It was one of those muggy, sweltering days we get in the Midwest. You know the kind, where you just sit and sweat in the shade. Naturally, it was the day I absolutely had to mow the lawn. So, at ten in the morning, I fired up the mower, feeling guilty about burning gas on such a hot day in defiance of EPA air quality alerts, and soon I was a soaking-wet mess, but my lawn was short and neat.

“Hey, hellooo,” I heard as I was folding down the lawn waste bag. A woman’s voice was calling to someone. I hefted the bag stuffed with grass cuttings and tucked it against the house. “Hey Tom,” I heard the voice again, from right behind me. I turned around to see my neighbor, Irina.

She had just moved in a few weeks ago, and I had helped her by mowing her lawn that first week and collaborated with her father to trim the branches growing over the garage. Her teenage son takes the school bus with my daughter, but I don’t get outside much to socialize, so I’ve waved at her a few times from the front door. She and I both work from home, but I’m always busy and haven't gotten around to seeing if she’d be up for lunch sometime.

And there she was, in a pair of tight shorts and a bra, apparently having stripped off her shirt, with a sheen of sweat making her exposed skin glisten. I looked at her, with her exposed little tummy roll and hint of camel toe highlighted by her workout shorts. I barely stopped myself from staring at her large breasts encased in her damp bra, showing a hint of a protruding nipple, and instead forced my eyes up towards her sweet face, with thin lips and expressive brown eyes framed by straight, shoulder-length dark hair. She chuckled at something and answered the curiosity I hoped was registering on my face. “I can’t get my lawnmower started. Can you see what’s wrong with it?”

“Tech support to the rescue!” I answered with a grin. “Gimme a second,” as I finished tidying up from my work. I drank most of my remaining bottle of water, and then followed her across the street, feeling a little guilty for watching the way her generous ass shifted back and forth as she walked away. In a moment, I caught up to her outside her garage. “Is your air conditioning working at least?” I filled the silence with small talk as I looked at the lawnmower.

“Working great, thanks for asking.”

“School working out for Jake?”

“He’s having a hard time making friends, but otherwise he’s doing fine. Straight A’s so far.”

“Ugh, I wish that were the case with my daughter. Too busy daydreaming about other girls.” Her eyebrow arched at that, but she didn’t pursue it.

During a little more friendly banter, I checked to make sure there was enough gas, and the oil looked good. It was distracting because she kept adjusting her bra out of obvious discomfort. “What’s it doing when you try to start it?”

“Nothing, it just doesn’t start.”

I squeezed the lever to engage the throttle and pulled the cord. Nothing. Then I realized the problem. I squeezed the little primer button a few times and then tried again. After a few coughs and chugs, it fired right up. She had the cutest look of astonishment on her face. “What did you do?”

“So, this little button here primes the engine (not that I knew enough about these things to explain it) and gets the gas flowing so it can ignite. When first starting it, you need to pump it five or six times.” Now she looked a little embarrassed. “Your grass is pretty high; let’s get this deck adjusted, or it will choke after one pass.” I set the deck up a few notches, fired the mower up again, and started making some passes at the lawn. She didn’t have a grass catcher on the mower, so there were large clumps of grass left behind in my wake.

“Hold on,” and I went back across the street to grab my mower and an extra bag. In no time, I had done the first pass to shorten the length of grass, with her hovering around because she clearly wasn’t used to people doing things for her, and then did a second pass to get everything short and neat. Her yard was much smaller than mine, so it took little time to finish the work.

I noted how she’d want to do some edging, and she made a quiet comment like, “It’s always fun to do some edging,” which I didn’t think anything of at first, until I noticed her mischievous smirk. I couldn’t assume she was being flirtatious, but some innuendo was always fun.

“For instance, I see your bushes are overgrown by the gate, and unless they get trimmed, they can impede access.” I waited for her response. None came. She was looking over at the gate and her overgrown hedge and seemed distracted. Then she looked at me, squinting in the sunlight, and smiled. She started walking in that direction and turned her head.

“You must be thirsty; come back, and I’ll have lemonade for you.”

