The BBQ
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I had divorced about 5 years ago; my ex having chosen to move to another city in the name of a significant career advancement, before ending up having an affair with a colleague. I blamed myself partly, because I had been reluctant to relocate and uproot myself from the lifestyle and friends. Moreover, being a humble, self-employed central heating technician, I had built up a fairly regular and sufficient client base to afford our home and was not enthusiastic about having to start over in a new city. Fortunately, I managed to keep the house, parting instead with one of my pension funds. Our daughter at 21 being away in university was upset by the divorce but seemed to accept the new future.
At first, being alone, I felt like a fish out of water and lost interest in socializing, but my friends rallied around, and I was soon back, a 45-year-old divorcee, taking my turn at being the social neighbor, hosting the occasional weekend BBQ. Despite the divorce, I regularly worked out to keep in shape, having weights at home and a membership at the local gym, going there whenever time and responsibilities permitted.
The house opposite mine had been up for sale for a while as the family had come into some money following the tragic death of their son in a car accident and had decided to start over in a new part of town; new owners moved in about a month back. They were a young couple in their early 20’s; he was usually a smartly dressed young man, fairly average in his looks in my humble opinion, the kind of guy you’d pass in the aisle at Walmart without a second look. His wife though was quite noticeable, they were clearly a mixed couple, she was slightly younger, I gauged about 22, a petite, lighter-skinned African American, but was distinctive in that she had a really pretty face, framed by long dark hair that hung below her shoulders, with a cute bang, and a slim figure with smallish breasts. She would often wear skirts and a t-shirt for work, so gauging by the bulge in her t-shirts, no more than a 34B with a slender waist and a cute little bubble butt. They both seemed to work and it seemed that he must already be on a decent salary from the car he drove, a late model BWM 3 series, his wife opting for a more modest, pre-owned Ford Fiesta. Invariably they both would leave early on their daily schedule, his wife arriving home around 6 each day, yet he would often return much later and on occasion, would be noticeably absent for several days.
One day, the doorbell rang; it was early, around 8am, so I went to see who had come to the door. The first I saw through the glass was a shadowy figure in a suit. “Mormons”, I thought to myself, ready to tell them it was way too early to be knocking at my door and besides, I wasn’t interested so leave me alone. As it happened, the guy in the suit turned out to be the young man from across the street. Apparently, he had seen my pickup parked outside and seeing that I was a heating engineer. He introduced himself as Dave Robinson and after the usual round of polite exchanges, he explained that his hot water, for some reason, had stopped working and asked me to take a look at it. He told me that his wife, Denise, or rather, he suggested that since we were neighbors, I call her Deni and not Mrs. Robinson, and that she would be staying home all day so he hoped I would find time to take a look. Keen to get a closer look at the young lady, I of course agreed. The whole conversation was somewhat brief, and he sped off to work. He seemed to be a reasonable young man.
I went back and had another cup of coffee, but since I actually had no appointments that day, I decided to call over the road and see what the problem was. I grabbed my tool bag from the truck and on arriving at the front door, duly rang the bell.
A few moments later, Deni opened the door, dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and simple, white t-shirt.
“Good morning Mrs. Robinson, I’m Gary Stevenson from across the street, how are you today?... your husband Dave told me you are having a problem with your hot water, so I came to take a look. How are you today?”
“Oh, call me Deni, all my friends call me that. I’m fine thanks. You?” She seemed a little nervous, no doubt still unfamiliar without really having the chance to get to know each other.
She opened the door wider and invited me in.
Up close, she looked adorably cute, a petite little thing, maybe only 5’ 4”, deep brown eyes, an endearing smile, and a somewhat bouncy personality. Her voice soft and almost childlike. I instantly took a liking to her. I couldn’t help but glance down to check out her t-shirt. Her bra clearly visible, I reconfirmed in my mind that she was at most a 32B, perfect given her small proportions. As she made her way down the passage to show me the way to the basement, not that I needed her to, I glanced her little bubble butt swaying and almost got an erection at the thought of tapping that. The soft scent of her perfume lingered in the air. Her husband sure was a lucky guy.
“Thanks, I’ll take it from here” I volunteered and descended the stairs.
The water heater was quite an old but popular model in these houses, so I was familiar with it and immediately sensed the problem. The thermocouple for the pilot light had gone. I went back upstairs and called out to Deni.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, need to get a part, ‘think I have one in my truck”
A voice from upstairs filtered through the thin walls, “ok, leave the door open, and let yourself back in Mr. Stevenson, I’m just changing”.
