I was probably around ten when Val moved in next door. She was in her mid-thirties, recently divorced, and looking back with an adult perspective, extremely attractive, but at the time, my ten-year-old self didn’t appropriately appreciate this new neighbor with her blonde, pixie-cut hair and voluptuous figure.
Over the years, Val and my parents became close friends, and I soon came to think of her as a kind of “cool aunt.” Before moving to our town, Val had worked as a journalist for a rock magazine, and I spent countless hours listening to her stories about famous rock stars and their antics. Needless to say, growing up next door to her was pretty cool, but everything changed when I was fourteen.
It was warm and sunny that Saturday in late June. My parents had gone out of town for the day, and I was left with the task of mowing the back yard, which I was not happy about at all. I had gotten the mower out and was just about to get started when I saw Val pop her head over the fence.
“Hey kiddo, whatcha doin?” she asked smiling. I looked up at her. “About to mow the yard,” I said with a frown. She grinned. “Sounds like a bummer,” she told me. “But a little yard work never hurt anyone.” “I know,” I replied. “But I was supposed to go to the movies with some friends today, and well, here I am instead.” She chuckled. “It’ll be okay,” she tried to reassure me. “There’ll be other days and other movies, but I’ll tell you what. I’m going to grab a little sun, and when you get done with your mowing, we’ll go down to the video store, and rent any movie you want. Then we’ll order a pizza and have our own movie night. My treat.” I smiled at her. “You have a deal,” I told her excitedly. “Okay then,” she said. “You have a couple of hours. Better hop to it.” She disappeared back over the fence and I got right to mowing. Like I said before, I loved hanging out with Val, she was just that cool.
About an hour in, the mower ran out of gas, and when I went into the shed to get the gas can, I discovered it was empty. “Well I guess I won’t be finishing it today,” I said to myself as I left the shed. “I better go let Val know.” I walked over to the fence, and as I looked over, all thoughts left my mind. She was laying in the middle of her yard on a towel and she was completely naked. Up to that point, I had seen a Playboy or two and had watched my fair share of late-night cable, but I had never seen a nude woman in person, and it felt like time had stopped as I took in the scene before me.
Val’s naked body was covered in a sheen of sweat and oil. I felt myself harden as I looked first at her huge breasts as they sat firmly atop her chest like two mountains, then to the mound at the fork of her legs, which was covered with a neatly trimmed patch of blond hair that glistened in the sun. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Val’s body was amazing, and I could only imagine if her ass was as good as the rest of her. I was still pondering this when I saw her begin to stir. I dropped back behind the fence, hoping I wasn’t about to get caught. After a moment, I was satisfied I was in the clear, and I went into the house.
Once in the safety of my room, I closed the blinds and laid down on my bed. I was still rock hard, my balls ached, and I had to relieve the pressure. I had masturbated a few times before, but doing it while thinking of Val was intense, and I was still thinking of it all when she came to pick me up an hour later.
The whole time I was with her that evening, it was all I could do not to act awkward. Every time I looked at her, all I saw were her glorious breasts or the neatly trimmed bush between her legs. Because of this, I maintained a constant erection the whole evening, and once I was able to relieve it later that night, it was even more intense than before.
As time and the years moved on, I got good at acting like my normal old self when Val was around, but at night, in the darkness of my room, she became my personal sex goddess. I fantasized about her constantly. Just the mere thought of her naked got me hard. The only drawback of my obsession was it really put a damper on my dating life. No matter how attractive the girl, it was my sexy neighbor I thought of.
I hoped that by the time I graduated from high school my desire for Val would dim, but it only grew. Now I lusted after her like a man rather than a teenage boy, and I began to wonder if the only way to put an end to my obsession was to have sex with Val, but I knew that would never happen. I was just an eighteen-year-old kid to her, and she was a woman in her prime. Then one day during the summer before I left for college, the phone rang.
My parents were gone for the weekend and I was enjoying my time hanging around the house. I was just browsing through the TV channels, looking for something interesting to watch when the call came in. I answered it and found Val on the other end. She told me how she had been trying to water her lawn, but the handle to the faucet had broken and she needed my help to get the water turned off. Of course I told her I would be right over to help.
I went to the shed, grabbed some tools, and then went through the gate that connected our two yards. I located the problem faucet, and after a couple of minutes, got it shut off. I walked to Val’s patio door and knocked, and when she came to the door wearing a somewhat skimpy two-piece bikini, I almost forgot why I was there.
“Thank God you got it turned off,” she told me gratefully. “I really need to get a set of tools for that kind of stuff.” I tried to listen to what else she was saying, but it was no use. I could barely hear her, much less respond, so instead I just stared. Seeing her wearing nearly nothing caused the image from that day four years ago to surface, and instantly I was hard.
When I was finally able to pull myself out of my stupor, I realized she was staring at me with a funny look on her face. “Huh?” I asked her. “I asked if I could get you something to drink for helping me,” she said. “Sure,” I managed to reply. She motioned me into the house.
I sat down at her table as she put ice in two glasses and filled them with tea. I couldn’t help but watch her hungrily as she made the drinks. After a moment she came to the table with the two glasses and sat down across from me. I thought of how close her breasts were to me and how they would feel in my hands.
