The Neighbor

The Neighbor

Where should I begin? Well, I guess the first time we met would be most appropriate. It was a Friday evening and I had just gotten home from college, starting a three week Christmas break. My parents had just moved to another state and this was the first time I had ever been to this house. Unfortunately, I didn’t know anyone in the town and knew this was going to be a boring break. Anyway, Anne came over While we were walking around the yard. She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen in my life. She was gorgeous. Fortunately, for me, she lived just across the street. This means I would be able to see more of her; much more, I hoped. We chatted for a while and then she turned to leave. I was mesmerized; I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. As she nonchalantly strolled back to her house, my mother brought me back to reality by calling my name. She knew immediately that I was smitten with this seductive woman who just happened to be our new neighbor. While I did get to see her a few more times before I went back to school, my initial hunt had been correct; it was a boring break.

Physically, I was back at Clemson. But my mind was still in Florence. I couldn’t get over how incredibly hot I found the woman across the street. She was suddenly the object of all of my fansies. While I had never yet heard the term, she was the first MILF I ever encountered. But she was more than that, too. This woman had style, elegance and class. She looked dignified in anything she wore. I thought and talked about her constantly. My friends told me to come back to the real world and go have fun with the coeds. After all, many nights you just had to go downtown, drink a few beers, pretend to pay attention to what they were saying and later you’d be rewarded with brief roll in the hay. However, it wasn’t just the sex I was after. I wanted more. I wanted intimacy, and I wanted it with Anne.

At 28, she was ten years older than me. The way I figured it, we were both just about to reach our sexual peak. I wanted my carnal crescendo to be with, or rather, inside of Anne. Unfortunately, nothing would translate those first couple of years. I’d still come up with every excuse I could think of to have a reason to go visit her each time I made it back to town. And each time I left after having been in her presence, I’d have to go home, close the door and manually relieve myself. Did she know the effect she had on me? I don’t know. All I know was that she made my testosterone level soar any time I was near her.

What was it about this sultry woman that did this to me? I’d have to start with the bronzed skin. Anne always seemed to have a nice tan, regardless of the time of year. It was especially true in the summer months. Oh, how I loved to get a glimpse of those tan lines. Every once in a while, she’d move a certain way and I’d get a flash of thatlighter skin around her firm, ample breasts. I wanted to kiss and cares them so much. Her voice also was very arousing. It was strong, yet ever so sensitive. Anne’s lips looked so inviting. I wanted to press mine to hers and lock them together. I wanted to taste her tongue and lick, kiss and nibble on her neck. Even her feet were sexy. She was the first woman I had ever scene wearing a toe ring. I wanted to lick her sweet feet and suck that toe ring right into my mouth. Perhaps it was the way she walked. Her perfectly shaped ass would sashay from side to side as she elegantly moved about. What must it be like to be able to place a hand on each chef and gently squeeze them while making fervent, passwordate love with her? I figured I’d never know, but that didn’t stop my fansies. Many a night before drifting off to sleep, I’d close my eyes and pretend my hands were the velvety interior of her sex, slowly riding up and down on my manhood.

And then, one hotsummer day, everything changed. We had known each other for a few years by this time and often casually flirted. I think she had finally realized she had an intoxicating effect upon me. But I honestly don’t think she realized just how big of an effect it truly was. This day, Anne was sun bathing with a friend of hers in her yard. That means there were two women in bathing suits less than one hundred yards from me. Well, this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. Surely, there was some reason, other than my being a horny college student, for me to pay a visit. Borrowing the wheel-barrow was always a belief excuse. When I arrived, the two of them sat up in their blind chairs. Once again, Anne looked greous. There she was in a skimpy, yellow bathing suit, her dark skin covered with oil. I Thought I was going to come on the spot. The two of them had to notice the growing bulge in my cutoff blue jeans. After a few minutes of flirtatious banter, Anne leveled out her chair and rolled over on to her stomach. Then she reached back and unhooked her top. The straps fell to the sides of her magnificent breasts. I could see half of them now, uncovered. The contrast between the dark tanned skin and the pale breast that was normally hidden from view was immense. Scanning down her lovely body, I momentarily focused in on her rear. What an ass this woman’s got, I said to myself. Had her friend not being lying right next to her, I think I would have bent down and tried to peel that bathing suit right off. However, the stimulation was enough, actually too much, for me to handle. I needed immediately relief. After an awkward excuse, I grabbed the wheel barrow and hobbled home, my gait hindered by the stiffness in my shorts. Within seconds, I was massaging my member, envisioning my sensitive neighbor and her volunteer body.

