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Friendly Neighbor

By: Amberslut



Sometimes I forget to watch what I am wearing (or not wearing) when walking by open windows. I hate clothing, and especially in the confines of my own home I strip the moment I walk in the door. My husband loves it, as I am a short, have 42 F cup breasts, and have huge blue eyes and red hair. Usually I remember to shut the blinds, but my husband forgets, and in the summer heat, the breeze is necessary. 

I was sitting near a window reading one evening, when I thought I heard an odd sound outside. I pushed my chair back, causing a loud scraping noise, to look outside, but I saw nothing. I sat back down to read, and this time I definitely heard something. It made me nervous, because my husband was out for the night. The noises got louder, and I could now clearly make out the sound of a man moaning in the throes of passion. I assumed that it is one of my neighbors getting friendly with their spouse, and tried to ignore it.

As the sounds got louder, I felt my stomach clench, and I could feel my pussy begin to grow wet. At that moment I looked up and saw some movement outside the window. There was a man standing out there, looking at me and slowly stroking his cock. I was shocked, and a bit scared. Though I could not help but get more wet and excited, as he was very well endowed. At that moment his eyes met mine, and I was surprised to note that he was actually quite attractive. Not necessarily GQ or Calvin Clein model material, but the rugged, long-haired muscular variety. I always thought it was only teenage boys and creepy men who would do such things. 

He froze when he realized I was watching him, I think he was afraid I would scream or call the police. I myself was not sure what I was going to do. On one hand, I was scared, and it is pretty creepy to stand in a window masturbating; on the other hand, he was attractive, and his moaning had made me really horny. My libido got the better of me, looking him in the eye; I slowly trailed my fingers from my lips to my hard nipples pinching them. My other hand wandered equally slowly to my pussy, and I drop my other hand as well, so I could hold it open, to make sure my mystery man can see exactly what I am doing. I began to circle my finger slowly and teasingly around my clit, my pussy shining with my juices. 

His eyes followed every movement of my hand; his cock grew larger with his excitement. He began stroking it again, letting loose the occasional moan. I licked my lips as I watched his head bob up and down, curious as to what it would taste like, debating if I should find out, and also wondering if I could get away with it before my husband came home and caught us.

I stood up and went to the window, turning the chair so I could sit right there. I propped my legs on either side of the window and resumed teasing my clit, softly whimpering as my body strained for release. His moans grew louder in response, alternating with gasps as he grew closer to his own orgasm. Finally with a sharp cry, he climaxed, thick streams of semen coating his hand. The sight pushed me over the edge and my own orgasm followed quickly after. We stood there catching our breath as we recovered from our exertions.

Finally he spoke to me, ribs still heaving as he gasps out a sentence. He told me that he was surprised that I didn't cause a fuss. I had no idea why I didn't either. He introduced himself and explained that he had just moved in next door, and as he walked home, he caught site of me, and lost control of his own reaction. I could tell he was really embarrassed, and asked if he was more embarrassed about getting caught, or just the fact that he did something like that in the first place. 

We got to talking a bit, after I invited him in to clean up. I was pleasantly surprised to find that he was a transfer student to my college and in the history department no less. I told him I was also a history major and we began talking about our favorite periods. His speech stumbled at times, and I look over to see him staring at my still nude body. I gazed downward, and saw the tell tale bulge in his pants. I was having my own problems, as masturbation has never been really satisfying for me. 

I bit my lip as my desire intensified, and he caught the movement. He leaned forward and startled me by shyly brushing his lips across mine. When I gasped, he gently slipped his tongue inside my mouth. All of this is very tentative, as he is unsure of my response would be. I couldn't help myself; I whimpered and returned the kiss passionately. Encouraged, he firmly grasped my hair and made the kiss a lot more aggressive. 

He pulls me up into his lap and I began to writhe against him, tugging urgently at his zipper to gain access to his engorged member. It is even larger at close range, and I began to lightly caress it with my finger tips. He roughly pushed me backwards, and latched onto my nipple with his teeth and lips, as his hands eagerly sought my wet core. 

I nearly screamed as I felt him glide a few fingers in, and begin pumping them urgently. It felt so good, and yet so wrong, that I could not help screaming, as I reached climax in a remarkably short period of time. He met my eyes and told me how much he loved the sounds I made. He then kissed his way down my body, burying his face in my wet pussy. He kept pumping his fingers while his tongue danced teasingly over my clit. After a few more orgasms, he pulled me up and ordered me on my knees. 

Knowing what was coming, I started worrying about my husband arriving home to catch me like this, but before I can protest he had driven himself inside me to the hilt. I screamed as I felt my entrance tear a bit. I am not accustomed to so large a cock. I missed that pain, and I rocked back hard against him. Before long, we were both lost in our passions, completely unaware of anything other than the friction, the pleasure, the feel of his balls striking my flesh at every thrust, and the waves of orgasm that hit me time and time again. Lost to the world that is, until I heard my husband yell "What the fuck is going on here!"

Friendly Neighbor



I was walking around the small park in the housing development where I lived, my not-too-short skirt swishing about my thighs as I lazily walked. There was a slight breeze that felt wonderful on the skin that was bared from my halter top in the summer heat. I by-passed the small walkway that would've taken me back around the park and continued on the sidewalk, taking the left that would point me towards home, and have me pass by the three houses closest to the park.

He was outside, mowing his lawn. I'd seen him in the neighborhood before, but I never took much notice of him. I don't know what made this time any different, but I slowly stopped walking and stood in front of his yard and watched him. The muscles in his back bunching, releasing, pushing and pulling all at once to get the job done. He was shirtless, he often was, but that fact didn't often cross my mind.

He was muscled, but not in a bulky body builder way. He had defined arms, a strong back and shoulders, with a nicely define stomach. He didn't have a six pack, or something like that, but more like a washboard stomach with well chiseled lines. His hair was short, and at the moment, sweat soaked. His legs were long, his height easily reaching five ten or five eleven. Not the tallest man in the world, but still taller than my own five four stature.

It took me a moment to realize that he had stopped mowing at that he was patiently waiting for me to take notice of his attention. His dark golden eyes looking over my body as I had been looking over his. I felt self-conscious for only a moment until I remembered that recently, anyone with a pair of eyes had been looking me over just as he was. I mentally rolled my eyes. My eighteenth birthday had been almost two months ago, a big enough event for my family that we swarmed the local park down by the lake for the celebration. There was even an article written about it in the local newspaper.

When he finished taking his look, his eyes sliding up to mine, I felt a small moment of dizziness. His eyes, so golden, seemed to burn into mine with a passion that I had never before felt -- including from past boyfriends. His eyes sent a small shiver of excitement down my spine. He smiled, an easy, slow-as-molasses smile that made my knees a tiny bit weak. I smiled back, shyly, my cheeks flushing.

"How're you doing today, Raevyn?" Oh, his voice was pure heaven. A smooth baritone with just a hint of a rough sounding bedroom voice.

"I'm doing ok, Mr. Bridges." I managed to reply. His smile changed so subtly into a smirk that I thought I imagined the smile in the first place.

"Just 'ok'?" I nodded mutely. "Well, what say you let me help you with that?" My eyes widened slightly. Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? 

"Alright, Mr. Bridges." His smirk took on a wicked twist.

"Let me just put my lawn mower away. You can go ahead and go inside, help yourself to some lemonade if you'd like. I'll just be a minute." I nodded, smiling softly as I walked up his driveway to his porch. Before I entered his home I watched him as he put away his lawn mower. His shoulders bunching and releasing as he walked, pushing the machine to the side of his house. I took a deep breath once he turned around the corner and let myself into his house, determined to look around for a minute before he came back.

His house was what I always pictured it to be, if I had to, that is. There was a large screen TV in the living room with a surrounding entertainment center with speakers, a DVD player and CD player. He had his own collection of DVDs, some action movies, comedies and a few romances with the occasional horror film thrown in. There was a dark green couch and a match love seat with a small black table in the center for drinks and things.

His dinning room had a matching black table with six black padded chairs around it. His kitchen was like the kitchen in all of the other homes in the housing development -- a lot of counter space and cabinet room with an island in the middle of the kitchen to help with cooking. The only difference that I could see is that he had removed the white counter surfaces and replaced them with a dark, lush green to match his décor. His pots and pans that were hanging from the ceiling, were also black. His fridge black and silver.

His bathroom was bare, but that was to be expected since it was the bathroom that was downstairs. I had just walked back out of the bathroom when the front door opened and he walked into his house. He smiled at me.

"Taking a look around?" I blushed lightly at having been caught and nodded. His smile grew. "Wait 'till you see upstairs. My favorite room is up there." As he walked by me into the kitchen I could've sworn he winked at me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach already. I took a deep breath and followed him into the kitchen were he was pouring two glasses of lemonade for us. He handed me one while he put the pitcher away.

"So, Raevyn, tell me a little bit about yourself. Something that they didn't cover in that article. Something that all of your neighbors around here know." I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. What exactly did he want to know? He must've read the article already, so what could I tell him? And things the neighbors didn't know? My face must have looked funny because he started laughing. My face started to flush again and I took a sip to cover up my embarrassment. I was always told my face looked funny when I was concentrating too hard on something.

"Raevyn, you shouldn't have to think too hard about how to answer that question." He said, smiling.

"Well, Mr. Bridges-"

"Please. Call me Mike." I nodded.

"Well, Mike... I don't like it when people ask such open and vague questions. I'd like for them to be specific so that it'd be easier to answer." He smiled, that wicked twist entering his smile again.

"Alright, Raevyn." He set down his glass and came to stand behind me. He took my glass from me and set it on the counter, his hands coming down to rest lightly on my hips as he slowly pressed against my back. "Tell me, Raevyn. What's the farthest you've even gone with a boy?"

My face flushed as I tried to answer with out embarrassing myself. "I've had sex, if that's what you mean. Though it wasn't anything spectacular. He didn't really know what he was doing and there was a lot of fumbling around, to be honest. And, when he finally managed to get it right and he was able to, uhm, get in me, I didn't really feel anything because he was just small, I guess." Mike made a sympathetic noise from the back of his throat.

"My poor darling. Having to put up with a fumbling boy who knows nothing about what he's doing." One of his hands moved down from my hip to slowly slide up my bare thigh and underneath my skirt. My breath hitched slightly as I looked down to watch his hand, now covered up by my skirt, move across my skin.

"What's the most adventurous thing that you've ever done with a boy in bed?" he murmerd against my ear.

"Honestly? The only adventurous thing he knew how to do was biting. I didn't suggest anything else because I didn't want to scar him for life."

"And what would you have suggested, Raevyn?" My face flushed a brighter red, my cheeks burning.

"Ah, well. I would've suggested that we try, uhm, that we try..." The hand that was under my skirt moved to cup my sex in his hand.

"Try what?" My insides clenched as my hips started to rock into his hand.

"Anal." I whispered. He let out a breath against my ear, his own hips pressing harder against the small of my back. I could feel his hardness through his jeans.

"I think that we can do that, Raevyn, and so much more." He licked my neck, right below my ear, and my eyes fluttered shut. I let out a shaky breath.

"Like what?"

"Oh, you'll see." I could only nod as Mike removed his hand and turned me around to face him. His dark golden eyes looking into mine for a brief moment before he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't like any kiss I'd had before. It was rough, dirty and possessive. He didn't wait for me to reciprocate, he merely took what he wanted and I had to grip his arms tightly as my legs were trying to decide if they should hold me up or not. He pulled back after a moment and smirked.

"Come on. Time to show you my favorite room." Before I could move, he griped my hips tightly and lifted me off of the floor, in my surprise, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and wound my arms around his neck. He looked into my eyes and smiled, pleased with my response. He slid his hands underneath my ass to support me as he walked. He went through the dinning room, and by-passed the living room to take the stairs.

The walls up the stairs has pictures of different people and places on them. They all had a slight resemblance to Mike so I assumed that they all were pictures of his family. I smiled at a picture that showed a younger looking Mike pushing an older looking man into a lake. My attention was brought back to Mike quickly when he suddenly let me go. It was such a surprise that I didn't make any move to hold onto him.

I bounced twice before I settled onto the King sized bed Mike had dropped me on. The comforter was black, with dark green pillows, and what looked like black silk sheets peeking out from underneath. 

I had landed in almost the center of the bed, my legs splayed and my arms supporting me at my elbows as I finished looking around his room. The walls were dark green with black curtain over the window. When I looked around the room once more, I noticed that Mike wasn't there. Before I could call out to him, he reappeared from the master bathroom, carrying a small bottle of what appeared to be lubricant. My insides clenched again when he set the bottle onto the nightstand next to the bed. 

I looked up at him as he stood there, still shirtless and just in his jeans. He was looking down at me, focusing his attention on how my skirt had ridden up my thighs from my fall. It just barely covered my underwear, but that didn't matter when Mike knelt down at the edge of the bed, his eyes level with my clad sex. He grabbed my calves and pulled, my body sliding towards the end of the bed. He stopped when my hips were at the edge, my skirt having moved down between my thighs.

He stood up for a moment, his hands moving to the top of my skirt and pulling down. I lifted my hips in an attempt to help him, but with his strength he didn't need it. Before my skirt and underwear had even touched the floor, Mike was kneeling again, his hands pressing against my thighs to make me spread my legs wider.

I brought my feet up to the bed, my hands gripping my ankles to help keep my legs spread. I felt hot breath against my exposed sex before there was this strange sensation of something wet, soft-but-hard, and hot against my clit before my mind supplied that's his tongue and my insides were clenching again. I closed my eyes, my breath starting to come in ragged breaths. In my position, I couldn't really move much, but I was able to move my hips enough to help encourage Mike. Not that he needed the encouragement.

When Mike grew tired of my hips moving, he lifted his head and nearly growled at me, "Stop moving." His tone was so abrupt and harsh that I could do nothing else but obey. His head lowered again, and his tongue found my clit unerringly. I mewled softly, my thighs quivering from holding still. Mike groaned against my flesh, the vibrations sending delicious tingles up my spine. I couldn't help it anymore, I rolled my hips as best I could in my position.

Mike stood swiftly, his hands already pulling, pushing, and moving my body how he wanted me to be. He rearranged us so that he was sitting against the head board, my body laying over his in the opposite direction on my stomach, my ass resting just on top of his still clothed hard cock. I made move to look behind me, to ask what he was going to do when he brought his hand down against my ass, hard. The air in my lungs whooshed out of my throat as my brain tried to wrap around what just happened.

"I told you to stop moving," Mike growled at me. I mewled softly as his hand came down again, harder than the first.

"S-sorry." I managed to gasp. I hid my face between my arms, my ass raising slightly for Mike to hit again. My hips were moving on their own violation, rocking in time with the hits as Mike started to hit harder still and quicker.

Suddenly, the spanking stopped. My cheeks were rosy and warm to the touch. Mike smoothed his hands over my upturned bottom and sighed softly.

"So beautiful... Now, Raevyn, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Do you understand." I nodded into my arms, and he smacked me once more. 

"Yes!" I answered.

"Good girl. Now, hands and knees." It took me a moment to get my legs to work properly, but I managed to. I moved to get onto my hands and knees, facing the way I was, but Mike nudged my hips and made me turn, so that my head was facing the headboard.

"Actually, no, I want you to stand up for a minute." Mike took my hand and helped me off of the bed. I stood before him, almost completely naked. Only clad in my halter top. His hands came up to my neck and untied the two pieces.

"Lift up." I raised my arms and he pulled my halter top up and off, throwing it to the floor. He cupped my breasts, his thumbs rubbing over my erect nipples. I sucked in a deep breath, my spine tingling pleasantly. I looked up into his eyes and his eyes smoldered back into mine. His hands smoothed over my sides and down part of my thighs.

"So pretty..." he removed his hands from my body, and spread his arms wide. "Undress me." I nodded to myself and took a tentative step closer, my hands moving to the top of his jeans. I unbuttoned them and unzipped them smoothly, surprised to see him without underwear. I glanced up quickly before sinking to my knees, pulling his jeans with me. When they reached the floor, he stepped out of them and beckoned me to stand up again.

I stood, but couldn't look into his eyes, my eyes transfixed on his hard cock, standing proudly to attention. He was thick and long, easily the biggest I'd ever seen compared to my fumbling times with past boyfriends. He let me look my fill before cupping my face in his hands, his eyes burning into mine.

"Up on your hands and knees again." I crawled back onto the bed, my hips swaying with my movements. I heard him let out a breath of approval as I got into position. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. I didn't open my eyes, even though I wanted to, when I heard the bedside drawer open. I kept still and silent as I let Mike get ready for whatever he was planning on doing next.

I felt the bed dip to my right and I tried to relax further into my position. I managed to keep from flinching when Mike ran one hand down my back as he settled in behind me. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and naturally moving down onto my elbows, my head hanging down. Mike took a deep breath, humming his approval.

"You might have noticed, Raevyn, that I like to be in control. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it."

"Yes, Mike." I answered into the bed.

"Such a quick learner. Earlier, when you said that you would have suggested anal do that incompetent boy, were you saying that you're ready to give that a try?"

"Yes, Mike," I breathed.

"Good girl."

The next thing I knew, Mike had a finger as deep into my ass as he could it get. My hips bucked in surprise. I hadn't even heard him open the bottle of lube, but he must have because his finger was slick as he slowly moved it back and forth. It might have been from the realization that this was actually happening or from the fact that I was still surprised, but my knees spread further apart, my hips dropping slightly as I relaxed even further into the bed.

Mike made a small noise of pleasure as he saw my move. His removed his finger for a second before it was pushing back in with a friend. I mewled softly, my head hanging below my shoulders as my hips slowly rolled up into his touch. There was the sudden sensation of cool liquid running down the crack between my cheeks and I gasped. Mike chuckled, deep and low in his throat. The lube pooled around his two fingers, helping to coat the way as a third finger joined the other two.

I moaned, a high pitched sound as his fingers stretched me more than I had ever been stretched before. I concentrated on breathing in deeply and relaxing as much as I could, Mike still moving his fingers in and out of me slowly.

After a minute or two, when I was starting to become impatient, I thrust my hips back forcefully onto his fingers, moaning while I did so. Mike's reaction was instantaneous. He pulled his fingers out of me, his hand coming down onto my up turned ass harshly.

"We do things at my pace, girl." I mewled softly, my pussy becoming achingly wet as a carnal need that I had never felt before settled into the pit of my stomach. I nodded my head into my arms, whispering, "Yes, Mike," into the bed beneath me.

"Good girl." Mike unceremoniously shoved his three fingers back into my stretched hole, pouring more lube down the crack of my ass as he did so.

It wasn't long before my face my flushed and my hips were slightly arching into Mike's touch, knowing that Mike would become angry if I tried to hurry things along faster than what he wanted. Mike slowly withdrew his fingers once more and I had to bite my lip so that I wouldn't tell him 'no.'

He shifted behind me, his hands coming to grip my hips tightly. That carnal feeling in the pit of my stomach increased in intensity, my pussy clenching in small spasms as I readied myself for what was to come next.

I steeled myself for a brief moment, closing my eyes, and letting out the breath I was holding as I felt the head of Mike's hard cock press against my loosened hole. The head of his cock passed the ring of muscle, Mike gasping as he slid in faster than he thought he would, the slickness from all of the lube he had used earlier making my hole slick and open for him to just slide right in.

I had to gasp for breath as I was suddenly filled and full of hard cock where I had always fantasized it would be. His hands tightened further over my hips, halting his invasion, but only by a small amount -- he was very near being completely inside of me. I took deep breaths, trying to relax my muscles. Three fingers didn't come close to preparing me for how thick he was.

"Are you all right, Raevyn?" he growled. I nodded into my arms, unable to respond verbally. He didn't try to make me talk, happy with my answer as it was. He pulled back slowly, the sensation new and weird to me. When he pulled out a few inches, he pushed back in, completely to the hilt this time. I let out a breathy moan, tingles of pleasure running up and down my spine. My hips pushed back against his hips, my pussy dripping.

Mike withdrew again, snapping his hips down against mine harder than before, setting up a rhythm that kept me shivering with pleasure. He shifted, kneeling in a more solid position so that he could move within me firmly. Mike gripped my hips tightly, his thumbs rubbing small circles on my skin.

I was mewling and moaning constantly, trying desperately to move against him more, but his grip on my hips prevented any movement that I would make. My hands gripped the sheets underneath me tightly, I spared a vague and fleeting worry that I might rip them.

Mike grunted as he slammed back into me, his thrusts making my whole body quiver. I started clenching my muscles, as tight as I could clench them. Mike's startled gasp and last forceful thrust let me know that he liked it. I did it again and again, straining against his hold to buck back against his hips.




Friendly Neighbor



It was February 1976. Cindy and I were charging down I-75 escaping an Indianapolis winter for a week of warmth and distraction in Orlando. Two years earlier the government had chopped the speed limit from 70 MPH down to 55, the dreaded double nickel. We were working our Fuzzbuster and CB radio to avoid Smokey and shave as much time as we could off the trip. I was one of the otherwise law abiding citizens who were rebelling against the stupidity of that ridiculous speed limit. There were so many of us, that auto drivers outnumbered truckers on the trucker channel.

"Hey, ten-four good buddy, we got the front door for a while. Enjoy that rockin' chair. Rainmaker out, southbound, and down." I hung the CB microphone back on the dash of my five year old Dodge Demon, when the cheap speaker on the forty-channel Cobra crackled back at me.

"Breaker for the Rainmaker, Friendly Neighbor here."

"Go ahead, Friendly Neighbor."

"Where you headed?"

"We're out of Circle City this morning, trying to get to Mickey town tomorrow. How about you?"

"We left the Twin Cities yesterday for a couple-a-days in Miami, then down to the Keys."

A great thing about the CB culture was that there always was someone to talk to, even if keying the mike knocked fifty points off your IQ. Friendly Neighbor and I were running at about the same speed and had spent several hours in our own mini convoy taking turns running the riskier front door (the lead position) and the rockin' chair (tucked safely in behind). From time to time someone would hook up with us for a while and with a third car, someone could ride the back porch, or last position in the convoy, watching for a Smokey (most state's troupers wore the same kind of hat as Smokey the Bear) sneaking up from behind. We talked mile after mile about this and that and everything and nothing. About his farm south of Minneapolis, about me studying engineering in night school, about neither of us having kids yet, destinations in Florida, about the wives' jobs, CB tech-talk, and of course sports. Here was a guy who I had never seen and had talked to for a few hours and I felt like I had known him for years.

Back in open country after shooting through Atlanta, Friendly Neighbor asked, "Rainmaker, the XYL is talking about food. How far are you planning to go tonight?" 

In radio talk, any single woman regardless of age was a Young Lady (YL) and became an XYL when she married.

"We were planning to find a motel around Macon, but we've been making such good time that I think we'll try for Valdosta. How about you?"

"Ten-four on that, Rainmaker. We need some go juice and a bio break and we can make Valdosta."

"Roger on the ten-one-hundred. Let's do a full pit stop and then roll south."

I was using a Shell credit card and Friendly Neighbor fueled his burgundy GTO across the street at the Texaco, so our contact was limited to just a wave before we were rolling south again. I did not get a good look at his wife other than to see that she was blond, but he seemed a lot like me. We were both late twenties, about six feet tall, average weight. The biggest difference was that I had dark hair and he was blond like his wife. Back on the road, the chatter went full blast again. We were making such good time that we jointly elected to push on to Valdosta and find a place for the four of us to have dinner together.

We found a nice little place a few blocks off the expressway. Face to face, we finally got around to exchanging real names. "Hi, Friendly Neighbor. I'm Dave and this is my wife Cindy."

"Pleased to meet you Dave and Cindy, we're Swen and Olga."

Olga was a tall and slender, probably five foot eight. She and Swen were already dressed for Florida. He was in Bermuda shorts and a golf shirt. She was in red sundress that contrasted wonderfully with her blond hair and green eyes. The dress showed the pleasant curve of her hips and the pointy outline of her nipples, just enough shape to leave no doubt that she was a woman. Cindy was quite a contrast to Olga. Cindy was a brunette and five foot one when she stretched. Her body was all curves and beautifully proportioned. She was closer to a Marilyn Monroe than a Twiggy.

In a just few minutes, we had settled in at a table with menus and a round of drinks. Over dinner, the XYLs finally got an opportunity to talk to each other and were taking full advantage of it, chatting quietly with each other about whatever wives talk about. Swen and I were doing the usual guy thing—talking too loudly about the relative merits of our favorite football teams. Away from the radios and talking like normal people, Swen asked me how I got my Rainmaker handle. Somehow it seemed that no one ever used real names on the radio.

"Well, you see, Cindy and I have a little outboard runabout. It seems as though every time I slide that boat into the water, the sky darkens and starts dumping rain. And how did you become the Friendly Neighbor?"

Now Swen's voice dropped a few decibels. "I don't usually tell that story until I know someone for a few years. But ya know, after talking with ya all day, I feel like I have known ya for years. Ya see it's this way, Olga and I and a small group of our best pals like to get very friendly, if ya know what I mean."

I was still pretty naive. Cindy had been my first and only lover, although I think I was her fourth. I replied, "Actually, I don't know what you mean."

Cindy jabbed my side and said, "You dope, he means that they swap."

I nearly choked on my wine. "Is that what you were saying?"

"Ja, you bet."

"Wow. I've heard of people doing that but I don't think that..." 

I was rudely interrupted by another jab in the side from my spouse. She said, "Olga and I have been talking about your parties. They sound like a lot of fun."

"Oh, are they ever!" said Olga.

Swen looked across the table and quietly said, "I don't know of a better way to unwind from a long, hard day on the road. Maybe you two would like to save half the cost of a motel room and join us for some long, hard fun, if ya get my drift?"

"I don't know..." I started when Cindy's elbow slammed into my side again.

"Dave, what do you mean? I know that the first place you go in Penthouse Letters is the section with swapping stories. I also know about that book you have hidden in the bathroom. You know, 'The Couples on Venus Lane.' I've read it too, it's all about swapping and it turned me on as much as it does you. And you sure have been ogling Olga's boobs." She looked Swen straight in the eye and said, "We'd love to!" 

I guess in my own naiveté I thought that Cindy would never consider swapping, even though secretly, or not so secretly as it turned out, it excited me. Her rapid acceptance told me that she was actually more adventurous than I was and just as excited about the possibility. It also reminded me of how turned on she was that night in college when we did the deed in the back seat of a friend's car at the drive-in while he and his date were in the front seat watching the movie.

I took another drink of my wine and looked across the table. "Like I was saying, we'd love to. Let's go get a room."

I was nervous as Nixon in front of a TV camera as we drove down the street to the Holiday Inn. Cindy just sat with a huge grin and with her legs crossed at the knee, slightly rocking the calf of the upper leg. After what seemed like an hour, but had to really be about two minutes, we parked and checked-in. We carried our overnight bags into the room with two double beds.

As I locked the door and hooked the chain, I heard Cindy say, "Just how friendly are you?"

I turned just as Swen took Cindy in his arms.

"About this friendly." He kissed her with his tongue half way down her throat and his hand rubbing her crotch.

Olga pulled the red dress over her head and stepped out of her sandals. Totally naked, she threw her arms around my neck. "I'm even friendlier. Don't you think?"

Olga gave me a big wet kiss. With her tongue snaking around in my mouth, she walked me backward until the back of my knees collided with the bed. She unfastened my double-knit pants and pulled them and my boxers off my hips. Her little push toppled me onto the bed; somehow my pants and shoes were totally off before I bounced twice. Lying on the hotel bed in nothing but socks and my very cool, blue paisley, polyester disco shirt, I felt Olga's breath on my balls. She licked that spot between my balls and my ass, while nuzzling the rear of my balls. My cock was so hard it felt like the skin was going to split open like a bratwurst on the grill. Her tongue worked its way across my nuts and ascended my shaft.

I glanced across the room and found Cindy on Swen's lap in the easy chair. Her yellow empire waist dress was pushed up just under her breasts, her panties on the floor. Swen was locked in a deep soul kiss with her while he fingered her slit. 

Olga bobbed her mouth on my cock and gave it a few little twisting, corkscrew moves. I was in sensory overload. This tall blonde that I had just met was giving me my first-ever blowjob while my wife was making out with the blonde's husband. Olga twisted all the way around and dropped into a sixty-nine. That woman had phenomenal aim. All at once I found my mouth on her clitoris and my nose at the entrance to her vagina. I may have been new to swapping, but cuninlingus was something I knew. Cindy may not have liked giving oral, but she sure liked receiving. I tried to give Olga the best I knew how to do—not easy with the distraction of my penis in her mouth. 

Olga disengaged just long enough to tell me that my moustache was tickling her. I redoubled my attentions to her clit and soon the veins in her pussy throbbed as she orgasmed. As she rolled off saying the she could not take any more, I got the shock of the night. Cindy was on the floor, between Swen's knees licking and sucking on his dick. Looked like my XYL had become a XXXYL

"Dave, please fuck me." Olga was on elbows and knees with her pale Nordic ass in the air and her wet pussy glistening from amongst her wispy blond pubic hair. To this day, that is my favorite pose. I slipped in to her improbably tight and slippery pussy and gave my best imitation of a porn star. I pumped and pumped for hours. Okay, it was about three minutes. I never said it was a good imitation of a porn star, and after all it had been an intense evening already.

Propped up on one elbow, I saw Cindy and Swen had moved on to a slow, sensuous missionary screw on the other bed. I was too sated to be jealous, but I was excited watching them. Cindy's flushed skin told me that she was very excited and very close, but Swen was the archetype of control. He had a fantastic mix of short and long strokes that seemed to be exactly what Cindy needed. Her flush deepened and her hips bounced off the bed as she thrust herself at Swen. She yelled, "Oh God! Yes. Yes. Deeper. Oh my God that's it!" Her gyrations settled back down following her orgasm and Swen sped up for about twenty more strokes and came in my wife's cunt.

Everyone drifted off to sleep in the afterglow. Around two in the morning, I woke to the sound of the other bed bouncing. Not to let Cindy and Swen have all the fun, I woke Olga and she and I were soon humping, also. Another round of orgasms and we all drifted back to sleep. 

Next morning, we four breakfasted together and were back on the road by nine. It was a very quiet trip all the way to Orlando, not even much chatter from the CB. We bid farewell to the Friendly Neighbor and Olga as we took the exit off the turnpike. The quiet continued as I pondered the events of the previous night. Was this just vacation fun? Did we strengthen or damage our marriage? Was I jealous, was Cindy? Would we swap again? Who would start the conversation? I knew that I still loved Cindy, but did she still love me? Why was Cindy not her normal chatty self? My questions festered through our stilted week in the Magic Kingdom. 

Finally during the drive home, they all broke open and we had the first frank discussion in our marriage. Cindy had been so quiet because she was worried that I was pissed and jealous. I assured her that I was mostly confused but more than that I was worried that she was pissed and jealous. A pair of nervous chuckles finished breaking the ice. When I told Cindy that I was a surprised that she had been sucking Swen's cock because she had never done mine, she explained that it was her first attempt. She only tried it because Olga was doing me and she thought Swen would expect it. My adventurous Cindy first mentioned the risks that we took jumping into the sack with strangers. The swap had been terrific fun but had become frightening in retrospect. We agreed that swingers' clubs and swaps with strangers were not going to be in our future. I kept the CB turned off for the long 55 MPH drive back to Indiana. Cindy and I talked at length about what we would like to try with each other in our bed at home.



Friendly Neighborhood



"Oh my God Katie, your ass is so fucking hot" I hear as the cock slides in and out of me.

"Yeah baby, suck my cock" comes from the guy standing in front of me with his dick in my mouth.

I'm on my knees with a cock in my ass and one in my mouth. These cocks belong to my neighbors that have known I was a cross dresser since I moved in. We were hanging out on my deck having some drinks when they asked to see some pictures of me dressed. Being buzzed enough I went and got some. They, being drunk enough began to complement me and ask to see me dressed. Well I got one compliment too many and obliged them. So in my living room dressed in my white halter corset, white thigh high stockings, thong, heels, lots of make up, jewelry and a blonde wig I was receiving the fucking of my life. I had always wanted two sexy guys to double team me. 

Now I was getting hammered in the ass by Mike. He was a good looking guy about my height but thicker. Not fat just built. He had a nice long cock that felt delicious sliding in and out of me. Brad was much bigger, over six feet tall and very muscular. He had short brown hair and a nice fat cock. It stretched my mouth to its limits. I looked quite the sight, on my hands and knees dressed as the slut I am. My five foot seven skinny body being used by two sexy guys. I'm very slim and very fem, as if I had to tell you. I have Nipple, ear and belly rings to accentuate my shaved body. Ok back to the hot fucking.

Mike was holding my hips drilling his cock into my ass talking dirty the whole time. I moaned like a tramp and pushed my ass back into him to meet his thrusts. He really liked this and it seemed to give him more and more confidence. As I was drilled by Mike and his perfect cock, Brad held my head and fucked my face. These guys were so hot and it only made me work that much harder for my reward. I wanted cum in my mouth and ass, and I was going to get it. Saliva and pre-cum mixed in my mouth, I love the taste of cum and pre-cum! This only drove me into more of a lust. Brad would stop and hold my head as I licked and sucked on the end and lick up and down the shaft. He would then proceed to fuck my mouth. When he did I felt the cock head press into my throat. I kept my tongue down and allowed his shaft to rub against it and between my squeezed lips. 

Mean while Mike continued his verbal and physical assault on me. He varied his pace as he would "Jack hammer" me and then slow down to an easy pace that he would pull his cock all the way out of me. They used me for a long time when I felt Mike begin to swell in my ass and he began to shout that he was going to cum. I pulled Brad out of my mouth and begged for him to shoot it into my ass. Mike needed no further persuasion and began to dump his load into my ass. Holy shit it felt so good when he came in my ass! His cock jerked and swelled as each blast shot deep inside of me. My mouth was back on Brad sucking him hard. Mikes orgasm finally subsided and he pulled out of me and sat back grabbing his beer.

