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Next door neighbors #1
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NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS
Several years ago the widow next door moved to an apartment in
North Springs, leaving her house vacant for about 6 months as she tried
to sell it. I kept the lawn mowed and checked to make sure that no one
broke in and damaged it. Finally a divorced mother of two teenagers
bought the house and moved in one week when my wife and I were on
vacation. When we returned home from our vacation it was about 2:00
a.m. and both the houses were dark. After sleeping late, I went to the
shed in the back and got the mower, intending to cut both yards since
they hadn't been cut in a week.
I pushed the mower into the backyard next door and was about to
start the motor when a blond woman wearing a bikini top and short
shorts came out of the sliding door in the basement and asked me what I
was doing in her backyard. That was my introduction to Stacy. As I
explained that I had been gone for a week and that I had been keeping
the yard cut I had a chance to give my new neighbor more than a once
over. She was about 35 (actually she was 36 I found out later), 5' 6"
in height, and weighed about 115 pounds. She was very tanned and her
stomach was flat and her legs trim, a result of her participation in
ALTA. While not large, her breasts firmly pushed against the bright
yellow bikini top and I could see just the hint of the soft white
underside of her breast under the band.
About that time my wife came to the back yard wondering why she
hadn't heard the mower start and we had re-introductions all around.
We went into her house and, over a cold beer, found out that she was a
native of Atlanta (having grown up in Buckhead) and that she had two
teenaged children, a daughter of 18 and a son of 14. She and her ex-
husband had just gone through an unpleasant divorce and she had almost
nothing good to say about him. As I was finishing my beer, her
daughter Tracy walked onto the porch wearing only thin satin baby doll
pajamas with her nipples tracing lines in the green fabric. As she
stretched, her arms raised and the pajamas rose up so that her stomach
was exposed and I could see light brown hairs escaping from the crotch
of her panties. As Tracy walked into the kitchen, I had to re-adjust
my position to hide my growing erection.
Leaving the two women talking and catching up on all their mutual
friends, I went back to the yard and started cutting the grass. After
finishing with Stacy's yards I cut my own, starting in the front and
ending in my own backyard. As I started the mower, I noticed Tracy
lying face down on a chaise lounge wearing only the bottoms of a thong-
style bikini. As I watched, she reached down and took the bottle of
sun tan lotion and let it drip on her exposed ass. Putting the bottle
back on the grass, her hands went behind and began to rub the slippery
oil into her skin, her buttocks gleaming in the sun light. In spite of
my now solid erection, I started the mower and began to cut my yard,
but I must admit that I walked much slower when I was moving in her
direction.
When I finished the yard and had just put the mower away, Tracy
came out of the house carrying another cold beer. I watched the sway
of her hips and the gentle bob of her breasts as she walked toward me.
Just as she got to me, she stepped on something sharp and stumbled into
me, her slick skin rubbing against my sweaty chest as my hands went
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around her instinctively to keep her from falling. As she stood there
rubbing her hurt foot, her breasts were firmly pressed into my chest
and her thigh was inserted between my legs, rubbing on my crotch.
After what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, she put
her leg down and stepped back, looking deep into my eyes as she handed
me the beer, her fingers lingering on mine for an extended period of
time.
"I though you might like this," she said as her fingers continued
to stroke mine. My only confusion was what she thought I might like:
the beer or the feel of her young body. As I thanked her, she turned
and walked back to her chaise, her buttocks naked except for the thin
white strip that went down the crack of her ass. By now I had a
complete, raging erection that I couldn't hide, even under my Levis.
As she got to the chaise, she turned her head and looked at me over one
shoulder as she reached back and untied the bikini top, holding it with
her hands as she again lay on her stomach, the firmness of her white
breasts compacted and pressing out from her body.
When my wife finally got home, I was just getting out of the shower
and was drying off. She sat on the bed and talked about our new
neighbor and all her problems. When she got around to talking about
Tracy, my cock started to thicken and rise as pulsations of pleasure
ran through my crotch. I walked up to her, took her hand, and put it
on my cock. "You've got to be kidding!" she exclaimed. "It's the
middle of the day and we just got back from vacation. Besides, I've
already made the beds and I'm getting hungry. Put some clothes on and
let's go to Rio Bravo for lunch." And that was that!
Over the next several months we got to know Stacy even better. She
would play her tennis matches and then come over and sit on our porch
talking with my wife. Sometimes she would stay until after dinner
time, drinking beer and laughing with my wife about some nonsense some
of their friends had gotten into. Usually I would join them on the
porch and I enjoyed watching Stacy's trim legs under her short tennis
skirt and the outline of her breasts under the bodice of her dress, but
sometimes I got upset that we didn't have dinner and had to go to
Morrison's Cafeteria when it got "too late to fix dinner". During this
same time I got to know both Tracy and her brother Bobby better also.
They would come over looking for their mother and we would go to the
basement and play Ping-Pong while the two adults continued their gossip
and beers. While Bobby was a competent player, Tracy was excellent.
Her serve and backhand were better than mine, but my forehand smashes
usually won me the games. Since we played round-robin style with the
winner playing the person who sat out the last game, sometimes I would
intentionally lose so I could watch her bouncing breasts under the tee
shirt and her firm ass under the running shorts she usually wore. As
we played longer and longer, her sweat would turn the tee shirt and her
bra into nearly transparent cellophane as I could faintly see the
outlines of her nipples darkly pressed against the wet material.
One night when I was outside washing my car under the spotlights,
Stacy came over and asked if I would help her change a light bulb in
her kitchen. She couldn't turn the bulb and she was afraid that she
would break it if she forced it. My wife was at a shower for the
daughter of a friend and I had seen both kids leave to go to a football
game at the high school. I got the short kitchen stool and started
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working on the light bulb, trying to turn it with a towel when I felt
cool fingers stroking the head of my cock! Looking down, I saw Stacy
standing in front of me, her hand touching the head of my cock where it
was exposed under my shorts. Since I was washing the car, I hadn't
bothered to wear underpants and, apparently, when I raised my arms to
work on the light, my shorts had ridden up, exposing the end of my
prick. As I watched, her hand went further into my shorts and I felt
her grasp the shaft of my swiftly hardening shaft. As she pulled the
skin back and forth, I watched her tongue dart out of her mouth and
moisten her red lips as she leaned forward and took just the head into
her mouth, her lips firmly clasping my prick at the top of the shaft.
I could feel the suction of her lips as her tongue slid back and forth
over the sensitive glans, poking wetly at the slit as she tried to get
her tongue into its opening. I was having trouble standing on the
stool and I nearly fell off as she pulled my cock harder and harder,
her hand becoming a blur as she masterbated me into her mouth.
Pulling her head back, but maintaining a firm grip on my rigid
shaft, she told me that she wanted me to fuck her, right then, right
there. I stepped back off the stool as she quickly pushed her little
tennis panties to the floor, carrying her undies with them. As I
watched, she reached down and spread the front of her pussy, letting me
see the bright pink moistness between her inner lips. Her fingers
forced the hood over her clit to retract and it poked pinkly out like a
miniature cock. Rubbing her finger over its surface, her breath
started coming faster and faster. She pulled me to her and used my
cock to rub her clit, and I could feel its hard bud rubbing into the
slit as she fucked herself into me. Without a word she turned and
leaned over the sink, leaning over and reaching back to spread her
pussy.
"Don't wait. Put it in me now. Shove your cock all the way up my
cunt and fuck me until I can't stand it!" Her pink pussy was gleaming
in the wetness of her own fluids and her inner lips, swollen with
blood, framed the pulsating opening to her cunt. Could I refuse?
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