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The Neighborly Thing to Do

By: MissTaken



"At least he could call if he isn't going to make it," she told her chubby, old lap cat, Sylvester. 

It was her brother's 30th birthday and they had agreed to have dinner and go out for the evening. Even at 30 years old, Jillian's brother was no more responsible than when he was ten.

The table was set, the salad made, the rolls were probably luke warm by now, the chicken had marinated and was ready for the grill. 

"Well, that chicken will keep until tomorrow," she threw a cube of cheese from the salad to Sylvester as she wandered through the kitchen putting things away.

From the time they were kids, Jillian and Jason would spend time together on special occasions when there were no special loves in their lives. This just happened to have been one of those occasions, however, glancing at the clock, she realized he probably did find a date or go out with his co-workers.

Jillian went into her bedroom, slipped out of the slacks and shirt she had chosen for the night and looked in the mirror. Her 40 something figure carried some recognizable signs of age. Her ass was fleshy and round. Having children had left her tummy with a softness that she thought of only as excess weight to be removed. Her breasts were full as ever and sagging with the impact of four decades of gravity. Jillian sighed loudly, ran her hands over her smooth, unmarred skin and haphazardly tossed her hair in a ponytail. She slipped into a pair of running pants and a t-shirt from her alma mater. 

"A good night for cleaning, I suppose," Jillian sighed.

Jillian crossed the corridor to the bathroom and dug out her cleaning supplies from the cabinet. She was busy scrubbing the bathtub when she heard a knock at the door. She stood up, almost too quickly, feeling a bit of vertigo as she did so. She walked down the hall to the living room. She quickly looked out the window and saw a handsome, well built man on her stoop. An older man, in his late 50's, David was a retired schoolteacher who had lost his wife several years ago. Her finger tossed a loose tendril of hair into place and answered the door.

"Hello David, " she greeted him. "Come on in, I was just cleaning up a bit." 

Jillian's face was flushed with the realization that she looked a mess in her t-shirt and sweat pants. Her smile was bright as she showed him into her humble, yet carefully decorated home. 

"Hello there, Jillian. I won't keep you." He smiled with a twinkle is his eye realizing that she probably didn't mind the interruption.

Jillian giggled and said, "Oh, keep me from the dreaded bathroom!"

"Well, all I needed was to borrow a long matchstick. I was just getting ready to light the grill and realized I had nothing to light it with."

"Sure, Jillian said as she handed David a box of matches, "You may as well take the whole box, my brother never showed for dinner as planned." Jillian's voice betrayed her frustration and disappointment.

"In that case, would you care to have dinner with me? " David asked. "It is just steak and potatoes, but there is plenty for two." 

Jillian thought for a moment, realizing it had been months since she had had dinner with anyone, but Sylvester and smiled. 

"That is a great idea. I have green salad and crusty rolls, if you like."

David's face blushed with pleasure, "Well, would you like to stop over when you are ready? I don't mean to imply that you aren't lovely, but…" His sentence trailed off as he glanced over her in her cleaning garb. 

Jillian flung her arms out, batted her eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion and asked, "You mean the invitation isn't "Come as you are"?" 

David had lived next door for the last 15 years. His children had been her most trusted babysitters when her son was young. They had exchanged pleasantries over the years and an occasional cup of tea when his wife was alive. Jillian made her most popular chicken casserole for him and his family when Ellen passed on. Since then, David would join her and her son for dinner when Eben was home from college or stop for coffee on Sunday mornings. David was a good neighbor and a kindly and interesting man.

As Jillian busied herself getting ready for dinner, she quickly pulled on the blue slacks and white blouse that she was to have worn out with her brother and looked in the mirror. She smiled quickly at her image. The clothing emphasized the curves she favored and camouflaged the softness she had tried so long to diet away. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail and brushed the chestnut tresses until they shone. A dab of lipstick and she was ready. She gathered the rolls and salad and a bottle of red wine, placing everything in a wicker picnic basket.

Jillian stopped at the front door, realizing her palms were sweating and her heart was beating the rhythm to a favorite rock song from her youth. She thought about David standing on her stoop, his white hair being tossed by the breeze and how the wrinkles of age seemed to enhance his smile. 

"Geesh," she sighed. "I like this man." 

She glanced in the mirror next to the door, swept back her hair, blotted her lipstick and decided it would have to do. She was late.

David watched Jillian from the front porch as she hurried across their lawns to meet him. She noticed he had changed into clean slacks and a white dress shirt. The smell of men's cologne wasn't lost on her, either.

"Here you are, " she said as she handed over the basket. 

He smiled, placed a hand on her arm and led her into the kitchen. She glanced around the home and noticed that David had done a fair bit of redecorating since Ellen's funeral. The sliding glass doors opened upon an elegantly set table. There were two candlesticks placed in the middle and a rose from his garden lay next to her plate. She immediately picked up the flower and inhaled its fragrance deeply. 

"Thank you, " she muttered through a voice that belied her nervousness. Apparently, he liked her as well!

David watched her delicate hands holding the stem of the rose and her eyes closing as she breathed the fragrance. Her movements and facial expressions gave away her sensual nature. For that moment, there was nothing for her, but the rose and the pleasure it brought. He felt a stirring that had been denied so long he almost didn't recognize it, desire.

Jillian had always been a lovely woman. He respected her raising Eben to college age. He was a nice young man, which in David's mind, spoke to her ability and commitment as a mother. They had always shared a warm and neighborly relationship, but the excitement he felt tonight had nothing to do with being neighborly. Her breasts pressed against the smooth fabric of her blouse in such a fashion as to draw his attention and fuel a need that hadn't been evident in years.

She raised her face from the blossom and smiled. David smiled warmly and told her the grill as ready. Jillian busied herself with the salad and rolls, poured them both a glass of wine and sat in a high back, cushioned patio chair watching David as he flipped the steaks. His shirt revealed a well-built man, with muscular arms and broad shoulders. He stood several inches taller than her and was one of those few men for whom the aging process seemed only to add to their physical beauty. Or perhaps, she was only now looking at David as a single woman might? After all, he was happily married throughout the first thirteen years of their friendship. Jillian mentally shrugged her shoulders as she sipped from her wine. She didn't realize that David had turned and caught her staring at him. When their eyes met, she blushed as a schoolgirl might and the sound of her nervous laughter reminded him of the tapping of the spoons on wine glasses at a wedding. 

David served the steaks while she offered him the salad and rolls. As they ate, he asked after Eben and was pleased to hear he had made the Dean's list, once again. They reminisced about Eben as a child and many of the predicaments he had found himself in. They chuckled at the thought of a seven year old Eben playing hide and seek with friends and hiding in David's car. His elbow had bumped the stick shift and the car rolled to the end of the drive! Jillian made mention of the remodeling David had completed in the house. He told her had little else to fill his time with since Ellen was gone and that he enjoyed carpentry. 

He sighed when he said, "The house really needs the eye of a woman to finish decorating, though." 

Jillian smiled warmly and offered, "Perhaps I could take a look around and give you a few ideas?" 

David nodded. They both placed their napkins on the table and rose to their feet. They stood very near one another. David reached for the wine glasses. As he turned to give Jillian her glass, his elbow bumped hers and the deep red liquid splashed across her blouse. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed. Reacting automatically, David grabbed a white linen napkin, dipped it in a glass of water remaining on the table and began dabbing at the stain. Jillian trembled under his touch. She made a sound that resembled a growl, as she couldn't speak. The temperature of the liquid combined with David's touch to her breast had rendered her speechless. David heard her sound, pulled back and began blushing. He struggled to apologize as he realized what had transpired. He looked at the stain and at her face, warm with embarrassment. As if he had no control, his gaze lowered to her chest, once again. Her nipple was erect and pressing against the wet fabric. David gasped aloud.

Jillian, her face red, her chest heaving, reached for David's hand. 

"It is okay, really, " she said in a husky voice. 

David moved toward her, taking her other hand, he smiled, "Are you sure?" 

They both knew they were talking about something far more interesting than the soiled blouse. Jillian nodded. David's lip trembled. He lowered his head to hers, his lips soft, and his breath sweet as he lightly kissed her, repeatedly. She slipped her arms around him, enjoying the tentative, almost shy nature of their kisses. He, then, planted soft kisses along her jaw, his mouth traveled toward her neck. Then, she heard him sigh deeply near her ear and gather her close to him. 

"Jillian, are you really sure?" David whispered. 

Jillian hissed, "Yes, David."

David pulled back from her, holding her hands. His left hand touched her hair, trying to tame a lose tendril. The hand slipped to her blouse and with a fingertip, he traced the blotch on her blouse. He then, made circles inside the image of the stain. Circling closer and closer to her nipple, he teased her. She held her breath during the final circle before David touched her taut nipple. Closing her eyes, she exhaled. David lifted his finger to her mouth. She tasted the wine on his fingertip, gently licking his finger then taking it in her eager mouth and suckling. 

"It tastes sweet, does it not?" David queried.

Jillian nodded slowly, her hot mouth tasting the length of his index finger as she felt dampness building in her panties.

David's eyes never left Jillian's face as he slowly removed her finger and kissed her. His lips pressed against her, light as the brush of a butterfly's wings. He gently opened his mouth, his tongue touching her lips, coaxing her, urging her to take his tongue in her mouth. David's hand slid the length of the satin blouse and moved to Jillian's full waist. His hand moved lower until he was pressing his fingers against the seam where her wetness was building. Jillian opened her mouth under David's, his tongue entered as Jillian's hips moved rhythmically against David's touch. The friction of the fabric on her clit caused her to shudder repeatedly. Her knees threatened to buckle as she lost herself in his touch. David supported her with a hand on her ass, kneading her soft flesh through the fabric. Jillian's hand slid to David's waist, pulling at his shirt, so carefully tucked in, until her hand could slip underneath the shirt. His flesh was hot to the touch.

The kiss ended. David placed his hands on Jillian's shoulders, turning her so that she was facing away from him. He gently guided her to a chaise lounge that was open and covered with an elegant floral printed cushion. Jillian followed his urging as if having no will of her own. She stood before the lounge chair as if waiting direction. 

