My favorite thing about spending time at my friend Chris’s house was always his neighbor, Kim. Chris liked her, too, but she didn’t drive him wild quite like she did me.
I was never sure how much older Kim was, and I liked not knowing. I wasn’t sure if the right term was milf, cougar, or just girl next door. She wore tight skirts that clung to her curves. My favorite was when she would run in the mornings. She wore spandex shorts and a sports bra that kept her breasts in place and did a very poor job of hiding her nipples. I could watch her run all day, her hair swishing in a ponytail, her smooth legs churning, her ass cheeks bouncing left, right, left, right, and her nipples poking through her top. I get hard just thinking about it.
I met her when Chris bought his house and Kim stopped by to introduce herself while we were moving his stuff. She brought a homemade pie which we devoured, and I fell in love with her at that moment.
Chris knew how crazy I was about her, so he called me one day to see if I would watch his place while he was gone on a long trip. I had a good work-from-home job but was between apartments, crashing on friends’ couches for longer than I had meant to do. The idea of being next door to Kim for a few weeks was so exciting that I would have broken my lease if I had had one.
I tried like crazy to keep an eye out for her without being creepy. I didn’t want to stalk her, I wanted to meet her and hoped she would be interested.
I spent a few days figuring out her usual run time. Once I figured it out, I timed it so that I would be casually retrieving the newspaper from the end of the driveway as she ran by. I got lucky and only had to try it twice before it worked. She slowed down and stopped when she saw me. My heart pounded. Eyes up, I reminded myself, don’t let her catch you ogling her or this might be over before it begins. It was almost impossible to not look down.
“Hi, Paul, right? I’m Kim. Chris mentioned you would be here while he was gone.”
“Yup, that’s me. You probably wouldn’t remember, but we met the day he moved in. I never got the chance to thank you for the amazing pie.”
“I’m glad you liked it!” she said. “Believe it or not, I do remember you. Will you be here the whole time Chris is gone?”
“Yeah, and I work from home so I’ll pretty much be here, just keeping an eye on things.”
A utility van drove past and parked in front of Kim’s house. “Oh yeah,” she said. “I forgot those guys were coming today. My dryer conked out and I’m hoping they can fix it today. I better go. Nice meeting you again!”
“Good luck!” I answered. She turned and made her way back to her house. I dared to take a quick peek and saw her ass sway just as I remembered.
I set up my laptop in Chris’s second story office and tried to forget about Kim with marginal success. That afternoon, I saw through the window as she hung laundry out to dry. Apparently the repair efforts had been unsuccessful. She hung up her running outfit. Damn, I thought, I would give anything to be those shorts. She also hung up a few even skimpier items, and I immediately pictured her in them. And then out of them.
I stared at the sundry panties, thongs and bras long after Kim had left. Thoughts of her riding my cock while her breasts bounced ran incessantly through my head. I had to do something about it or I’d never rest again.
I got up early the next morning to try to work while my mind was fresh and before it was filled with thoughts of a naked Kim, but her clothes were still on the line and the whole cycle started again. I stared at them in the pre-dawn light and daydreamed for a while until my eyes caught movement.
Kim poked her head out of the back door of her house and looked around. I closed my laptop to remove its glare. She seemed to be waiting for something, but I had no idea what. After a moment she slipped outside.
Holy shit, I almost yelled out loud. She was totally naked! She walked briskly to the line and grabbed her running outfit. I wished the light were better, but that probably would have scared her away from making such a bold move. I strained to watch her ass jiggle and her titties bounce as she bent to put on her shorts and then pull her bra over her head. She went back inside the house and I mentally thanked the unprepared and/or incompetent dryer repair man.
It made sense that she had forgotten her clothes were on the line, but I wondered why she hadn’t worn a robe or just worn something else. What do I care, I thought. Let the woman walk around naked all she wants.
She left on her run and returned. I spent hours replaying the scene in my head. I wanted to jerk off but told myself I would only do that as a last resort. It was agony.
I couldn’t make pie, but I had seen a brownie mix in the kitchen cupboard. Everyone always told me that brownies were the one thing better out of a box than from scratch. I rummaged through the kitchen until I had what I needed, and an hour later I was ready to go.
I was so nervous I almost left her porch without knocking. Do it, I thought. When will you have a better chance?
I knocked and she answered after a moment. “Oh, hi Paul!” she said. “What’s up?”
I tried not to sound lame. “It’s not homemade pie, but I wanted to say thanks again for how nice you were to us all that day.”
