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A Fantastic Neighbor
By. James Van Nostrine
When my cock is shoved deep in a delicious, hot and wet pussy that is what I consider to be the true essence of life. The sensation that spreads throughout my body is like a d**g. Every thrust grows the sensation. It grows the hunger. With a special lady the euphoria is explosive.
My heart rate beats 138 times per minute. On schedule for my mountain bike routine. I am a quarter of a mile away from my house and as soon as I reach my drive way I expect my heart rate to be 130 bpm. Cycling is a passion of mine, but I am far from being a tour amateur. At 6’5’’ 240 lbs and chiseled with muscle, I am far too big to compete. What is important is how much cycling plays a role in my health and sex stamina. I refuse to ever let a beer gut set in. And an added bonus is the women lose their mind when I am in my one piece cycling outfit.
I am finally home. I paddle to my garage then park my bike. I use my forearm to wipe away sweat. It barely has an effect but at least it will help to keep salty sweat out of my eyes. I immediately locate my post workout drink that awaits. I keep it tucked away safety flush against the house next to the garage door. As I thumb the shake container open I absorb the beautiful sunset. December in Phoenix is perfect and every chance possible I take a moment to enjoy.
As I hear cars drive home to begin their weekend I lean back against my garage door. I tilt my head back and prepare to chug 16 oz of my post workout drink. Before I could I notice something in the right corner of my vision. On my right I see my next door neighbor gazing at me from her front porch. I turn my head to match her eye contact. I pretend that I didn’t see her staring a second earlier. “Heya Mrs. Raymore, I can’t imagine that a sunset in December could get any more beautiful.”
Mrs. Raymore is a young blonde. She is short, skinny, but deliciously curvy. “Oh..” I obviously caught her off guard. “Oh yeah Marcus.... great..”
She flashes a false smile of happiness. I figure her and the Mr. are having a bad Friday evening. I look away then I finally begin to chug away. Before I am finish Mrs. Raymore continues.
“I am sorry. I am a bet frazzled. Nothing is going right this evening.”
“Ugh that’s unfortunate” I said.
I have not encountered Mrs. Raymore this checked out before. I know her fam**y are big sports fan so I figure maybe there was a big loss. “Did the Sharks lose or something? You seem a bit out of it. Is everything going just fine?”
Mrs. Raymore pops up and faces me. She throws her arms up in the air. “I cannot even figure out how to restore power to get a damn game update. This evening seriously blows.”
“Power? What.. Is Mr. Raymore home? I am sure I can help.”
“Thats the problem, he is away.”
“When is he planning on being back, if it is going to be a late night I don’t mind you and the k*ds crashing at my place. I am not ashamed to say but I even have a few of my favorite Disney movies.”
Mrs. Raymore pauses. Her face displays a look of wonder. As she looks up in the corner of her eyes to figure out what she will say next she begins playing and twisting with a lock of blonde her that is over her left shoulder. “Actually they are all gone until Sunday afternoon. I know this is weird but I am going to spend the first night of my entire life alone.”
I display a curious look. I don’t quite get what she means so I respond with a “Huh?”
“Yeah I grew up in a big house. I have always had br*th*rs and s*st*rs. When I married John I moved from my parents directly into a home with him. There has been days where he has been gone on business but I have at least had the company of the c***dren.”
“Oh wow, how funny. I never heard of such a thing.”
“But you get what I am saying right?”
“Yeah.. I’ve been on my own for years but I guess that makes sense in your case. ”
After a long cycling session my mind isn’t normally as alert as normal. I am surprised that I am just now paying attention but Mrs. Raymore has some how taken light footsteps towards me during the conversation and is close enough for me to touch her.
We do not speak too often, but being this close up I now see how hot she is. She is only 5’1’’ but is a natural blonde, sparkling blue eyes, full lips, with white pale skins that some how avoids too much sun exposure. Big full tits, I am guessing D cups, and sexy curves. I am surprise of how good she looks especially considering she has had two c***dren. At 25, if Scarlett Johansen was 5’1 and blonde they would be twins.
I wondered off in thought as I checked out Mrs. Raymore’s body. I notice that her eyes are attempting to re-establish the conversation. I am pretty sure she was aware that I was checking her out.
“Well let me have a look at your fuse box. A look wouldn’t hurt” I said.
“I would love that.” She blushes a big smile and even does a few cheerleader claps. “Follow me in”. she says.
She pivots 180 degrees and begins to walk towards her front door. I follow staying a full step behind. Of course I intentionally stay a step behind so I can check out her ass as she switches back and forth. It is a sight of beauty. There is plenty of ass to cup into my huge big hands. The thought of rubbing her ass with baby oil then having her give me a lap dance slightly stiffens my cock.
Mrs. Raymore slows down a step and looks back to make sure I am following. She catches a look then turns back around. This time I am 110% sure she knew I was checking her out. I think she even switched her hips a bit sharper for my amusement.
We walk into the front door. Even as the sunset brings in the night sky there is enough natural light to see through her home. “Fuse box is upstairs” she says
Being in real estate, and actually living in my home to flip for a profit I know fuse boxes are not located up stairs. “I do not think it is upstairs” I said.
“I know enough about a fuse box to know where its at bub” she responds.
“My apologies”
She stops at the top step. Not paying attention because I am wondering about the box I bump into Mrs. Raymore. Being tall I am pretty sure my cock bumped right in her back. She doesn’t say a word, but she reaches back, glides her hand up my side and grabs my hand. She then leads me directly into a bedroom.
Is there a deviant plan here? I am not comfortable being in a married woman’s bedroom. Regardless my cock stiffens and once it is full blown hard there is no stopping the monster. Nervousness sets in, especially considering my one piece cycling outfit. An aggressive move by her and I cannot refuse what I love so much. She walks in front of the bedroom closet, lets go of my hand, then opens the door.
