Chronicles of Clay, newly single male, meets a goddess Sheila neighbor. [M] [F]

I’m providing a brief history thinking that this might make it better to understand and relate to the person behind these stories.
Please excuse grammar or punctuation errors, I’ll do my best and welcome constructive feedback. For those able to look past a non writers mistakes and focus on the story, you will be rewarded and entertained..
These chronicles are 100% true !! I will attempt to recapture moments in words as accurately as I can, yet blur details for privacy.

If you wish to bypass and get straight to the story I’ve put a line of “ ***** “

I’m currently creeping up on near 50 years of age, and I’ve lived an absolutely incredible life in near every aspect. I can say this because ….I’m here, and upon reflection of every adversity I’ve encounter, I’m still here.
I grew up rich but not wealthy. We were a large Christian family with a mother whose life passion was to simply love, and her love overflowed from our home into the community as a volunteer in near everything.
Our father was hardworking, strict, and instilled in us a respect for women. Yes opening doors, carrying anything heavy, and if mom pulled up in the driveway from grocery shopping and made it to the front door holding one bag, there was hell to pay, and he was the funniest man I’ve ever known. ( international use of “and” poetic liberty )
Growing up I played every sport available, with sports and running becoming a huge part of my adult life…

My chronicles will start at a period in my life after a divorce from my high school girlfriend. This alone could be a story. Yes men can be abused. Yes I hung on way to long thinking with a combination of sports mentality of never quitting/over coming adversity, and my upbringing of loyalty to family, that things would change.

my eyes were about to open to a whole new world……

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It was a few months after the divorce. I was done getting settled into a new home, and I remember the day I looked around and a true feeling of freedom overcame me… it absolutely felt most comparable to a warm spring breeze that blew through me.
I had been so caught up in the drama of the divorce, getting set up in a new apartment, and getting my new construction business rolling that I never soaked up my surroundings. But there I was standing on my ground floor little cement slab patio just enjoying the warmth of the sun, which was only interrupted by the metal rustling of a chaise lawn chair.
I looked to my left and there she was… 5ft 9” long blond hair, slim athletic build, and low 30’s. She was facing my immediate direction, bending over exposing her beautiful breasts popping out of a black bikini. I spent an eternity exploring the crevasse of her breasts…my travels led to a toned golden long torso, her abs gently rolled me through the landscape of a never ending sun shimmering prairie field. Her bikini bottom was stretched around her mound. It was the barest of essentials to be out in public… I could almost hear the screams of her straps struggling to hold on and not pop… the fibers slowly shredding… the knots squeaking as they began to slip…I traced every shadowy contour of her mound… a thin fold in her black bikini bottom was enough to give me X-ray vision imagining her pink folds warmed by the sun on the fabric. Her long silky tanned legs made it feel as is if she was naturally wearing 4” heels… and perfect skin. She moved with a refined mannerism. Her struggle with the chaise, the clangs and scrapes of the metal legs an concrete didn’t match her delicate effort. She projected an aura where as all this should be occurring at a 7 star resort in the VIP section …. an absolute goddess…from that moment even now, I can recall near every detail it was so impactful.

I chuckled a bit out loud, enough to catch her attention, “ you want some help ?” I offered. This was more of a statement than question as I had already started moving towards her and reaching for the chair.
“ thanks” she simply said, as she was now able to fully stand I kept one eye on the chaise so not to fumble and one eye on her. I had made an error, she seemed 8 ft tall.
To describe myself a bit, I’m 5’11 3/4”, sorry ladies I didn’t quite make it to 6ft,
I’m in my low low 30’s 180lbs, I’m very fit with 8% body fat.. my high metabolism, physical job, active sports lifestyle kept me in great shape, combine that with going to the gym and I was ripped. Although I knew I was attractive, I never felt attractive.. a product of a humble upbringing and a bad marriage I’m sure.
I mean, I knew I wasn’t average, yet I was never convinced I was a 8 or 9 as later described. I had a big smile, blue/green eyes and felt one of my best assets was my sense of humour ( thanks dad ).

