14 comments/ 204930 views/ 16 favorites Intimate Neighbors Ch. 01 By: carolinahusband This is my first-ever attempt at writing erotic fiction and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. I would like to thank Angel Love for taking the time to edit my story and offer her honest thoughts. Your feedback is both welcome and appreciated as I hope to continue the series on a regular basis. **************************** As I made the right turn toward my childhood home, it was good to see the old neighborhood hadn't changed much, even if I had. My social life while I was away at college was quite different than the one I led as a senior in high school. I had been well-liked, but not popular and I certainly would never have been voted Homecoming King. When I left for college, I was just the nice, average kid that lived down the street. But I was hoping for a bit more fun this year, as my parents had gone to the beach house for the summer, leaving me a four-bedroom bachelor pad all to myself. Now, by no means did I become Brad Pitt during my time in college. But I turned eighteen as a freshman, which meant I was legally old enough to drink, and I put on fifteen pounds and three inches while away at school. Between that and picking up some new styles, I had gone from your average Joe to, dare I say, fairly handsome. Still, even though I had just graduated with honors, I didn't have a steady girlfriend as I returned home to begin my career and was looking forward to getting the 'new and improved me' out on the town with my high school friends. As I approached my house, a couple of my neighbors waved as I passed by. Mr. Edwards was mowing his lawn, Mr. O'Neal was getting his mail and Mrs. Raymond was just pulling into her driveway. As we both got out of the car at the same time, she waived and flashed a big smile at me. "Welcome home," she hollered. "How was college this year?" "Hello, Mrs. Raymond. It was a lot of fun, and I graduated too," I joked. "I already have a job offer from the college here in town." Mrs. Raymond just laughed, waived again and walked toward her front door, turning around to flash a wry smile at me before she disappeared into the house. I hadn't seen her in a couple of years, but she still looked just as attractive as she did when I left for college. Mr. and Mrs. Raymond had moved into the house across the street when I was in seventh grade and was, by far, the most attractive lady on the block. She stood about five foot six with long, auburn hair, and beautiful green eyes. Unfortunately, she was also married to the biggest ass on the block. One summer, I hit a baseball into their yard near the front door. Mr. Raymond came out of the house and picked up the ball. Thinking he was going to throw it back to me, I smiled and waved my glove. Instead, he just glared at me and went back inside the house. I never saw that baseball again. The first few days of summer vacation were uneventful. I did some golfing, caught up with some high school buddies and generally did a whole lot of nothing. Sleeping in one morning, I thought I heard a knocking at the front door. As I struggled to wake up from my well-earned slumber, I waited for someone to get the door. "Damn," I thought as I remembered my folks were 250 miles away this summer. Hoping whoever was disturbing my sleep would go away I ignored the interruption, but someone was very determined to get me up early. I stumbled out of bed, trying to find some shorts so I could answer the door. The knocking continued and since I was unable to find anything in my sleepy haze, I trudged out of my room wearing a t-shirt and boxers. As I opened the door, I was surprised to see Mrs. Raymond standing there. "Oh, Doug," she stammered. "I'm so sorry, did I wake you?" "No, I was already up," I lied. "Is everything alright? "Oh yes, everything is fine," she continued. I noticed that she gave a not-so-quick glance downward and I suddenly remembered what I was wearing. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Raymond," I said embarrassed. "I haven't unpacked much yet and couldn't find anything to put on. I thought you might have been the UPS guy bringing those CD's I ordered." I could almost feel her gaze pierce through the light material of my boxers. Subtly glancing down myself, I was thankful the easy-open front was still closed. Still, there was a noticeable response taking place beneath the fabric. "Don't worry about it, Doug," she continued. "I was just wondering if you would be interested in mowing my lawn for me. I'd be willing to pay twenty dollars." "Sure," I said, thinking twenty bucks to a starving college graduate was not just small change. "Is Mr. Raymond out of town again?" "Oh, you didn't hear," she said with what sounded like surprise. "We separated last fall after you left for college and are getting a divorce. It just wasn't working out." "I'm sorry, I had no idea," I said slightly embarrassed. "I'm surprised my mom didn't say anything to me." "Well, I didn't really advertise that we were splitting up, you know," she continued. "Besides, you don't have to apologize. You and I both know he was a jerk. He just found someone who was more, compatible, I guess." "Yeah, if compatible means someone as self-centered and arrogant as he is," I retorted. Mrs. Raymond smiled half-heartedly, leading me to believe I just said something I shouldn't have. "Well, I'd be happy to help you out," I said, trying to quickly change the subject. "I have a couple of things I need to do this morning, but I can come over this afternoon, if that works for you." "Oh, that's fine," she replied. "I took the day off to do a few things myself and will be back around noon. Just come over anytime after that." As she walked away, I watched her cross the street. Her cotton dress was flowing in the breeze, lifting ever so slightly to reveal a beautiful pair of tanned legs. As I felt the stirring continue in my boxers, I told myself to settle down. After all, she just came over to ask me to mow her lawn and those kinds of fantasies just don't happen to guys like me. After finishing my errands and having some lunch, I went over to Mrs. Raymond's house where I found a note on the front door: Doug, I'm out back on the patio. Just come through the gate when you get here and I'll show you where the mower is. Thanks, Deb As I walked around back, I saw a new privacy fence Mr. Raymond must have put in while I was gone. I unlatched the gate and headed toward the patio. "Holy smokes," I thought as I