I dragged casually on my cigarette, the late night summer air optimal for the tobacco’s flavor. Winter smokes are the worst; the cig taking on an acrid quality echoed by the bitter cold. Daytime summer smokes can be a drag too; the humidity adding an unpleasant heaviness to the experience. But nighttime smoking in the hot months was just perfect.
A young couple had moved in to the house next to my wife and me a few weeks back. They were in their 20s, dorky in a cool way. The guy I’d met once, us both heading out to our cars one afternoon. Friendly, dumpy kid named Evan. I’d often see him at night in his office playing some computer game across three connected monitors, so you knew he took it pretty seriously. His girlfriend I’d seen but hadn’t really interacted with yet.
She was adorable. Short and petite, with an irresistibly timeless dark brown pixie bob. Cute, dark-rimmed glasses. Perky little tits. Just the epitome of the art school girl I’d always had a soft spot for. We’d exchanged cordial smiles here and there, but never spoke or met face to face.
The house next door had a lovely screened in porch attached to the front of it that I was always envious of. Hexagonally shaped, with 3/4 wall-length windows on all sides. The screens really set it apart though. Plus they’d set up a wonderful standalone hammock in the there for reading and napping. I’ll admit I was somewhat voyeuristic, and more than once glanced in to see if I’d catch anything untoward. I didn’t, unfortunately.
*Until that night, that is.*
It was around 1 a.m. when I stepped out for a before-bed smoke. I sat on my steps and pulled gently on the cig, soaking up the quiet calm of the middle of the night, when she appeared in the window facing my house. She might have been there all along, I tried not to stare into the porch all the time. She was looking right at me.
I jumped, the sight unexpected. She smiled and laughed, did a little wave. I returned all of the same gestures, adding a coy shame-on-you finger wag as a joke. She flirtatiously shrugged and winked. I felt my cock stir a bit as my smiled widened.
Dressed in a tight tank top and comfy short shorts, she looked quite sexy. Girl sleepwear is just so hot to me. The narrow margin between clothing and body, the lack of a bra after a full day wearing one; I’ve always loved it. Her tiny frame looked just ravishing, from what I could see. The lights were off in her living room, so many of the details I couldn’t yet soak up.
She made a smoking gesture with her thumb and forefinger and I nodded, reaching for my pack and extending it in her direction. She shook her head, held up one finger in a *wait* gesture and reached below the window. She produced an ornate, blown glass bong, about a foot tall. It glinted in the moonlight and I caught a glimpse of its purple hue. I nodded emphatically and she laughed. She pointed to the backyard and I gave a thumbs up.
The backyards of our two houses weren’t really divided, just a large swath of concrete connecting both our two backyards as well as the one on the other side of mine. It was convenient, as several cars lined all areas of the drive. Between my garage and hers, there was an old, beat up picnic table. I’d often go there for quieter, private smokes and opted to that night.
It was a few minutes before she appeared, enough where I wasn’t sure she was going to show. But I heard the faint *shick-shuck-shick* of flip flops on her section of driveway and I sat up in an anticipatory way. She appeared a moment later, looking as if she’d fixed her hair up a bit. I smelled a lovely, delicately lemon-scented perfume as well.
“Hiya,” she said, extending her hand. I stood up to greet her. “I’m Amy.”
“Hey there,” I said, shaking it. Such soft skin. “Adam. Good to meet you.”
“I know,” she laughed. “Evan told me.”
“Well nobody told *me*,” I replied, faux aghast.
We laughed. “So how’re you liking your place?” I enquired, offering her a seat atop the picnic table. She said down and I joined her.
“It’s cute! This is our first time living together,” she said. “It’s a little weird. Still getting used to it.” The moonlight served her well. She had a majestic glow about her. “It’s fun to decorate though!”
“Totally. Living with your partner takes some getting used to,” I offered. “It’s good to find time to yourselves to keep that spark alive.”
“Oh that’s not a problem,” she nervously laughed. “Evan is *always* in his computers. It’s like ‘Hey dude, let’s break this place in already’ and he’s like ‘But gaaaaaaames.’” She made herself sound like a zombie on the last bit and I cracked up.