I got up on my knees and pulled my girl cock from my thong and began to rub it while Brads cock slid in and out of my mouth. Pulling Brad from my mouth I then started talking really dirty to him telling him to dump his cum in my mouth. To stroke that monster and give me a facial this dirty girl deserves. Brad got really hot and feverishly stocked his cock. I was pumping my own and began to shoot my load all over the carpet. It shot out so far but I focused my talk and concentration on Brad. He started to grunt that he was going to cum so I opened my mouth as the first shot found its mark on my cheek. Blast after blast hit my face and tongue. I moaned as each blast of cum hit me. Finally done, my face was covered in Brads cum and my ass was leaking cum from Mike. I sat back on my feet and began licking my lips and wiping my face with my fingers, feeding myself the delicious treat I was given by Brad. He sat on the couch taking his beer and drinking from it. I stood up and began to walk away. "Are you boys staying for more?" "If not you can CUM back any time!" They looked at each other as I turned away and strutted to the bathroom. 



Friendly Neighbors



I live in a large apartment complex with at least 200 units. It's a corporate community, and the company that owns the complex I live in also owns or manages at least two dozen others in the city. They're nice for apartments, and the security they offer is worth the extra cost I pay. I've lived there for several years and don't envision myself leaving anytime in the near future. 

I was hanging out at the pool last summer when a young pretty Asian woman sat down on the lounge chair next to mine. Her name was Kim. She had to be in her early to mid twenties and looked to be in fantastic shape. We introduced ourselves and I discovered that she and her roommate lived in the apartment just above mine. After swimming, she invited me back to her apartment where we talked, shared drinks and ended up fucking each other like crazy. 

We continued seeing each other off an on. Basically, we just used each other for sex, which was fine with both of us. Usually I would call her up and she would come downstairs or she would call and I would head upstairs. It was very convenient. This past Memorial Day weekend, Kim called me up late one night. It had to have been close to three or four in the morning. It was obvious that she had been drinking. She said that she was really horny and that I needed to get to her apartment before the mood left her. I grabbed some condoms and headed up the stairs. 

When Kim met me at the door, she was wearing a white see-through robe that allowed me to see the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs. Her small breasts pushed against the fabric of the robe, displaying her dark nipples. She kissed me and ushered me in. She brought me into the den area of her apartment. It was a small, sparsely decorated room that housed a sofa and chair and a small entertainment center. 

Kim and her roommate, Gwen, pretty much only used the room for watching TV. Kim made me sit down in the chair. I noticed that the TV was on and that it was showing a porno movie. On the screen were two women who were getting it on with each other with another man. The women looked really to be in to doing themselves, and the man was just thrown in as a last thought or as a justification. 

I then noticed that Gwen was sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but her underwear. Her hand was slowly stroking her crotch and she was watching the movie intently. My cock sprang to life immediately. Kim removed her robe and sat down next to Gwen. She looked directly at me and then, with one hand, grasped at Gwen's breasts. She put the other hand on top of the one Gwen was using to play with herself. Together they softly stroked Gwen's pussy. Gwen moaned with desire and spread her legs. Kim paused and unsnapped Gwen's bra. Gwen shifted forward and the bra was tossed to the floor where it landed near an empty bottle of wine. Kim continued rubbing Gwen's panty-clad pussy as she took one of Gwen's nipples into her mouth. Gwen grunted and grabbed Kim's hair with her free hand, pulling Kim against her chest. Kim switched nipples, and Gwen plunged her hand, along with Kim's into her panties where they circled her clit. 

I was taken aback by the scene in front of me. Kim had never expressed any bisexual tendencies or fantasies to me. To see her making out with her roommate was kind of a shock. But it was also incredibly exciting and arousing. I was really hard. Kim pulled away from Gwen's tits. She looked at me and asked what was taking me so long. Kim then turned her attention back to Gwen. She removed her hand from Gwen's pussy and straddled one of her legs. Gwen kept her hand busy on her clit while Kim ground her own pussy into Gwen's leg. They kissed, and I could tell their tongues were circling each other passionately. I undressed as fast asI ever have and joined them on the couch. My cock was rock-hard and twitching with excitement. Kim asked me to help Gwen to the floor. 

I picked her up and laid her down on the carpet while Kim removed her panties. From the smell of sex that permeated the room, I knew they had to be soaked. Kim and I both began to suck on Gwen's nipples, and I ran my hand down to finger Gwen's wet slit. To my surprise, she was completely shaved. Gwen reached out and grabbed my cock and clumsily started pumping up and down the shaft. Her other hand was busy between Kim's legs. I spread Gwen's legs and moved down to start eating her out. To my surprise, Kim joined me. We licked up and down the length of Gwen's hairless pussy and then I concentrated on the entrance of her love hole while Kim paid attention to Gwen's clit. In no time at all Gwen announced that she was cumming. Kim continued to kiss and lick Gwen's pussy. 

I moved Kim onto her side and began to give her head. Kim loves oral sex and was soon thrashing about on the floor. As I pushed my tongue into her, I moved to give Gwen access to my cock. Soon her mouth was greedily swallowing every inch of my rod. We continued in this oral triangle on the floor for what seemed like hours. I'm sure it was only a manner of minutes. I didn't want to cum yet, so I pulled myself away from the two ladies on the floor. Noticing that I had moved, the two of them positioned themselves into a sixty-nine in the middle of the room. Gwen was on top with her head buried between Kim's lovely thighs. Kim was underneath, reaching up to kiss and finger Gwen's bare cunt. They were really getting each other off. Gwen called out to me and told me that she needed to be fucked. 

I quickly put on a condom and entered her from behind. I pounded in an out of her Gwen's pussy while Kim below licked and bit at her hard clit. Each time as I plunged deeply into Gwen, I could feel Kim's tongue busily at work. Occasionally, Kim would stop her licking of Gwen to kiss and suck my testicles into her mouth. Kim then pushed me out of Gwen and said that she needed to have some of her own. She pushed Gwen off of her and turned around to give me access to her love tunnel. I plunged in. 

Gwen got up and straddled Kim's mouth, facing me. I reached for her breasts and rubbed them savagely. I pinched her nipples as Kim snaked her tongue into Gwen's pussy. Gwen and I kissed deeply and I could taste Kim's love juices all over her face. I pounding into Kim like a jackhammer and I could feel the pressure of orgasm building up. I announced that I was going to cum. Kim cried from between Gwen's legs that she wanted to taste my cum. 

I pulled out of her and removed the condom. Kim then extracted herself from Gwen's cunt and dove on my cock. Gwen knelt down and joined her and soon I was pumping my cum all over their faces. They laughed and began licking it off each other, pausing only to kiss passionately. I looked at the TV, and the screen was blue. The movie had ended and nobody had noticed. We adjourned to Kim's queen-sized bed where we stayed for the rest of the weekend.



Friendly Neighbors



My name is Jean, I am 29 years old, blue eyes, blond hair, nice shape, and single. I live in New York. My friends like to party a lot. They ask me to go out every night, but I don't like to party all the time. I am a writer; and more of the quiet type. 

I moved to a nice house in Virginia, I have enough land so I can have all the peace I want. My neighbors are very nice people. The couple living closest to me is both veterinarians. Their names are Joe & Kathy. There is a stream that runs between our properties.

In the year I have lived here, we have become close friends. We visit each other twice a week. They have introduced me to all the neighbors. Everyone is very nice. On the last Friday of the month everyone gathers at someone's house to have a B-B-Q. This month its Joe & Kathy's turn. The party is tomorrow night. There is always good music, food, games, and friends. If you don't have fun its your own fault.

Kathy asked me if I would like to come over and help with the party decorations. We worked on them all day; I told Kathy I would bring the potato salad for the party. Kathy asked me if I wanted to stay and watch a movie with them, I told her I was going to work on my writing then go to bed. We said our goodbyes and I went home. I started to work, but I couldn't concentrate on my writing. I went in the bedroom, put on my swimsuit, got a towel and blanket, and headed for the stream. 

The water is still warm, and inviting. I swim for a while then just sit in the water against the rocks, it is soothing and I soon get very relaxed. I get out of the water and spread the blanket under the tree. I take off my suit and stretch out on the blanket. I must have dozed. When I awoke, I heard someone splashing in the stream. I reach for my towel, but it was about six feet away. I start to get up and get the towel, but someone started coming out of the water. I decide to stay where I am, and hope they wont see me. 

When they got closer I saw it was Kathy, Joe called her to come back in. Kathy picked up a bottle and went back in the stream. She had just stepped in when Joe took her in his arms and started kissing her. He lowered his mouth to her breasts then down to stomach down to her pussy. 

I feel like a peeping tom watching them, but I don't want them to see me so I lie very still. They walked out of the water and went to the blanket they had spread on the ground. Kathy got on her knees and Joe stood facing her, she then put his dick in her mouth. I can't believe I am watching them, but I can't take my eyes off them. Kathy sucks his dick like she is starving for it. After a while Joe takes his dick out and tells her to lie down. Kathy lies down, and opens her legs. Joe starts eating her pussy, and finger fucking her. Kathy starts moaning and squirming. When she looks like she will cum, Joe stops and tells her to get on her hands and knees. Kathy does this and Joe sticks his dick in and starts fucking her. I am getting hot watching them. Joe is fucking her hard and fast. When I thought they both would cum, they stopped. Kathy stood and started walking over to where I am. She asks me if I like what I see. She told me they knew I was here. Kathy said they saw me sleeping and moved my things out of reach, so I would have to get up if I wanted it. She said they hoped I would stay. Joe walked over and told me, they have been watching me and they find me very attractive, they said they want to have sex with me. I gasp; I can't believe everything I am hearing. They tell me that if I don't want to join them they will understand. They take my hands and walk over to their blanket. Kathy tells me to lie down, I do as I am told and she tells Joe to eat my pussy. When he starts eating me, I can't help moaning. Kathy tells me she has wanted this for so long, and she is enjoying it. Kathy starts sucking my tits, this is the first time I have ever had a woman touch me this way. I get even hotter and start rubbing her tits. Kathy tells Joe to fuck me. Joe puts his hard dick in my pussy and starts fucking me slow and easy. I can't believe how good I am feeling. Joe starts fucking me harder and faster, I feel like I will cum, Joe tells me to slow down. They want this to last for a while. Kathy starts kissing me then moves her pussy up to my mouth, at first I am shocked, but then I start licking her pussy. Kathy starts squirming and moaning, She tells Joe to fuck me harder. Joe starts fucking me like a wild animal. I have never been fucked like this and it feels so good, I eat Kathy's pussy like it is my favorite food. Now we are all so hot and we all cum together. This is the first time have I tasted a woman's cum and it tastes very good. Joe cums with force I feel him jerking inside me, and I cum so hard they both feel my body shake. We lie there holding each other. They told me if I would let them, they want to continue fucking me. I thought about it and I want them to fuck me. I told them any time they want to I would love to fuck them. They smile and say they want to fuck me again now. Joe starts eating Kathy's pussy, and I start sucking his dick. After a while we change positions now Kathy is eating my pussy, Joe is eating Kathy's, and I sucking his hard dick. We are having a great time and I love it. Kathy stops, tells Joe to lie down, and then tells me to get on top of Joes dick. I gladly climb on top of him. Joe starts fucking me hard. Kathy walks over to their basket then comes back to us. She starts playing with my tits, and kissing me. I get so hot and start fucking Joe as hard as he's fucking me. Kathy tells me to lean forward; as I lean over she starts rubbing my ass. She tells me to relax, she puts something wet on my ass, and then she puts a finger in my ass. At first it hurt, then it felt good; she started moving it in and out. This was so exciting, I have Joes dick in my pussy and her finger in my ass. Kathy sees how hot I am, she tells me she is stopping for a minute but don't let that stop me from having fun. Joe makes sure I have fun, he fucks me even harder. When Kathy comes back she starts rubbing my ass again. She starts finger fucking my ass while Joe fucks my pussy. Now I am so hot I feel like I will cum, but Kathy stops, then I feel her sticking something in my ass, it is bigger than her finger, I tense up. She tells me to relax. When I do, she continues putting it in my ass, it hurts at first, but it soon starts to feel good. She starts moving it in and out slowly, the more she fucks me the better it feels. Soon she is fucking my ass as hard as Joe is fucking my pussy. Kathy tells me to fuck Joe's dick while she fucks my ass. This makes me so hot that I start fucking them as hard as they are fucking me. Kathy stops fucking my ass, but she leaves the thing in it, she walks in front of me and tells me to eat her pussy. This is all so good and I feel like I will explode with pleasure. Soon we are all cuming. When I came, it felt like a floodgate was opened. We lay there for a while, and then I tell them I need to go home. Kathy told me she would call me in the morning.

When I walk into the house I make a pot of coffee and head for the shower. After showering I sit down with my coffee. I start thinking about the events of the evening. How had things gotten so out of hand? I don't know what came over me; I have never done the things we did tonight. I feel ashamed of my actions. I don't know how I will face Kathy & Joe tomorrow, much less everyone else at the B-B-Q.

The phone rang, it was Kathy, and she asks me if everything is o.k. I tell her everything is fine. Kathy tells me they saw my lights on. She asked me if she could come over for a minute. She said we should to talk about what happened. I told her to come over. 

When she came over we went to the kitchen, I gave her a cup of coffee. We sat down; Kathy could see I was embarrassed. She told me there is nothing to be ashamed of. I tell her I have never done anything like this before. Kathy said she knows this, and that she is very glad I let them be with her. She told me they have wanted me to join them for a long time. Kathy said she didn't want me to be ashamed of the feelings and the things we did. She said this all makes them so proud to have been the first ones to experience the pleasure I bring in a sexual relationship. She told me she has never felt as close to another woman as she does me. She said that I am very special to them and that they will never do anything I don't want them to. Kathy told me that if I never want to have sex with them again they would not ask me, but that I have to tell them I don't. I tell Kathy that I did enjoy everything tonight, but I need time to work things out, and I will let them know soon. 

When Kathy left I thought about everything she had said. I still feel a little ashamed but after listening to Kathy, I am sure that they really do care about me and I am not a piece of ass. I start feeling better, and when I think about tonight I start getting hot. I remember the wonderful things they did to me and now I am so horny. 

I go in the bedroom and lie on the bed, but I cant sleep I wish I had Kathy & Joe here to talk to. I need to let them know how I feel. I get up from the bed, go to the window and look towards their place; there aren't any lights on at their place. I go back to bed, turn the light off, lie down, close my eyes and try to sleep. All night I tossed and turned, the images from the stream keep playing across my mind. Some time during the night I fell asleep.

When I awoke the sun was shining and the phone was ringing. When I answered it, Kathy asked if I had slept well. I laughed and told her that I did not. She started laughing, and asks if she can come over. I told her to come on over. I made a pot of coffee and toast.

When Kathy comes in she looks at my face, and ask if everything is o.k. I tell her that I had a bad night. She tells me to sit down, she pours us some coffee and gives me the toast. When she sits down I tell her what had kept going through my mind all night. Kathy looks at me, and said she was sorry, and that if it bothered me this much, she wishes it hadn't happened. I tell her that I am glad it did, and that I do want to continue being with them. I tell her that I had decided last night to tell them, but when I didn't see any lights on I went to bed. I told her that with everything going through my head I got so horny, and couldn't sleep. Kathy told me that they had talked about what happened and wondered if they had made a mistake. She told me that from now on I better call them if anything is bothering me. Kathy said that if I had called them, they would have came over and talked to me.

Kathy got up and told me to go take a shower. When I went to my bedroom, she called Joe, she told him to come over and bring the box. When I finished my shower and returned to the kitchen, Joe was there drinking coffee with Kathy. I sat down and drank the coffee Kathy had ready for me. Kathy told me that she was glad I had decided to join them. She asked me if I was still horny, I told her I am even hornier than last night.

Kathy takes my hands and leads me to my bedroom; Joe comes in behind us, and starts rubbing my shoulders. Kathy takes my robe off, and tells me to lie on my stomach. I lie down; Joe puts oil on my back and starts rubbing it. He tells Kathy to rub my feet and legs. Now they are massaging all the knots out of my uptight body. I start relaxing; Joe really knows how to give a back massage. I tell them that if they keep this up I will fall asleep. They tell me to just relax and enjoy it. That's exactly what I do. Kathy starts moving up my legs to my thighs. Her touch is soft but firm. Joe is making his way down my back to my buttocks. I can't believe how good this feels. Kathy is rubbing my inner thighs, gently she rubs against my pussy, and I gasp at the tingle of excitement that runs through my body. Joe is now rubbing my sides and making his way up to my breasts. This is so arousing, to feel this good should be against the law. Kathy starts rubbing my pussy, and then sticks her finger in and slowly finger fucks me, while Joe rubs the sides of my tits. I moan, and they tell me to turn on my back. I gladly do as they ask. Joe starts rubbing my tits while Kathy starts eating my pussy. I love all the wonderful feelings running through me. I can't keep my body still, I am so hot, and they are making me hotter.

Kathy reaches over the side of the bed and gets a vibrator; she rubs it on my pussy then sticks it in and starts fucking me with it. Joe puts his dick in my mouth and I start sucking him. Now I am so horny, I feel like I will cum. Kathy tells me not yet, they want to give me more pleasure. Joe takes his dick out of my mouth, hands Kathy a bigger dildo and tells her to fuck me with it. Kathy sticks it in and starts fucking me, first slow and easy, then hard and fast. I look over to see what Joe is doing; he's eating Kathy's pussy. The sight of what we are doing nearly sends me over the edge. Kathy tells Joe to come fuck me in the ass while she fucks me with the dildo. They ask me to stand up for a minute; Joe lies down and tells me to put his dick in my ass. Kathy puts lube on his dick and my ass. I climb on top of his dick and slowly sit down, it hurts and I stop. Kathy tells me to move slowly down on it, when I sit down a little more it starts to feel good. Soon I have his whole dick up my ass. When Kathy sees this she sticks the dildo in my pussy. They lie still for a while so my body can adjust to having both in me at the same time. Slowly they start moving in and out. First they were moving at the same time, then Joe waited for Kathy to push the dildo in my pussy, when she did he pulled his dick outward, so one went in as the other came out. I have never felt such pleasure; it was beyond compare. They see that I am fixing to cum, and start fucking me harder and faster. I feel my body exploding with pleasure as I cum, Joe cums with me. 

Kathy takes out the vibe and licks my pussy; she says its sweet. I climb off Joe; he opens his arms for us to lay with him, Kathy in one and me the other. We lay there for an hour or so, in total silence. Joe and Kathy told me they were sorry I didn't call them last night, and that they would have loved to come over. I tell them I wish I had called them, and that next time I will. We slept for a couple of hours then got up and started fixing things for the B-B-Q. 

After the B-B-Q I stayed, and we fucked through the night. It's been five years since that first night. Joe & Kathy introduced me to a very sweet man, we got married six months later, and now we all fuck every night. We have grown to love them both, and they love us.



Friendly Neighbors



We had just moved to a new town and bought a house in an established neighborhood. My wife Pat and I were just beginning to enjoy our empty nest at the age of 45. We met our neighbors Hector and Yolanda who had recently taken early retirement at age 62. They were Hispanic but Hector was very dark and everyone thought he was Black. 

About a week later I woke just before sunrise and heard a water running. We were under water restrictions due to drought. Thinking I might have left my hose on I went to the backyard. I immediately realized the sound was coming from Hector and Yolanda's yard. As I peeked over the stockade fence I saw Yolanda in a thin nightgown and watering her flower beds. Now Yolanda was a full sized woman with light brown skin a very pretty face. I couldn't help noticing her very large tits that hung so freely as she bent over. Her erect, dark aureoles and nipples were in stark contrast to the thin white cloth they pressed against. As she stood up her gown clung to her thighs and I could see the dark triangle bush that rested between her legs. 

Their patio door opened and as she turned I viewed her very large but nicely shaped ass. It was a beauty. Hector came out and said something to her in Spanish. He was wearing a robe loosely tied at the waist. They both laughed. She waved him away but he continued to approach her. He untied his robe and let it fall to the grown. Hector was naked and had a hard-on I couldn't believe. He was about six foot four and had a good build for his age. He stroked his growing cock as he continued to speak in Spanish. Yolanda was kneeling over a flower bed as he tried to slide his dick between her ass cheeks. She turned around and said in broken English, "okay I suck you." I had a wonderful view of her butt as she bent forward and took his big tool in her mouth, inch by inch. Hector smiled as he reached down and fondled her large breast, tweaking her nipples as he squeezed her mammoth melons.

I was getting hard watching and began stroking my cock while I enjoyed the show. Hector said he wanted to cum in her pussy and pulled out. Yolanda kept kneeling but turned her back to him while she lifted her gown. They both were facing me now so I ducked under the fence. I heard Hector slapping against her butt as he rammed his rod in her and Yolanda moaning excitedly in Spanish. As I peeked back over the fence, Hector saw me and kept fucking as he motioned for me to come over. Yolanda looked up as I came in their yard. "I suck you" she said as she took my cock in her hand and began sucking me. Her mouth was soft and warm as she gave very deep and long sucks and licks. I reached down and rubbed her big tits and nipples. She sucked me in rhythm with Hectors banging her. "Cum in her mouth," Hector said, "She likes to swallow." The pace quickened and Hector and I gave a loud OHHHH! as we unloaded in both ends of Yolanda. She smiled as she licked us clean. Yolanda then looked at me pointing to her pussy. She laid back. I licked her long labial lips and suckrd her clit as she wrapped legs around my head squeezing every time she came.

My ears were red from Yolanda's squeezes but I loved every minute of it. Yolanda said something to Hector in Spanish. He smiled and told me "she wants you to fuck her pussy while I butt-fuck her." Yolanda handed me a tube of lubricant and bent over as I applied it by sliding one, two and three fingers in her butt hole. Hector sat on a chair and Yolanda sat back on him. He guided his shaft into her ass and she settled back. I stood in front of her and slid my throbbing cock into her waiting cunt. Yolanda loved it. She moaned and gasped and cried out in Spanish. We fucked her hard and she begged for more. Finally we all came and felt most satisfied. While having a cup of coffee in their kitchen Hector said he bet Pat was a great piece of ass and asked if she would like to join them. I told him I didn't think so as she was pretty straight laced. Yolanda said she would like to talk to her and see what happened.

A week later Hector and Yolanda invited us over for dinner. After we ate Yolanda took Pat into another room. As they talked I could see that Yolanda was showing Pat some pictures and various dildos and toys. Pat had never used toys so I was interested in what her reaction. When we got home I asked what she and Yolanda talked about. "Just girl talk," she answered. "I saw her showing you some sex toys. What did you think of that?" I asked. "Well I borrowed several and will see if I like them," Pat replied. I was getting hard just hearing her say that. "She showed you pictures, what were they?" I asked. Pat told me they were of Yolanda and Hector fucking and some pictures included other couples. I asked if that upset her and she said no. It actually made her pussy wet. Then she said, "Boy that Hector sure is big"

"You mean he's tall?" I asked knowing what she meant. She laughed and said I knew what she meant. I asked if she would like to suck that big black dick and feel his cock up her cunt. She blushed and asked if I would mind if that happened. I told her no. In fact I'd like to watch her get fucked by Hector, that is if she wouldn't mind my fucking Yolanda. She smiled and said, "Yolanda likes you, you know."

That night we had the best sex we had in years. She gave me the greatest cock sucking and I used the dildo in her ass while I ate her pussy. She even wanted it left in while I fucked her. The next day I told Hector it was a go and so we set up a dinner at our house on Saturday. I couldn't wait for the week to pass. After dinner Hector played a video of he and, Yolanda fucking another couple. We all watched and began to play with our respective spouses. Halfway through the video clothes were scattered all over. Pat was sucking me and Hector was eating Yolanda's pussy. It wasn't long before Pat was chewing on Hector's tool while I licked Yolanda's cunt. Pat was in heaven and I was enjoyed watching her suck his big black dick. In the meantime Yolanda and I were sucking and fucking in our own right. We did stop though to watch Hector slide his thick black cock into Pat's tight pink pussy. The contrast of his black body on her white skin was beautiful. 

Hector and I were having a drink during a break when we realized the woman had disappeared. We heard laughing and giggling coming from the guest bedroom and walked in to find Pat and Yolanda eating each other in a 69 position. Pat stopped when she saw me and asked if I was upset. She said she always wanted to see what it was like to eat a women's pussy…and she loved it. I told her to continue we were enjoying the view and would join in when they wanted us.

We had many friendly neighborhood get-togethers after that and the Asian couple, Kim and Ty, who lived down the street joined our group. Kim is was a real sweet fuck. She had a little patch of jet black hair just above her clean shaven slit. Her pussy tasted very sweet and she always had the most wonderful aroma. Just for fun she would use chopsticks to hold and then role up and down our dicks as she gave the best head. The ladies liked what Ty could with his tongue. He too used chop sticks to hold the ladies pussy open while he sucked their clit. Another of the ladies favorites was Ty shoving the chop sticks up their ass while fucking them. The most popular group activity was the daisy chain. Can you picture Hector sucking Kim while she sucked me and I sucked Yolanda who sucked Ty as he sucked Pat while she was sucking Hector. Someone would yell switch and we would flip around. Eventually we all tasted each woman's cunt and each woman sucked all the cocks. 

Another game we would play is to blindfold one women and she would have to identify each man by tasting his cock, kissing his butt, feeling him in her pussy or butt. The men played the same game but we had the advantage of identifying the women by sucking their tits as well. From time to time we had guest couples join us but our core group has continued on together. 

As Mr. Rodgers says: "It's a wonderful day in the neighborhood."



Friendly Neighbors



He was perfect, and her neighbor, which made things so much more interesting. Shelby always made it a point to watch Shad, from afar, but watch nonetheless. Shad was everything her wet dreams were made of, right down to his eyes that were grey, but not quite hazel either. Every inch of the man was deliciously fuckable, including all eight inches of his cock. The last bit of information was more of a guess made when she caught a glimpse of him getting into the shower; he was hell on remembering to pull the blinds. Either way, she had been getting the chance to get to spend time with him lately since she was helping him repaint his house. The past two weeks have been a real treat and a pain in the ass for her though. She loved being there to help him but the fact that she left so turned on that the first thing she did when she got home was finger herself till she climaxed, was a bit of a problem. 

It was Friday, and as usual Shelby was at Shad's helping him paint, only today felt different, she could feel a sexual pull from him, who happened to be standing on the other end of the living room. He was staring at her as if he knew the exact things she did everyday while thinking of him. Her cheeks grew pink and she stared at the floor hoping he didn't know. Shad knew what she did alright; hell he had even watched her when she thought so one could see her. Just now thinking of her fingering herself while moaning his name gave him a hard-on, making him turn away from her while trying to hide the bulge in his shorts. Shad told himself over and over it would be wrong to fuck her, hoping it would shrink his dick, but it wasn't working. In fact, he was pretty sure he got harder than he as before. Shelby knew the minute he turned away what was going on. 

She smiled to herself and thought "This is perfect; he is hard as steel and I am here to help!"

Walking toward him so quietly he couldn't hear her, she stood and waited for him to look at the ceiling. When he did she dropped to her knees bringing her face to face with his throbbing prick. As Shad looked down he began to say "What the hell are..." but that was all he got out before Shelby put a finger to her lips telling him to be quiet. Reaching out she rubbed his cock through his shorts. 

"I know you got a hard-on thinking about me, and now I want to thank you for the compliment." No sooner had she finished speaking she had is shorts around his ankles and was working on getting his cock out. 

Shad knew she was about to suck him off, and he so desperately wanted her to. Once she got his prick free she wrapped her hand around his shaft and looked up at him. He didn't have to ask what she wanted, he knew. "Eight and two" was all he could get out, but she knew what he was saying and smiled and went back to licking his cock. Sucking in three of four inches she licked and sucked all around him while her right hand stroked his shaft and the other played with his balls. Shad moaned, he had never felt something this good, this girl had skill. He fisted her hair in his hands hoping it would help him hold some composure, but it wasn't working her was second from cumming. The last thing he wanted to do was blow his load in her mouth. He pulled her wet and warm mouth from him and said 

"If you keep this up I am going to loose it." He pleaded with her. 

Shelby smiled "I know, that is what I am trying to do, make you loose it." 

Shad shook his head and pulled her to her feet "I would rather fuck you than let you keep that up." 

As he pulled up his shorts he couldn't believe he had said that to her. 

"Oh yes Shad, I would love to fuck you!"

In a flash he was steering her toward the master bedroom, they had painted that last week. Once in the room he backed her up to the edge of the bed and pushed her down, landing on top of her and kissing her hard. As they kissed Shad slid his hands up her body to her breasts, cupping them and gently squeezing. Shelby moaned and pushed her chest into his hands begging for more. He pulled off her shirt, then his, removing clothes until she was down to her bra and panties and he to his boxers, then he stopped. "Beautiful" he mumbled as he took off her bra. Taking her firm tits in his hands he pinched and roller her nipples between his fingers before taking one in his mouth. 

Gasping Shelby arched her back as he sucked her nipple, thinking her herself "Dear God he is so good!" 

Shad picked his head up and looked her in the eyes and said in a low voice "You know, late at night when you are out on your deck I can see you." As he said this he moved his hand down to her pussy. She gasped, not only because of what he was doing with his fingers, but because he knew what she did with hers. 

Shad knew he had the upper hand right now and intended to play off it. "Yes that's right Love, I watch you finger fuck your pussy and moan my name." Shelby was floored, she had no idea he watched, but it turned her on even more. Now he had two fingers deep in her hot cunt, slowly fucker her, and now she was starting to respond by rocking her hips into his hand.

"Mmmm, Shad...very good" she practically moaned out. 

"Do you want more; do you want my cock in you?" Shad was teasing her, making her say what she wanted. 

Almost screaming she said "Yes...oh yes Shad...Fuck me!" Needing nothing more in the way of an invitation he removed the rest of their clothes and moved above her. Towering over her he leaned down and kissed her, then asked if she was ready. Her brown eyes sparkled with need as she nodded her approval. Slowly he leaned forward filling her with just a few inches, and then stopped to let her adjust to him. Shelby wasn't about to wait, she dug her nails into him and pulled him to her, filling her with all of him. Shad began to thrust in and out of her, slowly, he wanted this to last. She wasn't sharing the same ideas as him, she wanted to cum...now. Wrapping her leg around his she flipped them both, putting her on top, and in control. Looking down at him she smiled and lifted her hips off him till he almost popped out. Lowering herself onto jut the first few inches, she swirled her hips, and pulled up off. The more she did that the closer to cumming he came. Finally she slammed down on him, sending him to the hilt. Shelby bounced and rocked on his cock, fucking him hard. The harder she fucked him the more Shad needed something to focus on to keep from cumming. He reached up and took her breasts in his hands, massaging and playing with her nipples. Shelby was panting and moaning, almost screaming, as they fucked. 

"We...have to change...positions" she struggled to say while fighting off her orgasm. 

Shad pulled her off him and flipped her doggie style, pushing his prick in her ass. She screamed as Shad filled her ass and began fucking her. At first he went slow, allowing her to get used to the size of him. As she started to moan and push back he picked up speed and started to fuck her senseless. As Shad fucked her ass he reached around her and slid three fingers into her pussy. He was now filling her ass and pussy, fucking them both hard. He felt her orgasm coming as her muscles began to tighten around him. He pounded her harder and faster because he was so close too. 

"Mmmm, Shad...I am going to...mmm, ahhhh, yes! I am going to cum!" The moment Shelby finished warning him her orgasm hit. 

Three deep thrusts later he slammed into her and filler her with his cum. They both laid there holding on to each other riding out the waves of their climaxes when Shelby said "That was amazing...wow." Shad just laughed and said "So, same time next Friday then?" She smiled a wicked little smile and said "Oh yes sir, most defiantly yes."



Friendly Neighbors



We'd been staying at the same house in Tahoe the same week in July for the past six years. It's a friendly, quiet little area with a pool and quick access to the lake. The houses are small but comfortable. They're fairly close together for such a wilderness area so everybody gets to know everybody. Tom and Lucy own the cabin next to us and live there most of the time. They must get tired of the parade of people in an out each week during the summer, but Tom always has a quick smile and hello. Lucy's busy with her work during the summer but Tom teaches and enjoys gardening during the warm months.

Tom was working in the backyard of his place when we left for the beach at 9:00 a.m. and was still there when we got back at 3:00 p.m. He is in pretty good shape for an older guy with his summer tan well underway. My wife made more than a casual glance toward him as she headed for the cabin. She's always been attracted to older men, especially dark exotic guys. Tom seemed to take extra note of Janice, too. My gal's a blonde bombshell. Great body with long legs and nice round tits with nipples that stand erect at the slightest hint of a breeze. She was wearing one of those wild bikini's today. Mostly just three patches of semi-sheer material held together with wide dental floss. It didn't leave much to Tom's imagination. He had a special "Hello!" for her along with a wave. I could swear his pants grew a full size as he leered at her.

Janice went in to shower and change and I went over to say hello to Tom. He asked me how the lake was today and I told him it went up a few degrees when Jan took off her cover-up. He laughed and asked whether the park rangers stopped by to survey water conditions? I told him the beach did seem a little more crowded today. Some mothers with little children took their kids to the opposite end of the beach to avoid the crush of gawkers. Tom got a kick out of my little jokes and was really pleased when I asked him inside for an iced tea.

