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New Neighbor

By: randallangdon



I noted the number on the box and checked it off of the inventory list that was on the clipboard I held. "That looks like everything," I said to the moving truck driver and one of the helpers standing in the living room of my new apartment. Over the course of the last few hours, we had gotten to know each other and I showed them how much I appreciated their extra care with my stuff with pizza and a couple of beers.

"You sure? I know the truck is empty. If you find anything that's missing, just give the number a call. And hey, make sure you keep your head up Paul." The older gentlemen's encouragement was welcome. I hadn't received much of that lately. I had moved back to my hometown, braving the hail of jokes and ridicule from my father and my older brother that I knew was coming. I had balked at coming home to work for the family business that my dad eventually handed down to my brother. The used car dealership was the largest in a three-state radius and was still successful despite the downturn in the economy. I couldn't say that for the company I went to work for after college. Government regulation of its star drug caused the pharmaceutical company I sold drugs for to downsize me. Luckily I had paid off my man toys and had even managed to save a few bucks when it was forecast that I would eventually be let go. The other consolation was a healthy severance package that would allow me five months to sulk and look for some work, though I knew I'd eventually end up selling cars for my brother. 

As I closed the door to my cramped two-bedroom apartment, I noticed the echo of the unadorned halls. I became especially aware when my girlfriend's, ahem, ex-girlfriend's ringtone blasted from my cell phone. "Paulie," she asked as if she didn't know I'd answer.

"Yeah, what's up?" I tried to act like hearing her voice didn't shake me to my very core. It did.

"Hey. How is everything going," she asked as if I felt no effects from our abrupt breakup two days prior.

"Great. Just great. What can I do for you," I asked trying to get her off the phone.

"Paulie, don't be like that. It doesn't make talking with you easier," she responded.

"Yeah Sherry. Once again, what can I do for you," I asked more directly.

"Whatever. I see you're going to continue acting like a child. I just called because I left my styling iron in your bathroom stuff and I don't want to buy a new one. Can I get it sometime or are you going to be a jackass about this?" Her words were like a hot knife sticking in my ear.

Two weeks ago, Sherry went home to visit her parents. While she was there, apparently her mother had encouraged her to seek the company of another suitor—one with better future prospects. Her mother, always the facilitator, even set her up with a prospect. He, like Sherry's father, was a doctor and his occupation was more "conducive" with Sherry's future career. She was a medical student with a year left before entering the exciting field of making tons of money.

"You know what Sherry," I started into her and then thought better of it. I took a deep breath and remembered that anger would get me about nowhere. "Yeah, you know where I moved to. I'm going to take a few weeks off, so come get it whenever," I calmly stated.

"Paulie, I don't want to be at each other's throats forever. We've had three good years together and there's no reason why we can't be friends," she said.

"Okay Sherry. Why don't you let me go? I'm really tired and want to set up my new place a little bit before I get some sleep. Give me a call tomorrow and we'll work out a time when you can pick up any of your stuff you left or I can bring it to you." I just couldn't talk to her anymore. Not tonight. Maybe not for a few more nights. I found out a week ago that her mother's "facilitation" with the doctor included a couple of dates, one that explained her inability to answer the phone one night until two in the morning.

"Alright Paulie. I'll call you tomorrow. Sleep ti...," she started before I pushed the end button on my cell phone. 

I plopped down on the loveseat that I had placed among my many boxes and across from my baby: my 63" plasma hi-definition television. I slid in a DVD of the latest blockbuster and proceeded to ignore it as I fell asleep.

The week I had since first moving in was pretty therapeutic. I took the time to set up my apartment. On two of those nights, I had the surprisingly pleasant experience of having my mother's help. She came over to add a woman's touch to the place and bring over some housewarming gifts. Mom was so much more sympathetic than my dad, who took every opportunity to take a mental jab at me for refusing his employment offer three years ago. The second night she brought me dinner and we talked and laughed until I cried. No really. I cried, laying my head on my mother's lap. That was about as low as I would get I decided. 

My older brother came over the next night and we shared some beers over steaks. I expected the worst, but he was really cool and, as expected, offered me a job as an assistant sales manager. "Hell, you have more experience selling shit than I ever had starting out." I explained that my pride wanted me to look for another job for a few months and he understood saying that I'd have a job whenever I wanted it. The job offer was nice, but I couldn't get past the mental image of my dad, who had not called yet, snickering at my recent misfortune as I walked into the dealership on my figurative hands and knees. I would do anything before that. And I did.

A connection in the local school system fast-tracked my application for a temporary teaching license and I became a substitute teacher. After a week of lounging around my new apartment, I was called in for a job substituting for an eleventh-grade math teacher. During the morning, I was reminded why I had a degree in psychology and not math. The questions and, well, babysitting left me exhausted. I couldn't wait for the break and I readily flopped into the beaten leather chair in the teacher's lounge for lunch. I laid my head on the top of the chair's back and closed my eyes for a quick power nap. A tap on the shoulder woke me up.

"Paulie?" The female voice sounded vaguely familiar to me. I shook off my grogginess and tried to focus. "Paulie Tanner?"

I looked through my glasses, now crooked, at my senior English teacher Mrs. Hannah. "Mrs. Hannah," I asked trying to pull myself further out of my quick nap.

"Wow! It's great to see you," she exclaimed. "Oh and by the way, it's Carol. Carol Gentry actually. Divorce will do that to you," she laughed uncomfortably at her own joke, explaining the name change. "What are you doing here," she continued.

"I'm teaching here. Well, no, I'm actually substituting for Mr. Lamond. I'm between jobs but am trying to stay busy," I rambled, slowly gathering my composure. It was then that I noticed her figure. "Mrs. Hannah" was the most gorgeous teacher we had at school. A flood of memories came back to me instantaneously. I don't know how many times I had masturbated to her image in my head. She was always dressed professionally, yet her outfits still had a way of showing off her (what I guessed were) 32 C breasts and her lovely hips, ass, and legs. She was around 5'4" with tanned skin and soft brown hair. It was ten years since I had last seen her, but time had been good to her. Despite a few lines around her eyes and perhaps an additional five pounds or so, she still looked fantastic.

"Well it's great to see you again Paulie," she said, turning on the vibrant smile I remembered from my youth. "You living with your parents or what," she inquired.

"First of all, if I'm going to call you Carol, you've got to call me Paul," I smiled to show her my attack was lighthearted. "And no, I'm not a complete loser yet. I've got an apartment on Beaumont Drive," I explained.

"Royal Crest Apartments? That's where I live now," she almost screamed as she started laughing. By this time, she had pulled a chair up opposite me. I noticed the denim skirt came to the middle of her thighs. I also happily noticed her beautiful chest covered in a cotton t-shirt that showed her support for the school's cheerleading squad as she leaned forward to slap my slacks-covered right knee. The contact made me shiver inside. I looked a bit strange relative to her and the rest of the teachers. This was my first day and the call I received failed to notify me of the school's casual Fridays dress code for teachers.

"Wow! That's pretty sweet. I mean, that's cool," I stuttered.

"It's okay Paul. I'm probably more up on slang than you'll ever want to be. What townhouse do you live in," the inquisition ensued.

"C 4," I answered.

"WHAT!? I live five doors down from you in E 1! That's incredible!" This time, she did scream.

"Yeah," I said, wondering why she was so damned enthusiastic. "That's really great," I said through a dumb smile.

"So, have you been getting some home cooking?" Before she could let me answer she started: "You need to let me cook you a meal tonight so I can hear about your exciting life since leaving this place. You don't have any plans do you," she said while looking at me as if she just suddenly realized how forward she was being.

"Uh, well, no. I'm glad you caught me, because I was about to take over the social scene around here," I joked. "Around seven? Eight," I asked.

She answered, "Let's say seven-thirty. I'll make you a great meal and maybe I'll rent a movie." She stood up as she finished. "Paulie Tanner," she almost sighed as she said it. She then turned and left for her next class and gave me a view of her perfect ass with the denim skirt attached to every curve.

"Carol, uh, Gentry, I think," I whispered to myself as the door closed behind her. It was then that I realized it was time for me to get to my next round of babysitting high schoolers.

