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So there I was, dick in hand, whacking off to a porn slut who was getting herself railed in the ass by a long, thick cock. My wife was at work, I had the day off, and I was enjoying the peace and quiet with a beer in one hand and my lengthening shaft in the other. God, her ass was tight yet full and she moaned with every jab from his pecker. The film cut to her front and she was actually drooling through her clenched teeth, her blonde, sweaty hair masking half her make-up smeared face. I began pumping my cock faster when they zoomed down on her huge tits, swinging with every doggy-style pounding. I let out a small grunt as I imagined her fun bags slapping me in face. The movie cut to her holding his cock as she removed the condom that had been rammed up her ass. She began sucking violently up and down on his head and shaft. I squeezed my dick and moaned out loud as my white thick cum erupted, most of the splooge nailing me on the chest and the white T-shirt I had placed next to me. As the rest of my cream oozed out over my fist and onto my naked lap, I noticed one squirt had hit the sofa. I stood up and looked towards my kitchen for a wash cloth.
That’s when I realized my neighbor Lisa was standing at my glass sliding door, her hand balled up in a fist ready to knock and her mouth wide open in shock. Though we had been neighbors for years, I had never actually conversed with Lisa. I’d give her the customary friendly smile and nod of the head or a quick hello when I’d see her, typically as she walked past my house in her tight black yoga pants during daily walks. Pretending I was busy with something, I’d stare at her tits through dark colored sun glasses and lick my lips at her ass as she strolled on.
I fumbled with my jeans, which were down to my knees, wiping my hands off on both the inside and outside of my pants as I raised them. Believing I had no choice, I walked over to the door.
I slid the glass pane open as she turned to leave. “Can I help you?,” I asked.
Lisa twirled back towards me and her straight raven hair swished over from one shoulder to the next. Making direct eye contact with me, obviously trying not to look down at my white streaked jeans, she embarrassingly stuttered, “Oh, geesh, um, I just came by to borrow some sugar. I need two cups for a batch of cookies I’m making. God, do people even ask their neighbors for stuff like that anymore? I’m sorry, I’ll just run to the store.” She turned to leave again.
I felt so embarrassed, but I tried to sound in control. “I’ve got sugar! Let me clean up and I’ll be over with it in 20 minutes. Is that okay?”
She smiled, but was staring at the ground. “Just if it’s okay with you.”
“Absolutely! I’ll see you in 20 minutes then!”
I slid the door shut but Lisa motioned for me to reopen it. “I may be busy with some stuff. I’ll keep my back door unlocked. You can just walk into my kitchen and set it on the counter, will you?”
“Sure thing, Lisa.”
“Oh, shoot, what’s your name again?”
“It’s Brian.”
“See you soon, Brian.”
I ran over to my laundry room closet and threw my dirty clothes into the washer. Naked, I cleaned off the couch and ran upstairs. I nervously laughed in the shower from getting caught masturbating all over myself. How long had she been watching? I suddenly realized the shirt Lisa had been wearing was so tight, her nipples formed mounds through the material. That meant no bra! My dick became hard again and I pumped it a few times. “Whoa, boy, relax. You’re on a schedule,” I said out loud.
After my shower, I threw on some athletic wear and deodorant. I grabbed a throw away container and measured out two and a quarter cups of sugar. I left the house and walked diagonally through my backyard to Lisa’s. I ascended a few stairs from her patio to a small wooden deck and turned the knob of her back door. The first thing I comprehended was a loud chirping noise created by her security system. She definitely knew when someone opened the door. The next thing I saw was a picture of Lisa and her husband hanging on the wall. To the right was her kitchen. I placed the sugar down on the counter.
Now the blinds were drawn throughout the house so I was able to see a glow from the television just around the corner from where I was standing. I heard music begin to play and moaning coming from a speaker. I took a few more steps into the kitchen and glanced around the corner. Lisa was sprawled out across a sofa, one bare leg completely out of her spandex leggings, and she was circling a vibrator around her well trimmed, hairy bush. On the television a young redhead was riding the cock of an older man. My mouth shot open in amazement as my pulse shot through the roof.
Lisa’s eyes were open, but she made no acknowledgement that I was there. Her dark straightened hair was splayed out behind her, drooping down over the sofa’s arm. There was a slight change in color between her thigh and her ass, indicating she tanned in her panties.
Her free hand slowly caressed her leg then circled her abs before she lifted her tight shirt, exposing one magnificent tit. She began massaging her breast and nipple, squeezing them the more sensitive they became. Lisa inserted the vibrator into her pussy with an audible gasp. In and out the vibrator moved and she moaned, humming “mmm” and “oh yeah.”