“See?” she says “I told ya!”
I couldn’t see. Without power the closet was darker then normal. “where?” I say.
“Come here!”
She pulls me in. She startles me a bit with her 5’1’’ woman strength. She knocks on a small metal door located on the right side wall of the closet.
“I can’t get it open” she said.
“Here, scoot over.”
“No wait, I have to see you open it so next time I know what I am doing. Just do it over me, you are a lengthy guy.”
I lean over her. It was a simple latch and pull. I open it but then I re-close it.
“Hey!” she says. She lets out a laugh then pushes back with her ass and gives me a friendly bump.
“Hold on hold on, I am re-closing it so I can re-open the door slowly so you know how to open it next time around.”
I soon realize that we are touching. Her ass is against my leg. I am damn sure that my semi stiff cock is rubbing against her. I wonder if she is aware of this?
“Ohh, ok”. she says. “I thought maybe you were going to make me do something before you turned the lights on.”
Not thinking too deep in her comment I say, “No no no, just trying to help.”
I flip the box open. I click on the main breaker and instantly the bedroom lights are on. I spin around to check out the walk in closet. It is obvious she owns a lot more clothes than Mr. Raymore.
“Yayyy!” I feel a running hug from behind. “I can not say how much I am thankful” she says.
“What are neighbors for huh?”
Next, some how I stumble. I fall into clothing. I fumble around attempting to not let any clothes hit the floor. Some how I saved the articles of clothing.
“Opps, I am sorry about that. Let me get out of here before I figure out a way to destroy stuff.” I attempt to hang the clothes back up. I begin to realize that I am re-hanging some of Mrs. Raymore’s sexy night gowns.
I here a laugh from her. “Just throw it down perv, I’ll get it later.” Her hands reaches onto mine “Trust me when I say that those pieces are rarely worn.”
I spin around, hand the clothing over, and maneuver out into the bedroom. She follows. “Well you have my number, just call if I can help with anything else.” I said.
“Ok, thank you Marcus. I owe you one. I’ll walk you out and make sure you don’t steal any of my lacey night gowns.” she laughs hard and even pats me on the chest.
I am not sure if she felt the build of tension but she walked out at a fast pace. Before my third step she was near the stairs. I walk full stride to catch up behind her. But before I could I hear loud thumps and a scream. As I reach the stairs I see that Mrs. Raymore has fallen down them.
“Oh my gosh, owwww! I can’t believe.... ohhhowww” I hear from her.
It is obvious she is in pain but not screaming at a volume that would spell any severe injuries.
“Holy shit Mrs. Raymore!” I fly down the stairs, jump over her body, spin around and immediately place both my hands on her. “Tell me what hurts? Do you feel like something was broken?”
“Shit.. shit! I am so embarrassed. Oooooooh my gosh..” She grabs behind her hip, around the upper right buttocks. “I am ok, this happens quite a big. I get in a rush and some how I end up on my butt.”
“Let me help you up, you need to let me carry you to the couch.”
Her face struggles with pain “Ok, be gentle.”
Being muscular and fit, picking up and carrying a 110 lady wasn’t much. With out much effort I scoop up Mrs. Raymore. She wraps an arm around the back of my neck. Enjoying the hero moment I pull her in tight. For a split second I fell into her eyes. The blue ocean eyes are stunning. I think for a second how would this look if Mr. Raymore walked in. I know if I was in his shoes without saying a word I would be sprinting for my black slugger.
I gently put down Mrs. Raymore on her living room couch. She winces in pain. She grabs a throw pillow and clutches it tight to her chest. I notice that she stopped rubbing her hip. I pause to wonder if she is truly physically hurt or just embarrassed that she needed to be saved twice by a stud. With out saying a word I stride into her kitchen in search for something cold to help prevent swelling.
“What.. where are you going??” she says.
“Do you having any ice packs or even a bag for ice?”
“...” She leans back on the couch then lightly smacks her hand on her forehead. “Try the kitchen island. You should find bags.” she finally said.
“What about painkillers?”
“Bathroom, upstairs, in the medicine cabinet.”
I grab a bag, fill it with ice. I return to Mrs Raymore. “Point to where it hurts again.” She points to her left hip. I place the ice bag right where she points. She holds the bag in place. “Do you have any of the strong stuff and if so do you need it?”
“Grab what you can find. I am ready for this day to end.” she responds.
I run upstairs, walk in the bathroom. I open up the mirror medicine cabinet. I look and look but there appears to be no painkillers. I yell from the bathroom, “I don’t see any!”
“SHIT! Are you sure ?!?” she yells back.
I yell right back, “I am still looking but I see nothing.”
I give the search one more look over then I run back to Mrs. Raymore. She looks defeated. Her face is blazing red. I feel a bit responsible. If I had just ran in and ran out without her falling she wouldn’t be feeling this way.
“What about this. I can drive to the pharmacy. I will even pick you up a treat” I said.
“Please don’t, I have murdered enough of your night already.”
“It is not a problem. Trust me. I have a shopping list anyway. It is not a long one but I can kill two birds with one stone.”
“Are you sure” she said “You don’t have to.”
“I would love to, I want to help. You look beat up right now and a beautiful looking woman like you shouldn’t be in this condition.”
Her face instantly turns beet red. She caught on to the light flirting. I wanted her to feel a bit better.
Before I left I bought water, a few pillows, and the tv remote to her. I am sure she can walk. Maybe with a bit of a limp, but something tells me she wanted to play along so I wouldn’t leave her alone. I was ok with that. Although I wasn’t sure about crossings the line with a married woman. I most certainly didn’t mind checking her out as eye candy. Her husband is out of town. My eyes aren’t doing him any harm.