rounded the corner. Mrs. Raymond was indeed on the patio as she said in the note. What she didn't mention was that she was sunbathing. Lying on a chaise lounge, Mrs. Raymond was wearing a bright yellow bikini that barely covered her beautiful, tanned figure. "Hi Doug, thanks for coming over," she said as I approached the patio. "I really appreciate your help. The mower and the gas can are in the shed over there." I was still awestruck by the spectacular beauty I discovered out back and only half-heard what she had said. "Oh, um, that's no problem Mrs. Raymond," I stammered, momentarily reverting to the awkward senior I thought I had left behind. "And Doug," she continued, "I'm not Mrs. Raymond anymore. Please call me Deb." I smiled and headed toward the shed, but not before casting one last glance at the yellow-clad goddess on the patio. I found the mower and pulled it out of the shed. It looked like it hadn't been used in years and took a few attempts before the engine started. As I began my yard work, Deb reclined her chair and put in some ear buds so the mower would not disturb her tanning session. With each pass around the yard, I did my best to steal a subtle glimpse at Deb as she lay there. She had put on her sunglasses, tinted just enough that I couldn't see her eyes and leaving me wondering if I was being subtle enough with my glances. After about twenty minutes of mowing, and still keeping an eye on Deb, I noticed that she now had a slight smile on her face and that her position had changed. I don't know if she was consciously trying to get me going or what, but she was now lying there with her legs spread to each side of the lounge chair. The barely-there, yellow bikini bottom that was now in plain view only added to the heat of the mid-summer afternoon. Just then, the engine died. In my excitement of seeing Deb lying there on the patio, I had forgotten to gas up the mower. "Deb," I called, "did you say the gas can was in the shed, too?" "Yes, honey," she replied. "It's on the top shelf." As if my overactive imagination wasn't already running wild enough, the hottest woman on the block just called me 'honey.' I ducked into the shed where I saw the nozzle of the gas can right where she said it would be. "Oh, crap," I shouted. In trying to grab the gas from the top shelf, I completely missed seeing the small can of yellow paint that was sitting in front of it. Of course, the lid was not secure and I stood there fuming, dripping paint onto the floor of the shed. I heard Deb running toward the shed. Embarrassed, I stepped out of the door and saw her face light up in a combination of shock and amusement. "Oh my goodness," she blurted, trying her best to keep from giggling at the mess in front of her. "Are you alright?" I'm guessing it was the combination of the afternoon heat and the fact that she ran to the shed when I shouted, but Deb was breathing heavily now, her breasts heaving. I had never seen sweat look so good on a person before. Her yellow bikini top offered no help in covering the fact that her nipples were erect, a sight that only made the current situation even more, interesting. "I'm fine, Deb, except for the coat of paint I decided to try on," I replied with a bit of sarcasm. At this point, the amusement of my predicament outweighed the shock and she began laughing. "Why don't you go inside and get cleaned up? You can use the shower in the master bedroom, just go down the hall and turn left," Deb said. "Just leave your clothes outside the door on the hamper and I'll wash them for you." I slowly walked toward the house, only this time I did not look back. I felt like such an ass, standing there coated in yellow paint in front of Deb. She had looked so hot at the shed, sweating, with her erect nipples staring me in the face. Trying not to make too much of a mess as I entered the bathroom, I began to undress. I reached into the shower and turned on the water. Deb had one of those walk-in showers with the wavy-lined glass you found in nice hotels. I peeked outside the door and placed my now-yellow t-shirt and shorts on the hamper as Deb had said. I stepped into the shower and closed the sliding glass door. Even though the afternoon was a scorcher, the hot water felt good as it beat down on my shoulders. As I looked down, the paint was mixing with the water, leaving a faint yellow trail as it streamed down the drain. Thank goodness it was a water-soluble paint and not wood stain or something else that wouldn't have rinsed off so easily. As I reflected on the day's events, one thing kept standing out. It was Deb. Thinking about how she looked sitting on the patio in her bikini and down at the shed, I had an erection in no time at all. Seeing some body lotion in the shower caddy, I wondered if I should take care of my urge then and there, or if I should just wait until I got home. "Mmmm," I moaned as I began to rub the lotion onto my cock. I guess the decision had been made as there was no going back now. With the hot water massaging my back, I began to slowly stroke myself. I pictured Deb in all of her mature glory, tiny bits of yellow fabric straining to reign in her tanned breasts and keep her pussy hidden from view. As the mental images began to do their work, I pumped myself faster and faster. Before long, I could feel that wonderful sensation deep inside me as my shaft started to swell in my hand. Turning to face the glass, I worked myself until I reached the breaking point. Two steams of cum exploded from me and splashed onto the glass, slowly running down the wall as it mixed with the water. I came so hard I had to grab on to the towel rack in the shower to keep from losing my balance. Regaining my senses and finding my washcloth, I quickly wiped down the glass door and rinsed any evidence of my indiscretion down the drain. As I wrapped the towel around me and opened the shower door, I was stunned to see Deb standing in the doorway with that same sly grin she greeted me with a few days ago. "So, did you enjoy your shower," she asked. "Because from here it sure looked like you did." "Shit," I exclaimed. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say." I was standing there, dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel, having just been literally caught red-handed. While I could do nothing to hide my embarrassment, Deb smiled and began to walk toward me. "I enjoyed watching you cum in my shower," she said matter-of-factly. "I was watching you earlier today, mowing my lawn. You have really grown up since I last saw you." "Well, I guess I'm not the same skinny kid I was in high school," I replied. "I can see that," Deb said, as she gazed down at my towel. As she moved even closer, I thought I could smell that wonderful fragrance that betrayed a woman who had become aroused. Deb looked beautiful in the still-steamy bathroom and my mind began to race again as I wondered what my next move was going to be. "Well, I guess I should get going," I said in a still embarrassed voice. "I'm really sorry." "No, I don't think you are going to be leaving just yet," she said smugly. "In fact, I think you are going to be here for quite a while longer. Do you have somewhere you need to be?" "Um, no," I stammered. Deb took another step toward me, eliminating whatever safe distance I had hoped would shield me from the female fury I had earned. She stopped about two feet in front of me and reached around her back. With the deftness of a magician, she released the clasp of her bikini top, allowing it to fall to the ground. Standing topless before me, her tanned breasts were magnificent. I had often fantasized about Deb, but even my imagination was no comparison to what I was seeing now. Her thick nipples stood erect, protruding from large, brown areola nearly a half-dollar in size and shape. Surprising even myself, I boldly walked forward and kissed Deb. Slowly. Passionately. Our tongues intertwined ever so gently as she pressed her body against mine. I ran my fingers slowly up her back, my touch so light it caused her to shudder and kiss me even more deeply. I slid my hands slowly down her sides, ever so gently grazing her breasts as I worked my way to her hips. As I reached her bikini bottom, I could feel her warm breath as I gently kissed her neck. Reaching around behind her, I ran my hands over the last bit of material that kept her covered. A slight moan escaped from Deb as I pulled her hips toward mine. As if we were dancing, we stood body-to-body in complete silence, except for the sounds of anticipation coming from both of us. I lowered my mouth toward her breast as she shuddered in anticipation. Her erect nipple slid between my lips as I began to suck ever so gently. As my tongue flicked lightly over the tip, Deb reached up with her hand and began to tug on her other nipple. I sucked a bit more forcefully and she matched me by pulling her nipple even harder, causing her to moan out loud. As I stood back up and kissed her softly on the lips, my hand reached down and unhooked the side clasp of her bikini. The yellow bottom slid down her legs to the floor as I looked into her emerald green eyes and smiled reassuringly. Then slowly I began to kiss her again, starting with her neck, working my way to her shoulder and continuing down her stunning body. A gentle pass over her breasts led me to her abdomen, where another kiss made her recoil in delight. I worked my way down, running my tongue along the inner creases between her thighs and her pussy, waxed smooth and now glistening in the light of the room. Deb moaned in anticipation, hoping for what was to come next. She gently took my hand and led me to the bathroom countertop, where she reached over and dimmed the bathroom light. It was as if we were standing in the moonlight, erotically dark and yet brilliantly revealing. Deb backed up to the counter and I smiled at her lovingly, lifting her like a porcelain goddess and setting her down just as gently. As I did, I noticed she still had her diamond ring on. Knowing the questions that must be running through my mind, Deb gave me an expression I hadn't yet seen from her. Was it remorse over her failed marriage, or was it relief in that she was, at least for this brief moment, completely happy? Regardless of the answer, I gently brought her hand to my lips, kissing the tips before I slid my lips over her ring finger, sucking ever so gently. Deb closed her eyes and smiled, a single tear falling from her emerald-like eyes that left no doubt as to the answer to my question. Her eyes remained closed as she placed both of her feet on the counter, exposing to me what I had only imagined in my fantasies. Her pussy was silky smooth, her scent filling the room. As I leaned down to taste her sweetness, she opened her eyes and placed her hand on the back of my head, guiding me to our mutual destination. With her approval received, I gently traced my tongue around the thin folds of her pussy. Her opening was slender, tight for a woman of her age. My tongue continued to tease her, working its way from bottom to top, and back again. Deb reached down with both hands and spread her lips apart, her desire to feel my tongue inside her now obvious. I moved up and flicked my tongue over her now exposed clit. She jumped at the touch, both electric and relaxing at the same time. I pressed my tongue against her clit as she forced her hips toward me. I began to suck on her clit, hoping to make her feel something that she seemed to have been missing for a long time. But as excited as she was, Deb gently pushed my head away. "Inside," she whispered softly. "I want to feel it inside me." Her soft hands moved back down to once again spread her pussy as I slowly began to penetrate her wetness with my tongue. Deb began to moan louder now as she released one hand and put it back on my head. I began to use my tongue more forcefully now, following her lead. The movement inside of her was making her press her hips into my face. With pressure from both directions, I knew it was time to release everything she had been keeping inside for who knows how long. I started slowly, inserting and retracting my tongue from her pussy. Slowly building in rhythm and speed, I began to fuck her pussy with my tongue until I felt her begin to quiver. She held my head firmly in place as her orgasm began. As Deb arched her back in ecstasy, I could feel her muscles constrict around my tongue. Her wetness began to run down my chin and I buried my mouth into her soaked pussy one last time. It seemed like an eternity before Deb took another breath as a second wave of pleasure swept across her body. And with that final release from deep inside her, the tears began to flow as I realized what it was she had been missing . . . someone who cared. Deb slowly slid off the counter and headed toward the shower, where she turned the water on once again. As she stepped into the shower, I wasn't sure if she wanted to be alone after the emotional response I had pleasured her into. I was just about to turn and leave