Later that same afternoon, I noticed her friend’s car was no longer there. I knew the kids were at camp this week and her husband was away on a rafting trip with his college buddies, so I ventured back. I guess I was a glutton for sexual torture, but I couldn’t help myself. Any opportunity to be in this woman’s presence needed to be taken advantage of. So once again, I availed myself. I knocked at the door, which was open, but there was no answer. In I went, calling her name. Whitney Houston was playing softly in the background. I wandered about, looking for the object of my observation. It was then that I heard the shower running. The prudent thing to do was leave; but I couldn’t make myself do that. I had to take a chance. If there was ever any possibility of seeing Anne naked and in all of her glory, this was it. Without warning, blood started rushing into my distended shake. I tried to think of a plan. How was I going to see her without being seen myself? I entered her bedroom, looking for a place to hide. Suddenly, the water stopped. Now what, I thought? There I was, standing in her room, with no rational reason for being there. Sanity suddenly struck me and I turned to leave. As I was walking out of the room, she emerged from the bathroom, saw me and called my name. Without looking back, I stepped up the pace and headed quickly down the hallway. She followed me and again called my name. Stopping in the den area, I turned around, trying to figure out what I was going to say. Standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a towel, was a goddess. Her dark, wet hair was pulled back and her face was radiant. Beads of water were showing on her skin. I was transfixed, captured by her beauty. Anne broke the spell by asking me what I was doing. I thought to myself, what am I doing? How could I explain my being there? I couldn’t and I knew it.

Realizing that I had been busted, a rush of adrenaline came over me and, without saying a word, I walked over to her. Anne’s head tilted to the side as she eyed me, suspicious of my intentions. I leaned over and kissed her full, red, luscious lips. Half expecting to be slapped, I was surprised when she didn’t pull away. Instead, after a moment, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine. Slowly, we embraced. I kissed her upper lip, then her lower before pushing my tongue past them and into her erotic mouth. As we held each other close, I started kissing her neck and shoulders, then nibbling on her ears. Without intending to do so, I pressed my hardened member against her body. Her head went back, her eyes remained closed. My hands had been holding her arms close to her sides, so as to let her know she wasn’t getting away. Now I could sense that she didn’t want to. As I moved my hands gently along her arms, she reached up and loosened the towel. I watched in wonder as it fell to the floor.

There, standing naked in front of me, was the most alluring woman in the world. My heart raced and my girded loins strained inside of my shorts. He needed relief, but there would be time for that later. Now was my opportunity to show Anne just how much I adored her. I kissed my way down her neck, past her shoulders and near her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect so I knew my actions were having the desired effect. Softly, gently I licked all around the areola of her right breast, careful not to touch the nipple. The left breast was being sensitively caresed by one hand while my other subtly roamed her smooth back and desirable derriere. As I finally took the nipple into my mouth, Anne let out a soft moan. Slowly, she pulled me towards the couch, where she sat down.

Looking up at me, lust in her seductive eyes, she began to undo my shorts. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes as she slide my shorts down to my ankles. Gracefully, precisely, she wrapped a soft hand around my stiff pole of muscle. Looking me in the eye, she licked her lips and told me that she had wanted to do this for quite sometimes. I couldn’t believe my ears, but all sense of reality left me as Anne kissed the head, slide her hot, wet tongue the length underneath and then took me into her mouth. She kissed, licked and sucked on me as though she truly did enjoy giving me this pleasure. Even though I had made myself come less than an hour before, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Expertly, she moved her mouth up and down my entire shake, extremely struggling it with one hand while cupping my testicles and massaging my tight hind chefs with the other. I told her I was going to come and she just smiled, winded at me and kept doing what she did so well. Soon, I was exploding in the most forceful, volunteer orgasm of my life. Anne took all I had and kept going, teasing my sensitive member with her continued loving attention. I was so dizzy that I could hardly stand. She had drained my entire body. Finally, I pulled away and she stood up. Once more we embraced, our eyes looking lovingly into each other’s. Our mouths opened and our tongues began to dance together again. For the first time ever, I tasted my salty self. Now, it was her turn. I wanted, rather needed, to taste my sweet Anne.