It took about 45 minutes but I was pulling back into my garage after a fast trip to the pharmacy. I made sure I left my bags in the truck. Funny thing is I had condoms on my list. So it would be pretty funny if I accidentally brought that bag in along with the painkillers.
I walk back in to Mrs. Raymore without knocking on the door. She surprised me because she was in the kitchen. I could smell sweet peppers and beef.
Before she caught me walking in I could see her moving smoothly around in the kitchen. Either she already found good painkillers or she was really excited about making dinner. “Oh hey, I see someone is feeling a lot better. Did you find some pain killers” I said.
“No, but I am a tough girl. Although because of you I feel I lot better, so I decided to hop in here and start making dinner. You gotta stay, I want to make dinner as a thank you.”
I was raised a gentlemen, and as a gentlemen you don’t reject gratitude especially if the rejection would highly offend a person. “Great’ I said. “Ill bring you the painkillers. Make sure you take a few because when you wake up in the morning that body is going to be aching.”
I hand her the bag. She places it on the counter and pours a glass of tap water. I am wondering should I change clothing. I don’t want to be rude and eat in the same cycling outfit I rode in, especially after a sweat.
“I am going to run home real quick. I will be right back.”
“What ?!?” A serious look of concern appears on her face. “What do you need? Can it wait?”
Feeling bad I responded with “Just need to use the men’s room.”
“Use it here, dinner is about done.”
An uncontrollable juster of mine is that I simply reach down and adjust my cock with my right hand when needed. I normally wear jeans and I work on houses for a living so for the most part the cock adjustment never stands out as odd. It is a manly move though. Ironically almost cocky. Without thinking I do the adjustment right in front of Mrs. Raymore right before I turn to use the bathroom. I didn’t realize what I was doing until I saw a huge blush appear on her face.
So I run up stairs. Washed up in the bathroom. Then I returned. As I walk in the kitchen I notice that she is reading a receipt. It comes to my attention that she could have the pharmacy receipt. No worries on my part although it clearly states that I bought a 12 pack of condoms.
Without hesitation she says “Condoms... Is that the treat?? I am allergic to latex but I do have poly type, I hope it can fit you..”
I froze, didn’t know how to respond. My eyes start spinning around in my head. Hell I forgot I said I’ll bring her back a treat and now she assumes condoms. What made things even more odd is my cock instantly began harding. Of course my cock doesn’t care if she is a taken woman. It senses hot pussy. Once it is hard the mission to cum is locked in place. This time I do not think I can contain it in my cycling outfit.
“Oh shit” I said. “Honest answer... By chance I already had condoms written on my pharmacy list...” I said.
“Too bad” she said “12 pack, I thought you were going to take advantage of me while my husband was away. There something wrong with me. Huh?”
“Oh no! It is not what you think. I think you are sexy as hell. I am just not a man who stalks married women when their husbands are away.”
“Yes I am a married woman. Although John hasn’t touch me in a year. Not since Jonathan was b*rn. He claims that his ther****t says he has a fucking mental condition. Some sort of fright after seeing me give b*rth. As if my body is destroyed or some shit.”
I could see her tear up. This was very tough for her to speak about. I wanted her to be back to feeling better. “Trust me, a woman like you I would make love to you until the sun came up”
“Oh yeah, what is it that makes you say that?” She grabs a lock of blonde her. I know her enough to where I know she is going to begin to twist it.
“It is a long list” I said. She blushes hard. “Those lips of yours, I could kiss til the sun came up. They are hot. You have a great body. Lovely breast, sweet ass, and you have an awesome personality to go along with it.”
“I never hear any of this from John” she says. “If he gave me an ounce of attention I would be the most loyal wife in the universe but I am not even sure if he even loves me. Hell he left me here alone. Hasn’t even called to check up on me.”
Mrs. Raymore did it again. As I was thinking of that body of hers. Like how does her nipple look? How does her pussy look? Shaved? Landing strip? She sneaks in close to me again. Although this time she is damn near close enough to kiss my chest.
She stares into my eyes giving me the look. Wanting me to pounce on her like prey in the wild desert. She takes another step closer then lays her hand on my chest. To my surprise, she pushes me backwards into the living room. I flop into a chair. She pulls back, skips over and closes the blinds and locks the front door. She returns but this time she jump on my lap and straddles me. Of course I don’t fight her off as she is now sitting right on my cock. There was no hiding my horniness for her.
She stares into my eyes. Her sweet smell of flowers sends a buzz throughout my whole body. The overwhelming sweet smell suffocates me. I knew at this point there was no turning back. The d**g had enter my blood.
We were now at a stand off. Who will make the first move. She already had made the major moves and now I knew it was my turn to show that I wanted this too. As her hands lay on each side of my obliques I slowly move in until our lips touch. They are so soft. A delicious strawberry flavored gloss. I love the taste on my lips. The warm, sweet flesh pressed hard against my lips.
I pull back for a second. I whispered, “I knew those hot lips would taste great.”
She blushes so hard that her eyes appeared to be closed. She pulls our lips back together. I slip my tongue into her mouth. My hand latches on to the back of her head. I take control. I angle her head so my tongue can deeply explore. I open my mouth wider and I allow our tongues to dance together. She begins to moan. Nice smooth long moans.
I fall into desire, into lust, into horniness. I have no idea how long time had passed because I truly could’ve kissed her until dawn. She tasted that good. I didn’t stop but I allowed my hands to wonder the back of her shirt. To my surprise no bra. I am not sure how I missed that. What a bonus. Tits so nice she doesn’t need a bra.
