All growing up much of my time was spent at the house that nested aside mine. Our neighbors were kind, simple people, who helped raise me for much of my life. They had a daughter a few years my minor, Ali, whom I’d go over to play with nigh daily. Her father, Kev, was a mechanic who was a pretty terrible alcoholic. He was verbally-abusive, and undeservingly mistreated his wife, so much so that police would be alerted on a monthly basis. His wife was as exotic as her name, Raquel, whom ever since I can remember I’ve been infatuated with. Raquel barely surpassed five feet. She had incredible curves, starting from her legs building up to her large, perfectly round breasts that hung off her body elegantly. All these waves were complimented by her tan, lightly freckled skin, as per her being part Italian. She had brown hair with caramel highlights that waterfalled down to her shoulders, and soft hazel eyes that broke part from the rest of her adorable round face. This culminated into a quite an enticing package. Growing up I would always try to sneak a peak at her whenever possible. One time, I even got to see her bare-breasts when her top fell down. This only fueled my desire. Her breasts matched the rest of her skin. Tan dotted with mocha, and the apparent smoothness made me want nothing more than to run my hands across them. The delectable skin was met by dainty, pale nipples that were juxtaposed by her sizable olive breasts. Simply tantalizing. Is it possible to fall in love with someone based on their 36 year old body? Raquel legitimately made me ponder that. Every time I would go next door, I’d get every glimpse of her I could. Sometimes I couldn’t save my hard on for home, which would force me to sit on their couch until I got my mind off Raquel enough to stand up. The most I had gotten to see of her below the waist was a night she was laying in bed. Every night Raquel wore a loose fitting red t-shirt that came to a halt by skimpy, flowing gym shorts. While laying on her bed reading, I was sitting at the end of it. Her being distracted by her book only encouraged me to look up her shorts, and what I saw was enough for my 13 year old mind. Her smooth legs ran up and gave me a sight at her inner-thigh that I knew led to her pussy. So close. Teasing me. Being shielded by nothing but a small piece of cloth.
The best visual representation I can give of her is Kianna Dior, only Raquel looked much less artificial pornstar-esque, and more mother next door:
(SFW) http://i.imgur.com/rPxLIV6.jpg
After years of fantasizing about her, I stopped going over there. I simply grew older and uninterested in playing with her daughter. I would quickly miss seeing Raquel in her cheetah-print bikini out by the pool. I would miss seeing her low cut tops come into view as she washed the dishes. I would miss the actual sight of her, and not just an image in my fantasies. I missed it so much, that I would eventually go back over to see her.
I was 19 by this time. It was a weekday, and Raquel was home presumably working. I could tell no one else was over, so I decided to go see her. I figured it would re-spark something, and I was thirsty for the vivid fantasies I had when I was younger. I stand by the door, eventually building up the courage to knock. Just the anticipation of knowing I would get to see her was making me hard. That’s the impact this woman had on me. I await as the brisk morning air cooled my exterior, but was futile against the warmth swirling in my stomach. I see a blur through the window, then the door opened, changing the view from the bland pure white the door was painted with, to the silky, speckled caramel Raquel was painted with. Her face lights up and is plastered with a smile. Her almond eyes lift up and seemingly glistened from the morning mist. After the lustful haze began to clear, I could finally see her. She had of course aged, but not in a negative fashion. Her face hadn’t changed much, of course showing a few more years, yet that didn’t taint any of her beauty, it only added maturity. No makeup was to be found, yet nothing seemed to be missing. It was at that point that I knew her flame still burned inside me, even after years without kindling. “Hi!” she exclaimed with the utmost enthusiasm. She leaned towards me, wrapped her arms around me, and squeezed. To her it was nothing more than an ordinary hug, a greeting. To me however, it was so much more. I could feel her breasts mash up against me. Her delicate hands rested on my back. Her scent, that may well have been nothing but the daybreak air, but still made my heart balloon in my chest. It was at that moment I realized I hadn’t even looked beyond her face. Time graciously came to a crawl, allowing me to observe what I had since neglected. Draping down the sides of her