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Ex-neighbor’s phone call
By: Bruce49 (bruce49@hotmail.com)In December, my next-door neighbor moved into a new home and away from her live-in. She took her 20-year-old daughter with her, but her son moved away to play football. I had been having quite a few fuck sessions with Nancy, although I would have given anything to play with Lindsay’s beautiful body, but that wasn’t about to happen at any time. Nancy at 52 years old was still hot and horny and loved to fuck and suck for hours on end. One day we literally did it for the entire day. Yes, the entire day.
We were both sore when we finished, but we were happy.
Lindsay is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen in my whole life. She is TV material to say the least. She is only 5-1, but her body is so beautifully slim. Her tits are probably 34 to 36, and she likes to highlight them when she dresses. One day last summer, I went over to help her mum with a clothesline problem. I was fishing the line up to the pulley when Lindsay appeared and asked me if she could help me. Mum had gone to get some clamps at the hardware store.
I asked Lindsay to stand on a stool and fish the line around the pulley so I could grab it and temporarily bind it until Nancy got back with the clamps. When Lindsay stood on the stool, her back was to me, and her short-shorts were tight as could be and showed off her magnificant ass. I wanted so much to hold it, but I didn’t want to ruin a good thing with her mother. I moved around to her front and was face-to-pussy with her and wanted to kiss her covered pussy so badly.
Give me your hand, Lindsay. I’ll help you off the stool. I said. With that, she jumped down and tight into my body. To my surprise, she put her lips up to mine and kissed me; but even more suprisingly, she put her hand around and squeezed my ass.
Now I see what Mum really likes.
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Within those few seconds, she made me so fucking horny that I really wanted to see how far I could go with her, but thought the better of it. Too bad she doesn’t share. she said and moved away. I didn’t say anything, but I had more than a few jerk-off sessions thinking about Lindsay.I used to see her quite a bit. I remember one day when I was working in my drivewway, she pulled up to the curb and put the window down. I went over to her car to find her in the same short-shorts rammed up into her pussy and with a while golf shirt on with all the buttons undone so that I could see her pretty tits with lots of cleavage. She was not only giving me a tittie show, but she was running one hand up and down her thigh as she was talking to me.
I know she was cock-teasing me because she kept checking out to see how much of a hard-on I was getting. I reached my limit, but I know that I wasn’t leaking pre-cum and for that I was thankful. We talked for about ten minutes and she said she had to go. Too bad for me because I was really enjoying her show. Nothing ever happened between me and Lindsay, but I sure wish I could have held that pretty little body of hers and tasted her all over.
On Saturday of last weekend, Nancy called me and asked me if I could come to her place to help her with a computer problem. She gave me her new address and I headed off.
Her new house was a three-bedroom bungalow, with one of the bedrooms also serving as her computer room. She gave me a tour of her home, but when she came to one bedroom, she said, That’s Lindsay’s room. She’s getting ready for work.
Hi Bruce. Still love me? she yelled through the door. I answered back that I did so even more than ever.
She really loves you, you know, Bruce. She thinks you are the most wonderful man she has ever met. Nancy told me. I told her how much I thought of her and how beautiful she is. But I had to cover my tracks and commented on how much I loved her mum.
Nancy made us a cup of coffee and went to the computer room which was a bit kitty-cornered to Lindsay’s room. I sat on an office chair that had fabric on the seat but no arms. Nancy pulled up a chair and sat at the end of the desk to my left.. I told her to write down the steps I was taking to fix her computer. As I worked, something to my right distracted me. There was a full-lengh mirror propped up in the corner of the room and I saw that Lindsay’s door opened wide.
I kept one eye on the screen and from time to time, I would stare at the mirror hoping to see Lindsay. Although I could see into the mirror, Nancy couldn’t from her vantage point.
You’re not going to believe this, but Lindsay came into full view wearing nothing but a black bra and a black thong. Fuck! She looked so good. She stood in front of a dresser mirror and was curling her hair with an electric curler. With her hands above her head, her tits stood out so majestically. I could not take my eyes off her, and she caught me looking at her into her mirror.
Instead of moving away, Lindsay wiggled her fingers at me to say hello and just smiled and ran her tongue over her lips. I couldn’t smile, and I couldn’t return her wave, and I certainly couldn’t let Nancy know what she was doing. For my benefit, I am sure, Lindsay leaned into the mirror to fix her make-up and show me more of her ass.