David left one hand on her shoulder and slipped his free hand between her legs. His touch was demanding, yet brief. Jillian gasped in surprise. David placed his arms around her, pulling her back against him. He kissed her neck as his hands wandered over her breasts, kneading them and delighting in the firmness of her nipples. 

David began unbuttoning the blouse at the top. As the middle button exposed her breasts, he slipped his hands in side. The flimsy fabric of her bra did little to hide her arousal or stop his hands from searing her with his touch. Jillian moaned, her head thrown back against him, her eyes closed as she felt waves of arousal coarse through her body, through her abdomen to her eager, needy pussy. David unfastened the bra through the front latch and took a breast in each hand. His thumb brushed over the nipple. He then, let one slip from his hand as he squeezed the other nipple. Twisting and tweaking it until she gasped with pleasure, her hips trembled against the hardness pressed against her back. David did the same to the second breast, playing, touching, twisting and teasing it until Jillian thought she could stand no more. Jillian grabbed at David's waist, pressing him closer.

David's hands slipped to the waistband of Jillian's slacks. He slipped his hands inside and slowly began to remove them. He planted soft kisses over her back and ass as he stripped her of her panties and slacks. Jillian stepped out of her pants. 

David caressed the top of her feet and his hands slid up the front of her legs as he brought himself to a full standing position once again bringing his hands over Jillian's thighs to her waist. He pivoted her around to face him. He slid her blouse and bra straps over her shoulders until she stood before him naked. Jillian lowered her head and tried to cover her abdomen with her hands. 

"No!" David whispered with an unmistakably firm tone. "You are beautiful. Don't hide yourself from me, Jillian."

Jillian looked up into David's eyes and saw that he spoke the truth. His brown eyes seemed black with desire. Her bottom lip quivered whether because of the joy of being found beautiful or the anticipation and arousal she felt, she wasn't certain. 

"Jillian. Touch me. Feel how much I want you." 

Jillian nodded slowly, her hand moving to David's slacks. She tentatively placed her hand on the bulge near the zipper and gently stroked him. David tossed his head back and groaned under her ministrations. Jillian quickly unbuttoned the slacks and pulled his cock free. She took it in a firm grasp and began stroking. Gently, her other hand slipped inside his pants below his shaft. She cupped his sac in her palm and began kneading his balls while she stroked. 

"Oh God, Jillian!" Quickly, almost desperately, David raised his head and slid out of his slacks. Standing in front of her in only his shirt, Jillian saw David as he had never seen him before, an incredibly sexy, desirable man whom she needed, now. 

David smirked at Jillian, sensing her arousal and need. 

"Do you want me, Jillian? Do you really want me?" 

Jillian whispered, "God, yes!" through trembling lips. 

"I will see how much you want me, dear, "David replied. 

His hand moved to her trimmed mound. Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside her hot, moist pussy. Jillian gasped as her body began trembling. 

"Please, David!" David withdrew his fingers, holding them near his face so as to inhale the aroma of her arousal. 

"Sweet, " he said. He leaned forward, his fingers still near his face until he was so close she could feel his breath on her cheek. His tongue darted out, tasting her arousal on his fingers. Without thinking, Jillian began licking his finger as well. There tongues teased one another as they touched and tasted, tasted and touched. Finally, David took Jillian's mouth firmly; demanding she open herself to him, plunging his tongue inside while their hands caressed and groped one another in a frenzy of the senses. 

Their need was building to a degree to which it could no longer be denied. David pressed Jillian backward, placing her on the chaise lounge. They separated themselves from one another while David helped her to the seat. He raised her legs so that she was reclining with her knees bent high, nude in the sunset and placed her hands on the arms of the chair. 

Moving to the end of the chair, David leaned over. His hands slid the length of her legs as he kissed her calves and inner thighs. His head moved closer to her throbbing wetness, so close, she could feel the hair at the crown of his head brush against her mound. David's lips parted as he nibbled gently at the soft flesh inside her thighs near her crotch. Jillian's pussy glistened with moisture. 

Jillian was moaning softly, watching David, and begging him with her eyes. His mouth moved to her mound, his hands followed. He spread her labia wide with his hands, leaning forward, his mouth so near her sweetness that she could feel his cool breath. He blew air upon it, then, darted his tongue over her clit. His tongue flitted over and around her clit in a quick and teasing rhythm. 

Jillian's moans were louder as she tried to press her pussy against David's face. David pressed down with his hands to keep her still as he continued to tease her with his mouth. His tongue moved down her crevice to the invitation of her cunt. His tongue tasted the sweet juices that had escaped, moving over the opening and slowly dipping his tongue inside her. His thumb found her clit as his tongue continued to plunge and taste her. Each time he entered her, he placed his tongue deeper inside. His thumb pressed down hard on her clit, making circles. 

Jillian was clenching the arms of the chair until her knuckles were white; her hips began undulating more quickly with David's efforts. She could feel each thrust, each movement of his thumb sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her body became taut as her head thrashed back and forth on the lounge. She was close, so close. Her pussy was engorged and pulsing against his tongue and mouth, her body trembling uncontrollably. 

Just as Jillian was at the brink of orgasm, David quickly thrust three hooked fingers inside her cunt and pressed his mouth and teeth around her clit. He sucked her clit, hard, raking his teeth over the swollen knob as he pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt. 

Jillian shouted his name as the release she sought overtook her mind and body. She came violently, soaking David's hand and face. He continued to finger fuck her, faster and harder, encouraging her to offer more evidence of her pleasure. She came again and again, spraying him with her orgasm, soaking his shirt and the chair beneath him. 

David, never having been with a woman who squirted, continued to fuck her with his fingers, wanting to see how long Jillian could persist in this manner. She spurted more for him, her shouts becoming exhausted mumbles, her only words, "I can't. I can't come anymore." 

Upon hearing her say this, David thrust his forth finger inside her, pressing against her G spot, and shoving his face against her clit. Once again, Jillian came. This time, less violently. Her fluids dripped from David's fingers, hand and arm as he raised himself from the chaise. 

He stared down at this beauty, her face serene in the aftermath of her climax. David leaned over her, caressed her face and head and kissed her mouth, tenderly. He moved to sit at the end of the chair, took both her hands in his and slowly coaxed her to him. She laid her head against his shoulder as his arms cradled her. Her breathing was still erratic and body was limp. He caressed her head and kissed her neck, whispering how special and lovely she was, how happy she had made him. 


The Neighborly Thing To Do



"Hey, stop picking my flowers!"

The little girls shrieked gleefully and ran for the opposite side of the yard. They stopped near the fence and began tossing the freshly plucked impatiens buds up into the air, then jumped up and down as the blossoms fell about them like pink confetti.

Sheila regarded her flower with a scowl. "Unbelievable," she said. She placed her hands on her hips in exasperation. "I'm not going to have a single flower left by the end of the summer."

"I told you to put fake flowers out here," Dave replied. Sheila shot him a searing glance. Dave laughed out loud, knowing full well that artificial flowers would never do for his picky neighbor.

"Sure, and a couple of plastic flamingos, too," Sheila said sarcastically. In spite of her annoyance, she laughed at the situation. She was glad the kids had a nice yard to play in, even if some of her plants took a beating. Sighing, Sheila bent over to pull up a weed that was invading the carefully manicured bed.

Dave stole a glance at Sheila as she bent to pull the offending weed. Her legs were thin and well shaped. Nice, he thought to himself. His neighbor had a great figure that he never grew tired of looking at. It was a hot day, nearing ninety degrees. Sheila was barefoot and wore a sleeveless denim dress that hugged her shapely form. 

"You missed one," Dave said as Sheila straightened.

"Where?" Sheila asked immediately. Dave grinned broadly, and she realized he was trying to get her to bend over again. 

"God, you are such a pig, Dave." Sheila said as she pulled her dress down self-consciously. Dave roared.

This was typical banter for the two of them. They had lived next door to each other for almost three years and spent time together nearly every day. Their daughters were the same age and were constant companions. 

The two families had become close. Sheila's husband, Mike, was good friends with Dave. They fished together, hung out together, and helped each other with projects around their homes. When they had first moved to the neighborhood, Sheila had almost been jealous of the amount of time Mike was spending with Dave. But once she had gotten to know Dave and his wife Tricia better, Sheila was thankful to have found such good friends. 

The truth of the matter was that she sometimes felt lonely staying home all day with her two children. Dave was also a stay at home parent, while Tricia worked long hours as an advertising specialist. At Mike's insistence, Sheila had begun arranging play dates for the girls. She felt awkward about it initially. She was afraid Tricia might get angry but that had not been the case. The two couples were happy their children got along so well and encouraged them to play together often.

"Feel like doing me a huge favor?" Sheila asked.

Dave grinned at her. "Sure, what did you have in mind?"

Sighing, Sheila ignored him. Although she knew his insinuations were made lightheartedly, it sometimes annoyed her. 

"Can you help me carry that old door out to the curb? Tomorrow is trash pick-up," she said briskly. She and Mike had just finished remodeling their bedroom. It was the last room they had worked on in the old colonial house. Sheila hadn't really noticed just how uninspiring their bedroom was until after they had fixed it up. It had been painted stark white when they bought the house, and aside from hanging up some old curtains she found in a box, Sheila hadn't done anything to the room for the next three years. The kids' rooms and the kitchen were the first orders of business, then the bathrooms. Finally, their private area had been painted and new furniture purchased. It was a much needed improvement in Sheila's estimation, and she was very happy that she and Mike had picked out the new things together.

"Oh, yeah, no problem," Dave said. They walked across the yard to the back door of the house. Sheila stopped before entering.

"Girls, we're going inside for a minute. We'll be right back," Sheila called to the children.

Dave rolled his eyes. "They probably wouldn't have noticed that we were gone, you know."

"True. But I want them to know where we are. Just in case they are looking for us."