I wore a pair of jeans and a button-up dress shirt for my dinner with Mrs. Hannah, or Carol. I still hadn't gotten used to placing that name with the face of my youth's favorite masturbatory idol. Now, I was walking down the fifty yard stretch of sidewalk to her townhouse.

I was shocked when she answered the door in a pair of sweat shorts that barely reached the top of her thighs and the same t-shirt she wore earlier in the day. A towel was draped over her right shoulder as she motioned me in, swinging the door wide open. Her left thumb was in her mouth, apparently taste-testing tonight's meal. "Come in Paul. Make yourself at home while I finish up dinner," she said as she turned and moved towards the kitchen.

I watched her ass bounce just barely under the bottoms of the shorts she wore. I looked around her townhouse. It had the same floor plan, yet it was decorated a bit differently than mine. It was more, for lack of a better term, domesticated. On the mantle of the tacky electric fireplace were pictures of my night's date and members of her family. I guessed that she had no problem getting rid of the pictures of her ex-husband.

I called out from the living room, "So I hate to be forward, but I remember you being married." She surprised me as I turned toward the kitchen and she was standing a foot away.

"Dinner's ready," she precluded my next question. Instead, I enjoyed the dinner she prepared, and over wine, we eventually tackled our failed relationships. To her credit, she was well over her marriage. She admitted that being divorced took some getting used to, but at least she didn't have kids to worry about. She hinted at her age, which I guess is between 35 and 36, though we certainly didn't touch that subject. I, on the other hand, barely talked about my recent breakup before quickly changing the subject.

"So, you said something about a movie," I began to steer the conversation.

"Yeah. I've always been a horror fan. I couldn't help but rent one. I hope you're not chicken," she challenged me through a laugh.

"Well, so long as you stay close," I flirted. She smiled despite the awkward silence she left momentarily between us.

"Why don't you just sit down and make yourself comfortable," she suggested. She teased me about my button-up shirt and encouraged me to take it off and strip down to my t-shirt, while she filled our glasses. We raised our voices as we continued our conversation between living room and kitchen.

"I'm sorry about being so awkward around you. I have to admit that it's weird to be here tonight," I said.

She returned with a dumbfound look on her face. She then moved to put in the DVD. She continued during the previews. "Why? We're two adults just getting to know each other."

"I know, but I have to admit that I had a pretty huge crush on you during my high school years," I said shyly.

She laughed as she flopped down a few inches beside me on her suede loveseat. "Well, I was young then. But I certainly appreciate the compliment." She then leaned over and to my surprise kissed me on the left cheek. "Hopefully, I can continue turning heads for a few more years. Older guys of course," she laughed.

"You certainly have my attention," I said as I looked over at her. Her right foot rested upon the table and her left was placed with the bottom at the table's front edge. The resulting image was the object of my high school desires sitting a foot away from me with her legs totally exposed. The pair of sweat shorts she wore graciously bunched at the top of her tan thighs leaving me a great view of the back of her legs leading to the bottom of her ass. The t-shirt she had on seemed to adhere to her breasts, giving me a great look despite the bra she was obviously still wearing. 

She smiled wide at my compliment and said, "I better use the bathroom before the previews end."

As she sauntered in front of the television toward the guest bathroom, I stared intently at her body, especially the back of her shorts that allowed for just a peek at the points her ass cheeks met the top of her thighs. I wondered if she wore this outfit for our little date or if this was her normal weekend lounge wear. I quietly sighed at my good fortune and wondered if it might lead to the fulfillment of a fantasy that I'd had for about a dozen years.

She came back just as the movie went through its beginning credits. As she walked in, she asked if she could turn out the lights and I agreed. The light from the television didn't hide the fact, though, that she had taken off her bra while in the bathroom.

The movie wasted no time inducing fear. In no time, Carol had scooted into me and allowed me to place my left arm around her shoulder. During the scarier parts, she put her face into my chest and was soon gripping my left thigh with her right hand. Her demeanor caught me totally off guard because I was so used to her as an authority figure—confident and secure. Now, she was acting like a scared girl at a drive-in. Despite trying to keep it down, my cock began to rise in my jeans.

As the movie came to its concluding scenes, I couldn't help but notice the clock on her wall reading 11:45 and began to start wondering where this was all leading. She pulled a blanket from the back of the loveseat and without asking, began spreading it out over both of us. She then brought her legs and draped them over my lap. During a lull in the movie, I noticed that her right hand now rested on the tent in my jeans. We both acted like nothing had changed, but my mind was racing as was my blood.

I took this as an invitation and brought my right hand under the blanket and began running my hands up and down her lower legs while rubbing my left hand along her back. I used my left arm to pull her in closer, which allowed my right hand to begin rubbing her upper thighs. At first, I lightly dragged my fingers upon the skin, and then began massaging them. Minutes later, I was openly rubbing the insides of Carol's soft thighs. I could feel her breathing increase against me so I knew that my movements were having an effect.

Not to be outdone, Carol deftly opened my jeans and placed her right hand inside them, stroking my cock through my boxer briefs. All the while, she innocently continued watching the movie. As the movie ended though, she didn't stop to talk, but instead started nibbling on my left earlobe.

My left hand moved up to the back of her head and pulled her mouth to mine as we began a deep wet kiss. She moved her hand and soon had my jeans completely open, t-shirt pushed up and cock exposed. The heat was getting unbearable, so I threw off the blanket covering us.

My right hand now moved toward the prize between Carol's legs as I turned toward her and leaned in. "Oh, Paul," she moaned between our kisses. My left hand went under her shirt and began to caress her right breast. I couldn't believe I was actually feeling Mrs. Hannah's breast. Carol arched her back and exposed her neck to me, which I began to devour with licks and light sucks. I used my arm to push her shirt up and exposed the breast I was feeling. I then moved my mouth to her nipple. I nibbled and sucked until it stood erect. Her breathing turned into soft moans.

Instead of going straight for Carol's pussy, I dragged the back of my hand against her mound, feeling her moist reaction registered on the small amount of cloth covering it. She responded with a quick inhalation and began biting her bottom lip. I then put my fingertips below the waistband of her shorts and then further under the waistband of her now moist panties. As I continued the assault my mouth was making against Carol's breasts and neck, I ran my hand around her back to run it under her panties to caress her ass. I was elated when I found that her panties were thongs, giving me easy access to her exposed ass cheeks which I readily squeezed and rubbed. I dared to push my fingertips under her further between her legs noting the increased heat from her moist pussy. The challenge of pushing my hand under her seated ass to get to her womanhood was not worth the effort I thought. Consequently, I brought my hand around to her front, relishing the feeling of the moist hair on her mons. I then pushed my hand down, letting my middle finger slide along her slit making sure that I rubbed her clit on the downstroke. I knew then that I was going to fuck my childhood crush, my favorite teacher, Mrs. Hannah.

Then, right as I curled my middle finger entering Carol's moist pussy, she sat up and pulled away from me. "What in the hell...," I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry Paul. I can't do this. As much as I want this, I have to slow things down," Carol stated emotionally.

"Yeah, Carol. I understand," I lied. 

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I really want this and I was feeling so good, but I essentially just met you. I mean, the last time I saw you, you were my student, and," she paused as if she were looking for the right words to say.

"Carol, it's really alright. Take as long as you like. I mean, you have my number and you certainly know where I live," I said trying to sound understanding, though my throbbing exposed cock looked like it was angry at the stop in action.

I looked at Carol who was now sitting indian-style on the couch, her shorts barely covering my previous target and her shirt now back to covering her entire torso. Carol looked me square in the eyes. "Paul, I really enjoyed tonight. I want to do it again very soon. I don't want you to be angry if I postpone us, uh, you know, to a later time." Carol seemed to be counseling me.

The devil on my shoulder was screaming, "I can't fucking believe you woman! This sucks so bad!" The angel on my other should was saying, "Yeah, this is a bit fucked up, but if you want a later opportunity, you better be cool." I went with the angel.

"Carol, like I said, it's fine," I consoled her. "I'll just wait 'til we get together again."