“Let me finish cleaning this stuff up,” I said, as she disappeared through the front gate. I pushed her mower and mine into her garage and put the full lawn waste bag by the garbage cans. After closing her garage door, I joined her past the gate.

It was a roomy backyard, bordered by an overgrown garden and a six-foot privacy fence. It was like stepping into another world furnished with a chaise, some chairs, and a table on a cement patio slab. She emerged from her back door with a sweating pitcher of lemonade and some plastic tumblers, filled with ice. “It’s not freshly squeezed, but hopefully it’s tart enough for your taste.”

“As an expert lemon squeezer, I find that offensive.” Ugh, I smiled as I groaned silently. My flirting game needed some work. “I’m sure it will wet my whistle, and maybe you’ll even get a pucker out of me.” Inwardly, I flinched. Stop, Tom, just stop.

She handed me a glass of lemonade with a smirk. “Maybe you can show me your expert lemon-squeezing technique sometime.”

“It’s all in the thumbs.”

We sat in silence for a few moments. She took off her sneakers, and I noticed her legs. Her tanned thighs were thick and smooth, and her calves were toned. She wiggled her toes as they found freedom in the fresh air.

She began fidgeting again and adjusting her bra. Watching her do that made me realize I might need to do a little adjusting of my own. Nothing like some fresh air and yard work to get the body primed, and a hot neighbor essentially fondling her own tits didn’t help.

“It’s too fucking hot for this,” she burst out, looking at me. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…” she trailed off as she reached behind and unclasped her bra. She sighed and pulled it off, the fabric clinging to her skin. Her lemons, or more accurately, grapefruits, glistened in the sunlight.

“Not at all,” I responded casually, despite my astonishment at this sudden plot twist. “I’m a huge fan of free-range… fruit.” She gave me a side-eye and a wry smile as she tried to mop up sweat from her under-boob with her already saturated bra. I quickly stripped off my shirt, intending to offer it to her, but realized it was just as wet and sweaty as her bra. I sat there with my hand outstretched and looked at her, then at the shirt, and then I laughed. What else could I do?

Irina seemed comfortable enough with me despite my awkwardness, which I was grateful for. While it seemed there was some light flirting, it was not, in my mind, an invitation for an unwanted sexual overture. Like the ones beginning to spin out in my head. She thanked me for the offer, and I withdrew my shirt and finished my lemonade. I found myself unable not to stare at her breasts as she rose to refill my glass. They hung so close I could see little beads of perspiration beading down them to her nipples and forming drops. Fascinating.

“Tom, my eyes are up here.”

Looking up, I swallowed hard and squirmed as she laughed and handed me the filled glass. I started sipping at it and realized lemonade would not cut my particular thirst. I kept hoping she’d say something obvious, some overt or even subtle sign of consent, an invitation, but she simply leaned forward as if she were expecting me to say something, and we sat in silence for several moments, sipping our lemonade.

She seemed uncomfortable too, licking her lips periodically. Finally, I broke the silence. “Do you sunbathe nude back here? I noticed you don’t have a tan line.”

She grinned at me. “That’s one of the perks of this place: complete privacy.” I hoped she didn’t notice the increased swelling in my shorts.

“So, do you have any plans for your garden, Irina? There is nothing sadder than an untended garden.”

She thought for a moment and answered, “The ground seems in need of some…” She paused. “Cultivation, and I’m having problems finding the proper hose.”

“Hose?” Eager for the distraction, I stood up. “I’m somewhat of a hose expert.” I turned away from her and started for the back of the house, which was likely a good thing, because I could feel my face reddening with embarrassment. Hose expert. What the fuck was I thinking? Her chair scraped against the patio stone as I reached the faucet and hose. I lifted the hose and turned the faucet handle, and unsurprisingly, water started to gush from it. There didn’t appear to be any leaks or obvious problems, but I was startled to feel a hand on my shoulder. Reflexively, I turned around and found myself face to face and chest to breast with the most alluring woman in the world, as the hose started splattering water all over us.

“You certainly know how to get a girl wet.” I averted the hose from her, certain I would then just die of shame. We stood looking at each other, and she pressed further against me, reaching behind to shut off the faucet. Sliding her hand up to my shoulder, she looked me in the eye. “I don’t suppose you’d like to kiss me.” I dropped the hose.

