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I used to hate living in my neighborhood. The houses are too big, the driveways imposing, and the lawns lush and green. It seems nice but the people are stuck up and rude. My wife wanted to live in a big house with room for all the kids she planned on having and a big yard for the dog. She makes a great salary so I stay at home to tend to the house and work on my carpentry. Unfortunately, all we have is a dog. Her ovaries shut down shortly after we moved into the house. She was, of course, sad and disappointed. Adoption was her top choice but I wanted to have kids of my own. This was a source of great contention and the reason our sex life was not great.
In the evening, the houses are like tombs, most having no lights inside,just outdoor spotlights highlighting the landscaping. The neighbors seem to have no sense of what is real. One lady, two houses down, likes to walk her little dog which dressed in designer clothes. This woman is a piece of work. She wears three inch designer heels, some pricey dress, manicure and make-up to the nines just to walk her dog around the block. And she does it with her nose in the air. She is a high maintenance bitch that just needs a good fucking to bring her back down to earth. All the neighbors are like that. Except one.
I first noticed her in August walking her brown lab. I was working in
the garage and she approached my work area. A little over weight but
she seemed pretty. When she smiled, I lost my breath for a second.
Her eyes were dazzling but her smile hypnotized me. She introduced
herself as Heather. She was wearing a plain t-shirt and black sweats
and her hair was drawn up under a baseball hat. Simple make-up. We
exchanged pleasantries and small talk and she went on her way. For the
rest of fall, I would periodically see her walking and she always
stopped to talk to me. I actually looked forward to our little visits
and started to fantasize about her sometimes.
A harsh winter came and our visits stopped. I would find myself looking
out the window to catch a glimpse of her if she by chance happened to
walk that day. I found my thoughts more and more on her. I really
missed our little chats if just to see her smile. Now don't get me
wrong, my wife is beautiful and I love her smile too. But, between
work and PTO and book clubs, she often does not have time for me. We
have sex once in a while but the passion is a lot less than when we
first were married. I guess that's how it goes.
Spring came and I was like a little school boy awaiting the arrival of
Heather. Her appearance would be more welcome than the first robin of
spring. One day, I was repairing the damage the snow plows did to my
mail box and I saw her. Only it was not quite her. She was wearing a
denim mini skirt and a scoop neck t-shirt. Her auburn hair was in
loose curls and flowed from her head past her shoulders. Still with
simple make-up and her dazzling smile but she had lost about 35 pounds
over the winter. I had never seen her legs until now and they were
fantastically shapely. She was about 5'10" and at least half that was
her legs. Her breasts seemed to be enhanced by her weight loss rather
than in some woman who lose some cleavage when they lose weight. At
least a 36 C. Her waist was small giving her an amazing hour glass
figure. The only thing missing was her dog. I had to stand behind the
mailbox to hide my obvious excitement.
She flashed her smile and I felt like a teenager touching his first
boob. She had come over to explain that she was moving but she felt
that I was her only real friend in the neighborhood. She had come over
to say goodbye. Sadness and despair took over my brain and I invited
her inside for some tea. Initially hesitant, she finally agreed.
Something told me I had one chance and I didn't want to miss this
opportunity.
We went inside and I started the water for the tea and grabbed a couple
of mugs. She looked around the kitchen making small talk. It seemed
as if she were a little nervous but I might have imagined that. As I
pour the water into the mugs, she sat at the table and crossed her
legs, showing a brief glimpse of her white panties. I spilled water
and burned my finger. When I groaned "ouch" and put my hand under cold
water, she realized I burned my finger and came over to the sink. She
helped hold my hand under the water and was so close to me, I felt
drunk from her scent. Her blue eyes pierced my soul and I was filled
with desire and lust and I had to have her. She asked if my finger
felt better. I took a chance and told her it needed a kiss. She closed
her eyes as she drew my finger to her mouth and kissed it softly.
Then, she sucked it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
Keeping my finger in her mouth, she tuned her back towards me.
Initially, I wrapped my other hand around her waist and squeezed her
body into me. Even through her denim skirt, she had to feel my
erection grinding into her ass. I moved my hands to her shouders and
moved her hair to one side. I started to kiss her neck and nibble on
her ear. At first she moaned softly but then she stiffened up and
whispered "stop"
I didn't move but stopped kissing her neck. I explained to her, "I have
thought about this all winter. I have dreamed of making love to you
for so many months. I won't do anything you don't want me to do but I
need an explanation. You used to be pretty and I wanted you but now,
you come flaunting your new sexy self and I need you. Your smile
always had me hooked but I want to kiss your lips, I want to taste you,
I want to wrap your legs around me and make love to you."