I know Jan likes to shower with the bathroom door open. She doesn't like the small space. She also likes to tease me and my friends. Her exhibitionist tendencies are out of the closet, so to speak. The bikini is just a nod to the Puritanical North American continent. She spends most of her Central American vacations in the buff. Not that I mind. I get a kick out of watching guys trip over their dicks around her. Guess that makes me something of a voyeur. So, I plop Tom down on the chair that faces toward the bathroom door and leave the room to get his tea. At first he's just scoping out the room and trying not to pay any attention to the shower. I yell at Jan to tell her that Tom and I are in the living room and ask if she wants some iced tea. She yells back that she needs a towel and to put extra sugar in her tea. I ask Tom if he can grab a towel from the table next to the couch and give it to Jan. He hesitates, but just for a moment. He slips past the part-way open door and peeks in to hand her the towel. I hear her thank him and tell him how much she admires his tan. Tom walks back to his perch wearing a grand smile and sinks back into the seat. Jan follows quickly with the large towel draped loosely around her still moist torso. She enters the kitchen, grabs her tea with one hand and smacks my ass sharply with the other. I smile in enjoyment.

We walk back to the living room where Tom is seated and the two of us take up residence on the old couch that anchors the center of the room. Jan carefully slips one leg under the other and Tom stares at her snatch during the show. She has a nice little "landing strip" shaved above her pussy to go along with the barely bikini bottoms she favors. I hand Tom his tea and he thanks us heartily for our hospitality. Jan asks Tom if Lucy will be home soon and he tells us that she will be late tonight because of an out of town meeting. "Darn," goes Jan in a not too entirely sincere retort. Jan really, really enjoys teasing. Almost as much as she enjoys sex. I was starting to get the idea that Jan was toying with the idea of toying with Tom. She's like a cat in that way. She likes to play with her dinner before she actually sets upon eating it. I'm not sure if Tom realized he changed from neighbor to prey when he went into that bathroom towel in hand.

We sit making small talk and sipping our iced tea drinks. Our chat grew progressively more sexual and finally Jan asked Tom if she could "touch his tan." He heartily agreed and Jan moved over to the foot of his chair to run her hands over his chest. She managed to keep her towel in place, I'm not sure how, but Tom was definitely interested in the view. She lowered her head to just above his knee and quickly licked him. "Ummm, salty," she said, "looks like you need a shower, too." Tom nodded a quiet affirmative and Jan took his hand and helped him up. On the way to the bathroom she grabbed my hand and said, "You, too, Mr. Can't Get Enough Suntan Lotion." So the three of us set off for the still-moist shower.

I dropped my bathing suit at the door and started the shower. I hopped in and Jan followed. Reaching out she unbuckled Tom's shorts and dropped them to the floor. She deftly slid down his briefs to uncover a nicely erect "Joystick" as she liked to say. "Oh, my," she teased, "looks like somebody's ready for some fun!" She grabbed his cock with both hands and pulled him into the shower. Then she asked Tom if it would be okay to share his nice hard cock with me, too. He didn't seem fazed but he wasn't saying much of anything at the moment. Jan reached for the soap and began to lather Tom up starting with his rock-hard penis. She handed me the soap so that I could start on her back. Soon she had Tom's cock between her legs and she reached back to pull my now hard staff in there too. It obviously felt good for her as she let out a genuine moan as the two hard cocks filled the space between her legs. I reached around and pulled Tom close so that he could get the full effect. His hands were busy soaping up Jan's tits. She pulled his head down between them and gave her chest a good rub with his face. The water and soap and suntan lotion made for a pleasurable effect. Jan turned me around and then slipped behind Tom and pushed his cock between my butt cheeks. She pulled the three of us close and Tom reached down to run his hands over my cock. He seemed to enjoy being in the middle and after a moment we all shifted again so that my cock could check out his ass and his Jan's. She turned quickly, however, and said that we boys needed to stop teasing her and get down to business.

Jan jumped right into bed. She flashed a big "come here" sign to Tom. He hesitated but I gave him a little nudge in the back. He landed with his face right between her legs. I took the chair next to the bed and watched in glee as Jan arched back at the touch of Tom's tongue to her pussy. She pulled her knees up and Tom gently kissed her pussy lips. Spreading her legs he licked at the sweet spot and dug in a little. She pulled his head in closer and sank back to take it all in. Tom pulled back and started kissing the inside of each thigh. He worked his way down her right leg to her toes and she wriggled and squirmed. She beckoned me and I waved her off. Tom switched legs and let out a squeal. She loves to have her toes sucked. Tom turned out to be the guy for the job. He slowly worked his way up the left leg and when he got to the magical Y he rolled Jan onto her stomach. This caught her by surprise. She likes to have her way and Tom was in charge. She didn't seem to mind. A side of here I hadn't seen recently. 

Tom slowly worked his hands up her back. He had good technique and Jan relaxed deeply into the bed. He lingered over her shoulders, kissed her neck and then started working down her left arm. He treated each finger as if he were in love with it. Jan rolled onto her back and I could see her pussy was dripping wet. He kissed and licked his way down her arm, stopping at the inside of the elbow to suck a little harder. Jan moved her free hand to her snatch and started to rub it furiously. Her crotch was on fire. Her head was shaking back and forth. All this from a kiss on her arm...well...a little more than just a kiss. 

Jan flipped Tom over like a heavyweight wrestler toying with a featherweight. She bounced onto his hard cock and took it in like a fat robin catching the early worm. Slurp, it was gone. She immediately started to buck up and down, her boobs slapping together and her hands holding up her hair, her eyes closed, lips parted. I love it when she holds her head and hair back. Breasts thrust out. Rocking back and forth with wild abandon. Tom grabbed her thighs and she pulled his hand to her pussy. He fingered her clit and she let out a scream. Loud, piercing. Tom reacted. He stiffened. So did Jan. They came together and moaned simultaneously. What a picture. Jan crumpled into Tom's arms. He gave her a gentle kiss and she hugged him back. She pointed at me and whispered, "more, I need some more." Tom laughed and I told them to stay where they were.

With Jan resting on Tom I mounted her from behind. She was so wet I slid past her twice before coming home. I gently rocked back and forth between their legs and Jan cooed. Following Tom's lead, I withdraw and started to kiss her lower back. Down her butt I licked and kissed with my hands massaging her as I went. "Now, now, inside me now," she said and I slowly worked my way back into her from behind. I could feel Tom getting hard, too, as I pressed in. Jan started to work herself and we all rocked in the same motion. I reached down and stroked Tom as we went and he got harder and harder. Jan pushed back against me and we slapped together at the beat of our breaths. With all of the excitement I couldn't wait too long but that was okay with Jan. She was screaming for me to cum and I plowed into her with all the force I could lever. I gushed a huge load into her and she let out an uncharacteristic whimper followed by a giggle. I pulled out and joined the heap on the bed. Jan slid over to give me a kiss and a hug. She sweetly asked me where I had left the iced tea. How could you not follow that treat with a little kindness so I trudged off to get the refreshments.

After a short rest and a couple of more hours of rough and tumble play Tom headed home with a well-satisfied grin plastered across his face. After a few moments of silence Jan turned to me and mused, "Gee, I wonder if he realizes we're just making up for that three-hour session you and I had with Lucy yesterday evening while he was out playing poker?" 



Friendly Neighbors



Ben's wife was on one of her many vacations, while he stayed home and worked. No matter, it was his business, his baby, and he loved to work. But it got lonely in the evenings.

Even when she was home, his wife treated him like a child who needed a mommy, not a man who needed a wife. The subtle jokes at his expense, the barbed comments... And always always deferring sex to "Later, not now, honey..." It was enough to make him crazy. 

So when his neighbor's wife began to flirt with him a little, he found it refreshing, exciting... The forbidden lured him like nothing else. 

Friday evening he was working in his garage as the sun was setting, and suddenly she appeared, wearing cut off jeans and a plaid shirt tied around her stomach. 

"Karla still out of town?" Jessie asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"Yep. She's not back until Sunday, and the boys took off for the lake early. I have one more job in Los Angeles tomorrow and then I'll join them," he said, looking over his shoulder at Jessie. "Where's Dan?"

"Oh, he's at work for another few hours...and the kids are scattered too. Guess it's just us around here to enjoy this gorgeous sunset!"

Jessie came closer to the trailer Ben was working on and peered over his shoulder. "What's wrong with the hitch?"

"Oh, it got bent last time we were at the lake. Justin almost jackknifed the trailer with the jet skis and it got a little torqued." Ben turned to find Jessie alarmingly close, looking into his eyes with a twinkle and a smile in hers. "Should be pretty easy," he said, his voice faltering as he noticed her alluring cleavage just inches from his elbow. 

"Good thing I wasn't driving... Those jet skis would probably have ended up at the bottom of the lake," she quipped. 

His mouth suddenly dry, Ben felt his heart start to pound and had an instant of panic. All the harmless flirting they did on line and when the families got together seemed to promise more, and here they were with privacy and opportunity for the "more" to occur.

"Want a beer?" Ben asked quickly, stepping back to avoid brushing her chest with his arm.

"Absolutely. Thanks." He opened the fridge, mouthing "WOW" to nobody as he reached in and found two Coronas, taking a deep breath in the cool refrigerated air before closing the door and turning to face her. 

Jessie was standing right behind him, startling him and nearly causing him to drop the beers. She steadied his hands, took one bottle and popped the top off on the bottle opener mounted on his workbench. Handing him the opened beer she took the second and likewise opened it, then tipped it to her lips drinking a long slow drink of the beer. She continued to gulp and swallow, gulp and swallow, until the beer was more than half empty. 

She took a breath, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and sighed, saying, "Ice cold and delicious... I needed that. Thanks!" Then she finished off the bottle and set it down on the workbench. This whole time Ben just stood staring at her, his mouth gaping. "Aren't you going to drink yours?" He blinked and nodded, sucking down his beer as quickly as she had hers. 

"I need another..." Ben said, turning back to the fridge. 

"Hold up," Jessie said, laying a hand on his arm. Her touch burned like a flame and he leapt back, his gaze turning to the garage door, open to the neighborhood. The street was deserted. Turning again to look at Jessie, he was amazed by her steady gaze, looking deep into his eyes. "I want to thank you properly for that beer..." and with that she leaned up on tiptoe and kissed him full on the lips. 

This broke the spell, and he wrapped one arm around her, continuing the kiss as he held her face softly by the jaw and continued to kiss her, tasting the cool, delicious flavor of beer on her lips. 

"Ever had sex on a jet ski?" He whispered in her ear once he'd broken the kiss to hug her close.

"While riding on the water or parked?" was her saucy response.

"Either!" Ben said, laughing, as he backed her up to the jet ski trailer and helped her step up onto the running board. 

"Nope, neither way so far..." She sat up on the jet ski and Ben kneeled between her legs, trapping her with his arms.

"I've been thinking all this time that you were a tease, but I see now that you're just a horny slut..." Ben said to her in a low threatening voice. He reached one hand between her legs to check that her heat and wetness could actually be felt through her cutoff jeans. "Yep, lookee here, you're already wet!" And he leaned in the kiss her again, cutting off her soft sigh as he rubbed his thumb along the groove of her pants seam. 

She spread a little wider for him and he slipped a finger in the pant leg of her cutoff shorts. He immediately found her wet pussy, since she wasn't wearing any underwear. With his fingers he found and manipulated her clit, causing her to writhe and moan. 

"I don't have room to work here," Ben said, unsnapping and unzipping her shorts. She lifted her butt to slip off the flimsy jeans, keeping them around her ankles. 

Ben had already perceived from touching her that she was shaved, but he realized looking at her beautiful V, that she was totally smooth and bare, probably from waxing. He slipped two fingers into her hot, wet box and Jessie thrust her hips closer to him.

Slowly but relentlessly moving his fingers in a "come here" movement, he caressed and massaged the front wall of her pussy, finding her G-spot. She bit her lips and clutched his shoulders as her orgasm built. He then placed his thumb on her clit and steadily encircled it. Her response was to throw her head back and thrust up on his hand... 

He thought she might break his hand off at the wrist, she was writhing so hard. To her credit, she stayed silent the whole time. Ben occasionally snuck peeks over his shoulder out the huge garge door, but the street remained completely silent and deserted.

Jessie rode his hand, and he whispered in her ear, "Go get it, girl, come on... You've got another one coming, don't you, here you go... Gimme your cum... Go after it..." As her tremors subsided and her breathing slowed to normal, Ben removed his hand from her snatch. She grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to her mouth, stuffing into her mouth the fingers that had just been fucking her. "Mmmmm... Wanna taste?" she asked.

Lewdly sucking on his fingers, Jessie never broke eye contact. Ben knew she was silently signaling to him that she'd suck his cock just as skillfully as she was sucking his fingers. For that he wanted to take her into the house. He already knew he'd never be able to look at that jet ski the same way... He'd always see her sitting there, writhing on his fingers as he expertly brought her to orgasm.

Helping her with her shorts, he offered her his hand as she reassembled herself and stepped off the trailer. "Let's get more beer and go inside," he suggested. As they passed the fridge he grabbed two more Coronas and quickly popped the tops off. 

She sucked her second beer down as quickly as she did the first. "Getting drunk, are we?"

Jessie smiled and nodded. "It helps me be bold enough to do what I've been wanting to do for weeks. This may be our only chance."

He led her into the bedroom and shucked off his clothes. She untied her shirt, leaving it on. "You going to get naked too?" Ben asked. "Nope. All you need is my mouth...for now."

She laid him back on the bed and crawled between his legs. He stuffed two pillows behind his head so he could comfortably watch the show. 

Slowly, delicately Jessie brought her tongue to his now straining cockhead and let it slide over the head, then all around it in a wet circle. Her tongue felt electric at the warm sensuous taste of his skin and the hint of precum already oozing from the tip.

Jessie truly enjoyed sucking cock for the sheer sensuality of it, to feel a strong, hard, masculine warmth in her mouth, working it lovingly with her mouth until she was rewarded with creamy salty cum on her face or, better, down her throat. 

She brought her hands to his cock, her left wrapping around the base and her right cupping his heavy balls. Jessie lifted his cock up and ran her wet tongue in a slow, wet luxurious lick from base to head, lingering there to lick the underside of his glans. She pressed her face against the shaft, rubbing the smooth, soft warmth wetness of it all over her face. 

Slowly, Jessie repeated the long lick from base to tip several times, each time her mouth getting wetter. When she finally engulfed his member with her lips and throat, her sticky drool gathered and pooled at the base of his cock. Drawing her mouth up and off him, strings of wet saliva clung between her mouth and his cock, looking as though he had come already. He watched her drool sloppily over his cock and wondered for the hundredth time what made a woman like Jess willing and happy to suck cock like a pro, and what caused a woman like Karla to be such a prude...

Ben and Jessie groaned together in deep satisfaction. Fuck it felt amazing! She loved the reward of the warm, silky smooth cock head gently pulsing in her mouth. 

Slowly Jessie pushed her way down his shaft swallowing as much as she could until his head pressed up against the back of her throat and she slid back up to the tip. Her hand came up to meet her lips and slide on his shaft in the slick saliva her mouth had left coating his cock. Jessie breathed deeply and slid back down his shaft, straining her lips to get a another inch in. Feeling his cock's head press against the back of her throat, she relaxed and let him slip past, sliding completely down her super tight throat..

"Yes, Jessie take that cock for me. Take it... you feel so good, so good."

She began to suck him in earnest now, her hand stroking and twisting up and down the shaft as Jessie swallowed the swollen head, her lips sliding over the ridge and down until it plowed into her throat repeatedly. She began to suck faster and harder.

He wrapped his hands around her head, twisting his fingers into her hair, pulling gently on the tight strands, fucking her face with his hips thrusting, listening to her moaning and slurping. Suddenly he peaked and it was too much, he held her head off him as he exploded, pumping ropes of thick white cream that landed on her face and chest and mouth as well as on his stomach. 

Ben was dazed from the sexy oral show he'd just been treated to. Jessie got up and found a towel in the adjacent bathroom, and wiped up her face and neck, and then offered the towel to Ben to clean his stomach. "I gotta get going... But I hope to see you soon. And I hope this isn't the only chance we'll have to play. But if it is... Thank you... That was amazing." Jessie smiled as Ben stood, shakily, and donned the pair of jeans he'd slipped off earlier. 

"Let me walk you out." They kissed in the doorway again and then Ben opened the door. She turned at the end of the sidewalk and waved.



Friendly Neighbors



"Welcome to the neighborhood!" 

I looked over the fence to see a friendly face holding a bottle of beer. 

"My name's Carl. Here, have a beer." 

And with that gesture, a close friendship was born. Carl and Danielle welcomed me into their lives, hosting me for dinner at least once a week. I had bought the house as a way to avoid the uncertainty of a landlord, so I spent some time tending the yard and other chores. I really liked my job and intended to stay in the area a while. 

Carl and Danielle were a couple of years older and made an attractive couple. Their affection showed in a casual arm draped around one another or how they leaned into each other when they were seated on the sofa. They enjoyed life and introduced me into their circle of friends, an adventurous gang who did everything from art galleries to mountain biking trips. 

As I got to know them, they opened up about their life and relationship together. One evening I was in their house and looking over their movie collection. You can always learn a lot by what you find in movies, books, and music. Near one end of the rack, I noticed a group of more steamy titles, then a set in foreign languages. 

"We go for some romantic and sizzling titles at times," Carl explained. 

"Nothing wrong with that," I replied. "I've seen several of these. Sharon Stone is hot. I wish sex on film was more common and natural in America." 

"Oh, and why is that?" Danielle had wandered in, a glass of wine in her hand. 

"A lot of movies are about relationships, and sex is a big part of relationships. Why leave it out? Besides, it's fun to watch." 

"Ah-hah, the real motivation emerges." 

"And you're above such coarse temptations?" 

"Carl uses these to get me all hot and bothered. He's a very happy man when he does." Danielle wasn't backing down. 

"Exactly," I replied. "America needs more hot and bothered women." 

Carl and Danielle burst out laughing. 

That conversation broke the ice, and Carl and Danielle opened up to me about their sex life. I learned that they kept a private stash of erotic videos. They loaned me one as I was going home one evening. 

"Better have a towel handy. I can't watch this without cumming at least twice," Danielle instructed as I walked out the door. 

Carl just nodded. "She's a keeper," he said, draping an arm around his wife. 

I stopped by the next morning. 

"I came twice last night and once this morning. I need to get this thing out of my sight before I hurt myself." 

Carl laughed. Danielle looked at me inquisitively. 

"What made it so hot for you?" 

"They were in love, and really cared for each other. Most porn is too impersonal and mechanical. This was romantic and intense. They were both so...committed? abandoned? I don't know how to say it, but it was incredibly hot. Where did you get that? I haven't seen anything like it." 

"A friend," Carl explained. "There's a couple of private clubs around that believe people should have sex education that's affirmative, romantic, and instructive. Most of us learn by fumbling our way through it. Why leave something so important to chance?" 

"Totally," I agreed. "If you want to be good at golf, you take golf lessons. If you want to be good at making love, you're kind of on your own." 

"At least practicing is fun," Danielle offered, and we all laughed. 

Over the next couple of weeks, they offered me a couple more videos. "Our price is that you have to tell us what you like about each one," Danielle said. 

I did. I also learned that the club requested that people keep the videos on disc, so they wouldn't migrate to the internet. 

"They don't sell these discs, so there's minimum regulation or legal exposure involved. The couples are real. They're not ashamed, but things can sometimes turn ugly when bigoted people get involved. So they keep it to a club of like-minded people. We're kind of associate members, who watch the discs but haven't contributed anything yet. Haven't found the guts so far." 

"I can see that. Its a big step." 

"So what did you like about this one?" Danielle inquired. 

"I really get off watching a women orgasm. And I like them unafraid to get what they want. So when she reached down to play with herself while she was riding him, it got to me. She came hard, and so did I." 

"We both like that part," Carl said. 

"Go on. You know you want to say it," Danielle prodded. 

"Danielle learned a trick or two from that video." 

I looked at Danielle, who flushed. So did I. My cock was tenting my shorts. There was nothing I could do about it. 

"Alright. Enough spilling about my sex life. Let's get back to making dinner." 

We all pitched in and enjoyed the rest of the evening, but there was a sexual undertone in the room. Carl saw me to the door, and I stopped on the way out. 

"Danielle is amazing. You're lucky to have her." 

"Don't I know it. I think I'm getting lucky in a few minutes." 

"Enjoy." 

I walked over to my place and could almost feel the romantic waves coming off their house. 

A few days later, Carl stopped by for a beer. We were on my back deck, looking over the view. 

"Do you mind if I ask something personal?" he asked. 

"I've already admitted I jack off to videos from my neighbors, so I'm probably okay with it." 

"Well this is something like that. I've told you that we haven't made a video for the club. But we've both admitted we like showing off. We just want it to be more discreet right now. Danielle suggested I ask you if you want to be the audience." 

"Are you serious? That would be fucking volcanic. You sure you're okay with that?" 

Carl laughed. "Yeah. I know Dani's hot. I kind of like it when other men admire her. We both trust you." 

"You're on, then." 

Carl got up to go. "We figured that you'd say yes. Why don't you come over for dinner and a show Saturday night?" 

"I'll be there." 

"One more thing. Danielle said that seeing a body like hers, you'll want to play with yourself. It's okay. In fact, we expect you to." 

I felt my face getting hot. "Ummm, thanks Carl." 

He laughed and clapped me on the shoulder on his way out. 

Saturday evening, we enjoyed a great dinner with a sense of anticipation in the air. Danielle wore a shirt and skirt that were sexy without being revealing. She and Carl rubbed against each other whenever they had a chance. 

After we had cleared the plates, they brought out a couple of sheets. 

"This might keep the furniture a little cleaner, don't you think?" Danielle teased as she threw me a sheet for the chair. 

We sat down, and they started making out. Instantly, I felt heat all over my skin, and my cock jolted in my shorts. I had seen many couples making out before, but I knew where this was headed. Carl feathered Danielle's long brunette hair through his fingers as he tenderly explored her lips. She sighed in appreciation. 

Soon, his hands started roaming her body, and she sensuously writhed to his touch. When he cupped her breasts, it hit me that this was the most intimate thing I had ever seen with my own eyes. Danielle pulled Carl's head tight and shoved her tongue deep into his mouth. 

Carl's hands wandered to the hem of her shirt, and she raised her arms so he could pull it off her. Her tight abdomen revealed itself, then the swell of her breasts encased in a sheer, black bra. The shirt came off and she leaned back again, ready for his hands to roam. 

My eyes eagerly devoured Dani's body. Her breasts were fantastic, straining at the sheer material. Her dark areola showed through, but the best part was her rigid nipples that forced the stretchy cloth to conform around them. It wasn't long before Carl's hands found them, twisting at the hard nubs and causing Danielle to moan in pleasure. 

Soon, he was working the bra clasp, and her breasts tumbled free. Oh man, Dani was hot. Her breasts sat proud on her chest, and her nipples could cut glass. This show was turning her on. 

Carl's fingers ranged over her sensitive breasts, no doubt stimulating her erogenous zones that he had discovered over many years of exploring. Danielle continued to encourage him with her gasps and sighs. 

Carl's lips traced down Dani's jawline to her throat, and she moaned in submission. Clearly, she was sensitive there. His fingers closed over a nipple as he nuzzled her neck. Danielle twisted under him, lost in a world of sensation. Her legs parted slightly, and I could just see the signs of a grinding motion in her hips. 

A wave of warmth suffused my body. When making love myself, my passion closely followed my partner's. Now that I was watching, the same thing happened with Danielle. She was in full heat, and my nervous system responded over every inch of my body. 

Carl's hands ranged down to her hips, and she lifted up to allow him to work the skirt off. He got it off her and went back to work. His head ranged down her chest, and after a period of teasing, he closed his lips over a nipple. 

"Yesss," Dani encouraged. One of Carl's hands wandered down to roam over her legs, caressing and gently teasing them apart. Then his fingers stopped and moved up to the hem of her panties. 

I held my breath. Was Dani really going to let him take them off? Her hips raised off the sofa, and I got my answer. Carl pulled the sheer material off her legs, and then pushed them apart, hooking a knee over the arm of the sofa. 

Dani moaned as her hot, wet sex opened to my gaze. Carl knew his wife's hot buttons, and being the naked center of attention was one of them. She had shaved herself bare, so nothing was hidden. Swollen outer lips cradled an inner set glistening with arousal. The flushed hood of her clit completed the picture. 

I felt another wave of heat as Dani's passion washed over me. I got a lesson in the power of clothing as the mismatch amplified the erotic energy. On the one hand, Danielle was in the submissive role, completely naked and open to two men's gaze. On the other hand, she was the one being pleasured, like a queen with erotic courtiers to service her. 

Carl's lips made love to her nipples as his hands roamed downward again. They teased all around her pussy, making her squirm but never going further. Finally, Carl kissed his way down her abdomen, then he shifted to his knees in front of her. Danielle smiled because she knew she was about to be the object of some serious pussy worship. 

Carl nuzzled his way in, kissing up Dani's thighs, causing her to squirm and shudder. Then he grazed her lower lips, and she lolled her head back, lost in the sensations. Carl took his time getting her warmed up. Finally, he moved higher to lash her clit. Dani's head snapped down, and her eyes caught mine. They were intoxicated with lust, and they pulled me into her world, stripped of everything but boundless pleasure. 

Satisfied that I was ranging along with her, she dropped her eyes down to Carl's busy tongue and watched him take her to orgasm. Her body writhed under him, her muscles tensing like a coiled spring. Her breath came in gasps until she held it, straining to the breaking point. She squeezed her eyes shut and then exploded, groaning in relief as waves of pleasure rolled through her body. 

I watched, spellbound, and felt responsive waves of icy heat wash beneath my skin. Dani's orgasm had connected to me in some way. It was so real and so powerful-just like she was in my arms, and I was completely present with her experience. 

Carl sustained her through the afterglow, lightly caressing her pussy with his tongue. I watched her body purr like a cat as she experienced a prolonged journey back to earth. When she recovered, she pulled Carl up for a kiss, then set him down and straddled his lap. Between kisses, she unbuttoned, unzipped, and undid her way through his clothing, finally leaving him naked with his cock waving in the air. 

Back astride him, she twisted her hips and ground her pussy along his cock. My breath caught in my throat. Even though they had invited me to watch them have sex, it was still hard to believe that they were really going to do it in front of me. With a start, I realized that I had been rubbing my cock through my jeans. With the volcanic scene in front of me, I decided to give my aching member some relief and quietly worked the zipper down. I slid my jeans and boxers over my hips and lightly encircled my raging hard-on. 

Using some sixth sense, Danielle chose that moment to turn her head and look at me. 

"Yes, Bruce, get yourself off!" she hissed. She grabbed Carl's cock, placed it at her opening, and sensuously sank down, slinking her body over him while she latched her lips onto his. 

No longer worried about being quiet, I kicked my shoes off and pulled my jeans over my feet, my eyes never leaving the scene in front of me. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, knowing that I would soon be spurting all over my chest. 

Danielle continued her erotic dance in Carl's lap. His hands glided over her body, stroking all the sensitive spots that take years to understand fully. They connected at so many levels: man to woman, lover to beloved, soul to soul, husband to wife. They made love with tenderness and passion, but also with a blazing intensity that radiated over to me. My skin sizzled in response, and my body learned a lesson in lovemaking that would guide me far into the future. 

Danielle reveled in every drop of sensation. Her breasts dragged along Carl's chest, her body shivered in his hands, her pussy squeezed and bathed his cock, and her lips expressed everything with his. When she sensed Carl getting closer, she guided a hand down her side and between her legs. My cock jolted to see her get what she wanted. 

Their passion connected completely to me. With great effort, Dani kept her pace moderate, stretching out the tension for all of us. Carl's body stiffened under her while his breathing came in labored gasps. He kept going higher until he crushed her body to his and howled into her mouth. His hips jerked with each shot into her body, and his moans were those of everlasting gratitude. Danielle rode out his orgasm, capturing every bit of her lover's pleasure, then she leaned back and went to work on her pussy, her fingers a blur between her legs. Carl's fingers latched onto her extended nipples, and he twisted firmly. Danielle's body jerked in response, and she let out a shuddering moan. 

With a few more grinds into Carl's lap, she threw her head back and yelled out as the spasms wracked her body. At that moment, the semen pooling in my balls erupted, and I howled out my release as jets of cum shot over my chest. Icy fire washed over me, shooting all the way to my toes. It was more than an epic orgasm; it was a deep connection that would change my ideas of love forever. 

We all returned to earth, and Carl and Danielle gently kissed their mutual love and appreciation to each other. She eventually rose off his lap and settled beside him, her lips still deeply connected to his. Finally, their lips separated, and they both looked over to me. 

I wondered if there would be some awkwardness at this point, but their happy, sated, caring looks dispelled any concern. 

"Bruce, thank you for sharing that with us," Danielle said. 

"I don't think you should be thanking me. That was amazing; loving, tender, passionate, but also unbelievably hot. I learned a few things about making love watching you two." 

"Maybe you can show us what you learned sometime?" Carl asked. 

"I'd love to, but I have to find a girlfriend first." 

"Just let the waves coming off of you now be more a part of what you share with others. Women will notice; trust me," Danielle continued. 

And somehow, my body absorbed that lesson, and it was reinforced in the coming months as Carl and Danielle invited me over every two or three weeks to share in their lovemaking. I saw them in every position and every relationship to each other. Both of them were not only comfortable, but truly enjoyed the interplay of mutual aggressive and passive roles. Their mutual confidence rubbed off on me, and I became more relaxed and natural in my interactions with women. Just as important, watching them together sensitized me to the signals that passed between them, and I started to notice those signals flashing in my own life as well. 

When I got the invitation to the party hosted by an acquaintance, I figured I could put those new skills to good use. 

Her eyes caught mine for a brief second across the room, then returned to her group. I hadn't seen her before, but this was a party where I only knew a few people. I checked her out. She stood tall and confident, with sleek black hair. Her athletic build rose up to an exotic face, with what looked like some Asian ancestry in her features and coloring. My breath caught in my throat; I was captivated. 

"Do you know who that tall, black-haired lady is?" I asked my group. 

"You mean Michelle?" one of my female friends replied, looking over. "She's caught your eye?" 

"Yes, she has." 

"She's quite a catch. Besides beautiful, she's extremely smart, accomplished, and in possession of a wicked sense of humor. She consults for several businesses in town and is in high demand. She's also very perceptive," my friend added, changing tone. "She knows we're talking about her. Also, did you notice her foot pointed right at us? You might have caught her attention as well. Shall I introduce you?" 

"I would be in your debt." 

"If I can get you connected with Michelle, I'll have to think about what you owe me. It will be big." The other members of our circle laughed. 

"Let's see what we can do," she said, steering me over. Michelle looked up with an amused expression as we walked up, like she knew what we had been talking about. 

"Michelle, I'd like you to meet Bruce Tanner. I think you both share an interest in running and other outdoor pursuits, so I thought you could bore each other about shoes or wicking fabrics or some such nonsense." 

Michelle and her group laughed. 

"Pleasure to meet you, Bruce. Let me introduce you to the rest of our group here, so you have a little more to talk about than sweat." 

We all laughed again, and Michelle effortlessly integrated me into the group and the conversation. I caught a few more signals she sent my way, and I returned some of my own. Everything I saw in her continued to attract me. 

One by one, our group diminished until it was just Michelle and me. We continued an animated conversation, and suddenly I realized that a lot of time had passed. 

"Michelle, I feel like I'm violating the first rule of parties by hogging your attention and failing to mingle. Would you like to continue this conversation over dinner one evening?" 

"I'd love to, Bruce. Let's exchange numbers." 

We did and reluctantly separated. Later that evening, the friend who introduced me found me again. 

"How did my introduction go?" 

"Well enough that as a gentleman, I'm now on a news blackout." 

We both laughed, and a sixth sense told me to look up. Michelle winked and returned her attention to her group. 

Of course, I called the next day. I described some plans for dinner next weekend, and Michelle eagerly accepted. 

"By the way, I heard about your 'news blackout' policy. I'm flattered and impressed." 

"Let me know how you want me to handle that in the future. I'm certainly not ashamed to go out with you, but I tend to follow the lady's lead in sharing these type of things." 

"Follow my lead, huh? And where else can I get you to follow my lead?" 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" 

We both laughed. 

Dinner that weekend turned into another date, which led to yet another. We made love for the first time, and Michelle impressed as much in bed as she did out of it. After dinner at her place one evening, she looked up. 




Friendly Neighbors



"Perhaps it is time for a news release about the two of us? I've got some very inquisitive friends." 

"Probably a good idea to address the rumors." 

"Would I be too bold if I described you as my boyfriend?" 

Michelle's light, easy banter almost had me fooled, but I could feel her attention on me like a searchlight. 

"I think that describes things perfectly, girlfriend." I got up and reached for Michelle's hand. We didn't separate until next morning. 

Over the next several months, Michelle and I grew close. I still saw Danielle and Carl, but not so intimately as before. 

"I'm getting involved with a very perceptive lady," I told them soon after my first date with Michelle. "I think it's better if I'm not making any awkward explanations." 

"We completely understand and would expect nothing else. Even if we are a little disappointed," Danielle said with a wink. 

"If the vibe is right, we'd love to meet this mystery lady who's captured your attention. Dani, is it safe to say they have an open invitation to dinner?" 

"Anytime." 

I did bring Michelle over for dinner, and she liked my neighbors. We had them over to my place as well. 

One weekday I was over at Danielle and Carl's to visit. 

"Would it be okay to tell Michelle about the private shows you gave me? She's so observant, I have a feeling she'll guess we're pretty close." 

"Yes, you can, Bruce. I think you're right about Michelle. I trust her. And if she's interested, we might be able to arrange an encore?" She looked at Carl. 

"Oh, yeah. And if Michelle wants to get naked, I'm sure I would be okay with that." 

"The real motivation comes out," Danielle said, rolling her eyes. "By the way, Bruce, you've picked well with Michelle. She's beautiful, vibrant, fun, and crazy about you. I can feel her glow around you." 

