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Rachel and Jim moved in across the street from us about six months ago and for the first several months we never saw them or even knew who they were. We only knew we had new neighbors.
As warmer weather blossomed and all of us started to do more yardwork and plant flowers in our flower beds, the inevitable happened. It would be weeks before I’d meet Jim, but my introduction to Rachel was something totally unexpected.
I was checking the mail at my curbside mailbox when I noticed her. She was very petite. She sported a short flower-print sundress and had her long black hair tied back in a ponytail. At first, I thought she was a teenager, but I soon learned she was blessed with charmingly good looks and a very nice package that would have turned any man’s head in her direction.
When I first saw Rachel, she was bent over at the waist, a spade in one hand and flower bulbs in her other gloved hand. She was practically showing me everything she had, pink panties and all. I dropped several pieces of mail, which caught her attention.
She straightened up, turned and looked in my direction, proffering a smile and a wave of the spade. I waved back.
The next afternoon, I stepped out on my porch and took up a seat. A few minutes later and Rachel wondered out of her house, sporting the very same flower-print sundress, her hair tied back and carrying a bucket of flower bulbs. I watched as she bent forward, once again, totally oblivious to my presence, and dug her spade into the soil. She shoved a flower bulb into the spade-created hole and then pushed the dirt down with her gloved hand. She repeated this process about five more times before taking a break. She wiped a wisp of her hair from across her forehead with a swipe of her arm. She looked around and then glanced across the street in my direction. I waved, and she waved back.
I started down my sidewalk to check the mail box. Rachel made her way out to the street and across it in my direction.
She daintily introduced herself, as she extended her hand in my direction. I politely introduced myself as I took her hand into mine.
“I see you’re doing some plantings,” I noted, as I focused on her beautiful green eyes.
“Trying to,” she replied. “I’m not much of a gardener.”
I was immediately attracted to her graceful charm.
“So where are you from?” I nonchalantly inquired.
“Oklahoma City,” she replied.
“Cool place,” I replied, noting that I had been to Oklahoma City for business purposes. She asked what I did for a living and I told her I was a talent scout for an executive search firm.
“I used to market for a employment agency,” she replied, saying that she had been looking for work ever since her and her husband Jim has relocated. I quickly ascertained that her husband was a sale executive for a large retail company – which meant he had to travel a lot.
“It’s gets old, his traveling,” Rachel complained, “I should be used to it by now, but I’m not.”
“Jim was supposed to do these plantings,” she commented, “but his travel schedule wouldn’t allow for it, so I’m trying to fill in.”
I told her that it looked like she was doing a good job, from my perspective.
“I’ve got a couple of bags of top soil I need to add to the flower beds,” Rachel remarked. She stayed quiet for a second, then hesitatingly asked if I could help tote the bags from her garage to the front of the house. Of course, I was more than willing to help a beautiful young lady such as her.
“I don’t have anything to pay you, but can offer you a glass of tea,” she added as I followed her towards her garage.
“Tea sounds good,” I replied.
I toted each bag of top soil around to her front yard as she disappeared into her small house. Just as I sat the second bag of top soil down, she emerged from the house with two glasses of iced tea, one of which I quickly downed.
“Do you need some help spreading the top soil?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied.
I ripped open one of the bags and dumped it into the flower bed as she stood by and watched. I then emptied out the contents of the second bag. Rachel dropped to her knees and began using her hands to spread the top soil out as I stood and watched. Her sundress was extremely short. I had another very good view of her very cute ass.
She cocked her head and looked back at me.
“How does it look?” she asked.
I had to smile.
“It looks good to me,” I replied.
Suddenly, Rachel turned about four shades of red, as she realized her compromising position.
“I was talking about the top soil,” she remarked, as she quickly stood up, brushing the dirt from off her knees.
“That looks good as well,” I replied.
Rachel placed her hands on her hips, and then bit down on the knuckle of one of her hands, as surveyed her handiwork. Then she looked at me and smiled.
“I appreciate your help,” she remarked.
“It was my pleasure,” I replied.
The moment was an awkward one. I had been caught admiring her posterior. I thought for sure she was going to call me out on it, but she didn’t. Instead, she asked if I wanted to come in and get a second glass of iced tea.
I followed Rachel into her house, through her living room and to the kitchen. She motioned for me to take a seat at the dinette in the kitchen nook. I took a seat and watched as she filled the glasses with ice and poured the tea.
She handed me the glass and I quickly downed about half of it as she took up a seat next to where I sat. Rachel brushed an errant whisp of hair back from her face as she looked at me.
“Are you married?” she asked.
“Yes,” I told her. “Ten years.”
Rachel nervously fingered the errant strand of hair as we talked. She stayed quit for a second then bluntly asked me, “Have you ever had an affair?”
“No,” I replied. “Why?”
“I noticed you took quite an interest in my backside,” Rachel remarked.