“Call me Gary” I shouted back, stepping out to go to my truck. I searched through the various parts and brick-a-brac that cluttered the back of my truck and found what I was looking for. Returning moments later I made my way back down to the basement and soon had it the replacement part in place. Deni appeared at the top of the stairs and came down to see how I was doing. I smiled. She was wearing a pale whitish pink colored summer dress adorned with a small white floral print and little puffy short sleeves. The hemline came down to mid-thigh.
“All done” I said with a smile.
“Wow! That was fast” she replied.
I suggested to her that she go up to the kitchen and run some hot water to test that it was all working. She scampered off and up the stairs, the skirt part of her dress flopping up and down with each step. I couldn’t help but glance at her slender brown legs contrasting against the light color of the dress and as the skirt puffed out and bounced up; it afforded me a view of the little white panties she was wearing, albeit for only a few seconds but long enough for me to get instantly hard.
I stayed in the basement long enough to check that the burner fired up correctly and made my way up to the kitchen. She was smiling happily and reached on the countertop for her purse.
“What do I owe you?” she asked politely
“Not a thing… what are neighbors for, if not to lend a hand when needed?” I responded rhetorically. Actually, getting to see her up close and those slender legs of hers going up to those little white panties was payment enough for the short amount of time that it took me.
“How about a coffee?” she asked.
I accepted her invitation and she busied herself making a new brew. I took a seat at the kitchen table and we started casually chatting. She was quite the little chatterbox. I learned that she was only 21 and her husband Dave was 25. She worked at a nearby primary school and her husband worked for a software development company. After the coffee, which had been most welcome, I headed back over the road to my home.
That evening around 7:30pm the doorbell chimed again and when I went to check, there was Dave again, a bottle of wine in hand.
“Hi Mr Stevenson, I just wanted to say thank you for fixing the water heater… I hope you drink wine”.
“You’re both very welcome” I said accepting the bottle
“Care to join me in a glass?”
“No, I better get back, Deni has got dinner ready”
“Nice young lady”, I commented
“Yes, she’s very sweet… great with kids but usually shy with people she doesn’t know” he volunteered somewhat unnecessarily.
“Hey, I’m hosting a BBQ this weekend, we get together alternate weekends and this coming weekend it’s my turn… just people from the community and friends from down the street ‘will be a great chance for you both to get to know everyone”. I mentally crossed my fingers hoping he’d drag his little wife with him and pondered over the idea of her in a bikini.
“That would be great… sure thing… thanks for the invitation”
“See you Saturday night then”
I could tell he was edging to get home, so we said our goodbyes and I closed the door behind me.
The rest of the week passed by smoothly, after making responding to several repair calls, I set about getting in some supplies for the upcoming BBQ, steaks, ground beef to make burgers, hot dogs, several cases of beer, wine for the ladies, and sodas for the youngsters, and some extra spirits.
Saturday came around, and as usual, whenever it was my turn, I got busy with my BBQ routine, setting out extra tables and chairs around the pool. People slowly started to arrive, the women invariably bringing along some extra supplies, kids already in their swimsuits entertained themselves in the pool. The neighbors were mostly around my age, give or take five to ten years mostly with grown kids away in university or old enough to not be interested in hanging with the adult scene. That meant most of the kids were youngish teens and although I felt some guilt, I admit that I enjoyed voyeuristically watching the girls frolicking in the pool wearing nothing but skimpy bikinis. Invariably though, we enjoyed our get-togethers and the warm summer months were ideal, the sun not going down until 8, leaving behind a warm evening glow.
The guys had already cracked a few beers open, and I was busy cooking by the time Dave and Deni arrived. Dave was more casual than I was used to seeing him, wearing a pair of tan shorts and a white polo shirt, but my eyes were drawn mostly to Deni; she looked absolutely gorgeous. She had a light pink flowy skirt that hung to her calf, trimmed with white lace on the hem, and a figure hugging white, round-necked t-shirt that clung to her small breasts. Her hair was down and evidently freshly washed from the shiny appearance. There was something different and distinctive about Deni’s fresh look and I found myself becoming increasingly attracted to her. I greeted them warmly and handed Dave a beer, while the wives huddled around Deni, to welcome her into our group, immediately handing her a glass of white wine. Deni seemed a little uncomfortable being the sudden center of attention but seemed to be coping with it.
