental three-bedroom house with a fairly private backyard. Prior to renting, and again when I moved in, I looked carefully from all spots on the patio to determine if anyone could see. There was one window, two houses away, that I thought could see a few feet of the patio - where the back door was. I could see the window plainly from that spot and each time I looked the mini-blinds were closed; so I figured it was safe to sit naked on the patio away from the door. As insurance I kept a pair of old running shorts with me that had the liner cut out just in case I was wrong and had to cover-up quick. So here I am in a new neighborhood, with not quite, but almost privacy. The summer weather was warm and I thoroughly enjoyed the rental house's back patio in the nude along with the triple stimulants of: coffee, caffeine and Lit stories on my iPad; with the occasional web foray to find images of women like those I was reading about. Even though I am very comfortable with nudity, there was a hint of danger resulting in stimulation, from sitting out naked not knowing for sure if I was being seen. After a few weeks, without any cops showing up to arrest me for Public Nudity, I figured either no one could see or no one cared. I was wrong on both counts. There was more than one occasion, okay really almost daily, which the combination of those three stimulants caused my cock to swell to its full length and girth while reading a particularly juicy story. The hand not holding my iPad was usually engaged in self-enjoyment; stroking my cock, caressing my balls and touching my nipples. (Not all guys have sensitive nipples but mine are. I get as much enjoyment out of having them played with as the other parts.) A few times, things went a bit too far as I succumbed to the fantasy created by the story and shot a load of cum on my chest. At the end of the first month I arrived home from work on a Friday evening looking forward to sitting out au naturel with a beer and cigar to unwind from a tough week at the new company. I was in the bedroom having just finished undressing and hanging up my suit and when the door bell rang. 'Uh oh', I thought; 'I'm not dressed, who could that be?' I threw on my "emergency running shorts", put my white shirt back on, tucked in the tails and rolled up the sleeves ignoring the front buttons. I really hadn't thought through that I might not make the best first impression if this was a neighbor, but I didn't know anyone here yet and the only people so far that rang my door bell were repair technicians. I figured it might be the sprinkler guy coming to check on its latest malfunction. There at my door step stood a woman, holding a casserole in her oven-mitted hands. She was gorgeous! Brunette hair just past her ears with a few highlights, eyes you could get lost in with deep brown, lush eyebrows and long eye-lashes. To her, I must have looked the epitome of the disheveled bachelor; which I was at the moment. Due to both my attire, or lack of it, and my mind racing back and forth faster than alternating electric current between - God she is beautiful ... and great first impression you idiot ... then wandering to ... what do I do now? I was frozen like an ice sculpture as my mind raced and she looked down at my shorts and up to my face; giving me the once over. Then she smiled; melting me and brought me out of the AC loop. I was able to smile back and say, "Hello". "Hi!" she said, "My name is Kim. I'm your neighbor two houses down" as she tilted her head in that direction and sort of pointed with the casserole towards where she lived. "This house was empty for a while after the Sharps moved out. I've seen you come and go and wanted to meet you so I made you lasagna." "Hi Kim" I half-croaked, cleared my throat and continued, "I'm Trevor. How thoughtful! Thank you, please come in." As she walked through the front door and entered the living room she said, "Let me just put this in the kitchen for now." She proceeded through the living room to the kitchen. She had either been here before (a good probability - maybe a friend of the Sharps) or noticed the kitchen through the living room. "Great idea" I said following her. I was so discombobulated when I opened the door, and so stunned by the first impression her beauty made on me, that I hadn't really checked her out as she had me. Walking behind her I noticed a very fine figure. Her hips flared nicely from her waist, both of which had nearly perfect proportions and a really nice ass covered by a short, tan wrap-around skirt leading my eyes down to a pair of succulent thighs sitting on top of toned and shapely legs with sandals on her feet. I watched her sexy calf muscles as she moved and scanned up again to notice her top was a silky, very light, almost but not quite white, cream colored spaghetti strap top. All this happened in