The next weekend my wife went out of town. The rest of the story almost writes itself, doesn’t it?
The neighbor and I went riding Saturday afternoon, and planned to get Chinese for dinner together. We ended up at my house, a longer ride than expected, but the weather was still cool enough that we hadn’t really worked up a sweat. Once I finished ordering the food, she decided that she didn’t want to eat in her bike jersey, so asked to borrow a t-shirt. I found one for her, and decided that I still wanted to get out of my bike clothes. I changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and when I came back into the rec room, she was lying on the couch, having pulled a comfortable over her. “I’m wiped out, mind if I nap until the food comes?” Sure, no problem.
Despite the two of us being alone in the house, and the extended teasing from last weekend, there wasn’t any sexual tension evident. Perhaps the workout was harder than expected, I don’t know what it was, but I didn’t feel lustful toward her, and she hadn’t made any flirty advances toward me.
It took longer than expected for the knock on the door, maybe a half hour, I had busied myself in the kitchen. But finally the food arrived, and I brought it into the kitchen, and started to prepare plates. Thinking that she might not want to eat immediately after waking up, I decided to give her a few minutes lead-time, so I went into the rec room to see if she was still asleep. She wasn’t. I sat on the edge of the couch, and gently shook her shoulders, to see just how awake she was.
We talked for a minute, and suddenly I became very conscious of the fact that her shorts were on the floor next to the couch, and on top of that, her sport bra. Was she really just wearing a t-shirt and panties under the sheet? I’d been off the bike long enough that my plumbing had worked itself out again, and I felt myself suddenly getting aroused. She sat up a bit, the comforter falling to her waist, and I could see her nipples poking thru the yellow t-shirt I had given her. It was modest enough if she’d kept her bra on, but without, it was pretty sheer. Clearly she had been having some interesting dreams.
She didn’t waste a minute this time. She reached over to my leg and began squeezing my thigh, telling me how much she liked my legs, how good cycling had been to me. I subconsciously responded by spreading my legs apart, moving one knee toward her, enabling her hand to travel up the inseam.
She moved her hand right for my crotch, and began tracing designs on my balls with her fingertip, no she was not being shy at all. And I was ready, after her last two sessions of extended teasing, I needed her to get me off. Maybe with my wife out of the house, she was more relaxed, more comfortable, not having to worry about getting caught.
By now I was trying to be stiff, but my cock was bent over in my underwear, and it was rapidly getting uncomfortable. I shifted around where I was sitting, and she asked, “Are you nervous? Or uncomfortable?”
“Nervous, no, uncomfortable, yes, I’m kind of bent over, you know what I mean?”
“Well I can take care of that.” She answered, and reached up from my balls to find how my growing cock was situation in my jeans. Finding the bulge, she wrapped her thumb and first two fingers on either side of the shaft, and through my jeans, maneuvered it so that it was pointing out toward my hip.
Once she had it straightened out, she didn’t let go. Instead, she started stroking it, pressing with her palm against the base of the shaft as well as using her thumb and fingers. I quickly grew to my full length, anticipating a big finish for a change.
I let her play with me, explore my crotch with my hand, stroking the shaft, caressing my balls, thru my jeans, but it didn’t take long before she wanted more contact. She reached over with her other hand and unbuckled my jeans, tried unzipping me. I changed positions, so I was straddling her, and she then unzipped me and tried tugging them down some. She exposed my underwear and started stroking my cock thru my underwear, then pulled the waistband down so she could finally see and touch my cock. OMG I thought I was going to come instantly, right? This is the only woman who had ever touched my dick, other than my wife, I was so excited.
After a little while I tried to pull my jeans down further, but with my legs straddling her, it wasn’t possible. I stood up, and pulled my jeans off, then my underwear. As I stood there, in just a t-shirt, in front of her, my erection pointing at her, she sat up and pulled her t-shirt off, showing me for the first time her pert little tits. Actually, bigger than I expected, her usual apparel of sports bra or loose fitting shirt had hidden the goods. Then she kicked the comforter off, and laid back, just wearing a pair of functional white underwear.
Not too exciting on their own, I was still already on the edge. We were actually going to do this, whatever ‘this’ was going to be. I climbed back on her, straddling her, naked, my balls on her stomach, my erection between her tits. She kept stroking me, reaching underneath to massage my balls. I leaned forward and all of a sudden was in her mouth. I never thought about her sucking my cock, all of our conversations in this vein had her referencing sleeping with this guy, having sex with that guy. She never mentioned oral, ever.
But she sure wasn’t a stranger, she bobbed her head on me for several minutes, and then pushed me back, and wrapped her tits around me. “Do you want to do this?” she asked, as she started using her tits to stroke me.
My wife was small chested, so we’d never even been able to try tit-fucking, and I was all for a new experience. Watching her press her tits together, and then having her encourage me to thrust turned me on even more. “Do you want to come on my boobs?” she asked. If that’s what she was thinking about, if that’s what she wanted, then that’s what I wanted to.
“I’ve never done that before, but, yes, I’d love to,” I answered. I was excited enough that it wasn’t going to take long. I kept thrusting, and she looked up at me, waiting for the signal that I was about to come, and then there it was.
I moaned loudly, and she let go of her tits. “Go ahead, come on me!” she urged. I pressed down on my cock, aiming at her chest, between her tits, as by itself my cock was pointing up over her head. And then I felt the familiar gathering, and that first shot spurted out, landing between her collar bones and up into the cavity between them and her neck.
Not what I was expecting, I guess I didn’t know what to expect, or, more importantly, what she was expecting.
The next spurt, though, unfortunately, was much more powerful and much more poorly aimed – I ended up hitting her right in the face, from her chin to between her eyebrows. The third caught her on her cheek, and the fourth on her mouth. By that time she realized what was happening, and she turned her head, and angrily barked at me, “Dammit, I don’t like that, that’s very insulting.”
I was horrified, this erotic experience had suddenly turned sour, and I didn’t know how to react. I pushed my cock down hard, so that the last couple of spurts ended up on her breastbone, but then got up in a hurry. I pulled my t-shirt off and offered it to her, but she looked at me, puzzled.
I sat back down, next to her, and used my shirt to wipe my cum off her face, gingerly, tenderly, apologizing profusely. The joy of her bringing me to climax had completely disappeared, all I wanted to do is get her out of that frame of mind, perhaps even out of the house. Who wanted to be around a pissed-off girl?
She recovered in a few minutes, probably getting sick of my never-ending apologies, and starting to feel guilty for how nasty she reacted.
We ended up getting dressed, and I remember her eyeballing me up and down, completely naked, and still a bit meaty, her glances at my crotch coming back to the lustful that I had been getting earlier.
Sitting down for dinner, we watched TV, and didn’t speak of the incident for the rest of the evening, although when she left to go home, she whispered, “I liked making you cum. Sorry I overreacted.”
And that was that to our little flirting arrangement. Or so I thought……
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bvq0pj/the_wife_was_20_feet_away_when_our_houseguest
Hot! Anymore stories with this girl?
Damn you still teasing us, but giving us something at least. I’m sure as hell interested for what’s next.