"You worry too much, Sheila. You know they are fine out here for a couple of minutes by themselves. That fence Mike put up is escape-proof." Dave chuckled to himself. The dilapidated chain link fence that had surrounded the yard for years had come down within two months of Mike and Sheila moving in. In its place was a beautiful white picket fence. Their daughter had figured out how to unlatch the gate in a matter of minutes, so Mike had installed an elaborate locking mechanism. It was a bit much, but at least they didn't have to worry about their children getting out of the yard and roaming the neighborhood.

Sheila laughed and shook her head in agreement. She led Dave into the house and up the stairs. "Baby's sleeping," she said quietly as they passed the first bedroom.

"I could use a morning nap, too," Dave said.

"You and me both," Sheila commiserated. "I haven't been getting enough sleep lately."

"New bedroom too much for you?" Dave teased. 

"It's working out just fine," Sheila said evenly. She smiled slightly. Dave could take that any way he wanted.

The old door was leaning against the wall in the hallway. Dave glanced into the newly made over bedroom. It wasn't something he would have done in his own house, but he liked it nonetheless. The walls were sponged with warm hues of orange, yellow and red, giving the room the aura of perennial sunset. The centerpiece of the room was definitely the bed. Sheila and Mike had not been able to agree on anything that they had seen in the furniture stores, so instead they had designed and built a headboard. It was a massive mahogany slab with a gently curving top. Sheila had applied layer after layer of stain until the wood seemed to glow. The final touch had been to install two small polished chrome lamps on either end of the headboard. Dave had made fun of his neighbors for the lamps, saying it was really sad they had nothing better to do in bed than reading. 

But Dave knew his neighbors did more than flip through magazines in that bed. Mike did not mind sharing information from his sex life with his friend, so Dave was aware that it was active and enjoyable. As Dave glanced at the headboard, he felt suddenly uncomfortable. Mike had told to him how he and Sheila had christened the bed. As he was lying propped up with pillows against the headboard, Sheila had climbed into bed with her husband and given him a blow job until he was hard. Then Sheila got on top and rode him while both hands grasped the headboard, using it for leverage to help grind her pussy down on Mike's stiff cock. Mike said she had climaxed several times that evening. The couple had declared the headboard a huge success. 

"I'll grab the bottom if you don't mind going down the stairs first," Sheila said as she bent to grasp the door.

Sheila's voice broke Dave from his reverie about her exploits in the bedroom. "Ah, no. Let go, I'll get it," Dave waved her away with his hand.

"Have it your way."

Sheila knew he wouldn't let her help. Dave was not the kind of man to stand around and watch her do manual labor. And it wasn't as if he needed any help. Dave was not a tall man, but he had a powerful build. He lifted the door easily and started down the stairs. Sheila followed.

She watched Dave as he descended her staircase. He was not an unattractive man, although Sheila didn't think of him as good-looking. She actually never thought of him in sexual terms at all, which was strange considering all the comments he had lobbed her way. Dave was just the neighbor, and a friend. But there was one thing about Dave that completely disarmed Sheila, and that was his smile. One look at his devilish grin just melted her. Even when he was teasing Sheila unmercifully, she couldn't stay mad at him when he flashed that smile. The contrast of his bright white teeth against his dark complexion was dazzling. 

As the couple reached the bottom of the stairs, Sheila mentally reprimanded herself. Dave was a good guy. He was here helping her out again, wasn't he? Besides, he couldn't possibly mean all those things he said. He was one of her husband's best friends. She was certain it was all in fun. Still, Sheila wondered to herself. 

She looked at Dave's bulging shoulder muscles as he carried the door. Sheila suddenly felt a slight twinge between her legs. Mortified, she tried to ignore the sensation and ran ahead of Dave to hold the back door open for him. He easily navigated the old door outside and headed across the lawn. When he reached the fence, he set the door down on its end so he could lift it over the fence.

Sheila came up behind him. "Careful, Dave, the old screws are still in the hinges, and they look sharp," Sheila cautioned.

"Yes, mom," Dave answered her smugly. He rolled his eyes. Grasping the door with both hands, he hoisted it up over his head. As he set it down on the opposite side of the fence, the top hinge swung down and the screws sticking out scraped his arm. Sheila looked at her neighbor, but he made no sound. 

"Think they will take that with the rest of the trash?" he asked. He turned and started to walk toward the other side of the yard where the kids were playing.

"Oh, yes, they take just about anything... Dave, you're bleeding."

Dave glanced at his arm and shrugged. "Just a scratch, mom, stop worrying."

"Yeah, but that hinge was rusty and covered with old paint. Go inside and wash it. Please, Dave." Sheila looked at him plaintively. 

Dave sighed. He knew she would fret about his minor injury until he washed it out. "Okay, okay. But it's just a scratch. Really."

"I know, but I'm not going to let you get blood poisoning on my account. I'll get you something to clean it with," Sheila said as they walked back to the house.

Dave washed his hands at the kitchen sink. Sheila appeared at his elbow with some alcohol, cotton balls and a band-aid. 

"I'm not putting that band aid on, Sheila, just forget about it."

"Seriously, Dave, that hinge was filthy. You need to..."

"Just the alcohol, please." He waited for her to open the bottle with an expectant look on his face.

"What?" she asked.

"Aren't you going to clean it for me? After all, I carried that big, heavy door downstairs for you. It's the least you could do, you know." Dave looked at Sheila in a completely serious fashion, then slowly that wide grin spread over his face.

Damn, Sheila thought to herself. There he goes again. 

"Oh, all right, all right," Sheila said reluctantly. "Next time I'm doing my own dirty work."

"Definitely call me first so I can come over and watch."

"Dave!"

Sheila grabbed a couple of cotton balls and soaked them with alcohol. Without hesitation, she pressed them right into the scratch on Dave's arm.

"Ow! Jesus, Sheila!"

"Serves you right."

Sheila relented and began dabbing at Dave's triceps. His arms were covered in a thin layer of sweat from carrying the heavy door in the summer heat. Sheila found herself staring at his muscles again.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked him quietly.

"Rubbing alcohol in an open wound usually hurts," Dave quipped. "Kiss it better?" He grinned at her without a shred of embarrassment. 

She couldn't understand how he could say such things without feeling uneasy. Yet she laughed at his comment, then became suddenly pensive. She wondered what Dave would do if she teased him back. She never did that, mainly because she did not want to encourage him. But after all he had put her through, why not? She would stop before it got out of hand. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was neither forceful nor lingering, just a soft kiss that could have been given to a relative or an old friend. She had been quite careful not to make it too wet or with any hint of tongue. 

That'll teach him, she thought to herself. Maybe he'd think twice before dropping one of his little comments again. Sheila did not move a muscle. She stood her ground and was determined that he was going to have to move first. Just once she wanted to see him squirm, see him left speechless, run for the back door, something, anything. 

What the hell was that? Dave said to himself. He was completely dumbstruck. Had his seemingly prudish neighbor just kissed him? He glanced out the window where the kids were playing. The situation was surreal. Unsure of what to do next, Dave stood looking at the floor. It occurred to him that he should go back outside. Yes, that was it. Just get the hell out of the kitchen and away from this woman who normally ignored his advances. 

Dave looked up at Sheila and quickly lowered his eyes again. She had a look of steely determination on her face. Dave did not know what to make of the look, but his curiosity was certainly peaked. The thought of Sheila's lips brushing up against his own was intoxicating, and he had an overwhelming urge to touch her. Her skin looked so soft. Dave took a deep breath. His hand shot out and he abruptly grabbed her right arm just below the shoulder. 

Sheila leveled her eyes at him, then let her gaze fall to where his hand rested on her arm. Slowly, she lifted her huge golden brown eyes back up to meet his. A slight smile played on the corners of her mouth. "Why, Dave, whatever are you doing?" she asked. "You're not thinking of kissing me back, are you?" she said leadingly. 

Sheila honestly thought this would be the end of it. She figured Dave would leave tracks on her kitchen floor as he raced out of the house. 

"No," Dave said. There was a tremor in his voice and he looked as if he were going to wet his pants. Sheila felt a triumphant surge and a broad smile appeared on her face. She did not move and allowed Dave's hand to remain on her arm. 

Perhaps it was her smile that finally brought him to his senses. Dave managed to let go of her arm and attempted to walk around her. But Sheila did not yield, and in his hurry to get past her, Dave plowed into her shoulder.

"Uh, sorry," he mumbled as his arm instinctively shot out to steady her. His hand landed on her abdomen, firm from the many miles she ran. Again, Dave froze. His head was spinning. Just inches away from his hand were some of the best tits he had ever laid eyes on. Shit, this can't be happening, Dave told himself. Was she just screwing with him? He glanced at her face and was shocked to find that Sheila was staring right at him. His heart leapt and for the first time he became acutely aware that he had an enormous erection. 

To his horror, he realized that Sheila had noticed as well. She glanced down quickly at the bulge in his crotch. The grin on her face grew even broader. She tipped her head to one side, saying nothing, but raised her eyebrows at Dave in a questioning fashion. And still she did not move.

Dave was on fire. He had to get out of there. He kept telling himself this was wrong, so wrong. Why was she doing this? They had always been close, but always on friendly terms. Was it possible that she was attracted to him as much as he was to her? As these thoughts spun through his head, Dave's attention focused on her full lips. Sheila always wore lipstick. Today, it was a deep plum color that accentuated her round, pouty mouth. Dave thought she had never looked so kissable. Then he imagined those lips around his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes and prayed that she would break free from his awkward grasp and walk away.

Sheila had a pretty good idea what Dave was thinking while he stood there with his eyes closed. What she could not understand was why it was taking him so long to let go of her and get out of there. This had been entertaining and they would most likely have a good laugh about it some night over a glass of wine, but enough was enough. Her determination to break him was waning. She had shocked him enough for one day. Taking a hold of his hand, she removed it from her belly.

Dave's eyes flew open and he looked at her. She was holding his hand in hers, and it seemed to awaken something in both of them. Of all the things Dave had ever said or thought about doing with Sheila, holding her hand was not one of them. Yet it felt so good to be touching her that way. The moment was oddly tender. They were still standing within inches of each other. Dave noticed that she was breathing rapidly, causing her chest to rise and fall in a very appealing way. Dave wondered again if perhaps she wanted him, too. He gave her hand a slight squeeze and waited for a response.