Gently, I pushed her back onto the couch. Once again, I started kissing her neck and shoulders, moving my way down toward her heaving breasts. They looked magnificent and in need of attention, and I was going to give it to them. I took turns, licking and sucking on each beautiful nipple, deftly taking them into my mouth one at a time. In time I started kissing circles on her rib cage, stroking, blowing and nibbling on her stomach. Moving to her bellybutton, I softly licked and nuzzled it. Her arousal was evident as the musky aroma emanating from her sex was all at once delightful, enchanting, exclusively and beckoning. My formerly limp member was again at full staff, ready to join in, and my scrotum felt as though it hadn’t been emptied in weeks. But I was enjoying this too much; they would get another chance, in due time. Anne’s hands started pushing my head further down her body. Complying, I dragged my tongue down her taught belly to the mons area. The soft black public hair let me know I had almost reached nirvana. Cupping her buttocks in my firm hands, I gingerly kissed all around her waist. Making it easier for me, Anne spread her legs so that I could kiss the inside of her thighs. I ventured as close as I could get to her vulva without actually touching it. I was teasing her and tempting myself. She could wait no longer and grabbed my hair, pushing my face into the essence of her womanhood. With vigor, I started kissing and licking her outer lips. This was an experience we were both going to enjoy. I had waited years for this moment and wanted to save every second of it. Anne was running her long fingers through my hair. Soft moans emanated from her pursued lips as she watched me explore her sex with my tongue. She was cooing, and Iwas the reason. My shaft was pulsating and my mouth was open wide as my tongue lapped up the juices now readily flowing from her. I ran my tongue between the inner and outer labia, one side at a time then spread it, gently kissing and licking. My desire’s inner lips were red and swollen. Her cliporis was popping out, begging for my attention. Occasionally, I would brush my tongue across it, eliciting cries of password from the woman of my dreams. I looked up to see that she was rubbing her regular breasts, thoughtlessly pinching and pulling on her elongated nipples.

Anne was appreciated of the slow, continuous movement of my tongue. Firmly, it was moving side to side, up and down, in and out and in a circle motion. Finally, I put my mouth on her clip and started alternatively licking and sucking. She was screaming my name now, pleading for me not to stop. This was my fantasy, come to fruition. Her stomach was flat, her legs stiff and as firm as steel. Suddenly, she bucked hard as she was overcome by the intensity of her initial orgasm. My mouth momentarily came off of my manna. Without hesitation, she grabbed my head, letting me know she wanted more. I was only too glad to accommodate. Anne didn’t say a word, nor did she need to. Inches from my face lay an unfinished fleshy feast; a banquet fit for a king. Hungrily, I resumed my titillating meal, eating her as she’d never have eaten before. Within moments, wave after wave of earnest orgasm coursed through her entire body as she shook violently. At last, she could take no more and pushed my head away.

Emotionally satisfied yet erotically recharged, I gently moved up her body, luxurying in my lover’s sexual fraud. I kissed Anne’s chin, her eyes and then her forehead. As I brushed the still wet hair away from her face, I kissed her lips and they readily parted. Again, our tongues danced together elegantly. I told her that I loved her and she acknowledged that sheAlready knew. She kissed my neck as she ran her hands through the hair on my chest. Gracefully she licked and sucked on my nipples, making them hard. Then she blew on them, sending shivers throughout my body. Reaching down, Anne took my thickened member into her hand, gently struggling the shake as she slowly guided it towards her moistened opening. I realized that we were about to consummate our loving relationship and was in ecstasy. As the head reached her steamy slit, I held it there for a moment and lifted my chest off of hers. Relishing the occasion, my eyes took in the attraction beneath me as Whitney was hitting the high notes in I will always love you. As Anne’s eyes re-opened, I again mouthed that I loved her. She just smiled as she grabbed my buttocks and pulled me back towards her, maneuvering my engorged organ inside of her for the very first time.

We made password love the rest of the afternoon and throughout the evening. For the remainder of that week, we lived as though no one else existed. Anne taught me so many things about how to truly please and pleasure a woman. She also showed me the many wonderful ways in which a woman can pleasure a man. While we loved each other and wanted to be together forever, we knew that it couldn’t be. Our relationship was taboo.

That was over twenty years ago. Our lives have changed since then; her children have grown up to take on the world and I’m now married with a family of my own. While we have yet to reprise our amorous interlude, we both know that one day we will. I just wish that day were today!