"I'm a lucky guy. Maybe as lucky as Carl." 

"Why you silver-tongued devil!" Danielle said, throwing her arms around me for a hug. 

I waited for the right mood to share my story with Michelle. It didn't take long. I found that she was adventurous in bed as she got to know me better and learned to trust me. 

"This is a game of 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,'" she said one evening. She had confessed to wanting to be tied up, and I had used some neckties to restrain her spread-eagled on the bed. Her body had vibrated in anticipation and tension as I teased, and she came hard several times, writhing on my tongue and around my straining cock. 

"Maybe it's time to tell you a story from my recent past. The fantasy will come with it." 

"Do tell." Her voice had a wicked edge to it. Always a good sign. 

"You know Danielle and Carl, right? Let's just say that I've seen them in some fairly intimate situations." 

Michelle's pupils dilated. "You mean...?" 

"Yeah. Full-out lovemaking. Several times. I masturbated while I watched. It was incredibly hot. They got off on it too." 

"Oh my God," she whispered, trembling. 

"After I asked you out that first time, I told them I had better stop. You're so perceptive, I figured you would pick up on something and that would be a bit awkward to explain." 

"I knew you were close to them. But I didn't suspect that," she said with a giggle. "So what's the fantasy?" she asked in a knowing voice. 

"I think you may have an idea. They miss their starring roles, and they've invited the two of us to a private show anytime we're interested." 

"Oh my God," Michelle repeated, her voice throaty with passion. She jumped up like a woman who hadn't had sex in years, pinned me down, stuffed me inside her, and rode the daylights out of me. I was swept along by her passion and came hard when she shrieked above me. She collapsed over me, completely worn out. 

"I think you have your answer," she whispered in my ear before falling asleep right where she was. 

Carl and Danielle were more than happy to invite us over to dinner "and a little entertainment" the next weekend. I picked Michelle up, and she buzzed with excitement. 

"I can't believe we're doing this." 

"Sounds like my fantasy is working into you." 

"Oh yeah. I played with myself thinking about this." 

"Don't ever change, my wicked little girlfriend. We are going to work out together." 

In answer, I got a tight squeeze on my arm. 

Danielle and Carl put us at ease for dinner, then they led us into their living room. Danielle turned to us. 

"Michelle, we are going to recreate our first time with Bruce. Please be completely comfortable. We kind of expect you two to slip away at some point to relieve some tension, so don't worry about that. But please stay as long as you like." 

"Thanks, Danielle. And thank you for doing this for Bruce and me." 

Danielle and Carl looked at each other and laughed. "Michelle," Danielle said, "we were happy to see Bruce meet such a great girlfriend, but we missed our performances. To find out the girlfriend's interested-that's a dream come true. Thank you." 

With that, she turned to Carl and leaned in for a long kiss. 

While the action in front of me was hot, my real interest was beside me. I held Michelle's hand, and so much of her emotions linked through it to me. She vibrated in tune with my neighbors' dance of seduction. When Carl moved to go down on Danielle, Michelle squeezed my hand tightly, her breath rapid and shallow. When Danielle threw her head back and came all over Carl's face, Michelle trembled like she was cumming herself. 

But that was nothing compared to what came next. Michelle was observant and sensitive, and the lovemaking held her spellbound. I could feel her absorbing everything, her body responding at so many levels. With a start, I realized that she was also responding to me. A chill washed over me, and it started a spiral of positive feedback between Michelle and me. We literally vibrated together, and when Carl and Dani reached their peak, we held our breath so long I thought we would both pass out. 

When Danielle finally climbed down from Carl's lap and settled beside him, she looked over and locked eyes with Michelle. I could sense a lot of things going back and forth at blistering speed. Suddenly Michelle stood up and pulled firmly on my hand. 

"Come on." 

She dragged me out of the house, her steps quickening as we got closer to mine. Michelle impatiently waited for me to get the door open, then she resumed dragging me to the bedroom. She pushed me down onto the bed, then straddled me and locked eyes with mine. 

Michelle's eyes communicated an infinity of emotions. Their intensity blazed into me, and they opened all my carefully locked doors just as a fire opens even the most secure building. I was only dimly aware of what went back and forth, but a few things stood out: 

I was Michelle's forever. 

She was mine. 

We both wanted a relationship as close and caring as what we had just witnessed. 

Michelle's eyes grew closer, and closer, until they filled my world. I felt her lips touch mine just as I lost focus, and we connected in a new way through our touch. Michelle then led me through the most romantic, erotic, and spiritual experience of my life. She remained above me while we kissed, caressed, and undressed, her whimpers and moans commanding me to touch her everywhere and make her mine. 

Eventually she shuffled forward and rode my face to the peak of tension, her body wound to the breaking point. She came with a cry of utter submission to the erotic energy coursing through her, waves of tension and release crashing through her frame. I had never felt her this vulnerable; this open. 

When she recovered, she shifted back and engulfed my raging cock in the furnace of her pussy. We locked eyes again while we rocked into each other, more messages flashing back and forth. At some hidden invitation, my hands reached up to massage her quivering breasts and roll the engorged nipples. Her hand snaked down between her legs, and we journeyed together to the peak of ecstasy, our bodies so connected that we leapt off the cliff together. I don't know how to describe what happened, other than to say that it was as big and timeless as the universe. 

We slowly returned to earth, the spiritual connection transforming into one of joy and happiness. We smiled and laughed together, buoyed by what we had shared. Finally, Michelle sank down and relaxed on top of me, exhausted by the magnitude of the experience. We both fell asleep, but our souls used the lowered defenses to continue their communion. 

I woke up wondering what other secrets I had given away. Michelle's mischievous eyes told me that I had shared a lot. She winked and trailed kisses down to my groin, inhaling my cock and working it back to life. 

Then she rolled back onto the sheets and pulled me between her legs. She positioned me, and I sank into her. We made passionate but unhurried love. Michelle played with herself the entire time, arching her back through one orgasm and just powering right through to ride along with me. Having orgasmed already this evening, I could relax and let my body respond to everything. There's nothing like having a beautiful, passionate woman writhing below you, not afraid to play with herself and pull at her straining nipples. I let her second orgasm carry me along, and I howled out my release as I blasted into her. 

After coming back down a second time, it was my turn to collapse beside her. She turned away and snuggled back into me, pulling my arm tightly across her chest. We slept deeply until morning, never moving from our embrace. 

I woke to feel her grinding back into me, and she guided my hand to her breasts. I warmed her up from behind, then she lifted a leg and guided me into her dripping pussy. She braced her foot on my calf and used the leverage to twist and ripple on my cock. Her arm snuck between her legs, and her moans urged me along, faster and harder. 

Soon I was slapping my hips into her ass while she dropped down to meet me. Michelle was wantonly splayed open, every cell of her body saying take me with abandon. I rolled her fat nipple hard, encouraged by lusty sighs. I had never felt her so open and unreserved. 

Only the passion of last night allowed me to last through such an erotic experience. I tuned into Michelle and let her take me along. When she tensed up to cum, my body sizzled with erotic energy. Her shriek of release hurled me over the edge, and I slammed my hips into her and held on while I shot and shot. Oh, man, did it feel good. 

I nuzzled into her neck during the afterglow, while she soothed her pussy with gentle motions of her hand. 

"I won't be able to walk right for a week," she said, "but I needed that. I had some serious lust left over from last night." 

"Always ready to help a lady out in the lust department." 

"Yeah, I'm guessing that was the real purpose of your little fantasy last night. Perhaps you got more than you bargained for?" 

"Just a bit. First I had some sort of spiritual communion and gave away all my secrets. Then I had a lesson in deeply romantic lovemaking. Finally, I got what I came for: a wanton woman abandoned to lust." 

Michelle chuckled. "Should we try it again sometime to see if we can get it right?" 

I gave her a squeeze. "If that's the way we get it wrong, I'm willing to take the risk." 

"Oh, I already know that. You gave away all your secrets, remember?" She paused to let that sink in, then sighed happily. "But it's still wonderful to hear." 

Michelle and I did try "to get it right" a few more times, and we saw Danielle and Carl in several aspects of their sexual relationship. Michelle became more bold, taking my hand and pulling it between her legs "to soothe her aching kitty" as she put it. One evening, Carl was pounding into Danielle from behind, and Michelle was deep into the lust zone. Sensing the mood was right, I plunged my fingers under her skirt and panties to find her sopping pussy. Michelle stifled a moan and arched into my hand, driving her prominent clit into my fingers. I worked her to the edge of orgasm, her face hot and flushed. 

Danielle, with her ever-present sixth sense, choose that moment to turn her head and look right at us. 

Michelle reacted strongly, throwing her head back and cumming hard on my hand. She didn't even try to stifle her cries, and the sounds threw Danielle and Carl into their own peak of pleasure. When she had barely recovered, Michelle dragged me up without a word and yanked me along behind her to my house. Inside, she threw me on the bed and fucked the daylights out of me, panting hard and urging me to cream her pussy. I came hard, and she never stopped, confident that her lust could carry me along for another. I was amazed how soon I came again. Maybe it was the love goddess astride my hips, who was in some sort of divine sexual ecstasy. 

After that night, I should have seen it coming, but Michelle was as sly and devious as a fox. She chastised me for not doing enough to repay Danielle and Carl for all the great meals at their place, and that she was going to fix it by having them over herself. Of course, I was expected to help, and she gave me a list of items to bring, and a set of chopping and cooking chores to keep me busy. The time flew, and we just had things ready when the doorbell rang. Michelle directed the evening, and I stayed busy helping with each course and keeping wine glasses filled. We moved to the living room for dessert, and we kept up a lively conversation. Michelle and I cleared the plates and sat back down to continue the evening. 

"Michelle, you have a lovely place. May I asked how many bedrooms?" 

"Of course, Danielle. It has two master bedrooms, so it can be shared by roommates if desired. But why don't I just show you? Come on, I'll give everyone the nickel tour." 

We all got up and toured her place, checking out the second bedroom, "Perfect for my parents," before moving to Michelle's own room. 

"What a fantastic chaise lounge," Danielle exclaimed. "May I try it?" 

"Of course. I use it for reading on rainy days. Its very comfortable." 

Michelle briefly caught my eye. She and I had used that lounge for more than reading. 

Danielle made a big show of fawning over the sofa. "Come here, Carl, you need to try this out. We need one of these." 

"Thanks, Michelle. Just what I need-my wife getting expensive ideas." 

They fussed and bantered with each other, and I chuckled to watch Carl act uninterested as Danielle directed him to try all the sitting and reclining positions on the sofa. 

So when the kiss brushed the back of my neck, I was completely unprepared. Carl and Danielle looked up-the mock argument blowing away like mist in the wind-as a pair of hands encircled my waist from behind and the lips kissed again. 

Several seconds passed, my body stunned, while everything dropped into place. My devious girlfriend-your future wife, idiot-had conned me big time, even getting my neighbors in on the act. 

Even better, she had maneuvered me to the center of attention. She got to hide behind me while she put me on display. 

Have I mentioned that I really like women who have a naughty, mischievous side? I fell in love with Michelle all over again when I realized how wicked she could be. My cock instantly hardened and my skin sizzled. Of course, Michelle picked up on the change, and her hands ranged freely over my body, from my chest to my ass. Her breasts pressed into my back as she rubbed her body over mine, amping up her passion level as well. 

With nowhere else for my eyes to go, I was forced to look at the couple watching from the lounge. Danielle smiled back, her collusion in this plot written all over her face. Carl had a complex set of emotions playing across his features: empathy for my condition; appreciation that I was a really lucky guy; and hunger to see us in a more intimate way. 

I let Michelle enjoy her victory and play my body any way she wanted. Once again, some sort of sixth sense told me I was doing exactly the right thing, and that I was the perfect man for her. 

Her fingers ranged to the buttons of my shirt, and she slowly, teasingly unbuttoned each one. Her lips continued their exploration of my neck, finding all the erogenous places she had learned over the months with me. She pulled the garment off and reveled in the new expanse of skin to caress. 

After a long session playing with my upper body, her fingers closed over my waistline, unbuckling my belt and working the button of my pants loose. Next my zipper slid down, more slowly than it ever had before. I kicked my shoes off so she could work the pants over my feet, and then I was left with only my boxers tenting over my rampant erection. Soon those disappeared as well, and Dani and Carl got to watch Michelle tease my aching cock, one hand sending sparks along my length while the other caressed my ass and balls from behind. 

I let Michelle play me as long as she wanted, then I felt a subtle shift in her stance. Finally! I turned, encircled her waist, and fell headlong into the impulse welling up from my heart. When I looked into her eyes, hers widened in shock. My heart used the opening to pierce her defenses and commune with her directly, while my neighbors watched everything. Emotions can be far more naked than mere nudity, and I put us both on display. 

Many things passed between us, and when Michelle's lips twitched up into a smile, I leaned in and fastened my lips to hers. Now, it was my turn to tease, caress, and undress her, revealing the treasures hidden under her summer dress. 

When I lifted the garment over her outstretched arms, I heard the gasp from my neighbors. Michelle stood in a sheer black bra and panties, her exotic skin glowing in contrast. Her breasts strained under the cups, and her nipples threatened to pierce the material. 

I let my hands roam her body, stimulating all the sensitive spots I knew well while my lips did the same over her face and neck. When my fingers unhooked the clasp of her bra, I could feel my neighbors holding their breath. 

They gasped again when the cups fell away. Michelle's breasts were pebbled with anticipation and desire, her chest heaving underneath. Her long, fat nipples could cut glass. I trailed my lips over her chest, feeling the firm mounds quiver under my touch. My hands ranged to her waist and slid under the hem of her panties. When I worked the material down, I heard the sighs of appreciation from both Danielle and Carl. 

Michelle's pussy was simply beautiful, and I wanted her on display. Her fine patch of pubic hair naturally tapered off right above her folds, so that nothing was hidden. Her outer lips swelled with desire, and the deep pink inner lips peeked out, hinting at the treasures hidden inside. 

My lips ranged back up her body to fasten again to hers, while my hands sampled her secrets. Lots more time with her chest and nipples, then a long session feeling up her ass. The toned, runner's muscles rippled under her skin as she shifted her stance in tune to the erotic song playing through her body. 

Finally, I gently guided her back to the bed. We pulled the covers down together, then I draped her across the sheets. She raised her legs in invitation, and I moved between them, looking down at the woman of my dreams. We kissed again, in no hurry to rush the romantic pace. 

Then, I turned the tables. With a wicked wink, I worked my lips down Michelle's neck and on toward her breasts. I was going to put her at the center of attention, with no choice but to reveal how her body responded to pleasure. She sighed, resigned to her fate, and let me take her along. 

I lavished attention on her nipples, then moved further down. The scent of hot pussy flooded my nose, and Michelle squirmed under my teasing tongue. I gave her everything but what she wanted. Eventually, I worked over to her pussy, stimulating the lower lips before finally moving to her clit. 




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Michelle bucked and strained under my tongue and then tensed her entire body, bowing her back off the sheets. She came with a yell, hard, and then whimpered her way back down, collapsing onto the bed. She gave my neighbors a spectacular display. 

After a short rest, she tugged me up and pulled my lips to hers for a long, deep kiss. Her hand wormed between us, and she lined me up and then pulled my ass down with her legs, driving my cock into her. I chuckled to myself to see her want to share the sexual limelight. 

I pulled back and looked into her eyes. Now it was my turn to strain as she used all her tricks to make me cum quickly. I projected all my focus onto her, and resisted my wicked girlfriend as long as I could. When she saw I was on a one-way journey, she smiled, and slid her hand between us to take herself along as well. 

I couldn't believe that Michelle was playing with herself in front of my neighbors, but she did. Soon we both tensed, and I squeezed the pressure back. Just a little bit more, then a sharp cry as my world shattered. I sprayed shot after shot into Michelle's convulsing pussy, and I saw her fall into another tremendous orgasm before I closed my eyes and rode out all the dimensions of my own. Simply incredible. 

Michelle and I gently returned to earth, kissing and sharing the experience through our eyes. When the time was right, I rolled off her and eased myself onto the bed. Michelle rolled into me and cuddled. 

"Michelle, thank you and Bruce for that unforgettable experience. We're going to adjourn to our room and work off a little tension. Thanks again for having us sleep over." 

"You're so welcome, Carl. Please treat my home as yours, okay?" Michelle squeezed my hand, pleased that she had surprised me again. 

"We fully intend to." 

When they had left, Michelle turned to me.. 

"Maybe the sounds of their lovemaking will inspire us again?" 

"You're on, sweetheart." 

We could already hear them in the next room. 

"Next time, maybe we'll do it together." 

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Real estate tycoon David Aaron had a son who had fallen on hard times. When Jesse's mother passed away unexpectedly, the boy had taken it hard. He and David's late wife had always been close. Growing up, Gloria Aaron had always been there for her son while David was busy earning the fortune that would sustain them later in life. David did not neglect his children and made sure that they had everything they would need - save for enough of his too-precious time. His older children emerged with few battle scars, but the same could not be said for Jesse. His mother had to be there to pick up the pieces and when she passed away a few days after Jesse's 17th birthday, he was devastated. David and his older children did the best that they could for Jesse, but he fell through the cracks. The once-thriving, promising young student fell in with a bad crowd. By the time the formerly-healthy young man turned 21, he was a full-fledged drug addict with a horrific addiction to heroin. As the scion of a wealthy family, the drug was easy to obtain - too easy. Jesse's siblings did as much as they could and David came home and abandoned his pursuits of wealth for a time. He knew the value of money, although he valued family far, far more. He had already lost the love of his life before she had even reached the age of 40. He was not going to allow his youngest child to be swept away on the wings of addiction.

He took a leave of absence, with the Board of Directors threatening to replace him. David took a firm stance and countered their threat. Should they dare to make such a move, he would pull all of his funding from several large projects. This threat was tantamount to his saying those projects would never reach fruition and he knew he had them in his cross hairs. They backed off and allowed him to institute proxies in his stead until such time as he could return to the businesses he ran so competently.

David got his son into a treatment facility, a very good one. He got daily therapy and Jesse began to respond. It helped enormously for him to have his father in his corner, with the added support of his siblings, their spouses and his nieces and nephews. While it time for heroin's grip of Jesse to loosen, all could see that he was turning things around. The only fear was that once Jesse found himself with too much time on his hands, he would slip back into the deadly pattern of addiction. Jesse's therapist suggested to his family that they find him something to do, some kind of purpose to his life. Unlike his older brother, the strict regimen of military life would not work for Jesse. He did need structure, but a structure of his own making and not one that he would rebel at. Military life for the young man would chafe and he would need something of his own. An accomplishment that would enable the young man in recovery to prove he yet had something to offer the world.

A bit of serendipity happened to fall in Jesse's lap due to one of his father's older business deals. A grouping of apartment / brownstones lost their superintendent. Her family had fallen on difficult times back in North Carolina and Eugenia had to return to them. Most of the other tenants were too new or too young for David to consider offering them the job of taking care of the buildings. However, it would prove to be a golden opportunity for Jesse. He would have a job that wasn't complicated, it would afford him some spare time in which he could return to school at nights and also, an apartment of his own to live in, albeit one in which his family could check in on him from afar. All that remained was for the family to convince Jesse to accept the opportunity placed in front of him.

It actually took very little convincing on their part. Before he had fallen prey to the lure of drugs and addiction, Jesse had been a highly-motivated young man. He had always wanted to make his mother proud of him, his father too, to a lesser extent. He saw this as an opportunity to rebuild and eagerly accepted the second chance he was afforded.

The first thing that Jesse did to ensure that he stayed clean was eliminate any and all of the old friends that had led him down that path. In his meetings, many of the others spoke of relapses. Jesse was determined that he himself would not have such a story. He wanted to ground himself in the real world. If a problem came up, he would address it in the right way and not by turning to drugs.

He spoke with his father and let David know that he didn't want any of his money. Jesse had a sizable trust fund that had been left to him by his mother. Jesse told David to invest the money and to appoint a trustee. He would work and earn his own salary by taking care of the building. He and his father agreed upon a reasonable salary for his efforts. It would be one that would allow him to maintain a nice living, but not the hedonistic, free-wheeling, drug-addled life he had led before.

He also knew that he would need to keep busy. By taking care of the building, he'd be able to do just that. So began the young man's road to redemption.

It did not take David Aaron a long time to see that he would soon have something to be very proud of in his newly-focused youngest son. Jesse devoted himself to the building and to the 30-odd tenants that occupied it. If he did reach out to his father, it was rarely for money. It was usually a request for assistance with something he was not qualified to handle himself, like plumbing or electrical work.

Chicago winters can be very brutal, so Jesse made sure that he was out there after each and every snowfall, making sure the walks were clear and that the parking lot was plowed promptly by the contractor he had hired to do so. If the contractor ran late, Jesse started shoveling the walks by himself. Several of the tenants were seniors and he didn't want any of them having accidents. Once David heard of this, he made sure that his son had a snow blower to make things easier on himself.

When spring rolled around, Jesse began puttering around the property. They had someone to cut the grass and do the major landscaping, but the young man liked working in the flower beds. David saw that his youngest son had inherited the Green Thumb possessed by his late mother. He was so proud of his son and how well he was doing. He praised the lad to his siblings and increased Jesse's salary, although not overtly. As it was still early in his son's recovery, he placed another few hundred in trust for Jesse every month. He had every confidence in the young man that he was on the true path to recovery, but he did have enough common sense not to dangle the temptation of extra money in front of Jesse's nose as this stage of the game.

Jesse was too focused on his responsibilities to think about his past addictive behavior. The closest he came to any form of relapse was an occasional beer and alcohol had never been his drug of choice. He'd always been able to have one or two beers and stop there. That pattern had not changed. Jesse believed that he had conquered his demons and they had not conquered him.

He was well liked by the tenants, the old and younger ones alike. A few of the seniors liked him and treated him almost as a grandson. If Jesse didn't feel like cooking a meal, he usually had at least 5 standing invitations to dinner. Many of the young married couples offered him meals as well. There were also a few young and attractive female tenants living in the complex. Some weren't exactly subtle in their hints to the young, strong, dark-haired superintendent that dinner might not be the only thing on the menu. Jesse didn't mind flirting with the single lady tenants, that was fun. He was sensible enough not to allow himself to indulge in any hanky-panky. It was far too early for him to consider a relationship; he needed more time to gain control of his own life. It wasn't the easiest decision for Jesse to make. Some of the young women were quite attractive, overly flirtatious and Jesse had been without female companionship for over a year.

One of his neighbors continued to insist on trying to fix him up with her granddaughter. "Val would love you to bits and she's such a sweet girl," Mrs. Norris continued to insist. "She's bright, articulate and funny and a wonderful cook - why won't you let me set it up between you two?"

Mrs. Norris was Jesse's favorite tenant. She was almost 80, but looked years younger. She and her family ran both a restaurant and a bakery and she still worked several days a week. She was always kind and thoughtful; she usually brought him a pastry of some sort every day. Had Jesse not worked so tirelessly, he might well have weighed 300 pounds. He was constantly running errands for the kind widow, feeding her cats when she was working and making sure her flower beds were watered. In fact, Mrs. Norris felt a great deal to Jesse like she was a part of his family. If he didn't see her for a day or two, he felt as if something was missing.

So when he didn't see her for a few days, he went looking. Mrs. Winston, one of the younger wives in the complex, had sad news for him. "She took a fall in the restaurant a couple of days ago," Leslie told the handsome super. "She'll be in the hospital for about a week, they just want to check to ensure that there is no neurological damage." Leslie was a nurse in the same hospital, so he relied on the nice, good natured blonde for updates on his favorite tenant. He realized that no one was feeding Pookie, Mrs. Norris' cat. A cat could go a few days without being fed, but it had been nearly 3 since his friend had been in the hospital. He took it upon himself to feed Pookie, change the litter box and to water the plants. Jesse knew that Mrs. Norris would not mind the intrusion as he had been in her apartment on several occasions. It was usually to make some small repairs and to share a cup of tea and a Danish or two - or three.

The last time Jesse went to check on Mrs. Norris' apartment, he got quite the surprise. He heard someone rumbling around in there and he knew that Mrs. Norris had no close friends who lived nearby or relatives. She had a few things that were worth some money, so Jesse prepared to find a burglar raiding the old lady's apartment. Steeling himself and holding a baseball bat, he entered the apartment and there was the surprise - albeit a rather pleasant one from all appearances.

Inside the apartment, holding a can of cat food, Jesse came upon a very attractive brunette. It was easy to see just how attractive she happened to be, because her skirt was short and her heels were very high. She had one of the most beautiful faces that Jesse had ever seen and the rest of her was equally lovely. The only problem was that Jesse still had no clue as to who she was. He knew only that she likely wasn't a burglar, because what kind of burglar takes the time to feed the cat? He made a coughing sound so that the young woman would see him standing there in the doorway. The young woman shrieked and dropped the can of cat food. That was no problem for Pookie, who promptly began cleaning up the spill.

"Who - who are you?" The young woman said nervously. "How did you get in here?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you those questions?" Jesse answered. "I'm the super of the building, I have a key and I came to water the plants and to feed Pookie while Mrs. Norris is recovering in the hospital."

Hearing those words seemed to calm the young woman down tremendously. "Oh, thank God," she said to Jesse as she picked up the can from the floor. "My Gran has some expensive stuff, I thought you might be a burglar. Hey, if you're the super, you must be that guy who has been so nice to Gran - the one she keeps trying to fix me up with. Wow, I should start listening to her advice," the girl said as she scanned Jesse quickly and smiled. "A nice guy and he's good looking, way to go, Gran!"

Now Jesse could ID the girl as well - she had to be Val, Mrs. Norris' granddaughter. He knew that the older women only had grandsons. He also found himself agreeing with the younger woman about listening to Mrs. Norris, as Val was quite the looker. A brunette with sensual almond eyes, terrific face, great legs - oh yeah, he would pay a lot of attention to Mrs. N the next time she wanted to set him up.

"I didn't think you lived close," Jesse recalled as he started helping her to clean up the mess and got water for the plants. He remembered that as being one of the "reasons" he had told Mrs. Norris that it likely wouldn't work out between the two of them.

"I don't live close. I live in North Carolina," Val smiled and lit up the room. "However, I don't have the kind of job where I have to account for myself, so the instant I heard Gran needed me, I hopped in a car and headed to Chicago."

Jesse was already impressed by the girl's beauty and now, he was equally impressed by her care for her grandmother. Someone this good-natured and beautiful was not someone he dared to let get away. He had to act - fast! "When did you arrive?" He approached the young brunette.

"Only about 30 minutes before you showed up," she answered with her million-gigawatt smile. "I haven't even unpacked my things, poor Pookie looked like she was starving."

Jesse smiled as he eyed the cat. "She always acts like she's starving," he laughed. "I fed her early this morning and she's scarfed it all down. So, would I be correct in assuming you haven't had dinner yet?"

"No, no, not yet," Val answered him with a slight smile. "Are you asking me to dinner?" Jesse nodded and her playful smile widened. "My, aren't you forward, asking out a girl you hardly know."

Jesse was about to answer with something flippant, but Val didn't give him the opportunity. "That's okay handsome, this girl likes a forward man. She also likes to eat - I'm a foodie. Is there a good steak house around here?"

With her slim figure, Jesse found it hard to believe that she could pack it away. He would soon learn otherwise. "This is Chicago, we like to eat," Jesse told Val. "There are several."

"You pick one, but let me treat," Val insisted. "It will be my way of saying thank you for being so nice to Gran." 

"Okay, let me check a few more things and I'll go home to shower and change," he said with a broad smile. One thing the modern-thinking young man had learned was not to go all macho when a lady offered to treat. He wouldn't object to a free meal and the odds of his getting a second date with Val increased a great deal if he didn't act like a horse's ass on the first one. The agreed on a time and Jesse rushed through his few chores so that he could shower, change and be back at the agreed-upon time. His dad had always valued punctuality and taught it to all of his children. Jesse hoped that Val would appreciate that quality in him. He also hoped she wouldn't mind his wearing a suit to dinner. As a larger man with a broad chest, he had always known a suit looked good on him. He wanted to put his best foot forward, which reminded him that his dress shoes needed a good shining. He set about polishing his shoes and hoped that he wouldn't come across as stuffy and old fashioned when he went to meet Val for dinner.

He needn't have worried. A few minutes before the arranged time, he arrived to pick up Val for their dinner date. In the pretty, short red dress, she had been sexy. In the dress she wore now, she had kicked it up a notch to "knockout". It was a shiny black cocktail dress and she had added black stiletto heels. Although she gave the illusion of being petite, Jesse had noticed when they were talking earlier that she came up just past his chest in her previous pair of heels. With the 5-inch stilettos, she could almost look him in the eye, making her around 5'8" or so. She had just said something to him, so he cleared the cobwebs from his head and tried to listen.

"Hello? Earth to handsome guy? I said that you're staring at me," Val smiled as she grabbed her purse.

"I'm sure you get that a lot," he replied to the stunning, leggy brunette. "You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen and I'm not just saying that to butter you up. Wow, that's how you look in that dress - just, well, you know, WOW!"

Val smiled and it just made Jesse feel like he had won the lottery. "Thank you," she told him as she linked her arm through his. "I wish my last boyfriend had been so complimentary and considerate. I'd go to the trouble of dressing up for dinner and - special occasions - and he barely noticed," she sighed. "A girl likes to know her efforts are appreciated."

"I don't know anything about your last boyfriend, although there is substantial evidence that he's an idiot," Jesse grinned as he opened the car door for the leggy brunette. She gave him a lovely display of those legs as she slid into the passenger seat. "If a girl goes to any sort of trouble, her date should say something complimentary. I wasn't sure that I should wear a suit, now I'm glad that I did."

"You shined your shoes, too," Val commented. "Some women don't notice those kinds of details, but I do."

Jesse was so happy that he almost felt as if he was floating on a cloud. On the way to the restaurant, he learned that Val - short for Valentina - was both a photographer and a portrait artist, quite successful in her field. She was a lively and animated conversationalist and wonderful company. As they neared the restaurant, Jesse found himself wishing he had taken Mrs. Norris up on her offer long ago. Every second he spent in Valentina's company was making him feel like the luckiest guy in all of Chicago.

Through the entirety of their meal, Valentina proved two things - she was a wonderful dinner companion and she had not exaggerated about her appetite! The girl could eat and they polished off an entire bottle of wine and a few drinks after as well. Even dessert was not refused and it was almost midnight when they left the restaurant. They decided that they should call a taxi as neither was sober enough to drive the short distance back to the brownstone. Jesse was most certainly not going to complain about sharing the back seat with the attractive, seductive young brunette.

Standing in the middle of her grandmother's residence, Valentina did what she had wanted to do all evening and since first meeting the handsome Jesse - she gave him a breath-taking kiss. "I really, really am attracted to you," she said after breaking their embrace. "It's just - well, it would be a bit weird if I did anything here in Gran's place."

"I completely understand," Jesse said with a smile as big as the sky. "Aren't we lucky that my place is only a few doors down from here?"

"Why Mister Jesse Aaron, are you trying to get me to your apartment so that we can do all sorts of naughty things?" Valentina said, her dark eyes shining playfully.

Sure that the sultry brunette was teasing him, Jesse smiled playfully as well. "I certainly am and if you have any extra ideas, I'd love to hear them," he said to Val.

"Just let me feed the cat," Valentina grinned as she walked towards the refrigerator. "I may not make it back here before the morning and we wouldn't want her to starve." Jesse had never before been this anxious to go back to his apartment. There was something about the leggy beauty that suggested this would not be an evening he would forget any time soon.

"I hope you can keep up with me," Val purred in his ear as they exited the apartment and went to Jesse's place. "I'm a very wild fuck!"

"I promise to give you my best work," Jesse kept up with the banter.

"Oh baby, you won't have to work," Val countered. "It's going to be all pleasure!"

Jesse didn't doubt that, not for an instant. As a matter of fact, he got proof of that the moment they entered his residence. Valentina did a brief little shimmy and her sexy black dress dropped to the floor. Now she was wearing slinky black lingerie, stockings and those amazing stiletto heels. She walked quickly to her attentive lover and kissed him with such passion that it made her previous kiss seem chaste.




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"A wild fuck, remember?" Valentina purred as she searched for the bedroom. Finding it, she walked away from him and cocked her head to one side. "You might want to set your coffee maker to brew us a pot for later on - we're going to need it."

Jesse didn't doubt that for an instant. He was certain that every moment he spent with Val was going to be the very definition of the word "ecstasy" and yet, he knew he would have a lot of work ahead of him, despite her assurances. You did not become so fortunate to bed someone like Valentina and then, just go through the motions. You considered each and every action and you paid careful attention. She would be the type of person to give clues as to what she liked.

Valentina stretched out on the bed and proudly displayed a body that she obviously worked hard to maintain. There wasn't a blemish on her skin and her face was beauty without a single flaw. She sat up as Jesse approached the bed and offered her lips for a kiss. Jesse took her face in his hands and gave her the best kiss he was possible of bestowing. It seemed to entice her further as her agile tongue joined with his and the pair fell back on the comfortable bed. Her arms went around his back and they tumbled together, still kissing as if their lives depended on it.

Jesse had never felt such an instant connection with anyone before. Valentina likely felt the same way, as she was offering something many men would have given weeks or months of their life to obtain. There was a chemistry between them that they both felt. Jesse knew that with someone as unique as Valentina, you didn't rush anything. You took your time so that you could appreciate the entire portrait and not just the scenery.

To that end, Jesse didn't just make moves to get Val naked so that they could have sex. He went over her body with deliberate, slow moves. He looked at her in the pretty lingerie and the heels she had worn for the effect. He removed them slowly and gave her a foot rub, which evidently pleased her from the sensual little moans she made. He took in the full scope of her beauty as he kissed her with precise little kisses that were intended to evoke her passions - and did so. Her manicured nails dug into his back as their embrace grew more torrid and their passions more heated.