Sheila reluctantly looked at him. There was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. Oh, God, she thought to herself. What am I doing? Her heart was pounding. This was not what she had intended, but she could not deny the feeling that was welling up inside her. She wanted him. All at once it came to her, why she wanted to tease him, how she had the courage to act so brazenly... she wanted him. She wanted to feel his arms around her and his tongue deep in her mouth. The thought of kissing him was driving her crazy. Instinctively, her tongue snaked out of her mouth to wet her lips.

Dave saw her tongue flash out of her mouth and he felt his cock grow harder. In her tongue's wake, Sheila's lips were left lusciously wet and inviting. Impulsively, he reached up with his free hand to grasp Sheila firmly behind the neck and drew her to him. She willingly opened her mouth to let him kiss her.

"Oh, baby," Dave whispered as he broke free from their first kiss. He was holding her tightly against him with one arm while his other hand reached down to squeeze her ass. Judging by the pleasurable noise that escaped from Sheila, he guessed she was enjoying it. She leaned into his body and kissed him again, slipping her tongue inside his mouth. 

In the distance, the kids could be heard screaming. Dave turned his head toward the door. "Hold on," he whispered to Sheila. He walked to the back door and peered out. The girls were happily chasing the dog around the yard. Closing the door, Dave turned back to Sheila. She had retreated to the opposite side of the kitchen and was leaning against the counter as if waiting for him. Neither of them spoke. Dave hurried to her and the neighbors began kissing again.

"Mmmm," Sheila moaned softly as she ran her hands over Dave's chest. She clawed at his shirt, pulling it out of his shorts. She shoved her hands under the shirt and began massaging his back and shoulders. Dave rapidly unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. He leaned down to nibble on her neck and kiss her soft skin. Sheila threw her head back and groaned. As she stood there with her head hanging back, panting excitedly, she thought of the kids. She turned her head to look out the window over the kitchen sink. 

"They're fine. You know they can't get out of the yard," Dave said quietly. He pressed his lips to hers again. They were both breathing heavily now and the feeling in the kitchen was electric. The thought that the children could interrupt them at any moment was in the back of their minds. The sense of urgency was incredibly arousing. 

Dave could feel her full breasts rising and falling with her hurried breathing. He tore at the hooks of her pink lace bra and pulled it off to expose her large, round breasts. He fondled her tits with his hands while he licked first one nipple and then the other. She impatiently took one of his hands and guided it between her legs. Dave pushed her panties aside and dipped his fingers into her already wet pussy. 

"Oh, god, Sheila," he groaned as his fingertips felt her smooth pussy lips. Dave knew she had her pubic hair waxed. Mike had tortured him with that information at the beginning of the summer. Now every time Dave saw Sheila in a pair of shorts, his thoughts drifted to the region between her legs. He often wondered what it looked like and how good it would feel to lick it. Actually touching it was beyond anything he could have imagined. He grabbed at her delicate black panties and hastily pulled them down. Then he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart.




The Neighborly Thing To Do



"No, Dave!" Sheila whispered hoarsely. Her head spun around, looking from one window to the other. "The kids are right outside! Someone might see us."

"Don't worry about it. The neighbors need some excitement in their lives," he joked. She gave a small whimper of protest and tried to hold her legs in place. But Dave pushed his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply. "Mmm," he groaned. He forced his mouth up to her pussy and began sliding his tongue across her bare, quivering skin. 

The sensation of Dave's hot tongue on her pussy made Sheila lightheaded. She groaned and gripped the edge of the counter to keep from collapsing from pleasure. To her chagrin, Dave stood suddenly. Sheila whimpered in protest once again. Dave caught her under the arms, lifted her up, and set her down on the counter. She immediately understood what he wanted. This time Sheila willingly spread her legs for him. He dove between her thighs again and tongued her relentlessly.

"Oh, yes, oh, it feels so good," Sheila whispered. Her breaths were coming in short bursts now and her juices poured out of her. Dave's tongue, which had been buried deep in her hole, now found its way up to her clit. Sheila practically slid off the counter onto his face as she attempted to get closer to his mouth. She moaned and grabbed at Dave's head, holding it between her outspread legs.

"No, wait," Sheila said breathlessly. "Stop, I want to cum with you inside me." Dave reluctantly removed his mouth from her now swollen and extremely wet pussy. She had tasted so sweet. But his cock was raging inside his shorts, so he didn't argue with her. Sheila slid off the countertop to help him get his shorts down.

"Do you want me to..." Sheila began as she lowered herself to take his long shaft in her mouth. 

"No, no. Just turn around," Dave begged. Sheila hesitated momentarily. She truly wanted to have his hard cock in her mouth. "Next time," he said briskly. 

"Next time? Dave!" Sheila wailed. Dave ignored her. He spun Sheila around and pushed her face first down on the counter.

Dave was alarmed at the forceful way he had just handled Sheila, but he had an idea she might like it. He was right. Sheila, whose upper half was now splayed out on the tiled counter, looked over her shoulder at Dave. Her eyes were burning like hot coals.

"Dave, oh please, fuck me!" she cried, doing her best to keep from screaming. Sheila stood on her tiptoes and pressed her ass back at Dave's waiting cock.

Holding his stiffness with one hand, Dave rubbed it between her legs and over her clit. Sheila whimpered yet again and wriggled her ass backwards. Dave grabbed her slender hips firmly and pushed his cock inside Sheila.

The neighbors groaned in unison. Dave's knees grew weak as he felt Sheila's slick, tight pussy envelop him. He paused briefly to let the warm wet sensation of her surround him, then began pumping away at her furiously. Dave couldn't believe how good she felt. He gave Sheila every inch of his long cock without stopping

"Yes, oh yes!" Sheila cried. She tossed her head, making her chestnut hair dance. She had forgotten about the children in the yard and had given in to her primal urges. Dave's hot, hard cock was pushing deep inside her and sending waves of pleasure through her body. 

"Squeeze my tits," she begged. Dave grabbed her fleshy mounds and pinched the nipples. His cock, which was already throbbing and incredibly hard, grew even longer. He had seen Sheila come in from running in the rain once. She was wearing a white tank top and Dave had been able to see her huge dark brown nipples through her wet shirt. He had become so aroused that he made an excuse and gone home so his friends wouldn't see his erection. Now holding those gorgeous breasts in his hands, he was having a hard time controlling himself.

Sheila was also trying hard to restrain herself. She wanted to scream out loud, but instead she was making low, grunting noises down in her throat. Dave found the sounds incredibly exciting. Each time he drove his cock into her, Sheila would make those earthy noises. Her juices were running down her thighs and all over Dave's balls. She began to feel a shivering sensation down her legs and knew that she would climax soon.

"Oh, god, Dave, I'm going to cum!" she said excitedly. A flood washed over Dave's cock as Sheila's orgasm shook her body. Sheila could feel his cock twitching inside her. He grabbed her hips firmly with both hands to make his last strokes enter her as far as possible.

"Aaahhhhh!" Dave yelled as he began to cum. He pulled his raging cock out of Sheila so he could shoot his cum on her ass. Sheila turned as she felt him slip out of her. Dropping down to her knees, she took Dave in her hands and jerked him off. His cum erupted and hit her in the face, the chin and dripped down onto her breasts. Sheila looked up at him and smiled. Dave nearly fell over as she wiped his cum off her chin with her fingers, then slowly and deliberately inserted her fingers into her mouth to suck it off. She continued this until every drop of his juice was gone. Swaying, Dave watched her in rapture. 

When she was finished, Sheila stood up and looked sheepishly at her neighbor. Dave put his arms around her waist and drew her close. They kissed and held each other for a few moments, then Sheila cleared her throat to indicate the encounter was over. She bent down to gather her discarded panties. Neither of them spoke as they began pulling their clothing back on. Sheila found her voice first.

"Um, what should we feed the kids for lunch?" she asked.

Dave chuckled and shook his head. "I don't know, Sheila. It's so hot, how about peanut butter and jelly?"

"Great. I'll cut up some fruit, too."

"I'll go check on them," Dave said. He started for the back door, adjusting his shorts as he went.

Sheila finished buttoning up her dress and went to the cupboard to get the peanut butter. Her legs were still shaking and she found that she needed to grip the counter again to steady herself. 

"Hey, Dave?"

He stopped just as he reached the door and looked back at her. "Yeah?"

"Thanks for coming over. I appreciate your help." Sheila smiled timidly. She could feel herself starting to blush.

"Anytime, Sheila," Dave said emphatically. She did not doubt that he meant it. Then Dave flashed his bright smile at Sheila, gave her a wink, and went out to the back yard.



The Neighborly Thing To Do



I live in a small Midwestern town of about 5,000 people. It's the kind of town where everyone knows everyone. High school sports reign supreme. The grocery store is filled with people smiling and saying 'hello'. And the county fair puts the rest of the world on hold for one week every year.

My house is in a subdivision that is upper middle class. There are eight houses on my street. We all know each other well. Quite often we know each other too well. Family history and personal business is public knowledge. I'm the only unmarried person on the street. I'm sure I'll marry someday but for now I am happy to be a 33 year old that lives up the bachelor lifestyle. I'd say I'm a pretty good looking guy. I work hard at being healthy. I have to work at it since I sit at a desk all day in an office. I'm a lawyer. I work at a fairly prestigious regional firm. I have a personal office in town locally. The main office is in the city, where I spend part of my time as well. I make good bank. But I don't show it off around suburbia. 

It was late summer when Doug stopped by my house that Saturday Morning.

'Mark, are you still helping me in the yard today? That damn tree isn't going to take itself down.'

'Sure thing Doug. It's a real eyesore you know? It's brining down my damn property value,' I smiled. 'I'll be over in an hour if that works for you.'

'Perfect Mark. Mary will have some lunch for us around noon.'