face, her hair was modestly dripping water on the stone porch beneath me. I followed the trail down to her collar, then realized she had just gotten out of the shower. Hanging down her body was, to my surprise, a loose-fitting, crimson red shirt that she still wore as a nightgown, decorated by a platinum heart necklace. It was almost as though she had read my fantasies out of a novel. I then continued the long process of gazing. Her body was the most difficult region to assess. The shirt had withheld all that I dreamed of seeing, without giving much insight. Her breasts still protruded from her body in an unmistakable fashion. Her curves were still intact. Surely something were to have changed? It wasn’t until she leaned against the doorframe that uncovered what her glorious tits were retaining. Beneath them was her stomach, which was no longer as flush as I had recalled, yet still appeared quite in-shape. A minor nuance. It may just be my immense enthrallment, but dare I say I preferred her in her current state. She seemed slightly curvier, more enchanting, and there was something almost erotic about accepting her minor changes and still being aroused by her all these years later. After standing on the bristled doormat for what felt like a decade, she stepped back and pointed her hand towards the kitchen as an invitation. I walked in, as she followed closely behind. I sat down at the breakfast bar, as she went behind the counter to the inside of the kitchen that resided across from me. A brick of marble situated in between us. My heart was pounding, my cock was hard, yet all we did was chat. We asked about what each other was up to. She asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said no, that the last one didn’t end well. Perhaps wishful thinking, but I felt a change in her voice occur after she acquired that knowledge. Almost like a cougar changing its stride as they near prey. I then followed up by asking about her and her husband, Kev. She paused, then glanced up. After a moment’s hesitation, she said they were planning to divorce once her daughter moved out. She requested it remained between the two of us, and I obliged. She then broke the silence by asking if I wanted coffee, upon which I took her offer. She turned around to the coffee maker, and reached up to retrieve a cup. Her shirt then arose to reveal the the very bottom of her butt. I grabbed my cock immediately, and felt my heart contract like a snare. I threw my hands onto the cold marble surface in an attempt to calm myself down, but Raquel’s seductive grip on me was too searing. She turned around and placed the coffee in front of me, and gave a simper when the cup hit the breakfast bar in front of me.
I then questioned if she was comfortable discussing her plans after the divorce. She nodded and said she trusts me, then confided in me about her concerns with finding someone after Kev. “Are you kidding?” I blurted out. I immediately regret my remark. I hoped she would just leave it at that. She responded asking what I meant. Oh no. I choked up, but managed to utter out “well you just…still look really, uh, really great.” She leaned her head down in an attempt to conceal her grin and brushed her hair behind her ear. I had never been so turned on. She then carried her mug to my side of the breakfast bar, then sat beside me. Her mouth opened, but hardly any voice breached the air. “Thank you,” she half spoke. It was a shocking revelation that a woman I deemed so radiating could have such insecurities. She anxiously sat there while I merely stared into her eyes like a fool. Whether what followed was out of impulse or longing, I’ll never know. She bent towards me, set her hand on my knee, then rested her lips against mine. My hand reached her cheek, but only seconds before she pulled away. She raised her coffee mug as a defensive mechanism, then apologized. I need to think fast. “I have something to tell you as well.” She nodded. What ensued were words a high schooler would classify as ‘lame’. “I’ve cared about you for a long time.” She appeared to really find the sentiment behind my tawdry words. She leaned in and kissed me again, but this time on my cheek as a thank you. Her hand reached for my knee a second time, only not for support. Slithering up my leg, I stopped her for what she thought was concern. I tilted myself towards her, then place my hand on the interior of her leg, just inches from her pussy. I rub back and forth as our lips intertwine. She pulls back, grabs my hand, then as my heart begins to tragically sink, the sides of her mouth curl up. My hand is carried, being lead towards the stairs. While walking up all thirteen steps, I stare up to get a glimpse beneath her shirt like I had when I was young. Her head turns back and giggles innocently.