"You - are incredible," Val gasped as the two lovers released each other for a brief moment. "Don't stop what you are doing!"

Jesse allowed himself a small-but-satisfied smirk. "I wasn't planning on stopping," he said as he positioned his brunette flame stretched out before him. He planned to treat her as a sexual buffet and act as a starving man. His lips touched her body everywhere as pieces of her dainty underwear were removed. Valentina offered no signs of protest, instead, her little cues indicated that she liked everything Jesse was doing to her. His mouth alit on several spots and it seemed to him that from her wet pussy to her stiff, peg-like nipples, every inch of Valentina was sexually charged.

He didn't stop, he continued with his manipulation of Val's sensual body. Her pussy was wet and sweet and tight, his fingering of her confirmed just how snug she was down there. His fingers moved in and out and her groans became louder and more guttural. Valentina was certainly proving to be the wild woman she had claimed to be.

"You great, big, wonderful fucker!" Valentina exclaimed as she sat up. "Okay baby, it's this girl's chance to show you what I can do. Let me help you off with your remaining clothes and then, let me at your cock!" She fumbled with Jesse's few items of clothing and let out a gasp. "Holy fuck!" Valentina said to him. "Is all that really you?"

Jesse had been told on previous occasions that he was hung, although he himself had no basis for comparison. He simply nodded and let Valentina fondle him for a few minutes so that she could judge just how she intended to handle his 9 inches of manhood. Once she made up her mind that she could deal with it, the leggy brunette got down to business. Valentina was a sexual diva who could easily bend a man to her will, but she didn't act that way with Jesse. Theirs was to be a relationship of give and take, so she accepted his thick cock in her mouth as she set about giving him the BJ of a lifetime. She even decided that she would swallow his spunk, something she rarely did. If he kept up the performance, the naughty brunette even toyed with the idea of letting him go in the back door.

Jesse thrilled to the terrific blowjob he was receiving from Val. She was practically worshiping his cock, her tongue trailed all over it from the base to the crown. When he felt himself about to cum, he tried to pull away. With fierce determination, his sexy lover took him balls deep and when the load exploded, she was there to capture it all. He looked into her dark brown eyes with admiration, as none of his previous girlfriends had been able to accomplish that.

The two lovers languished for a little while, although not as long as Val would have expected. It didn't take Jesse long to regain his stamina. He didn't even get a chance to ask for Valentina's opinion. She merely said "Pick a position and just make sure that you really give it to me - like a slut!" Jesse had already surmised that the slender brunette wasn't made from china, so he got in behind her as she got on all fours. He just eased in at first, but Val had made it clear she didn't want to be treated like some fragile little novice. Her guy had gotten the picture and it only took a few minutes before the virile Jesse was fucking Valentina in the proper spirit, with all of his lust behind him.

"Oh yeah, that's it baby, fuck me, fuck the pussy, fuck the hell out of my pussy!" Val screeched as Jesse pounded her from behind. While he was deep inside of her, his hands were not idle. He was fondling her tits and slapping her ass, he had picked up on the clues that she loved it a bit on the rough side. He even tugged on her long, dark hair as he fucked her. Valentina took note of that and promised herself that this would not be the only time she fucked the handsome stallion, because he was simply too good for a one-night stand. This energetic man was the kind of lover that a smart, sexually-charged lady kept around for as long as he wanted to keep coming back.

His savage fucking set off something in Val and she countered it with precise movements of her very own. Her body slammed back against his and Jesse felt up to the challenge as his cock surged deeper inside of her slim, yet surprisingly strong, young frame.

The two of them rutted like beasts for another 40 minutes before coming almost at the same time. Jesse got up to make them some coffee while Valentina sat in bed and plotted out their next adventure. She felt confident that Jesse was good for more than one maniacal fuck in the space of an evening.

When Mrs. Norris got home from the hospital, she was quite pleased to discover that Pookie was fine and well looked after. All of her plants appeared to be none the worse for wear as well. She was even happier to discover her granddaughter had not yet gone back to South Carolina. Val informed her Gran that she was considering a change, perhaps moving closer to Chicago and her closest relative. If Mrs. Norris had caught the brief smile that passed between her handsome young super and Valentina, she said nary a word to either of them.



Friendly Neighbors Again



I was talking to my neighbor Dave in my front yard yesterday afternoon. I was thinking about getting a sprinkler system for my front lawn and was asking his opinion.

"Dave!" we heard Sue yell from the front door. "I need you for a minute."

We both looked over to see his wife Sue with her head poking out of the front door. 

"It will just take a second, and then you can finish your conversation." She said.

Dave gave a heavy sigh and turned toward the house. 

I went back to my lawn, attempting to figure out where I would place the sprinkler heads. A few minutes later Dave returned with a grin on his face.

"What are you grinning about?" I asked him.

"Sue's horny," he replied. "When I went in the door she was naked. She dropped to her knees right there and started giving me a blow job." 

"Wow," I told him. "So umm, excuse me for asking, but why the hell are you out here talking to me for then?"

He laughed and said, "This is her way of teasing me. She sucked me for a minute and then blew me a kiss and walked away. She's really going to get it later."

I laughed appreciatively, "Well good luck. I hope you get it good."

"Actually, I could use your help." Dave told me.

Okay, as I've already told you in a previous story, I participated in a threesome with Dave and Sue a few months ago. I only got a blowjob out of it, but it was incredible. She's a sexy woman and I've fantasized about that day ever since.

We've maintained our friendship, getting closer of course, but nothing has happened since. I had no idea where this was going to go.

I looked at Dave with raised eyebrows. "What exactly do you want me to do?" My cock was already getting hard at the idea. 

"Sorry, dude, you don't get to fuck her. I just need you to help me trick her." He said with a smile.

I listened carefully as Dave outlined his plan. 

Later in the afternoon, I took one of my smelly old shirts and walked over to Dave's back door. 

I waited only a few minutes until he opened the door and stepped out. 

"Man, she is so hot and wet right now." He told me as we walked to the garage. "I've got her blindfolded and bent over the back of the big stuffed chair. I just need some more rope."

I waited while he gathered up some short lengths of rope and he motioned me inside.

Wow! There was sexy Sue, or shall I say kinky Sue. She was naked and leaning over a big stuffed chair in the den. Her fine ass was pointed at us as we walked in. I could see the lips of her pussy because of the way she was bent over. She was so wet that her pussy was glistening.

I watched silently as Dave walked over and tied her ankles to the chair legs, and then tied her hands to the front of the chair. 

He then squatted down behind her and started licking her pussy. Sue moaned loudly. 

"Shut up or I'll gag you too. Or do you want the whole neighborhood coming over?" he told her.

He sat up and started fingering her clit, alternating with fingers thrusting into her.  

"You horny slut. You probably do want the neighbors to come over, don't you? You want Jim over here don't you, slut? You'd like to have him over here staring at you like this, wouldn't you?"

Sue moaned loudly again and my cock about burst right through my shorts.

Dave turned and winked at me. He stood up behind her and pulled his cock out. "You'd want Jim over doing this, wouldn't you?"

As he said that, he thrust his cock quickly and deeply inside her pussy. Sue moaned even louder.

Dave then pulled out and said, "Well it isn't going to happen. This is the only cock this pussy gets."

He buttoned up his pants and told her, "I'm hungry. I'm going to go get some pizza from Anthony's. I'll be back in a few minutes." Dave walked over to the phone and called in the order.  This is where I came in to the story. I left my shirt on the table for Dave, and I walked softly to the front door. Dave made a lot of noise as he gathered up his keys and wallet. Then he and I both went out the front door at the same time. Dave walked around to the back of the house and I got into Dave's truck to go pick up the pizza. 

Dave waited until I had driven off and the walked around to the garage. He washed his hands with some special shop soap I had brought over. It smelled strong and it was something Dave had never used before. 

Then he went to the back door and knocked loudly on it. He waited a few seconds and knocked again. Then he rattled the door knob. He turned it and pushed the door open. 

Dave walked in and paused when he saw Sue. He pretended to be a stranger and slowly walked over to her. Without saying a word, he took my smelly old shirt and wrapped it around Sue's face, gagging and further blindfolding her at the same time. 

Thinking that Dave was gone and that this was an intruder, Sue struggled against the restraints. She could smell the odors from the shirt and the soap, which further convinced her that it wasn't her husband.

Dave wasted no time. He fucked the living shit out of her. He pounded her roughly, slamming into her so hard that the big chair scooted across the floor a few feet. He fucked her until he felt his cum building up and then he pulled out, shooting it across her ass and her back. 

Sue was moaning huskily throughout the whole thing. Dave reached over and fingered her rapidly until she was quivering. He took his other hand and started thrusting two, then three, and finally four fingers into her sopping wet pussy. When Sue came she practically screamed out her pleasure. 

As she was still shaking through her orgasm, Dave pulled the shirt from her head and wiped his cum off her back. He pushed her and the chair back into position and walked away, closing the back door as he left.

A few minutes later, I pulled into Dave's driveway. He was using the water faucet in my front yard to wash the soap from his hands. He met me at the truck and using a small drop of his cologne, he rubbed his hands with it.

I gave him the pizza. "It worked out great, man. I don't think she had any idea. If she does, when I walk in with this pizza, she's really going to be confused."

"Congratulations," I told him. 

"I'll wash your shirt and get it back to you," he told me.

I wished him well and went back home.

He told me later that he had walked into the house through the front door. He set the pizza down on the coffee table in front of her so that she could smell it.

"Alright, you've suffered enough." He told her and then he fingered her clit and pushed his other thumb into her pussy until she came again. Then he untied her.

She almost collapsed right there, but somehow stumbled over to the sofa, where she weakly flopped down onto it.

"You're so amazing, you know that?" she told him.

"Hey, a finger fuck and pizza...what more could you want?" He told her with a sly smile.

"By the way, the gas meter-reading guy was working his way through the neighborhood as I drove back in. It sure was a good thing we didn't do this outside, huh?" He said sincerely.

She looked over at him with a shocked look. Dave just smiled and took a big bite from a slice of pizza.



Friendly Neighbour



The middle classes are a curious breed. Determined to be seen to do 'the right thing' and eternally aspirational, there seems to be little of more importance on their horizons than wearing the right clothes, sending their beautiful, talented children to the right schools and living in that area which is 'super'.

The truth is, they are human, just like you and me. I'm probably middle class if you wanted to unpack my background, more comfortable in the polite sitting rooms of the educated rather than the bawdier denizens of those who worked with their hands.

Now forgive me if you feel I'm generalizing furiously - I don't mean to and I certainly don't mean to cause offence. I am merely trying to set the scene rapidly and in a way that you can hopefully relate to.

I lived in such an area, much sought after, in fact my wife and I had a very large house and, in some ways that made us the envy of many. God knows why because the gardening alone was three hours a weekend and that was just to keep on top of it.

I have always been a restless soul and my life has seen many countries, cultures and customs. Yet I always seem to return to these safe enclaves, until I tire of them.

I had tired of this one and, despite multiple requests for more enjoyment in our lives, my wife seemed to think that settling down (whatever that meant) was a good thing and just being so-called normal was an achievement. Little did we know how bored people were in our neighbourhood. I mean, you couldn't buy a house with more than two bedrooms for less than a million and a quarter, most folks seemed to have two cars and everyone, I mean everyone, sent their children to the private schools nearby.

However, just like the serenity of swans, it wasn't the whole picture. A lot of the folk around us were up to their eyeballs in debt, the wives, having snagged the eligible and successful husband, were pretty bored with parenting and their youth wasn't that far behind them for them not to yearn for, shall we say, a little more interest in their lives.

My marriage had collapsed and I had moved away, the wife keeping the large house. Occasionally I would return and the odd nod of recognition would be offered my way by my ex-neighbours but since I wasn't in the same circles anymore, I didn't count.

And so it was, one fine day, that I happened to be in the neighbourhood, dropping off some legal missive to my wife when I espied my old neighbor across the road. 

Julie was in her mid thirties with dirty blonde hair and a trim figure. I knew she still swam and she was keen to maintain that youthful shine which had drawn a few lustful eyes her way when she was younger. Pretty, she dressed quite often to impress and it would be a happy day for me when I would see her off to walk her children to school, wearing the tightest jeans and heels. To this day, I don't know why she would but that didn't stop me enjoying it.

Today was a sweltering day, though, and she was dressed in a sleeveless top and a denim skirt, ending above her knees and helping to show off her well shaped calves. I remembered the shape of her tight arse in her jeans and tried not to let it show when she waved at me.

"Hello stranger," she said, smiling, her hand shielding her eyes from the sun, "how have you been?"

I walked across the road and smiled hello back. We chatted for a while and I was lucky enough to be wearing sunglasses so I could thoroughly check out her slim frame, perky breasts encased in a white bra, the edge of which I could see under her armpit.

"It's lucky I bumped into you," she said. It turned out that there was a problem with her garage door, inasmuch as it wasn't closing properly and she wondered if I would take a look at it. Her husband was away for a few days and the usual neighbor who she would ask was on a family holiday, with the children, in term time of all times, none of which was really of interest to me.

"Of course, why don't I see you round there?" I replied, not wanting to be seen walking into the front of her house. Our neighbourhood loved a good gossip, you see.

Their garage was at the back of the property, backing on to a laneway and I walked round, down the cobbled surface, until I came to a clearly broken garage door. I could hear her from the other side.

"Jeepers, this is a bit done in, isn't it?" I said, laughing a bit.

After about half an hour, I had found the problem, fixed it and tested the door so that it was working fine. Julie had been chatting away whilst I was working so it hadn't been too tough, especially when she was passing me tools as I was up the ladder, her stretching upwards outlining those firm looking breasts.

"Do you want a drink? You're quite sweaty and it's really hot." I thanked her and said it would be lovely, I wouldn't be staying long and would like to wash my hands anyway. She said that I didn't need to worry as the kids were at school for about three more hours anyway and she wasn't doing a lot anyway.

I enjoyed following her up the path because I could make out the shape of her arse under her skirt. Thankfully I had my shades down because I caught her looking at me in the glass of the door and I was glad she hadn't seen me ogling her. I mean, she was a neighbor and that sort of thing just didn't happen, even if you had moved.

She made up a jug of iced fruit drink and we sat either end of the sofa at the back of her house. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up under her and we chatted a bit. I could see out over their small garden through the floor to ceiling glass doors but no one seemed able to look in on us.

We started to giggle a bit about some of the behaviour that went on in the neighborhood and then I tried my luck.

"Well, you were a disturbance," I said.

"What do you mean?" she replied, looking slightly confused. 

"You walking down the road in those jeans, I'm sure a few fathers nearly crashed their cars checking you out." I was smiling as I said this, looking into her eyes, trying to gauge her reaction.

"What was wrong with those jeans? And which jeans?" she pretended to look offended and act as if it meant nothing but I could tell she liked the backhanded compliment.

"Anyway, you clearly were looking so you wouldn't have seen any other men." She looked at me as she said this, clearly challenging me.

"Oh, sure, I was curious how the hell you could get into them. They looked monster tight." I replied, still smiling.

"I don't know which ones you mean," she said, her eyes betraying her, "but if you mean the white ones, they are easy to get into, just like a normal pair."

Her cute jaw was jutting out and her eyes a mix of mischief and defiance.

"Prove it." I let the challenge hang in the air, not breaking from the staring competition that was going on.

After about ten seconds, she said, defiantly, "Fine," and got up from the sofa to go to change. As she almost flounced, I shouted after her, "And don't forget the heels."

I didn't hear anything and thought I might have blown my chances so finished my glass and started to think about what else I had to do that day.

"Are these the ones you meant?" I heard her and turned from looking at the garden. 

She still had the sleeveless top on but she had put on the white jeans that hugged all her contours, firm against her thighs, only slightly yielding their grasp below the knees before continuing down to encase her calves, ending above some black, patent leather high heels.

Trying to remain cool, I calmly said, "Not sure," and twirled my finger, signaling her to spin round.

She rolled her eyes, but put her hands on her hips and spun round, not too quickly either. Her pert little bottom seemed to be like a well formed peach, helped by her slender hips and the denim left little to the imagination.

I swallowed and she saw it. There was a gleam in her eye and I knew I had to play this one carefully. 

"Easy to get on?" I said, trying to remain cool.

She cocked her head and didn't answer, just raising an eyebrow. I stood up and walked over to her, she remained motionless with her hands on her hips and stared at me, not breaking her gaze.

I got to about arms' length away and decided to tease her. I slowly looked down her body with a half smile on my face and proceeded to walk around her, as if inspecting her, which I was. I stopped behind her and let out an "Hmmm" in a more thoughtful than lustful tone.

"What?" she said, throwing her gaze over her shoulder at me but not moving. 

"Well they certainly are tight, that much I can see clearly." I had a bit of a lump in my throat and could feel my cock stiffening. I didn't want to walk out in front of her tenting madly. At least not yet.

I came closer, behind her left shoulder. I could see a few strands of hair moving under my breath.

"Your arse does look fantastic in them." Her eyes looked into mine and I leaned forward. Her head arched back gently and my lips met hers at the exact same time I gripped her arse with my right hand.

She started slightly because I was squeezing and using it to pull her left buttock into my groin as well as pushing my tongue into her mouth. Her lips parted and she started to meet my tongue with hers. Her left hand dropped down and felt for my now fully stiff cock in my shorts and I reached up with my left hand and held her throat, forcing her head back as I dove into her mouth.

She moaned slightly so I trailed my hand down her front, between her breasts, feeling her lift her chest to meet it but I continued down her stomach until I was at the bottom of her top. Under it my hand snaked and felt her flat stomach before reaching up to cup her left breast through her bra. This wasn't enough for me so I yanked the front edge down, freeing her breast and a taut nipple. I rolled that nipple between my fingers, alternating the pressure, all the while cupping her breast. Still my other hand was on her arse but I slid it down until I could form a blade with it and lift it into her centre. 

She was whimpering and when she tried to turn to be against me, I held her back, pulling my left hand down to her jeans when I popped the button. 

She gasped and forced herself round, breaking my grasp. I reached for her but she knocked my hands away, then both her hands reached for my waistband, her head lowered and she was on her knees. By then she had undone my shorts and literally tugged them down my legs.

My cock sprang forward and she placed her hands on my thighs before putting her mouth over the end and forcibly lowering her head. Before I knew it her nose was nuzzling against my groin and then she withdrew, looked up at me and buried my cock deep in her throat again.

This was exquisite, the feeling of fucking her throat, so much so that I held her hair away so I could see her working my shaft. She tilted her head so I could see her clearly and bounced her head up and down on my cock.

This was getting too much for me and I had other plans.

I pulled her head off my cock, reached down and pulled her sharply to her feet. Her lips were swollen as well as a lot of saliva dripped from her mouth. I kissed her roughly, gripped her hips and spun her around. My hands encircled her waist and pulled her zipper down before forcing her jeans down to mid thigh. My right hand held her left shoulder and forced her into a ninety degree angle with her hands on the kitchen counter.

I wanted to relish this moment, this sweet pause in proceedings. I looked down and could see her little arse, pale from never being suntanned, round and cute, split by a cleft which trailed down past her puckered ring to what looked like a glistening slit.

I gripped her left hip and took my cock in the other hand and slowly trailed it up and down her slit. She threw her head back and I could see her right hand snake underneath her. 

When the head of my cock was covered thoroughly in her juices, I just jammed it. Her whole body spasmed and I heard an animalistic groan fill the room. My cock was buried in her and she was there, bent over and it was time to fuck her.

I slid my cock back and then slammed it forward. This continued for a while, slowly out, hard in, she freezing in anticipation at each thrust, then seeming to almost collapse before preparing for the other.

My right thumb started to circle her arsehole and, with her taking a pounding and me driving hard at her, it didn't take long to pop in. The first knuckle was in her hole, my cock was keeping up its momentum and this felt great.

I forced my thumb into her deeper and her back arched. Her hand had been furiously working at her clitoris, I could feel it as my balls swung against it on the in stroke. Clearly this was something that worked well because I saw and felt the orgasm ride over her. She was moaning and spasming in equal measures, almost bucking back against me as I fucked her.

This looked great from my angle and I could feel my nuts start to tingle in that delicious way. Pretty soon I was pumping spurt after spurt into her and grunting in time with my hardest thrusts. My thumb still buried in her, my cock spent, I stayed still, catching my breath.

She was panting but not moving so I wiggled my thumb.

She squealed softly and jerked a bit. This caused my softening cock to pop out so I giggled and pulled my thumb out. She stood up and looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes trying to look reproachful but clouded with post orgasmic bliss.

"Good to see you again," she said.



Friendly Neighbours



Dan and Heather were in their mid thirties and had been married for ten years. Throughout this time they had lived in a pleasant two bedroom split level home on a quiet suburban street. They had no children. Dan was a salesman and was on the road most of the time with the occasional overnight trip. Heather was a nurse. She didn't work full time, but was called in occasionally to work in the emergency room at the local hospital.

Several months ago some new neighbours moved in next door. Jim and Barbara were younger, in their late twenties. They had no children, but Barbara really wanted to start a family. She worked full time in an accountant's office, while Jim ran a consulting business, working from home by computer and the internet.

One winter morning Heather went out onto the front porch to retrieve the mail from the mail box attached to the side of the house. As she reached for the mail her foot slid on the ice and she slid awkwardly down the three porch steps, ending up on her back on the walkway. Jim had just driven into the driveway next door and saw her fall as he got out of the car. He rushed over to help her up. She didn't seem to be seriously injured but the wind had been knocked out of her. He put his arm around her and helped her to stand, and keeping a firm grip on her arm he helped her back into the house. She was holding her right side just below her breast and moaning. He sat her down on the couch and asked her if he could make her a pot of tea or coffee or anything else.

"A cup of coffee would be nice, Jim. Thanks. I'll be OK in a few minutes. It all happened in a split second and I didn't have a chance to break my fall. I think I hit my side on the edge of the steps. Probably broken a rib or something."

Jim went into the kitchen and made the coffee. He brought it out to her and asked her if she wanted anything else. "There's a bottle of Tylenol on the shelf by the kitchen sink. Maybe I should take a couple of those with my coffee." He brought her the Tylenol and sat in the chair across from her while she drank the hot coffee and swallowed the tablets. When she had finished he took the cup from her and placed it on the end table.

"Do you think the skin is broken, Heather? Is it stinging?" he asked.

"I don't think so. I think it's just a bruise. You can check it out if you like." She lay back full length on the couch and to Jim's surprise she pulled up her top to let him look at her injury. The bruise was just above the waistband of her skirt and was already turning an ugly mixture of red, brown and blue. She pulled the top up higher than necessary in an effort to squint down at the injury herself. As she did so she uncovered her right breast. Jim stared at her as he realised she was not wearing a bra.

"Wow, that's a nasty bruise, Heather," he said as he reached out his hand to gently touch her skin. "It doesn't look as though the skin is broken, but your going to have an ugly bruise for a while."

"Your hand is soothing, Jim. Keep it there for a few minutes," she said quietly. He was kneeling on the floor with his hand on her bruise and his face very close to hers. "It's a good think you didn't land on your face," he said. "I'd hate to see a bruise like that on your beautiful face." She laughed. "I mean it, Heather, it's a very beautiful face. But then you're a very beautiful woman. Hey, I've just thought of something. When I was a kid my mother always told me that the best thing for a boo-boo was a kiss. Can I kiss your bruise?"

"Sure, go ahead," she laughed. He bent his head down to the bruise. As he did so he moved his hand up and away from the bruise. As he began to gently kiss the bruise he realised that his hand was now resting on her bare breast. Involuntarily, he began to caress it.

"Mmmm, that feels good," she murmured. He wasn't sure whether she was referring to his kissing her bruise or fondling her breast, but as she hadn't attempted to move his hand, he continued both activities. His fingers reached her nipple and found it hard and erect. He played with it and squeezed it, keeping his lips on the bruise. Her moaning increased in volume, but it sounded like moan of pleasure rather than of pain. He lifted his head and looked into here eyes. She smiled at him. "That's nice, Jim," she murmured.

He thought he knew what she meant so he moved his hand over to her left breast and began to fondle it. At the same time he put his head down and began to kiss her right breast. The moans increased - yes, definitely moans of pleasure!

"Are you sure this is what your mother meant, Jim," she asked. He was taken aback by her words and lifted his head. She smiled at him. "I'm teasing you, Jim. Don't stop. You're making me feel a lot better." She raised her arms around his neck and began to very gently caress his neck and his ears. After a few minutes she said softly, "Kiss me on the lips, Jim" And he did. Immediately he felt her tongue pushing between his lips, and their kissing became passionate. He felt his cock hardening into an erection, pressing against the side of the couch.

As their lips parted, Heather smiled again. "You know, Jim," she said, "as a nurse my advice to you is to put your patient to bed."

He gulped. "Are you serious?" he asked. "Very serious," she replied. "Come on, I'll show you where the bedroom is. She took his hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom. "Now," she smiled, "if you were a good nurse, you'd undress me and put me into the bed."

In a dazed state he did as she suggested, leaving her clothes on the floor. He stood there looking at her as his erection tried to burst through the fabric of his pants. "Aren't you going to join me?" she asked. "Come on, take off your clothes!"

"But what about your bruise?" he stammered.

"My bruise doesn't hurt any more. Your mother was so very right. It's amazing what a few well-placed kisses can do. Come on, dear, get undressed."

That's all he needed. His clothes dropped to the floor and he was lying beside her on the queen size bed. She gripped his enlarged penis and began to stroke it vigorously. He reached his hand between her thighs and found the opening of her pussy as his mouth went back to work on her full breasts. It wasn't long before the accident and the bruise were forgotten by both of them as his shaft entered her wet and ready pussy and he thrust it deeper with each stroke. Her legs locked around his back and she moved in unison with him as her monas became louder each minute.

It was at this moment that Dan drove into the driveway, home early after finding several of his clients away. He decided to come home and relax for the afternoon. As he opened the front door he heard sounds upstairs, He slipped off his shoes, crept to the stairwell and listened.

"Oooh yes, Jim, that's good. Soooo good, Yessss, yessss! Christ, Jim I'm coming! Oooooh!!"

He crept just far enough up the stairs until he could see into the bedroom enough to be sure that it really was his next door neighbour who was fucking his wife in their bed. He then crept back downstairs, slipped his shoes on and quietly let himself out. "Well I'm damned! Who would have believed it?" he muttered to himself as he drove away.

That night at dinner Dan turned to Heather and said, "You know, I've been thinking. We should invite that nice new couple from next door over for dinner some evening. They're a very friendly couple. Her name's Barbara, I think. I'm not sure what his name is." Heather stared at him, feeling faint. "I think," she stammered, "his name's Jim."

"Jim, that's right. Seems like a nice guy, don't you think?"

"Oh, er, yes, I think he is," she stammered helplessly.

"Why don't you call Barbara now while we think about it and invite them over for dinner Saturday evening?"

"OK, if you think so." Heather looked up the number in the book and timidly dialled, hoping that it wouldn't be Jim who answered. She relaxed a little when she heard Barbara's voice. "Hello, Barbara, it's Heather from next door," she began. She wanted to say - "I had a great time with your husband this afternoon" - no, of course she didn't want to say that. "Barbara, we wondered if you and Jim would like to come over and join us for dinner this Saturday."

The dinner was a reasonable success, although everyone except Dan seemed to be a little bit on edge as though they were guarding their words unless they said something they shouldn't. After dinner they took they coffee and liqueurs into the living room. They chatted about a number of things for a while Then Dan stood up and turned to his neighbour -

"Jim," he said, did you lock your house when you came out tonight?"

Jim was surprised at the question. "Yes, we always lock the door when we go out, even just to come next door."

"OK, then could you give me your door key, please."

Jim stared. "What do you want my door key for?" he asked.

"Just give me the key and I'll explain. It's really quite simple."

Jim reached in his pocket, took out his key ring and handed it to Dan.

Dan turned to his neighbour's wife, held out his hand and said, "Come on Barbara, it's time to go."

Now it was Barbara's turn to stare. "What are you talking about?"

"You and I," began Dan, are going over to your house to spend the night together. Heather and Jim would really love the chance to spend the night together here in my bed."

Now it was Heather's turn. She jumped up and stood glaring at her husband. "What on earth are you talking about, Dan? Are you out of your mind?"

"Calm down, Heather. I'm just being reasonable. I saw you and Jim banging away together in our bed earlier this week, and you certainly sounded as though you were thoroughly enjoying it."

The mouths of the other three all dropped open. No one spoke.

Dan continued. "It made me feel so good when I saw you two having such a great time. It totally removed all my feelings of guilt. You see for the past three weeks Barbara and I have been having it off in a cheap motel during her lunch hour. It' will be much more pleasant for us to use your bed tonight, Jim. You and Heather have a good night, won't you. Come Barbara, let's go over to your place."



Friendly Neighbours



If you could put this at the top, in italics, that would be great:

This is a submission for the Valentine's 2010 contest, and is categorized under erotic couplings.

It would be great if you could rate my story after reading, and comments are always read and appreciated!

Thanks! 

*

Riley grumbled to herself as she walked down the street. The icy sidewalk was slippery, and she had to tread carefully over the slabs of concrete. Her black knee-high boots had only a little grip on the soles, and she cursed herself for not wearing more sensible shoes. Her breath smoked around her face in small puffs of mist highlighted by the street lamps and clung to the navy wool knit that was wrapped around her neck and chin. Her hands dug into the pockets of her black wool coat and clenched into fists as she huddled into herself, trying to keep warm. 

"Fuck this, and fuck that stupid asshole," she swore to herself, her brow furrowing. "Fuck the bus, fuck Valentine's Day, fuck this stupid fucking ice, and fuck winter!" She stopped and looked around suddenly, realizing she had walked half a block too far. "Fuck!" she yelled down the street, listening to the echo reverberate off the buildings and noting a couple far down the street snap around suddenly to look in her direction. Turning around, she paced back to the door of her apartment building and fumbled in her purse, looking for her keys. 

"Jesus fucking Christ! You have to be kidding me," she groaned and rubbed her hand over her eyes while moving to the intercom by the door to push in two numbers. 

"Um... hello?" a confused voice garbled out of the speaker covered in brown fabric.

"Hey Brian, it's Riley..." she began. 

The voice immediately warmed with recognition and exclaimed, "Oh hey, Rye! Forget your keys?" 

"Yeah... can you let me in?" Riley sighed and grabbed the handle of the door in anticipation, glaring bitterly at the warm yellow-lit lobby with the tacky maroon carpeting on the other side of the glass. 

"Sure thing; see you upstairs in a few," the voice crackled and a muffled click was heard before the familiar buzzing noise. Riley pulled the door open and shuffled in, wiping her feet on the mat and unbuttoning her coat. She walked over to the elevator and angrily punched the car call button with her finger, as if it was the source of all her problems. She unwound her scarf from her neck and let it dangle, smoothing down the deep red cotton shirt underneath the coat. Groaning at the small wine stain that was still on the front of it, she felt her shoulders drop in defeat. Couldn't the day just be over now? Tears pricked the backs of her eyelids as she willed herself to hang onto her composure until she was safely behind her locked apartment door. 

The bell rang as the elevator doors opened, allowing the faint smell of musty mildew to emit from the car. Wrinkling her nose as she always did, Riley stepped in and pushed "9", rolling her eyes at the shiny heart tinsel her manager had put around the bulletin board on the wall. Fuck Valentine's Day. She glared at the board while glancing over the memos disinterestedly: selling a sofa for thirty dollars, has anyone seen this cell phone, please remember that recycling is now picked up on Thursdays, blah, blah, blah.

Riley was out of the elevator car as soon as she could fit through the opening and paced down the hallway, turning right to see Brian leaning against the jamb of his open door, smiling at her in bare feet. She looked at him and sighed, stopping in front of him with a frown. "Thanks, Brian," she mumbled, with an outstretched hand. 

Brian smiled gently, not giving up her keys just yet. "Bad night?" he asked, moving to lean against the wall beside her door and face his own open one. When Riley didn't answer save for a glare and her outstretched hand not returning to her side, he nodded and looked at her for a moment. She looked frustrated, although very cute as always, he thought to himself. Standing up, he held open both his arms and looked at her with sympathy. 

Riley exhaled a long sigh and looked at him sadly for a second, then bit her lower lip and moved into his arms, beginning to sob. Her body shook and Brian hugged her tight, not wanting to let go. Her head tucked under his chin and her hand rubbed at her nose as she sniffled while the other arm wrapped tightly around his waist. He rubbed her back soothingly and petted her beret-covered head, letting her cry. Riley jumped a little at the caresses, but did not stop him as her shaking diminished and the sobs quieted. Tears were still streaming down her face as she stepped back, sniffling and rubbing her eyes as she looked at Brian sadly. 

"Fuck, sorry," she stammered as she noticed the wet spots on his navy t-shirt. She covered her face in her hands and apologised again, shaking her head. "I'm so sorry, Brian," she muffled through her hands, "I've just had such a fucking horrible night, and I don't mean to bring you down too." She set down her purse and took off her coat, draping it over one arm. 

"Don't apologise, Rye," Brian's voice was soft. He looked at her sad face and streaked makeup, and his heart did the familiar flip-flop it did every time he saw her. "Valentine's Day is shit for us single people."

She let out a shaky, shuddering sigh and nodded, biting her lip. "No shit," she muttered and held her hand out again, looking at her toes. She felt the key ring press into her palm and she closed her hand around it. To her surprise, her hand encased Brian's fingers as well. She shot her gaze up to look at him and saw him look at her seriously.

"Come over? I have hot chocolate and pizza that just got delivered and Monty Python. You can tell me all about it."