New Neighbor



"Damn it Paul, you are so sweet," she said. She then leaned toward me and gave me a kiss on my left cheek and put her left hand on my right cheek. She lingered there for a second as if pondering her next move. Then she whispered, "I can't let you go home without a reward for being so understanding."

Talk about mixed signals. Carol's right hand dropped to my still-throbbing, engorged cock that was still exposed from earlier and began to expertly stroke it. Her other hand then pushed my upper body back against the couch as she stood up between my legs. She bent over and started nibbling on my neck. I slouched in the seat, bringing my ass closer to the edge.

In what felt like a split second, Carol knelt to the floor between my knees and pulled my pants and underwear down to my feet. Still stroking my cock, she began to kiss and rub my thighs, positioning them for her maximum access. She paused for another second and sat back on her haunches. She then provided me a mental image I will never lose. She pulled her shirt over her head and exposed her gorgeous breasts to me. The C cups were damn near perfect with hard and extended quarter-sized brown areolas. I had seen one earlier during our petting session, but this was the view I really wanted.

"Goodness you're beautiful," I said to her in awe. Between she and I was my six and a half inches of proof standing in appreciation.

She flipped her hair after throwing her shirt to the side and asked, "Oh yeah? You really think so?"

I quipped in return, "Yeah, but only for the last twelve years."

With that, she reached her right hand out and wrapped it around the base of my cock and began stroking it. She stared up into my eyes for a few seconds while continuing her up and down movements with her hand. Her gaze then went to the head of my cock, now with a little clear bubble of precum at its hole. I inhaled a deep breath as she then leaned forward and stuck her tongue out and playfully licked the underside of my head, trailing upward until the tip of her tongue found the precum. Then, to my amazement, she lowered her mouth over the tip of my cock and started to suck just that, as if she was sucking the ice cream off the top of a cone. Her hand gently pushed and pulled in rhythm with her sucking action. Carol's left hand was now under my shirt, first rubbing my chest, then slightly pinching my nipples.

After a couple of minutes of this glorious action, I reached my right hand to the left side of Carol's face as my hips began to rise slightly rise from my seat beyond my control. Carol pushed my hand away, but sensed my desire and began to take more of my cock into her mouth. My cock is no monster, so Carol had no problem getting the entire length into her mouth after a few tries. In no time, I felt the tip of my cock at the back of her throat. Carol's left hand then moved around to my ass and started to actually pull my hips into her face until the base of my cock was pushing against her red glossy lips.

This was becoming too much for me. I started to feel my balls tighten. My breathing was quickening. Carol was now pulling my cock into her mouth by lifting my ass off the chair. I, of course was helping by thrusting my hips forward. "Ah shit Carol. That feels so damned good," I moaned aloud.

Carol now pushed one of her hands under the waistband of her shorts and began playing with herself. Seeing this pushed me to the absolute edge.

"I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum," I started repeating to warn her of my impending eruption. Carol then pulled her hand out of her shorts and started stroking my cock with it after pulling her mouth off my cock. Her other hand began to expertly massage my balls. Carol's eyes grew large when the first spurts of my cum started gushing from the tip of my cock like a geyser. The fluid came splashing back down, pooling at the top of her hand, which was now making long, fast strokes along the entire length of my shaft. The extra lube made my cock a slimy mess, but I hardly cared and seemingly, neither did she. The smile on her face was evidence to that.

I shook and bucked at one of my hardest orgasms ever. Once I calmed down a certain degree, Carol leaned forward and pushed her mouth against mine while letting her tongue probe my mouth. I put my hands on her breasts as we kissed. She used her clean hand to push them away.

She smiled as she said, "Next time maybe." She then stood up, grabbed her shirt and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I sat there stunned at tonight's confusing, but utterly satisfying turn of events. I also needed time to catch my breath. I walked into the kitchen and wetted a paper towel and cleaned myself up and began putting my clothes back on.

Carol came back out of the bathroom and wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed. "Thank you for being so understanding of my feelings," she said as she placed her head against my chest.

"As you can imagine, I will never have a problem being understanding," I joked.

She laughed as I took her hand and began walking towards the door. I was attempting to take control of the situation back from her. I looked back and was amazed at how gorgeous she looked. She was in her mid-thirties, but her tight t-shirt, short shorts and exposed legs made her look like a college student as she trailed me barefoot, holding my hand, to the door.

"I'll give you a call," I more asked than said.

"I'd like that," she responded sweetly. I noted the response sounded so strange coming from my former authority figure. I then leaned over to kiss her with my hands on her hips. She put both hands to my face and kissed me passionately. I then opened the door and left amid a few more waves goodbye.

My watch read just after midnight and I had just had one of the, if not the best night of my life. I damn near fucked my childhood dream woman, but settled for the best blowjob of my life. I walked slowly considering my stroke of luck. The two minute stroll to my new apartment allowed me to take account of what was becoming a pretty nice little existence. I smiled so hard it hurt. For the first time in weeks, I was completely happy.

The feeling subsided when I saw her car parked on my driveway in front of my townhouse's garage. Standing against her car, facing away from me, was Sherry. I looked down at my cell phone which I had silenced on my date. It had twelve missed calls, ten from Sherry.

"What do you want Sherry," I asked startling her.

"I told you I was going to come get my stuff," she responded a bit tersely.

"You can't call to give me a day or two's notice," I asked feeling my adrenaline start to flow.

"I'm sorry, but I've been calling for four hours now," she responded sharply. "I drove all this way. Can I get my shit now," she continued, her voice starting to rise in volume.

I was about to blow up and start yelling at her then remembered that I was standing in the driveway of my nice new neighborhood. My new neighbors wouldn't appreciate the peace being disturbed I was sure. "Alright, let's take this inside," I said, sounding the way I felt—angry but beaten down.

We walked into the apartment and Sherry began looking around like she owned the place. She took off her jacket and threw it over my leather chair and plopped down like she was at home.

"What are you doing Sherry? Please, get your stuff and go," I almost pleaded wanting to be rid of her. She was ruining my fantastic night.

"Damn it Paul. I drove for two hours and have been waiting for another two. The least you can do is be a little courteous," she said, on the brink of yelling at me.

"Alright, alright. Can I get you something to drink before you get your shit and leave," I sighed as I rubbed my eyes exasperated.

"Why do you have to be like this Paulie," she said as she looked at me like I had kicked her kitten.

I finally couldn't take it anymore. I sharpened my response, wrapped it in a ton of sarcasm, and let it rip—"Uh, I don't know. Maybe it's because I found out that my fiancé who I was going to spend the rest of my life with is a whore. You think that might be it Sherry?"

If looks could kill. Sherry stared at me like she was going to attack me. Seemingly in the same instant, though, her face softened and began to become disfigured. She began to sob softly at first, and then just burst into tears. She put both hands over her face and started to shake. She said through her sobs and sputtered breathing, "Stop being like that! I don't want you to hate me Paulie. I'm sorry I hurt you. I still need you in my life."

Seeing her cry made me feel like absolute shit. I was about to cave again, but my rage wouldn't let me. I controlled it enough to continue though. I took a deep breath and said, "Sherry, I'm going to shower and go to bed. I've had one of the best days of my life and I'm not going to let you ruin it. I trust that you know what is yours and what is mine, so get your stuff and leave. Please lock the door on your way out." I then walked past her into my bedroom. I heard her behind me begin to cry openly...and loudly.

I took a long shower, trying to forget the fact that the object of my last few week's rage was rummaging around in my house. I didn't care. I just wanted her out of my life perhaps now more than ever. I finished my shower, put on some briefs and crawled into bed, trying to ignore the sound of Sherry opening and closing drawers and cabinets and the sound of my front door opening and closing as she took things out to her car. It all took about twenty minutes as I tried without success to sleep. Then, her phone rang. Though muffled, I heard her conversation.

"Hello? Yeah, I'm here. It's fine. He went to bed. I'm just finishing up getting my stuff and am going to head to a hotel for the night. Well, I'm not going to drive two hours now that it's past one in the morning. Of course. I'll call you tomorrow morning Stephen. Yeah, you too," her part of the conversation ended.

"So, Stephen is the dickhead's name," I thought to myself and squeezed my eyes shut to force my sleep.