“Yeah, that’s fucked. I’d have handled that newness a whole different way,” I flirted slightly.
She handed me the bong and a lighter. “Oh yeah? Do tell.” Her eyes got very big and she scooted a little closer. Our legs were occasionally touching now. She’d shaved today, no doubt.
“Hold on,” I said, lighting the bowl. I pulled gently and watched the smoke thicken a bit. No stranger to bongs, I knew to take it easy at first to get a sense of its power. I released the slide and pulled confidently. The weed was strong, fruity and delicious. Indica, for certain. My favorite.
I exhaled a tower of smoke and licked my lips. “Very nice, thank you,” I strained, fighting back a light cough. “Delicious.” I handed it back to her.
“Of course! So, finish what you were saying. You’d have done differently..” she trailed off and placed the tube over her lips. She made eye contact as she filled up the chamber with thick, opaque smoke and cleared it effortlessly. I clapped lightly.
“Impressive,” I said earnestly. “Well, for one, I’d have to put up curtains in that porch area. I don’t think I’d let you get dressed for a few days,” I said, possibly too boldly.
“Oooooh dirty boy” she replied, again moving closer. Our legs were touching now. My cock grew again, near fully hard. “Keep going,” She set the bong down and put her hand on my leg.
I smiled. Our faces were close now. “Well, I’d..” she cut me off with a kiss; a gentle, sweet connection of the lips. She held it for a moment and pulled lightly away.
I was floored, but held my composure. “Wow I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the moment I saw you,” I said, our eyes never leaving one another. “It’s just ..my wife..”
“Shhh,” she whispered. “We don’t need to think about those other people right now.” She put her hand on my cock. “Oooh, what have we here?” She looked down at my shorts and caressed the length of my 9 inches. “Hello friend.”
She leaned in then and kissed me hard, opening her mouth and probing with her tongue. I met her kisses full-on. “I tried to stop it,” I thought to myself. But I didn’t. I wanted it.
I reached for her breasts and began cupping and squeezing them gently. Her pert nipples hardened in my grasp and she moaned softly. I began to kiss her neck and work my way towards her tits when she stopped me, dropping to the grass and pulling me to the edge of the picnic table. In one motion, she pulled my shorts and underwear down. My cock bobbed quickly in the night air for a moment and we giggled.
Looking me dead in the eye, she grabbed my cock at the base and licked from my balls to the tip in a long, slow motion. It was heavenly. Her long, wet tongue went immediately to my balls and began to suckle them one at a time and then both at once. She then began a zig-zagging trail up the length of my shaft again, her hands cupping my balls. She paused for a moment when she reached the head to lick just under the tip, then she took me into her warm mouth. My knees buckled. She was a pro.
With feeling, she began to bob and jerk me in tandem, the dual motions creating a wildly effective technique. I grabbed her head and felt the rhythm of it, listened to the quiet sucking sounds she was making. Suddenly, I realized that we were in public. Somewhat hidden, sure, but there were windows and partners to be concerned with. I quickly squinted across the back of our houses, seeing nothing.
I was pulled back in by a light nip of her teeth. She pulled me from her mouth with an audible pop. “Eyes down here, mister,” she said, licking the pre-cum from my cock. I smiled down at her and grabbed the back of head, guiding it back onto my dripping, saliva-covered dick. I pushed it up and down a few times, then bent down to pull her into a standing position. I didn’t want to cum yet.
We passionately kissed for another moment, my hand reaching down her shorts. No underwater, shaved pussy. It was sopping wet too. My hand was immediately covered in her juices as I moved in circular motions across her clit. She began to moan into my mouth and quiver as I hit a perfect pattern across her dripping pussy. I began to slowly turn her around, kissing across her neck as I did.
I yanked her shorts down and bent her forward, her forearms resting on the table now. She emitted a wonderful squeak as I did it and we again had a small laugh as I squatted down to give her a turn.
Her ass was perfect: slightly rounded, small, firm. I grasped her cheeks and gave her a slight slap. Another squeak. I smiled and spread them apart, exposed her glistening, picturesque pink mound. I sighed at the beauty.