Even with my best effort, I totally fumbled with the chaise… ( insert more metal legs scraping on concrete and knocking hard plastic noises here).

“ haaahaaaa, not so easy huh” I heard over my shoulder.

I stood up and was face to face with this goddess.. it felt and looked like she wore the sun.

I flashed my biggest smile, always put your best foot forward to make a first impression ( thanks mom ). I reached out my hand and said “ hi, I’m clay”.
“ I’m Sheila, nice to finally meet you.”

I realized I’ve been living in this apartment for a few months with her as a neighbor and never noticed… my mind raced to recall an interaction. All I could find was glances of her and her gym bag going to and from her car.

“ is this a Chinese puzzle”, I said putting my second best foot forward, looking down towards the chaise and fumbling again… I didn’t want to get caught staring, staring was soooo easy and I was sure her light blue eyes could see right thru me.

“ it might be” she laughed, “ I just bought it”.

Insert what feels like the longest pause in flirting history… were we flirting ? I didn’t know, I hope we were. Being in a relationship right out of high school, I had never really explored the art of flirting, and with an ex like I had, I avoided anything that came close to prevent an argument. I just focused on the puzzle of the chaise…

“ could these be anything ?” I heard as I felt her shoulders and hips press against the side of me as she got close. She reached for the chaise I was holding,. like misty particle droplets of the ocean exploding from the crashing waves, her scent splashed my face, my nose and in my mouth… it’s like her smell had a weight, a physical attribute… I could feel it collect in my lungs and fill my head.. if I had closed my eyes I would swear I was in Hawaii surfing. Two little pump levers under each armrest and the chaise sprang open…” success !!” she said, “ I can finally catch some sun”.

“ nice work” was all I could say…

I was about to pop back in my apartment when she said “ what are you doing on this beautiful day?”

“ I honestly have no idea” and I didn’t, it was the first day in years I didn’t “ need” to do anything…. “ all I know is I’m having a beer” I replied

“ that’s a great idea” she said, as she started to bend over again moving her chaise in position of direct sunlight.
“ I’ll grab you one of you like”, I started moving towards my patio door…

“ oh I don’t brink beer , but if you have a mikes hard lemonade, that would be great”

“ no problem” I said and popped thru my patio into my apartment and it was the first time that could release all the “ oh my fckn god” emotions I was feeling… I’m sure I would have jumped up and down if I wasn’t afraid she would hear me.

I popped back thru the Patio doors, truck keys in hand and said “ I’ll be right back”… there was some ramble about how I don’t need to make a special trip to get her favourite drink… blah blah, but THIS was my first glimpse of her ass. Again her bikini bottoms strained, the tearing of fibers, screaming of knots trying to hold tight… she was bending over laying out her towel on the chaise. Her bottom playfully fought the constraints of the fabric, Jiggling and bouncing, this was an ample ass!! I heard a voice say “ squeeze me, grab me, bite me…. I kept moving but my eyes stayed locked on her ass, I swear she jiggled it so the fabric would ride up the crack and expose more of that golden flesh… I felt it would happen at any second and the whole walk to my truck I didn’t look away… I wanted to get caught looking.

No tan lines !! That was what I realized reliving every moment while driving…
I had soooo many questions… my head was swirling… how is this possible… does shit like this happen ( referring to stories I’ve read in hustle, and playboy )… my mind started laying things out.. the jokes, conversation starters, how to get her into my apartment…I felt like a teenager with raging hormones.. I had also realized it had been near a year since I last got laid !!

When I returned Sheila was reading a book, stretched out, glistening with coconut oil and sweat. In a millisecond I spent an eternity scanning her entire body.. she was waaaay beyond gorgeous. Even her manicured toenails were perfect.
“ god, you are so sweet” she said.

“ I’ll get you a glass “ I said heading straight for the patio door.
“ the bottle is fine hun” she smile.

At that moment knew… I fckn knew !!! Yes she was polite, but she wasn’t just being polite. All my questioning and doubts washed away… all the excitement, and butterflies that swirled in my stomach had turned to a rush of warmth… I think I was blushing… that warmth n flow went straight to my manhood and I tried to control the erection I was getting.
“ I’ll put these in the fridge” I said, near bolting for my apartment patio door. I needed to get myself under control.