Two minutes later, light poured into my room when its door opened. I continued to act like I was asleep. My back was towards Sherry as she entered the room, so I don't know what she was up to. I imagined she was either there to kill me or to rummage through the bedroom for more of her stuff. I turned and started to tell her, "If you're looking for any of your shit..."

I was stunned by the shifting of my queen-sized bed. My turn was completed by Sherry's push on my right shoulder which pinned my back to the mattress. Quickly, Sherry pulled my blanket back, used her right hand to pull down my briefs which released my quickly-hardening cock and straddled my hips. The limited light allowed me to see what I had previously not noted: Sherry was wearing a skirt. She leaned forward and started to plant kisses, licks, and sucks on my neck, pausing only to whisper, "Just shut up and let me have this. I need it."

It became apparent to me that Sherry was not wearing panties when I felt the warm, slick feeling of her slit gliding on the underbelly of my hard cock. When it reached the tip, Sherry plunged her wet pussy down onto me, pushing my cock deep into her. She closed her eyes and flung her head back while using both of her hands to pull up her skirt, showing me my plunging cock entering her dripping pussy. She picked up a rhythm and started to expel small squeaking breaths as she bounced on my dick.

I put my hands on both sides of her skirt and started to pull her onto me. "Oh damn Sherry. What the fuck are you doing? You are such a slut," I whispered as I reached up to grab her small, yet firm breasts.

I saw her wince at the name I called her, but it didn't stop her from fucking me. Her limited reaction intrigued me. I started acting on an idea. "You are such a fucking slut Sherry. You know that," I said through my heavy breathing.

"No, I'm not," she replied between breaths.

Then, angry at her response, I ripped open her blouse and busted the front clasps of her bra. Sherry gasped and looked at my face utterly shocked. My hands locked onto her hips so she couldn't jump off, but I quickly found out that was not her intention anyway. Instead, her pace quickened and she got up on her feet, at first squatting over my plunging cock, and then sitting back more and sliding back and forward on my cock like she was riding on a rail. The top of my cock rubbed her clit on every slide.

"Does Stephen fuck you this good," I asked her even louder. "Does he," I aggressively asked through gritted teeth.

Sherry whimpered her response—"No..." 

I sat up and began sucking and nibbling her nipples. Sherry moaned her approval. I took a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, exposing her neck as I ran my teeth and tongue on her exposed neck. Sherry's heavy breathing and occasional moans turned to pleas—"Fuck me. Fuck me hard Paulie."

I answered her requests by thrusting my hips just as she pushed herself down. I took all my rage toward her and her new boyfriend, my anger at her coming back into my life unannounced, and my frustration at not being able to do this earlier tonight to Carol and plunged it deep into Sherry's wet pussy. My moans crescendoed to open yelling. Our bodies made slapping sounds as they ran into each other. Sherry's body began to shake with the onset of her orgasm. I couldn't hold mine back either. The relief I felt as I yelled out and released my seed deep within her was complete. When I was done, I laid back and Sherry leaned forward, pressing her breasts against my chest. Slowly, we caught our breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything Paulie," she said. She then began to kiss the top of my chest and neck.

"Sherry, you gotta leave. Don't ever come back," I whispered.

I could feel her gaze burning my face which I turned away from hers. Sherry sat up, collected her clothes, and got off the bed. I listened to her as she sniffled quietly and straightened her clothes.

"I'm so confused Paulie. I do know I still love you though," she said as she stood at the doorway to the bedroom.

"Sherry," I then paused to pull in my building rage. "Please, just leave and never come back."

With that, Sherry turned and left my apartment. I hoped for good. Only time will tell. 

In the meantime, I'm going to start exploring my new neighborhood. And my new neighbor: Mrs. Hannah.



New Neighbor



The house next door had been empty for about three months now and I was just getting used to the quiet when I saw the moving van pull into the driveway. I probably should have noticed that the sign in front said sold, but I guess I was too preoccupied with my work. I looked out the window and saw a couple getting out of their car and start directing the movers as they lugged their furniture and things inside. I could only see the backs of them and they were partially obscured by their car. Suddenly, I saw the woman walking toward the backyard and pointing out a small shed in the back where she wanted her potting wheel taken. At that moment I was absolutely riveted.

She had some of the most exquisite features I had ever seen. Her eyes were dark and smoldering and hair that draped across her shoulders like molten chocolate, cascading down her shoulders. It hung in perfectly straight bangs over her eyes, giving her the look that pin up models used to kill for. She was wearing a royal blue sundress that stopped just past her knees showing off her firm and toned calves. My eyes dragged up her body, past a beautifully curved pair of hips that could only be hinted at under the loose fabric. Suddenly, my gaze froze on the most perfectly luscious pair of breasts I had ever seen in my life. Every movement she made caused them to shudder and shift so full and soft were they. The sundress did little to hide her intoxicating cleavage, but instead served to amplify it and place it on display for any who might look. Her hair draped across one of her breasts as she walked, and she raised a hand to carelessly push it aside, the golden wedding band catching the sunlight and glittering next to the diamond she wore next to it. 

As much as I struggled not to, I couldn't help but ogle this intoxicating creature from my window, and was thankful for the fact that it would be nearly impossible for anyone to see that my eyes were locked onto this vision. I could feel my desire for her growing, even though I knew it was impossible. She was married after all, and that just couldn't happen. She would have to remain a fantasy and I resigned myself to that fact and turned back to my desk to finish my drafting and rewrites for tomorrow. I would occasionally steal glances out the window, but I didn't see any more of her, just the movers going back and forth to the truck until they finished and drove off.

I had managed to push thoughts of her from my mind over the next week when a heat wave hit and the whole town began sweltering. The heat made my mind wander and I daydreamed as I looked out the window. I looked down and saw her come out of the house alone and lay a towel down on the patio. She was wearing a black sundress, much like the blue one that she wore when she first caught my eye. Although the glittering diamond told me she was off limits, I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she slipped the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and let the sundress puddle at her feet.

Underneath she was wearing a turquoise bikini and the sight caused any desire I felt before to explode into full throated arousal. No longer were her exquisitely curved hips hidden and I could seen a figure that could only be described as hourglassesque. The tiny bikini bottoms hugged her firm little ass and her legs betrayed a power that I longed to have squeezing around me in the throes of passion. I almost drooled as I brought my eyes up to gaze at her full intoxicating breasts. Her top was squeezing them together, leaving no space between them. The heat had already caused a sheen of sweat on her skin and her whole body seemed like a ripe and luscious piece of fruit, aching for its succulence to be enjoyed. 

Then, without any warning, she looked around to ensure nobody was watching, and proceeded to slip off the top of her bikini. She then reached for a bottle of sunscreen and squeezed some into her hand. I couldn't look away as I watched her rub the thick white lotion into her skin, leaning forward to cover her legs, her breasts hanging heavy and pendulous. She then rubbed the lotion over the taut skin of her stomach and up into the breasts I was now aching to caress and fondle. She covered her breasts in sunscreen and began to almost playfully rub it in. Her rings glittering in the sunlight as she squeezed and massaged her tits, then suddenly pinching her nipples ever so slightly, making her bite her lip, knowing full well that her dark sunglasses hid the look of sexual desire that was now flashing in her eyes. 

By this point I was beside myself with lust. I knew I had to get myself under control. She had no idea who I was and would most certainly not appreciate that I was watching her sunbathe topless and sexually pleasure herself. And yet, I couldn't help but long to feel her skin, to hear her moan in ecstasy. No matter how hot it was outside, I knew that it had just gotten much hotter in here. I hurried down to the kitchen for a cold glass of water to try and get a hold of myself so I didn't do anything stupid. By the time I returned, she had lain down on her stomach and was paging through a fashion magazine and I figured that was for the best.

The next week I was going through my mail and noticed that some of my new neighbor's magazine had been delivered to the wrong house. I looked at the label and saw that her name was Nikki. "At least I know what I should be screaming out if I ever get the chance," I joked silently to myself. I was about to walk out the door when I heard the car next door start up and drive away. I figured they had gone out for dinner and I'd just leave it on their porch. As I was walking out, I saw Nikki walking out the back door in a pair of overalls that were caked with clay and a tiny white tank top. I jogged out my front door and hurried to catch up to her.