I could not deny my admiration or my faux pas. Rachel was undeniably attractive and very sexy. Her provocativeness only heightened my curiosity. I smiled, allowing a few seconds to pass.
“You do have a very cute ass,” I replied, taking another sip of iced tea.
“I need to lose a few pounds,” Rachel remarked, “Work out a little more.”
“You look okay to me,” I replied.
“Thanks,” Rachel replied. “Time is catching up to me. I had a much firmer body when I was in college.”
“Turned a few heads,” I quickly shot back.
“Yes, I did,” Rachel replied.
“You’ve still got it,” I told her.
Rachel took a sip from her tea glass. We had reached an awkward point in the conversation.
“So, let me ask you a question,” I said. Rachel looked in my direction, her head cocked slightly, waiting for the question.
“Have you ever cheated on Jim?” I asked.
“No,” Rachel quickly replied.
“Would you?” I shot back.
“I don’t know,” Rachel replied, after pondering the question for a moment, again fingering her errant strand of hair. “I’d like to think I wouldn’t, but there are times when I am so desperate for attention, so in need for someone to just scoop me up, take me away- I miss the spontaneous passion our marriage used to have.”
I totally understood how she felt.
“I’d never leave Jim,” Rachel disclosed, “but if a guy were to offer me the gift of sudden passion with no strings attached, I’d probably melt.”
I took a final sip from the iced tea Rachel had provided to me. I slipped over to the kitchen sink and placed the empty tea glass in the sink, then silently stepped behind her, gently placing a hand on each of her soft shoulders.
Rachel looked up at me as I looked down into her lovely green eyes. I silently slipped my fingers past the edges of the broad straps of her sundress and gently caressed her shoulders.
Rachel lowered her chin and hummed.
“Oh,” she murmured softly as I gently massaged her shoulders. “I could get used to this.”
I pushed the straps of her sundress off from her shoulders. Rachel pulled her pony-tailed-tied hair over her left shoulder, and hummed again.
“All that gardening has your muscles tensed up,” I noted as I pushed my hands on to her biceps.
Rachel reached behind her head and pulled on the head-band that held her hair in a pony tail, releasing it. She pulled her hair over her left shoulder as she continued to hum her approval.
“I give great back rubs,” I teased. I wasn’t for sure if she would take the bait.
“A back rub would be great,” Rachel quickly replied. Before I could say that I was only teasing, Rachel grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the living room, only she didn’t stop. She pulled me straight into her bedroom. She stopped just short of the bed and silently unzipped the back of her sundress, allowing to fall to her sandaled feet.
Clad only in her pink panties, she crawled on to the bed and lay on her stomach. I slipped out of my slip on loafers.
“Show me what you can do,” Rachel beckoned from the bed, her head cradled into the folds of her arms.
I slipped on to the bed, straddling her long and very lovely legs. I pressed my hands into the small of her back, as she pulled her long black hair over her shoulder. She took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled as I pushed my hands up her spine and to her shoulder blades and her neck. I repeated this process several times, and each time she made a simple low murmur or deep breath.
“You know,” I remarked, “If your husband were to walk in right now, this might not look so innocent.”
“Screw it,” Rachel replied. “If my husband were to walk in right now, I’d tell him he was a little bit late.”
I shifted my weight so that I was a little lower on her legs, enabling me to focus my attention on her lower back and gluts. I was careful to not do anything untoward or unwanted. I gently worked my fingers on to her buttocks, pressing down with the palms of my hands on her tailbone.
It became very evident at that point that Rachel was getting a little turned on. The musty aroma of sexual arousal began to fill the room. Still, I was very careful to not go beyond the boundaries of decency. I worked my hands and fingers down to the back of her legs. I shifted so that I was only astraddle on of her legs. I gently pushed them apart, as I worked my fingers along the inside of her thighs. Rachel’s breathing became more laborious and intense. Her panties were clearly wet and clung to her body. I took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Rachel cocked her head to one side.
“I’d feel a lot better if you took off my panties,” Rachel whispered.
Without saying a word, I looped a finger under the waist band of her nylon panties and pulled them downward as she arched her back and raised her buttocks. I slipped her panties down her long well-toned legs and then past her ankles. I also slipped off her sandals in the process.
Rachel parted her legs, unabashedly giving me a perfect view of her shaved kitty. She took in another deep breath and then exhaled.
‘You make me feel so very, very good,” Rachel remarked.
“I’m happy to oblige,” I replied.
Rachel peered back at me and smiled.
“You’re more than welcome to get more comfortable,” she beckoned.
“I’m fine,” I replied.
“I’m not,” Rachel retorted. “I don’t like being naked all by myself.”
“If I strip,” I replied, “It would be a new ball game.”
Rachel chuckled.
“We started the game ten minutes ago, you just didn’t realize it.”