Riley looked at him and blinked, realizing what he had said had not been an invitation; it was a request. She looked at her door and looked at him and slowly nodded, forcing a small smile. "Okay, Brian. I'm just going to have a quick wash-up and change into my pyjamas. I'll bring some popcorn over, too," she offered.

Brian grinned and loosed his hand from around the key he still held, depositing it into hers. "Great," he nodded at her to emphasise she had made the correct decision. "I'll leave my door unlocked, so go ahead and walk in, alright?"

Riley nodded at him and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Thanks," she looked at him and genuinely smiled at him for a moment before picking up her purse again and unlocking her door. "See you in a bit," she said, and closed it quietly.

Brian touched his cheek with his hand and gazed at her door, sighing to himself. He wandered back into his apartment and shut his own door, leaning against it and rubbing his forehead. "Damn, Brian. You've got it bad, don't you?" he muttered to himself and walked to the kitchen, putting the pizza in the oven to keep it warm. Riley's eyes adjusted painfully to the bright light of her hallway as she hung up her coat and put her purse on the floor of her closet. Standing in front of the mirror on the closet door, she looked at herself. Groaning at her makeup, she tried to rub the grey streaks from underneath her eyes away, and realized Brian saw her looking like this. She winced at the thought, and began to rub harder. He didn't seem interested in her, but she could still keep trying, and at least looking her best, couldn't she? Sighing and putting her hands on her hips, she examined her outfit choice. The red cotton shirt she wore had a boat-shaped neckline and its sleeves were short and draped over her upper arms while exposing the top half of her shoulders. She wore a white ribbed tank top underneath for modesty's sake, and a white belt held up her blue jeans. Her black knee-high leather boots gave her an inch extra in height and a black beret sat askew slightly on her head. She puffed out her chest a little, knowing that the tank top peeking over the red cotton was the only thing preventing her breasts from exploding out of the shirt. Turning halfway, she looked at the swell of her bottom, the curve of her hips, and the slight softness of her stomach. Her hair was bunched in a low ponytail and draped over one shoulder, flirting with heart-shaped earrings and the chain of a heart pendent that sat in her cleavage. 

She nodded, and thought to herself, 'I do look pretty cute, though, I have to say. Whatever. His loss; he was an asshole, anyway.' Her expression soured a little and she got slightly angry again, unzipping the leather boots from her legs and taking off her hat. She put these away and stepped into her bedroom, pulling clothes off as she went. She dumped the ensemble into her clothing hamper and padded around in her underwear as she took off her jewellery and put it away in her vanity. Sitting down in front of the mirror as she undid the clasps on the earrings, she looked at the swell of her breasts encased by the bra and smiled slightly at what she saw. It was deep crimson with white hearts patterned all over it and lace-edged along the plunging neckline. The soft pad inserts pushed her breasts up and together, and she reached her hand inside the bra to adjust them so that they sat properly in the push-up. Fixing the band so it sat flush with her ribcage, she ran her hands along the curves, pressing softly and stroking the exposed skin. If only her night had turned out better, someone else might have been doing it instead. 

"Ugh, no, not with that jerk," she said aloud to herself. She wouldn't sleep with whatever the fuck his name was in a million years. "That's the last goddamn time I reply to a personal ad," she angrily promised her reflection, shaking her head. She stood up and walked to the bathroom, retying her hair back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Reaching down, she adjusted her panties that had ridden upward a little, and smiled again at the fabric. The thong she had chosen matched her bra, and she decided to keep her sexy lingerie on. She liked the way it made her feel, and after the night she'd had, she needed a little boost. 

Leaning against the bathroom countertop, she began to wash her face. Using citrus-scented cleanser, she rubbed the layers of shadow and eyeliner from her eyes and rinsed off the smooth lather. Looking at herself in the mirror again, she was satisfied with the clean face looking back at her. She smoothed the last stray dark brown waves of her hair against her head and tucked them behind her ears. She decided to spoil herself and grabbed the bottle of rose-scented lotion, tipping the faintly pink cream into her left hand and rubbing it along her body, neck, and face. Her pale skin absorbed it quickly, and she rubbed it in every inch of her body until she was sure she smelled faintly of roses everywhere. Putting her arm up to her nose, she inhaled the delicate, faint floral notes and smiled. She felt a lot better already. 

She switched off the light in the bathroom and walked to her closet, eyeing the hangers and folded shirts and pants that rested there. She pulled another white tank top out and pulled it on, noting that she could faintly make out the colour and pattern of her bra. Frowning, she grabbed a black sweater that tied in the front like a robe to solve the problem. She looked around and selected a red pair of pyjama bottoms made of soft flannel with a plaid pattern. 'Might as well keep to the theme,' she thought, and shrugged as she pulled them on and tied the tie. Pulling on her sweater and letting it hang loose around her body, she gave the room a quick scan before grabbing her slippers and turning out the light. 

She put the brown sheepskin slippers on in the hallway and remembered with a start she had promised to bring popcorn. Stepping into her kitchen, she glared at her keys lying innocently on the counter, and picked up the offensive objects. She grabbed a couple of bags of microwave popcorn and Brian's key to her apartment door. Eyeing the fridge, she opened it, and grabbed a bottle of peppermint Schnapps. Satisfied, she switched off all the lights and walked out her door. Locking it behind her, she stepped the two feet across the tacky maroon-carpeted, dimly-lit hallway and grabbed the handle on Brian's door. Letting herself in, she called out a hello as she shut the door behind her, locking it out of habit.

"Hey," Brian replied as he hit the pause button on the video game controller he was handling. Turning around to look at her, he draped one arm over the back of the couch and cracked a grin. "You look festive," he offered, and felt his stomach do those familiar turns and flutters. 

She smiled at him gently and held out her full hands and explained, "I'm going to put these in the kitchen." She turned into the small linoleum lined room and placed her things on the counter. Putting his key back into the leftmost drawer with the rest of his keys, pencils, twist ties, rubber bands, and other odds and ends, she remarked to him as he entered, "It was a really good idea to give each other copies of our keys." 

Brian leaned in the kitchen doorway, still taking her in; she looked adorable in her pyjamas. "I know, right? You've saved my ass a zillion times by having mine," he agreed and walked over to the oven, pulling out a large pizza box. "Are you hungry? I got the one with everything on it." 

"Yeah, I'm starving. I didn't eat dinner," Riley's stomach growled as the smell of the pizza filled the kitchen. Her mouth watered and she eyed the pizza box in almost a predatory way. She looked back at Brian and asked almost meekly, "So is that hot chocolate still up for grabs? I brought some stuff for it, if you want some." She motioned to the bottle of Schnapps and smiled at him. 

Brian's face lit up. This woman had to be reading his mind somehow. "Good call! I just ran out of the butterscotch stuff I put in mine," he reached for the bottle. "I'll make us some. How strong do you want it?"

"Go heavy on the booze," Riley muttered glumly, "I need it." She opened up his fridge and pulled out the milk, putting it on the counter next to the stove. Leaning back against the counter, she crossed her arms around her chest and nodded her approval at the large mugs Brian pulled down from his cupboard. 

"That bad, huh?" Brian asked, grabbing the sugar and cocoa powder. "So spill, what happened with Jerry, or whatever? I thought you guys were going out for dinner," he probed, now beginning to heat lots of milk in a saucepan. 

Riley grabbed the milk and put it away as she began to explain, "He was a total douchebag, honestly. I went to his place first and we had some wine and cheese and crackers before we left. It was sort of okay, and we were talking, but he got really weird. He kept staring at my chest and it made me uncomfortable." Brian raised his eyebrow and put away the cocoa and the sugar. "Well, to his credit, you did look really good." He flinched a little when he realized what he had just said, and whipped around quickly back to the stove, inquiring further, "Uh, so then what happened?"

Riley was taken aback by the compliment, but continued, "When we got up to leave, he flat out pushed me against the wall and mauled my neck, among other things. I gave him a hit in the nose, pushed him off, and told him what he could go do with himself before I ran out."

Brian gaped at her, whisking the deep brown liquid in the pan, impressed. "You socked him?! Did he bleed?" 

Riley shook her head and grinned, "No, unfortunately. I just hit him hard enough to stun him. He was strong, it was sort of scary..." her voice trailed off as she stared off into space, recalling the incident.

"Fuck, what an asshole! I'll kill him!" Brian's brown eyes smouldered as he gripped the handle of the pan. Riley was such a sweet girl, and he shuddered as his imagination ran off without him and imagined what horrible things could have happened to her.

"I don't think he would have done anything to me, Brian, it's alright. He was just a forward asshole," she said dismissively. When he didn't respond, she leaned over and squeezed his shoulder until he looked at her, still slightly angry. She smiled and said, "Thanks, Brian. You're sweet."

Blushing a little, he stammered out another question, "So are you going to try someone else now?" He tried not to sound bitter as he pulled the now hot chocolate off the element and turned off the stove. 

"No, I give up with everything," Riley sighed. "It's been so hard to meet people since I moved here, but I don't want to deal with this sort of shit anymore. The last, like, five guys weren't dating material, and I'm not into just one-night-stands like they seemed to be," she shrugged and poured the peppermint liqueur into the mugs. "How much do you want?"

Brian's heart leapt at her words and he smiled at her as he replied, "Oh, not a lot... yeah, that's great." He raised his eyebrows as he looked at the amount she had put in her own cup and looked at her, "You gonna be okay with all that on your own?"

Riley rolled her eyes at him as he laughed and handed her the now full, steaming mug. She gratefully took it and curled her fingers around the blue ceramic. Inhaling the aromatic steam, she almost purred as she closed her eyes and took a sip, gingerly. 

"Careful," Brian warned and took a sip of his own hot chocolate, watching her interestedly. Satisfied with how his tasted, he paused as he watched her tongue lick her lips and run along the side of the mug as some hot chocolate dripped down it. Trying to hold back the odd noise in his throat, he felt the familiar twinge in his jeans and quickly turned to grab the pizza box from the oven. "Why don't you head out to the living room, and put in the DVD. I'll be right there with pizza and plates and stuff," he quickly suggested, hoping she would agree.

"Well, I can help you," she offered. "Here, let me take the pizza," she put her mug down and stepped over to stand next to him, taking the box from his hands and bending down to put the oven door back up. 

His eyes roved over her round bottom as she stood up and he gulped a little, nodding his thanks and moving around behind her to grab some plates and napkins. He automatically grabbed her waist to guide her to the side and out of his path, and she leaned into him a little, smiling over her shoulder at him. He awkwardly smiled back as he grabbed the dishes and his mug and darted out of the room, setting everything down on the dining table.

Riley huffed to herself. Brian was the only man she'd encountered so far that she couldn't flirt with easily. She pondered that perhaps he wasn't into her at all, and sighed as she followed him with her own hot chocolate. 'He's such a sweetheart... and so good looking too,' she thought, admiring his jean-clad butt from behind. 'He didn't seem interested when I first moved in here, and he still doesn't seem interested now. If he'd even given any sort of hint, I wouldn't have tried finding dates everywhere else!'

Brian passed her a plate and opened the pizza box, motioning her to help herself. Riley smiled and grabbed two slices before heading to the couch with her hot chocolate. She opened a DVD box and put the silver disc in the player, leaving the rest up to Brian: remotes were so difficult when you didn't own them. Brian sat down beside her on the couch and fiddled with the buttons and got the movie playing. They'd both seen it at least ten times and so relaxed into conversation while they ate and chuckled at the scenes. 

After they both had finished eating, they were sitting in comfortable silence, watching the comedy unfold on screen. Riley was pleasantly buzzed from her drink and sat curled up with the mug. After taking the last few sips it, she put the mug on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch. "Mmm. That was good hot chocolate," she looked at him and smiled before continuing, "Thank you. You've made a really shitty night a really good one. I don't know what I'd do without you, Brian."




Friendly Neighbours



He smiled back at her, aching to touch her. Her hair looked so soft and she smelled faintly of something floral. He inhaled deeply, trying to smell it a little bit better. Unable to put his finger on it, he downed the last little bit of his own drink and leaned back into the corner of the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table. He was watching Riley out of the corner of his eye as he only half paid attention to the movie; she looked so comfortable and sweet and soft and he was trying to think of an excuse to cuddle up with her. Just as he had decided to shift toward her a little, she finished the contents of her own mug and purred happily, sliding along the couch next to him and leaning on him. She pressed up against him while rotated onto her side, resting one arm along his hips and the other around his lower back. 

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked foggily, loving that he was warm and comfortable. She looked up at him a little nervously as she absentmindedly stroked her fingers along his hip, fiddling with the dark blue cotton covering it. 

Brian's eyes widened, "No, not at all." His right arm curled around her and his own fingers began petting the small of her back gingerly, gauging her reaction. She made a small noise of enjoyment as she wiggled into him, rubbing her breasts into his arm. Brian winced a little, knowing what was probably going to happen if she kept that up. He grabbed the green pillow resting on the couch and plopped it on his lap as he tried to quickly think of an excuse for doing so. His cock was beginning to throb hard in his pants and he tried to will it to go away. Riley took this as an invitation, however, and made a soft noise as she moved her head down to the pillow. Shifting her position, she laid down on her back, turning her head to look at the screen. She froze instantly as soon as she felt the lump through the thin pillow. 

Brian tried not to look at her, mortified. He flushed red and tried to focus on the television when a soft, warm hand stroked his cheek, playing with his slight stubble. He looked down at Riley slowly and blinked at the coy smile she was giving him. 

"Is that for me?" she asked, softly. 

"Sorry Rye," Brian stammered, running a hand through his dark hair. "I can't really help it... I-- I mean, you're so --" He was silent when Riley put her fingers over his lips, smiling up at him and nudging the tip of her finger along them gently. His mouth involuntarily opened and drew her finger into it, making her eyes close with pleasure when he ran his tongue along it and sucked it gently. He nibbled on the tip and slid his hands up to hold her arm so he could move his lips down to her wrist and begin kissing it.

"Brian, if I'd known, I would have been getting you to do this a hell of a lot sooner," she murmured, moving up to kneel on the couch beside him. Before he could respond, she leaned in quickly and kissed him, nudging her lips against his and running her fingers through his hair gently. Brian sat there stunned for a few moments, but snapped out of it when she began to run her tongue along his lips. Suddenly coming to, he wrapped both arms around her and picked her up to sit in his lap, ignoring the muffled shriek she made into his mouth. He pulled her close and kissed her hard, tasting chocolate and peppermint on her lips and tongue. He slid his hands into her sweater, pulling back the knitted fabric so he could run his fingers along her back smoothly. His hands slid up and down, cupping her hips and applying light pressure all the way up to her neck, and then back down along her spine. Riley shivered and arched into him, whimpering into his mouth when he caught the hem of her tank top with his fingers and slid it upward, exposing her back underneath the sweater.

Riley broke the kiss, panting, and removed the black cardigan from her arms. Throwing it on the couch beside her, she ran her hands down the back of Brian's neck, pressing gently with the pads of her fingers. He leaned back a little into her touch and noticed the faint red covering her breasts underneath her tank top. He began to paw at her with renewed vigour. He wanted to see her, had to see her. His fingers hooked in the thin white fabric and pulled it upward, yanking it off her head and throwing it on top of her sweater. He paused and gazed at her breasts, biting his lip and running his hands up and down her ribcage. He leaned in and softly kissed the tops of each before throwing both his arms around her back and burying his nose in her cleavage.

A loud giggle emitted from Riley's mouth as she tousled Brian's hair. She had thought he was a boob-man, and she was delighted to find out she was right. 'He's going to get a kick out of this, then,' she thought to herself and smirked. Her fingers grabbed the fabric of his navy blue t-shirt and tugged it upward, breaking Brian's contact with her tits. She pulled the material over his head and tossed it before running her fingers down over his shoulders and chest. Biting her lip, she leaned back and looked at him appreciatively as her fingers felt hard muscle. 

"Mmm, I'd have definitely done this sooner, Brian," she paused and ran her fingers along his jaw line. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"What?" Brian blinked at her and stammered, "Well, you were talking about calling up people and trying to see if you could meet someone and so I thought you didn't want me, and so I just didn't bother..." his voice trailed off as her face changed to an expression of slight amusement.

"Ha! You never did anything when I touched you or gave me any clues at all! I assumed it was you who didn't like me," her voice trailed off and she gasped as Brian nodded and grabbed both of her breasts in his hands. She raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned sheepishly as he began to knead them gently. 

Suddenly Brian paused. Snapping his head to look up at her, his eyes widened and he murmured, "No way..." He let go and his fingers traced the material of the bra, and even with the slight padding he could feel more bumps than there should have been. "Oh my God, Riley..." his voice was quiet and it was all Riley could do not to giggle at him. He looked adorably fascinated. "May I?" he looked up at her as if he was asking permission to drive a billion-dollar car. 

This time Riley couldn't hold back the chuckle. She smiled and nodded at him and watched him reach behind her to unhook the bra. As the straps went slack, he ran his fingers back over her arms, pushing them to her sides as if indicating he wanted them to stay there. He brought his fingers over the lace trim of the cups and squeezed the tops of her breasts slightly with the pads of his fingers. Moving down slowly, he hooked the tips of his fingers into the material and pulled it downward, causing the straps on her shoulders to slip off them. Riley kept still, watching him seem to savour the moment. She whimpered softly when his fingertips came in contact with her nipple, and she was almost sure he did the same. Closing his eyes and swallowing hard, he whispered, "Oh they are, aren't they," and slipped the fabric of the bra down the final inch. Two large pink nipples with beautiful pink aureoles peeked through the lace at him, and two shiny silver balls pressed against either side of the small mounds of engorged flesh. 

He let go of the bra and licked his lips, looking at the erotic sight of lace mingling with metal. He whispered, "Don't move your arms, Rye... just stay still." She smiled and nodded at him as he brought his lips to the very tip of her right nipple and gave it a soft kiss. She squirmed a little at the fluttering sensation and heard Brian groan loudly as her full tits began to wiggle in his face. He stuck his tongue out and slowly encircled the stiff bud, listening to her soft gasps as he lathed it with his tongue in long licks. When she squirmed and bumped it into his face again, his patience wore and he grabbed her in his arms and suckled a nipple into his mouth, causing her to mewl loudly and gasp into the top of his head. 

"Oh, that feels wonderful," she moaned and arched into him, thrusting her chest into his face as best she could. Brian's exploring mouth moved to the other nipple and flicked the bud with his tongue, growling softly. He leaned back suddenly and pulled the bra off of her, throwing it to the other end of the couch. He bit his lip and cupped her naked breasts with his fingers, weighing them and squeezing them gently.

"I've died and gone to heaven..." Brian's eyes roved over her naked torso appreciatively and Riley flushed a little before leaning down to kiss him again. Brian swore he could feel electric jolts linking his lips and his cock, and he clutched her to him again, his need for her becoming more feverish. 

Riley broke the kiss and managed to gasp, "Can we find somewhere a little more... horizontal?" She squeaked when Brian shuffled to the edge of the couch with her still on his lap. 

"Hold on," he warned, and removed the pillow that was still sandwiched between them as Riley kicked off her slippers. She groaned as she felt the hard bulge pushing into her ass as Brian clutched her to him. Without any further warnings, he stood up and carried her, still wrapped around his waist, to his bedroom. Riley yelped with surprise and clutched onto Brian, raking her nails along his back until he laid her down gently in the centre of his bed with her head on a pillow.

"Oh yes... this is much better," he murmured as he nuzzled his face into her breasts again, this time able to let his hands fumble with the knot that tied her pyjama bottoms up. He sucked on her nipples again, pleased with the squirming and the noises she was making, and made her groan when he tugged upward gently on the barbells. Finally working the knot free, he let go of her nipple and gave it a final soft kiss before kissing down her abdomen to the waistline of her pants. She lifted her hips up and he pulled the flannel over her round butt and down her thighs, kissing over the heated skin as he revealed it. Kneeling at her feet, he pulled them off and slowly spread her legs. He could smell her musky scent mingling with the soft floral whatever-she-used, and it was driving him insane. He was trying to go as slow as he could to savour every bit of the moment, but he couldn't help himself this time. He dove at her pussy. 

Riley mewled loudly when she felt the heat of Brian's mouth on her clit through her panties. He paused again, as she expected. He was really stunned now. "Wow... no fucking way," he gasped, and ran a finger over her cotton-covered mound. She grinned at him and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. Pulling it down over her legs, she let Brian take it off, and she watched his face as he ran his hands over her thighs, waiting for her to open up for him. 

Riley slowly spread her feet first, followed by her knees; all the while she was smiling at Brian's awed reaction. Her pussy slowly came into view and Brian ran his fingers off the smooth, shaved skin. Her lips were bare, and her mound had been trimmed into a thin landing strip leading to her wet centre. His fingers travelled lower, tracing over her lips to find her dripping pussy and dip two fingertips into it. He smiled as she arched her back for him, moaning quietly. Sliding his finger upward along her velvet folds, he hit another piece of metal. He moved his body downward to get a closer look at her pussy, and he bit his lip at how sexy the barbell looked. He touched it gently, and was encouraged by Riley's moan to slide it up and down and flick it softly with his fingertips. Riley mewled and arched into him, trying to get him to press his face into her wet centre. He eagerly buried his face in without needing much encouragement and lapped at her swollen clit. Immediately, Riley's loud whimper filled the room and her hands held him in place. His lips pressed around the metal and he sucked on it gently, making her scream. He smiled to himself as he slid two fingers into her dripping pussy and gasped as he felt her muscles clamp around them hard. His cock strained against his jeans, but he willed himself to be patient. He wanted her to cum under his tongue, and he wanted her to moan his name while she did it.

He dove down between her legs again, pressing his tongue firmly against her clit and lapping at it. He could feel the weird sensation of the barbell moving up and down as he licked her, but she seemed to not protest as she mewled and quivered. He began to move his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, and then at an increasing tempo. He bent his fingers forward slightly to apply pressure on her front wall, and hoped it worked for her. Riley's louder moans seemed to approve of his work, and he felt her body tense underneath him as he squeezed her thigh with his other hand.

Riley's mind wasn't able to think of anything except how to make sure she didn't wake the neighbours with her screams. Nobody had ever licked her there since she got her piercings, and she was enjoying the new sensation immensely. Her body was arching and already climbing swiftly to orgasm, and she urged Brian on with squeezes on the back of his head. In between gasps and moans, she murmured, "Brian, please don't stop! Keep doing that, right there..." 

Brian made a moaning noise as if to confirm he had heard his orders and doubled the pace of his fingers. It was getting harder to keep his pace up as Riley began to thrash around, squirming and arching as she cried out. He had a feeling she wouldn't be too much longer. Suddenly, she froze. Her body arched up high and stayed there, her mouth open in a silent scream and her eyes shut tight. Brian kept lapping at her and felt her whole body shake underneath him as she gripped tightly on his fingers. She came crashing down with several loud mewls and whimpers as he felt her muscles begin the fluttering sensations of orgasm around his fingers. He kept his assault on her centre until she breathed heavily and seemed to collapse down on the bed. Withdrawing his fingers, he gave her clit a few last licks and was surprised when Riley grabbed his hand and sucked his fingers clean for him. It was his turn to whimper as her tongue snaked around the digits and lapped over his fingertips. She sucked on them both deeply and Brian lost it. 

Standing up on the floor, he quickly undid his jeans and ripped them off his legs along with his boxers. His long, thick cock stood to attention, and Riley scrambled to her knees to look at it better. The spongy head was flushed with arousal, and when she thumbed it, clear precum oozed from the tip. She smiled as she licked it all off and sucked on the head of his cock a bit. His knees went weak and he grabbed onto her shoulders for some support. She cupped his soft balls in one hand, loving the feel of the trimmed hair against her fingers. 'He keeps pretty well groomed', she thought to herself, 'and he's got such a nice cock too.'

Riley sucked the shaft into her mouth, and took him in as far as he would go. Brian made a small choking noise as she did it a few more times, trying not to cum. Suddenly, by a force of some inner willpower, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her off of him and backwards onto the bed. Climbing up in between her knees he spread her legs and lined up the fleshy head of his throbbing cock to her dripping wet slit. 

"As good as that felt, I want what I felt around my fingers to be around my cock," he panted, sliding the head up and down her slit, over her piercing and back. "I want you to cum again for me, Rye," he commanded, and quickly slid his cock inside her. 

Riley's eyes snapped shut as he filled her completely. She moaned loudly as he began to move, plunging his cock in and out of her wet hole. She slid her fingers down to touch her clit and began to rub it furiously, feeling her body begin to crave more release. 

As he fucked her harder, Brian watched her face. She looked in complete ecstasy, and her beautiful tits were bouncing every time he slammed into her. He reached down and pinched a nipple, causing her to coo appreciatively at him. He felt her fingers rub her clit, and smiled, knowing she would probably be not long again. He wasn't going to be, either. He was just barely holding onto control and groaned as he watched her sexy form writhe beneath him. 

"Oh, fuck me, Brian! Fuck me!" she gasped and arched up again, furiously playing with herself. Brian growled and began to grunt as he tried desperately to keep going. It was going to be close. A loud scream and clenching walls around his cock marked Riley's crash that was soon followed by Brian's explosion. Panting, moaning, and quivering, they grasped at each other's hair and enjoyed release together.

Brian collapsed on the bed beside Riley, who rolled over to face him and to stroke his cheek. When he stopped seeing stars, he noticed she was grinning at him. 

"What?" he said, warily. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask you something," she replied, innocently.

"What, then?" he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Be my Valentine?" she grinned and cuddled up closer to him. 

Brian laughed and kissed her, "Of course."



Friendly Neighbours



Dropping the last heavy box into the hallway, I clapped my hands together to get rid of the excess dust, rested them on my hips and sighed. It had been a long day of moving house, my least favourite thing in the world, but it was finally done. I looked around my little house and sighed again, from happiness rather than exhaustion this time around.

Afternoon sun filtered through the many glass panels in the open plan kitchen/dining area. I had done really well. My new place was small and modest but open and cute, in a vintage kind of way. Now that the boxes were in, I had to unpack them. At least I had the rest of the week to do that at my leisure, a block of days to work on my new home and make it my own.

I went down the hallway and poked my head out the front door, waving off the removalists. I glanced up and down the street, taking in my new surrounds. It was a quiet neighbourhood. I could see a few children playing basketball together at the end of the cul-de-sac, some doors down there were two neighbours chatting over their shared fence, and at the opening of the street I could see a lone figure walking a number of dogs. Despite not having a family, this was exactly the environment I liked: pleasant, private, quiet, and friendly. I was looking forward to meeting my neighbours, maybe sharing a drink at the Christmas street party.

I made my way back inside my new house. First things first, I needed to set up the lounge room. Even if I didn't get a chance to put my bedroom together today, at least I could fall asleep on the couch while watching TV. I had only just slid the couch and TV stand into position when I started sweating. It was just my luck to move house on the hottest day of Spring. By the time I had set up the TV and DVD player, my dark grey tank top was stuck to my body with even darker lines of sweat. I could feel perspiration sliding down my spine.

In the bathroom, I splashed my face with cold water from the tap and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked frazzled as hell. Somewhere in all those boxes were some towels so I could shower. My pyjamas were in a different box. And another box held my toiletries. I felt as if I could collapse. It was overwhelming, moving house on your own. I used to have a man who would help with all of this heavy lifting, but that was just about all he was good for, I reminded myself. Don't forget how much lifting you did on your own.

I pressed the palms of my hands to my face and took a deep and steadying breath. I just needed a break before I continued on. The moment my ass hit the couch there was a rapping at the front door. I groaned in frustration and briefly wrestled with the idea of just laying low and pretending I wasn't home, but that wouldn't be very neighbourly would it? 

I got to my feet and shuffled to the front door, feeling the weight of the day hang down on me. What I saw when I opened the door made me straighten up and open my eyes so wide that any passer-by wouldn't have known I had spent most of the day moving house, if they hadn't seen my shabby clothes that is.

Standing on my doorstep was a man who could only be described as 'All-American'. He was tall and solidly built, his chest wrapped tightly in a black t-shirt. Dark strawberry blonde hair sat softly on his head and bristly around his jaw line, and a smile full of perfect teeth matched the smile in his eyes of vibrant and deep blue. He smiled at me as I stared dumbly at him, a thousand things going through my mind: holy shit he's perfect...oh my god I look like shit...I really hope I don't stink...Emily, say something damn it!

"Um, hi." I offered blankly.

"Hi there," he said in his deep voice, American accent to boot, "I saw you moving in earlier and I just wanted to welcome you to the street."

"Who...are you?" I hesitated.

"Oh god, I am so sorry. I'm just next-door. My name's Dan." 

He extended out a large palm and I accepted, sliding my hand into his. His hand made mine look small, something that doesn't often happen to tall women, and the skin on his hands was only slightly calloused. Maybe he was a builder?

It was only when I looked back up at Dan, who was smiling expectantly at me, that I realised I hadn't spoken. 

"Emily. That's my name. Emily." 

"Emily. Are you sure?" Dan laughed, still keeping a hold on my hand.

Oh lord, I had already made a complete fool of myself.

"I think so. I'm a bit blank at the moment, I'm pretty exhausted from moving."

"Well then, can I help you with anything?" Finally, Dan released my hand gently, and was that regret I sensed?

I thought of my bed that still needed assembly, but I knew I couldn't face that tonight. Besides, I was starving.

"I actually still have to put my bed together, but it's secondary to my beer and pizza needs right now. Are you able to come by tomorrow to help me with that?" Good one Emily, a second chance to make an impression.

"How's this: your order some pizza and I'll grab a 6-pack from my fridge. My only request is that there should be pepperoni. And I'll still help you with your bed tomorrow." Dan flashed that thousand-watt smile at me again before turning away and taking a light jog back to his place.

The back of him was just as perfect as the front: broad shoulders tapered down into a perfect ass. The shorts he was wearing really showed off his powerful legs. As I stood in the doorway objectifying Dan, he turned around and looked back at me, catching me in the act. He definitely smiled...but was that a wink?

I recoiled from the doorway in embarrassment. I turned back into the house, leaving the front door open for him, and scolded myself for being so damn obvious.

By the time I found my mobile, Googled a local pizza place and dialled their number, Dan was back in my house carrying two 6-packs. As I gave our order to the person on the other end, I watched Dan as he stood in the kitchen and packed the beers into the fridge. Damn unpacking a thousand boxes, I was really going to need a cold shower by the time he left.

He closed the fridge door and leaned against it, strong arms crossed against his chest, and watched me as I spoke. I tried to look over at him, but each time I saw that cheeky smirk, I turned away again. I stood on the other side of the kitchen bench and hung up the phone. I tried to stare at Dan for as long as I could.

"You're blushing." He said playfully.

I lifted a hand to my cheek. I was running hot too.

"It's impossible not to blush when you keep staring at me that way."

"It's impossible for me not to stare at you that way when you look the way you do."

"Dishevelled?"

"I was thinking of the word undone." Dan's voice was husky as it slid over the last word.

If I was blushing and hot before, my head had certainly caught on fire. Who did this guy think he was? While I remained completely blank, the same devilish smile remained plastered to his face. I took a deep steadying breath before speaking again.

"May you please get me a beer?"

Dan chuckled to himself as he walked to the fridge and pulled out two bottles.

"And," I continued, "Why did you bring two 6-packs?"

"I'm going to be coming back tomorrow for the bed, aren't I? Well, that calls for more beer."

I shrugged my shoulders in agreement and leant forward, resting my elbows on the kitchen counter. I took a long, deep drink from my bottle before speaking again.

"Any excuse is a good one I guess. So, what do you do?" 

Dan mirrored my actions and braced his body against the countertop. We were face to face, separated by no more than 10 inches. The smell that wafted from his body, earthy and salty, was intoxicating.

"I work from home. I custom make furniture from recycled materials or wood. Whatever my clients ask for. And I love what I do, because it keeps me at home with my dogs."

I thought to earlier in the afternoon when I was standing at the front door. I could feel a broad smile spreading on my face. If moving house was my least favourite thing to do, being with dogs was the exact opposite.

"Was that you I saw walking all those dogs a couple of hours ago?"

"Yeah, that was me. So you're ok with dogs?"

"Ok is not what I am. Crazy dog lady is more accurate."

Warmth spread through the pit of my stomach, a feeling that had absolutely nothing to do with the beer I was drinking. Was it possible for one man to be so completely perfect?

"So then, Emily," the emphasis on my name was heavenly, "what is it that you do?"

"I also work from home. I tutor drama and history for high school students."

"Ooo, watch out! An intellect here, huh?" Dan clinked his beer bottle against my own, inching closer to me. "So have you ever had to get any kids in trouble?"

"No, my kids are pretty smart. And I'm a nice teacher." 

"And what about you? Do you ever get into trouble?" His eyes glinted and his voice was thick with lust.

The sensation of Dan throwing me over the edge of the bed and hard slaps across my behind flashed through my mind. I swallowed hard, positive that this was exactly the image he wanted to plant.

Surely Dan could hear my heart beating, we were almost nose to nose. His eyes flickered across my lips and lingered there as he lifted my chin with one finger. His breath tasted of beer. His breathing was just as shallow and ragged as my own. Our lips brushed for the briefest of moments before a loud knock came from the front door. My green eyes met his blue and I saw annoyance flash behind them.

"Damn it. Can't a guy make a move on a babe in peace? Admit it, that was a pretty good move, right?" Dan laughed as he stood upright and walked to the door.

I stood still, trembling with desire, with disbelief, and in aggravation. I really needed that kiss. It took me a moment to realise that Dan had gone and paid for the pizza that I had ordered for dinner. I ran down the front hallway to catch the driver just as Dan shut the door behind him. He turned to walk towards me, box in hand.

"I think I've seen a porno that started just. Like. This." Dan sauntered towards me with the pizza box held at crotch height and he flapped the lid.

"Did you just pay for that?" I asked dumbly.

"No, I picked it up off the street. Of course I paid for it. What do you think I did?"

"I was supposed to buy that."

