The Neighbor Chronicles, Part 1: “N” [MF] NSFW

N. lives across the street from us and I’ve had a thing for her ever since she moved in years ago. Long, wild blonde hair, curvaceous butt and strong thighs, tiny breasts and a carefree, vibrant attitude. Probably about 10 years younger than me, and lives alone. She’s an avid cyclist, and in the habit of coming back from a ride on a hot summer day and mowing her lawn while still wearing her tight spandex cycling shorts and cycling jersey. So on this particular day I happened to see her come back from a ride, as I was sitting on the front porch reading. We waved and smiled at each other. She put her bike inside and then came back out to mow her lawn. I saw that she was having trouble getting the mower started, and decided to be chivalrous and try to help. I don’t know a damn thing about engines, but I put my book down and walked over anyway.

“Having trouble with the mower?”

“Yeah, I don’t know why, the stupid thing doesn’t want to start today.” She laughed. She had a big, vivacious laugh.

“Mind if I take a look?” She nodded and shrugged, and I played around with it for a minute. “The spark plug is loose. Do you have a pair of pliers?”

“Oh yeah, inside.” She turned and walked toward her front door. I watched her round, muscular ass for a few steps, then followed her. Her arms and legs were covered in tiny beads of sweat left over from her bike ride. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a loose braid that swayed from side to side as she walked. At the front door she looked over her shoulder with a little bit of a smile on her lips. “I have some tools in the kitchen.” Then she held the door open for me as she stepped inside. I followed her in and closed the door behind us.

I realized I’d never seen the inside of her house in the several years we’d been neighbors. I stood in the living room checking out the place, and waited as she went into the kitchen. A few seconds later she called out, “Can you come in here and help me for a sec?”

In the kitchen, she was standing on a low step stool, on tippy toes trying to reach up into a high cabinet. The stretch accentuated the smooth, strong muscles in her calves and thighs, and made her ass look that much more enticing. “I think I’m gonna fall over reaching up here,” she said, again followed by her big laugh.

I walked over expecting her to get down so I could get up on the stool, but instead she reached out a hand and guided mine onto her hip. “Just hold on to me for a sec, ok?” I put my other hand on her other side and steadied her as she reached up into the cabinet. Standing closer to her, I could smell the sweet, salty sweat that clung to her skin.

As she finished reaching and then stepped down, she moved backwards and pushed her ass into my face a little. I wasn’t sure if it was accidental. So on an impulse I didn’t let go of her hips, and I kept my face where it was just a little longer than might be deemed polite.

She didn’t say anything, but also didn’t move. I could smell her scent through the bike shorts, mixed with the sweat, and I started to get aroused. She stepped down off the stool and, still with her back to me, pushed her black spandex covered ass up against my crotch. “You know, I’ve seen you watching me before when I mow the lawn,” she said. Then that laugh again.

She walked out into the living room where there was a daybed up against one wall. She tossed the pliers she was holding over onto the sofa on the opposite side of the room, and then unzipped the long zipper on the front of her cycling jersey almost down to her navel. “Come over here,” she instructed.

I stepped up to her and she again took my hand, this time guiding it inside her shirt and over her left breast. Her whole chest was slick with a sheen of sweat, and I could feel a large nipple hardening in the center of her tiny breast. I gently played with her nipple between my thumb and first finger. By this point I was hard as a rock, and my cock was pushing a little painfully against the front of my jeans. She was watching me, not quite smiling but with a glint in her eyes.

My urges took over. With my free hand I undid the zipper on her cycling shirt completely and pushed the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. Her upper body was petite, with strong lean arms and supple shoulders, a beautifully sweaty collar bone, and of course those gorgeous small breasts, each with a small areola but a large, hard nipple. I knelt down and licked her smooth, warm stomach in a line up from her navel. I felt her stomach muscles tighten a little. The salty taste just made me more aroused.

I stood up and cupped her breasts with both my hands. I leaned in and kissed her and she forcefully pushed her tongue into my mouth. My cock throbbed inside my jeans.

Her cycling shorts were tight, but I managed to quickly push them down and she more than willingly stepped out of them and slipped off her shoes. Now she was naked in front of me, and I could see her mostly shaved pussy with just a small triangle of neatly trimmed light brown hair on top of it. She reached back and undid her braid, then ran her fingers through it so her wild mane of blonde hair hung down below her shoulders.

I put my hands on her arms and guided her back to the daybed. She sat down on the edge, and I pushed her knees apart with my hands and knelt down on the floor in front of her. As I leaned my face forward, the smell of her pussy mixed with her sweat was overwhelming. My mouth got wet with saliva, and I had to restrain myself from being too aggressive as I started to lick her.

I moved my tongue in long, looping strokes encircling her lips, stopping at the top each time to pay extra attention to her engorged clit. She was already very wet, so I got a full taste of her juices when I finally stuck my tongue as deep into her pussy as it would go. She moaned and I felt her hands on the sides of my head, fingers running though my hair.