“That’s so kind of you! Do you want to come in?”
“Only if I’m not interrupting; I don’t want to ruin your evening.”
“Of course not, come in!” She ushered me into her kitchen and I was sure she could hear my heart ready to leap out of my chest. “Let’s have some right now. Ice cream?”
“Sure!” I said. I couldn’t believe my luck. She was wearing yoga pants – thank you whoever invented those and convinced women to wear them practically everywhere – and a loose t-shirt that barely met the waist of her pants. I could see some kind of lace bra underneath. She bent to pull ice cream from the freezer, bringing the outline of her thong into focus. I thought about whether I liked the running shorts or the yoga pants better, and decided I liked them both.
We stood across from each other at the kitchen island, and she ate her dessert in tiny bites. “I like to make it last,” she said. “These are really good. I know it doesn’t work this way, but I tell myself that I run so that I can have treats like this.”
“Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working,” I said.
“You think so?” She took another bite and pulled the fork slowly from her mouth. She used her finger to wipe a crumb from the corner of her lips, then sucked her finger clean. “You know, when you all were moving in that day I hoped you were the one who would be my neighbor. Nothing against Chris, of course.”
“Why is that?” I was glad for the moment that the island hid my erection, which was quickly growing from her finger licking and flirting.
“Because you’re cute, and I like cute young men like you.” She locked eyes with me and took another slow, sensual bite of her dessert.
“You never settled for Chris? I always thought he and I were cut from the same cloth.”
“Chris never brought me brownies,” she said, and took another bite.
I watched her, not sure what to say now that what I had wanted for so long was finally in reach. Presently, I said, “I love it when you run.”
“Yeah? Why is that?”
“You’re like a goddess, and I swear you wear that spandex just to mess with me.”
She smiled coyly. “Maybe,” she said, and took her last bite. “My dessert is gone. Can you handle a little more sugar?”
I gulped. “Sure, what do you have in mind?”
She retrieved a spray can of whipped cream from the fridge and walked around the counter to me. She sprayed a dab on one of her fingers and sucked it off, then sprayed another dab on the same finger and offered it to me. I took her wrist and accepted her offer, sucking slowly at her finger. She moaned softly and closed her eyes for a moment. Her skin was soft as silk, and having her finger in my mouth drove me wild. I wanted all the sugar I could get. I released her wrist and she took my hand, applied some cream to my finger and returned the favor. She worked her tongue around my finger while she sucked and my dick stiffened to full attention, which she noticed with a smile. She stopped and pulled off my shirt, then stroked my chest for a moment.
“Let’s see where else we can put this,” she said, pulled off her own shirt to reveal a soft lace halter top bra, laid down on the kitchen table, and handed me the can. I put some first at the base of her neck and licked it up, making her purr. I tried her belly button next and held onto her hips as I pressed my lips to her stomach. She moaned and wriggled at the touch of my lips and tongue. “Is that sweet enough for you?” she asked.
“Sweeter than a whole bakery,” I said, and sprayed cream in her cleavage. The cream smeared when I buried my face between her tits, and she gasped in pleasure as I licked up every last spot. She tugged at her pants and I helped her slip them down her legs and off. Her legs were familiar to me but even sexier now that she was laid out on the kitchen table, begging to be licked. We found more spots – knees, ankles, hips, toes, thighs, each covered and then licked in turn. I felt like I could continue this exploration all day, like an endless discovery of the promised land. She rolled over to expose more treasure – heels, back, ass on display in her tiny black thong. They all got their turn with my tongue, and I squeezed and patted her ass cheeks intermittently to make them jiggle. With her legs spread slightly, her thong just barely covered what I could tell was a dripping wet pussy.
She rolled over again. “Turn around for a second,” she said. I obeyed and heard movement and then the dispensing of whipped cream behind me. “Okay, I’m ready.”
I turned and saw she had drawn whipped cream pasties on herself, her bra on the floor. I bent over her and paused for a moment to enjoy the most glorious view I had ever seen. “I guess if I want to see what’s underneath I better get to work,” I said, and she arched her back to push her breasts higher into the air in anticipation. I started with her right breast, smearing the cream with my face as I licked in tight circles around her nipple. Instead of finishing off one side first, I switched to her other breast. She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed her breast firmly against my face. Finally, when I couldn’t stand teasing her any longer, I placed my lips to her nipple and licked and sucked it clean.
“Ooh, suck that titty,” she moaned. “I need you to suck it good.”