when she silently motioned for me to join her. Amazingly, I was still wearing the towel I had put on earlier. As I stepped toward the shower, I gave a slight tug and released the towel from its hold on me. Deb closed the shower door and turned to face me. The tears in her eyes had been replaced with a starry twinkle from dimmed bathroom lights. As we stood nude together, the hot water pulsed over our bodies. Intimate Neighbors Ch. 01 "I haven't felt that way in a long time," Deb revealed. "Thank you." "You're welcome," was all I could say. As we stood pressed against each other, Deb reached down and felt my cock for the first time. Having been focused on her pleasure for so long, my manhood had returned to its normal size. With my shaft in hand, she began to rub my tip along the folds of her warm pussy. It was all the encouragement I needed. My cock immediately began to stiffen in her tender grip as she continued to tease both of us. With each pass of her pussy, I noticed Deb had very slowly begun to pull the tip of my cock further into her lips. I was just deep enough now so that when she released her grip, her pussy held me right in place. I wasn't sure if I was pressing into her, or vice versa, but when Deb placed her foot on the shower ledge, it really didn't matter who was taking the lead. I moved forward until my rigid shaft was poised to take this encounter to the next level. With a slight push, her pussy opened up and took me deep inside. As her hot cunt completely enveloped me, she pulled me close and kissed me. We stood there, connected in the most erotic way possible, oblivious to the water streaming over us. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of me deep inside her, not moving, but simply filling a void that was long overdue. As my excitement grew, I rhythmically began to slide my cock in and out, beginning what I hoped would be an encounter I would never forget. Then, Deb slowly raised her hips and slid herself off of me. "Fuck me, Doug," she growled. "I want you to fuck me hard." She turned around and changed the shower setting so it was now was emitting a mist as fine as an evening fog. Now facing away from me, Deb leaned forward and placed her hands on the shower wall. She then slowly stepped backward with one foot and then the other, until her firm ass and shaved pussy were pointed upward in an exhibition of sexuality I had never before encountered. As she gazed back at me over her shoulder, the look of seduction on her face was enough to make any man weak in the knees and I had no doubt about who was now in control of the situation. "I want to feel you now. I want that hard cock inside of me," she demanded. "Fuck me like you have never fucked any other woman in your life." I strode forward, forcing my shaft past her pussy lips and straight inside her as she wanted. "Oh fuck," she exclaimed. "That's what I wanted. Give it to me all at once." There was nothing that was going to be done slowly or gently this time. She wanted to be fucked and I was certainly going to honor her request. I began to pound myself into her smooth cunt. Harder and harder until you could almost keep time to the rhythm we were producing as bare skin slapped together. I grabbed her hips and forcefully pulled her back into my cock, hoping to fill every inch of pussy she possessed. With each thrust of my cock, Deb seemed to grunt with a level of animal sexuality that I had never heard before. I began to feel that familiar tensing of her inner being, only this time it was around something neither of us ever could have imagined. As if she was massaging my shaft from deep inside her, her pussy's repeated clenching and releasing was quickly bringing me to the edge. "I want you to cum in me. Shoot it deep. I want to feel you cum," she said with a tone that exuded both aggressiveness and anticipation. I continued to pound her from behind for a few more seconds until the vacuum that was surrounding my cock extracted its desired reward. My cock exploded violently inside her, stream after stream of cum pouring out from what seemed to be the depths of my soul. As I came, Deb pushed back, making sure that I had no escape and everything I had to give was kept deep inside her. As the final spasms of my own orgasm subsided, I reached out to hold onto the towel rack lest I fall in exhaustion. Deb slowly turned around, giving me that same smile she flashed when I first pulled into my driveway. She kissed me gently and got out of the shower. "I'm going to get dressed now. Your clothes are on top of the hamper in the hall," she stated. As I got dressed, I wondered if that was an invitation to stay, or a request to leave. I turned off the bathroom light and made my way back through the house not sure of anything. Deb had also gotten dressed, only this time she was wearing a pink summer dress and not the yellow bikini. "Doug, there are a few things we need to talk about," she said softly. "Well, this is it," I thought. This was the point where I was going to get the old 'this was a mistake and can never happen again' line. I braced myself to face the 'thanks and goodbye' speech with whatever strength I had left after our encounter. "You made me feel something I have not felt in a long, long time," Deb revealed. "I can't explain it and I really don't want to find the reasons why, but everything we did tonight felt, right." I was stunned. This wasn't the conversation I had prepared myself for and stood there silently as she continued. "I don't know how you feel about me now, or how you will tomorrow after you have had a chance to reflect on what just happened, but I want you to know I consider this anything but a one-time fling." I was trying to come up with a good response, actually any response, as her words resonated through my mind. There was a long pause before I began to answer this unanticipated scenario. "Right now, I honestly don't know what to think about what happened," I replied. Upon hearing my words, the confidence this stunning woman had displayed in the shower had been replaced with a look of resignation nearly identical to the one I had prepared myself for only minutes earlier. "But," I continued, "I do know that we have all summer to figure that out. Together." Whether it was from the heat of the moment or if it was truly something more than unbridled passion, my words were honest and from the heart. I was willing to take the time to explore the path we started down this afternoon. Deb smiled, as if in relief that another man had not