"Excuse me! I think this got delivered to my house by accident!" I stopped in front of her and used every ounce of self-restraint I had not to gaze down at those magnificent breasts as I spoke to her. She smiled up at me and I could feel myself getting lost in those smoldering eyes. She reached up and pushed a stray hair back showing the diamond again which helped to restrain me, but was now beginning to make me long for her even more.

"Thank you very much. Looks like you're finally repaying me for your show." She smiled at me with a knowing look and I turned the deepest shade of red I could imagine. My heart was absolutely pounding and I couldn't even manage to stammer a response. "I wish you hadn't left the window though. I was planning to show a little more than just my tits." 

My cock felt like it was going to explode. I couldn't even attempt to hide it now and I just kept staring with my mouth wide open. She ran her fingernail over her cleavage and I couldn't help but look. She pulled the neckline of her top down and only just barely kept her nipples covered, although it was absolutely clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. She handed me a bag of clay and motioned to me to follow her out to the potting shed. I eagerly fell in line behind her and had no idea what to expect.

She shut the door behind us and she looked me up and down. Her gaze stopped and I could tell she was staring directly at my cock. The attention made me throb and pulse and every movement could be seen through the khaki pants I was wearing. "I thought I should bring you back here since my husband has no idea what I'm up to. This is the only place he never comes. Frankly, he never cums inside either, but that's just because he seems to have lost interest in sex. That's something I'm sure you're not at all familiar with." She licked her lips and eyed me like a piece of meat. 

It was clear now that her being married wasn't going to be a problem at all and the lust that I had been holding back seemed to erupt out of me. I crossed the shed in two steps, dropping the clay at my feet, and pulled her into my arms, kissing her with a mad passion that can only be caused by giving in to forbidden desire. Our tongues swirled and danced around each other as I felt her grind against my swollen cock. I pushed against her until the small of her back was against a sturdy table and let my hands begin to explore the body my eyes had already mapped to the smallest detail. Her skin felt smooth and supple under my fingertips as I slipped them under the overalls. She started nibbling on my bottom lip as she moved her hands to unhook the loose denim and let it fall to the ground. She wore not panties underneath and her pussy was exquisite and dripping wet. 

Unable to control myself, I practically tore the tank top in two, her full tits bouncing and swaying from the exertion. I quickly leaned over and began to suck and nibble on her nipples, her flesh tasting even sweeter than I had imagined. She moaned loudly now and grabbed the back of my head, pressing me against her chest, urging me on to suck and nibble harder. My teeth practically chattered over her sensitive nub, both of our bodies shaking with desire. She reached down and undid my belt as I kept my lips firmly pressed to her breast, my tongue rasping over her nipple as she shoved my pants and briefs to the ground. 

My shaft sprang out, glistening with precum, and she pushed me back to give her room to kneel down in front of me. With a salacious eagerness she swallowed my full length in one gulp, her eyes betraying a desire that I could tell had been building within her for far too long. She moaned and mewed around my cock, her tongue dragging over me again and again as I almost passed out in ecstasy. Unable to control myself, I began to thrust forward, practically fucking her mouth. I could feel the head of my cock grazing the back of her throat as I continued to swell, precum flowing out like a river. She sucked louder now, causing me to moan and scream out her name. I was certain that if anyone was walking by they would no doubt hear exactly what was going on. I could feel myself getting close to cumming, and she realized it too as she quickly stood up and kissed me hard, her tongue the saltiness of my shaft to me. She then turned around and leaned over the table, presenting her glistening pussy to me as an invitation.

Without another word being spoken, I moved forward and guided the head of my cock to her swollen lips. I dragged the head up and down her lips, pushing it against her clit, enjoying the moans and whimpers it elicited, knowing she was aching for this as much as I was. Then I started pushing my shaft in, inch by inch, feeling her impossibly tight pussy clench around me as I pushed myself in to the hilt. She pushed back against me to make sure she had every last bit of my cock buried in her to the hilt. I then grabbed her hips and began to slowly slide in and out. 

I reveled in the warm velvet caress of her pussy, feeling her muscles clench around me. Moaning loudly, I reached forward and fondled and groped the tits I had only dreamt of feeling before as she matched every thrust I made. Soon I couldn't help myself and began to thrust harder and faster, fucking her senseless from behind as the table shook and vibrated. She began to scream and I could feel her pussy beginning to tremble. I pounded into her tight pussy with abandon, feeling her pussy clench, milking the cum out of me. I looked over and saw her rings glittering, her fingers white from grabbing the table hard as I fucked her senseless. All at once I lost it, jamming my cock in to the hilt and letting an orgasm tear through me. Hot sticky cum shot into her over and over as my cock spasmed and bucked in her soaking wet pussy. I held on for dear life as she continued to milk me, a second orgasm making her shudder as it passed through her. Finally, she leaned against the table, spent, and I sat down on a chair, trying to catch my breath.

She turned around and smiled, a look of satisfaction on her face as she licked her lips and looked me over. I looked back at her saying, "I don't think we've been properly introduced. My name is...."

She held her finger to my lips and silenced me. "There's time enough for names later. For now, just tell me that you'll fuck me again and let the rest be a secret." I silently nodded and realized that I was going to like having a neighbor again.



New Neighbor



I had noticed many couples attending the open house across the street as I recoated my driveway with asphalt, but there was one young woman in particular who had stood out among all the others. She did not introduce herself as she approached me after she had looked over the house on her own, and she did not ask for my name; instead she complimented me on my black topping skills and asked me a few questions about the neighborhood. "It's an older neighborhood," I had explained to the tall, curvaceous, redhead with incredibly pale skin whom I guessed to be in her mid-twenties, "if you're looking to start a family here, your children won't have too many others to play with." She had been smiling—I noted the cute dimples in her freckled cheeks—but my remark about children caused her to frown as she looked me over for a moment. She glanced me up and down, using full head movement without shame as she kept her eyes hidden behind large reflective aviator sunglasses.

"Starting a family is nowhere in my list of priorities," she mentioned casually, "I rather like the idea that not many children will be around either. I appreciate the peace and quiet allotted by the lack of them." She immediately struck me as strange; I had thought all women wanted a family of their own, but of course, I had been jaded by my own experiences. I had been married once, and divorced once. My wife wanted a large house in the suburbs, and so I bought her one. She wanted to fill that house with our children, but that, even with the current advances in science and medicine, I could not provide for her. We had discussed the idea of a sperm donor, but I did not care of the idea knowing deep down that the result would not be my actual offspring. When I reached the conclusion that there must be some divine reason for our not reproducing, some purpose for it, she began having affairs with other men until one of them was successful in giving her what she craved for so desperately.

I have been divorced probably almost as long as the young woman standing before me was old, and though I had dated on occasion, I have been unsuccessful in finding a woman to whom I would want to try to dedicate myself too again, and lived alone. I had thought as I aged, that I might find a post-menopausal woman my own age, or a widow, or some rubbish along those lines, but I never conceived of the idea that an attractive, young woman in her twenties would ever carry the mentally I had been searching for. I had wished her luck in her house hunting, and offered my assistance if she did decide to move-in across the street, and ever needed any male assistance with moving furniture or any renovations in the house. She had laughed at my offer, but thanked me for it as she walked back to her car leaving me thoroughly confused by the whole encounter.

I had not seen any moving vans, or any signs that the house across the street had even been sold until I came home from work late one night, and noticed lights on in the house a few weeks later. There were no cars in the driveway, so I concluded any cars must be parked in the garage as I thought to walk across the street to introduce myself expecting one of the many faceless couples whom had visited the house over the course of the past several months. I went inside to my house and changed out of my business attire as I thought about the contents of my kitchen and tried to think of if I had anything to offer the couple while I introduced myself. I walked into my kitchen pulling an old band t-shirt from the eighties over my muscular arms and chest. 