“Your tits are perfect,” I said between licks, and I cupped her other breast in my hand and rolled her nipple between my fingers. The remaining cream made everything slick. Her nipples hardened in my mouth and between my fingers. I looked down and saw she was rubbing her pussy through her thong, then slipped her fingers behind its fabric and started to stroke her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she said. “I need this so fucking bad.” Her hand took mine and pulled it quickly inside her thong, pressing it against her flesh.
“Mmm, you’re as wet as a ripe peach,” I said, rubbing her clit with the tip of my finger. I lapped up what was left of the cream by kissing all over her breasts and neck. She trembled whenever my strokes hit her just right. I paid attention to her reactions, searching for the perfect spot and intensity. I started to zero in on her sweet spot, and the gaps between tremors shortened and then disappeared.
“Ooh, right there, I’m close!” she yelled. I quickened my rhythm to match hers, and without stopping I kissed her lips for the first time. Our tongues pressed firmly against each other. “Mmm!” she moaned, high pitched and in time with our movements. Her whole body was taught now in anticipation of the sweet release her orgasm would bring. She broke our kiss and pushed my face back to her breast. “Suck it! Uhh! Yeah, suck it!”
“I love screamers!” I said and obeyed her command to suck.
As if I had given her permission, she filled the house with her high-pitched screams. “Ooh, suck it! Stroke that pussy! Yeah, mommy needs a good hard fuck! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oooohh!” I felt her body coil even tighter, then release as her orgasm washed over her. “Ahh!” she screamed, then tightened again as an aftershock rolled through her. I pressed my hand flat against her pussy so that she could grind against it in search of pleasure.
Finally, her body seemed to melt and she lay flat against the table. “Fuck, that was good,” she purred, eyes closed.
“Hell yeah, it was,” I said. “You really are a goddess.”
She opened her eyes and met mine with a look of hunger. “I want more,” she begged.
I grinned and scooped her up from the table. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her feet dangled as I carried her to the large couch in her living room. I kissed her and laid her down, then grabbed each side of her thong and pulled it down her legs and off. I rubbed her finally exposed pussy once more.
“Fuck, your pussy is as beautiful as it feels,” I said, at which she spread her legs wide and laid back so that I could adore and pleasure her. She brushed her tit with one hand and tugged at my waistband with the other.
“I wanna see your dick,” she said. I helped her with my free hand, not wanting to let go of her, and then I was standing naked beside her. She fondled my balls and squeezed my shaft, which was as stiff as it had ever been. “Sit down,” she said, which I obeyed, then she straddled me and gripped the back of the couch, with her tits in my face and her pussy hovering at the tip of my erection. I clutched at her hips and buried my face between her soft, beautiful tits.
My cock twitched in anticipation in the moment that she hung suspended above me, then with one elegant motion she inserted my tip between her dewy lips and lowered herself onto my shaft. I gasped at the sudden pleasure of her wet pussy wrapped around my dick.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned. With her grip firm on the back of the couch, she started to pump her hips up and down, slowly at first, then a little faster. Her breasts dangled in my face as she glided in my lap.
“This is the sugar you really wanted,” she whispered into my ear, which she then nibbled and licked. To be inside her and have her body against mine was instant euphoria, and I had to concentrate to not get carried away too quickly. Her hips rocked back and forth in my hands. She again started to build her rhythm, and I alternately squeezed ass and tits. Her glorious body was all over mine, as close as I had wanted since the minute I saw her.
“Your dick feels so big inside me,” she moaned, grinding away, her titties starting to bounce with her increased pace. “Do you like my pussy?”
“Fuck yes, I do,” I said loudly, and I took charge for just a moment, grabbing and lifting her hips so that I could fuck her fast.
“Uhh!” she squealed with each thrust, loud and high pitched again just the way I like it, and then I let her settle back in my lap to take control once more. I kneaded her ass, and her breaths came sharply each time I came close to her asshole. I slid my right hand between us and kept my left on her ass, then simultaneously pressed my thumb to her clit and two fingers to her ass.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed louder than she had all night, grinding in my lap while I fingered her front and back. “I’m cumming! Fuck me! Mommy needs you to fuck me! Stick your fingers in that ass and fuck me!” Her screams seemed loud enough to fill the neighborhood, and I let my moans match hers in volume. It brought me so close to the edge I almost shot my wad, but I hung on desperately, hoping she would cum before I did. “Ahh!” she finally screamed one last time, and her body trembled and tightened the way it had before, but even more intense. She quivered, her eyes shut tight and her mouth open in ecstasy, then settled into my lap with a groan. She was so satisfied and relaxed that she was like putty in my hands. I caressed and fondled her magnificent curves as she came back down to earth.