“ stay calm… countdown from 100… reverse recall ABC’s” I kept trying to gain control of my erection. I was wearing Bermuda shorts and for sure it would show in any position I sat or stood.
The blood kept flowing and the feeling of my cock swelling almost felt new to me. I can’t even remember the last time I masturbated. I was 3/4 erect and could feel throbs and pulses in my cock. Each throb made me more excited and harder.. I felt my growing cock slide against my leg and boxer underwear, my shorts felt waaay to tight, and I knew I was taking to long for simply putting drinks in the fridge.

It’s now or never and I headed back outside. I handed Sheila her drink staying near behind her and bending at my waist to hide my growing excitement.
“ thank you”, she laid her book down on a towel beside her lounger, and took a very big drink of her lemonade. I backed away still slightly bent at the waist and sat on the sill of my patio doors. I then copied her drink as I summoned the courage to continue with everything that was happening.

“ I can’t see you sitting over there” she said. Her chaise was facing towards the sun but away from me.

“ well I haven’t had the chance to get a chair yet “ I said… Fck what an awful reply..” and I ….don’t want to stand in your sun “..( I wasn’t socially awkward and these two replies make me laugh to this day as I write this ).

Sheila spun around twisting her body propping herself on one elbow and looked at me….. “ stand over here” she pointed… I waited for her to look away… she didn’t !!

My cock was fully erect and throbbing.. I don’t describe myself as big, as I’ve seen BIG in porn videos, yet every woman I’ve been with does describe me as big. I’m 6 3/4” and 5 1/2” inches round ( yes measured) and I would not be able to fit inside a paper towel roll.. yes tested.
My shorts held my cock tight against my leg like Saran Wrap, I was actually worried my head might pop out as my shorts were bunched up sitting on the sill.

Sheila was still looking at me and either I embraced the moment or ran away and hid in my apartment…I liken the moment to when I first skydived or bungee jumped. When on the threshold of intense choice the longer you stand there the worse things get… without thought I flung myself into the openness of the unknown.

“ easy for you to say” I joked “ I’ve got a bit of an embarrassing situation here”

Her confidence shifted to absolute confusion at my pure random response, her expression actually softened to that of concern…. “ what’s wrong ?”

I had been facing her in a sideways manner using one of my legs to block her view of my growing situation and had slowly lowered my blocking leg when I responded … she was looking at my face and hadn’t noticed… so I looked down towards my obvious bulge guiding her eyes.. I didn’t wait for her response and laughed saying “ I’m sorry, it’s a guy problem… it happens.. We can’t always control it… I’m sorry” and continued to laugh at myself…

To my relief, she laughed too and said “ that’s a big problem…. maybe your shorts are to small haaaahaaa”

“ come on, I’m sure girls have similar problems” I laughingly said.

“ we do !! We do !! “ she never once looked away from my cock, that now on display had grown even fckn bigger. “ that’s a really big…… problem” she sighed. “ is it going to pop out the leg of your shorts ?”

Here we are, two near strangers laughing at my erection in broad daylight in a public space.

“ if I move an inch it might” I laughed.

“ no way ! So it actually might pop out…. haaahhaaaa… my nipples are like that too” she said… “ move just a little, let’s see if it happens “.

“ trust me, it will happen ! “ I said, “ want me to prove it ?”

“ do it “ she giggled .

“ ok, not here, I don’t need to be arrested if a kid rides by on his bike, I’ll show you”. I
got up, turned in her direction giving her a full but brief view of my trapped cock… which I will note was soooo strained against the fabric that earlier when I had looked down to guide her eyes, I could see the outline of my head. I slipped through the doors into my apartment… I didn’t have to wait a second.. I heard the familiar scraping of metal legs on concrete as she got up from her chaise.

I stood there bugling and throbbing, I pulled my shorts straight and released the binding of the fabric. when she came in I sat down on the edge of the sofa. I sat in a way that intentionally pulled my shorts up… “ ready ?“ I said.

