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Chloe Comes Calling

A quiet Saturday suddenly becomes interesting.
It started out as a typical English spring Saturday. I stood in the kitchen and looked out of the window at the steadily falling rain. The clouds overhead were steel grey, and showed no sign of breaking. The kettle clicked off, jolting me out my reverie. "We're off now, see you later," I heard my wife call from the hallway.

"Okay. Have fun," I replied turning to face her as she opened the front door. I gave my daughter a cheeky wave and told her to be good. I walked to the door and watched them get in the car, giving a final wave as she drove off. I closed the door and walked back into the kitchen. I filled my coffee cup with hot water and milk, and contemplated what to do with my day. I knew that they would not be back until dinner time at the earliest as they had gone to the regional shopping mall, and were due to meet her family there.

Listening to the rain lashing down outside, I decided to make the most of the peace and quiet, and have a relaxing bath. I went upstairs, turned the taps on and squeezed a generous helping of bubble bath into the water. I stood watching the mixture foam beneath the pouring water as I began to get undressed. I slipped my jockey shorts over my hips and down my legs, and without thinking, I started to stroke my cock. I began to harden almost immediately as an image of a twenty seven year old, red haired co worker popped into my head. I started to imagine it was her in the bathtub with her fingers wrapped around my shaft.

I placed one foot on the side of the bath, and my movement got faster as I fantasised about her hand moving down slowly over my engorged shaft towards my shaved balls. As I thought about her cupping my balls and licking the tip of my penis, I felt the familiar sensation of my balls tightening as cum forced it's way up my shaft. This felt too good. I didn't want to cum yet so I slowed down, kept away from the sensitive head; and instead concentrated on my shaft and balls.

Just as I was about to tease myself some more, I heard the familiar sound of the letterbox banging. Shit, I thought to myself, trust the postman to show now.

I was going to ignore it, but I peeked out of the window, getting a shock as the sensitive exposed tip of my cock touched the cold porcelain of the sink. I looked out at the pathway below, and the pavement beyond; but couldn't see his red trolley. Just then I noticed a figure step back from underneath the canopy which covered the front door.

It didn't register at first, but after a second or two, I noticed that it was Chloe, my neighbour's seventeen year old daughter. I didn't know her especially well, just enough to say "hi," in the street. I started to get dressed in a hurry, feeling my cock begin to lose its hardness. I slipped my jeans on (not bothering with my jockey shorts) and a t shirt and ran downstairs to the front door. I opened it just as she was walking back down the path towards the gate.

She turned around at the sound of the door opening and began to walk back. She was wearing a faded blue denim jacket, which was open with a black top underneath, a matching denim skirt which finished about three inches above her knee, and a pair of opaque black tights. The outfit was finished off with a pair of flat, black shoes. She stood at around five foot four and her long dark hair framed her elfin face in wet strands. "Hi, Chloe." I smiled. "What's up?"

"Hi, Alex." She smiled back exposing perfect white teeth. Her big, dark brown eyes looked up at me. "My parents have gone out, and I've been locked out. I wondered whether I could climb over your fence into my back garden."

"Sure," I replied. "Is the back door open?"

"I don't know." She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "If it isn't, I'll wait in the shed until they get home," she continued.

"You can't do that, they could be gone for hours. Why don't you wait here?" I asked.

"It's okay thanks. I think I'll try the back door." She shuffled her feet looking uncomfortable for a moment. I thought I saw her looking at my crotch too. Although I was no longer hard, I could feel my flaccid cock pressing against my jeans.

"If you're sure," I said to her.

"See you," she said glancing back over her shoulder as she walked to the side of the house, flashing a smile at me as she went. I closed the door and went into the kitchen and watched her as she walked down the path towards the three foot high fence that separated our gardens. She raised one foot over, causing her skirt to ride up, exposing a shapely thigh; the material stretched tightly over her small, pert bum. She held onto a fence post, lifted her other leg over, and she was gone.

I went back upstairs to continue where I had left off, and started to lift my t shirt over my head. I once again started to unbutton my jeans when I heard the now familiar tapping of the letterbox. I quickly slipped my shirt back on and went downstairs. I could tell from the shape behind the frosted glass that Chloe was back.