“You know, if you keep staring at me like that, your head is liable to explode,” Val said casually. I looked at her dumbstruck. “Don’t even try to play innocent,” she continued. “You have been ogling me ever since I answered the door. I don’t know whether to be upset or flattered.” I felt a mixture of shame and growing desire and all I could do was mumble a weak apology.
She didn’t say anything for the longest time but just sat staring at me. Finally, she stood up, came around to my side of the table, and then sat on the edge right next to me.
“So tell me something,” she said. “Am I that good to look at?” I stared up at her with wide eyes. “Don’t be shy,” Val said. “We’re both adults. Do you like what you see that much?” I nodded my head. “I see,” she replied. “You know, you really should be ashamed of yourself for looking at me that way. After all, I’ve practically helped raise you.”
I looked down at the floor. “I know,” I told her. “It’s just that I can’t help myself. Ever since…” I trailed off. She folded her arms across her massive chest. “Ever since what?” Val asked insistently.
I was left with no choice, so I told her about that day four years earlier and what I had seen. “You dirty boy,” she said grinning. “Granted, I should have known better than to sunbathe nude with you just over the fence, but I never would have imagined you would peek over the fence at me. I bet you’ve had dirty thoughts about me ever since, huh?” My face reddened, and that was all the answer she needed.
“I really should be upset with you,” Val said uncrossing her arms. “But I’m actually very flattered. When a woman hits her forties she’ll take any compliment she can get. Besides it feels really good to be desired by someone and to be honest I haven’t felt desired by anyone in a long time.” I looked at her in disbelief. “If she only knew…” I thought. “I honestly don’t know what to do about this,” she continued while looking at me with a thoughtful expression. Finally, she shrugged, causing her large breasts to bounce. “I guess I should see just how much you really desire me,” she said reaching down and putting her hand on my crotch.
Throughout this whole conversation, I had gotten harder and more engorged, and with her hand now touching my manhood, I had to fight to keep from cumming in my pants. “My, my,” she said teasingly. “You’ve definitely grown up in more ways than one.”
Val began stroking me through my pants, but I had to stop her. “You keep doing that and I’ll cum in my jeans,” I told her. She grinned. “We mustn’t let that happen now, should we?” She pulled me to my feet and then crouched down and began to undo my jeans and slide them down my legs. Once my member was free from its bonds, Val took it in her mouth. She slowly began sucking and licking as she moved her lips up and down my shaft. I was beginning to lose it, and sensing the coming eruption, Val began sucking on the tip while she stroked me hard with her hand. With a groan, I exploded with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, and when I looked down at her, I realized she had swallowed everything I had given her. “Damn,” she said. “That was so much. I certainly hope there’s more where that came from.”
She stood up and then led me to her bedroom. After closing the door, Val began to strip off her bathing suit. Now completely naked, she turned in a small circle, giving me a good look at her naked body. It was still just as amazing as it was four years ago. “So, how many times have you stroked yourself off while thinking of me like this?” she asked as she rubbed her hands up and down her body. “Too many to count,” I told her hungrily. “Such a dirty boy,” Val said now squeezing her breasts together. “I bet you’ve thought about sucking and groping my tits while you played with yourself, haven’t you?” I nodded greedily. “While you’ve tugged on your cock, how often have you wished it was in pussy instead of your hand?” Val asked as she inserted two fingers inside herself. “More than you will ever know,” I told her. She put the two fingers in her mouth, cleaning the juices off them with her tongue. “Mmm, so good,” she said. “I bet you want to taste it too, huh?” Val walked over to me, took my swollen penis in her hand, and then began to stroke it. “All those things you’ve fantasized about doing to me for so long, are about to come true,” she said as she pushed me down on the bed, and then crawled on top of me.
She reached between her legs and guided me into her wetness. With a moan, she slid down on it. “Damn, I can’t believe how big you are,” Val said exhaling. “I bet you tear the girls up.” I shook my head. “This is my first time,” I told her. “Really,” she said biting her bottom lip. “Then we better make this memorable.”
She began moving her hips slowly at first, then faster. Val rode me like I was a champion thoroughbred, and nothing I had ever imagined even came close to reality. I fought hard not to cum as she fucked me, and just when I thought I couldn’t hold it anymore, she stopped and put her breasts in my face. “Suck my tits for a bit,” she said breathing heavily. “If we’re going to cum together, you need a rest.” I squeezed and sucked her nipples while listening to her moan softly. After a short time, Val continued her ride, and before long I was back to holding on to the edge. “Just hold tight baby, I’m almost there,” she said between breaths. Val rocked her hips faster and harder. “NOW,” she screamed. I let go, and felt the release of my cum fill up the inside her. She moaned and convulsed before finally collapsing on top of me, and after she had recovered somewhat, she began kissing me.
“How was that for your first?” she asked me between kisses. “Better than I ever imagined,” I told her. She smiled. “Good, but don’t think I’m done with you just yet,” she said as she got off me. She bent down, took me in her mouth again, and began to clean our combined juices off my dick with her mouth. It felt so good that before I knew it, I had added more to the mix. “Mmm,” she said as she lapped it up as well.
We must have had sex nearly a dozen times that afternoon. After all, I had four years’ worth of pent up frustration to work off, and she was more than willing to help release it. Val had told me that she was going to make all of my fantasies about her come true, and over the course of that summer, and beyond, she did just that.
Even now as I write this, I can’t help but think of her, and the things we will do when I go home for my next visit.
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