The thermometer had been hovering between 100 to 105 all week. And worse, our nightly Delta breeze was nowhere to be found, meaning the overnight and morning lows were still over eighty degrees. July had been the hottest month on record according to my favorite tv weather hottie.

It was a typical mid-week evening. I met friends for Happy Hour, came home to my condo, took off my suit and tie, and made a quick dinner. I moved into the living room and flopped into my favorite leather chair. I had the tv news on, as I usually do, as I was reading a few new stories on Lush.

One story was extremely erotic with superior writing and a solid storyline. As I read paragraph after paragraph, I became more turned on. I soon had a bulge in my gym shorts. At that same time, the weather girl came on with her forecast.

Amy Flores was new to the market for the past three months, and I was crushing on her hard. She was a striking late-thirties Latina standing about five-seven tall, an athletic size six frame, with average breasts. Her best feature was her face: she was drop-dead gorgeous. Long wavy black hair, a foot past her shoulders, a pearly white smile, and the prettiest eyes. Amy had big bright brown eyes, fake lashes, but not overdone, and perfectly arched brows. I hate to use the term, but she was my “Dream Girl.”

As she moved in front of the green screen, moving her hands and pointing to different cities, my hand dropped from my laptop keyboard and found my thick six inches. Rubbing my cock over my Nike gym shorts wasn’t cutting it, so I pulled an Al Bundy and shoved my hand down the front of my shorts. I took hold of my manhood and gave myself a long firm squeeze to start, and then slowly began stroking my dick.

Today Amy was wearing a bright turquoise summer dress, above the knee, and with a work-appropriate V-neck showing off some cleavage. I was in a trance watching her as she rattled off the various temperatures in the different cities. I pushed my shorts down to my ankles as I knew I was going to bust my nut in another minute or two. I was now stroking my cock faster and oblivious to the outside world.

That was when something caught my attention. Out my living room window, going up the stairs, was my new upstairs neighbor Tammy. She had stopped and was watching me through the window. My vertical blinds were only closed only halfway, so she could see everything perfectly from her angle on the staircase.

I kept jerking as our eyes met. I expected her to be embarrassed and run up the stairs, but instead, she walked down the stairs without taking her eyes off me and stopped on my front patio. Tammy looked through the window right at me. She moved one hand to her breast and began caressing herself. My eyes were shifting from Amy on the tv to Tammy in the window. They did a close-up of Amy and I fantasized about blowing my load all over her pretty face.

TAP, TAP, TAP. Tammy was lightly knocking on my window. I looked over at her in horror. She pointed to my front door, and then simulated the jacking-off motion. Then she pointed at me and then at the door. I yelled at her, “The door is unlocked!”

My new neighbor had moved in above me only two-plus weeks ago, and I had only had one real conversation with her once that first weekend. All I knew about her was she worked at a venture capital firm in Palo Alto, was thirty-three, originally from Dallas, and had gone to Harvard for her MBA. She was average looking, average height, average body, you get the picture. She was Caucasian with light brown hair and brown eyes. If you saw her at the store, she would not grab your attention. Our other neighbor Kathy said she needed a full makeover: hair, makeup, wardrobe, etc.

Tammy opened the door, her eyes re-focused on my dong, and she smiled. “Need some help?” she asked.

“Yes. I’m close. Talk dirty to me,” I instructed her.

Tammy quickly moved fifteen feet and dropped to her knees. She then pulled off her thin t-shirt revealing her perky breasts. I slowed my strokes and admired her large brown areolas and rock-hard dark nipples.

What the fuck is happening? This must be a dream, I thought.

“My tits should help you out. Do you like them?” she asked. She dripped some saliva from her mouth into her cleavage and wrapped her boobs around my cock. “Isn’t the better than your hand?”

“You’ve got great tits. I’m going to cum all over those babies,” I whispered.

Tammy was guiding her tits up and down as fast as she could. My cock would disappear between her 36D milk melons, and then pop out on her down stoke. My plump head was turning purple as her saliva had dried out, and she knew it too.

She leaned forward, took hold of my dick, and told me, “Suck on my tits.” Her hand was now beating my meat. “C’mon Daddy, cum for me! Give me that jizz!”

I held up one tit and licked her nipple before my mouth locked on and slowly suckled, causing her to moan. My other hand groped her right tit, squeezing, and then I zeroed in on her nipple. I pulled and pinched her nipple teasing her. Tammy’s head went back in pleasure as she continued with my handjob.

I looked past Tammy to see a full view of Amy Flores wrapping up the weekend forecast. My eyes shifted back to Tammy, seeing her smile when our eyes connected.

“Real close. Faster,” I whispered.

Tammy sped up and used her other hand to play with my shaved balls. “Cum for me, Daddy!”

“I’m cumming!” I exclaimed. “Suck me!”

My cock erupted like Mount Saint Helen’s did in 1980, shooting cum a foot high into the air. That first gusher landed on Tammy’s left tit, just above her nipple.

“YES DADDY!” she yelled.

Just as my second blast was about to escape, she placed her mouth over my cock, engulfing my spasming spunk stick. Tammy looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a semi-smile on her face as the third and fourth jets of jizz filled her mouth.

“Holy fuck! That was hot!” I stammered. My body was now limp in my chair as was my cock. “I’m going soft.”

Tammy released my head from her lips and sat up. As we looked at each other from three feet, she smiled, opened her mouth to show me my load, and then swallowed. Or at least I thought she did.

Trying to talk, “Want some cum? Kiss me.”

My mind was racing. “No, I don’t want my cum, how gross!” I said to myself. But then I thought, This chick is kinky. If I do, will she blow me again? Or maybe fuck me? I decided to roll the dice and gamble. The taste of cum can’t be that bad if all these women swallow, I reasoned. I told Tammy, “Yes. Kiss me.”

She leaned forward, as did I, and our mouths met. She jammed her tongue into my mouth, and I soon tasted a warm, slick, sticky, funky-tasting thick fluid. I tasted cum for the first time at age fifty-three. My cum. My sperm.

Tammy started giggling as we broke our kiss and cum swap. I started giggling too, thinking about what had just gone down. Tammy sat back on her heels and looked at me as she rubbed her big boobs in her hands.

“Well, that was fun,” she said. “I can’t believe I saw you jerking off.”

“Me either. But, um, thanks. That was fun,” I said stupidly. “You’re the best neighbor I’ve had in my twelve years here.”

“I just got so turned on as I watched you. And when you saw me, that just amped up the kinky factor. I figured I’d move to the window and watch. But as I watched you chock your chicken; I knew I had to have your cock in my mouth. I love giving blowjobs,” Tammy said.

“Well, next time I’ll let you blow me from the get-go,” I said, half in jest.

Laughing, “Next time? What makes you think we’ll do this again?”

I looked her in the eyes, “Two things: one, you said you love giving blowjobs. And two, you called me Daddy. You’re a submissive, right?”

Sheepishly, Tammy admitted it, “Yes, and yes.”

Putting my negotiating skills to use, “I think we should do this one night a week. Have a few drinks, get naked, and help each other sexually. We can be Friends With Benefits. Don’t you think that’s a great idea?”

After she pulled her t-shirt over her head, Tammy said, “Once or twice?”

The End