considered her unworthy of his love and companionship. "Would you like to stay for dinner? I haven't had company over in quite a while," she asked. "I'd love to, but only if you let me do the cooking," I replied. "I learned how to make a mean macaroni and cheese at school." Deb just smiled and sat down at the table, resting her chin on her hand as she watched me walk toward the pantry. Looking back, it was only then that I noticed the pale white indentation around her ring finger, right where her diamond wedding band used to be. Intimate Neighbors Ch. 02 This is the second installment in a series detailing the blossoming sexual relationship between a recently-divorced wife and her college-grad neighbor. For some background on how these two first got together, please read Intimate Neighbors Ch. 1. Thank you to everyone who gave such positive feedback on my first-ever attempt at erotic fiction. I look forward to continuing the series on a regular basis and hope you enjoy this story as well. Special thanks to WhiteWave48 and Lord Thelonius Porksword for taking the time to offer their honest editorial thoughts. Comments and suggestions are both welcome and appreciated and I would especially like to hear from my female readers. **************************** The rumble of a summer storm woke me from a sound sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I struggled to see through a darkness I did not immediately recognize. Suddenly, a bright flash revealed enough detail amid the shadows for me to realize I was in my bedroom. Though I had only been awake for a few seconds, the events of the previous evening remained as brilliant as the lightning that now filled the night sky. What began as a simple request for help from a neighbor had become an intimate encounter with a beautiful, older woman. As I replayed the evening in my mind, the rain continued to pound against the window. Though morning was only a few hours away, the memories of my tryst with Deb had stirred my desires yet again. The heat of the day had carried into the night, and I had stripped down before falling asleep. As lightning flashed across the sky, the accompanying thunder was almost hypnotic as my hand slowly worked its way under the silk sheet that provided my only cover. I should have gone back to sleep, but the arousal I now felt was not going to go away. I pulled the sheet back to reveal my rising cock, the driving rain providing an erotic cadence that seemed to keep time with the increasingly rapid pounding in my chest. As my hand slowly moved down my torso, the feather-like sensation of fingers on skin triggered an involuntary tightening of my stomach. Growing up, I never had what you would call a 'rock-hard body', but my new karate class had knocked a few pounds off and my abs were now firm, yet smooth, to the touch. As my hand continued downward I reached my pubic area, which was nearly as smooth as a baby's bottom. I thought back to the ex-girlfriend who introduced me to the pleasure of shaving around my cock. We had been drinking late one night when she offered to trim my pubic area. Thoughts of John Bobbitt raced through my head until she explained how horny it made her to suck off a man with no pubic hair to get in the way. Though we broke up shortly thereafter, I continue to shave myself as the pleasurable effect it has on women far outweighs any discomfort I may experience. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began masturbating toward another orgasm. Slowly stroking myself, I felt warm pre-cum begin to run down onto my hand. I rubbed the natural lubricant along the length of my shaft and quickened my pace, debating whether or not to get up and finish in the bathroom, but the darkness combined with the sound of the rain to create an ambiance of sensuality that kept me where I lay. Feeling the surging sensation in my cock that signaled I was going to come soon, I closed my eyes and reflected on the first time I saw Deb up close... It was the summer following my freshman year in high school. With the afternoon sun approaching the horizon and the cicadas' nightly melody in the air, I had seen a small black dog in my yard and realized it was Deb's new lab puppy. Figuring he must have gotten loose, I knelt down and he immediately came to me when called. My new friend gave me a few licks of appreciation as I picked him up and headed toward Deb's house. As I crossed the street, Deb opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch. "There you are, you silly thing," she said, an expression of relief spreading across her face as she made her way toward us. We had always exchanged the usual neighborly pleasantries in the past and I knew she was a very attractive woman. But until this moment, I had no idea just how stunning she was. She stood five foot six and had a gorgeous body, weighing around 125 pounds and appearing as if she worked out every day. Her tanned arms and legs were firm, but not too muscular and her skin looked as smooth as that of a 20-year old girl. She was wearing a white tank top and judging from the delicate beads of sweat that trailed toward her visible cleavage, I could tell she had been working in the late afternoon heat. Her chest was heaving as she approached and the half-dollar sized outline of her brown nipples was unmistakable through the thin material. Deb had no need for a bra as her full breasts sat high and firm in her tank top. As I watched my beautiful neighbor cross the yard, the setting sun accented her long auburn hair, a series of strawberry gold blonde highlights now evident. Her slender hips swayed as she strolled through the grass. Her white tank top stopped a few inches above the light pink bikini bottom she was wearing, but it was not the sight of her toned midriff that immediately caught my attention. Instead, my eyes focused on an unmistakable outline clearly visible through the pink material. I'd watched a few porno movies growing up, but the sight of Deb's shaved pussy peeking through her nearly-transparent bikini bottom was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. As I stood transfixed, unable to take my eyes off of her, it was obvious that though she was married, Deb had no problem with showing off her thirty-something figure. "Thank you so much for finding Lucky," Deb said excitedly. Her green eyes were gentle, but piercing and she had a smile that would melt even the most cantankerous old man. As her words snapped me from my daze, I tried to regain my composure while a