In the seconds it took me to murmur, “I told you I was a hose expert,” my hand cupped her face, and my lips found hers. Whatever uncertainty, whatever previous hesitation I had, was swept away on a tide of passion as my lips tugged and mashed against hers. Our tongues met in an open-mouthed embrace and hungrily sparred with each other. As our lips and tongues and hands explored each other, I could feel my arousal skyrocketing just as I could hear her breathing intensify.

Despite the heat, she shivered as I tilted her head to one side and started greedily devouring her neck and working my way to her bare shoulder. She tasted of salt and desire, and gasped when my teeth bit gently down on the muscle connecting the shoulder to her neck. I tried to be gentle, almost tender, but the passion continuing to well up in me clouded my normal circumspect reason, and I could not suppress my urgent need to consume this hot, thick woman in my arms.

The smoothness of her skin was enchanting as my hands explored her body, sliding over a layer of shiny lubricant, sparkling in the sun. Her musky aroma permeated the surrounding air in an erotic alchemy, driving me deeper into a bottomless gulf of desire.

Returning my mouth to hers, I kissed her fervently, my hands stroking her hair. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest, hot and firm. Those breasts that started this entire chain of events. With one last firm, almost violent kiss, I turned her around as my one arm encircled her waist. With the other hand, I lifted her hair from her neck so I could suck and nibble at the back of it. My hand now free, I clasped one of her breasts. My hands are large, but still not quite large enough to encompass one of her magnificent breasts. I pressed my loins with my swollen manhood against her ass as I held her close.

“This is how you squeeze lemons,” I whispered in her ear, and she giggled and shivered in reply. I pinched her nipple and delighted in feeling it harden at my touch. “See,” I explained, “it’s all in the thumbs.”

After a few minutes of attention to her one breast, I slid my hand down to the waistband of her shorts and brought the other hand up to experience her second breast. Their firmness was unexpected, with dark, wide areolas and brown, long nipples. They were a delight to tease erect and feel with my fingers.

Meanwhile, my other hand had, of its own volition, found its way into her shorts and was now descending past a trimmed bush. My hand stopped at her saturated pussy, and I couldn’t even get a finger in because of the clingy tightness of her shorts.

“You’re not very good at this, are you?” She swiveled her head to give me a teasing look as she pushed her shorts down, shimmying her ass against my cock as fabric gave way to skin. They made it as far as her knees, with her legs now together, but it was enough for my finger to gain purchase in the slick folds now exposed. The musky smell of her sex filled me, and I ravaged the back of her neck and shoulders with my teeth and tongue. My one hand resting, unmoving on her breast as I probed her wetness with the other, finding her swelling bud and coaxing it from its sheath.

“Hopefully, I’m good enough,” I replied to her earlier challenge, “unless you’d like me to stop.” She let out a breathy sigh in response as my finger teased and provoked her hardening little bud, nestled in folds of sticky warmth. It did not take long before she was squirming in my arms, her hips gyrating to some unknown rhythm, as her sighs turned to moans.

I could feel her weight against my chest as she relaxed against me, and my arm encircled her, helping to hold her up as her moans became more urgent and higher-pitched, urging my thumb and finger on to firmer and faster motions until she finally shuddered, going momentarily limp against me and yet taut at the same time.

Ragged gasps punctuated her rapid breathing, and as her ardor cooled, so her breathing quieted. I withdrew my hand from her slickness, turning her around again to kiss her. She nearly lost her balance with her shorts around her knees, and I knelt to finish removing them, leaving them to lie in a crumpled heap in the grass. The smell emanating from her snatch was intoxicating, and I considered diving face first into it when I felt her tugging me up, and then throwing her arms around me and kissing me more passionately than before. We were both lost in that kiss, spellbound in a euphoric haze as my hands wandered down her back to her ass and back up again to stroke her hair and cup her face. We were a tangle of limbs and lips and tongues and unquenched desire.