“ do it “ she giggled

I leaned forward and slide against the edge of the sofa, i felt my shorts slide up exposing just the slightest tip of my head.
“ see, told you” I said smirking.

“ barely,….“ she teased and stepped closer like she couldn’t see anything and was straining….” I dunno if that counts” she darlingly stated.

“ ok “ I said accepting the challenge, and forcefully slid forward on the cushions…. the slide and the pent up spring like tension my cock was under caused my shorts to fly all the way up my leg. My fully erect cock popped out, straight out, waving and swaying in the air… it was waaaaaay more than I intended, my knee jerk reaction was to apologize and cover up… but I didn’t… I just waited.

“ ooooooh ummmm yeah……that’s a really big dick “ she said softly in a memorized near hypnotic tone…” I can see how that can happen…. ummmmm that’s a really big dick”. She took a step towards me inspecting my cock or still hypnotized… I just sat there throbbing and relieved I didn’t wreck the situation…. “ gawd, “ she continued..

As if to muster control of herself and the situation, she rather matter factly said “ that’s a near perfect dick “….

I waited for near eternity and broke the silence by saying “ and trust me, that’s going to be impossible to put back in”

“ don’t “ she said, still gawking at my cock

At that moment I actually relaxed, I enjoyed the positive attention. I felt my confidence grow and with another leap of faith into another unknown, I stood up… Grabbed my cock and pretended to struggle putting it back in the leg of my shorts .. as I fumbled I did a full stroke of my cock.. and felt a huge pulse of blood rush… now my cock was hard, wow.. it was so hard I honestly thought my skin was going to tear and rip.. I half stroked myself again continuing the faux struggle.

I was looking down as I played with my cock, and only noticed that Sheila approached when she reached out and grabbed my cock with her hand…. she squeezed it, testing my firmness, my body shot back a huge throb in response, I could see her fingers expand on my girth as I continued to throb.

“ mmmm, your so hard” she near whispered continuing to lightly squeeze me. She moved her hand up and down my shaft, not in a stroking manner, but rather gently squeezing, then releasing her grip, moving to another position then squeezing again… maybe she truly was in awe… I was !! Maybe she just enjoyed the response my cock was giving each of her squeezes, an uncontrolled forceful throb with each grasp, that a few times jerked her entire hand upwards.

Sheila was facing me, I could feel the heat radiating from her body on my face, maybe I was blushing again.. my eyes traced every feature of her face… gawd she was gorgeous. I noticed a bead of sweat about to trickle down the side of her face. I gently reached up and touched it with the tip of my index finger… I carved a path across her temple, down her cheek, and along her jawline to her chin. This little nectar of sweat followed the whole way and stopped, balancing itself on the tip of my finger. I picked it up carefully, as i carried it to my lips my eye caught refractions of the sun, it sparkled. I put my finger in my mouth and savoured her salty, coconut,Hawaii, ocean heat…

At some point I must have closed my eyes, or maybe I was just so lost that reality blurred, because everything came into focus again when I let out a slow long rumbling moan, “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” it shocked me because I’ve never made that noise before, my mind searched for a cause… and as I felt a stroke of my cock, I knew.

Now shouldn’t this be a tear your clothes off, smash lips, hair pulling, frantic, wild, raw experience ?
It wasn’t, and I remember why.

My eyes met sheila’s light blue eyes, her expression was so soft and tender, even her blink was slow… her rhythm on my cock matched her expression and I felt myself get closer and closer to her. Our physical distance hasn’t changed a millimetre, but I could feel myself being drawn into endless shades of blue in her eyes… I was lost again and she knew it… she didn’t try to snap me out of it, she just let me glide.

I recall her words “ your sooooo seeexy” in a soft distant tone, that’s how lost I was… and the next thing I felt was her weight shift as she lowered herself… she continued stroking me with her mouth inches from my cock.. I could feel her moist hot breath wrap around the head of my cock… she then placed both her hands on my thighs to steady herself… I didn’t look down, I continued to glide on wave after wave of everything I was feeling…
She took my cock in her mouth. She didn’t start slowly with the head working down my shaft more and more… she opened her mouth as wide as she could and guided my cock into her mouth until our first contact was my head pressing against the back of her throat. Then I felt her clamp her lips around my shaft. Sheila had near 3/4 of my thick cock in her mouth and she was just holding it there… her head rocked in small slow motions of pressing my massive head against the back of her throat. She wasn’t gagging or struggling, she was a god damn expert cock sucker !!!