noticeable bulge was now visible through my shorts. "Oh, no problem Mrs. Raymond," I stammered. "He just came over for a visit." "He's been very mischievous lately, trying to sneak away when I'm not watching," she explained, a devilish grin letting me know I had been caught staring at her luscious body. "Anyway, thanks again for bringing him over." With that, Deb turned and gave me the final piece of my visual trilogy. If I thought her bikini barely covered her pussy, there were no words for what I was now seeing. A narrow strip of pink fabric rose from between her legs, the G-string stretched tightly up her firm ass. Her auburn hair flowed in the gentle wind as she walked away, her magnificent figure still the focus of my attention. As she reached the corner of her house, Deb looked back over her shoulder and smiled, showing her approval of my voyeuristic behavior with her seductive gaze... A crash of thunder snapped me out of my daydream and I began to stroke my shaft in earnest. I could still smell the perfume Deb had been wearing, though it had been hours since we parted. My hard dick began to swell in my hand as I was only seconds from coming. As my entire body began to stiffen, I licked my lips and found the musky taste of her pussy still remained. I closed my eyes and angled my cock skyward as cum began to stream out. A warm sensation spread upward over my body, splashing on my firm stomach as if the warm summer rain had infiltrated my room. As the last bit of cum trickled down my now-softening shaft, I relaxed and realized this would be a summer like no other. *** *** *** Deb and I had spoken several times in the days following, but she had worked late the last few nights and we hadn't seen each other since. I was beginning to wonder whether it really was just a one-night stand or if her words in the kitchen had been sincere. A few hours later, the answer arrived as my cell phone began to vibrate. "Hello?" "Hey babe, I've really missed you," Deb's soft voice reassured me. "You have?" "More than you know. Do you have any plans for tonight?" she inquired. "Not at the moment." "Good, I have something special planned for you. I won't get home until after seven, but you can let yourself in with the spare key I left for you," she said, a hint of mystery in her voice. "Do you want me to bring anything over?" "No," she replied. "But go to the kitchen when you first get there. I left a note for you on the bulletin board. I have to run now but I'll see you later tonight." As the call ended, I envisioned the possibilities that awaited me and made my way to the bathroom to prepare for the evening surprise. As I stepped into the shower, the hot water flowing over my body, I wondered how anything could surpass our first encounter. Dressing quickly after my shower, I left the house and stepped into the moonlit night, the summer breeze combining with a hint of Drakkar from my freshly-shaven face. Letting myself in with the spare key Deb had left for me, I quietly closed the door and made my way to the kitchen. A flick of the wall switch brought forth a soft fluorescent glow, revealing the message Deb had penned earlier this morning. Doug, Go to my bedroom and get undressed. Put on only what I have left for you and wait on the bed with the lights off until I get home. I'll see you soon. Deb I quickly went to her bedroom, turned on the light and saw a pair of black silk boxers at the foot of the bed. Following her instructions, I stripped, put on the boxers and turned off the light before stretching out on the bed. The shadows cast by the full moon were my only company as I anxiously waited for Deb to return. Lying there in complete silence, I had relaxed to the point of drowsiness and valiantly tried to stay awake until she arrived, but the tranquility of the room was overpowering and I drifted off to sleep. A faint aroma of perfume stirred me from my restful state. Though the lights were still off, the moonlight shone brilliantly in the room and I saw Deb standing next to the bed, a sheer white teddy clinging to her body. Casting my glance downward, I noticed Deb's hand as it grazed the tiny G-string she was wearing. An aroma of sexuality had spread throughout the room. "Good evening, sleepyhead," Deb purred. "I hope you are well-rested because it's going to be a late night." As she moved toward the bed, the silken teddy was stretched taut as her ample breasts filled out the lingerie, the outline of her erect nipples protruding through the material. The wetness of her shaved pussy had begun to seep through her G-string, the sexually charged atmosphere obviously affecting both of us now. Rubbing her clit through the sheer fabric, she closed her emerald green eyes as the anticipation began to stimulate her. "Shhhh," she whispered as I began to speak. "Just lie there and relax. I'm going to take good care of you." Deb climbed onto the bed and straddled me, her toned legs positioned on either side of my hips. As she teased my raging erection by keeping her pussy just inches above me, I could see her G-string was now soaked from the stimulation. My stiff dick strained against the boxers I was wearing, pushing them outward until firmly pressed against her pussy. "Now I told you just to lie still," she teased, pushing my hands back as I reached out to hold her. Deb slid herself toward the end of the bed, tugging at my boxers as she moved away. With a last pull, my cock sprang from the silk prison that had held it captive. "Mmmm, is that for me?" she asked as my unrestrained erection pointed skyward. "And you shaved yourself too? I think I'm going to enjoy this as much as you." As Deb enjoyed the view of my smooth pubic area, there seemed to be an aura of power and control radiating from her. Deb got up from the bed and strolled across the room, her angelic reflection looking smiling back at me as she retrieved something from her mirrored dresser. Returning to the foot of the bed, she lifted my left leg and tied a silk scarf around my ankle. Pulling the scarf tight, she tied the loose end to the bedpost, my straightened leg now captive. The right leg was next, followed by one hand and then the other. Stretched to the four corners of the bed and unable to escape, I felt like a medieval prisoner about to be tortured into submission. "I hope you are comfortable," Deb whispered. I could only nod as the anticipation flowed throughout my body. As she walked toward the head of the bed, I could see that she was holding one last scarf. "Lift your head," she