Ahh Mary... Mary is Doug's wife. Doug & Mary were just over 40 and were ideal neighbors. Mary was easy on the eyes. I mean...I was a 33 year old bachelor and fantasized about putting her in lotsa positions. Age treated her well, despite having had a kid. She was a skinny dirty blonde and wore skimpy clothes around the house. I loved the petite frame and wouldn't turn down a chance to rail her. I'm cool with Doug, but if he turned his back I'd have no qualms with sticking it in Mary. I'm not really the most moral of characters.

It was noon when the eyesore was finally cleaned up and the yard was in good shape. Mary brought us sandwiches as promised. The three of us were catching up when their kid, Janie, pulled into the driveway. Janie was the only child belonging to Doug and Mary. Having been neighbors for five years I've seen Janie grow up. Today Janie graced us wearing an extremely short skirt and a lightweight white t-shirt. She was carrying a tennis racket.

"How was practice, honey," Doug inquired like a good father would.

"It was so hot today, and coach really worked us." 

"Mark, Janie is quite the tennis player. They've got high hopes for the team this year. And Janie is hoping she can even play when she goes to college next year."

"College," I inquired, "Janie you're going to college next year?"

"Well yeah Mark, it's what people do when they graduate high school," she grinned and threw a sarcastic eye roll at me.

"Janie, I didn't realize you were that old."

"Janie turned 18 right when school started," Mary chimed in. "She's all grown up."

Janie turned to go inside, "Well I need to shower. Enjoy lunch you three. And Mark, it was good seeing you. I never see you at home during the day. I think you're a workaholic."

Janie ran into the house leaving us three to eat. I watched her little skirt bounce up and down over her well toned and well tanned thighs. Something went off like a switch in my head when I heard that she was 18. I had never thought of her as sexy before because I guess I thought she was too young. She still looked young. But now that I knew she was 'legal' new thoughts entered my head. The new thoughts excited another part of my body.

Janie was a beauty. She was a touch over 5 feet tall. There could be no way the little thing weighed over 100lbs. She was the picture of perfection; blonde shoulder length hair, blue eyes, a fit & toned body, deeply tanned from the summer sun, and by my estimation; breasts that were no bigger than A-cups. My thoughts immediately went to a picture of her bouncing on my cock. 'With that little body I bet it would feel spectacular to split her open.'

As lunch concluded I thanked Mary & Doug and made my way home. I couldn't get the image of Janie's tight little ass scampering away from me in her tennis outfit out of my head. As soon as I entered my house I went to my home office. I usually leave work at work. So my home office is most often used for a favorite past time; internet porn. I immediately went to my favorite petite porn site. Then I had a better idea. I didn't need porn. I had a better image in my head; Janie. I leaned back in my chair, reached for the lotion, and wasted no time with the vision in my head. Thank you Janie.

That afternoon I spent my time readying the house for some friends to watch football. College football season was back and it would be a crime for the bachelors of my group of friends that were left to let a Saturday go without celebrating it.

After some steaks, beer, and a win the guys left. I didn't feel much like cleaning. I looked at the back porch and thought, 'fuck it' no one can see the mess but me. I had constructed my yard for maximum seclusion from neighbors so as to keep my late nights and loud friends from irritating my neighbors. I opened a beer and hopped into the hot tub. Another game was on TV and I sat watching the flat screen from my hot tub. 'This is the life', I thought. It was my own personal paradise. Janie again crossed my mind. Damn that girl is perfect. She had gotten me hard again with just a thought.

Minutes passed as I watched highlights from the day. A quiet rustling startled me from behind my bushes. I quickly sat up and looked to see what was happening. Did somebody open my gate? Next I heard a quiet voice.

"Mark, Mark are you out here?"

Holy shit! It was Janie. "Yeah Janie, I'm on the porch."

We made eye contact as she continued, 'Mark, I heard noises and it freaked me out while I was in my basement studying. Mind if I stay here until my mom and dad get home?"

Two weeks ago I would have made an excuse to get her to leave. But this time I happily obliged, "sure Janie. I'm watching football. Where's Doug & Mary?"

"They're out. I think they went to eat and knowing them they'll end up at a bar. They won't be home until at least 11. And it looks like you could use some help cleaning this place. My god you guys made a mess!"

She casually made her way around my patio tossing cans and paper plates into the trash while we talked. She wore a shirt that hugged her tight figure and a tiny pair of running shorts that allowed me to see the round of her ass I had fantasized about earlier that very day. At one point she bent over to pick up a can mid conversation between the TV and I that gave me a direct view my dick wasted no time in noticing. 'Was that deliberate', I thought? 'It had to be deliberate.' We talked about colleges she was considering and about neighbors. But really I was undressing her with my eyes and imaging what she looked like naked. 

"All done," Janie announced dusting her hands together.

"Thanks Janie. You're a doll."

"No problem, neighbor," she smiled and winked.

"Feel free to join me in here," I chanced inviting her into the hot tub. I wanted to see this 18 year old chick in a little two-piece worse than anything. I also thought there was no way she would join.

"You don't mind if I join? For Sure!"

Now in about one second a thousand thoughts crossed my mind. 'Holy crap she's actually getting in. Her dad would hate me. What does she look like in a swim suit? She's 'Legal' now. The neighbors can't see. Can I keep from blowing my load if she gets in?' 

I couldn't believe it. In mere minutes this little piece of ass would be next to me leaving even less to the imagination. I assumed she'd be running home to get suited up. Instead Janie again stood right between the TV and I as she abruptly lifted her shirt over her head, exposing a white sports bra holding her perky little tits. My eyes popped open. Before I could even process what had just happened, she reached at her waist and pulled down the shorts already barely covering her ass, revealing a tiny red thong covered in tiny white hearts. She moved to climb in the tub and all fantasies I had of her ass became a reality. The thong basically covered nothing in back. 'What a little butt this girl has.'

She noticed my shock and shot a devilish grin, "You don't mind, right? If I just wear this?"

"Janie, I'm happy for you to join wearing just that."

It was now clear this wasn't just two neighbors chatting over a football game.

"You know, I could tell you liked my tennis outfit earlier today."

"Was it obvious?"

"No, but a girl can tell these things."

"Well since you already know it, I'll just tell you that I also like the outfit you're wearing now."

"I hoped you would. It's barely an outfit, hehe."

The expression on her face went from a grin to one of inquisitiveness, "Mark, tell me, what were you thinking about this afternoon?"

"I'm sorry, when? I'm not following."

"When you went into your office right after you left my house?"

I was speechless, shocked, and kind of embarrassed. "Janie! What... How do you know that?"

"I went inside to shower and saw you in your office through the window. My bedroom is directly across from your office."

"Wow, so you saw me... strokin' it? Ahhh, I don't know what to say."

"You can tell me what you were thinking about. I have a feeling you were thinking about me. The other times I've watched you masturbate you're watching porn on your computer."

"Other times," I stammered. "Well I guess you've caught me Janie. I was pretty worked up. You're a pretty girl. You're just the type that gets my attention." I reached my arm out and put it behind her head on the top of the hot tub, not exactly pulling her toward me. This was starting to get fun. And like I mentioned, I didn't have any morals when it came to sex. 

Janie wasted no time scooting closer to me. As she moved over, her little body bounced in the tub and she reached out to steady herself. In the process she brushed my solid erection with her calf. Her eyes opened wide and looked at me. 

"Mark, I have a confession to make. I've watched you jerk it many times. I've seen what you watch. And most of those girls look like me. They're small. I thought all guys liked girls with huge boobs and big curvy butts. But you like these," as she raised her chest above the water still wearing her bra, drawing attention to her A-cup sized curves. This time I could see through the material and had a wonderful view of her perky nipples showing hard as two points under her bra. Quarter sized areolas were clearly visible. "Sometimes I like those rough ones you watch. I've seen you excited by girls being tied up, girls gagging all over a big dick, girls getting fucked in the ass."

"So let's back up. You've seen my cock...many times? And you kept coming back for more?"

With a hint of surprising bashfulness, 'Mark it's so big. I couldn't stop looking if I wanted. I've only seen one other in my life. It was a guy who was way smaller and funny enough he didn't even last long enough for me to get a real look or feel at it. I'm really inexperienced. Like, I've done almost nothing with a boy. I'm a virgin."

We were already too close to each other to avoid what happened next. We both leaned in closer and kissed each other. Her lips trembled slightly and she let out a heavy breath. I put my other arm on her firm waist and pulled her closer. She helped my motion and slid herself to a sitting position on my legs as I was reclined slightly in the water. 

"Mark, every time I caught you masturbating... well, I... I... I played with myself too. Looking at your cock in your hands got me so hot. I wanted it for myself."

I had both of my arms around her body's core. One hand was higher on the back of her bra and the other lower near the waist band of her g-string. With her last statement, Janie reached at my baggy swim suit and started rubbing my boner through the material. She was in a world that she had never experienced. I could see the nervousness, the curiosity, and the raw horniness in her eyes. She looked down at her hands, not at me or my eyes. That gave me a chance to gaze straight at the wet bra holding her tits from falling free. She sat on my legs rubbing my cock. I reached up in one motion with both arms and lifted her sports bra over her head. What I saw was the most magnificent pair of perky young titties I had ever laid eyes on. They were A-cups and I checked the bra to make sure. Each one was smaller than a handful with quarter-sized areolas and a tiny nipple that pointed slightly upward, emphasizing their perkiness. 

I followed the bra's removal, "Since you've already seen my naked body so many times, it only seems fair that I see yours."

"Oh yes Mark. I want you to see my body. I want you to look at me like you look at those girls online when I watched you." 

I reached at her slim waist and felt two bones, again letting me know how petite this doll on my lap was. I moved my hands up the side of her body and back down her stomach. Then finally I raised them to gently cover the firmest perkiest tits the world could have ever known. All the while, Janie was rubbing my cock through the swim suit. 

"Janie, I think it's time you get to see and hold my cock on your own." With that, I raised her from my lap. I reached at her g-string and with both hands I pulled them down over her legs. She was not expecting their removal and I could see the anxiousness in her eyes for a brief second when she didn't know what to do with her body. "You're beautiful, Janie," I said trying to ease her mind. 