I never felt any need to work out; I was constantly working around my house, and helping neighbors with their own projects that I had naturally produced a well toned physic that I was content with. I had always felt a man at my age, with my mostly salt than salt and peppered appearance, with overly large muscles would just look oxymoronic anyway. I found a twelve pack of a lager produced by a local brewery in my fridge and thought it would at least provide a decent start for a conversation with the husband of the new couple; maybe he would be interested in knowing about all of the local micro-breweries in the area. I walked over to the house across the street, noticing the faint humming of rock music becoming progressively louder as I approached the house: my kind of people. I strained to listen for the band as I rang the bell and waited for the new owners to answer, but the music was not recognizable to me which surprised me as I had thought myself a connoisseur of the subject.

When the door opened, I was pleasantly surprised to see the tall, redhead whom had made such an impression on me standing before me in a ratty, painted t-shirt of a nineties shock rocker I at least recognized by face, and incredibly short boxer shorts. She smiled broadly as she was watched me look her over caught off guard by her attire, and she teased me for it. "Did you come to check on what I've been up too?" She asked in a sweetly deep, seductive voice as she rolled her shoulders back for me. I forced myself to look at her face instead as I cleared my throat, but as I looked into her gorgeous icy blue eyes, I lost my breath. "Come on in." She shrugged as she turned from me, and started to walk into the house. I could tell she was adding an extra swing to her steps as I watched her wide hips gracefully sway in her high cut shorts which exposed her wonderfully thick thighs, and just a peak of pale flesh from her voluptuous cheeks. My mouth dried as it fell open against my will as I slowly followed after her, hypnotized by her walk, but she snapped me back to reality as she stopped in a doorway to show me her current project. "The bathroom was straight out of the seventies," she smirked as she turned to look me up and down without shame, "I even found an old magazine in the wall dated 1974. What do you think of my upgrade?" She asked sweetly turning back to the room, and I took a deep breath to calm myself as I looked over her shoulder into the room she stood in front of.

I had to stop myself as I realized she was a perfect height for me—I was taller then her by several inches, but her legs were so long, that her backside lined up perfectly to my hips—and I tried to focus on the music playing to clear my mind as I remembered that with how much shorter my ex-wife was than myself, that bending her over in certain positions during sex had been awkward without the use of props or supports. I looked about the room noting all of the fresh taping on the new drywall, and nodded over the new tile work trying desperately to push thoughts of how beautiful the young woman in front of me would look if she was bent over for me. "You have quite the talent for tile work," I tried to keep my voice firm and confident as she turned her head over her shoulder at me and leaned back toward me, "but you won't be able to use that shower while you're working on it like that."

"I'm aware." She shrugged, and I turned my face to look at her forcing myself to take deep, slow breaths to keep myself calm as I looked into her gorgeous pale eyes. We stood like that for a moment before I noticed a change in her eyes, and I realized that this little girl standing in front of me—whom was probably younger than my t-shirt I was wearing—had a naughty side to her, and whatever she had just thought, she could not hide it from her eyes. I caught myself smiling mischievously as I tried to guess what her thought had been, and I quickly swallowed hard, cleared the smirk from my face, and took a step back away from her sure whatever I thought I saw had been some projected fantasy of mine and not reality. She lowered her head for a moment as she frowned, and I wondered to myself if there really had been a naughty little look in those gorgeous eyes, and if she perceived that I had just rejected her unintentionally.

"Do you have another shower in the house?" I asked quickly searching to stay on topic, and she shook her head.

"It's just me," she shrugged as she turned to face me having recovered from my moving away from her, "there's no need for so many extra rooms when it's just one person living here."

"No boyfriend?" I asked her thoroughly surprised, and she laughed at me as she pointed to the case of beer in my hand that I had completely forgotten about.

"Do you just carry that around for fun?" She teased me lightly, and I laughed with her as she nodded back to her kitchen. She led the way, and I followed, putting the case down on a counter. She gently brushed herself against the front of me, leaning over the counter to grab one of the bottles, and I felt myself respond. I took several more deep breaths to calm myself as she read the packaging, and grateful for the distraction, I quickly began a long rant about all of the local breweries, and how I liked to travel to them on my weekends off. She purposefully brushed herself against me again as she straightened herself, grabbed a bottle opener out of one of the many boxes scattered around the kitchen, and handed it to me. I smiled for her as I opened a bottle each for both of us, and found my smile widen as she nodded in approval after taking a few sips from her beer. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you whom had moved in, and I should have asked about the beer first." I started to chastise myself, but she laughed at me before she continued to drink her beer with a small smirk.

"I like lagers," she shrugged, "though I prefer an I.P.A. or a very dark stout...if you were wondering for next time." I found myself laughing at my shock as I shook my head. "I like a really strong, hoppy flavor...so no pilsners...or hefeweizen."

"The lady knows her beers." I laughed, and she nodded. "So tell me then," I teased her as I moved to the other side of the counter and leaned forward over it, resting my arms on the counter as I watched her, "how it is that such a beautiful young woman, knowledgeable in both the art of tiling and beer, is single?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "How is such an attractive older gentleman, with very good tastes in music I might add," she nodded at my t-shirt making me smile again that she had noticed, "whom is so eager to assist his neighbors, living in such a big house by himself?"

"I asked you first." I breathed calmly, and she nodded as she leaned over the counter opposite of me.

"Men my age don't find me attractive." She sighed causing me to make a sort of snorting noise, as I obviously disagreed with her. "Men my age are looking for some stick figure mindless princess whom follows orders without question. Thanks to a certain smutty novel, and now the movie adaptation of said novel, guys my age seem to think they all should act like smug, dominating, assholes to be attractive themselves. I guess I make them realize that they would actually have to work harder to impress me, and it makes them feel emasculated on some level." I thought about her admission for a moment before a wide smile found its way to my face.

"You're not like a dominatrix, or anything, are you?" I teased her lightly before taking another sip of my beer, and she laughed causing those cute dimples of hers to deepen as her eyes shown with her amusement at my question.

"Obviously," she whispered with a wink, and a bright smile pointing into the empty room behind me, "what do you think?" She asked playfully and I turned to look at the empty space. "When they arrive, what if I put the Catherine Wheel there, while placing the rack against that far wall there, and the swing...maybe in the corner here?" I laughed with her as I turned back to watch the playful way she pointed around the room.

"Bit of a smart-ass there, aren't you?" She smirked as she nodded. "Obviously," I joked back to her, "the swing should be in the opposite corner."

"By the window?" She pretended to gasp in shock, and I nodded as I felt myself respond again as she confidently discussed such items without blushing. I mused over the idea of her actually owning such items, or maybe owning some smaller toys she had not yet listed, and I suddenly wondered what she was like in bed. "Naughty." She purred as her eyes narrowed while she stared intently at me. That did it; I sprang completely to life, my firm erection pressing painfully against the restricting fabric of my jeans. I cleared my throat again thankful that I was already leaning against the counter opposite from her, but she smiled at me as if to acknowledge that she knew she had just thoroughly turned me on. "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" She teased me, almost growling the words at me as if daring me to straighten myself to show her what she had done to me. "It's of moderate size; it won't take long."

I tried to play it cool, and shrugged as I shook my head. I forced myself to breathe deeply as I continued to drink my beer trying not to give her any more ammo to continue to toy with me. If this girl was not young enough to be my daughter, she must have been close enough, and though that thought did nothing to alleviate my situation, I tried to use it as an excuse as to why I should keep myself in check. "It's getting kind of late," I pretended to check my watch, but I couldn't focus on the face long enough to actually calculate the time, "I didn't come over here with the purpose of intruding."

"Oh," she sighed disappointed at my self restraint, "could I be so bold as to ask for a rather large favor then?" I know the look on my face was one of pure confusion as she asked her question so sweetly, and she smiled at me before she continued. "Seeming how I'm shower-less for a few days, would it be imposing of me to ask if I might borrow yours?"

"Now?" I asked a little too excitedly and she shrugged as she finished her beer. "Sure," I breathed trying to recollect myself, and sensing an escape, "if you want to grab whatever you need, I'll meet you over there when you're ready." She had a large smile as she nodded while she walked off into another room, and I quickly chugged the rest of my beer and left before she could see that I had been unable to calm myself from her relentless teasing. 