She took a deep breath and sighed. "Not even my husband has
complimented me as much in all the years we've been married. This body
is because of him. I found out he was cheating last fall and thought
it was my fault. I figured if I got into shape he would notice me
more. He promised he wouldn't cheat anymore but I caught him again
recently. This time it was with his boss' wife so were are being
transferred to another state. I thought I could do this, that you
would do this for me to get revenge back but I don't know if I can go
through with it." She hung her head down and took a couple of deep
breaths.
"I won't do this to help you get revenge on your husband," I told her.
Her head hung even lower, she started shaking it side to side as if to
acknowledge she made a mistake. She started to turn away but I held
where she was. "I want to make love to you because I am in love with
your smile, because you are a genuine person. I want to make love to
you because I think about you everyday day and dream about you every
night. I want to make love to you because you are sexy and gorgeous
and I would regret not doing so." As I whispered this into her ear, I
pressed my body against hers and ran one hand through her hair and
massaged her scalp while the other reached around and rested on her
breast. She raised her head and I could see a tear running down her
cheek which I kissed away. Both hands on her breasts, kneading them, I
whispered, "You are beautiful and I want to show you how much I desire
you." She responded to my touch and starting to grind her ass into my
cock.
I continued to rub her breasts and realized she had no bra on. Her
nipples began to throb and harden and she moaned when I rolled them
through her shirt. Continuing to stimulate her breasts, I moved one
hand down her back and lifted the back of skirt. Rubbing my hand along
her ass, I moved towards her mound and found her panties slightly damp.
I spun her around and kissed her on the lips. Softly initially. I
sucked her upper lip into my mouth then her lower lip. She opened her
mouth and probed my mouth with her tongue. Our tongues engaged in a
passionate tango, swirling, sucking, twisting. I broke the kiss only
long enough to lift her shirt over her head. Her breasts were amazing,
perfect teardrops with the nipples pointing slightly at an angle away
from her body. They were red, full, and throbbing. Her areolas were
raised from her breasts like small stages for her thimble like nipples
to perform. I kissed her deeply and rubbed her nipples between my
fingers and thumb. I moved one hand to the small of her back and
started to take her skirt off. She stopped me and said I could do
whatever I wanted to her but I had to leave her skirt on.
I kissed her neck and worked my way down to her breast. I sucked her
nipple into my mouth and flicked it and swirled it with my tongue. She
was moaning softly and I bit down on it, not hard but firmly. She
cried out in pain for just a second and then grabbed my head and pulled
it against her heaving chest. My hand found its way under her skirt as
my tongue continued its exploration of her wonderful boobs. Her
panties were not just damp, they were soaked. My finger pressed
against her throbbing clit which caused her to gasp and cry out in
pleasure. I pushed the soaked fabric of her panties into her slit.
She started to thrust her pelvis around my finger. If it could, my
finger would have sprayed cum inside her especially when I felt her
folds spasming around it. She came from me fingering her and I kissed
her deeply as she was climaxing and she moaned even more.
I reached under her skirt with both hands and savagely tore her panties
off her. I was filled with lust and I had to have her. I sat her down
on the bar stools surrounding my kitchen island lifting her skirt to
give me full access. I spread her legs and brought my nose to her
pussy, inhaling her scent was intoxicating. I probed her folds with my
tongue, plunging it in as far as it could go and then swirled it
around. She was gushing fluid onto my face as she pushed my head
further into her vault. I licked and slurped her honey. I sucked her
clit into my mouth as hard as I could amidst her screams of "oh my
gaawwwd" and "I'mmm cummming" and other unintelligible groans and
moans. She had gushed and tasted so sweet. I placed the head of my
throbbing cock at her opening so she could just feel it. She tried to
thrust at me but I matched her moves until she begged me. "Fuck me
now, fuck me hard." I never turn down a lady's request or begging.
I plunged my 7 inches deep into her hole in one slow thrust. Her pussy
was on fire, so tight, so wet, convulsing around my shaft. She came on
that thrust and soaked my shaft and her juices were running out of her
pussy and coating my sack.