Before I realize it, we reach her bed room. She lays down on her bed, then I rest beside her. We kiss. No real way to describe it. It felt so pure. We kiss. My hand is settled atop her stomach, her hand on my own. Her leg is perched up, calling my hand down. My lips descend to her neck. I can smell the aroma her freshly washed hair, still slightly wet. I nibble on her ear as I hold in my smirks, then begin to work down towards her breasts with my tongue. Once her skin begins to feel soft against my lips alerting me I’m near her chest, she then sits up and gets in my lap facing me. Her fingers press against my chest, and she straddles me, letting out a soft moan. Her fingertips depart from my chest, ending up around the bottom of her shirt. Without second though, she slowly pulls up, raising the curtain that has been hiding her delicate body for years now. I remove my own, then rest my hands on her hips. I see a glimpse of her breasts, but only briefly before she quickly cups them in her fragile hands. Seductively biting her lip, she begins to shake them, teasing me with the jiggles of what she knows I consider to be irresistible. I slide my hands up her stomach, following her curves, then push them underneath her fingers. I’ve never felt such euphoric tenderness. Her nipples slide in between my thumbs, making her let out a high pitch squeal. I peel both our hands back, then place my mouth on them as she holds my head against her, proceeding to grind me. She breaths slowly. Feeling her mound stride against me sends the urge the hold it. My hand slides from her hip to her inner leg. Her humps come to a pause for me, waiting for my next move. My hand finds its way. I feel the wetness through the fabric of her panties. I gently begin to rub. It’s not enough, for either of us. I quickly roll over, laying her on her back, sprawled out. Her breasts press against her, me in between her legs. I slip my hand down her underwear, and insert a finger. Warm. Wet. Welcoming. A second finger slides into her pussy. I match the rhythm to her moans, watching her tits shake as my finger slides in and out of her body. She whispers into my ear “right there baby” as I rub against her vaginal wall. I feel her g-spot, and her legs begin to squirm as she places her hand over my cock, still trapped behind my pants. Her breathing swells stronger, I can feel it in my chest. She tastefully unbuttons my pants, then I take over to fully remove them. Her eyes light up. She gets overtaken with playfulness, enjoying my cock through my boxers, all while my fingers are still inside her. She then takes out my cock and begins stroking it loosely. I delve in with a loving kiss, feeling the vibrations of her lips as she tries to let out a moan. We lay there, enjoying each other’s bodies, pleasuring. I finally unequip my boxers, removing the last piece of clothing between us. I lay on top of her, my tongue exploring hers. My cock in between us resting against her stomach, my balls hanging draped against her pussy, feeling each other’s heart beat through our chests. “I want you inside me” she whispers directly into my ear, as she reaches towards the nightstand. Gliding her hand in between our stomachs, she wraps her thin fingers around me, unrolls a condom she sneakily retrieved, then guides me inside of her. As it leisurely sinks into her, we both let out a breath. I lift my torso up to begin thrusting, as her hands find their way around my neck. Her legs sprawled out, I begin to pump into her. Nothing but thin latex separating us, yet I couldn’t feel closer. My penis throbbed inside of her, and I could feel her muscles tensing up, then loosening as I went deeper. The rhythm of our hips begin to get in sync with one another, our breaths building up together. I see her breasts jiggling each time I thrust into her with force. Her legs quiver, her feet arch. She looks at me with a dazed look, her eyes barely open, yet so full of life, yearning for more. It’s too much for me. I drive myself into her once more, feeling more of her than I had before. “Oh YES” she shrieks. Ecstasy overtakes me as I orgasm, staring deeply into her loving, dare I say motherly eyes. I collapse on top of her. Each of us covered in sweat, wreaking of pleasure. We lay in exhaustion, me still inside of her, and kiss. Just kiss. The taste of her lips and the feeling of her steamy body excites my inexperienced self yet again. My cock grows inside of her. She takes notice. Like a wild cat, she swiftly rolls over and pounces, towering on top of me taking dominance. One hand on my chest, the other on her leg for support, she begins gyrating her hips forward and back, grinding against me. I rest my hands on her breasts, feeling the vibrations. The intensity began getting to her, so much so she lifts my hand from her body to place my finger in her mouth. She gently bites down. Her waist sped up as her body trembled, forcing her to fall forward, her hands planting next to my head. Her hair envelops around my face, making a perfect tunnel to her burning hazel eyes. I could see the passion in them. Already I could feel her starting to cum. The fierce silence is broken by her sudden booming cries of bliss. Her legs tighten against my sides, her lower body pushes down to thrust me deeper inside of her, and clit tensing around me. Her legs quake, her squeals grow deafening, and her muscles pulse against cock. The noises turn to steady breaths. Never losing eye contact, she slides off of me, us being apart for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. Knowing I’m about to blow, she sits up and presses my cock against her stubbly pubic area and begins to serenely rub the head. “Once more” is all I need to hear from her before I cum. Once I begin to ejaculate, she lays herself on top of me. I feel the pressure of her stomach against my cock, then feel the warm semen released between us. I place my hands on her ass, applying more pressure, then finish as we started, with my lips pressed softly against hers. She lifts her lips off mine, smirks, then brushes her hair behind her ear. We lay there smiling at one another, passionately kissing, never wanting to get up. This lasted about an hour before cuddling took over. It felt like love. Maybe it was.
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