Suddenly she pushed me away, and stood up. She pulled the daybed out from where it was pushed up against the wall, and pointed at the bed. I laid down on it, my legs hanging off the end and my feet planted on the floor. She climbed on, knees straddling my head as she lowered herself down onto my face. I began licking again, alternating between circling, flicking and gently sucking on her clit, and sticking my tongue inside her. My hands were now firmly planted on each of her ass cheeks, gripping and kneading them.

She was grinding her hips forward and back as I ate her out, and I worked to match her rhythm with the motions of my tongue and lips. I could tell she wanted the attention now all on her clit, and my tongue was happy to oblige. Then I felt her hand on mine, and guiding my fingers in between her cheeks. I understood… From the back, I slipped my finger onto her pussy lips until it was nice and slick. Then, while still licking her, I began to gently circle her tight little pucker with my finger. I felt her muscles tightening and relaxing. After a few more circles I pushed the finger into her, slowly. She moaned, and I could feel her pussy getting even wetter.

I moved my finger in and out of her, licking her clit in rapid little flicks of my tongue. “Suck it,” she said, and I realized we hadn’t said a word to each other for several minutes. I put my lips together and drew her swollen clit into it, sucking on it in gentle pulses. She moaned loudly, and pushed her pelvis hard against my face. I sucked a little harder, a little faster, and kept my finger moving in and out of her.

She kept her pussy pressed hard against my face, not moving her hips any more, and let out a long, extended moan. I could tell she was close and kept up the pace. I was so excited at this point I thought my cock would bust through the front of my jeans.

Then suddenly I felt her ass and pussy contracting in quick spasms. She let out a loud “Unh unh unnnhhh!” and then I heard her breathing slow. She put her hand on my head as if to say stop, so I released her clit from my lips and slowly pulled the tip of my finger from inside her ass.

She was quiet, just breathing, and after a few seconds she swung her leg over and stood up again.

She reached over, grabbed a tissue and handed it to me. “You’re probably gonna wanna wipe off that finger before you leave.” With her other hand she was gently stroking her pussy.

I was suddenly confused and, I have to admit, feeling a little let down. I mean, I was more than happy to go down on her, and it was incredibly gratifying to feel and hear her cumming, but I guess I’d expected a little reciprocation.

As I took the tissue and wiped off my finger, I just kinda looked down at the floor. I started to take a step towards the door and then I heard that laugh again. I looked up and she had a big, mischievous grin on her face. “I’m just kidding! Get your cock out. Now.”

But she didn’t move. There was a moment or two, and then she said “Well, what are you waiting for?”

I stripped as quickly as I could and stood in front of her, my dick throbbing.

“I like the trimmed pubes, and your balls are shaved smooth. Mmm,” she said, and giggled a little.

She reached out and grabbed my manhood like it was a handle and pulled me toward her. “Now you’re gonna fuck the shit out of me with that thing and when I say so to you’re gonna cum exactly where I tell you to.” She kissed me again and like before, her hot wet tongue probed into my mouth.

She went over to the daybed and put a small pillow down in the middle. She laid down on top of it, so the pillow hiked her butt up into the air.

I climbed onto the daybed and planted my knees between her legs. She reached a hand out from underneath and guided my cock into the still very wet opening of her pussy. Then she squeezed it just a little too hard. “Slow at first, ok?” she said. The squeeze a warning of what I might get if I disobeyed.

She spread her lips apart slightly and I pushed the tip of my manhood into her. It felt incredible but I pulled back out. I pushed in a second time, a bit further. I repeated this way until I’d gotten myself all the way inside. I held on to her hips and made love to her with deep, slow strokes. She had one hand on her pussy, gently massaging her clit. Then she reached the hand back and cupped my balls. “I want to feel those balls slapping against my ass.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I gripped her hips a little tighter and started thrusting faster, in and out as deep as I could each time, to make sure I fulfilled her request.

“Faster,” she whispered. I could feel her hand back on her pussy, rubbing it while I fucked her. I
sped up, plunging into her faster and faster. We both moaned. It felt so good I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and could feel my cock starting to twitch.

She must have felt it too, because she pulled herself forward and I slid out of her. Without saying a word she turned, and licked the underside of my cock from the base up to the tip, and then took me inside her mouth. She sucked aggressively, while gently tugging on my balls with one hand. Still sucking, she started to moan “mmm hmm” over and over. She looked up at me and opened her eyes wide as if to say “cum now.” It was already too much to withstand anyway. I ran my fingers through her hair. The “mm hmm”s continued and I erupted in her mouth, groaning loudly three, four, five times as my cock spasmed and the cum shot out of me. She stopped sucking and I pulled out of her mouth, exhausted and spent.

She wiped her lips off with a finger and then rubbed that finger teasingly on her nipples. “I don’t usually swallow, but it seemed the neighborly thing to do.” She laughed her big laugh again, and I couldn’t help but laugh too.

Then she stood up and pushed my closes toward me with her foot. She walked over to the sofa and tossed the pliers at me. “I’m going to go take a shower. Get outside and fix my fucking lawnmower.”

I watched her ascend the stairs, laughing the whole way.

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