The party progressed through the evening, the food flying off my grill as fast as I could cook it, the kids consuming an abundant quantity of hot dogs, shivering slightly as they lined up dripping wet from the pool before devouring the food and jumping back in. The guys kept the drinks flowing, as did the wives and before long everyone was well lubricated. Even demure Deni was giggly. Dave had certainly lost his initially perceived stuffiness after consuming more than a few beers and Deni seemed have lost track of what she had drunk as the wives kept her glass topped up.
It was common during these get-togethers for people to bring along a contribution to the supplies and this occasion was no exception. Bowls of potato salad, mac and cheese, a bottle of wine, and even the odd bottle of high-strength tequila was not uncommon. This occasion was no exception and after everyone had eaten their fill, we relaxed, lounging around to chat.
After eating, it was common for a joint to be lit up and passed around, and today was no exception. One of the guys, Brian, along with his wife Anne, who always had been a bit of a pothead couple, had brought along a couple of trays of chocolate brownies, one of which was immediately demolished by the kids. The other, he kept a more protective eye over. Not surprisingly, I suspected these were laced with pot. He lit up a tote and passed it around, most of us taking a drag. Dave was more than willing to join in, but Deni absolutely refused. She seemed to be edging to get home when surprisingly, Anne cajoled her into eating one of her private brownies. Deni innocently accepted and munched her way through it, only to further surprise everyone by asking for a second.
After a couple of hours of jokes and friendly banter, those with kids made their excuses and left early, eventually dwindling down to Me, Brian, Anne, Dave, Deni, and two other couples sitting around in a small circle. Dave was quietly dozing, on the brink of falling fully asleep, presumably resulting from his excess of beer, good food, and his increasingly relaxed mood from the joints, while Deni seemed to be just starting to experience the effect of the brownies, manifested in spontaneous bouts of giggles for no apparent reason. A short while later, Brian and Anne decided it was time to go too and were saying their goodbyes, which prompted the other two couples to get ready to leave too.
Perhaps it was the effect of the joint, but as I returned to my chair, I impulsively picked up a rather large water gun that one of the kids presumably had inadvertently left behind. It was full of water and aiming it directly at Deni, squeezed the trigger. A long jet of water arced through the air and splattered Deni in the chest. She shrieked, her arms flailing wildly, trying to defend herself against the unexpected assault, followed almost immediately by uncontrolled hysterical laughter. I squeezed the trigger a second time, scoring a direct hit on her tits. As she continued to laugh, I couldn’t help but notice that her wet t-shirt had become quite transparent, revealing a small white bra, but even more noticeable were her dark, erect nipples that I could quite clearly make out. I was instantly hard. Deni was oblivious to this, so encouraged by her laughter, I hit her several more times. In the end, the front of her t-shirt was completely soaked.
Having satisfied by childish urge, I decided it was time and probably best that i got them safely home too. Neither of them could hold it together, Dave was quite wobbly on his legs and Deni had significant trouble even staying upright. After several failed attempts, I managed to get both on their feet and supported them with an arm around each, with Dave’s arm around my neck. Dave was quite heavy but was better able to walk than poor Deni. Fortunately, she was a lightweight in comparison. As I wrapped my arm around her back, my hand cupped one of her breasts. I could definitely feel her hard nipple in the palm of my hand. Rather haphazardly, we worked our way to the front and across the street to her front door. Deni fumbled for her keys, laughing each time as she tried to insert it into the lock. I couldn’t help because both hands were fully occupied, and I was not about to let go of her tit as by now my finger was working on her nipple through her t-shirt and bra.
Eventually, after several failed attempts, she somehow managed to unlock the door and we more or less stumbled inside.
“Come on, I’ll help you get Dave up to bed”, I offered, still being the mostly sober one.
Getting the two of them safely up the stairs was a challenge, but we made it and I dumped Dave the pair of them on top of the bed. Dave was mumbling his thanks, while Deni lay on the bed giggling, but seemed to swiftly to fall into a deep sleep. I slipped his shoes off and turned my attention to Deni. She was still awake, but her eyes were quite glazed.
Sometimes I think that weed really does lower our inhibitions because I impulsively said to her “let me help you out of those wet things”, to which she did her best to sit up and held her arms up over her head.