I laughed.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I asked.
Rachel quickly flipped on to her side, flipping her hair back over her shoulder.
“Maybe,” she replied. “Tell me you don’t like what you see.”
I couldn’t deny the feelings. I stripped out of my polo shirt and unbuckled my belt as Rachel untangled herself from my legs. Her breasts called out to be touched.
I took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled.
“You are so damn sexy,” I remarked. “How could anyone not want what you have to offer?”
“Well,” Rachel replied, “I think you’re pretty damn sexy yourself. Show me what you’ve got!”
I arched my back and slid off my trousers. There was no hiding the obvious attraction at this point. Rachel bit down on her lower lip and pulled herself in closer to where I sat on the bed, her eyes darting between my own and my crotch.
I fell back on the bed, on my back, as Rachel pushed her way between my legs, her long black hair framing a determined look.
Her hand found its way on to my crotch.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed, as she felt my erection through the cotton fabric of my jockey shorts. She pulled on the elastic waist band and my eight-inch steel rod sprang free. I arched my buttocks off the bed and Rachel stripped me of the last piece of cloth that I had on.
“I like it,” Rachel exclaimed, as she worked her fingers around the thickness of my cock. Precum leaked from the very tip of my manhood. Rachel leaned forward and placed her pouty lips right on the tip end of my manhood, sucking up the precum. She looked up at me.
“Can I?” she asked.
I wasn’t going to say no.
Rachel slipped her mouth over the entire end of my cock, then encircled it with her devilish tongue. She pressed right on the correct spot at the base of the head of my cock where my foreskin started its natural fold. I damn near lost it. I think she knew it and quickly shifted to the base of my stick and my testicles.
For the next ten minutes, she drove me crazy, toying with me, working on my manhood, driving to the very toe-curling edge, then pulling back. I managed to reposition myself so I could get a closer look at her womanhood. I gently probed the outer limits of her vagina, working my way to her hooded labia. I gently pushed two fingers on to it and she shuddered.
“Oh my God!” Rachel exclaimed. “If you do that again, I’ll lose it big time!”
‘Do you have a condom?” I asked.
“No,” Rachel replied. “Besides, I am on the pill.”
Her declaration was good enough for me.
“Do you prefer top or bottom?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter to me,” she replied. “Just put it on me!”
“Get on top,” I instructed. “I want to see your lovely face.”
“Oh please,” Rachel replied.
“Get on top,” I repeated.
Rachel straddled me, one hand on my chest and the other on my manhood, as she lowered herself on to me, placing my manhood right at the entry to her gilded honey pot. She grimaced slightly as she lowered herself on to my pole. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my tool, then releasing.
I held on to her hips as she settled down on to my tool until our pubic bones had met. Rachel clasped her hands together, interlacing her fingers, and bringing them up to her closed mouth.
“Oh my God!” she extorted.
“Work it,” I instructed, gently pushing on one side of her hip as I pulled on the other side.
Rachel gently rocked forward, and then leaned backwards, my eight-inch steel rod buried deep inside of her. Her ricking motion became faster and more intense, until she was rocking so fast that even I couldn’t control her. She planted both of her hands on to my chest and tossed her head back, her hair flaring, her mouth agape, as she gasped for a breath.
“Oh... My... God!” Rachel exclaimed again. She suddenly stopped and beat her clinched fists together, shaking and trembling.
“Oh! God!” she exclaimed. She lowered her head, her fists still clinched, and leaned forward, looking down at me, her eyes wide open, her mouth open. She gasped for a breath.
“I can’t stop!” she exclaimed, as her entire body twitched.
I could only smile. I took her clinched fists and held on to them, as she lowered her head and closed her eyes, still shaking and trembling.
“Get on your back,” I instructed. Rachel quickly repositioned herself on to her back, her legs spread and ready for my approach. I hovered over her, looking down at her, the head of my cock tapping the outside of her vagina. Rachel quickly took control and guided my tool into her wet pussy. Her eyes widened as I settled in, my pubic bone crashing into hers.
I pressed my lips to hers, gently at first. She quickly thrust her tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t hold back. My thighs quivered. I shot my load deep inside of her as she dug her fingertips into my shoulders. She let out a deep-throated moan as I filled her pussy with my semen.
We laid there for the longest time, kissing. Nature began to take it course and I slipped out of her and on to my back. Rachel quickly turned on to her side, tossing a leg over me and resting her head on my shoulder.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” she replied, slipping her hand on to my bare chest. “You’re good.”
“You too,” I replied.
She slipped her hand down to my withering manhood and lightly fingered it.
“I’m a one-shot guy,” I remarked as she toyed with my tool.
“That’s okay, babe,” said Rachel. “We can work on it.”
“We’re in dangerous territory,” I replied.
“That’s fine with me,” Rachel shot back, “I’ve got a feeling... I’m in good company.”
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