"Hello again," I said trying to sound surprised.

"Hi... Again," she managed to say sheepishly. "Is it, um, okay if I wait here for awhile after all? I'm sure they won't be long. I've tried to call them but it goes straight to answer phone." She held up her phone. "And the battery is going," she continued irritably.

I looked at the phone and saw it was the same as mine. "Come in. You can use my charger. It's in the front room." I stepped aside to allow her into the hallway. She stepped in and slid her shoes off. Her feet were soaked, and she left footprints on the laminate floor as she walked through to the living room. I took her jacket off her and hung it up to dry.

"Thanks, Alex." She smiled up at me once more as she sat down on the large, four seater sofa and plugged the cable into her phone. It gave a little beep as it started charging.

"Make yourself at home," I said. "Can I get you a drink or anything?"

She sat back and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up her thighs, and I tried not to notice. "A hot drink would be good, please."

I went into the kitchen to make it.

"Hey, Alex, can I use your wifi, please?" Chloe shouted through.

"Sure," I said. I walked back through to the living room and gave her the password.

"Thanks. I wanted to FaceTime my friend," she added as way of explanation. I walked back through to the kitchen to continue making our drinks. I could hear her start up a conversation.

"Hey India," I heard her say. I couldn't hear the reply. "I'm at my neighbour Alex's house," she continued. Again there was a pause as India responded. "Sshh, he might hear you," she replied trying to be quiet, but failing as she stifled a giggle.

I was intrigued now and strained to hear what India was saying. I couldn't make it out, though, as the volume had been turned down further. I finished the drinks and carried them through; setting them down on the coffee table.

"Say hi to Alex, India," she said turning the phone towards me. On the screen was an beautiful, dusky skinned girl, around the same age as Chloe. I remembered seeing her once or twice before.

"Hi, Alex," came the voice from the phone speaker.

"Hi, India," I replied.

"Alex, did you know that..."

Chloe quickly turned the phone camera to her. "Anyway, I gotta go." She wrapped up the conversation quickly. "I'll talk to you later. Bye." She pressed end.

She set her phone down on the side of the sofa as I tried to relax on the other side. "What was all that about?" I asked trying to sound casual. Her face started to redden, and she fiddled nervously with the phone in her lap. I passed Chloe her drink, and she set her phone down face up as she took it with both hands.

The phone beeped as a message came through, illuminating the screen. Before she could pick it up, I saw the message that had appeared on the screen. It was from India. 'Don't do anything I wouldn't, you slut!!' Chloe saw that I read it and the redness creeped into her cheeks once more.

"So, what's that about?" I asked again with an embarrassed smile.

"It's nothing," she replied.

"Okay if you say so," I said not wanting to press her.

I placed what I hoped was a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's alright. Lots of women find me irresistible," I said with a smile, trying to inject some humour into the situation.

Suddenly, our eyes locked and our lips came together. She kissed me deeply, her tongue darting into my mouth. I had no option but to kiss her back, just as deeply. My tongue explored the inside of her mouth, and glided over her teeth. She slowly backed off, and her lips made a tight seal around my tongue. She slowly sucked it as she reclined back in the sofa, causing me to lean back with her.

Our mouths broke contact, and Chloe placed one hand on my lap. She ran a perfectly manicured finger over the length of my shaft, which was outlined underneath the denim. She was breathing heavily as she unbuttoned my jeans, letting out a small gasp when she saw that I wasn't wearing any underwear. "Do you usually go commando?" she asked with a enquiring smile.

She pulled my cock free and started moving her hand slowly up and down my shaft; pulling my foreskin back as far as it would go, and exposing the bulbous purple head. Her hand moved down as far as my balls, and then back up to the tip, and she wiped up the pre cum that was already beginning to leak out.

I let out a small moan in pleasure as she once again worked on my shaft. I reached across and pulled up her tight, black top, exposing her 34 B breasts, which were covered by a red lace bra. Her small nipples poked prominently through the thin material.

She looked amazing as she continued to slowly stroke me. "Have you been with many other guys?" I asked.