On the TV, the redhead was now on the bottom, her tits bouncing as the father figure pounded her from a standing position. Both women, the one in the porno and the one before me, moaned in unison. Lisa closed her eyes. Her ass began lifting off the couch as she humped her stick.
Suddenly, she slowed down. “My pants are getting in the way. Brian, can you help me remove them!” I couldn’t believe what I heard, but it was like I expected her to say it. I walked right over to her and wrapped my hands around her waist and inner thigh. The back of my hand felt her vibrator, her curly hair and her pussy lip. My outer hand slid down around her hip and ass, while the spandex bunched up against my pinkie and ring fingers. A tanning sticker had left a small playboy bunny on her thigh. I reached her foot and brushed my hand across her professionally manicured toes. I scanned her over, up from her white and red painted nails, her toned legs, and back to her pussy lips, where a clear drip of moisture dripped off the dark flesh colored dildo. I dropped the spandex to the ground.
I kneeled down in front of her and instinctively I began massaging her head and combing her hair through my fingers. My other hand moved to her thigh. Both of Lisa's hands were holding the vibrator now and her arms pushed her tits into one another. She smelled of coconut and lavender. Her smile turned serious and her body stiffened.
“Oh, please, hurry, suck my nipples. Now!”
My face planted onto one of her tits and I began sucking violently. I sucked on it like the porn slut sucked on her man's cock. My middle finger found her asshole and circled around it. I felt her hand go down my sweatpants and hold my cock as she began to orgasm.
As her body shook, I felt warm pussy liquid streaming down my fingers. I pinched her nipple with my teeth. She yelled out “Oh, Brian!” as she squeezed my hardened cock. The vibrator suddenly became too much for her and she threw it to the ground. She pulled her hand out of my pants and laid there panting, eyes closed, and her hair now covered her face.
After some time, she opened her eyes and saw me smiling down at her. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!” She dug her head into her arms.
I grabbed her arms and uncovered her face. “Lisa, that was amazing! Thank you for letting me experience this with you!”
Lisa’s eyes got big. “Brian, I left you all hard! I'm sorry! I can finish you off.”
“No Lisa. I'm fine. I finished myself off already, remember! What we need to do is make this a tradition, you baking cookies and us masturbating in front of each other. I'm off work every Tuesday. God, you’re gorgeous.”
“Brian, it's a date then. Every Tuesday.”
For some reason, the television got louder and the redhead in the video said “You’re my sugar daddy!”
We both laughed as I walked to the back door. “I'm your sugar daddy all right!”
Without missing a beat, Lisa seductively called out, “Oh sugar daddy, I think next week I'm going to need some cream!”
That began our nearly weekly ritual of corny jokes and masturbating in front of each other. We have never copulated but have given each other a little bit of oral. It's been going on for over a year.
That’s when I realized my neighbor Lisa was standing at my glass sliding door, her hand balled up in a fist ready to knock and her mouth wide open in shock. Though we had been neighbors for years, I had never actually conversed with Lisa. I’d give her the customary friendly smile and nod of the head or a quick hello when I’d see her, typically as she walked past my house in her tight black yoga pants during daily walks. Pretending I was busy with something, I’d stare at her tits through dark colored sun glasses and lick my lips at her ass as she strolled on.
I fumbled with my jeans, which were down to my knees, wiping my hands off on both the inside and outside of my pants as I raised them. Believing I had no choice, I walked over to the door.
I slid the glass pane open as she turned to leave. “Can I help you?,” I asked.
Lisa twirled back towards me and her straight raven hair swished over from one shoulder to the next. Making direct eye contact with me, obviously trying not to look down at my white streaked jeans, she embarrassingly stuttered, “Oh, geesh, um, I just came by to borrow some sugar. I need two cups for a batch of cookies I’m making. God, do people even ask their neighbors for stuff like that anymore? I’m sorry, I’ll just run to the store.” She turned to leave again.
I felt so embarrassed, but I tried to sound in control. “I’ve got sugar! Let me clean up and I’ll be over with it in 20 minutes. Is that okay?”
She smiled, but was staring at the ground. “Just if it’s okay with you.”
“Absolutely! I’ll see you in 20 minutes then!”
I slid the door shut but Lisa motioned for me to reopen it. “I may be busy with some stuff. I’ll keep my back door unlocked. You can just walk into my kitchen and set it on the counter, will you?”
“Sure thing, Lisa.”
“Oh, shoot, what’s your name again?”
“It’s Brian.”
“See you soon, Brian.”