"Well," she questioned as she looked at my still covered bulge.

I pulled the draw string to loosen my swim suit and Janie immediately pulled at them to get them off. She was a complete novice, pulling at both sides not knowing exactly how to make it happen. As she finally slid it down my legs, her eyes grew wide and she lost her breath one more time at the sight of my cock.

As she gazed, I noticed that her pussy was nearly completely shaved. There was a thin landing strip. I had to have my hands on her body. I took the opportunity to caress every inch of it from her feet to her neck, even touching her cheek. 

Janie sat atop my legs stroking my cock with two hands, once again. She was hypnotized playing with it. As I moved my hands over her feeling her fit little tennis player body I asked her if she had ever let anyone see her naked before. 

Quietly, "no, you're the first. And I like it this way."

Even her pussy was petite, matching the rest of her body. It was a little small slit in her wonderful figure nearly invisible as she leaned toward me. 

Janie asked "When will you... you know... when will you cum?"

"Don't worry about making that happen, Janie. It will happen. But you should enjoy yourself first." I picked up her naked body laid her next to me in the full recline position. I was going to enjoy every piece of her body before I let this end. I began kissing her neck and caressing sensitive areas of her legs. I played with her nipples, rolling them with my tongue. I moved one finger down to her 'never before touched' clitoris and gently ran two fingers over it and over top her pussy. She was way into it and had no idea how to let it happen. I had to cuddle her and show her that relaxing was the thing to do. She was breathing heavy from the first moment I started working her. I could feel where this was going. Slowly her breathing increased and she tightly closed her eyes. Three deep breaths in and out were followed by an uncontrollable 'AAAAHHHHH YESSSSSS' scream of ecstasy as she orgasmed for the first time at the touch of a man. I quickly covered her mouth with mine fearing a nosey neighbor might come to inspect. 

As Janie calmed down she looked down at my hand, still on her vagina. I was internally remarking that there's no way I could have sex with this girl without absolutely destroying her. I would have been cool with that, though. She was tight. I mean she was REAL tight. Through all of her orgasm I was only able to get one finger partially into her pussy. 

Janie finally spoke up, "No one has ever given me an orgasm before. Wow." 

All of this first time talk was making me hornier than I've ever felt. I was still rock hard, my cock lying erect over top Janie's stomach. She again held it and thought out loud, "I don't' think we can have sex tonight. You might kill me with this." To my dismay, I knew she was right. Fucking her would take a little more time and I knew we would have to be in a place with more seclusion, time, and most of all where she could scream. 

As she rubbed me I sat back up and she moved with me. "Mark, you like to watch doggy style..." Janie proceeded to stand my cock against my stomach and she sat on me, her back facing me, wedging my dick between her ass and my stomach. She proceeded to begin writhing up and down stroking my cock with her ass. What 'curve' her ass had was from fitness and I could feel two muscles move in her cheeks as she flexed each side in her movements. 'I'm a butt guy'. So this was my dream come true. The perkiest 18 year old girl I'd ever laid eyes on was trying to milk sperm from my cock using her ass cheeks. As she raised her ass I could catch a glimpse of her ass hole. I touched it with my finger during one of her movements like it was a little button. Her head jolted back at me shocked of where she was just touched, but smiled and kept working at it. 

There was one more thing I wanted from this girl before I was finished. 

"Janie," as I flipped her naked body around to face me, "I want you to suck me." I sat on the edge of the hot tub. She looked like a deer in head lights, albeit a hot naked one.

"I've never done that. I don't know what to do," she looked at me with a worried look on her face. It was almost as if she had done something wrong.

"It's ok, I know you haven't. I will tell you what to do. Open your mouth and make an 'O' with your lips." As she did I used my hand to pull her head toward my dick and it slipped into her mouth. I continued coaching her with words of encouragement as she bobbed up and down on it. "That's it Janie, change speeds a little bit. Go a little faster, then a little slower. Oh yeah, good girl. That's just right. You're doing it perfect. Oh yea. Use that tongue. The most sensitive part of my dick is right below the head. You don't have to go all the way down, just keep doing what you're doing, girl."

I sat admiring this beautiful innocent virgin face working as hard as she could at the end of my cock.

"Oh baby... Oh Janie," I quietly moaned.

"Janie don't stop. I'm gonna cum."

Janie's eyes popped open with a look of fear. 

I put my hand on the back of her head to make sure she continued. The feeling slowly built in my dick and I knew it was time. "Janie I'm Coming! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Janie's mouth took jet after jet of my semen. Still holding the back of her head, I didn't let her pull back and instructed her to keep going. "That's it, swallow it," I coached. 

She did her best to do as told, but did finally cough and gag at the same moment. As my orgasm subsided I pulled my dick from her mouth and raised her body back even with mine. Her eyes watered and she looked at me. Two lines of cum trailed from her mouth as she smiled at me. I took her left finger and brushed my cum back into her mouth.

"Thank You," she giggled back at me.

I admired her completely naked virgin body once more. I couldn't resist a quick smack of her ass. We kissed for a few minutes before separating. I stepped out of the hot tub with no idea where my shorts were. I just grabbed a towel and covered up. Janie jumped out and began to gather her clothes. I admired as she bent over to pick up each piece while wearing no panties. Although I was satisfied, I thought to myself that 'I really have to fuck this girl.'




The Neighborly Thing To Do



Janie put on her shirt and shorts opting to carry the bra and g-string back home. "When can I see you again," she asked winking at me.

"Depends," I said. "I'm in my office every night," I retorted as we both laughed at the response. 

"Thanks Mark," Janie said and went back out of my yard the way she came. 

Wearing just my towel I walked the trash can to the end of my driveway for trash pickup. Headlights turned onto the street and Doug & Mary pulled into their driveway. I waved across the yard. 

Doug spoke up, "I know you're living the bachelor life man, but is a towel the only thing you have clean?" We all laughed. They knew I was just out of the hot tub. But what they didn't know is that their sweet little college bound girl had lost my swim suit for me only minutes ago. I had a laugh of my own at that. 

As Mary walked in the house I could see where Janie gets her looks. She was an older version of Janie. Now, I wondered what Mary looked like naked.



The Neighborly Thing To Do Pt. 02



It had been almost two weeks since my encounter with Janie had happened. The incident didn't leave my mind. I'm a very horny guy. I usually need to get off at least one or two times a day. The vision I will forever have of Janie helped me often over those two weeks. We did catch glimpses of each other occasionally. We both knew better than to give any hints away about our secret. Hell, we both wanted it to happen again. Despite not having an encounter during those two weeks there was one time when I saw Janie coming home from a run. She glistened with perspiration and was short of breath. We made eye contact, I in my back yard and her walking to her family's back door. She paused and lifted her shirt along with her sports bra to give me about a 3 second glimpse of her perfectly perky titties. She stuck out her tongue, smiled, and then walked in the back door.

It was Thursday night of the second week when we next had a chance to talk. I was home from a long day and Janie showed up at the door on my back porch. She knocked a couple times and quickly let herself in. I was a little shocked to see her standing there but pleased, nonetheless. 

"Mark, Mark, Mark, I have some great news!"

"Hi, you're speaking a million miles an hour. What's going on?"

Fuck she was beautiful. Even in her school uniform without having fixed herself up I was awe struck. Her pretty smile, her flailing arms as she tried to talk to me, and especially that gap between her legs as she stood facing me with excitement all over her face, they all made my blood hot.

"Mark, my mom had some kind of work emergency pop up after she got home today. She has to go into the city for the night. She told me that she will be gone for the night. She said there's a chance she won't even be back until Saturday!"

"And your dad," I inquired with a nasty grin on my face because I knew exactly where she was going with this.

"Mark he's already in the city! He's been there all week! I think she might be going to meet him for some reason. I don't know. I don't really give a fuck. All I know is that she's leaving in less than an hour!"

I thought to myself, 'jackpot.' I'm going to have this girl to myself tonight. "Janie I think we both know that means you need to get your pretty little behind back over here as soon as you can when she leaves. What time does school start tomorrow?"

"Fuck School! I'm skipping tomorrow. Can you skip work?" 

Well it wasn't exactly skipping for me. I can do what I want and work my own hours. But she didn't understand that kind of thing yet. 

"I will make that happen Janie' I told her calm and collectedly. 'But until your mom leaves I think you need to get back home. We don't need her suspecting anything. My door is always open for you. Come back when you're free.' We had slowly been getting closer to each other in my kitchen. I reached at her waist and pulled her to me as we exchanged a passionate kiss. She was still new to a lot of this stuff and her tongue use was a bit awkward. But that didn't change my opinion of her. I can't believe it. I'm going to get this chick again tonight. The last time we couldn't go all of the way together. This time I had prepared and hoped we could make that happen. Janie ran back out of my door and toward her house just as fast as she arrived.

The city was about an hour and a half drive east of town. We lived in suburbia. The city was another demon in itself. I liked to live in suburbia. It is where I was from and most of my friends were here. But practicing law took me to the city quite often. I had been there Monday and Tuesday just this week. I keep a penthouse on the 25th floor of a building downtown. My house was fine for Suburbia but when I worked in the city I was expected to live up to certain standards. They are standards that would look pretentious to the people in my subdivision. Like I said, I do pretty well for myself. I've earned quite a bit of money in my young career. The firm made me a partner at a young age because of my connections. They're not the good kind of connections. It's the bad kind that brings dollars to the firm. In fact, they're the worst kind of connections. In college I got to know two brothers in my fraternity. We had a lot of fun times together and the three of us did crazy shit. The three of us also did crazy girls, too. I later discovered that these guys are from a family of organized crime. I was let in on the secret. They don't let just anybody in on the secret. There was a reason that I was in. During my last year of law school I got a call late one night. They were in jail. They didn't know who to call and realized I was the only person outside of their family that they trusted. I'll spare the details for now; the point of the story is that I now represent their family often and provide 'consulting services.' The 'Consulting' is usually legal advice on how to get away with whatever plan they have in the works and to keep their asses out of jail. 