I couldn’t resist and grabbing the base of her shirt pulled it up over her head and arms, tossing it to the floor. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet, embracing her, I unhooked her little white bra behind her back and lowered the straps off her shoulders, letting it slip to the floor. I pulled her tightly against me and kissed her deeply, my tongue penetrating her lips, searching hers. She pushed against my chest, resisting, but she was definitely in no state to put up much of a fight. My hand reached for her exposed tits and I marveled at how firm but soft they were and how hard her nipples were. In that moment, all rational thought left. She punched at my chest, but in her intoxicated state she neither had the strength, nor wherewithal to do much. I continued to kiss her, squeezing her breasts and as I pinched her nipples, I sensed a slight moan.
Still holding her tightly to me, I started to kiss her neck, she had goosebumps on her arms and her breathing deepened slightly.
“no, Gary, no, please don’t”
“Stop, please Gary, please… Mr Stevenson, please no, stop”
Her voice soft, quiet, but serious.
I kept a firm grip on her back, holding her torso tightly against me, kissing her as I lowered my hand and my fingers worked to ruffle up the fabric of her skirt. As soon as it was far enough up her legs, I slipped my arm under the skirt and rubbed her pubic area through her panties, her pussy and clitoris easy to discern. Feeling my fingers on her pussy, she pushed back harder, albeit in a futile attempt to dissuade me; I could tell she was getting increasingly horny.
Again, she pushed against me, her hand gripping my forearm, trying to press it down away from her pussy. Between breaths she kept repeating “no, stop, please Gary, I don’t… I can’t… I’m married… stop… don’t do this”. Tears were in her eyes and one trickled down her cheeks.
I slipped my fingers inside her panties and was surprised to find her pubic area had only the thinnest whisp of pubic hair. I found her clitoris and played with it tenderly, circling, flicking it gently, rubbing it. Deni’s moans became more discernible, her pussy lips noticeably wetter as I inserted a finger inside her. She was tight, even for my finger, but her wetness enabled me to slide in easily. Her body was on fire and craving sex.
I turned her to face the bed and forced her down firmly, so that her knees were on the floor and her torso was flat against the bed, one hand sufficient to hold her small body in place. With my spare hand I lifted her skirt up over her exposed back, revealing her cute little bubble butt, now covered only by a thin pair of soft white cotton panties that contrasted against her naturally darker skin, the front of her skirt hanging over the bed to the floor. I held her in place with one hand firmly gripping the back of her neck, before lowering my zipper and unfastening my pants, enabling them to slide down my legs to my ankles. I released my raging cock through the opening in my boxer shorts and it immediately sprang to attention. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and pumped it steadily until frothy white pre-cum built up on the tip, a glob hung down, starting to form a strand. Deni was twisting her head, wriggling, her hands grasping at the bed covers, trying desperately to claw herself away from me, but I had a tight hold of her. She grabbed hold of Dave’s shoulder and shook him vigorously.
“Dave, Dave, wake up, for god’s sake wake up” she called out futilely; He managed a murmur but Dave was well out of it.
With one hand holding down the back of her neck, my other pulled the gusset of her panties to the side and moved so I could rub the tip of my cock against her pussy lips, lubricating both with a mixture of her own wetness and my pre-cum.
I pushed forward trying to get the engorged swollen head inside her; the entrance to her pussy was almost virginally tight. I pushed harder with my hips and I heard Deni take a large gasp of air as the head parted her opening and popped inside. Another firm push and a couple of inches managed to force their way inside. She was incredibly tight, but our fluids helped me stretch her open. Deni started to cry. I pulled back slightly and pushed my hips forward again, sinking in still further. Bit by bit I eased myself inside her, the walls of her pussy gripping my cock like an undersized glove.
I bottomed out, still leaving an inch outside, and started to gently stroke in and out, her lubrication flowing faster. The feeling of being inside her was incredible. It had been too long since I had been inside a woman, and Deni’s petite frame and youthfulness just felt like nothing else. I figured that Dave was probably the only guy she’d ever been with and I wanted a piece of her, needed a piece of her. Rational thought had left for the evening.
I continued to fuck her, my strokes getting faster and felt her starting to stretch to accommodate my full size. As ridiculous as it seems, for a brief moment, my mind pondered the absurd notion of whether I could fuck her so deep that I could get a blow job at the same time, but this was just a fleeting fantasy.
My imagination returned to a minimum of normality when I realized Deni was no longer crying and struggling. Instead, she was whimpering and moaning. I eased the pressure of my hand on the back of her neck and instead of trying to escape, she remained there, her hands in tight fists, tightly grasping the bed cover. Her back was heaving, her breathing deepened, and suddenly I felt her pussy spasming around my cock, clenching it tighter as she orgasmed; fluids flooded out of her pussy. To feel her orgasm on my cock was a sensation like nothing I had ever felt before.