I ran over to my laundry room closet and threw my dirty clothes into the washer. Naked, I cleaned off the couch and ran upstairs. I nervously laughed in the shower from getting caught masturbating all over myself. How long had she been watching? I suddenly realized the shirt Lisa had been wearing was so tight, her nipples formed mounds through the material. That meant no bra! My dick became hard again and I pumped it a few times. “Whoa, boy, relax. You’re on a schedule,” I said out loud.
After my shower, I threw on some athletic wear and deodorant. I grabbed a throw away container and measured out two and a quarter cups of sugar. I left the house and walked diagonally through my backyard to Lisa’s. I ascended a few stairs from her patio to a small wooden deck and turned the knob of her back door. The first thing I comprehended was a loud chirping noise created by her security system. She definitely knew when someone opened the door. The next thing I saw was a picture of Lisa and her husband hanging on the wall. To the right was her kitchen. I placed the sugar down on the counter.
Now the blinds were drawn throughout the house so I was able to see a glow from the television just around the corner from where I was standing. I heard music begin to play and moaning coming from a speaker. I took a few more steps into the kitchen and glanced around the corner. Lisa was sprawled out across a sofa, one bare leg completely out of her spandex leggings, and she was circling a vibrator around her well trimmed, hairy bush. On the television a young redhead was riding the cock of an older man. My mouth shot open in amazement as my pulse shot through the roof.
Lisa’s eyes were open, but she made no acknowledgement that I was there. Her dark straightened hair was splayed out behind her, drooping down over the sofa’s arm. There was a slight change in color between her thigh and her ass, indicating she tanned in her panties.
Her free hand slowly caressed her leg then circled her abs before she lifted her tight shirt, exposing one magnificent tit. She began massaging her breast and nipple, squeezing them the more sensitive they became. Lisa inserted the vibrator into her pussy with an audible gasp. In and out the vibrator moved and she moaned, humming “mmm” and “oh yeah.”
On the TV, the redhead was now on the bottom, her tits bouncing as the father figure pounded her from a standing position. Both women, the one in the porno and the one before me, moaned in unison. Lisa closed her eyes. Her ass began lifting off the couch as she humped her stick.
Suddenly, she slowed down. “My pants are getting in the way. Brian, can you help me remove them!” I couldn’t believe what I heard, but it was like I expected her to say it. I walked right over to her and wrapped my hands around her waist and inner thigh. The back of my hand felt her vibrator, her curly hair and her pussy lip. My outer hand slid down around her hip and ass, while the spandex bunched up against my pinkie and ring fingers. A tanning sticker had left a small playboy bunny on her thigh. I reached her foot and brushed my hand across her professionally manicured toes. I scanned her over, up from her white and red painted nails, her toned legs, and back to her pussy lips, where a clear drip of moisture dripped off the dark flesh colored dildo. I dropped the spandex to the ground.
I kneeled down in front of her and instinctively I began massaging her head and combing her hair through my fingers. My other hand moved to her thigh. Both of Lisa's hands were holding the vibrator now and her arms pushed her tits into one another. She smelled of coconut and lavender. Her smile turned serious and her body stiffened.
“Oh, please, hurry, suck my nipples. Now!”
My face planted onto one of her tits and I began sucking violently. I sucked on it like the porn slut sucked on her man's cock. My middle finger found her asshole and circled around it. I felt her hand go down my sweatpants and hold my cock as she began to orgasm.
As her body shook, I felt warm pussy liquid streaming down my fingers. I pinched her nipple with my teeth. She yelled out “Oh, Brian!” as she squeezed my hardened cock. The vibrator suddenly became too much for her and she threw it to the ground. She pulled her hand out of my pants and laid there panting, eyes closed, and her hair now covered her face.
After some time, she opened her eyes and saw me smiling down at her. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!” She dug her head into her arms.
I grabbed her arms and uncovered her face. “Lisa, that was amazing! Thank you for letting me experience this with you!”
Lisa’s eyes got big. “Brian, I left you all hard! I'm sorry! I can finish you off.”
“No Lisa. I'm fine. I finished myself off already, remember! What we need to do is make this a tradition, you baking cookies and us masturbating in front of each other. I'm off work every Tuesday. God, you’re gorgeous.”
“Brian, it's a date then. Every Tuesday.”
For some reason, the television got louder and the redhead in the video said “You’re my sugar daddy!”
We both laughed as I walked to the back door. “I'm your sugar daddy all right!”
Without missing a beat, Lisa seductively called out, “Oh sugar daddy, I think next week I'm going to need some cream!”
That began our nearly weekly ritual of corny jokes and masturbating in front of each other. We have never copulated but have given each other a little bit of oral. It's been going on for over a year.
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