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A Few Months Ago
By Grant50
A few months ago my wife and I had to go out of town to
settle some business. Her elderly aunt had passed away and
left her as her sole survivor. We expected to be gone about
ten days. My wife has a number of exotic plants in the
house. Not wishing to come home and find them dead, she
arranged with our next-door neighbor Bobby to come in and
water them. Bobby, who was home from college on a break,
seemed to be a pretty typical young guy, although he was a
bit small in stature and had kind of long hair.
As it turned out, things went pretty well with settling the
estate and my wife didn't really need my help after a few
days. I decided to return home and get started on doing
some things around our own house. I left early in the
morning, thinking I would just pop next door and tell Bobby
I was back, and pay him for his work.
As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that the front
door was ajar a little bit. I commented to myself about the
irresponsibility of college kids and made a mental note to
lecture Bobby about the matter when I saw him. Upon
entering the house, however, I heard music playing, and I
realized that Bobby must have come over to water the
plants.
I came up the stairs into the living area, expecting to see
Bobby up there watering the plants. To my surprise, he
wasn't up there or our on the enclosed porch either. Now I
was really steamed, thinking that he had left the door
open, the stereo playing, and had gone home.
Walking down the hall to the bedroom, I noticed that the
door was open slightly, which I thought was odd because I
remembered closing it as we left. There were no plants to
water in the bedroom. Approaching the door I saw a flicker
of a shadow pass in the narrow opening. I had a flash that
Bobby was in there, possibly looking for something to
steal, like my wife's jewelry or something like that, and I
quietly moved the rest of the distance to a point where I
could see in, hopefully without being observed, trying to
catch him in the act.
What I saw at that point was completely unexpected. Bobby
was in there, all right, but it seemed that instead of
going through my wife's jewelry, he had been concentrating
on her clothes closet. Bobby was wearing a turquoise tank
top along with a tight pair of white shorts; on his feet
were a pair of white high-heeled sandals. He was apparently
checking himself out in the floor-length mirror on the
closet door. I watched him walk back and forth, stopping
occasionally and posing with one hand on his hip, them
turning to get a good view of his ass in the tight shorts.
After a minute, he slid one hand down the back of his
shorts, and ran his finger along the line of the ass crack.
He ran his other hand across the front of the tank top and
the twin little bumps there. He actually looked pretty
good, and I was starting to get turned on by the sexy
modeling. I went back to my bag, which I had left in the
living room for my camera, thinking a picture of this would
come in handy.
I stole back down the hall to the bedroom, where Bobby was
still strutting his stuff. I had thought I might be able to
get a couple of pictures before he realized I was there,
but I forgot to turn off the flash. I took one shot of him.
By now, he had unzipped the pants, loosening them enough
for him to be able to slide a finger down the back and into
his ass. As he turned to check that pose out in the mirror,
the flash went off. Bobby almost jumped out of the sandals.
At that point, I threw open the door. Feigning more outrage
than I actually felt, I demanded an explanation from Bobby
for the goings on.
Fear flitted over his face; he seemed to think that I might
hit him, or something. He tried to make up some story about
a costume party he was going to and how he thought that he
might find something to borrow; he was sorry he didn't ask
me first, etc. He was shaking so hard I thought he might
faint. I decided to calm him down, stating that I wasn't
going to hurt him. He begged me not to tell his parents
about what he was doing. In truth, he looked so cute
standing there in the tight clothes and the sandals that I
was starting to get hard. I had a sudden urge to grab him
and kiss him, but I didn't act on it. Still playing the
outraged neighbor, I told him to change back into his own
clothes, and that I would decide what to do about this
situation. I went back into the living room, leaving him to
change. A few minutes later, he came out, dressed in his
own clothes, with a sheepish expression on his face, and
asked me what I had decided to do. I was a little confused
myself, so I told him that I would have to think about it
and that he would have to come back that night and we would
discuss it. I reminded him that I had a photo of him
dressed up, in case he was planning to deny anything.
Bobby was unaware of this, but we have a security video
that clicks on when there is motion in the area of the
enclosed back porch, and then runs for a few minutes. I ran
it back and sat down to watch. Bobby soon appeared on the
camera. As I suspected, while he was dressed in his own
clothes in the first few sequences, shortly thereafter,
items from my wife's wardrobe began to appear. As I
watched, Bobby paraded by the video camera wearing a series
of cute outfits, including a leather miniskirt with a
leopard pattern blouse, a tight red cocktail dress, and,
best of all, a black bra, panties, and garter belt with
sheer black stockings. The last outfit was so hot that I
pulled out my prick and jerked on it while Bobby strutted
across the screen in the sexy lingerie. It took only a few
pulls before I shot my load. After that, I took the tape
out and replaced it with a new one. I then spent the rest
of the afternoon unpacking and going through the mail.
I had told Bobby to come back at 7:00. At about 6:45, I
went into the bedroom and located the black lingerie I had
seen in the video, and set it out on the bed. I went into
the kitchen, found a bottle of wine and two glasses, took
them into the living room, and sat down. By 7:15, Bobby
still hadn't shown up, and I was wondering if he was going
to just take his chances that I wouldn't tell his parents.