“Was that what mommy needed?” I asked. She didn’t answer, but I didn’t need her to.
I was still inside her and stiff as a tent pole, desperate to see if I had one last performance in me. I brushed her skin patiently until I thought she might be ready, then pressed my fingers to her asshole once more. She moaned, low this time, and her arousal heightened quickly at my touch. With suddenness and strength, I gripped her hips and lifted her off my cock and high onto her knees, slid low between her legs, and brought my lips to her clit. Her tremors came quick this time with my lips and tongue pressed firm but delicate against her sweet pussy.
“How did you know mommy needed her clit licked?” she groaned, wiggling against my face and gripping the back of my head to pull me into her. I flicked and licked with both the tip and flat part of my tongue.
“Your pussy tastes like sweet butter,” I said over her moaning, and continued to lick. She gripped my head tight and pulled me firmly against her pussy.
She was grinding my face now, and I came up for air every once in a while and then dove back in. I played with her ass some more and she started to moan louder. Her rhythm built steady against my face, then I felt her go all tight. “Hold it there! Yes, hold your tongue right there against my clit!” she screamed, and I obeyed. “Ohhh! That’s a good boy! Yes, you can make mommy cum!” She held there for a moment of delight, then dissolved once more into my lap, purring and moaning.
But this time I didn’t wait. I flipped her over face down and bent her over the arm of the couch, knelt behind her between her parted legs, and plunged my cock into her pussy. My thighs slapped against hers as I fucked her hard and fast. Her ass bounced with every thrust. I squeezed and spanked it, and we both groaned in pleasure.
I suddenly noticed that she was trying to say something between moans. “What?” I gasped.
“Get the cream,” she mumbled, and I dismounted her to grab for it. I found it and handed it to her. She sat on the couch, grabbed my cock, sprayed a line of cream on it from top to bottom, licked the throbbing head once, then took all of me inside her mouth. Her skills were second to none. She sucked, licked, and jerked me with gusto, bringing me right up to the edge.
“Damn, you’re good!” I shouted, then moaned at her expert touch. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but apparently she could tell. After one final lick and polish of my knob, she assumed her last position over the arm of the couch. Her tits hung down and her pussy glistened between her legs.
“I want you inside me,” she commanded. “And I want my hair pulled and two fingers in my ass.”
I was in no condition to argue. I again knelt behind her, my cock throbbing. She tipped up her hips in invitation, glanced over her shoulder at me with a sultry look, and said, “Be a good boy. Mommy’s waiting.”
I placed the tip of my cock at the gates of nirvana, slid one hand up her back, and pushed inside her. I started to thrust and grabbed at her hair, pulling her head back slightly with each tug. I picked up the cream with my free hand and sprayed it between her ass cheeks, then spread her cheeks and slowly inserted my fingers into her ass.
“Yes, fuck, yes, that is exactly what mommy needs,” she moaned. I pushed and pulled with more force. Our thighs started to slap against each other as they had before. I was deep inside her with each thrust, cautious of the depth of my fingers in her ass, responding to her movements and sounds. She pushed back harder against me, and I responded in kind.
“I hope you’re close because you’re gonna take me right over like this,” I said. “This is the hottest fucking night of my life.”
Other than increasing her moans, she didn’t respond right away. I kept thrusting, pulling, and probing, my pleasure building exponentially, when finally she screamed, “Now! Do it now! Harder! Fuck me harder! Pound that pussy! Pull my hair! Harder! Spank me! Stick your fingers in mommy’s ass! Fuck me hard! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Her back arched as I followed every instruction, pounding, probing, pulling, spanking, the sounds all combining with my moans and her screams into the raunchiest soundtrack this side of the red light district. I held out as long as I could, building with her as high as I could go until I couldn’t hold back the tide any longer. The sweet ecstasy of her wet pussy was too much for me to handle, and my dick surged inside her, filling her with spray after spray of my cum. I felt her body tremble and her asshole tighten around my fingers. She clutched the arm of the couch and pushed firmly against me, seeking and finding pleasure.
We both collapsed this time, our mutual orgasm having satisfied us both. “Damn, that was good,” she said. She nestled into me and I wrapped my arms around her, fondling and stroking her.
“I’m glad you liked your dessert,” I said.
“Very much,” she said. “Maybe later we can have seconds?”
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