Then I felt the tugging at my belt. The clink of the buckle being undone, and then the snap of the top button, followed by the unmistakable sound of the zipper descending. All the while, she was still concentrating on our kiss. “Smooth,” I murmured past her tongue, and I felt her mouth curl in a smile of satisfaction as I kicked off my gardening clogs in time for my shorts to fall with a light thud around my ankles. Freed, my cock stood at half-mast, my balls tightening as cool air rushed over them. One touch from her slender fingers caused my erection to return in full glory, as my breath caught in my throat.

Her hands found mine, twining her fingers in mine as she stretched and leaned her head to kiss my shoulder. I stepped in closer until the head of my cock was kissing her belly, a tiny drop of pre-cum mingling with her sweat. “I want to fuck you,” I blurted out, in an ungentlemanly fashion, and her answer was to pull me by both hands towards the chaise.

She walked backward to the lounger, not taking her hands or eyes off me, and I almost tripped trying to get my feet out of my shorts as I stumbled after her. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she whispered, as she released me to plump up one pillow before laying back on it, exposing her full body to me, legs spread in anticipation. “Be gentle, I’m a virgin,” she said with a grin, and then added, “born again.”

Normally, I’d laugh at that, but I was too caught up in the moment, with her lying before me, her womanly curves and mesmerizing eyes; I couldn’t come up with anything clever in response, so I knelt between her legs on the chaise. I suspected she was expecting me to just go for it, and she was certainly ready, as was I, but I wanted to draw this moment of anticipation out for a few moments more. I leaned down and placed my mouth over one of her breasts. The salty tang hit me right away, but soon disappeared as my mouth licked and sucked all over it, nuzzling under the underside to lick along the fold.

That nipple was how I imagined it would be, thick and firm, and I sucked hard on it, feeling it roll around under gentle pressure from my teeth. She gasped, and then moaned at that, and I could feel her fingers stroking my hair in response. In time, I switched to her other breast, which elicited another gasp, and I noticed one of her hands move to the space between her legs as her moaning intensified. Despite my raging hard-on, I was enjoying sucking on her nipples as her fingers worked their own magic. I placed my hand over hers as her fingers danced over her sex, and soon I could feel her shifting and trembling as her moans changed to more guttural noises, shuddering from another orgasm.

Feeling her beneath me and hearing her pleasure sharpened my desire. I lifted my body and brought my cock into position. She pulled me closer to kiss me, and I tried to enter her in the same motion, but the head butted up against her labia. We laughed into the kiss, and she let out an “oops.”

“At least I didn’t get the wrong hole,” I retorted, “but there’s still hope.” I was already feeling my way around and finally aligned my straining member with the welcoming slit and slid it in with a slow, steady motion. We both gasped as it entered, and I marveled at how tight she was and wondered how long I could last.

“Good job,” she cooed, “you got the right hole.”

“Next time you might not be so lucky.”

“But you might be,” she whispered breathlessly. I had little attention to give to that thought, as I was consumed by how good she felt now, and settled into a steady, deep, and slow rhythm, as my cock plunged into and withdrew from her pussy with measured regularity. It had been a while since I had fucked anything but a fleshlight, but I couldn’t remember it feeling this good.

Meanwhile, I could feel her fingers fluttering around my balls, and she would grab them and give them a gentle tug or a squeeze, but her attention seemed to be on her clit. I looked down and watched as she rapidly flicked it and heard her breathing increase, her now familiar moans escaping her throat while her head lolled from side to side. Her back slowly arched, jutting her breasts up to meet me, and I could spare one hand from supporting myself to squeeze her breasts and gently pinch her nipples, which was apparently what she needed.

“Fuuuccckkk,” she wailed, “Goddamn, I’m cumming.”

“Let it out, baby,” I encouraged her, “let me hear you cum.” At this, she let out a series of long, high-pitched groans, her body completely taut as if she were electrified, and then I felt her whole body quiver as she suddenly grabbed my hips and started urging me to fuck her faster. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream, and soon she relaxed, breathing hard and sinking back into the chaise.

I continued my steady rhythm, although I had since picked up the pace. My strokes were long and deep, and sometimes I could feel the head touch bottom. She looked at me. “Baby?” I must have looked confused. “Baby?” she repeated.