Ya, guess I’m getting married again !!! Right !!

Sheila was actually letting her throat slowly stretch… I could feel this insane combination of warmth, moisture and smoothness.
The head of my cock being squeezed into the tightest, wettest, softest opening I’ve ever felt. Involuntarily my hips bucked snapping her head backwards, “ oh, sorry “ I said…as this was an absolute mood killer with my ex, who never got anywhere near as deep.
She pulled her head back, dragging her lips along my shaft to the ridge of my head. I heard her catch a big breath, she sucked my head swirling her tongue catching more of her breath… her hand left my thigh and grabbed my cock stroking it as she popped her mouth off of me

“ it’s ok” she said

She only had time for three strokes of her hand on my cock before she moved her hand away and put her mouth back on me… and three strokes was all it took for that orgasmic rush, that building pressure in the loins, that rolling wave climbing higher and higher… the suspended curl of a wave racing… I felt both her hands now gently on my hips and she pulled me into her mouth again I felt her throat… “ oh Fck I was going blow !”
I started to pull away not wanting to surprise her,. She pulled harder on my hips overpowering my withdrawal… the pressure was building in my balls, my sack tightened, cock expanded even more. I tried to pull away again…..I shot a pre orgasmic spurt in her mouth… for sure she knew I was going to blow… she pulled me deeper squeezing the head of my cock deeper into her throat…. my mind was ready to let go and then I realized, she has no idea how big my load is !!! Fck , I haven’t been laid in near a year. Fck, I’m so damn horny that Sheila has sucked me off for near 1 minute and I’m ready to blow !! This load is going to be fckn insane…
my ex refused to let me blow my load in her or on her, as it was just to much, I always had to keep a towel ready and handy.

“ I’m going fckn cum” I warned her,
She responded by keeping me deep in her mouth.
“ it’s ALOT !!’ I again warned her and I looked down… this goddess was attached to my groin, lips stretching around my cock, and for fuck sakes I think she smiling !!

Oh my gawd, my orgasmic wave started crashing…. both my hands slammed to the top of her head… my fingers grabbing her hair to steady myself…it roared in my ears.
“ FUCK YAAAAAaaaaaaaaa” i bellowed as another uncontrolled hip buck popped her throat cherry and the rest of my cock slide effortlessly into her throat, face buried against my groin, balls Spasming on her chin and her nose pressed, squished, contorted against my belly…I swear my balls knocked against each other with every fckn spasm, clanging like church bells….I blasted jet after jet after jet into her… my head flung back, I grabbed her hair tighter so as not to fall over…

I gave her about 5 powerful heavy shots of cum deep in her throat, I had a moment of clarity and thought” oh shit, she needs air, and is probably full”… I pulled out of her throat, but again she stopped me and she started bobbing her head on my dick as I unleashed 3 more heavy loads in her mouth… I was now standing there in full body spasms, I couldn’t even feel my legs, I fell backwards and thankfully one leg staggered enough to give me a push landing on the sofa… I was still cumming…

Sheila, I think crawled over to me, I don’t know, I didn’t see…. but her hand grabbed my cock and her mouth continued to bob on my swirling dick drinking every drop… I was spent !! I couldn’t even form a word, and I didn’t even try.

“ well your a surprise ‘ she said smiling

I pushed her head back down on my cock, she licked my dick top to bottom and as she took me back into her mouth she started to moan…..the vibrations of her mouth and just knowing that she is loving every minute of sucking my cock, brought me back to life.. my dick was still ready, it was still fully erect.

“ holy fuck’ I said looking down at her

“ your not done are you ?” She asked smiling.

“ hell no…”

To be continued …..

This was longer than I thought
Maybe in the future I should break it into parts ?
Or minimize details ?

Positive and constructive feedback is appreciated .

Thank you for reading.

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