Moral depravity: It's a thing I think about often. My thoughts are generally impure. I represent criminals who deserve to be behind bars. But I make sure they stay out. They line my pockets with cash. I've also fucked many women. I lead them on with no intention of giving them what they want. Most want money but some of them want a future. Fuck them. I hadn't had a real girlfriend in at least 6 months at this point. This life is of course how I live when I'm in the city. Home in suburbia I live how my family taught me. No one in town has a clue what I do in the city. Locally I fix friends' parking tickets and advise on simple matters like prenups. Well that's how I used to live until I discovered Janie. Now Suburbia has met the morally depraved Mark that has completely impure plans for her. 

A little over an hour later I heard my doorbell ring followed by some frantic knocking. Why would Janie use the front door? Why would she knock? She should just go to the back door. I made my way to the door expecting a dolled up Janie with her usual smile. It was not Janie at my door. Instead it was Mary, Janie's mom. And she did not have a smile on her face.

"Mark, I'm so sorry to disturb you so late on a Thursday night. But an emergency has popped up. I have to go into the city. Janie has refused to stay at her cousin's house and I can't blame her. She's 18 now and wants to stay home by herself."

I wasn't really listening very much to what she had to say. She was made up nicely. She was clearly heading to a meeting where she intended to impress somebody. In typical Mary fashion, she was wearing a tight shirt. It buttoned up and when she moved the fabric between the buttons folded out and let me see the bare soft skin of her chest. I had a full view of her rounded right boob covered by a thin bra. Her nipple outline was clearly visible. Her legs have the same sexy as fuck gap that Janie has. Really they look quite similar except that Mary has about 20 years on her daughter and has naturally darker skin.

"I don't blame Janie for wanting to stay home. Legally she is an adult now, you know." I said this with a devilish laugh internally. Her mom has no idea how adult her daughter has become. 

"Mark will you just keep an open eye on the place while I'm gone? Will you make sure there are no other cars in the driveway? I told her no friends over. Ann is fine but no others. She's a little Asian girl so you'll know her if you see her." 

"Of course Mary, you can always count on me. What are neighbors for, after all?" My internal dialogue was saying so many things that weren't actually coming out of my mouth. 

"Mary, when are you going to be back?"

"Who knows, Mark? Fucking Doug has really fucked up some shit this time. I want to be home tomorrow, but I have a feeling it will be Saturday."

"Doug fucked up shit," I questioned. This piqued my interest. "Is he ok, Mary? Do you need any help?" 

"I can't go into it all right now Mark. That shithead and I haven't always seen eye to eye on things and I think he has had some secret business behind my back. I can't say more now. Just ... I want to thank you for keeping an eye on the house. It's so refreshing to have a trusting neighbor. I'm very thankful you'll keep an eye on things. Janie is a good girl. I just don't want to invite trouble to our house. I'll let you know more this weekend."

"Well OK Mary, drive safe. You need to get there in one piece."

"Thanks Mark. Bye for now."

Moral depravity: My plans just keep getting better. Janie will be here soon. I went to my room to change into something a little sexier. I decided not to overdo it. I know I can look good in a v-neck t-shirt and jeans. So I went with that and I didn't shave so as to look a little rugged. 

Fifteen minutes after the exit of Mary, I heard a quick knock at my back door followed by the door swinging open. In bounced Janie. She was stunning. She wore a black cocktail dress. The dress covered barely a thing past her firm ass. 'The gap' was widely visible and immediately hardened my cock. She had in tiny ear rings and clearly took the time to look sexy for our night. Not a curve on her body was left to my imagination.

'Do you like,' she inquired with a wry smile and eagerness in her voice. She made a couple quick poses giving me a look at every curve. 

'Wow I like very much. You're a beautiful little doll.'

'I love it so much when you say things like that to me. Everyone acts like huge tits and a bubble butt are the only things guys want in a girl.'

'You're stunning. In my wildest dream I didn't think you would show up dressed like this tonight.'

'Mark can I see your house? I know your back porch and hot tub pretty well and I've seen your office from afar many times,' she giggled at the inside joke.

"Of course you can. The main level is pretty standard. It's my kitchen, dining room, foyer, and a spare room. My office is there just down the hall. I think you know what's in there. The basement is more of a place to show off."

I escorted this beautiful woman down my stairs and gave her the tour of my sports cave where I watch everything on the biggest flat screen she had ever laid eyes on. 

"Care for a drink, Janie? I have a few beers on tap and a few different bottles of wine."

"I drink wine when I'm out with my friends. I'd love a glass of something white."

I poured her a glass and did everything to make the situation very classy for her. At her age she had never had anybody treat her to such a 'high class' affair. We played a game of pool as she casually showed off her ass every time she took a shot. I couldn't help but give her a nice little smack on it a few times. Our flirtation was growing and a couple times we stopped everything for a quick make out session. I couldn't stop running my hands over her back and over her smooth dress wrapping her ass. I pulled back from making out and told her there was one more place we needed to see on the tour. I ushered her up two flights of stairs and into my master bedroom. Her eyes opened wide as she ran to check out the master bath complete with a dual shower heads and bath tub so large it could fit four. She even wanted to check out my closet. I've heard women really dig huge walk in closets. She turned at me still smiling and turned her gaze to my bed. 

'It's a king size, Janie. The way you're looking at it I'd guess you want to jump on it. Be careful, b/c that's how a monkey like you will break her arm.' Yes I made a real bad joke. She rolled her eyes and laughed at me. We moved closer and began kissing again. It was night now and the lighting wasn't right. I picked her up and set her butt down on the edge of my bed. I kissed her and told her to sit. I walked to the door shut it, locked it, and turned off the lights. There was a lighter on the night stand I used to light six strategically placed candles around my room. Janie was giddy. I could see her busting with excitement. Truth is that I was too. I finally made my way back to her where she was shaking in anticipation. We kissed again for a few minutes. I let my hands run to her thighs and I lift up and off her cocktail dress.

"I've waited so long for you to take that off of me, Mark." She wore a sleek black g-string with a matching bra covering almost nothing. I took time to notice her. Her little body was that of a tight gymnast. Now it was her turn. As I stood by her on the bed she lifted off my shirt to kiss my neck, then shoulders, and stomach. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my feet. I had nothing on but boxer briefs. I could tell it excited her. Now I took my turn to pick her up once more and in a gentler manner sit her in the center of my king sized bed. I began with my tongue on her neck. I took my time and worked over her small A-cup cleavage left by the bra to her tight stomach. I was positioned between her legs as she breathed deeply. I took turns on each leg licking and kissing them moving closer to her beautiful pussy covered only by a thin layer of material. I kissed it through the material causing her a sudden release and sigh. My next move was to reach with both hands and remove her g-string pulling it off of her legs, in turn causing her to lay all the way back flat onto a pillow. 

With her pussy in front of me I softly kissed it. I didn't eat her last time and I knew this was something that was again, completely new to her. She was almost fully shaved, aside from a thin landing strip that ran vertically above her pussy. Ever so slowly I kissed the pink lips of her pussy. It was truly amazing how her pussy matched the rest of her body. It was a tiny slit as tight as the rest of her body. I continued kissing until I slipped my tongue on her clitoris. She moaned in ecstasy. I slowly licked her up and down picking up the pace as I also touched her with a finger. It didn't take very long and I could feel her near an orgasm. Janie's back was arching up and down with each stroke of my tongue. I wanted this beautiful specimen to have the best orgasm that the world can give. I worked at her clit and managed one finger fully into her previously untouched opening. She bucked at my face once. There was no noise. Was she trying to hold back? My answer was soon to come. Janie flinched quickly, followed by a jolt of her body from her vagina to every extremity. Next came the screaming. 

"OH, Fuck! Oh, Mark! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes! OOOOHHHHHH!"

The last time when we were outside I had to cover her mouth with mine but this time I wanted to hear her. She grew in intensity and must have orgasmed for a minute. I kept my tongue on her clit the entire time and finally could tell her body had become limp. Kissing her vagina one more time I moved next to her on the bed and pulled a thin sheet over our bodies. As I looked at her I noticed her bra still remained on her body. That needed to change. I reached under her and with the skill of a marksman unsnapped the thin fabric and pulled it from her arms. Eyes still closed she moved her arms up to let me remove her last garment. Now this was the fucking complete package. It was my perfect dream woman come true. The tiny tight body of Janie lay in the center of my bed as she began breathing normally again. I adored her tiny pink nipples. 

'Janie! Oh hell yes. I had no idea you had such sexy tan lines."

"Looking at my body in the near dark outside didn't let you see it close enough huh? Tell me Mark, do you like my titties?"

"Janie, your titties, your whole body, is unbelievable. You didn't know about my thing for tan lines either. Your perfect young body is tight, tan, and fit. And your perky little titties are white and untouched by the sun. You have small pink nipples and I can't keep myself from them."

"And until you they were untouched by a man, hehehe."

"That was fucking awesome...fucking crazy...fucking crazy awesome. Oh Mark, I've never felt like that. You made me cum forever." Energy began to show in her body once more. The naked beauty leaned up to kiss my lips. Then down she went to remove my boxer briefs. I was so ready at this moment for some attention from her. She sat up and as I had done to her, she tried to make me lay back, my head on the pillow. I obliged because she was already touching me. I could tell she wanted to work harder. She put herself between my legs and began making long licking strokes from the base of my cock toward the head. She remembered the part I told her was sensitive. She stopped there each time and played with it in her lips. After a couple minutes of this she took my dick into her mouth as I had taught her previously. It was spectacular. She was still no pro at the art of a blow job. But I could tell she was working at it and wanted to learn quickly. And I must admit that she was a fast learner. Her blow job was amazing and I could have probably cum from it in short time. As much as I wanted to shoot loads down her throat again and watch her cough and spit, I had a bigger goal tonight. I touched her soft cheek as she looked up to me and smiled with my cock touching her chin. 

'Janie,' I said as I reached for her shoulders, 'come closer. I want to feel all of you. It's time. I felt you very well with my mouth and I know you can handle it if you want to.'