"Think of this as a welcome dinner, ok? Come on, let's eat."

Dan dropped the pizza box unceremoniously on to the kitchen counter and opened the lid. It seemed unspoken that we didn't need plates or cutlery. We dug in straight away, each of us taking a slice and devouring it in silence. It was only after I had finished my first slice that I looked at my greasy hands and realised I didn't have any napkins for us to wipe our hands. I looked down at my tank top but Dan must have realised what I was thinking and interrupted my thought process.

"Wait..." Dan grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, "use this." He shoved his t-shirt into my hands.

I bit my bottom lip as he stood shirtless and shameless in front of me. Every inch of his torso was perfection. His body was tight and muscular, the body of a man who worked with his hands. Dark blonde hair spread from his collarbone down to his bellybutton and into his trousers. I had never been left breathless at the mere sight of the male form until that exact moment. Dan stared at me while I regained consciousness. 

"Dan, do you flirt so outrageously with every woman you meet?" I asked, trying my hardest not to sound desperate.

"This is my first time, Scouts Honour!" He lifted a bulked arm in salute.

"Oh my god, do you need a license to carry those?"

He flexed his biceps in the manner of a body builder and laughed. What I would give to be the woman to cover that man in oil...

I quickly looked down at my hands, just so that I had something to stare at other than his body, and I took my time wiping grease from the creases of my fingers with his shirt.

"May I have another beer?" I asked with out looking up. I was afraid of what I would give away if I caught his eye.

Dan moved away from the counter, and it was only when I heard his feet shuffling away that I lifted my gaze. I regretted it almost instantly. The toned muscles of his broad back flexed fluidly as he opened the fridge door. I couldn't help myself; I bit at my bottom lip and my eyebrows knotted in anxious lust. Looking at him was painful. As I stared longingly, Dan turned his head towards me, catching me yet again.

I didn't know where to look, so in spite of my decreasing hunger for food and my increasing hunger for something else, I grabbed another slice of pizza and busied myself trying to eat it. Dan also took another piece and eyed me off as we ate.

"I saw that." Dan stated in between mouthfuls, almost as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The food in my mouth went down heavily when I swallowed.

"I...I don't even know what to say. Sorry?" I stumbled. 

"You don't have to say sorry. You're only human." He winked at me over his food. "So, you don't have a bed set up. Where were you planning on sleeping tonight?"

It took every ounce of willpower I had not to say something sultry like "I was hoping you would keep me up all night", so when I could trust my mouth to say the right thing, I answered:

"I have the bare bones of my living room set up. I'll just sleep on the lounge."

"Damn! I was really hoping you would be taking my hints and come sleep at my place."

A tingle started in my lower back and crept down my legs. It would be impossible not to flirt back now.

"Sleep at your place? Here I was thinking you would keep me up all night." I smirked tightly, trying not to laugh at how brazen I sounded.

Dan's eyes narrowed in on me, and a soft groan came from his lips. In movements that were too fast to be anything but impulsive, Dan straightened himself and walked around to my side of the bench. I stood frozen to the spot; too excited to move but too scared to stay in one place. In one swift motion, Dan wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to his body. I braced my hands against the warm, tanned skin of his chest and ineffectively and unenthusiastically tried to push away from his heat. In response, Dan gently pushed his hips against mine, his strong erection putting pressure between my legs.

"Dan, stop. We don't even know each other."

"So why does that mean we can't fuck?" At the last word, Dan thrust into me again, making me moan and melt into his body.

"I'm tired, I haven't had a shower, and a million other reasons why we can't right now." 

His hands dropped down and cupped my ass, sending electric thrills through my body as they came to rest between my thighs. He gripped my body tighter.

"Baby, believe me when I say that you will forget all of those reasons once I'm balls-deep inside you." He whispered in a gravelled voice.

A small, lustful whimper slipped from between my lips. My body was begging me to say yes, but I was stupidly stubborn. My bones ached with exhaustion and I knew there was no way I could be up for a whole night, let alone another hour.

I gave one more weak push, and I felt a pang of regret as Dan slid his hands away from my body. The wanting look hadn't left his eyes.

"Will you still come to help with the bed tomorrow? Anytime after 10 is fine."

We walked together to the front door, and it wasn't until Dan was out of the house that he spoke. He turned around to look at me with a wicked cheekiness glinting in his smile.

"Bed is definitely something I can help you with."

He strolled over the lawn confidently, leaving me as a breathless puddle. Over the last couple of hours, I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. Was this normal? What was normal anyway?

I locked the door and went back down the hallway, checking each box until I located my towels. Not having a shower was no longer an option. Too lazy to try and rummage through everything to find my toiletries, I grabbed the hand soap from beside the kitchen sink and took it into the shower with me.

I scrubbed myself from head to toe, watching dust and dirt swirl down the drain. I couldn't stop thinking about Dan, which was doing me no good at all considering I had many more important things to do, like get the internet and cable set up. I had thought I wouldn't need a man as long as I had access to Don Draper and Jon Snow whenever I needed them, but clearly I was wrong. 

I thought about the way he had his arms around me, how safe he felt, and I reached between my legs. I was on fire with thoughts of him; my folds were slick at the memory of him. It would have been so easy to pleasure myself then and there, leaning against the cool tiles of the shower, but I couldn't. I wanted my next orgasm to be with Dan.

I rinsed off, dried off, and slipped on an old t-shirt. I grabbed another beer before I threw myself onto the lounge, moaning as my bones relaxed almost painfully. I didn't even have time to grab the TV remote before my eyelids closed themselves heavily, and I drifted into a deep sleep with my legs thrown over the arm of the lounge.

My eyelids rose, bringing the unfamiliar room into view. I sat bolt upright, taking in my surroundings. It wasn't until I spotted the boxes in the hallway that I remembered I was in my new house. I threw my head down heavily on the sofa and sighed. Thoughts of Dan, his cheeky smile, the mischievous gleam in his eye, all flooded my mind. I shook my head in a physical attempt to clear him from my head, but it wasn't any use. My stomach was all aflutter, and if it weren't for the pounding addicts headache that told me otherwise, I would have been able to go with out my coffee, I was just that filled with excitement. 

I looked over at my phone to check the time...how on earth was it already 9:45am? I leapt up and ran to the bathroom to wash my face, throw on a coat of mascara, run a brush through my hair and clean my teeth. I took off my shirt and threw it into the bathtub and ran topless out to the boxes of clothes scattered around the house. I found an easy summer shift, a bra and panties and I threw them down on the kitchen counter while I put the kettle on for my coffee.

I had only just finished pulling up my bra straps when Dan knocked on my front door. Ten on the dot. I slipped the dress over my head and made sure all the buttons were done up as I walked down the hallway. It briefly flashed through my mind that it wouldn't be a bad idea to undo one or two buttons at the top of the dress, but I dismissed the thought almost immediately. I certainly didn't want to look like I was trying too hard.

I opened the door and there, surrounded by morning sunlight, was Dan. His smile only made the sun shine even brighter.

"Good morning neighbour." He greeted me, leaning in to kiss my left cheek, and then casually strolled right passed me and into the kitchen.

Heat shot right through my body, and I knew right away that I was hotter and wetter than when he left me last night. I took a breath and steeled myself as I followed him.

His ass looked amazing in dark jeans, but it was watching his back flex underneath a plain white t-shirt that killed me. I needed to feel those muscles with my hands, my lips, my tongue.

"Coffee?" I asked, as soon as my brain moved back up to my head.

"Please. Milk, no sugar. Thanks." 

I pulled out mugs, coffee and milk and began pouring the boiled water.

"So," Dan started, "when do we start in bed together? I mean, on the bed together, of course." He was smiling broadly at his little 'slip-up'.

I nearly dropped one of the mugs, but managed to put it in front of him with only a couple of drops of coffee spilled.

"As soon as we're done with this." I said as I raised my mug to him.

"For which part of my question?"

My stomach did loops and I didn't dare make eye contact with him. All I knew is that once he got my panties off, my body would be a dead giveaway.




Friendly Neighbours



When I finally got the courage to raise my head, our eyes locked. Dan's eyes pierced through me. I took such a large gulp of coffee that it hurt to swallow. I put my mug down on the counter just a little too hard.

"Let's get started, huh? I mean, going to the bedroom. To, um, make the bed. You know what I mean." I stumbled like an idiot. 

I turned quickly on my heel and practically sprinted into my bedroom. I started to pull the bubble wrap off the solid teak headboard and frame when Dan came in through the door and helped me. With a lot of heavy lifting that my dress was in no way appropriate for, we managed to put the bed together with little difficulty, but sweat started to bead on our bodies. The hardest part was lifting the heavy mattress on to the frame, and as soon as it slotted into place, I slumped onto the bed with my shoulders hunched.

I saw Dan's feet step between my own, and when I looked up at him something flashed between us. Before I could formulate any coherent thought, Dan reached toward me and pressed his hand against my shoulder, pushing me back against the mattress. I tried to sit up, but Dan climbed over me and braced his arms on the bed either side of me. With his legs, he nudged my knees apart to make a space of his body. 

My heart raced away in my chest, beating furiously and making my chest rise and fall with short breaths. It was positively pornographic. My mouth was dry, and as I flicked my tongue between my lips to wet them, Dan captured me in a warm kiss. Our tongues tasted one another, explored each other, and when I gently bit Dan's bottom lip, I was gifted with a moan of desire that rumbled through his body.

It was amazing, it was more than I could handle, but I lifted my hips to meet Dan's when I needed more than just kissing. I felt delightful pleasure ripple though me as our bodies grazed against one another, and it intensified when Dan used his hips to push me back onto the bed. He released my mouth and made a trail down my neck with humid kisses, his hips still grinding into mine. The way his hardness pushed against my core, the feeling of his tongue moving on my skin; I was panting for more. 

I slid my hands down his back and slipped them under his shirt, feeling the toned muscles move fluidly. With sure and steady fingers, Dan reached between our bodies and undid the top buttons of my dress, roughly pulling down my bra to free the heavy globes of my breasts. My whole body jolted as he grazed one fingernail over a puckering nipple. Dan moaned audibly as he captured a nipple in his mouth, the vibrations wriggling across my flesh. He worked my left nipple with his tongue, and still paid attention to the right, rolling it artfully between his thumb and finger.

I didn't exist except for those parts of my body that Dan was in control of. I was enraptured, still trying to gain relief by grinding against Dan, but it wasn't enough. I cried out when he took my nipple between his teeth, and the feeling of electricity shot straight through me, making me desperate. With all of the strength I had, I pushed at Dan's body using my arms and legs and managed to switch places with him, holding his body down into the mattress.

Dan looked up at me with playful lust in his eyes. There was nothing playful about this; I needed him inside me. Throwing my hands down on to his chest for balance, I spread my legs wide and straddled his crotch, his erection straining against the denim of his jeans. I ground my hips into his and sighed with relief as I worked pressure into my throbbing clit. I lowered my body slowly, until my freed breasts were pressed against his body.

"I need you. Please don't tease me, ok?" I whispered.

His hands were hot as they slid up the backs of my thighs and grabbed roughly at my ass.

"I'm not teasing you, Em. I'm trying to enjoy you." Dan nuzzled into my neck.

"Then enjoy fucking me first. Please don't make me beg." I pleaded quietly.

"But it's so much fun." Dan laughed softly.

I hit him gently on the arm and leaned further into his body with the aim of giving him a much-deserved bite on the shoulder, when the harsh sound of knocking at the front door made me sit bolt upright. I looked down at Dan and winked.

"Don't you want to get that?" He asked as he pulled down on my hips, driving himself into me.

"Fuck no." I growled, reaching for the hem of my dress to pull it over my head. I stopped when the knocking came again.

This time, a soft female voice floated down the hallway.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

"Oh, shit." Dan smiled as we both scampered off the bed.

"Oh shit what?"

"That sounds like Delilah, she's down the street at number 16. She's married, but she hits on me constantly. Lucky I'm here then." 

My stomach sank and I looked over at Dan with a frown as I buttoned up my dress. He wrapped one arm around my waist to pull me close and used his free hand to smooth my hair. He kissed my cheek tenderly.

"She's a desperate housewife. Don't be concerned."

As we walked down the hallway together, I scolded myself silently for being so jealous over a man I had only just met. Sure, I was pretty damn certain we wouldn't be leaving each other for the rest of the evening, but what comes next? I shook my head, trying to shake out the teenage girl-type thoughts.

I looked to Dan as I put my hand on the doorknob, and his broad, mischievous smile put me at ease. Dan stood behind me as I opened the door, and the face of the attractive middle-aged redhead that stood in the doorway fell as she caught sight of him.

"Hi!" I said as cheerily as I could manage in the face of this woman staring down the object of my desire.

She hesitated momentarily before answering.

"Uh...hi. I'm Delilah, I live a few doors down on the other side of the street with my husband Frank. I just wanted to come by and welcome you to the neighbourhood. I can see that someone has beaten me to it." She was clearly surprised and uncomfortable. I almost felt bad for her.

"Dan was kindly helping me put my bed together. Would you like to come in for some coffee?" I offered, mainly because I noticed she was holding a cake and it would be rude not to invite her in, but also because I was starving.

She nodded and I held the door wide for her. I smiled inside when Dan confidently took the lead and walked towards the kitchen as if he owned the place. I followed them both, offering Delilah a stool on one side of the kitchen bench while Dan joined me on the other side.

I introduced myself and we made small talk as I made coffee and cut up the cake. To my shame, I tried to talk a little too much to try and take Delilah's attention away from Dan. It was clear she wanted him, the way her gaze followed him around the room was a dead giveaway. But Dan kept it strictly professional: when he looked at her, it was eye contact only. And, causing a heat in the pit of my stomach that just added to the fire he had already lit inside me, his eyes were on me, all over me, at every other moment.

As I chatted to Delilah, I came to like her almost in spite of myself. I actually felt sorry for her: her and her husband had one child, a brat by all accounts, when she spoke about her husband Frank, it was clear that any passion she once felt had dissipated. No wonder she fantasised about Dan. That was easy enough to do with out having a rough home life. She wanted for male attention, and I knew exactly what that felt like.

I was actually enjoying her company. Delilah was clearly sad, but she wasn't sorry for herself. She was sassy but stuck in a tough situation. All too soon, our coffee cups were empty.

"Well, thank you for the coffee. I'd better let you two get back to 'making the bed'." She laughed and she threw inverted comma signs with her hands. There was a tinge of jealousy in her voice, but she seemed to be in good humour.

"Thank you so much for the cake." I said as we walked to the front door together. "Listen, I have the next week off work for the move. If you're free sometime during the week, did you want to go out for lunch or something?" 

Delilah's face lit up immediately. I would have put $100 down on the fact that she was one of those women who didn't have too many female friends.

"Oh yes, that would be lovely! I'll check my calendar and see when I'm free."

I waved Delilah off at the door and walked back in to the kitchen to find Dan waiting with an incredulous look on his face.

"Did I hear that right? Did you just ask her out to lunch?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?" Was this guy, who I met 24 hours ago, for real?

"May I ask why?" Dan's tone was curious, but not accusing. 

"She seems lonely. That's why she hits on you. Besides, keep your enemies close, you know?" I poked my tongue out at him.

Dan's eyes darkened suddenly and he lunged at me, grabbing me around my waist and pulling me fiercely against his body.

"If I remember correctly, before we were rudely interrupted, we were extremely close and you were begging me to fuck you." Dan was practically growling.

"No, I said don't make me beg." I whispered, unable to get my voice to work properly.

"I won't, not this time." His words made me whimper, heat building between my legs. "Are you on birth control?"

I only nodded once but it was all Dan needed. He manoeuvred my body so that I was bent over the kitchen counter with my face pressed against the cool marble. With haste and ease, Dan lifted my dress above my hips and pulled at the band of my panties, bringing them down to my knees.

"Lift your hips for me baby, I want to see how wet your pussy is." Dan gently commanded as he placed one hand on the small of my back.

If I wasn't wet before, I was soaking now. I stood on my tiptoes and arched my back, relishing the feeling of being on display for him. I could feel Dan bending down, and his breath brushed against the now exposed lips of my sex as he took in my scent. I ached to be filled. My senses were heightened and I could feel the electricity in the air crackle against my skin. Dan lifting his t-shirt over his head, unzipping his jeans and dragging the denim down his legs: these were the sounds of an orchestra to me. The back of my thighs tingled with anticipation, and a throbbing need pulsed inside me.

Dan's strong hands gripped my ass and he pressed his stiff shaft against my folds, physically asking for permission. I arched my back in response and it was all he needed. As he pushed inside me I braced the countertop and gasped for air. I hadn't seen him naked, and I wasn't expecting the unyielding thickness of his manhood.

An animalistic moan escaped my lips, and Dan lowered his chest onto my back as he pushed inside me to the hilt. His deep panting was in my ear; his humid breath was sending delicious chills through my body. He placed a hand on top of one of my own and gently lifted it from the countertop. He guided our hands down my body until I could feel the softness of my mound. Dan spread my fingers and slid them over my clit, making me buck against his body. He nipped at my ear by way of response, but our fingers didn't cease their journey. Dan kept going until our fingers were feeling the place where our bodies became one. I could feel how broad his erection was and how far I had to stretch to accommodate him inside my body. It was the most intimate I had ever been with a man.

"Do you feel that baby?" Dan was definitely growling now, his head buried against my neck. He slid out of me slowly, his length running against my hand, and pushed back inside me. "I knew we would feel so good together."

He moved our hands slightly higher to place more pressure on my clit before he pulled out and quickly thrust back. I cried out, the pleasure and pain sensations fighting one another. He repeated the actions, faster and faster each time until he was pumping wildly into my body. I didn't trust myself to move or for my legs to hold me upright.

A begging mewl was the only sound I could make when my all-consuming climax crashed over me. The feeling of Dan thrusting inside me, and the pressure on my clit, it was all too much. It was so intense. My knees buckled and threatened to bring me to the ground, but Dan kept one hand firmly on my hip to hold my upright. 

"Fuck. Oh fuck, Em." Dan panted as he came inside me, my body convulsing around him.

With his hand still holding mine at the junction between my thighs, Dan gently pulled out of me, the length of his still swollen manhood brushing against my fingers. He helped me straighten into a standing position and turned my body towards his.

"God, you're amazing." Dan said, tilting my head up so our eyes met.

"I didn't do anything. I just took it, really." I blushed.

"That," Dan started, biting his lip. Something like a cross between heated lust and admiration was flashing in his eyes. "Was not just taking it. I don't even know how to do describe what that was."

Dan cupped my chin and pulled me for a kiss. When our lips locked, he sighed with content.

"Dan, before we can even begin to do this again, I need a shower and food." I said, dragging myself away from a kiss that I knew would lead to more.

Disappointment crossed Dan's face momentarily, but it was quickly replaced with a smile. 

"Ok then. Let's shower here first and then eat. But after that, I have an idea that involves your bed and your cooperation."

I couldn't hide my blushing red cheeks as I led the way to the shower.



Friendly Neighbours Ch. 01



Ramon had moved into the nice little house in the suburbs just months ago. He was really delighted to be so lucky to get a home that was both affordable and close to his workplace. The house was on a quiet street with good connections to his workplace, so he needn't drive too long in the morning. So far he hadn't had much contact with his neighbours but they seemed to be friendly enough. He vowed to get to know them better as soon as he had settled down properly, but for the time being had postponed it other than going over to introduce himself to them. He had just finished college and it was the first time that he was living alone. And since had had to move to another city for his job, he didn't really have any friends in this city to begin with. So the first weeks he mostly spent in getting his home set up, enjoying the quiet evenings for now; It was a welcome change from the constant partying of college. 

Spring was just turning into summer and so he found himself mowing his lawn on a warm Saturday afternoon, with nothing else to do. He was moving up and down his lawn when he saw somebody lying in a deckchair on his neighbour's back porch, soaking in the sun. After taking a closer look, he saw that it was his neighbour Elaine herself. From what he gathered she was living alone, her sons having moved out just last year. She was an attractive woman in her middle years, who always seemed to have a cheerful smile for everyone. She had been the first neighbour to come over and bid him welcome, with a warm smile and a delicious self-baked cake. She had a way to make you feel at ease instantly no matter how well you knew her.

He raised his hand and waved at her in greeting. With a dazzling smile she returned the greeting. "Hey Ramon, how are you this sunny afternoon?"

"Doing fine here, Elaine, thanks for asking. And you? Enjoying the sun?"

"Yeah, I needed a bit of warmth. So... if you're bored you can mow this side too afterwards." she told him jokingly.

"Tell you what, if I get a nice cool beer afterwards, I'm game"

"If I knew you'd come so cheap I'd have hired you a lot earlier" she laughed.

He went on to finish mowing his lawn and then, as promised, moved over to hers. Slowly walking up and down the lawn he glanced over to the back porch from time to time, where she was lying on her back on the deckchair, eyes closed. Just relaxing or asleep, he couldn't tell. Elaine was in her mid-40s, having all the curves that a real woman needs; with a start he realized that he found her more attractive than most girls his age he knew. He eyed here lying there in her black bikini. Her full breasts perfectly filling it, her long auburn hair tossed to the side. It was getting warm, and a small drop of perspiration ran down her throat in between her breasts. His eyes followed to drop until it vanished in the fabric of her bikini, then, when realizing what he was doing looked away embarrassed, relieved that she still had her eyes closed.

"Damn, she's quite a looker" he thought to himself. 

He started to feel the heat too so he took off his shirt. "A bit of tan couldn't hurt either" he put the shirt over the handle of the mower and went on. A few drops of sweat were slowly running down his back has we worked, and his reduced wardrobe didn't escape Elaine either. She hadn't been sleeping before, merely enjoying the feel of the warm sun on her skin. From the corner of her eye she checked out his upper body, his muscular arms and torso, sighing to herself: "Oh, to be 20 again..."

After he had finished she waved him over to the back porch, indicating him to take a seat while she went to fetch two cold beers from the fridge. Once she returned they enjoyed the refreshments while chatting about this and that: Where he came from, what he does for a job, how he likes his new home. At the same time he couldn't help checking her out, especially that spectacular cleavage she was sporting. Sitting up it was even more notable than when she had been lying down, the bikini held her breasts firmly. He had to concentrate hard so that he didn't get hard on the spot. The way her rather large breasts sagged just a tiny little bit, the way the upper part was revealed by the bikini and how her nipples where faintly visible through the fabric really did get his blood boiling. And her radiant smile did nothing to cool him down again. Since he had moved here he hadn't had a single date, so in a way he was rather sex starved, though that alone didn't explain his fascination: Elaine was just downright stunning.

Evening arrived much too soon and it was time for him to go back over, thanking her for the beer and the company. He received another one of those dazzling smiles in return before he made his way back to his house. The afternoon of looking at her body had left its traces and so he went first to the bedroom to have a short scrub...as he entered he noticed that she was up in her bedroom as well, having left her window wide open. Mesmerized he watched her rummage through her cupboard, getting some clothes out at last. His breath nearly stopped when she reached behind herself, with her back to him, opening her bikini and letting it fall to the floor. Slowly she stepped right out of her panties too, before putting on a new thong and bra. While she was naked he just stood there, taking in the full beauty of her body. His eyes wandered slowly over her, taking it all in. Her ass was perfectly rounded, he liked women with curves and hers were just perfect. Her legs were long and well shaped with a slight tan. She was a bit bigger than the girls he usually had gone out with, her hips a bit wider too, but if anything that made her even more stunning. 

Ramon found his hand moving down his body to his crotch, gripping the already growing bulge there, massaging it through his pants. He hoped she couldn't see him there, but behind the windows in the dark room he should be safe. Fascinated he watched as she slowly pulled the thong up, then her jeans, pulling them over her perfectly rounded ass. She turned around and despite thinking he's not visible he ducked behind the bed, peeking over it nervously. She made no indication that she noticed anything as she arranged her breasts in her bra before pulling over a shirt. Having finished dressing, she slipped out of her bedroom and out of his view. Totally turned on now he jumped on his bed, pulled his shorts down and jerked himself off with a vengeance, he needed only a few hard strokes before he could feel the cum build up, shooting it all over his upper body. The image of her standing there in front of her cupboard was burned in his mind.

He stayed on his bed for a few minutes, catching his breath. He couldn't remember ever having been so turned on by anybody without even touching them, just the memory of her body brought a warm feeling to his belly. He had never been attracted to women who were considerably older than himself before, but his sex-draught alone couldn't explain this. There was just something special about Elaine that went beyond her good looks that made him swallow dryly just thinking about her. The way she moved, the way she talked in a rather deep, sultry voice, and most importantly the way her sparkling green eyes lit up every time she smiled at him just made his head spin.

The next few days he kept glancing out his window whenever he was in, hoping to catch another glimpse of her, but no such luck. The week dragged on, the evenings appeared endlessly long and boring. He kept jerking of to the memory of her at least once a day, unable to push the image of her wonderful mature body out of his mind. He never had a photographic memory, but the picture of her standing there somehow had remained in his mind as clear as if she were still right in front of his eyes. At night he slept badly, tossing and turning, dreaming of her dressing and undressing often waking up in the middle of the night, rock-hard, something that hasn't happened to him since he first began to awake sexually. He was just glad that he woke up before cumming, even with nobody around to notice he would have been a bit embarrassed at that.

Finally, weekend was here again, and since the forecast was good, he hoped of getting another eyeful of her sunbathing. He got out at around 11, sitting down on his front steps, enjoying the quiet Saturday morning air. For the first time in days he felt somewhat relaxed, sitting back and letting the slight breeze touch him. 

"No lawn-mowing today?" the familiar, teasing voice of Elaine brought him out of his reverie. 

He opened his eyes, seeing her stand there behind the hedge, only her upper body visible. She had done her brilliant smile and apparently a new set of Bikini, this time cream-colored which seemed to complement her soft skin perfectly. Already his heart was starting to beat faster. The sun on her auburn hair gave her the impression of glowing, her eyes sparkled vividly and her full, smiling lips glistened a bit. 

"Oh, nah, not today I think, I just don't feel like it" he answered while trying not to stare at her too obviously. 

"Ah, I see, you're right, such a beautiful day like this shouldn't be wasted on menial work. I'm going to take another sun-bath, if you'd like you could join me later for a cool lemonade, what do you think?"

"I'd be delighted" he stammered out. 

She smiled, turned around and started to head over to her deck chair. As she walked, or maybe it should better be called glided, over, more and more of her lower body became visible. When her bottom was revealed, Ramon nearly choked. She was wearing a thong that only lower back with a thing triangle. Below that her cheeks were wholly uncovered and they swayed with every step she took. He was so fixed on her ass that he realized too late that she was turning around to sit down. When he finally broke off and looked up she was already sitting down, a broad smile on her face. She winked at him before lying down. Surely, she must have noticed him checking out her ass. He blushed at the thought, yet could do nothing about it. He made himself wait nearly an hour, which seemed more like a day to him, before getting up and casually walking over to her porch. As he got closer he had again the chance to check out her wonderfully lush body, her hips uncovered, her breasts heaving and setting slowly to the pace of hear breathing. She sat up as she saw him come close, that incredible smile that seemed to touch every part of her face immediately being directed at him again. 

Elaine had seen him looking at her ass earlier and had been secretly pleased that her ass still seemed capable of drawing such looks. Now his eyes were wandering over her body again, although he tried to hide it. She had never felt like this before, but she really enjoyed how he looked at her. She felt a tingling in her stomach every time his eyes fell on her. Boldly she leaned forward, presenting him with an even better view of her cleavage, satisfied when she saw him swallow dryly, colour flushing to his face. 

They sat like this for hours, talking as if they'd known each other for years. Elaine made an effort of presenting her in the most seductive, sexy poses possible without being too obvious, and was rewarded with his furtive looks, that grew more and more obvious as the time drew on. After a while she did notice that not only his eyes had noticed her; his erection was getting visible through his pants, although he tried to hide it as well as he could. She tried to present her backside as often as possible, pulling her knees up, slightly bent to one side and he sure seemed to appreciate that view especially. From the corner of her eyes she noticed him rearrange his crotch several times which excited her even more. She noticed a warm, wet feeling between her legs that she hadn't had in quite a while. 

It got late fast and soon it was time to part again. As they hugged each other goodbye, he held her a split second longer than he had to, feeling her breasts press against his chest, her lips brushed over his cheek upon releasing the hug. Bewildered he stumbled over to his home, immediately heading for the bedroom, hoping for a rerun of last week's show. He sat on his bed in the dark room and waited, watching her window.

Elaine headed up to her bedroom too, thinking of getting some fresh underwear out to put on after a refreshing shower. She knew that Mr. Showerhead was going to pay her a visit today - she felt hornier than she had in months, and knew that she wouldn't get any sleep tonight before she hadn't gotten herself off. The thought of Ramon's looks sent a new flash through her body and she had to grip her thong for a second, feeling it slightly wet to her touch. When she turned around in her room, she saw a shadow moving over in Ramon's house. She could see almost nothing but it looked like he was sitting on his bed, facing her. She was about to turn to the window to close it, when a naughty thought occurred to her. The thought of him sitting there watching her made her whole body tingle and she decided to give him something more to see.

She turned her back to him, and reached up, opening the clasp of her bikini top. Slowly she let it slide down her side before letting it drop to the floor. Softly she cupped her soft, lush breasts, lifting them slightly, feeling her nipples react to her touch. Stepping sideways she turned around to pick up her bikini and put it on the bed, her breasts slowly swaying with her movement. Now, she slowly straightened up again, turned around again, put her thumbs inside her thong and slowly sled it down her body bending slightly as she did it. Bent over, her ass was facing the window which must give him a prime view of her backside. Next she put one foot on her bed and let her fingers trace her leg from the foot on upwards, feeling the smooth, warm skin. Thoroughly enjoying the caress she let the hand slide higher, over her knee and her thigh, slowly approaching the shaved spot between her legs.

Ramon sat on his bed, rock steady. His back straight he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only had Elaine decided to change clothes in clear sight again, she was doing it in such a seductively, sensual style that robbed him of any clear thought. All he could see was how she moved through her bedroom, removing her clothes. How she held her perfect breasts and stuck out that incredible butt when she stepped out of her thong. Now she was running a finger along her legs and he nearly fell over when he realized that her hand was heading straight for her pussy. His cock was hurting in his constrained jeans as he watched her slender hand slowly glide over her shaved pussy up to her belly, then down again. He had to open his jeans to relieve some of the pressure as he saw her finger slowly spread her pussy lips, tracing them. Was she really going to masturbate right there? He dared not even hope it. 

Elaine felt the lust fill her when her fingers came closer to her pussy, she knew she was going to have to relieve herself. Did she have the nerve to share her most private moment with Ramon across the street? Did she dare doing it in plain view? Her reservations melted away as the mere thought of him watching heightened her arousal to astronomic heights. When her finger tips parted her pussy lips a shudder made his way through her body. Her legs were beginning to feel rubbery, so she went over to her bed. Sitting down, then lying down she let her hands move down her body, caress her breast for an instant before heading lower, over her belly down to the wet spot between her legs. Almost instantly, one finger started to circle her clit, drawing gusts of pleasure. She thought of her secret watcher and a low moan escaped her lips. Her body vibrated with desire as she slowly started to stroke herself, caressing her like she hadn't in a long time.

Across the street, Ramon had taken his hard cock out, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Slowly as if in trance he was stroking it watching intently how she ran her hands over her body, her eyes shining with arousal. His hand moved ever so slowly, pulling his foreskin back all the way, feeling his cock pulse in his hand, then sliding it up again, before resuming to pump it slowly. He had to take care not to stroke too fast, because the view was so much of a turn on for him that he was afraid of ejaculating any moment. He tried to take in every little detail of her body, of her movements. How her legs curved, how her chest heaved faster and faster now, how perspiration began to shine on her forehead, her hair becoming tousled with her movements. The desire burning in him, he began to stroke faster, his cock pressing against his palm.

On her bed, Elaine was getting out of control. All she could think of was Ramon watching her, possibly jerking off to her. Her body trembled with excitement as her caresses got more demanding, more desperate. She could feel the soaking wetness in her pussy; feel how close she was to an orgasm. Her nipples were standing out, hard and very sensitive to the touch of her other hand. She gasped for air as she felt herself tightening inside. She started thrashing on her bed as she was suddenly immersed in a feeling of utter bliss as an immense orgasm washed over her, drowning out all thought besides enjoying the sensation. She shouted out with pleasure, pressing her eyes shut. Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her, before the orgasm slowly started to subside. When she could think again, she got up slowly, her legs still a bit wobbly under her and walked over to the window and closed it, while sending a last wink over to Ramon's house.

Ramon was lost in ecstasy. His hand pumping away frantically. His eyes went wide when he realized that she was approaching an orgasm. Seeing her starting to thrash on the bed was too much for him and he passed the point of no return flying, feeling the cum rise in him rapidly. Within seconds a stream of hot, sticky cum was shooting out of his pulsing cock, and after it another one. He didn't even have time to guide it somewhere, so it just shot out, landing on the floor with a splat. His breath was going fast and he was sweating profusely as the sensation slowly receded, his hand still on his hot cock. As he tried to gather himself he saw her getting up, walking over to the window and looking straight at him. He nearly fainted when she winked at him.

When she closed her window he remained seated on his bed, petrified. His cock slowly turned limp again in his hand as he sat there contemplating what just had happened. Her wink was unmistakable, she had known that he was watching...and went on in spite of it. How could that be? She should have screamed at him for being such a pervert, or something along those lines. Instead she had continued in full view, giving him a show he'd never forget. He just couldn't believe his luck. He never knew he had a voyeuristic streak, but watching her had been just incredibly erotic. In fact he thought this experience had been sexier than several of his 'real' sexual encounters with other women. And he hadn't even touched her. After minutes he rose slowly, still naked, as if in trance and went to the shower to clean himself up. The whole evening he was beside himself, not really aware of anything but what had happened earlier, how was he ever going to face her again without trying to sink into the ground?