the time it took her to move just a few steps and in the remaining time it took her to reach the cook top I noticed there were no panty lines or indication of a bra. Call me naïve, but I just thought - it's Friday evening, it's hot and she's dressed comfortably. "I'll just put it on top of the stove." She said placing the lasagna on the cook top and bent forward just a little, which probably wasn't necessary, pushing her gorgeous ass towards me. Yup, no panty lines - my mind confirmed its earlier decision. "Oh that looks nice." I commented; letting her decide if I was talking about the casserole, her ass or both. "You didn't have to go to all that trouble. Let's put it in the oven so it stays warm. You can give your husband or boyfriend a call and have him come over and we can all enjoy it for dinner tonight while we all get to know each other." "Is that an invitation to have dinner with you?" she said turning around and raising her voice and eyebrows at the end of her question in a coy sort of way. "Yes, give him a call." I continued fishing to see if there was either one. "There's a phone here somewhere." With her back to the stove I was now able to get a better look at her front. WOW! It was all I could do not to stare. The no-bra call I made before was confirmed as I could just make out the dark circles of her areoles and prominent nipples straining under the thin silky top pushed out by a pair of nicely sized breasts. "Then I accept." She answered. "And I won't need the phone as there is no boyfriend and my husband died three-years ago in a car accident." Despondently I replied, "I am truly sorry for that Kim. My wife passed away five years ago, along with several co-workers, the result of a rare and dangerous virus strain that got loose in her lab at work. I can't say I know how you feel, but I know it's hard." "Oh Trevor that's terrible!" she half-whimpered, "I hope it wasn't painful for her. My husband died instantly due to the high speed, at least that's what I was told." "I don't think she went through any pain, but I don't know. She worked in a secret government lab, I don't even know who for, and all they told us was that the virus caused total heart and brain stoppage in less than six seconds. Very bad stuff. This was after the war with Iraq so maybe she was analyzing Saddam Hussein's poisons. We both knew what she did was dangerous and accepted the risk. Still, it sucks. It took me a couple of years and several thousand dollars of therapy, which the government paid for, to get over it. That's partly why I moved here: new career, new city, new life - you know what I mean?" "Yes I do. I'm sort of at the same place. I was going to serve divorce papers on my husband when he got home that night. He was a professor at the university and I caught him in bed with one of his graduate assistants - twice. I too spent lots of time and money in therapy. For me the therapy was very valuable; I am in a much better mental state now and feel good about myself. At first I kept wondering what he saw in them that I didn't have?" As she said that, she put her hands on her hips and thrust her chest out with her stiff nipples pointing right at me. I took in her voluptuous body as she continued, "But I finally realized he was into the chase and there is nothing wrong with me." "I'll drink to that!" I said almost too enthusiastically. I knew I had to change the mood here or things would get too maudlin. I felt we had made a connection, begun the bonding process. "What is your pleasure? I have wine, beer, booze, juice, soft drinks ... you name it." Kim smiled and moved to me with open arms saying, "Okay, good idea but give me a hug first so we can move on." The hug was a friendly one. Her nipples grazed my chest and I moved my thigh to exert some subtle pressure between her legs; she ground her pussy back on it. It didn't last long, but that hug served to shift both of us away from our remorse and suggested there was more to come. "I'll have some wine, please." Kim said stepping back with her voluptuous breasts bouncing seductively. "Red if you have it." "Madame, please come this way." I said in my best impersonation of a French sommelier while extending my arm to escort her to my full wine rack in the corner. "Your wish is my command. You only have to choose which one." Kim giggled and played along taking my arm and letting me lead her to the wine rack in the corner. After perusing the selections, she chose a combination Merlot/Cabernet Sauvignon. I opened it, poured two glasses and stuck the lasagna in the oven to stay warm. While opening the wine I remembered that I really was not dressed very appropriately. My shirt was open to the navel giving her glimpses of my chest and abs and the shorts without the liner allowed her to see the outline of my semi-engorged cock as I moved around. She