The idea that she was coming over to my house to be naked in my shower did not aid in my mission to calm myself in the least, but I forced myself to think of literally everything else that I could to distract myself. I found my briefcase from work, opened it, and started to read through some of the paperwork, sighing in relief that I had tamed myself by the time I heard the soft knock at my front door. I let her in noticing her now bra-less nipples strain against her t-shirt, and I bit my lip hard to focus on the pain I was causing myself instead of her obvious attempts to rile me. I led her to the bathroom upstairs, and showed her how to work the shower; I had one put in a few years prior that had multiple knobs and settings to set off the various water heads on either end of the shower to give a kind of full body water massage, and she nodded impressed as I took pride in the ridiculously complicated features.

"You must really enjoy your showers." She breathed as she set her things down along the sink and I nodded. "Do you enjoy fucking in your shower just as much?" She teased me in that deep growl, and my head snapped in her direction to stare disbelievingly at her reflection as she stared back at me in the mirror. I felt myself panic as my chest heaved unable to take deep breaths, and she smiled wickedly as she pushed herself gracefully back from the counter to press that gloriously round ass against my painful erection. She moaned slightly as she felt my throbbing bulge press back against her. "I thought so." She breathed as she turned her face over her shoulder while she leaned her whole body back against me. I gave up on any thought to calm myself as she slowly moved her hips in tight circles against me causing me to groan as I lowered my face to hers, but then stopped myself as I closed my eyes and gasped from her movements. She stood up on her toes to reach my face, brushing her lips gently across mine. "That would be awfully naughty of you...fucking someone so much younger than you in the shower." I suddenly wanted nothing more, and as my cock twitched against her from her suggestion, she moaned lightly into my mouth. "All those different shower heads...I wonder if one of them is positioned just right to stimulate a lady's clit while she's being fucked.

My head was spinning. "I'm the naughty one?" I gasped in disbelief as she grinded that magnificent ass back against me harder than before while nodding with a broad, wicked smile, continuing to brush her soft lips against mine. "You're the one trying to seduce a much older man, whom you don't even know, talking dirty and teasing him in his house under the false premise of just borrowing his shower."

She giggled at me. "I haven't even begun to talk dirty to you; I just asked if you enjoyed fucking in that ridiculous shower of yours. But if you would prefer for me to talk dirty to you, then you should know that the fact that you haven't touch me yet is driving me absolutely insane." She moaned again as she felt me twitch back against her. "I keep imagining you hands all over my breasts, I love having my nipples pinched and teethed at by the way," she breathed causing me to stop breathing as I tried to process this new information, "I keep imagining you kissing, and teething at the side of my neck; my neck is really sensitive. And the fact that you refuse to touch me, and am making my imagination run off on its own so wildly, is teasing the shit out of me, and I am soaking wet because of it."

"I think I'm in love with your imagination." I choked out without thinking, and she laughed at me.

"Prove it." She mocked me playfully as she ceased all movements of her hips making me groan in desperation for her to continue. Without thinking, I immediately lowered my face against her to begin softly kissing the side of her neck. She moaned deeply arching her back to press her ass harder against my strained bulge. 

Her positive response allowed my hands to work independently of thought, and they quickly found their own way to her large, firm breasts. I kneaded her breasts through her shirt, groaning madly at the size of them; they fit perfectly in my wide hands. My tongue pressed past my lips to taste her soft, young flesh—the perfect mixture of sweet and slightly salty—and consumed by the flavor of her skin, I had not noticed her push my hands away from her to lift her shirt up over her head. I immediately returned to ravaging the side of her neck, alternating between kissing, licking, and gently teething against her flesh as she moaned softly while pressing herself back against me. I watched our reflection as I slowly traced over her wide, but toned, curves gently with my fingertips, smiling to myself as I watched the goose bumps rise across her skin as she began to shake slightly at my touch. She groaned madly as my hands returned to her large, naked breasts. If boys her own age could not appreciate these magnificent curves, then they truly did not deserve the affection of any woman.

"I love to have my nipples played with," she groaned causing me to twitch furiously against her, "be as rough with them as you like." She teased me, and I lost control of my ability to gently tease her for a moment. I bit hard into the top of her shoulder as I pinched both of her nipples hard between my thumbs and forefingers. She let out a small scream, and fearful I might have overstepped her limits, I looked back at her reflection in the mirror, groaning at the look of pure lust staring back at me, watching me intently from her beautiful pale blue eyes. 

"After all that crap you went on about," I whispered across her neck, smiling to myself as I continued to pinch her nipples hard as I massaged around them with my other fingers, "you enjoy having your man be a little aggressive and dominating after all?" One of her hands quickly found their way to the front of my jeans, and she began to massage my painful erection through my pants.




New Neighbor



"Would you prefer for me to take over?" She teased me lightly causing me to stop breathing again as she turned herself in my arms to face me. I groaned as my eyes feasted on those large, full breasts pressed against my chest, and I nodded dumbfounded as her hands began to undo my belt, and then my jeans. She quickly had my pants and boxers worked down to my knees, and her hands around my rock, hard cock. She pulled away from me slightly to look down at my cock as if needing to confirm what she was feeling with her hands was real, and I chuckled as I watched her run her tongue across her lips while she expertly worked her hands up and down my hard shaft.

"Impressed?" I teased her lightly with a growl as I moved one of my hands to under her chin to force her to turn her face back to mine to look at me as my other hand returned to gently caressing her breasts.

"Terrified." She groaned lightly across my lips with a broad smile. Before I could say anything else, she gracefully fell to her knees before me, and wrapped her gorgeous lips around my long, thick cock. I groaned deeply as she began to tease me, sucking the head of my large cock while she ran her tongue in circles around it, as one hand continued to work itself up and down my shaft, while her other hand migrated to massage my balls. I gently placed both of my hands on either side of her head, and she began to slowly work her mouth up and down my throbbing cock, gliding her hand back and forth in sync with her mouth, and never slowing her tongue. I threw my head back and closed my eyes enjoying the sensation for several long minutes as she slowly worked herself further and further down my large, thick cock.

I groaned in disappointment as she pulled her face back away from my cock, and when I lowered my face to watch her, she smiled maliciously as she flicked her tongue across the head of my swollen cock, pressing her tongue deep into my head, while she stared up at me like there was nothing in the world that she could possibly want more than my cock. I smiled as I realized I had an expert tease kneeling before me; she knew I wanted her to keep sucking my cock, and she was making me work for it. My cock twitched wildly in her hand as I felt my balls tighten in her other hand, but I did not need to say anything; she groaned softly as she forced her lips back around my cock, this time taking me completely so that the head of my cock was forced down the back of her throat. "Oh, fuck, baby." I gasped as I felt my cock stretch her throat, her tongue still working against the underside of my shaft, and down the front of my balls still being massage delicately in her hand. 

She worked her mouth up and down a bit forcing my cock to effectively fuck her throat without gagging; my body shook from the pleasure of it. I closed my eyes as my mouth fell open, and my toes curled as I tried to force myself to stay standing still for her. "Did you forget you're playing with an old man?" I groaned as I felt her moan against my throbbing cock, spasming wildly down her throat. "If you keep that up, you are going to make me cum, and then I can't fuck you." Somehow she was able to giggle with my cock down her throat as if she knew better than I did, but she did not ease up on my cock or balls, and I grabbed handfuls of her hair as she made me release the largest load I've had in years down the back of her throat. I cried out from the thrill of it, impressed as she expertly swallowed all of my release without gagging on it, or spilling any from her beautiful mouth.

I had expected her to stop, disappointed, once I shot my load, but she refused to remove her mouth from my cock. I groaned madly as she continued to alternate between teasing my cock with her tongue while she stared up at me in lust, and fucking the back of her own throat as she sucked my cock, keeping it rock hard. I had never felt a woman keep me hard after an orgasm, and I reveled in every sensation which had only been intensified post-orgasm. Unable to stop the muscles in my legs from shaking, I pulled her off my cock by her hair surprised to see her smiling widely. "How the fuck did you do that?" I breathed as I pulled her back to her feet by her hair, and her smile grew as her hands returned to massaging my cock to keep me hard. I pressed my lips hard to hers not caring if I could taste myself or not against her lips, and she giggled at my desperation as she gently sucked my lower lip into her mouth and held it gently between her teeth. I groaned deeply into her mouth before I kissed her hard again and then spun her around to face away from me.