I shrugged. “You’d prefer Muffin? Or perhaps Princess?” I loved the way she could switch to casual banter, and I slowed my stroke a little and relaxed into it.

“Baby will do,” she seemed resigned, “for now.” Her eyes closed for a minute, and she seemed lost in thought; then they shot open, and she leaned forward, grabbing me by the hips again. “I want you to cum in me, oh baby, please cum in me.” She actually used ‘baby’ with no trace of irony.

“See? Baby just works.”

She started getting eager again, and urged me on to fuck her faster, as my ass powered my hips to drive my cock more rapidly into her soaking cunt. The sloppy sounds we made were like music to my ears as she adjusted her position, encouraging me to lower my torso to get closer to her. Her arms pulled me down as I could sense her breathing change, and she moaned into my mouth as we kissed again. I sucked her breath from her as she moaned into my mouth, and she returned the favor as I breathed into hers. I sucked a little on her upper lip as I felt her hips shifting uncontrollably under me and realized I was approaching the end.

Her fingers were on my back, holding me to her, while our tongues danced, and I would often suck on her upper lip. I didn’t realize I was also moaning, and this seemed to excite her even more. Her legs swung up and over mine, and her heels came to rest on my ass, where, through subtle pressure, she encouraged me to go faster. “Baby, cum for me. I want your cum…” Her voice trailed off as she gasped for breath and started moaning more loudly.

“Let’s cum together,” I whispered, knowing that was not a strong possibility.

I settled in for the final approach; I could feel the pressure in my balls and knew I was close. She seemed to sense this, and I felt her hot breath on my neck as she tightened her grip and told me again, “Cum in me, baby, I want your cum…” as she again trailed off into another series of breathy moans. At this, I sped up, not able to last much longer, and cum in this beautiful, strange woman with mischievous eyes and thick thighs.

“I’m going to cum,” I announced, and I think I let out a low growl as I felt the pressure build and my cock tingled. Then, I was grunting in her ear, and choking back inarticulate cries as I couldn’t control it anymore and felt my first spasm. An incredible orgasm, made better by an enthusiastic partner. With her whispering in my ear and me telling her I was cumming, I pumped load after load deep inside her with short, deep strokes, my perineum clenching with each spasm. I could feel her fingers digging into my back, her nails leaving light scratches on me.

As my climax subsided, I resumed my steady, measured stroke and could feel her breathing crescendo again as I felt her stiffen. “Your turn, baby, let me hear you.” Her breathing became labored, and each exhale came out in an earthy groan as she tightened her grip on my ass with her heels and dug her fingernails into my back. She wailed in my ear for what seemed like minutes as her breathing intensified. She clung to me tightly, and I felt her whole body being wracked with spasms as she kept whispering when she could articulate words: “I’m cumming, oh baby, I’m cumming for you.”

Afterward, we lay soaked in sweat and other fluids, momentarily sated and content. “Sorry about your back. I guess I got carried away.”

“It’s okay; in time they will scar, and I will bear my memories of this day forever.” In truth, I wasn’t too concerned; I don’t think anything could have concerned me too much right then. “Next time, try to be more careful.”

“Next time? Oh, listen to Mr. Full of Himself. Who said anything about a next time?”

I wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not. “Oh, okay. I guess I should try to get back to work then,” I said with exaggerated indifference. “Do you want me to mow the backyard too?”

“Only if you promise to do it naked.”

“I’m not planning on putting my clothes back on.” I spotted a back door leading to what I assumed was the garage.

“I’ll keep the lemonade handy. But you might need to squeeze my lemons again.”

“When I’m done with the lawn, I’ll do more than that.”

“Oh, you will, will you?” She put her hand on her hip, striking a defiant pose. “And what if I don’t consent?”

“Then I will take my lawnmower and go home. But you will.”

“You’re right, I will.” She laughed at that. “I’ll just lie here and look pretty.” She batted her eyes at me. “You know, it’s been a while; I might not be able to take much more.”