leaned against the counter, with her arms crossed under her breasts pushing them to prominence, as she watched me work and we engaged in small talk. Apparently she enjoyed the show as her long, stiff nipples continued to strain the fabric of her top. This of course did not help with my predicament as I could see them every time I turned to say something to her. I could also tell her eyes darted fleetingly towards my growing bulge, my exposed chest and then back to my face. We proceeded to the living room couch with me again extending my arm and her giggling and jiggling all the way. "What's so funny?" I asked looking at her and smiling. "I just had this image go through my mind of a French Sommelier in a nice restaurant dressed in nylon running shorts and an unbuttoned white shirt. I just think that's hysterical!" She replied between giggles. "Ha" I responded laughing slightly at myself. "What makes you think that Jacque down at Chez Paree doesn't wear shorts like this now and again to get a good tip from his lady customers?" "It's just funny that's all. But, if you did wear those to get a nice tip, I'd say its working." She said looking at the swell in the shorts from my semi-engorged cock as she sat down. "Your right, I am really not dressed correctly to meet such a beautiful and sexy woman for the first time. Please enjoy your wine while I go put on something more appropriate." I stated as I set my glass down on the table. "Oh no!" she blurted out in a voice that seemed just a notch short of panic, "even though the running short clad sommelier look is funny; I am enjoying the view. Please stay as you are. I like it!" Sitting on the couch, sipping our wine, we engaged in small talk about where we were from, where we went to school, where we work, etc. In the kitchen I thought she was stealing glances at my chest and crotch; she did so several times again. But I was not an innocent conversant either; taking every chance I thought I could get away with to ogle her breasts and the delicious thigh that was now exposed when her wrap-around skirt parted itself almost to her waist. Her nipples were dark enough and the top light enough, so that they were clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. I know she knew what I was looking at as several times she moved in a way that drew the fabric tightly across her bosom. When she did that, her dark, stiff nipples were clearly visible. As we continued our introductory banter I purposely bent forward a few times, which forced my shirt open, and each time her eyes locked on to my chest like a radar tracking device. This was interesting! I had never met a woman so interested in that part of me. I wondered if there might be some sort of infatuation on her part. In one of the stories I had recently read on Lit the woman was just as attracted to men's nipples as men are to women's. Could this be happening in real life? Our glasses were empty so time for a refill but I had a bit of a dilemma to solve. My cock was nearly fully engorged at this point from all the visual stimulation. The thin nylon shorts would hide nothing. Should I stand up straight and let her see ... or swivel away before standing so she couldn't? I decided on the former based on her earlier comment about enjoying the view. I reached across her lap to the table to collect her glass letting my hand lightly brush her exposed thigh very high up and announced: "Time for another round. I'll just refill these for us." "Thank you" she said. "I hope that's not the last time you touch me, it feels good." I stood up with one glass in each hand and faced her. My cock, which I have been told by other women is well above average, was very evident as the shorts tented quite visibly. "I'll just be a minute." I said watching her stare at my bulge as I stayed motionless to give her a good look. After a few seconds that seemed much longer, she looked up at me and said, "Hurry back." After setting her refilled glass down on the table I sat down very close to her at an angle so I could more easily look at her. My knee was touching hers and the slit in my shorts opened all the way to the waist band so we were about even on thigh exposure. I took a risk and put my hand on her thigh; then began to gently trace circles on the inside that went higher with each revolution. She put one of her hands on my forearm and began to caress me. We both took a sip using our free hands and looked at each other expectantly over the rim of the glass. I was about to say something about how nice and soft her thighs were when she broke the silence with a question that surprised me. "Do you know we have much in common besides living on the same street?" "Why that's good" I responded. We both continued caressing each other. My cock was now nearly fully erect and even sitting; my shorts were sticking up almost