I decided to take a risk and rolled her onto her back. She lay there looking up at me with bewilderment in her eyes, her hair now matted hung either side, tear stains streaked her cheeks, but her face was so different than i had expected; not angry, not detached, her mouth partly open. Far from detaching herself from the nightmare of being forced, she was engaged, staring dreamily into my eyes.
Her little tits were so perfect, small but perfectly shaped and proportioned to her body, the skin slightly paler than the rest of her face and neck, dark brown nipples, surprisingly large were swollen and erect, rose and fell with her breathing. Her skinny little abdomen, with her flat, almost concave stomach, made me think that I could wrap my two large hands around it and get them to meet in the middle.
I kept fucking her, slowly, deliberately, steadily, with long strokes. Each time that I pushed in her eyes would widen, gazing into mine, her whimpering becoming more intense. She gasped and closed her eyes as another orgasm swept over her. She remained there, twitching, with her eyes closed for several moments. She turned her head, briefly glancing at her husband’s sleeping form before returning her gaze to me, laying there almost in innocence, compliant, accepting me being inside her.
I bent lower and took one of her perfect nipples into my lips, sucking it, nibbling, suckling on her, causing yet another whimper to escape from her lips. I turned my attention to her other breast, and then took almost her entire breast into my mouth, my tongue flicking and massaging her nipple. I pushed in deep and she whimpered loudly.
She started saying things quietly, almost indiscernible, “oh my god, oh my god”
I pulled back and took hold of her ankles with both hands, raising them over my shoulders before leaning forward again, bending her almost in two, letting me sink even deeper into her.
Deni cried out, her head rocking from side to side before gasping for air. I pushed into her hard, making sure she felt every inch of my cock as yet another orgasm overwhelmed her body, leaving her shaking.
Her hand reached up and she entwined her fingers in my hair as if to silently signal enough, but I kept going. Instead, I picked up the pace, my strokes becoming more urgent, when suddenly she must have realized that I was about to cum. She started saying stuff to me.
“No… stop, please don’t cum in me… please… please, not inside”
A look of fear was in her face and I knew the risk, but I was desperate for release. I pounded her pussy hard, trying not to shake the bed so hard that I woke her husband from his intoxicated slumber, but to be honest, by that point, he was the least of my concerns. My balls were full and it had been years since I had felt the joy of being inside a woman and many more since I had felt someone as young and tight as Deni. The instinctual call of nature overwhelmed reason. The hard pounding her pussy was receiving was clearly overwhelming for Deni and she erupted into an intensely powerful orgasm, her juices squirting, soaking her panties and skirt, spraying my thighs. The way her tight little pussy clamped down and milked my cock was too much for me and despite her pleas, I pushed inside hard and erupted inside her. Seemingly endless pulses of cum shot inside, squelching out around the lips of her pussy. I was shuddering, almost completely out of breath, my cock buried deep inside her, pulsing, twitching, emptying whatever few drops remained in my shaft. The intensity of my own orgasm left my legs shaking, my breathing hard; I collapsed on top of her, my semi-erect cock remaining inside.
We remained locked together in complete silence for several minutes, except for the sound of our breathing, although to me, it felt like an eternity. I raised myself up on my arms and looked into her face. She gazed back at me, silent, her eyes blinking, her face set in a look that conveyed a mix of fear and bewilderment, like a deer caught in the bright glow of car headlights. Her only movement being as her arms went to cover her exposed breasts.
I felt myself soften and as I withdrew, I looked down to see her partly gaping pussy, her panties sliding partially back across half covering her pussy. A trickle of cum seeped out, wetting the edge of the gusset before trickling down her ass and dripping onto the back of her skirt. Rational thought started to find its way back into my mind, replacing intoxication and lust with the reality that I had just fucked my neighbor’s young wife. The guilt, ramifications, and all the possible consequences that were no doubt, soon about to follow, became a constant internal dialog inside my mind.
Deni remained there on her back, motionless, speechless, eyes still blinking as I tucked myself back in my boxer shorts and pulled up my pants. I headed for the bedroom door and was just about to flick the light off when I looked back at her semi naked body lying on the bed. She was staring at the ceiling, her mind clearly elsewhere. She still had the most perfect body in my eyes.
I flicked off the bedroom light and headed back across the street to my own home. I finally lay in bed that night, but it was impossible to sleep; my mind continued to debate what had happened and pondered how soon I should expect the police at my door. -->
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