With a long swath of my tongue I licked her hole upwards, ending directly on her clit. She jumped at the sensation, leaning into her arm to quiet her growing moans. My tongue danced up and down, back and forth and in wide circles across her puffing pleasure center. She reached back and grabbed my hair in a sign of *more.* I complied, adding a finger inside her. She couldn’t hold back any longer and came with shuddering, shivery force as I sped up my actions. Her pussy was flowing now, my face, beard and fingers fully drenched in her. I licked a few more times as she shook out the last of her orgasm, even tonguing her asshole as I softly rubbed her clit.
She pulled me up then, kissing me deeply over her shoulder. She reached back and grabbed my cock, aiming it at her pussy lips.
“Are you sure?” I beckoned, half joking. She smiled and pushed herself back into me, her tight walls closing around my cock with vice grip precision. I moaned in pleasure. My cock hadn’t felt this good in years.
“Oh my god you’re so big,” she whispered, again bending forward to accept her fucking.
“You are so tight, baby,” I said breathlessly. I began to pump into her with slow rhythm, letting her wetness cover my veiny, taut cock. I started caressing her breasts from behind as I pushed into her harder and fully. We both exhaled sensuously as my full length filled her.
Quickly, we were fucking hard; Fast, efficient gyrations where our bodies synced up and met one another with scientific timing. I couldn’t hold out much longer at this rate. Attempting to slow down and make this last, she only pushed harder into me, grabbing my ass and pulling me into her deeper.
“Oh Amy, I’m close,” I said.
Like lighting, she pulled herself off of my dick and spun around, dripping again to her knees. “Have a welcoming present for me?” she said, engulfing my length into her throat with one motion.
I looked up to the sky in pleasure. The cum was rapidly moving towards my home and I couldn’t last. As if she knew, she pulled my cock’s head from her mouth and dropped lower, her tongue connecting directly with my asshole. “Oh *fuck*,” I said as she jerked me at the same time. She prodded and poked my ass as my balls tightened up. It was time.
“Ahhh I’m cumming,” I exclaimed, unable to hold out any longer.
With rabbit speed she reappeared, open-mouthed, in front of my dick just as the first torrent of white erupted. My cum fired erratically into her mouth, across her face and down to her chest in rivets that seemed endless. Ropes of hot, sweet jizz made it into her mouth and coated her lips as she closed her mouth over the head to collect the remainder. Another five or six jolts from my balls filled her mouth, her moaning into each one.
After they subsided, she sucked me gingerly to quell the bursts. She opened her mouth and showed me her prize. A thick, off-white pool had collected on her tongue and she swallowed it all in one gulp. She looked up at me with her huge eyes.
“Feed me,” she said.
I smiled and began pushing the cum stragglers into her mouth with my quirky shrinking cock. It worked for a minute before I began collecting gobs from her chest and face with my finger. I placed them into her mouth and she sucked them clean, swallowing again.
I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, our secretions on one another’s lips. We tongued deeply and collapsed onto the table again into each other’s arms.
“That was amazing,” I said, still recovering from the most satisfying orgasm in memory.
“Ugh it really was,” she said, licking the bits of cum from the corners of her mouth. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this.”
“Yeah? Me too!” I gushed, a little too happy. “Sorry,” I laughed. “I’m still kinda in shock.”
She laughed too. “No no, I can’t believe it actually happened,” she said reassuringly.
We hugged a bit more, then began getting ourselves together. “We have to do this again,” I said, caressing her face tenderly.
“Oh yeah. Tomorrow?” she said. “Hah, too eager?”
“Tomorrow,” I returned. “I’ll roll a joint for us.”
“Ooh perfect! Do that and I’ll let you fuck my ass,” she said with a wink.
“Oh I’m there,” I excitedly replied. “Think you can take me there?”
“I don’t know, but we’re definitely trying,” she stroked me again. “Mm you’re so fucking big. I better use my plug before I try and take that thing,” she giggled.
“I’ll be nice,” I said. “Well, at first.”
“There’s that dirty boy,” she said.
We cuddles for a few minutes more, hit the bong again and said our goodnights.
“Thanks for moving in next to me, Amy,” I said.
“Thanks for living here,” she said back.
We kissed and headed home, to our sleeping partners, none the wiser.
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Part 2
DAMN! Super hot!