obscenely. Her nipples stood out as if we were in a walk-in cooler. "Tell me more." "Umm" she cleared her throat, dipped her head slightly as if to build courage for what she was about to say and started. "Please don't be annoyed with what I am about to share, but I think I'm close to right on all counts. For one thing," she paused for effect and looked at me with those beautiful eyes, "we are both nudists." I was more than a little shocked to hear this from someone I just met, but certainly not upset. "You're right about me." I replied. "I'm glad to hear that you share an appreciation of the au naturel. But tell me, how did you know?" "One morning I was looking for something to wear in the upstairs closet and saw you out the window on your patio. The mini-blinds were closed so you couldn't see me watching you. Every day since then I make sure I watch you with your morning coffee, smoke and iPad." She explained. "Thanks for not calling the cops." I laughed, "Do you like what you see each morning?" "Yes, definitely." She replied, "You have a very athletic body and a nice long, thick cock. I just wish I was as brave as you to go outside naked. I never wear clothes in the house but my yard is not as private as yours." "Okay" I said, "We're both nudists. While I haven't seen you naked yet, I can say that you have a magnificently sexy body and beautiful face. We can have fun exploring that later, but what else to we have in common? After the first thing, I am really curious." "We both masturbate." She blurted out in a way that told me she was unsure if she should have said this but it was too late to take it back. "Again, right about me. Please go on." I encouraged her. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but here goes" she continued bravely, "I've seen you masturbate a few times, and even though I could only see from a distance, was quite impressed with the size of your cock. You looked so sensual as you stroked and caressed yourself that I could not help but join in the fun. As you were stroking your cock, I was fingering my pussy. As you caressed your nipples, I caressed mine. As you came, I came." "That certainly deserves a kiss, don't you think?" I asked as I put my glass down and leaned towards her while taking her glass and placing it on the table. Our lips met and our tongues dueled as we embraced. This went on for several divine moments. I started to caress her exposed back and she reached in my shirt to do the same to me, brushing then caressing one of my nipples. Eventually we both came up for air. Still holding each other in a close embrace I whispered, "Thank you for sharing that, I know it might have been difficult to put out there. I'm definitely interested in hearing if there's more." "Probably lots of things I think we'll find out about each other if our friendship continues. That is if you want it to, because I certainly do. Here are two other things and then we should decide what's next. First I know that you prefer women who are natural and don't shave their pussy. My husband was an avid bird-watcher and I used his high-powered binoculars to see what you were looking at on the iPad. This really made me happy because I don't shave mine." She pulled back, breaking our embrace, dropping one hand to my lap, resting on my stiff cock and looked me in the eye for a reaction. I smiled at her and she continued, "The second other thing we have in common is", she paused and slowly slid her hand back into my open shirt, up my abdomen and caressed one of my nipples; then continued speaking "I think I have a nipple fetish. Yours look very sexy and feel so nice. I'm getting turned on by doing this. My last boyfriend thought my nipple fetish was weird." She paused speaking, as she slowly circled my nipple with her finger. "And from the way you play with yours when you read stories, I think you might too." She went back to caressing my nipple causing it to harden from her touch. "I can see you're enjoying this, am I right?" "Again, right about me and I'm glad to have you play with my nipples whenever you wish, no matter when or where. I love to have my nipples caressed as your doing, lightly pinched and especially sucked." I answered. "You mean like this?" Kim asked as she pulled my shirt tail out from my shorts, leaned over and began to sensuously suck my other nipple while lightly pinching the one she was toying with. Neighbor's Fetish "God yes!" I cried. She stopped for a second, looked up at me and asked, "And can I do this too anytime? Anywhere?" Then resumed sucking. "Anytime, anywhere!" I replied while running my fingers through her hair. After nearly a minute of ecstasy she stopped sucking and pulled back but remained leaning forward, still caressing my nipple, with a very serious face. She risked much putting all this out there, especially the last