The kissing continues but now I stop to kiss her face, her neck, then return to her lips. Heat, sweat, juice, saliva, it all begins to mix. She lets out sounds of pleasure for every kiss. My hands move down to cup her ass. I squeezed hard, expecting to feel the wetness of her pussy to soak through her pants. With a low scream she say “you are going to make me come all over you just by your touch.”
She leans out of the kiss. We both had the same thing in mind. She throws off her shirt. I remove my arms from my one piece cycling suit and push it down to my hips. We embrace each others body. I rubbed all over her soft silky skin. The smell of sweet flowers is all I can smell. Not sure what brand of perfume but it was perfect. I feel her squeeze my shoulders, biceps, chest, abs. It is almost like she is doing a muscle inspection. Wanting to fully comprehend the moment.
I lean her backwards and let my mouth dive right into her breast. “Oh my gosh, I love for my breast to be played with” she moans.
I sucked as much as I could into my mouth. I went from left to right, right to left took about a hard second to suck on each breast. Small aerolas with dots for nipples. They were bright pink which is even sexier on a very pale woman.
I notice that the harder I sucked the louder she moaned. To my surprise I tasted sweet sugar. Possibly still n*rs*ng? Either way I fell directly into euphoria. My mouth aggressively sucked on one breast while my other hand milked and roughly pumped the other. Before I knew it she was screaming and trembling in my lap. First phase of my sex mission accomplished. Getting her off first is critical. Instead of worry about her climaxing I can just go with a natural flow. I finally felt her wet pussy soaking all over me.
Eventually I give her a two minute count to catch her breathe. There does exist over stimulation if a break doesn’t take place after a long orgasm. Being confident in my skills I wait. Listening to her breathe and her passionate sighs.
Right at 120 seconds I stay seated but I flip her backwards to make her legs go up towards my face and her back against my quads. In that position I was able to yank off her pants along with her white with red pooka dot panties. Her bright pink pussy was a sexy innie.
I bring her back up face to face. “Take me to bed” she slowly whispers in my ear.
I pick her up. She straddles my body. We head up to her master bed. She clutches my body as if I am the hero who just saved her from the miserable and torturous life she has lived. I am not too freaked out now knowing her husband doesn’t pay her much attention. Someone has to take care of this beautiful woman and I was up for the job. Once we arrive I drop her onto the bed. I remove my outfit. My cock is normally hard when I am ready to fuck but today it was as hard as steel. I was personally surprised, and the look on her face showed she was astonished.
With me still standing she hops to the edge of the bed, sits up, then snatches my cock with both hands. Hot pre-cum smacks her on the chin. She spits several times on my cock and begins slowly stroking it with both hands. Her hands where small but she figures out how to fit them around my cock. “That feels sooo fucking good.” I say as I let out a deep moans.
The pace of the strokes increases. She’s going to make me cum fast. She wraps her lips around the head of my cock and continued to stroke. Each stroke down I feel the head of my cock engulfed by her mouth. The smacking of her lips on my cock gets louder after each stroke. Spit and cum begins to drown her hands, mouth, and breast. The sensation became so intense I am surprise that I am still standing. Not wanting to cum too fast I snatch away. Then I plop on the bed. I lay on my back, my cock pointing directly at the ceiling.
“Bring your ass to my face” I ordered her.
She sits on my face, 69 position. Her blonde pussy was nicely trimmed. I was surprised by the tightness of her pussy. It appeared to be naturally small. There were no inner lips visible. It looked like the perfect camel toe. The pinkest of her asshole matches her nipples and pussy. Beautiful.. and now it is all mine’s to enjoy.
Faster then I expected the juices from her pussy begin to pour all over my face. The silky white juice tasted and smelled sweet. If was obvious that this girl was unbelievably horny. She was exploding all over my face.
I grabbed her hips and pressed down to have her pussy right in my mouth. I needed to control this flow into my mouth. This pussy was so hot, juicy, and succulent. Right on cue I feel her lips wrap around my cock. The wet velvetness of her mouth pumps up and down on my cock. Her mouth fits onto my cock like a glove.
I wasn’t going to last long in this position. She was sucking my cock with intensity. She was attempting to earn the gold as I could feel the saliva and pre-cum fly every where. It was too much. The strong force of euphoria builds in my body. The sensation felt as if the galaxy was attempting to suck my soul into space. I tried to fight to last a bit longer but her mouth, her pussy, her body over powered me.
When I exploded it felt as if she literally sucked the cum from my balls through my shaft like a straw. She began choking and coughing but still kept sucking. My guess is she is drowning in a gallon of high pressured exploding cum. My body convulses as if I am being electrocuted. I muffle my orgasms expecting the whole neighborhood could hear us.
I fight hard to not pass out from the orgasm. I continue to french kiss the day lights out of her pussy. After sucking every last ounce she sits up and begins grinding her pussy into my face. She screams loud. Loud enough to scare me just a bit. I could feel her whole body quiver from her pussy. She shakes then splats her head down on my cock. She deep throats it one good time to collect any remaining amounts of cum. Next she rolls up and laid her head on my chest. We are both sucking wind, although she purred like a kitten. I eventually relax and let the euphoria continue.
“I never came like that ever!” she said.
“Believe me.. same here.” I responded. “If I am correct you are not in a rush to be any place for at least 36 hours.” I exhaled heavily. “I would love to use as much time as humanly possible to explore every carves of your body.”
“Only on one condition” She said
“What??”
“Let’s go to your house and I am all yours. No way in the world I can cover up so much hot sex in this house.”
“Deal! Were going to need a lot of condoms though.”
We both look at each other and laugh. The fucking that is going to take place over the next day and a half...
Trust me when I say my cock will explore ever ounce of her body.