commanded. It was a bit difficult to move since I was tied down, but I managed to raise my head enough for Deb to tie the black scarf behind my head before pulling it down over my eyes. "I've been thinking about you," Deb confessed. "How you made me feel that night. How I can make you feel like that." I felt a slight breeze as she moved alongside the bed, her perfume trailing behind. In complete darkness and being unable to move, I was a prisoner for whatever Deb had in mind. And I couldn't wait. My heart jumped at the touch of Deb's hand. Her fingertips were like feathers as she drew them lightly along my shaft. A quick breath escaped me as her silky touch danced over my abdomen, up my chest and back down, stopping only to dab at the pre-cum now dripping from my cock, before caressing the smooth area where my pubic hair used to be. I felt Deb's hand wrap around my shaft, my heartbeat seemingly audible as she slowly began to stroke me. She rubbed her fingers over my tip, spreading the now-dripping pre-cum over the length my dick. Faster and faster she stroked until I felt like I was going to come right then. But as silently as she had taken hold of it, Deb released my cock and disappeared into the night, leaving my shortened breaths the only sound in the room. "Did that feel good, baby?" she asked, her sensuous voice flowing from the opposite side of the room. As I fought to relax and keep from coming I could only nod in approval, as if my words had also been restrained this night. "Well then, you are going to love this," she purred. The closeness of her voice startled me as Deb had silently returned to my bedside. I felt something brush against my lips and as I opened my mouth, the unmistakable contour of an erect nipple pressed against my tongue. Wrapping my lips around her half-dollar sized nipple, I began to suck softly, my tongue flicking over its end. A low moan escaped my lover, breaking the silence as I continued to tease her breast. Then, as quietly she had offered it to me, her nipple pulled from my warm mouth as she got up from the bed. Lying on my back, my arms and legs individually tied to posts, I had never felt so vulnerable yet so safe. The room was silent, except for faint footsteps as Deb moved around the room. I felt the bed give near my bound hand and an unmistakable wetness brushed across my fingertips. Though my hand was tied, I was able to touch Deb's pussy when she made a second pass, eliciting a whimper of desire from her. The night air felt cool on my wet fingers as I felt Deb move near my hand. I pulled at the silk scarf in the hope of gaining more movement, but this only tightened the bond around my wrist. I stiffened my first two fingers, hoping she could see my attempt to finger her as I was eager to slide them inside her pussy. Deb acknowledged my offering by rubbing her wetness along my fingers, not yet allowing them to penetrate her shaved pussy. Then, with no warning but the sound of her quickened breathing, I felt a warm tightness surround my fingers as Deb had lowered her pussy over them. As they plunged inside her, Deb slid herself down until my fingers were buried deep within. "Oh, fuck," she gasped. "I want more." With that, Deb began to slowly slide her pussy up and down my fingers, using them as she would a dildo. Her wetness covered most of my hand as her pace quickened, fucking my fingers until I thought she was about to come. Unable to see anything, I listened carefully to the erotic sounds now coming from my aroused lover. The damp, squishy sounds of two fingers being forced in and out a soaked pussy were incredibly arousing, as if she were repeatedly squeezing and releasing something very wet. Soft moans wafted through the bedroom, keeping time with each downward thrust of her pussy. As I wondered if these were the same sounds Deb made when she was alone in her bed, masturbating, she must have sensed that she was on the verge of orgasm and settled down on my hand. With my fingers still inside her, Deb leaned back and grabbed my dick. This latest sexual experience had made me completely erect, a detail that hadn't escaped her notice. She began to jerk me with more authority this time as the pre-cum began to stream from my cock once again. Her rapid pumping now had me on the brink of orgasm, until once again Deb released her grip, saving my load of cum for at least another few minutes. Returning her focus to the fingers still inside her pussy, Deb took hold of my hand and began to rub her clit against it as she seemed intent on coming right away. I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, her body shuddering in advance of a powerful orgasm. She continued to rub herself against my hand until a burst of ecstasy released itself from deep inside, her quivering pussy now fully constricted around my fingers. I felt Deb slump forward, the intense orgasm seemingly sapping the energy from her body. She lay there awhile, unable to move, before lifting her lips to my ear. "Don't go anywhere," Deb whispered softly. "I'll be back in a few minutes." The lack of visual awareness from being blindfolded had become somewhat disorienting and I was grateful that I was tied down to the bed. As I lay there in darkened silence, alone and aroused, it seemed like an eternity had passed before I heard her sultry voice once again. "Did you miss me, babe?" Knowing her question needed no answer, I remained silent as I felt Deb climb onto the end of the bed and move toward me. The caress of one hand on my face startled me as her other hand softly brushed my cheek. With the gentleness a rescuer would show her freed prisoner, she lifted my silken blindness and I saw her smiling at me, a look of satisfaction on her moonlit face. Yes, her surprise had been both well-planned and well-received and I eagerly anticipated her next move. Moving back down the bed, Deb straddled my leg and I could feel her wet pussy on my skin as she sat down. She looked beautiful, sitting nude in the moonlight as she took hold of my cock and stroked it to attention once again. Thinking she was about to finish what she had started earlier, I eagerly anticipated watching her stroke me to orgasm, cum ready to flow over her soft hand. Still facing me, Deb smiled and raised her hips, positioning my shaft directly underneath her soaked pussy. Silently, she released my cock and slowly lowered herself until the tip was pressing against her. With a quick downward movement from Deb, her wet slit opened and I pushed deep inside her. Spreading her