A minute later, however, there was a knock at the door. I
opened it and found Bobby standing there. He was wearing
typical college guy clothes, and trying to act nonchalant,
stating he was back as I had asked, and was wondering what
I had decided.
I told Bobby that I had found additional things to consider
since the afternoon and told him to follow me. With a
questioning look on his face, he followed me down the hall
to the bedroom. I turned and showed him the lingerie on the
bed, and told him that before I decided anything, he was
going to have to get dressed up in it. He started getting
scared again, protesting that he didn't know what was going
on. At that point, I told him that I knew that the outfit I
had found him in earlier was not the first one he had tried
on, and I said that if he was going to parade around in my
wife's clothes, he ought to at least show me how they
looked on him.
He looked down at the lingerie on the bed, then at the
floor, and quietly said, "Okay, if that's what you want."
I left him alone and went back to the living room, where I
poured two glasses of wine. About 20 minutes went by, which
seemed like more time then he needed to get changed. I was
starting to think that maybe he had popped the window and
snuck out, when the bedroom door opened and he stepped out.
At the first sight of him my heart started pounding. Not
only was he wearing the bra, panties, garter belt and
stockings I had laid out, but he had added a sheer black
robe which only came down to about the tops of the
stockings, and through which the lingerie was clearly
visible. On his feet was a pair of black high-heeled
slippers, with feathers on the toes. He had put on a little
bit of makeup, including some eye shadow and lip gloss, and
had even daubed a little bit of perfume on. His long hair
had been brushed out and styled just a bit.
As I struggled to catch my breath, he said, "Well, you
wanted to see how I looked in this outfit, so I thought I'd
give you the whole show."
He told me to sit down and he'd model for me. I sat down on
the loveseat, while he paraded back and forth. His ass
moved seductively as he placed one leg in front of the
other and looked at me with a pouting expression on his
face. In short order I developed a massive boner.
Attempting to reassert some control over the situation, I
told him that while the show was very nice, he had come
over for a serious discussion, and I motioned to him to
join me on the loveseat.
He took several steps over, stopping right in front of me
for a minute to adjust the clasp holding one of the
stockings to the garter belt, and then smoothing out the
stocking top. After teasing me for a minute, he joined me
on the loveseat, placing himself about six inches away from
me.
At that point, he noticed the wine. "Do you always serve
wine when you're having a serious discussion?" he asked, a
little smile playing over his face.
"It depends on the nature of the discussion." I said, and
handed him his glass of wine.
We began talking about things in general, like what he was
studying in college, what kind of music he listened to, and
things like that. I got up to pour a second glass of wine,
and then sat down about three inches away from him. At this
point, we were both starting to feel the effects of the
alcohol and the sexy situation. He seemed to be getting
progressively less masculine. His voice was getting softer,
and he was gesturing with his hand and wrist in a feminine
manner and occasionally giggling when he made a point.
After our glasses were emptied for the second time, I
started to stand to get a refill, but he stopped me saying,
"No, let me do it this time."
After filling our glasses about half full, he sat back
down, but now his leg was right up against mine. Holding my
glass in one hand, I let the other fall on his stocking-
covered left. He continued talking as though nothing was
happening, however. I decided to start taking a little
initiative. Putting my glass down on the table behind the
couch, I turned slightly toward him. With my right hand, I
started exploring his legs, feeling the smooth stockings,
and playing with the garter straps. He didn't protest, so I
slid my left hand underneath his robe and began feeling him
up through the filmy bra. He didn't have much inside it;
just a pair of A-cups, but the little nipples were pretty
stiff. While my hands were busy feeling his legs and tits,
his left hand slowly drifted over to the bulge in my pants.
Any thought I had that this was an accident changed when he
began rubbing the back of his hand up and down my bulge.
I decided to go a bit further and kissed him on the cheek.
He turned and looked at me expectantly, parting his lips
slightly. I seized the opportunity and lightly grazed his
lips with mine. His lips parted a little bit more, which I
took as an invitation. I kissed him fully and slid my
tongue between his lips into his mouth. His hot tongue was
waiting and ready, and I rubbed my tongue against his,
savoring its wetness and softness. I was feeling sensations
I had never felt before. We continued to play with our
tongues in each other's mouths while I felt him up and he
rubbed my bulge, and I almost thought I was going to shoot
in my pants.
After a few minutes he broke the kiss and pulled away a
little bit. "Well, have you given any further thought to
our little secret?" he asked, again with that little smile
playing across his face.
I looked back at him with what I hoped was a solemn
expression, and said, "Um, I've been thinking about it, and
I don't really see why anybody else needs to hear about
this. It seems like this would be a good thing to keep
between the two of use, as other people might get the wrong
idea. In fact, I'm really sorry about getting angry at you
earlier in the day, but I've been under a lot of stress
with the family problems we've been having."
At that, he put his hands on the sides of my face. Pulling
me toward him, he kissed me deeply, then pulled away,
smiled, and said, "You should have told me. I have a
perfect cure for stress."
He reached over and unbuttoned my shorts, then pulled the
zipper down. Reaching inside, he fished out my cock. He
looked at if for a minute and cooed, "Oh, it's really big!"