The End
By. James Van Nostrine
When my cock is shoved deep in a delicious, hot and wet pussy that is what I consider to be the true essence of life. The sensation that spreads throughout my body is like a d**g. Every thrust grows the sensation. It grows the hunger. With a special lady the euphoria is explosive.
My heart rate beats 138 times per minute. On schedule for my mountain bike routine. I am a quarter of a mile away from my house and as soon as I reach my drive way I expect my heart rate to be 130 bpm. Cycling is a passion of mine, but I am far from being a tour amateur. At 6’5’’ 240 lbs and chiseled with muscle, I am far too big to compete. What is important is how much cycling plays a role in my health and sex stamina. I refuse to ever let a beer gut set in. And an added bonus is the women lose their mind when I am in my one piece cycling outfit.
I am finally home. I paddle to my garage then park my bike. I use my forearm to wipe away sweat. It barely has an effect but at least it will help to keep salty sweat out of my eyes. I immediately locate my post workout drink that awaits. I keep it tucked away safety flush against the house next to the garage door. As I thumb the shake container open I absorb the beautiful sunset. December in Phoenix is perfect and every chance possible I take a moment to enjoy.
As I hear cars drive home to begin their weekend I lean back against my garage door. I tilt my head back and prepare to chug 16 oz of my post workout drink. Before I could I notice something in the right corner of my vision. On my right I see my next door neighbor gazing at me from her front porch. I turn my head to match her eye contact. I pretend that I didn’t see her staring a second earlier. “Heya Mrs. Raymore, I can’t imagine that a sunset in December could get any more beautiful.”
Mrs. Raymore is a young blonde. She is short, skinny, but deliciously curvy. “Oh..” I obviously caught her off guard. “Oh yeah Marcus.... great..”
She flashes a false smile of happiness. I figure her and the Mr. are having a bad Friday evening. I look away then I finally begin to chug away. Before I am finish Mrs. Raymore continues.
“I am sorry. I am a bet frazzled. Nothing is going right this evening.”
“Ugh that’s unfortunate” I said.
I have not encountered Mrs. Raymore this checked out before. I know her fam**y are big sports fan so I figure maybe there was a big loss. “Did the Sharks lose or something? You seem a bit out of it. Is everything going just fine?”
Mrs. Raymore pops up and faces me. She throws her arms up in the air. “I cannot even figure out how to restore power to get a damn game update. This evening seriously blows.”
“Power? What.. Is Mr. Raymore home? I am sure I can help.”
“Thats the problem, he is away.”
“When is he planning on being back, if it is going to be a late night I don’t mind you and the k*ds crashing at my place. I am not ashamed to say but I even have a few of my favorite Disney movies.”
Mrs. Raymore pauses. Her face displays a look of wonder. As she looks up in the corner of her eyes to figure out what she will say next she begins playing and twisting with a lock of blonde her that is over her left shoulder. “Actually they are all gone until Sunday afternoon. I know this is weird but I am going to spend the first night of my entire life alone.”
I display a curious look. I don’t quite get what she means so I respond with a “Huh?”
“Yeah I grew up in a big house. I have always had br*th*rs and s*st*rs. When I married John I moved from my parents directly into a home with him. There has been days where he has been gone on business but I have at least had the company of the c***dren.”
“Oh wow, how funny. I never heard of such a thing.”
“But you get what I am saying right?”
“Yeah.. I’ve been on my own for years but I guess that makes sense in your case. ”
After a long cycling session my mind isn’t normally as alert as normal. I am surprised that I am just now paying attention but Mrs. Raymore has some how taken light footsteps towards me during the conversation and is close enough for me to touch her.
We do not speak too often, but being this close up I now see how hot she is. She is only 5’1’’ but is a natural blonde, sparkling blue eyes, full lips, with white pale skins that some how avoids too much sun exposure. Big full tits, I am guessing D cups, and sexy curves. I am surprise of how good she looks especially considering she has had two c***dren. At 25, if Scarlett Johansen was 5’1 and blonde they would be twins.
I wondered off in thought as I checked out Mrs. Raymore’s body. I notice that her eyes are attempting to re-establish the conversation. I am pretty sure she was aware that I was checking her out.
“Well let me have a look at your fuse box. A look wouldn’t hurt” I said.
“I would love that.” She blushes a big smile and even does a few cheerleader claps. “Follow me in”. she says.
She pivots 180 degrees and begins to walk towards her front door. I follow staying a full step behind. Of course I intentionally stay a step behind so I can check out her ass as she switches back and forth. It is a sight of beauty. There is plenty of ass to cup into my huge big hands. The thought of rubbing her ass with baby oil then having her give me a lap dance slightly stiffens my cock.
Mrs. Raymore slows down a step and looks back to make sure I am following. She catches a look then turns back around. This time I am 110% sure she knew I was checking her out. I think she even switched her hips a bit sharper for my amusement.
We walk into the front door. Even as the sunset brings in the night sky there is enough natural light to see through her home. “Fuse box is upstairs” she says
Being in real estate, and actually living in my home to flip for a profit I know fuse boxes are not located up stairs. “I do not think it is upstairs” I said.
“I know enough about a fuse box to know where its at bub” she responds.
“My apologies”
She stops at the top step. Not paying attention because I am wondering about the box I bump into Mrs. Raymore. Being tall I am pretty sure my cock bumped right in her back. She doesn’t say a word, but she reaches back, glides her hand up my side and grabs my hand. She then leads me directly into a bedroom.
Is there a deviant plan here? I am not comfortable being in a married woman’s bedroom. Regardless my cock stiffens and once it is full blown hard there is no stopping the monster. Nervousness sets in, especially considering my one piece cycling outfit. An aggressive move by her and I cannot refuse what I love so much. She walks in front of the bedroom closet, lets go of my hand, then opens the door.