He went to bed early, but sleep wouldn't come. He lay on his back, eyes open, pictures of Elaine masturbating streaming past his eyes as if he were watching a movie. Again and again his mind replayed the whole show and he wasn't even close to get bored by it. He had an erection almost constantly, from time to time stroking himself a bit without thinking about it. He remembered every detail of her body, ever twitch, every moan she made. He remembered the soft curves of her body, her full breast, her wet lips, how her eyes closed as she came...after hours he finally drifted off into a fitful sleep, the images didn't stop, though.




Friendly Neighbours Ch. 01



Elaine wasn't doing much better. As usual she was sleeping in only her panties. She had thrown the covers back and was tossing and turning in her bed. A mixture of guilt, shame, pleasure and satisfaction made sleep impossible. She didn't know what devil had ridden her to masturbate in front of Ramon; he must think her a total slut now. Still she felt incredibly satisfied her orgasm having been one of the most violent in months if not years. The thought of him watching her had turned her on more than she ever would have expected. True, when she had still been with her ex-husband they had watched each other masturbate from time to time, but that had never turned her on so much as it had with Ramon. Just the thought of it instantly wetted her again. 

The next morning, Ramon made a resolution. He was going to have to go over and apologize to her, however embarrassing it was going to be, there just was no way around it. He made a short trip to town to get her some flowers and then nervously made his way over to her house. He stepped up onto her porch and rang the bell, fidgeting with the flowers in his hands, trying to calm himself. He had prepared a little speech in his mind to apologize to her, but when she opened the door every last one of those words escaped him. She was standing there in short, cut-off jeans and a tight, white top that emphasized her full breasts. She too seemed to be a bit nervous, but she caught herself faster. 

"Oh hi Ramon. How nice of you to call by. Would you like to come in for a moment, I think there's something we need to talk about"

Ramon swallowed, his throat had gone dry as the desert "Yes, I think you're right" was all he could get out. "Here, umm, these flowers are for you"

Even when nervous the smile she gave him was a sight for sore eyes, and it helped to set him a bit more at ease. 

"Aww, that's so sweet. Come on in, I'll just get a vase"

He followed her to the kitchen and sat down on the chair she offered him. She put the flowers in a vase, put them on the table and sat down on a chair at the other side of the table, and gave him another warm smile.

"Now, who's going to start?" her smile still quivered a bit with nervousness

"I think I should" said Ramon "I....I wanted to apologize to you for...for peeking on you last night." 

Before she could break in he continued

"I know I shouldn't have, I should have walked out, it just wasn't right. But...but somehow I just couldn't seem to pull myself away."

"It was just..., I was too captivated, the way you moved; you are just incredibly beautiful" he started stammering towards the end, blushing brightly as the last words left his mouth. This wasn't what he had intended to say, but it came out before he could think about it. 

She sat there, studying his face intently, which made him blush even more, her eyes large as pools made him almost drown in them as she fixed them on his. 

"When I invited you in" she started "I intended to apologize to you, for my lewd behaviour last night. It's not how I normally act; in fact I never act like this. But now I think I don't need to apologize to you just as there's no need for an apology on your side. What I did, what I showed you last night, was what I wanted you to see; I realize that now. In fact, I think I would have been disappointed if it had turned out that you didn't watch after all. I still can't explain what exactly happened with me, but I'm not going to lie to you: knowing you were watching aroused me immensely."

Now it was her turn to blush, while he just sat there, gaping. Her word hit him with full force, and though he was vaguely aware that he must look like an idiot sitting there with his mouth hanging open, saying nothing, he couldn't think of anything halfway intelligent to say. 

Seeing his discomfort, it was now Elaine's turn to blush slightly, though she held his eyes firmly, trying to smile encouragingly.

Finally, Ramon managed to get a hold of himself. Slowly he drew himself up, fixing those large crystal pools that were her eyes.

"I...I have to say, this caught me totally off-guard. It's more than I dared hope for. I came over hear fearing that I might have destroyed our friendship, but now it seems that there's hope still, more than hope. You have to believe me when I tell you that I've never done anything like this before. I don't know how to put it in words, but the way I saw you last night was easily the sexiest thing I've ever seen. You are just simply amazing." 

"Well, thank you. I'm glad that's settled then since neither was hurt it seems that we're in the clear." A sly grin spread on her face "and who knows what develops out of this"

Instantly, his throat went dry again, nervously he fidgeted on his chair. 

"But where are my manners, I'll make us a coffee first." 

With that she got up and went over to the coffee machine. When she bent over to get the sugar from the lower shelf, he could see the top of her thong look out of her cut-off jeans. Her spectacular upper thighs were even more emphasized in this position. Ramon very nearly let out a low groan, but caught himself in the last instant. When she got up and turned around again, her smile had taken on a wicked quality, as if she was planning some mischief. She put the cup of coffee down in front of him and sat down.

Taking a few drops of cream she looked up at him "Now, you've seen exactly what I did last night, but I have no idea what you did while watching. I'm intrigued to find it out, though"

Previously he had thought that he couldn't possibly blush more, but he did under her scrutiny.

"I ..ah..well, you know, I masturbated too" he finally admitted, while appearing to study his coffee.

She laughed softy "Well, next time, I demand equal rights. I show you mine and you show me yours" 

"That's a deal" he answered, not knowing what to make of this, was she really suggesting a repeat of it?

The sat there for some way, chatting about some other trivial things, that set Ramon slowly but steadily back at ease. Suddenly she stood up

"I have to make a short trip to town soon, I'd better put on something a bit more decent. Umm, wanna watch?"

"errr WHAT?!? I mean, of course, there's nothing I'd rather do right now. Are you serious?"

She took his hand and guided him to her bedroom. All too aware was he how her soft fingers brushed his as she pulled him in. She patted on the bed, indicating for him to sit down.

"Now...what could I put on that's respectable enough for town. I think I'll go with a long skirt and a blouse, agree?"

She started rummaging through her cupboard, stood on her toes to pull something from the top shelf. The move displayed her well rounded calves and thighs perfectly, her ass tight with the tension. Finally she found something that satisfied her and got down again, laying a pale rose blouse on the bed. She turned to him and without warning pulled her tight top over her head. Her breasts swayed slightly as she pulled the piece off. Ramon was again reduced to gaping. Her he was sitting not 2 meters from that beautiful woman that played the major role in every single one of his wet dreams of late; and she had just taken off her top, revealing those wonderfully full breasts to him.

"Well, I better put on a bra now, gravity is finally taking its toll it seems" as she pointed to the way her breasts were hanging ever so slightly.

"No, they're perfect like this; there really is no other word for this. Perfect"

She gave a low, throaty laugh at that, sending shivers down his spine "Well, aren't you a charmer. But still, I'll better put on a bra; don't wanna be the talk of the town now, do I?"

With that she turned again and pulled a cream-coloured bra out of her cupboard, slowly putting it on. The bra had a slight push-up effect, lifting her breasts slightly and pushing them together, producing a rather spectacular cleavage. For maybe the 1000th time today Ramon swallowed dryly. Already his cock was beginning to throb again in his pants, but there was nothing he could, or dared, do about that at the moment. Once her bra was fastened she slowly opened the buttons of her cut-off jeans and wriggled out of them, letting them slide down her legs. 

Soon she stood in front of him, clad only in that cream-coloured bra and that tiny dark-blue thong he had gotten a glimpse of earlier. The pale skin of her ass made a perfect contrast to the dark thong, highlighting the curves of her ass filling him with the desire to touch them, just once. Her cheeks wriggled slightly whenever she moved. When she turned again and bent over to look for some matching panties for her bra he nearly fell off the bed. 

Once she found a matching cream-coloured pair of panties, she turned around to him again and with a sultry smile stepped out of her thong. Finally he could see her clean-shaved pussy from close, how her thin pussy lips closed it, creating that beautiful narrow slit.

"What do you think looks better on a woman? Clean shaved like this, or with a strip of hair?" she demanded suddenly. 

"It really depends." he answered after thinking about it for a second "this looks really great and sexy on you, though I have a feeling anything would. Though generally, I prefer it shaved like this" pointing at her and giving her a boyish grin

"Yeah, maybe I should grow a thing landing strip, so you can really compare" she laughed. "You know, it's funny, I was never a prude, but I never really felt comfortable being naked in front of anybody....except you."

With that she started putting on her panties again, turning around to check in the large mirror if everything fit and smiling when she caught him staring at her ass. Afterwards she started buttoning her blouse and stepped into a knee-long beige skirt. Checking the time she squealed suddenly.

"Oh my, so late already, I really have to get going. Bending down she gave the baffled Ramon a quick kiss on his cheek. Could you lock the door when you go, the key is on the fridge? See you soon." with that she whirled out of the room

"Uh sure" he answered to the empty room. He heard the front door open and close and seconds later her car pulled away. He slowly got up, and looked around her bedroom. The clothes she'd worn lay discarded on the floor. Hesitantly, he bent over to pick up the thong, turning it in his hand. As he felt the soft fabric he noticed a slightly wet spot at the front. Slowly he ran the tip of his finger over it, and guided it to his tongue. Realizing he tasted her juice very nearly made him cum on the spot. His nosiness made him want to rummage through her cupboard, checking out her underwear and if she had any toys hiding, but in the end his conscience won out. Carefully, he put the thong on the floor again, went down, locked the door and went over to his house. 

Time crept by slowly. He kept catching himself looking out the window to check if Elaine had returned. However hard he tried, he couldn't find anything to occupy his mind; every time his thoughts started to stray after minutes. He finally settled to watch TV a bit, or better he zapped through the channels while dreaming of her. He was only half aware of the channels he switched through, his thoughts fixed on her lush body, he didn't know what it was, but every little detail about her seemed just to be perfect, even if he knew that form an objective point of view that wasn't so. Her curves were too pronounced for her to ever star on any magazine, for instance, but he didn't care, or better he actually preferred her that way. 

Realizing he was sweating again, he decided that taking a cold shower would maybe help some, so he headed to the bathroom and stepped under the shower, letting the cool water run over his body. The refreshment did sooth his body a bit, but even that did nothing to take his mind off her. As soon as he stepped out of the shower he heard the doorbell ring. Quickly he dried down, wrapped the towel around his waist hand headed for the door. 

Still dripping a bit he opened the door, stopped dead by Elaine's radiant smile. 

"Well, if this isn't a nice sight" she chuckled "I was just coming over to pick up my key, but now I think I should demand to watch you dress, quid pro quo, you know?"

"Well, I wouldn't want to hear that I don't fulfil my promises" he replied with an embarrassed grin, before he slowly took her hand and guided her to his room. As she had done before, he indicated for her to sit down on the bed before turning to the cupboard in search of fresh clothes. Taking a pair of shorts, tight boxers and a t-shirt he turned to her again, finding her immersed in checking out his body. He knew he was no Adonis, yet he was not unhappy with his body, the muscles of his chest and belly were defined even if he did not sport a six-pack. His butt was, in his opinion his best part, and his ex-girlfriends had agreed to that, it was firm and well-formed. He hoped her slow smile meant that she liked what she saw so far. He hesitated a few moments not knowing if he dared removing the towel, but finally gripped himself and let the towel fall to the floor. 

Like Elaine his pubic zone was clear shaven, his last girlfriend had insisted on it or else would have refused to please him orally. And since then he had kept it that way, since he found out that he quite liked the look on him. He was very much aware of the way Elaine let her eyes wander over his body, especially his pubic area. He hoped he could control himself enough to not get hard in her presence. 

"I see you hold it like me when it comes to shaving your lower regions" she grinned at him "I like that look a lot. And if I may say so, your cock is shaped quite nicely"

Hearing her refer to his penis as 'cock' made him twitch instantly. Self-consciously he smiled at here, saying thanks before hurriedly reaching for his underwear and starting to step in them. As she rearranged his cock in his tight boxers he realized to his horror that he already was half-hard again. He turned a bashful eye at her, hoping she hadn't noticed, but her wide smile confirmed his fears. His bulge clearly visible especially since the pair of shorts he had selected were so tight, he looked at her. 

"Sorry about that, I just seem to have no control over that as of lately. Especially in your presence."

"I noticed" she replied with a twinkle in her eyes "though that gives me the opportunity to both states of it, if you don't mind. Would you pull those shorts down again for me again?"

He swallowed; He was no longer half-erect. His cock had swollen to its full size at the casual way she talked about him. Shyly, he let his shorts slide down, his cock springing up again as soon as it was free. He watched her study it with hungry eyes, noticed how she took in every detail, her eyes moving from his head down the shaft to his balls, then up again. It was almost as if she was stroking him with her eyes. The thought made him twitch once more. 

"Do..do you like what you see?" he asked finally, starting to sweat under her scrutiny.

"Oh, more than like, you have a nice body, there's no denying that, and your cock does look like it can give plenty of pleasure as well" she giggled at that, enjoying his nervousness. As she took another look at his rock-hard penis she let her tongue run along her lips, softly licking them. Involuntarily, her move made him think of those lips wrapped over his cock, which nearly drove him wild on the spot. 

"Uhh, thank you. You're too kind, but I think I should get dressed again now, I have trouble controlling myself like this"

"And why do you want to control yourself in the first place? Since it looks like you're already ready to go, why not give me something to view" she teased, a wicked grin spreading on her face, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

He caught himself, finally realizing that there's really nothing to be embarrassed about, just two adults having fun. His hand went for his cock, gripping it softly

Smiling at her, he slowly started to pull back and forth, watching her for any reaction. She sat there still, her legs crossed, showing off her calves. Her eyes were fixed on his hand, how it slid back and forth, slowly jerking his cock. From time to time her tongue darted out again, wetting those full, red lips of hers. 

He tuned up his speed slightly, getting more agitated the more he touched himself. Her eyes on him felt like a thousand caresses. Beads of sweat were appearing on his brow has he started pumping faster and faster. His cock felt as hard as a lead pipe in his hand, twitching every now and then, especially when she leaned forward slightly to give him another glimpse of her considerable cleavage.

Gazing deep into her décolleté he felt his balls starting to pull together.

"I'm going to cum" he whispered hoarsely

"Good, can't wait" she replied and her voice wasn't exactly clear either, it came out rather husky.

Looking deep into her eyes he pulled back one last time, before he let felt the cum shoot out, guiding it so that it would land on the floor again. As he shot it out he had to close his eyes and bit his lower lip with pleasure. When he opened his eyes again, he saw her look deep into his, smiling a faint smile.

"Mhh, now that looked delicious" she said, getting up and stepping over to him. Like this morning she gave him a warm kiss on his cheek whispering "until next time" into his ear. And in turning gave him a pat on his butt before heading out and leaving him. 

"This woman's going to drive me insane" he thought to himself, but he really enjoyed it, he couldn't wait to find out if she'd take it any further. He for one sure would love to get another taste of her.

The sexual release had settled him down quite nicely; gone was his nervousness and distractedness of earlier today. True, his thoughts still turned towards her quite often, but it didn't unbalance him as it did earlier, those were fond thoughts. He cleaned his room up, dressed and went down to the kitchen to prepare his dinner.



Friendly Neighbours Ch. 02



In the bathroom, Dan undressed me slowly. I closed my eyes as he caressed my skin, his hands trailing over my shoulders, down my back, over my hips. I sighed softly and pushed my body into his hands, willing him to keep going. Dan misread me and pulled my body into his. He looked into my eyes before taking my mouth in a fierce kiss. It was impossible not to melt into him, and impossible not to press against his growing erection. Almost impossible.

"Dan, stop." I gasped, leaning away from his heat. "What are we doing?"

Dan furrowed his brow in confusion.

"This, Dan. We met yesterday, and look what's happened. And what's about to happen."

"Does that matter? People meet in bars, and on Tinder, and have one night stands all the time." He reasoned.

"We live next door to one another, though. We can't avoid each other."

"Do you want to avoid me?" The confusion on his face had turned to hurt.

I had known Dan for such a short time, but I already knew that avoiding him was something I didn't want to do. I doubt I could if I tried.

"I don't do this kind of thing, sleeping with random men."

"I'm not a random man, Em. At least, I don't have to be. Yes, this happened quickly but did we do anything you didn't want us to do?" Dan lifted one hand and tucked my hair behind my ear.

I shook my head. I had definitely wanted what we did and I definitely wanted more of the same.

Dan slid his hand across my jawbone and tilted my chin so that our noses touched.

"So then, we won't make this a random, one time only thing. Let's make this whatever we want it to be."

My heart fluttered and soared. Dan wanted more than just hook ups. Of all the things I expected so soon after experiencing such devastating heartache, falling for my new neighbour didn't feature on the list.

"Shall we?" I said, reaching into the shower to turn it on.

"No." Dan took my wrist and pulled me away. "I have something else in mind now. How do you feel about getting a little dirtier first?"

The smile on his face was sly and excited as he led me out of the bathroom and down the hallway into my bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and I watched intently as he got undressed. Blood pounded loudly in my ears as I waited for him to take off his jeans. Dan hooked his fingers into the waistband and I had to cross my knees as his jeans went down over his ankles. His cock stood proudly erect above a thick thatch of dark blonde hair. He was so aggressively male that I couldn't stop myself from reaching for him, but Dan took my hand and guided it to his mouth.

Kissing my palm, Dan stepped toward me, bringing his cock just inches from my face. I licked my lips in anticipation, waiting for the feeling of his heavy member against my tongue. The sensation never came and Dan chuckled as he walked away from me and to the other side of the bed, coming to lie down beside me. He used one hand to uncross my knees, continuing to over my thigh until his hand rested over my mound, his thumb sliding over my slit. I turned my body to face him, trapping his hand between my thighs to make sure he wouldn't leave me with out his touch.

"It feels good, knowing that you get this wet for me." Dan's voice was husky as he pressed his digit gently at the entrance of my warmth. "What's your last name?"

Well that was right out of left field. I didn't answer, but rolled my hips in an attempt to find some satisfaction. Dan read me though, and pulled his hand away from where I most wanted it.

"Nuh uh. Answer." He commanded.

"Jensen." I said, and I was immediately rewarded with pressure on my clit. Not enough, but it was there. "Yours?"

"Pratley."

Even in my state of needy desire, I couldn't resist making fun of him.

"Ohh, I'm Lord Daniel Pratley the third, pleasure to mee-" I started with an overly posh English accent, but I was silenced when Dan forcefully pressed a finger inside me. 

"Hmm, I knew that would shut you up." Dan groaned. "How old are you? Where did you grow up?"

"I just turned 30, and in the inner-city. I only moved to the suburbs a few years ago. You?" I answered, my breathing laboured as Dan teased me.

"36. I grew up here, in the suburbs."

"But your accent isn't from here."

"Very observant Ms Jensen. My family moved here from Portland when I was 12. I never lost my accent."

Much to my annoyance, Dan removed his hand from between my legs. He tapped his chin with the same finger he had inside me, a mock display of hard thinking. When he lifted two fingers to his mouth and sucked them, I nearly died. He put his hand back in its rightful place between my thighs and gently pushed his two fingers inside me.

"That's so good," I groaned "but your fingers can't compare to how good your cock feels."

"Be careful what you say Emily Jensen, I may just ravish you and then our little game will be over."

"That sounds wonderful, if you wouldn't mind." I tried to entice him, but Dan was relentless in his quest to get more information from me.

"Since we find ourselves naked on your bed, I am going to assume that you're single. So what is a drop dead gorgeous 30-year old woman doing buying a house on her own in the suburbs?"

My heart sank. When I realised the day before that something was sparking between Dan and I, this was the conversation I was hoping wouldn't arise, at least not for a long while. I gently pushed at the hand between my thighs and felt relief and regret as Dan slid his fingers out of me. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to formulate my words. To Dan's unending credit, he was patient and waited for me until I was ready to speak.

"I'm newly divorced, Dan. Very newly. My husband and I used to live in a large home in the south of the city; he earned a much better salary than me. When everything happened, I had to downsize. I came here because it's nice but affordable and near a few schools, so I thought it would be an easy place to get some students." I didn't cry because I had no more tears to shed. I was just hoping that Dan wasn't put off.

I needn't have worried. Dan took my hand and held it in his own.

"What happened?"

"He was unreliable. I don't know if he cheated on me, but it was just like he didn't care about me. Not until the end. Then he finally started showing emotion, drowning me in flowers and gifts but the damage had been done. I had spent most of my twenties trying to get this man to show me that he loved me that by the time he did, I had checked out. Leaving him was hard, probably the hardest thing I've ever done, but it was worth it. I don't spend my nights crying myself hoarse anymore." 

Dan wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me into his body.

"Baby, I know you don't need me to tell you that you deserve better than that." Dan whispered into my hair in between kisses on the top of my head.

Somehow, my newest acquaintance (if I could call him that) knew the heart of me. He knew that I needed comfort but that I didn't need to hear one more piece of cliché advice. How did he just get me? I didn't know how to put that into words, but I wanted him to know.

I shuffled up the bed so we could make eye contact on the same level. I breathed his name before practically launching at him. His mouth accepted mine, willingly. I poured my need for Dan into every kiss, into my nails digging into his shoulders. Dan responded perfectly, grabbing at my ass to grind into my body. He hooked a hand under my knee and lifted it over his hip, instantly moving between my legs. The velvet head of his engorged cock pressed urgently at my opening, and I pushed my hips down to accept his girth. Dan's looked at me with hooded eyes and parted lips as his breathing became heavy.

"Let go, baby." He whispered.

Dan kept his hand on my knee, gripping tighter and taking control. I took a deep breath and relaxed all the muscles in body, allowing Dan to reign over me. He remained inside me as he gently pushed me onto my back and took his place above me. He cupped my head with his hands. His eyes burned hot with desire but his movements remained gentle and calm: soft kisses on my lips and neck, tender thrusts into my body. He claimed me so entirely, bodily and emotionally, leaving no space for anything else.

I raised my hips, inviting more of him as Dan made love to me. As he pulled out and then buried himself into me, his thrusts became urgent and I became needy. I begged him for more, harder, and more again. The more Dan drove into me, the higher I floated. I was beyond thought and beyond bliss as I came. I called for him loudly, Dan's relentless energy pushing me from one orgasm and into the next. I was breathless and falling to pieces when Dan growled as he released into me, and I felt every pulse of his climax.

Dan rolled onto his back, pulling me into his side. Our bodies were dewy with perspiration and we both sighed contentedly. I felt so satisfied; something I hadn't felt in such a long time. More importantly, I felt desired and wanted. I looked up at Dan, and when I saw he was looking down at me with a warm glow in his eyes, a buzz ran through my body. Yes, definitely wanted.

"I'll say it again: You are actually amazing." Dan complimented me while he stroked my face.

My cheeks flushed. I didn't know what was amazing about making love with a gorgeous man, but I wasn't going to fight him if that's what he thought.

"How about that shower now?" I asked.

****

Showered and dressed, Dan and I ate a late lunch of left over pizza and polished off a couple of beers each. The sun was turning orange in the afternoon sky.

"Thank you for your help with the bed," I paused, unsure of how to continue, "and for your kindness, understanding and all that."

"You don't have to thank me, Em. What's not to understand? We've all been through tough relationships."

"I didn't ask you: what's a handsome 36 year old man doing living on his own in the suburbs?" My stomach tightened even as I asked the question. I suddenly felt intrusive, nosey, and jealous of the small time I had spent with him.

"I've always lived in the suburbs, I like the peace and quiet. Besides, do you know how much it would cost to have a combined work studio and home in the city? I don't think I could ever afford it." He rubbed the stubble around his chin. "As far as relationships go, I haven't had anything serious in years. After my last relationship ended, I just threw myself into my work."

"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

"We just wanted different things. She wanted to go out, she loved the clubs and that whole scene. I tried for her but it's very obviously not my thing. I think she also wanted to be free on those nights she was out, and I can't blame her. Who wants to be stuck at home with me and a pack of dogs?"

I wanted to scream "Me!! I do!!" at the top of my lungs, but I decided to err on the side of caution and smile weakly at him instead. Smooth, Emily. Real smooth.

"So, when can I meet your pack?"

With in minutes, I had locked up and we were at Dan's doorstep.

"Just brace yourself, ok?" Dan stood in front of me as he opened the front door to his home, and four huge dogs came barrelling towards us.

We barely managed to shuffle inside the door. I sat on the ground, and was instantly covered in wet mouths and hot breath as Dan's dogs learned what they had to about me. I giggled with every lick on my cheek and in my ear and I tried to reach for every wagging bum I could. Over all the excitement, I could only just make out Dan calling the dogs to sit by his feet. I scrambled to standing and finally got a good look at them all. They were all mutt-crosses of some kind or other, and all of them big.

"Who do we have here? We've got Ace the Retriever, Attila the Rottweiler, Mathius the Bernese, and Conrad the Dane. They're not pedigree, but they're amazing, aren't you?" He said, rubbing the head of Mathius who looked up at him with huge black eyes.

All of the dogs sat patiently as I scratched their heads and necks, introducing myself the only way I could. Excitement aside, they were well trained and very sweet. Dan started walking to the living room and they all got up and followed him, all but Attila. He stayed by my side, only following the other dogs when I did too.

"I think someone likes you." Dan laughed as he took a seat on one of the three couches that filled the space. 

I was about to ask why one man would need so much furniture, but when the dogs got up and took their places on the sofas, my question was answered. Attila still remained by my side, and when I sat beside Dan, Attila curled up on the other side.

"So when I go back home, I'm taking this one, cool? Cool." I said as I played with Attila's soft ears.

"And what, pray tell, will you do with him?"

"During the day, he can sit outside in the sun. At lunch we can go for walks, and then at night we can cuddle in bed." To say that I was completely enamoured with this dog was an understatement.

"I don't think I like my dog taking my place in your bed." Dan said as he squeezed my arm.

If the room were dark, I would have been surrounded with a nuclear-like glow. With every passing minute, Dan was becoming more perfect to me than a Disney prince ever could have been. It was surreal, and too good to be true. The thought that this could all be for show saddened me, probably because it had been so long since I had experienced true passion. But I was in a new phase of my life and I was resolved to just take what came at me with out over analysing every little thing. 

"You want to come with me while I walk the dogs? I promise you can hold Attila's lead." Dan broke the silence.

Our sunset walk together was pleasant but sad. We let the dogs run around in a park while we sat on a bench in the shade and talked. I learned that Dan was the only child of two only children and he was particularly close to his mother growing up, but that he lost both of his parents in a car accident when he was in his mid-twenties. He had inherited his family home but sold because he hated living in so much empty space. He had built a network of close friends, but nothing would be the same as his parents. The tears that threatened to spill in his blue eyes broke my heart. I couldn't even begin to imagine his lonely ache.

I straddled his lap and took his head in my hands. I didn't need to tell Dan to put his arms around me; that was a given. I kissed all over his face: his cheeks, chin, forehead and nose. I wanted to pour every sorry, every bit of care and tenderness I felt into him. I wanted him to know that, despite whatever this was, I would be there for him when he needed it.

"Thank you." Dan whispered as he rubbed my back. "Should we head back home?"

We walked back hand-in-hand, the dogs by our sides. It was unnerving that I felt more at home being like this with Dan than I ever felt in my marriage. It was downright scary. 

"Good night." I said to Dan, leaning in to kiss his cheek when we got to his front door.

"Wait! You're not staying for dinner?" He asked. It was obvious that it was the only option he had considered.

"I really should go." I waved him off and walked back to my house.

I heard his front door open and close behind me, which is why I nearly jumped out of my skin when he grabbed my arm as I was putting the key in the lock of my door.

"Jesus Christ, Dan! You couldn't have said something?" I squealed, trying to regain my breath after my shock.

"You wouldn't have turned around. Why did you run away like that?"

"I didn't run, I walked home."

"You know what I mean." Dan sighed with exasperation.

"What's happening between us Dan, it's taken me completely by surprise. I'm just feeling overwhelmed."

"I get that baby, I do. But does that mean you want to go back to your house where Attila doesn't live and watch TV alone? Or would you rather come back to mine, use me for my dogs and body, and watch a movie and eat some grub?"

He was making himself irresistible. He knew damn well I didn't want to watch TV alone. I let him take me back to his house.

I woke up all too warm, with thick drool on my shoulder and heavy breathing in my ear. Focussing my eyes on the hot mass in my arms, I saw Attila sleeping peacefully, and Mathius at my feet. I didn't remember falling asleep Dan's sofa, but here I was. I glanced around the room and saw Dan sleeping on one of the other sofas in what I assumed was solidarity. I looked back at Attila in my arms. The soft rise and fall of his chest was mesmerising and relaxing, and before I knew it, I was drifting back to sleep.

The second time I woke up, I was much cooler and a cup of coffee was being wafted near my face.

"Well good morning there, bug-a-lug. Sleep well?" Dan said as I sat up and took the coffee from his hands.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to stay!"

Dan leaned in to kiss me, and thinking of my morning breath, I kept my kiss closed and chaste. But Dan wasn't having it. With the same strong male force he showed me in bed, he forced me in to a kiss more passionate. He kept one hand firmly on the back of my neck, not allowing me any room to move, and he enslaved me with his tongue. I was helpless against him as he commanded more from me with out words. I didn't notice when the coffee cup in my hands was gone, I just slowly came to realise it wasn't there anymore.

With his hands under my knees, Dan spread my legs wide over either side of his hips while he kneeled on the floor. He roughly hooked a thumb into the crotch of my panties and pulled them aside, his breathing ragged.

"Always ready to be fucked, aren't we Ms Jensen?" Dan growled as he plunged inside me.

I lifted my hips, giving back whatever I could. I began quivering as soon as Dan's finger flicked at my clit, and I came vocally. My pussy clenched around Dan, but he remained inside me only until my orgasm subsided, his eyes closed in concentration. When he pulled out, his dick was glistening and I watched breathlessly as Dan rubbed frantically at his hardness and came in thick ropes over my stomach.

I felt used in the most delicious way. Dan slumped forward, his head resting between my breasts. He looked down at his come that was now pressed between our bodies.

"Come on." Dan pulled me to my feet and kept me steady as my head spun with a dizzy spell.

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked, still sensitive between my thighs.

"I wanted to kiss you. I just pushed my advantage." 

Dan ushered me into the shower and washed me with soaped hands. This wasn't something that would lead to fucking; this was tender and sensitive touch.

He invited me to stay for breakfast, but he graciously accepted when I made my excuses to leave. I truly needed time to think.

Back in the seclusion of my own space, I unpacked my stereo and began the labour of emptying the boxes that were still cluttering my home. It was mindless work, and my thoughts wandered to Dan.

Sure, I wasn't opposed to another serious relationship, but so soon? Was this even going to become a serious relationship or were we just going to sleep together and slowly become friends in the process? What did Dan want? More importantly, what did I want? My head was swimming.

By the time night fell, most of the boxes were unpacked and I found myself in bed, wishing that I had seen Dan just once more. After all the questions I had asked myself, the only answer was that I wanted to have him in my life. I didn't know much more than that.

I was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, when one thought came into my head unbidden: you should find Dan on Facebook.

I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and immediately put it down. I scolded myself before picking up the phone again. I searched his name, but not one profile looked like the Dan I knew. Was I interested in a man who was so mature that he didn't have Facebook, even? Frustrated and relieved, I threw the phone back down and stared at the ceiling. 




Friendly Neighbours Ch. 02



A warm breeze filtered through the trees, bringing the soft fragrance of spring flowers through my window. Despite the noise in my head, the world outside was quiet. From the moment Dan showed up at my door, I had felt like I was freefalling and like I was out of control in the most wonderful way. Yes the situation was out of the ordinary, but it felt so good, so comfortable. I wondered if Dan was also lying in bed, thinking on how crazy the last couple of days had been, thinking on me. 

I didn't have to wonder for long. There was a soft rap on my front door. My heart leapt between hope and fear, praying that it was Dan and not a late night intruder. I walked quietly through the house and out of the side window, I saw Dan's silhouette waiting patiently. I opened the door, and Dan didn't wait for an invitation. He scooped me up in his large arms and carried me into the bedroom. 

His rough hands gently pulled off my slip, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin. I loved the way his body moved when he took off his shirt and shorts, fluid and powerful. We stared at the other's nakedness, neither of us caring about the next move, just taking in whatever we could. Dan reached for my body, holding me around my waist and lowering me into the bed.

"Emily," Dan whispered into my ear, "What are you doing to me?"

"I haven't stopped thinking about you." I confessed.

"I never want to stop thinking about you."

That was the last thing Dan said before he overwhelmed me. With his hands bunched in my hair, he kept hold of me as he made his way down my body with his mouth. Kisses wet and warm, Dan took hold of one nipple and then the other, bringing each to a hard nub that shot electricity through my body. He moaned when I arched into his mouth, and it spurred him on to keep moving, creating a wet path of saliva down my body that cooled in the stillness of the night.

With out hesitation, Dan swirled his tongue through the slick folds of my sex, and I melted into him. He didn't stop or waiver as he devoured me, and I came as he lashed at my entrance. I was breathing shallow breaths, attempting to recover when Dan filled me; the length of him taking from me what little breath I had left. He engulfed my lips with his own, the taste of my come playing on our kiss.

Our hips locked tight as we made love in the dark, Dan ruling over my body, playing me like an instrument that only he knew how to play. This was so different to anything I had ever experienced, anything I had ever dreamt of. We held each other as we climaxed, with Dan's fingers digging into my flesh as lights flashed behind my eyes.

Dan lay down beside me and I could just make out his smile of satisfaction. I rested my fingers on his face lightly, tracing his strong jaw. He playfully bit at one of my fingers when I trailed over his lips.

"You should rest, Em. We aren't close to being finished yet."

A thrill shuddered through me, but I ignored it and moved closer into Dan, making a space for myself against his warm chest. I finally found the sleep I needed.