Encircling it with his soft hand, he began moving up and
down the shaft, caressing it gently yet firmly. After a
minute, he kissed me again, his tongue slithering into my
mouth and mimicking the up and down motions of his hand on
my dick. I figured he was going to jack me off and closed
me eyes to lose myself in the fantastic feeling. However,
after another couple of minutes, he stopped the kissing and
let go of my dick. I opened my eyes, wondering what was
happening. I didn't have to wonder too long.
He stood up, saying, "Now you're really going to get it,"
he unfastened the sheer robe, letting it fall to the floor.
He then positioned himself in front of me and got on his
knees.
He tugged my shorts and briefs off and flung them to the
side of the loveseat. Spreading my legs apart, he began
kissing me on my calves and then moved slowly up to my
crotch. Upon arriving there, he lifted up my ball sac and
gently kissed the area just underneath. Then his tongue
snaked out and began lathering my balls with a slow but
steady circular motion.
After a few minutes he left my balls and moved his tongue
to the base of my dick. He gave it a couple of quick licks
and then began tracing up and down the length of the shaft
with his little pink tongue. When he got to the head, he
swirled around the tip a couple of times and then went back
to licking the shaft. Meanwhile, with his hand he cradled
my ball sac and gently tickled the sensitive area between
the sac and my asshole. Each time he did the swirling
routine, I got more turned on. It seemed like I would
explode, but before I could, he would move back down to
gently lick up and down the shaft, and on a couple of
occasions, going back to the ball sac. The sight of him
kneeling before me clad in a bra, panties, garter belt,
stockings, and heels, while working on my dick, was making
me dizzy with excitement. I especially enjoyed the view I
got from time to time of his garter-framed ass moving
gently to and fro. I had a brief vision of my dick buried
to the hilt in that sexy ass, with him moaning and begging
me to fuck him silly.
Each time he returned to lick the head, he seemed to give
it a little bit more attention. Now, instead of just
swirling his tongue around the head and licking the slit,
he began sliding more of the shaft in and out of his mouth,
while playing with my balls. I was starting to go crazy at
this point and practically begged him to keep mouthfucking
me. Finally, he began to concentrate completely on the
shaft, sliding it in and out of his mouth, his head bobbing
up and down. I felt almost disembodied, as if nothing in
the world existed but my prick and his mouth.
I felt the rush of inevitability and then, starting to
shoot, yelled out, "Shit, I'm coming! Swallow my load, you
little bitch!"
He pulled up slightly, keeping the first inch or two of my
dick in his mouth while licking the underside with his
tongue. Spurt after spurt of hot spunk shot into his mouth.
I shot so much and so hard I almost expected to see it
shoot out of his ears. He gamely swallowed mouthful after
mouthful, until my nuts were completely drained.
After a minute, he eased my prick out of his mouth and
lightly rubbed the tip over his full lips. I motioned to
him to climb up on my lap. Releasing my dick, he clambered
aboard and put his arms around me, nuzzling my neck.
I held him with my left arm; with my right hand I gently
rubbed his soft belly between the garter belt and the top
of his panties. He murmured softly about how good his tummy
felt.
"Oh, you like having your tummy rubbed?" I asked.
"I do", he said, "but I was really talking about how good
the inside of my tummy feels with all your man juice
inside. It feels so good to be in your big strong arms. I'm
scared to be along next door. Can I stay with you tonight?"
"Of course you can," I said, "in fact, it might be a good
idea if you moved in until your parents get back."
I moved my hand down from his belly to the little bulge in
his panties. After rubbing the outside a little, causing
him to moan and sight, I slid my hand underneath and found
his little dick. He started to writhe gently in my lap and
kiss me softly on the neck, while I stroked him up and
down. He continued to let out little moans.
In a few minutes, I heard him murmur, "Oh shit, oh fuck!"
and at that moment his little dick exploded and filled my
hands with a load of sticky come.
I brought my hand up to his lips and he licked it clean,
giggling a little. I asked him what was so funny, and he
said, "Oh nothing, I was just thinking about what might
happen when my girl juice meets your man juice in my
tummy."
Bobby stayed over that night, changing into a pink babydoll
nightie with cute pink panties with lace trim for the
evening. The panties only stayed on part of the night,
though. My wife called the next day and said that she had
decided to stay a bit longer to visit and wrap up things.
Feigning disappointment, I said okay.
For the next week, Bobby moved in and took over for my
wife. I would come home from work and he would meet me at
the door wearing a different outfit. One night it was the
hot leather miniskirt with black pumps and a white tank
top; another night it was a more demure yellow sundress
with brown sandals. He would have dinner ready, and we
would sit down to eat, the sexual tension building; I would
feel up his legs under the table and he would rub my bulge.
As you can imagine, supper was usually rushed, and we would
head for the bedroom.
On our last night together, he put on the red cocktail
dress and I took him out to dinner at a fancy restaurant.
If anybody suspected anything, they didn't let one. He blew
me in the car on the way home, this time not catching it
all in his mouth; some of it got in his hair. We've only
been able to get together a couple of times since then, but
it's always been great.
Tamera
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