“See?” she says “I told ya!”
I couldn’t see. Without power the closet was darker then normal. “where?” I say.
“Come here!”
She pulls me in. She startles me a bit with her 5’1’’ woman strength. She knocks on a small metal door located on the right side wall of the closet.
“I can’t get it open” she said.
“Here, scoot over.”
“No wait, I have to see you open it so next time I know what I am doing. Just do it over me, you are a lengthy guy.”
I lean over her. It was a simple latch and pull. I open it but then I re-close it.
“Hey!” she says. She lets out a laugh then pushes back with her ass and gives me a friendly bump.
“Hold on hold on, I am re-closing it so I can re-open the door slowly so you know how to open it next time around.”
I soon realize that we are touching. Her ass is against my leg. I am damn sure that my semi stiff cock is rubbing against her. I wonder if she is aware of this?
“Ohh, ok”. she says. “I thought maybe you were going to make me do something before you turned the lights on.”
Not thinking too deep in her comment I say, “No no no, just trying to help.”
I flip the box open. I click on the main breaker and instantly the bedroom lights are on. I spin around to check out the walk in closet. It is obvious she owns a lot more clothes than Mr. Raymore.
“Yayyy!” I feel a running hug from behind. “I can not say how much I am thankful” she says.
“What are neighbors for huh?”
Next, some how I stumble. I fall into clothing. I fumble around attempting to not let any clothes hit the floor. Some how I saved the articles of clothing.
“Opps, I am sorry about that. Let me get out of here before I figure out a way to destroy stuff.” I attempt to hang the clothes back up. I begin to realize that I am re-hanging some of Mrs. Raymore’s sexy night gowns.
I here a laugh from her. “Just throw it down perv, I’ll get it later.” Her hands reaches onto mine “Trust me when I say that those pieces are rarely worn.”
I spin around, hand the clothing over, and maneuver out into the bedroom. She follows. “Well you have my number, just call if I can help with anything else.” I said.
“Ok, thank you Marcus. I owe you one. I’ll walk you out and make sure you don’t steal any of my lacey night gowns.” she laughs hard and even pats me on the chest.
I am not sure if she felt the build of tension but she walked out at a fast pace. Before my third step she was near the stairs. I walk full stride to catch up behind her. But before I could I hear loud thumps and a scream. As I reach the stairs I see that Mrs. Raymore has fallen down them.
“Oh my gosh, owwww! I can’t believe.... ohhhowww” I hear from her.
It is obvious she is in pain but not screaming at a volume that would spell any severe injuries.
“Holy shit Mrs. Raymore!” I fly down the stairs, jump over her body, spin around and immediately place both my hands on her. “Tell me what hurts? Do you feel like something was broken?”
“Shit.. shit! I am so embarrassed. Oooooooh my gosh..” She grabs behind her hip, around the upper right buttocks. “I am ok, this happens quite a big. I get in a rush and some how I end up on my butt.”
“Let me help you up, you need to let me carry you to the couch.”
Her face struggles with pain “Ok, be gentle.”
Being muscular and fit, picking up and carrying a 110 lady wasn’t much. With out much effort I scoop up Mrs. Raymore. She wraps an arm around the back of my neck. Enjoying the hero moment I pull her in tight. For a split second I fell into her eyes. The blue ocean eyes are stunning. I think for a second how would this look if Mr. Raymore walked in. I know if I was in his shoes without saying a word I would be sprinting for my black slugger.
I gently put down Mrs. Raymore on her living room couch. She winces in pain. She grabs a throw pillow and clutches it tight to her chest. I notice that she stopped rubbing her hip. I pause to wonder if she is truly physically hurt or just embarrassed that she needed to be saved twice by a stud. With out saying a word I stride into her kitchen in search for something cold to help prevent swelling.
“What.. where are you going??” she says.
“Do you having any ice packs or even a bag for ice?”
“...” She leans back on the couch then lightly smacks her hand on her forehead. “Try the kitchen island. You should find bags.” she finally said.
“What about painkillers?”
“Bathroom, upstairs, in the medicine cabinet.”
I grab a bag, fill it with ice. I return to Mrs Raymore. “Point to where it hurts again.” She points to her left hip. I place the ice bag right where she points. She holds the bag in place. “Do you have any of the strong stuff and if so do you need it?”
“Grab what you can find. I am ready for this day to end.” she responds.
I run upstairs, walk in the bathroom. I open up the mirror medicine cabinet. I look and look but there appears to be no painkillers. I yell from the bathroom, “I don’t see any!”
“SHIT! Are you sure ?!?” she yells back.
I yell right back, “I am still looking but I see nothing.”
I give the search one more look over then I run back to Mrs. Raymore. She looks defeated. Her face is blazing red. I feel a bit responsible. If I had just ran in and ran out without her falling she wouldn’t be feeling this way.
“What about this. I can drive to the pharmacy. I will even pick you up a treat” I said.
“Please don’t, I have murdered enough of your night already.”
“It is not a problem. Trust me. I have a shopping list anyway. It is not a long one but I can kill two birds with one stone.”
“Are you sure” she said “You don’t have to.”
“I would love to, I want to help. You look beat up right now and a beautiful looking woman like you shouldn’t be in this condition.”
Her face instantly turns beet red. She caught on to the light flirting. I wanted her to feel a bit better.
Before I left I bought water, a few pillows, and the tv remote to her. I am sure she can walk. Maybe with a bit of a limp, but something tells me she wanted to play along so I wouldn’t leave her alone. I was ok with that. Although I wasn’t sure about crossings the line with a married woman. I most certainly didn’t mind checking her out as eye candy. Her husband is out of town. My eyes aren’t doing him any harm.