part. She said we should decide what's next, but she really needed to know if I was accepting of all this or upset. Of course my lower brain was screaming, 'What are you waiting for? Let her play with your nipples as you fuck her hairy pussy with your big cock. She practically told you that's what she wants!' My upper brain somehow won the day because I didn't want this to be a one time thing. "Kim, I am really glad you decided to make that lasagna. You are dead-on about me. I suggest we take our clothes off, drink some more wine and you can play with my nipples as much as you want as long as I can play with yours." Kim crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her top and began to pull it over her head and off. When the top was upside down, covering her face with her big breasts exposed as she pulled it off, I reached forward and blocked her from going further as I said, "Stop right there, my turn. You won't be able to see, so trust me and concentrate on what and how you feel." I got up and took my two articles of clothing off. Then knelt on the floor in front of her and placed my hands on her knees. I slowly slid my hands down and around to gently caress and massage her calves. Then back up again to lightly stroke the back of her knees. She moaned as I did so keeping her top over her face. I went down to her calves again then returned to the back of her knees eliciting another satisfied moan along with, "That feels so good. You're getting me even more excited." "Just trust me and enjoy. Keep your eyes covered and focus on what you feel." I said as I slid my hands around on top of her knee again and slowly moved them up the inside of her thighs while gently pushing them apart. She offered no resistance and spread her legs as I lightly ran my fingertips over her inner thighs. I knee-walked to the edge of the couch, bent forward and kissed the smooth skin of first one then the other thigh. Kim moaned again and sensing I was headed for her pussy spread her legs even more and slouched on the couch so I would have easier access. I continued running my fingertips higher and higher on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and changed from kissing to licking with my tongue following the progress of my fingers. My left hand was now under her skirt on the side not exposed. I reversed direction heading south with my fingers and blew on the area I had just licked to send a cooling sensation through her skin. When I got to her knees I headed north again with my fingers and returned to kissing her delectable inner thighs. "Trevor, that feels sooo good!" She cooed as I continued kissing and moving north. "Please keep going, don't stop." I took that as a sign she wanted me to continue to her pussy. My fingers moved the final inch and found her pubic hair. I was right, no panties. Her luxurious pussy hair was nice and long at the edges. I began teasing it and then applied a little more pressure as I moved my hands to the side of her pussy to encourage more blood flow to the area and slid my tongue in the crease between her lips and upper thigh. I spread the fingers of my left hand and combed through her splendid bush while my right continued north to find and undo the skirt clasp. Like pulling back the covers from a newlywed I opened her skirt to expose her pussy to my sight. I continued combing her pussy hair with my left hand and grazed her clit on each pass. Kim moaned again and said, "Trevor you are driving me crazy. Can I look now? I want to watch you eat my pussy." She slouched a little more and pushed her pelvis towards me in anticipation of where my tongue was headed. Her pussy lips glistened with moisture as her vagina lubed itself. "Not yet. Just focus on how good it feels. It will make it that much better." I responded from between her legs. I pulled my tongue through the valley of her pussy and flattened it out as it glided over her clit. Kim pushed her hips up to increase the contact as I did that. Then I continued licking up to her belly button as my hands slid up her torso to the underside of her large breasts. I lingered making big circles around her belly button as my fingers made large circles around her tits. She thrust her chest out in encouragement. With each circle I decreased the radius of my fingers and tongue until I reached her long, stiff nipples and belly button simultaneously. She had already told me she had sensitive nipples so I decided to focus on them instead of her clit or pussy with my tongue. As I gently pinched her upright nipples my tongue headed due north to the valley of her glorious breasts. She thrust her chest out to encourage my ministrations and her breathing got much deeper, almost gasping she was so turned on. When my tongue reached the mid-point between her breasts I found myself leaning very far forward and slowly and