"I've been with a few guys before, but they were all around my age," she replied sounding breathless. "I have a thing for older men. India and I talk about it all the time. You know, what it would be like, how would it feel and stuff," she finally admitted.

My cock was starting to pulse, so I drew her hand away and she reclined back along the length of the sofa. She lifted her bum off the cushions, hooked her fingers around the waistband of her tights, and drew them down her creamy, white thighs. Her denim skirt bunched around her waist, and she parted her legs. I could see that her panties matched her bra. The red lace revealed a small mound of pubic hair, which was flattened by the material. There was also a small wet spot on the gusset. I didn't need to be asked twice and gently ran a finger up the inside of her thigh, grazing her panties. She squirmed a little at the tiny contact, and arched her back. A small moan escaped her lips.

I knelt down on the floor, and opened her legs a little wider. She was almost panting by now. I put my head between her thighs, and drew my tongue lightly over the thin fabric of her panties, feeling them become wetter. Her hips started to move rhythmically, and I could see over her bunched skirt that she was gently squeezing her breasts.

My breathing grew heavier as I gently moved the wet gusset aside, and exposed moist, shaved pussy lips. I extended my tongue once more towards the top of her slit, and found the small, hard button beneath. I wasted no time in placing my lips around it, and sucking it between my teeth. Chloe gave out a loud scream.

"Oh my fucking god," she cried as fluid poured out of her pussy, coating my mouth and chin. I eagerly lapped up her juices, and thrust my tongue inside of her. I held onto her ass cheeks as her hips continued to make small movements up and down. She whimpered quietly as I relentlessly fucked her with my tongue.

I kept it up for a further ten minutes or so. My jaw started aching, but I didn't care. I was savouring her sweet nectar. Finally I withdrew my tongue, and she sat up. "Wow," she managed to say panting heavily. I saw that she had taken her breasts out of the cups of her bra, and her nipples were bullet hard. "Older men really do know what they're doing."

I gave a small shrug. "I've had a bit of practice," I said sheepishly. With that she got unsteadily to her feet, and guided me back onto the sofa. my cock was almost painful as it was so hard. She hitched her skirt up and straddled me, her warm, wet pussy just touching the tip of my penis. I fought the urge to just grab her hips and push her down.

She buried her face in my neck and whispered, "Just don't cum inside me, okay?"

"Okay," I managed to say. Her breasts were still heaving up and down, and I swear I could see her heart beating. She lowered herself down slowly onto my throbbing manhood. I glided into her easily. The head of my cock parted her lips, and I felt her tightness around my shaft. It took her a few tries to to get all of my thick, eight and a half inches inside of her. I felt the walls of her pussy gradually give way, and finally I felt her ass resting on my lap.

I took a nipple into my mouth; gently sucking and nibbling on it, causing it to grow even more erect. She threw her head back as she gently rose up, and pushed down onto my cock. With every downward thrust, she would make a small circular movement with her hips, causing a spasm of pleasure to shoot upwards from my cock; and she moaned softly in my ear.

I was close to climaxing, so I released her nipple from my mouth and whispered, "That feels so good, honey, but if you don't stop I'm going to cum."

"Mmmm, me too. I don't want to stop..." She trailed off. With that she began bouncing more vigorously on me. I felt her juices coat the base of my cock, and run over my shaved balls. Her tits were swaying with every movement, and I soon passed the point of no return.

"Oh, Chloe." I gasped as I experienced the most intense orgasm that I had for a long time. My cock became rigid as I felt cum shoot from my balls, through my shaft and coat the inside of her pussy.

Her ass was making a slapping sound against my legs as she rode me. "Oh god, I just felt it. Oh my god, oh fuck, I'm cumming too," she screamed. Her body went rigid as she gave a few more final thrusts, before collapsing against me. I held her for a few minutes, and she rested her head in my shoulder.

Eventually, she straightened up and got unsteadily to her feet. I could see cum running out of her, and coating the inside of her thighs.

She picked up her phone from the sofa and said, "I can't wait to tell India about this..."


This is my first story. Any comments and suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

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