It took about 45 minutes but I was pulling back into my garage after a fast trip to the pharmacy. I made sure I left my bags in the truck. Funny thing is I had condoms on my list. So it would be pretty funny if I accidentally brought that bag in along with the painkillers.
I walk back in to Mrs. Raymore without knocking on the door. She surprised me because she was in the kitchen. I could smell sweet peppers and beef.
Before she caught me walking in I could see her moving smoothly around in the kitchen. Either she already found good painkillers or she was really excited about making dinner. “Oh hey, I see someone is feeling a lot better. Did you find some pain killers” I said.
“No, but I am a tough girl. Although because of you I feel I lot better, so I decided to hop in here and start making dinner. You gotta stay, I want to make dinner as a thank you.”
I was raised a gentlemen, and as a gentlemen you don’t reject gratitude especially if the rejection would highly offend a person. “Great’ I said. “Ill bring you the painkillers. Make sure you take a few because when you wake up in the morning that body is going to be aching.”
I hand her the bag. She places it on the counter and pours a glass of tap water. I am wondering should I change clothing. I don’t want to be rude and eat in the same cycling outfit I rode in, especially after a sweat.
“I am going to run home real quick. I will be right back.”
“What ?!?” A serious look of concern appears on her face. “What do you need? Can it wait?”
Feeling bad I responded with “Just need to use the men’s room.”
“Use it here, dinner is about done.”
An uncontrollable juster of mine is that I simply reach down and adjust my cock with my right hand when needed. I normally wear jeans and I work on houses for a living so for the most part the cock adjustment never stands out as odd. It is a manly move though. Ironically almost cocky. Without thinking I do the adjustment right in front of Mrs. Raymore right before I turn to use the bathroom. I didn’t realize what I was doing until I saw a huge blush appear on her face.
So I run up stairs. Washed up in the bathroom. Then I returned. As I walk in the kitchen I notice that she is reading a receipt. It comes to my attention that she could have the pharmacy receipt. No worries on my part although it clearly states that I bought a 12 pack of condoms.
Without hesitation she says “Condoms... Is that the treat?? I am allergic to latex but I do have poly type, I hope it can fit you..”
I froze, didn’t know how to respond. My eyes start spinning around in my head. Hell I forgot I said I’ll bring her back a treat and now she assumes condoms. What made things even more odd is my cock instantly began harding. Of course my cock doesn’t care if she is a taken woman. It senses hot pussy. Once it is hard the mission to cum is locked in place. This time I do not think I can contain it in my cycling outfit.
“Oh shit” I said. “Honest answer... By chance I already had condoms written on my pharmacy list...” I said.
“Too bad” she said “12 pack, I thought you were going to take advantage of me while my husband was away. There something wrong with me. Huh?”
“Oh no! It is not what you think. I think you are sexy as hell. I am just not a man who stalks married women when their husbands are away.”
“Yes I am a married woman. Although John hasn’t touch me in a year. Not since Jonathan was b*rn. He claims that his ther****t says he has a fucking mental condition. Some sort of fright after seeing me give b*rth. As if my body is destroyed or some shit.”
I could see her tear up. This was very tough for her to speak about. I wanted her to be back to feeling better. “Trust me, a woman like you I would make love to you until the sun came up”
“Oh yeah, what is it that makes you say that?” She grabs a lock of blonde her. I know her enough to where I know she is going to begin to twist it.
“It is a long list” I said. She blushes hard. “Those lips of yours, I could kiss til the sun came up. They are hot. You have a great body. Lovely breast, sweet ass, and you have an awesome personality to go along with it.”
“I never hear any of this from John” she says. “If he gave me an ounce of attention I would be the most loyal wife in the universe but I am not even sure if he even loves me. Hell he left me here alone. Hasn’t even called to check up on me.”
Mrs. Raymore did it again. As I was thinking of that body of hers. Like how does her nipple look? How does her pussy look? Shaved? Landing strip? She sneaks in close to me again. Although this time she is damn near close enough to kiss my chest.
She stares into my eyes giving me the look. Wanting me to pounce on her like prey in the wild desert. She takes another step closer then lays her hand on my chest. To my surprise, she pushes me backwards into the living room. I flop into a chair. She pulls back, skips over and closes the blinds and locks the front door. She returns but this time she jump on my lap and straddles me. Of course I don’t fight her off as she is now sitting right on my cock. There was no hiding my horniness for her.
She stares into my eyes. Her sweet smell of flowers sends a buzz throughout my whole body. The overwhelming sweet smell suffocates me. I knew at this point there was no turning back. The d**g had enter my blood.
We were now at a stand off. Who will make the first move. She already had made the major moves and now I knew it was my turn to show that I wanted this too. As her hands lay on each side of my obliques I slowly move in until our lips touch. They are so soft. A delicious strawberry flavored gloss. I love the taste on my lips. The warm, sweet flesh pressed hard against my lips.
I pull back for a second. I whispered, “I knew those hot lips would taste great.”
She blushes so hard that her eyes appeared to be closed. She pulls our lips back together. I slip my tongue into her mouth. My hand latches on to the back of her head. I take control. I angle her head so my tongue can deeply explore. I open my mouth wider and I allow our tongues to dance together. She begins to moan. Nice smooth long moans.
I fall into desire, into lust, into horniness. I have no idea how long time had passed because I truly could’ve kissed her until dawn. She tasted that good. I didn’t stop but I allowed my hands to wonder the back of her shirt. To my surprise no bra. I am not sure how I missed that. What a bonus. Tits so nice she doesn’t need a bra.