knees wide as she began to ride my cock, she looked at me, our eyes meeting in a silent invitation to watch as she fucked me. Raising my head, I gazed downward and saw this magnificent woman sitting there in the moonlit room, her shaved pussy concealing my cock from sight. Deb leaned forward and placed both hands on my chest, making my nipples harden from her touch. She quickened her thrusts and I pushed back as she slid her hot pussy along the length of my shaft. I wanted to come inside her as the night of ecstasy had me on the brink of orgasm for what I thought was the final time. But, in keeping with her modus operandi for the evening, Deb once again had something else in mind as she slid off my cock and got up from the bed. "Do you know what I loved most about the other night?" she asked rhetorically. "I loved the first feeling of your tongue in my pussy and I couldn't help but watch as you were licking me, it felt so good. Seeing your face buried between my legs was so hot, I couldn't control myself after that." Intimate Neighbors Ch. 02 With a grin the Cheshire cat would envy, Deb smiled at me, her next words nearly causing my heart to skip a beat. "I want you to watch me suck your cock," she commanded. Deb climbed back onto the bed, leaned down and slid her soft, wet tongue over the tip of my cock, tasting the mixture of her own juices and my pre-cum for the first time. My cock stiffened with her touch, revealing just how well I had shaved earlier as Deb worked her way toward my smooth sack. With a gentleness usually reserved for fine crystal, Deb took both balls in her mouth and began to lightly suck on them. This incredible feeling was intensified as she repositioned her hand around my cock and began to stroke. My head was spinning from the dual sensations and I knew I was not going to last much longer. Sensing my oncoming orgasm, Deb gently released me from her mouth and smiled. "I love feeling the skin of a freshly-shaved man," Deb confessed. "Especially down here." Refocusing her attention, Deb opened her mouth and slid her lips over my entire length. Knowing she was sucking me toward an eagerly-awaited cumshot, Deb's intensity increased as her tongue danced around my throbbing shaft. Her hand and mouth now worked in unison as the downward strokes of her fingers matched those of her lips. The feeling of her warm tongue running along the underside of my shaft proved to be just what I needed as my hips began to shudder. "I'm going to come," I exclaimed. "I'm coming." I fully expected Deb to release me from her warm, wet mouth but instead she sealed her lips tightly around my shaft as cum began to spurt. I watched this beautiful woman take the creamy load I had been holding back, swallowing every time as our eyes met once again. Though the only light in the room came from the full moon, I could see the animalistic hunger in her eyes as she swallowed every drop of cum my balls held, never once releasing her oral embrace. As I began to soften, Deb released my cock from her mouth and lay on top of me. Leaning forward, her soft, auburn hair smelling of strawberry as it brushed across my eyes, she gazed at me with a look of satisfaction that spread across her face as if my orgasm had been felt by her as well. As Deb leaned down to kiss me, she paused and smiled, her lips hovering so close to mine I could feel the faintness of her soft breath. As if we were moving in slow motion, our lips met so tenderly that it reminded my of my first kiss so many years ago. The piquant saltiness of my orgasm remained on her lips and though considered taboo to some, the passion of the moment created a curiosity on my part to experience this taste for the first time. My obvious willingness to kiss her even after coming in her mouth seemed to excite Deb, as our tongues passionately searched for each other, meeting in a warm, wet embrace. Though completely confident in my heterosexuality, I found the unique taste we were sharing not to be repulsive, but more of a tantalizing sexual bond between us. After a kiss that neither of us wanted to end, our lips gently parted as Deb got up from the bed and began to loosen the silken restraints. After freeing her willing captive, she picked up her teddy from the floor and began to speak softly. "You are the first man I truly wanted in this bed in a long time," she confessed. "After we separated, I told myself I wasn't going to get involved with anyone for a while. I was afraid to let myself care for anyone, but the feelings I have for you seem so . . . right." "You bring out feelings in me I thought were gone," Deb continued. "Passion and excitement. I look forward to seeing you, even just hearing your voice. You make me feel special." "You are special," I told her. "You are a beautiful woman who is sensual and caring. After our first night together, I kept waiting for you to tell me it was a mistake. I thought I may have just been someone you needed at the time, and then you would move on." "Are you worried about what people might say?" Deb asked. "About me robbing the cradle?" "No, I'm not," I answered reassuringly. "If this continues, which I hope it does, I'm sure people will talk. But whose business is it to tell us what is too old or too young? All I know is that when I'm with you, I'm happy. I enjoy being with you." "So do I," Deb replied. "So do I... with you..." Deb got into bed and slipped under the covers. Rolling over to look at me, she gave me a gentle, loving smile as if we had been together for years. "Would you stay the night with me? It's been a while since I had someone to wake up with." Her cool skin was smooth to the touch as I smiled back and put my arm around her. I knew that the night would soon be over, so I snuggled up and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Do you need to set an alarm for the morning?" I asked. Deb turned her head and kissed me one last time. "No," she answered. "I want this night to last as long as possible." With that, Deb tossed back the covers and began to caress her breasts as it became clear that her words had been deliberately phrased that way. "Well, in that case I'll buy breakfast," I remarked understatedly. Her eyes closed in anticipation as I gently pushed her legs apart to reveal a titillating sight that glistened in the soft moonlight. As my tongue began to trace its way up her wet pussy, Deb placed her hands on the back of my head, gently pressing me onward with an encouragement that assured me we would be seeing the sunrise together.