I fiddled around with the computer, occasionally making it reboot so I could spend more time in front of it and the mirror. Finally, Lindsay moved away from the mirror and eventually came out of the room dressed in a white blouse with the first two buttons undone so she could show some cleavage. She had on a pair of beige slacks that were so tight, her ass looked like two loaves of bread. Her thong was visible through her slacks, and that accounted for the nice separation between her ass mounds. This was probably the sexiest sight I had ever seen and I couldn’t believe she was going to work.
Lindsay left for work, but before she did, she came in and gave Nancy a peck on the cheek and gave me a kiss on the lips. Love you, Guys. See you later.
Nancy told me that Lindsay worked at a very upscale restaurant not far from where she lived. The clientele there were all business executives who were used to spending big bucks and were generous with their tips.. Lindsay dressed provocatively enough to entice them to open their wallets even wider. It was not unusual for her to come home with over $500 in tips on a Friday or Saturday evening. Her boss was so appreciative of Lindsay’s attractiveness because she used to encourage them to buy more drinks. He gave her a $50 commission on every bar bill over $200 , so she obviously pushed the drinks merely by being friendly and showing a little bit of T A. I asked Nancy if it bothered her and she said that it didn’t because she didn’t fuck around with any of them and besides, she had a full-time boyfriend.
With Lindsay gone, I fixed the computer quite quickly. I don’t know who made the change, but all it took was an adjustment on the resolution through the Control Panel and I was done.
I stood up to get away from the computer when Nancy came over and put her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Thanks a lot, Honey. Now let’s fuck.
We went to her bedroom and she sat on the edge of her bed. I moved over and she undid my belt buckle, pulled down my briefs and sucked me. She was a really, really good cocksucker and knew how to make maximum use of her hands around my balls, past my balls, between my ass and my balls, and into my ass.
Do you want to cum now, Bruce? she asked, but I told her that I wanted to eat her first.
It’s about fucking time. I haven’t had a tongue in my pussy since you and I did this last time. With that, we both undressed and I pulled her ass toward the edge of the bed while I buried my face into her pussy. Tongue, Bruce. Give me some tongue. Lick my clit. Fuck me, Bruce. Fuck me with your hot mouth. she kept on begging.
I licked her with the most enthusiasm that I have ever eaten out any girl, and I am sure Lindsay was responsibile for it. All I could think of was her pretty little body being shown off for my benefit.
Nancy and I went into the 69 position and played with each other for quite a while. Then, when we were both ready, we switched and fucked some of the best fucking I have ever had.
After we were both completely spent, we got dressed and went back out to her livingroom. The conversation gradually got around to Lindsay again, not only because I was so fascinated with her, but also because Nancy was so liberal with her. I asked her about her boyfriend.
Lindsay’s boyfriend is so fucking nice. He is here every weekend with her, and it drives me crazy. I asked her if he was so nice why he drives her crazy.
I can hear them fucking in the room next to mine, and it makes me so horny. He is so good looking, has such a great body that I wish he would offer to fuck me because I would do him in a minute. Aside from you, Bruce, I don’t get to fuck very much, so I wish we could meet more often.
I didn’t want to ask too much more about Lindsay because I didn’t want to give Nancy any hint that I wanted to fuck Lindsay or at least play around with her body. I asked her if it bothered her that her 20-year-old was so sexually active and she said that she wasn’t bothered because once she found out that she and her boyfriend were doing it, she coached her into how to protect herself from diseases, from pregnancy, and from times when she didn’t feel like having sex and had to fight someone off. For Nancy, she was speaking from real-life experiences because that is why she moved out to be on her own.
Bruce, I have so much confidence in you that I want Lindsay to have a man just like you. I wish you weren’t married because I would take you as a permanent partner anytime.
But, I made a promise to myself a long, long time ago that I would not be the direct cause of a divorce. So, if you are willing to be my lover like this, I am ready to keep you for a long time. Thanks for being so good to me. Lindsay knows that we get together and approves of it.
Well, that’s my story of the computer problem. It’s not much of a sex story, but just meeting and describing Lindsay still makes me horny. She is absolutely stunning, but she is only 20 or 21 and I’m not! Poor me.
