I woke up a few weeks ago to water in my basement, something no homeowner should ever want to happen. It’s been snowing and raining lots, my backyard has basically been a pond for the last month. After cleaning up the basement and pulling up the carpet, a few friends that were helping me went to the backyard to see what we could do about the water back there. We eventually traced the water to a pipe that was broken behind my fence in my backyard. It was draining all the water from a retention pond a few blocks away, right into my backyard. We made a few phone calls and eventually had the fire department out to look at the pipe.
After the fire department left, I was sitting down to rest when my doorbell went off. I quickly answered the door to see my next door neighbor standing there. We started to talk and she told me that her husband and her woke up to six inches of water in their basement and had been trying to clear it since midnight. I told her my thoughts about the broken pipe behind our houses and she wanted to help look into getting it fixed. We agreed to exchange phone numbers to keep in touch.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, “I know I’ve lived next to you for a few years now, but I cannot remember your name.”
She responded, “it’s Melanie. And yours is?”
“Daniel.”
“Awesome,” Melanie responded, “let me know if you find anything out.”
We said our goodbyes and I got back to work on my flooded yard and basement.
I stayed home from work the next day, still trying to track down the owner of the pipe and to keep an eye on my basement. I texted Melanie after I got ready for the day and said, “hey, how was your night? Any more flooding?” She replied back, “a tiny amount got in again. Thimk we will be OK.” I responded, “damn! That stinks. Do you need anything? A heater? Food? A place to do laundry?”
Melanie sent back a text saying, “actually, I might take you up on that laundry offer. I’ll let you know.”
A few hours later, she texted me again to say, “hey, is your washing machine free? I have one load of laundry to do.” I quickly said that it was and to bring it on over. I met her at my door a few minutes later, to let her in, and showed her to my laundry room.
As she put the laundry in, I started to admire her body. Standing just under five feet tall, Melanie was in her early forties, had a pretty, round face, with blonde hair that was cut just above her shoulders. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her beautiful hazel eyes, with just a hint of make up around them. I watched her bend over to pick up some clothes, her ass looking good in a pair of black leggings. As she turned around, I think she caught me staring, my eyes lingering on her chest before going up to her eyes.
When Melanie had finished putting in her laundry, I helped her start the machine before walking back upstairs. I told her, “you’re more than welcome to hang out here if you want, or I can change your laundry our, or let you know when it’s done.” “Actually, if I could hang out here and wait to at least put it in the dryer, that would be awesome. My kids are at school and my husband is at work, so it would be nice to get out of my house for a bit.”
“I feel like I should find some way to repay you for letting me use your washing machine,” Melanie said as we settled down into my living room. I told her it was no problem, I was glad to help out, and finally get to know my neighbors. She replied back, “how about a blowjob?”
I sat back with my mouth opened, not sure how to respond. I watched as Melanie got up from the couch, kneeling in front of me. She reached out for my jeans, undoing the buttons on them as she said, “unless you said different, I’ll take that as a yes.” I slowly lift my butt off the couch as she pulled my jeans and boxers off, my soft cock coming into view. She looked up at me with her hazel eyes, staring into my eyes as her hand wrapped around me, slowly starting to jack me off. As I grew harder, she bent over, flicking her tongue out and licking up and down my shaft.
When I was at my full six inches, Melanie leaned back on her heels, her small hand barely able to wrap around my thick cock, but she kept rubbing it up and down. She looked at me and said, “I saw you checking me out downstairs. If I had known that this was waiting for me, I would have jumped you down there.” She took the tip of my cock into her mouth, looked me in the eyes again, and slide down my shaft, my cock hitting the back of her throat.
She begun to bob her head up and down, her tongue licking the underside of my shaft, her hand gripping my balls, softly squeezing them. I placed my hand on the back of her head, softly helping to guide her along. As I felt her lips moving on my cock, I leaned my head back against the couch, little moans escaping from my lips.
She popped her mouth off after a few minutes, her hand taking over to continue to rub me, and said, “are you still not wanting me to repay you for helping me?” I laughed and said, “is there anything else I can help you with? I’ll do anything if this is how you repay people.”
Melanie smiled at me and said, “there is one more thing you can help me with.” I asked her what it was and she said, “fuck me. Hard.”
Quickly pulling off my shirt, I helped her to her feet, her grip on my cock never letting go and I reached out for her hips, pulling the blonde woman closer to me. I leaned up, my lips touching her, our tongues quickly swirling together. I hooked my fingers into the hem of her leggings and pulled them down, Melanie kicking them off when they reached her ankles. I moved my hands over to her ass, grabbing her cheeks with them, squeezing them as I pulled her on top of me. She finally let go of my cock as she wrapped her hands around my neck, continuing to kiss me. I could feel the warmth of her pussy through her tiny, purple thong, as my hips pressed my cock up towards her and her hips begun to move, rocking her back and forth on my lap.
I moved my hands around to her lower back, rubbing it softly before moving to the bottom of her shirt. She lifted her hands up above her head, breaking our kiss as I pulled her shirt up and off her, tossing it on top of her leggings. Underneath her shirt was black bra and Melanie reached behind her back, unhooked the bra, and pulled it down her arms. I leaned back, watching as she revealed her breasts to me. Even with her being just under five feet tall, her breasts were decent sized, at least a B cup, if not a C cup. Her nipples were poking out, and she quickly grabbed my head, bringing my mouth closer to her left nipple.
I closed my lips around her nipple, swirling my tongue around it. “God, yes, suck on my tits. Yes!” Melanie moaned out as I started to switch between her breasts, using my tongue to lick her nipples, then sucking them into my mouth. Whatever nipple I wasn’t sucking on, I had my hand wrapped around it, squeezing the breasts and pinching her nipples.
As I played with her breasts, Melanie kept rocking her hips back and forth on me, my cock trying to push past her thong and into her wet pussy. Still sucking on her nipples, I moved my hands down her stomach to her waist, grabbing at her thong and trying to pull it down. Instead of helping, Melanie said, “just rip it off and get you inside me. Now!” I did as she said, pulling the sides of her thong until they ripped apart and tossed the ripped thong on top of the rest of her close.
She reached down, holding my cock steady as she slide me inside her pussy. I barely caught a glimpse of a tiny amount of her above her pussy before she had wrapped her arms back around my neck and was rocking her hips on me, this time sliding my cock in and out of her. I had just enough time to wrap my arms around her back to keep her from falling off before she was moving as fast as she could, her moans filling the living room.
I was pushing my hips up into her, meeting her as her tiny body rode my cock, her breasts bouncing against my chest. I moved my hand down to ass, grabbing it as our bodies moved as one, her bouncing up and down, me pushing off the couch, trying to get as deep as I could in her.
I felt her pussy clinch against my dick, her juices flooding out of her as she orgasmed, Melanie threw her head back, moaning even louder. I pushed up into her one last time, my cum shooting out of my cock as my own orgasm washed over me. I kept pumping my hips up and down, her pussy squeezing every last drop out of me.
When we were done, she leaned into my chest, our mouths breathing heavy against each other’s neck. She lifted her head up, kissing my lips, in a soft, passionate, embrace before she climbed off me.
Melanie started to grab her clothes, putting on her bra, then her shirt. She picked up her ripped thong, throwing it on me, as she put her leggings back on. She looked at me and said, “you better throw those away before your girlfriend sees them.” I laughed as I started to get dressed, and said, “I don’t have a girlfriend, so no worries there.”
“Good,” Melanie responded, “because, technically, I just fucked you hard, and I had asked you to fuck me hard.”
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