“Somehow I think you’ll be fine.” I got up despite her over-exaggerated pouting, slipped my gardening clogs back on, and went to the garage’s back door. It was weird being in a stranger’s garage, naked, filling my lawn mower with her gas to mow her backyard with it.

My pale parts got more sun than they had seen in years, and her backyard grass filled two of the lawn waste bags. I was a dirty, sweaty mess as I carried the bags and rolled the lawnmower to the gate. She had gone inside and come back out with a wet towel and a blanket.

“Come here, baby.” She emphasized the word ‘baby.’ “Daddy, sir.”

I cringed. “Maybe, Daddy, in time. Definitely not, sir.” She started wiping me down with the towel. The coolness was pleasant, and I sensed myself stiffening again at her touch. “I’m definitely more of a Dom than a sub, but please don’t call me sir.”

“OK, baby.” She giggled at that as she wiped the sweat and dirt off me with the towel. “I figured I’d spare you the cold shower.”

“My penis thanks you.” I grabbed it for emphasis and squeezed the head, making the opening open and wink. “Thank you, Irina,” I said in a high-pitched, horrible attempt at ventriloquism.

She leaned down and kissed it. “You’re welcome,” she said directly at it. Then she stood, speaking to me. “A talking penis. You’re just full of surprises.”

“He keeps me up at night sometimes.”

“I bet he does.” She finished wiping me down, and I realized she had already freshened herself up a little too. I just wanted to grab her ass and kiss her.

She set the grass-spotted towel down on the table and took the blanket, spreading it on the freshly mown lawn. “I have a fantasy, Tom,” she admitted, reclining on the blanket and spreading her legs.

“I have a fantasy too,” I murmured, as I kicked off my clogs again and knelt between her legs. My cock bobbed in anticipation, but I had a taste for her and continued down until I was lying on my stomach with my face between her thighs. I scooted myself up and, resting on my elbows, parted her lips with my hands and dipped my tongue into her cleft.

“Oh no,” Irina moaned.

“Oh yes,” I replied, as I plunged a finger past her lips and felt around for her G-spot.

“Oh yes,” Irina repeated. “Oh my God…”

My tongue flicked up and found her exposed bud as my thumb teased it out of hiding. Her labia were swollen with arousal, and her taste was strong and pungent, exactly as I had hoped. I showed her clit no mercy and poked, prodded, licked and sucked on it. Within minutes, she was cursing as she pulled on my hair to bring my face closer, and I felt her thighs pressing against my head. She mumbled something unintelligible while trying to catch her breath, and then she stiffened up, clenching her thighs against my head.

I assaulted her clit with renewed vigor until she relaxed. After resting a moment and squirming languorously, Irina reached down to pull me up towards her face. I tried to resist so I could continue my attention on her clit, but she urged me to stop. “Tom, please just kiss me.”

“I am kissing you,” I said, peppering her clit with soft, quick kisses.

“Tom…”

I got up on my hands and knees and crawled the short distance where my mouth hovered over hers, and I slowly bent down to kiss her tenderly on the lips. That lasted a second before she was pulling me down and our mouths violently clashed again in a battle of lips, tongues and teeth while we made soft noises of pleasure. With the entire expanse of the blanket to work with, she maneuvered herself, legs apart, to welcome my throbbing manhood. I tried to kiss along her jawline to her neck, but she brought my face back to align our mouths again, her tongue seeking entry into my mouth, her lips covering mine.

Her hand stroked my hardness, and she tugged me towards her waiting wetness. I could feel a breeze cooling my sweaty body and the sun warming my back as I adjusted my hips to bring myself to her opening. With a gentle thrust, I was in her, and I heard her moan between closed lips as her tongue slid along my teeth.

We continued to kiss as I slowly stroked my cock the full length in and out of her. Her kisses became less desperate, but she continued to hold me tightly, with my full weight on her despite me trying to prop myself on my elbows. Her knees were up, and I could feel her heels against my ass occasionally as I continued to thrust in an unhurried rhythm.

I had never done it outdoors like that, where there was no fear of discovery. Smelling the freshly mown grass and tasting her on my lips, the cool breeze and warm sun made for a timeless moment I wasn’t sure I wanted to end. I felt her hand move down to her sex, and with our tight embrace I could feel her flicking herself under my belly as I continued my steady, deep strokes.