carefully moved my hips from side to side so the base of my big, thick cock was nestled between her pussy lips. I was dripping a significant amount of pre-cum which along with her secretions made everything down there nice and squishy. I pushed my hips forward to increase the pressure while moving to playfully lick first one, then the other long, stiff nipple. Kim's chest heaved into me wanting me to do more than playfully lick her nipples as her hips moved up and down so that she was fucking her clit on my cock. She pulled the top off her head, looked down and pulled my head to her breast to force my mouth onto her nipple. I began to suck gently and swirl my tongue around the half-inch or so turgid tower on top of her tit. She again pulled my head to her as she picked up the pace with her hips now sliding her clit along the length of my well-lubed, and very hard, big cock as I joined the action and fucked her clit. "God Trevor" Kim gasped, "You're going to make me cum. Please suck my nipples!" I switched sides and repeated the gentle swirl on her other breast and rapidly moved to sucking as she once again pulled me to her. I got as much of her breast into my mouth as I could and ran my tongue over her long, stiff nipple. She moaned again. I continued my dual front assault by sucking hard on her nipple and pushing my cock against her clit. It didn't take long for her to thrust her hips into me while pushing her nipple into my mouth; her breath coming in heaves. Her orgasm began to roll through her body as she exclaimed over and over: "oh fuck, oh fuck" and "you're so good, so good". I continued just what I was doing and made sure my cock continued to fuck her clit as she writhed around in the pleasure of her cum. When she stopped moving I pulled my head up as she leaned forward and we kissed passionately. I hadn't cum yet and was still hard; but remained still to let her now sensitive clit calm down. We kissed like teenagers at a make-out party for about five-minutes. I looked down at her and said, "I'm glad you made the lasagna but there's one more thing we need to do before dinner." She looked at me questioningly until she felt my hips move back slightly and then forward as the head of my cock entered her wet, hairy pussy. "Oh yes, fuck me!" she blurted out loudly in a sexy, low pitched voice like a cheerleader would use. "Fuck me!" I started to slowly push myself in to her juicy, slick pussy. (I learned the hard way that most women take time to accommodate my big, thick cock.) I could tell Kim would have no trouble after I got about halfway and she cried out, "God you're big! It feels so good! Fuck me with your big cock!" I changed my body position slightly so my weight was held by my arms. Kim took advantage of this and began to suck and lick my nipples. I slowly went all the way in and all the way out. Her furry cunt felt heavenly. I looked down and could see her moist, long, luxurious pussy hair sticking to my cock as I withdrew. Her hairy pussy was hot, wet and tight. I knew I wouldn't last long with her licking my nipples and her pussy tightly gripping my cock. I wanted her to cum again before I did, so I began doing kegels to hold off. As every guy knows, holding off is a real challenge! I was winning the battle, but barely, as I continued to slowly slide my big cock all the way in and all the way out. Kim was panting now and building to her second orgasm. She moved her head back on the couch, which meant no more stimulation of my nipples so I would be able to last longer, and began kneading her large breasts and pulling at her extended nipples. I sped up my thrusting and repositioned myself so I was slightly higher to allow my pubic bone to strike her clit each time I went all the way in. My hips were a blur of motion as I pistoned in and out making sure to bottom out each time and give her nubbin as much stimulation as I could. "Do you like getting fucked by my big cock?" I grunted after about 5-minutes of pounding. "Yes, Yes!" she moaned. "Fuck my hairy pussy with your big cock! You make my clit feel so good. I'm almost there, cum with me." She was moaning, I was moaning, we were both panting when I felt her cervix muscles contract around my cock as her orgasm started. I could feel my balls tighten and the head of my cock expand and knew that I couldn't hold off any longer. Her pussy gushed at the same time my first volley shot off. I kept thrusting and filling her with my cum. I collapsed on her chest and she put her arms around me and pulled me into her. I looked up, smiled and kissed her. A nice, long, languid kiss of mutual satisfaction. -- As we were both nudists, there was no reason to get dressed. We ate the lasagna nude and it was great! It seems I was a bit sloppy as some sauce and wine seemed to land on a nipple over and over again. She enjoyed licking it off.