'Mark I want to. It's all I've been thinking about. I'm ready to try it. Well I'm ready to try it only with you. I know you'll make it ok. You always do.'

With that she lay next to me. I had some gel on my night stand to make it easier. I explained to her what it was as I rubbed it on her pussy. 'Oh wow,' she remarked, 'it's making me tingly.'

After minutes of rubbing her, and she seemed to be on her way to yet another orgasm, I moved over top of her. She smiled and closed her eyes. 'No, Janie,' I instructed, 'look at me. Look into my eyes. I want to stay connected with you as we begin. My cock was rock hard. She could feel it at her entrance. Truthfully, I had no idea how this thing was going to fit in there. I just knew that we were going to make it happen. I started ever so gently. I touched her clit with my head and ran it from the top of her pussy to the bottom. She squirmed in enjoyment and anticipation. Then I began to actually insert the head into her waiting pussy. Our eyes kept full contact. She did feel some pain. But with our eyes we communicated and I slowed to make her feel better. This was a very slow process. It took minutes but half of my fully erect dick was now inside of Janie. It was certainly causing her an amount of pain but I could see the pleasure in her eyes. With her hips she urged me further. After another minute I stopped movement and whispered to her ear that 'I'm all the way in Janie.' 

'She looked to me and said something that was both a question and a statement, 'I'm not a virgin anymore,' with a smile on her face. 

This very slow pace continued. I really feared that I would destroy her if we attempted sex. This was proof that I would not. We still could not move very much faster. If I tried I could see discomfort in her eyes. I decided that I would end this as quickly as possible for her now. I looked at this beauty. From her pretty little ear rings to her tiny arms wrapped around my neck. I looked down at her stomach where every muscle seemed tensed to the maximum. Her legs were partially wrapped around my body and I again thought of her gap. I was right in the middle of her gap at that moment. The thought provided everything I needed to begin working my way to orgasm. I kissed her lips and neck and ever so carefully picked up the pace. Her vagina gripped my dick like a clamp. I could feel every breath she took as a pulse radiating to my body. I was very close now.

"Janie, I'm close to cumming."

"I want your cum Mark. Cum in my virgin pussy," she whispered into my ear.

A few more thrusts and I couldn't hold back and lost myself. "Aaahhh aahh ah yes baby, yes baby, Ohhhhh." I exploded deeply into this virgin laying in my arms. She took every thrust like a champ. I probably shot a gallon on sperm into her tummy. She could soon tell that I began to shrink back to size and I withdrew from her walls. We lay without words for minutes. She simply laid her head on my chest and we breathed together. 




The Neighborly Thing To Do Pt. 02



'I can feel everything draining from my pussy,' she spoke up after minutes of deep breathing. 

After some time Janie went into my bathroom and I followed. We showered together to clean up. She put on her underwear and I my boxer briefs. She slept topless in my arms for the remainder of the night.

Before we slept, she innocently asked, "Mark, is there any chance I can get pregnant from that?" 

'Don't worry my dear. That doesn't happen very often and we're fine. Very soon we'll get you to take birth control and we won't ever think of that again.' I lied to her. Hell if I knew she could get pregnant at that time. I know the odds of pregnancy aren't usually good. I completely rolled the dice. Was I seriously supposed to take this perfect girl's virginity with a condom?

We woke around 8:30. 'Oops, I'm late for school,' Janie laughed. 'I don't skip too often. This is awesome.' We lay together for much of the morning with the TV on in my bedroom. I closed the blinds to the sunny day so that we could enjoy our time together longer. She admitted that she was very sore, but followed that by saying, 'thank you Mark. I'm so happy that I found a person to be my first and that it is you.' 

Janie looked over to her cell phone on the night stand. There were 10 missed calls. All of them were from her mother. 'Shit mom called 10 times! There's three messages...Oh crap Mark she's on her way home today instead of Saturday. It sounds like she won't be home until late afternoon. And my god is she frantic.' 

There went my thoughts of banging Janie today in the house that her mother had asked I watch over.

We moved to eat lunch. The poor thing was in some amount of pain from her first time. She tried not to show it. I had her sit in my sports cave and we watched a movie. I brought her lunch and we just sat together until 3 or so. Then it was time for her to leave so as not to get caught by her mom. 

The night was spectacular. And that girl was spectacular.



The Neighborly Thing to Do



Slowly, Jillian became reoriented to time and place. Being held in his arms in the after math of an incredible orgasm was bliss. He felt her arms slip around his waste as she raised her face to his. She smiled sweetly, her face flushed, her eyes danced. David kissed her once again. Their kiss was soft and gentle, at first, then, Jillian slipped her hand to David's shaft. She explored it with her fingers and the palm of her hand without rhythm, seemingly without a plan. Her hand found his balls, soft to the touch, yet damp with the sweat of desire. David moaned at her touch. 

"It is your turn to lie down, David, " Jillian said in a husky voice. 

Her eyes glinted with mirth and something else. David nodded, slowly. Jillian unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. She rose to allow him room to make his way fully into the chaise lounge and admired his firm body, lying in the dim light of dusk. 

Jillian leaned forward and kissed David, her breasts flush against his chest. She left a trail of light kisses along his jaw line and neck. Her mouth moved to his chest, lapping the sweat from the salt and pepper tendrils of hair, dancing over an erect nipple. She grasped his cock firmly and began stroking. Her mouth found one nipple and then the other. Her journey continued, a voyage of kisses across his abdomen. While her tongue darted in and out of his navel, her breasts brushed against his rigid cock. She moved her mouth over his pelvis to his groin. She kissed him with an open mouth, moving around his shaft. 

David could feel her hair moving against his cock and hips. She continued pumping and listening to his groans. His musky male scent pervaded her nostrils as her mouth found his sac. Initially, she kissed him. Her mouth open, she gently pulled tufts of flesh in her mouth as her face moved over his balls. She began lapping at them with her tongue, and lifted the sac with one hand as she lunged her face to the base of his balls. Her tongue darted out and pressed hard against the spot that she knew would bring pleasure. She moved her mouth against it and attempted to suck on it as her tongue continued to move over it. 

David pressed his body against her face, moaning her name, over and again, the muscles in his abdomen, legs and groin becoming taut with tension. Jillian could feel her own arousal, the tingling of her pussy and the moisture dripping along her thigh as she continued to pleasure David. Jillian move her mouth over the sac, once again. This time, upon feeling the hard sphere of his testicle, she took it in her mouth, eagerly tasting, tugging with her lips and licking. She moved to the second testicle and did the same. 

"Oh, God, Jillian, " David groaned. 

Jillian's head moved slightly, allowing her tongue to press against the base of his cock. Slowly, she fluttered her tongue over the underside of his shaft from base to tip. Her tongue darted to his helmet and swept the pre cum that glistened, waiting for her. She paused a moment to savor the taste. 

She looked up at David, her eyes intense with passion, his overcome by sensation. Their gaze locked as Jillian lowered her mouth onto to David's shaft. She applied pressure with her mouth, sucking hard as she took his length in her mouth and slowly withdrawing. Again, she took him in her mouth, her hand caressing his sac, and again, she took his throbbing cock in her mouth. This time, she paused, her mouth full, her tongue swirling over and around his cock. She withdrew. 

His hand found her head and pressed her gently down. Understanding the cue, she began fucking him with her mouth, taking him in and releasing, savoring the taste and aroma of him. Her hips shuddered slightly with arousal as she continued. David watched her head bobbing at his waist and shuddered with pleasure, pleasure that was all consuming. Jillian reached between her own legs and began stroking her clit as her mouth worked David's manhood. She moaned around him, her hips taking on the rhythm of her mouth. David could feel his balls tighten and his cock threatening to explode. 

David put both his hands to her head and said, "Stop, please. This isn't how I want to cum for you." Jillian released his cock and smiled coyly. 

She lifted herself to her knees, her fingers still working her pussy. Her silhouette in the dusky sky made David gasp. Carefully, she placed a knee at each side of his waist, his throbbing erection brushing against her fleshy thighs. Her hand found his cock. She separated her labia with the tip of his member and rubbed it the length of her pussy. She moaned with delight as it crossed over her clit. She slid his cock to her opening and gently guided him inside her. She settled her weight upon him until his shaft was fully encased by her warmth. She flexed the muscles of her vaginal walls against him and he moaned. Her own actions caused her to tremble. 

The playing was nearly over, she needed raw fucking. Slowly, she lifted herself from him and pressed herself onto him. She began rocking against him, taking his cock inside her and releasing it. Her breasts swaying with the motion while his hips moved against her. Her clit was responding to the friction of his pelvis against it and she moaned louder. She lifted her hips from him and began fucking him. Her back was arched as she repeatedly impaled herself upon his hardness. 

David took her breasts in his hands and began squeezing them erratically. His need outweighed any sense of finesse. He needed her flesh, needed her body, needed her climax. Jillian's hips slammed against David as she felt the impending climax approach. Her head lolled on her shoulders as if she were dancing a forbidden dance. 

"Oh, God! "Oh, David!" she exclaimed over and over. Her pussy began tightening around his shaft and his hips rose against her with each plunge. 

David's hands slipped to her waist and guided her body as she fucked him wantonly. He felt the pressure building from deep within, the threat of explosion. His cock pulsed with urgency and his entire body was becoming tense. 

"Jillian, now! Cum with me, now!" Immediately, Jillian's body thrashed atop David's as she spilled her fresh sweetness upon his cock and hips. Her body responded to wave after wave of her climax. David made a several thrusts deep inside her as he exploded, leaving his seed inside her, allowing her body to milk his, steal his energy, accept his passion for her own. His shouts penetrated her consciousness, her body exploding once more, with him. 

"Oh, David!" she shouted as her body burst forth upon him, one final time. Jillian knelt for a moment, her limbs shaking as she swept her hair back from her face. 

Slowly, she leaned forward laying her head against David's chest. She listened to the pounding of his heart as he caressed her back and kissed the top of her head. They lay there for several minutes, she with her eyes closed, enjoying the closeness, he watching the sun fully set and thinking what a wonderful day this had become.