The kissing continues but now I stop to kiss her face, her neck, then return to her lips. Heat, sweat, juice, saliva, it all begins to mix. She lets out sounds of pleasure for every kiss. My hands move down to cup her ass. I squeezed hard, expecting to feel the wetness of her pussy to soak through her pants. With a low scream she say “you are going to make me come all over you just by your touch.”
She leans out of the kiss. We both had the same thing in mind. She throws off her shirt. I remove my arms from my one piece cycling suit and push it down to my hips. We embrace each others body. I rubbed all over her soft silky skin. The smell of sweet flowers is all I can smell. Not sure what brand of perfume but it was perfect. I feel her squeeze my shoulders, biceps, chest, abs. It is almost like she is doing a muscle inspection. Wanting to fully comprehend the moment.
I lean her backwards and let my mouth dive right into her breast. “Oh my gosh, I love for my breast to be played with” she moans.
I sucked as much as I could into my mouth. I went from left to right, right to left took about a hard second to suck on each breast. Small aerolas with dots for nipples. They were bright pink which is even sexier on a very pale woman.
I notice that the harder I sucked the louder she moaned. To my surprise I tasted sweet sugar. Possibly still n*rs*ng? Either way I fell directly into euphoria. My mouth aggressively sucked on one breast while my other hand milked and roughly pumped the other. Before I knew it she was screaming and trembling in my lap. First phase of my sex mission accomplished. Getting her off first is critical. Instead of worry about her climaxing I can just go with a natural flow. I finally felt her wet pussy soaking all over me.
Eventually I give her a two minute count to catch her breathe. There does exist over stimulation if a break doesn’t take place after a long orgasm. Being confident in my skills I wait. Listening to her breathe and her passionate sighs.
Right at 120 seconds I stay seated but I flip her backwards to make her legs go up towards my face and her back against my quads. In that position I was able to yank off her pants along with her white with red pooka dot panties. Her bright pink pussy was a sexy innie.
I bring her back up face to face. “Take me to bed” she slowly whispers in my ear.
I pick her up. She straddles my body. We head up to her master bed. She clutches my body as if I am the hero who just saved her from the miserable and torturous life she has lived. I am not too freaked out now knowing her husband doesn’t pay her much attention. Someone has to take care of this beautiful woman and I was up for the job. Once we arrive I drop her onto the bed. I remove my outfit. My cock is normally hard when I am ready to fuck but today it was as hard as steel. I was personally surprised, and the look on her face showed she was astonished.
With me still standing she hops to the edge of the bed, sits up, then snatches my cock with both hands. Hot pre-cum smacks her on the chin. She spits several times on my cock and begins slowly stroking it with both hands. Her hands where small but she figures out how to fit them around my cock. “That feels sooo fucking good.” I say as I let out a deep moans.
The pace of the strokes increases. She’s going to make me cum fast. She wraps her lips around the head of my cock and continued to stroke. Each stroke down I feel the head of my cock engulfed by her mouth. The smacking of her lips on my cock gets louder after each stroke. Spit and cum begins to drown her hands, mouth, and breast. The sensation became so intense I am surprise that I am still standing. Not wanting to cum too fast I snatch away. Then I plop on the bed. I lay on my back, my cock pointing directly at the ceiling.
“Bring your ass to my face” I ordered her.
She sits on my face, 69 position. Her blonde pussy was nicely trimmed. I was surprised by the tightness of her pussy. It appeared to be naturally small. There were no inner lips visible. It looked like the perfect camel toe. The pinkest of her asshole matches her nipples and pussy. Beautiful.. and now it is all mine’s to enjoy.
Faster then I expected the juices from her pussy begin to pour all over my face. The silky white juice tasted and smelled sweet. If was obvious that this girl was unbelievably horny. She was exploding all over my face.
I grabbed her hips and pressed down to have her pussy right in my mouth. I needed to control this flow into my mouth. This pussy was so hot, juicy, and succulent. Right on cue I feel her lips wrap around my cock. The wet velvetness of her mouth pumps up and down on my cock. Her mouth fits onto my cock like a glove.
I wasn’t going to last long in this position. She was sucking my cock with intensity. She was attempting to earn the gold as I could feel the saliva and pre-cum fly every where. It was too much. The strong force of euphoria builds in my body. The sensation felt as if the galaxy was attempting to suck my soul into space. I tried to fight to last a bit longer but her mouth, her pussy, her body over powered me.
When I exploded it felt as if she literally sucked the cum from my balls through my shaft like a straw. She began choking and coughing but still kept sucking. My guess is she is drowning in a gallon of high pressured exploding cum. My body convulses as if I am being electrocuted. I muffle my orgasms expecting the whole neighborhood could hear us.
I fight hard to not pass out from the orgasm. I continue to french kiss the day lights out of her pussy. After sucking every last ounce she sits up and begins grinding her pussy into my face. She screams loud. Loud enough to scare me just a bit. I could feel her whole body quiver from her pussy. She shakes then splats her head down on my cock. She deep throats it one good time to collect any remaining amounts of cum. Next she rolls up and laid her head on my chest. We are both sucking wind, although she purred like a kitten. I eventually relax and let the euphoria continue.
“I never came like that ever!” she said.
“Believe me.. same here.” I responded. “If I am correct you are not in a rush to be any place for at least 36 hours.” I exhaled heavily. “I would love to use as much time as humanly possible to explore every carves of your body.”
“Only on one condition” She said
“What??”
“Let’s go to your house and I am all yours. No way in the world I can cover up so much hot sex in this house.”
“Deal! Were going to need a lot of condoms though.”
We both look at each other and laugh. The fucking that is going to take place over the next day and a half...
Trust me when I say my cock will explore ever ounce of her body.
The End
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