She quickly stripped herself of her shorts as I pulled off my shirt, and stepped out of the pile of clothes that had been wrapped around my ankles. I gently ran my finger tips down the length of her back enjoying watching her twitch at my touch before I grabbed a handful of her hair, and forced her head down in front of her. She moaned as she eagerly bent forward over the sink, placing her forearms against the counter as she stared at my reflection with a broad smile. "You are such a naughty little girl." I teased her as I held tightly to her hair with my one hand, and began to explore her completely shaven pussy, reaching between her thighs from behind her with my other hand. She pushed herself back against me, causing me to chuckle as I watched her gorgeous eyes pled with me. Her skin reddened as my fingertips teased her soft lips, and she groaned loudly as two of my fingers found their way into her excited pussy. She had not lied to me, she was soaking wet, but she did not warn me how tight she was and feeling her muscles try to deny my fingers entry into her pussy caused me to groan with her.

"I don't want your fingers to fuck me," she growled darkly at me staring intently at my reflection in the mirror, and I swallowed hard as I watched her desperate lust emanate from her reflection, "I want that huge cock of yours to fuck me."

The desperation in her voice excited me, and made me bolder then I have ever felt. I pulled my fingers back from her excited pussy, pulled my hand back from her, and smacked her hard across her perfectly round ass. She whimpered slightly as she pushed her ass back against me. "Did you just enjoy that?" I asked half in shock, half in love, and she nodded vigorously.

"Wouldn't you like to feel how much I enjoyed you spanking me?" She teased me seductively, and I found myself laughing unable to process the new high I was feeling. "Get that huge cock in my pussy, and feel for yourself how much I want you to spank me again." 

I quickly moved the head of my cock to her pussy lips from behind her, rubbing my cock back and forth to part them as she moaned in desperation. I moved the head of my cock to her entrance knowing from my exploration with my fingers that I was in for a true treat, but as I worked myself up for the impending pleasure, she surprised me as she slammed her body back against me. She screamed out from the size of me as she forced my whole cock deep inside her wet, over tight pussy. My mouth fell open as I let go of her hair, unthinking as I felt her ass repeatedly slap back against my abs as she began to fuck herself in earnest against my rock hard cock. I placed both of my hands gently on top of her ass, feeling her rock back and forth, and watching her as she quickened the pace, milking every inch of my cock with the inner muscles of her tight pussy. "Holy shit, that feels so fucking good." I breathed overcome with pleasure.

"You think so?" She teased me with a deep groan. "Pull my hair again, and fucking spank me. Then tell me what you feel." I smiled broadly as my hand returned to the back of her head, entwining my fingers in her long red hair into a tight fist, and pulling her hair back hard enough to lift her slightly off of the counter. I felt her inner muscles twitch against me causing my cock to twitch back against her in return, and she moaned. "Oh, I felt that." She gasped between moans, and I bit my lower lip as I lined my other hand up with her ass, and then spanked her once playfully. Her muscles pulsed wildly against my cock as she continued to fuck herself against me. I pulled my hand back away from her, and I felt her thighs begin to tremble. I paused as I watched this gorgeous young woman that I had no right to even fantasize about, fuck herself harder on my cock, rock hard after I had already cum once; heaven. 

I slapped her ass harder than I had any time before, and I felt her muscles clamp down on my cock as she screamed out from the strike. I stared at her in amazement as I felt her tremble once more while I pulled my hand back, spanked her even harder, and felt her muscles push back violently against me as she screamed out for me again. My cock was pulsing just as violently as her own muscles trying to simultaneously force my cock back out of her pussy while she fucked herself even harder against my stiff cock. Unable to take the teasing any longer, I began to thrust back against her trembling muscles. She screamed out for me again as I took over the thrusting completely. I let go of her hair, and moved both of my hands to either of her wide hips—that were again the perfect size for my large hands to grasp—and began to put my full weight behind my thrusting as her screams and moans encouraged me to fuck her harder than I knew I could. I lost track of time; I have no idea how long I had fucked her against the sink watching her scream and tremble in the mirror in front of us, but I knew I had lasted longer in her pussy than with any other woman I had been with before her.

I felt her inner muscles clamp down hard around my thrusting cock, and pulling myself from my daydream, I looked down at her to realize she had moved one of her hands under her body between her legs. "Are you fingering your clit for me, you naughty little girl?" I teased her sweetly loving every new muscle twitch she caused in her own body and the throbbing responses echoed by my cock as she nodded still screaming out too intently to be able to form words. A large smile spread across my sweat soaked face as I realized she was close. "Are you going to cum for me?" I teased and she groaned as she nodded again.

"I am so fucking close." She screamed for me, and I doubled my efforts with a renewed rigor as I continued to slam myself into her savoring the smacking sound of her ass and thighs slapping against my own skin. "Fuck. Don't stop." She began to beg for me as she fingered her clit faster so that I could actually fell her hand movements as I thrusted against her. "I want to cum all over that huge fucking cock. Don't stop, please don't stop. Please, I want to cum so fucking bad." I did not know I could smile so widely, and I almost laughed at myself as I caught a glimpse of my smile in the mirror as my cock throbbed at each word. I had never heard a woman beg like that—playfully, teasing, pretending, sure, but honestly begging for release? I pulled one of my hands away from her and smacked her ass harder still, and she screamed as her hips bucked back against me. I felt her inner muscles gyrate around me as they tightened even further, and she spasmed uncontrollably in my arms as she gasped for breath between her screams. I had never seen or felt anything like it, and the sensation of this gorgeous, young woman, too young for me, honestly cumming on my cock while I fucked her, was too much for me to handle. 

I closed my eyes and cried out as I felt my balls tighten painfully before I emptied another load—that I did not know was even possible—deep inside her wet, tight pussy. I slowed my pace as I doubled over her, stopping myself from collapsing on her twitching, glowing body moaning desperately for me to finish. Each time my cock twitched as it shot another stream of cum, she groaned and spasmed hard against my cock causing me to continue cumming for a longer period of time than ever before. Once our combined orgasms finally subsided, I completely stopped my thrusting, but I kept my spent cock deep inside of her as I pulled her back up to standing against me from the sink counter. I quickly, but gently, grabbed the side of her face and forced her to look at me over her shoulder to press my lips firmly to hers to kiss her desperately. To my surprise, and pleasure, she kissed me back with the same intensity, slipping her tongue into her mouth and running the tip of her tongue in circles against my own tongue before sucking my lower lip into her mouth to bite it gently. She tugged at my lip with her teeth for a moment before she pulled away from me to look at my exhausted expression before she smiled warmly to herself.

"I'm going to be honest," she breathed as she watched me try to focus on her eyes, "I wasn't listening earlier. How the fuck do you turn your stupid shower on?"

I laughed as I watched her smile up at me. "I'll get it. While we're being honest though...I'm Gary. I have no idea if I told you that yet." I was thankful that she laughed with me instead of reprimanding me as she shook her head.

"Violet." She sighed, content, and I decided to press my luck.

"Pleasure to meet you, Violet," I teased her and she giggled, "may I just say welcome to the neighborhood, and I think that I'm in love with you."

She laughed at me. "Fuck, Gary, don't do that. I was just starting to like you." She breathed, but she smiled broadly as she felt my flaccid cock give a small twitch inside of her when she said my name. "Would you like to join me for that shower?" She teased me.

"Sure, but that's going to have to be a very long shower if you think you're gearing up for round two." I laughed more at myself than her, but her smile did not falter as she shook her head at me again. "It's been a very long time since I've had such an amazing fuck."

"You haven't figured it out yet, have you?" She breathed, and I watched her confused as she continued to tease me. "Age has nothing to do with it. If I want you hard, I am going to make you hard, and keep you that way, for however long I fucking want you to be."

"And I'm not allowed to profess my love for you?" I asked her jokingly, and she laughed again.

"Get your sexy, older ass in the shower, Gary." She growled at me with a broad smile, and I pulled her close to me to kiss her again. "I want to test my earlier question about water jet placement."

"Yes, Ma'am." I breathed without thinking, and her smile softened into one that seemed almost loving as she reached for me to kiss me again.