My hands guided the brown leather belt over her head to her neck
“David?”
Slowly I tighten it around her throat as I position behind her.
“Are you ok?”
The voice cuts through the haze of the day dream as I look into the eyes of the woman from next door. Often times I fantasized about her, I knew little about her apart from her tanning habits and what she drove. She stood in my kitchen, denim shorts moderately high on those pretty legs and a green tank top that left little to the imagination save the color of the nipples that always seemed to be hard. Was she always cold? Horny? I didn’t know. She smiled and turned back to the back door, opening it and letting her dog in. Had she said something? Jesus I needed to focus.
“Thanks for grabbing her, I don’t know how she keeps getting out” she said while crouching and petting her dogs ears.
“Sure” I respond, the view from the top down caused all new images to emerge. I offer my hand to help her back up and she accepts. Such a small hand. Soft. All of her looks soft. Pay attention!!
“Well thanks again!” Her voice cut through my mental wandering.
“No problem.” I watch her walk her dog out, her hand on his collar.
The water runs down my body, another night alone. Maybe I should get a dog? Maybe she would bring her dog over on purpose! That woman, just the thought of her caused my cock to twitch. How many times had I stroked while watching her put her suntan lotion on. How many times had I imagined her coming over for something beyond neighborly. I knew she was married. Knew she had kids. But the things I wanted to do to that woman went beyond standard lust. A knock on the door brings me out of my daze. I put my robe on over my boxer briefs and hold it closed as I open the door a bit, exposing only my face.
“Yes? Is everything ok?” Wearing the same thing she was wearing before she stood on my front step.
“Hi! I left my leash over here, mind if I come in and grab it?”
“Sure” sheepishly stepping aside to open the door. Holding my robe closed, she enters. She’s so close. She smells so good. I wonder idly if all of her smells good. I watch as she disappears into my kitchen. I don’t follow, she knows where she left the leash. Besides, the longer I’m around her the more likely I am to erect a tent. Underwear and bathrobes aren’t great for concealing those. How long has she been in there?
I move into the kitchen and step around the fridge and there she was, legs dangling off the edge of the counter where she sat. Her face was turned to the window and upon hearing me enter she turned ever so slightly. Her hair in a pony tail made it that much easier to admire the movement. To note where her neck met that exquisite shoulder. Finding her eyes again I see something I haven’t before.
“I know, you know.” She locks eyes with me, did she just bite the corner of her lip? I feel the first surge of blood pulse through my dick. My god not now!!
“Know what?” I ask, closing my robe. She looks to me and leans on one arm, the movement causes the strap of her tank top to fall. Looking down to her bosom and moving a hand over her breast slowly.
“That you watch me, David” and as my name passed her sweet lips she looks me in the eye again and reaches into her top. She massages the flesh of her breast and my cock, growing more and more rigid, strains against my underwear.
“Um.. I” I stammer and still locking eyes with me she moves both hands over her breasts and pulls the material down. My jaw goes slack as she leans back and tugs on the nipples. Precum? Have I no control?
“Can I see it, Sir?” her voice reaches into my being and before I know it I’ve opened my robe, my hard cock is throbbing, my hands on the waist band, I pull the offending material down just enough that my rigid member springs free.
“Is that all because of little ol me?” She shimmy’s a bit and bites her lip again. “Looks like it’s ready for some attention.” She slides her hand along her thigh and starts rubbing her crotch. I slowly wrap my hand around my cock and start stroking it. My thumb passing over the head, gathering the precum, coating my shaft, my hand glides up and down. Her hand unbuttons her shorts and unzips. She slides her hand in and she gasps a bit as she joins me. My eyes drift between hers, her face, her exposed tits, her working hand. I’m stroking faster, harder, twisting my hand at times. Her head is back again, her hips are rolling, soon it’s too much and my cock swells, I growl low as I shoot stream after stream of cum towards her, a shot lands low on her leg and I watch in my daze as her body locks and she lets out a low, throaty moan.
Wasting no time she slips off the counter top, steps towards me and moves her cum covered fingers to my mouth. I suck on them, she bites her lip again and all at once leaves. No words. No explanation. But she left my cum on her leg…yeah, that happened.
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