She stopped kissing me to catch her breath, while I kissed along her jaw to her neck, taking it in my teeth and playfully biting at her as she gasped and pulled me closer with her free hand. What I lacked in mobility was more than made up for in intimacy. I felt a warmth in me as I appreciated her tightness, and my lack of urgency as I lost track of time in the steady cadence of in and out.

I could hear her breathing change with her mouth against my ear, and she whispered, “Oh Tom,” as she moaned and held me tightly, her heels firmly pushing into my ass, urging me on. Just speeding up a little was enough to break my trance, and I started thrusting faster as I realized I was moments away from ejaculating into this strange, sexy woman again.

And I did just that as her moans subsided; I clamped down on her neck where it meets the shoulder, perhaps a little too tightly because she winced and cried out at it, but then I was breathing hard through closed teeth as I thrust hard with each spasm that sent my cum pulsing into her womb. I could feel her lips at my ear as she whispered repeatedly, “Oh, Tom...”

Finally, I relaxed, my cock still in her, resting my full weight on her as her hands gently stroked my back, murmuring soft sounds of pleasure as I caught my breath.

“Wow,” was all I could say. “Wow”.

“You silver-tongued devil, you.” Irina mused, kissing me softly on my ear and the side of my face. “But I know. Wow.”

“I definitely didn’t have this on my bingo card for today. Or this year.” I admitted.

“No? Hooking up with the MILF across the street wasn’t inevitable?”

“Hardly.”

“I don’t know what came over me,” she said haltingly, unsure if she should admit that. “Something about you, I dunno. I trusted you,” she continued. “You’re kind. Even if you didn’t want me, you would have spared my feelings. And still mowed my lawn.”

I laughed at that. “I just thought I was being a good neighbor.”

“Oh,” she exclaimed, “you were a great neighbor.” Her hand was now tousling my hair. “I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t made things awkward. I don’t even know if you have a girlfriend. I just thought it would be fun to flirt, you know? To feel wanted.”

“How long have you been alone, Irina?”

“Too long.”

“Me too.”

“I hope I didn’t screw up.”

“Are you afraid I’ll get clingy and stalk you?”

She chuckled at that. “No, I’m afraid you’ll feel awkward and not want to see me, and I’ll lose a potential friend.”

“Oh, Irina,” I whispered, turning my head to kiss her. We kissed gently and slowly for a while, and my prick eventually shrank enough to slide out of her.

Suddenly, I felt a moment of panic. “What time is it? The kids…”

“I set a timer, relax. We’re good,” she said reassuringly. “I wouldn’t put Jake through the trauma of seeing his mom naked in the backyard with the neighbor on top of her.”

“That could be hard to explain,” I observed. “I’m not even sure how I’d explain that to Hazel.” I paused. “Hey honey, I’m seeing the woman across the street.”

“It doesn’t sound that crazy, but we might want to be discreet for a while until we see how things go.”

“No, I didn’t mean it to sound like it was crazy, just hard to explain. Like how does something like this happen?”

“It’s like what happens in a bad romance novel.” We both laughed at that, and then Irina’s phone announced a one-hour warning.

“One-hour warning?” I sat up. “What happens in an hour?”

“Our kids? The bus? That’s how long you have to get off me and get your lawnmower back home.”

“Right. Damn, I still have work to do today. I can’t believe time got away so quickly.”

We both got up, shook out the blanket, and I retrieved my still-damp clothes. I started putting them back on as she took the empty pitcher and tumblers inside. I had just finished getting dressed when she returned with water and fresh ice. We stood in silence, drinking our water for a few minutes.

“When can I see you again?” I asked.

Her face brightened. “When would you like to?”

“It might be a few days until I can get time away during the day when the kids are in school.”

“Yeah, same here. My schedule is usually full, but I can adjust if I have a few days’ warning.” She raised her tumbler. “Here’s to problematic schedules.”

I lifted my tumbler. “And here’s to a bad romance.”

She reached out and caught my shirt, pulling me closer. “Shut up and kiss me, you goof.”