Looking out windows Be careful when you don't close your blinds
Posted Fri Mar 25, 2011 12:07 AM
Subject: Re: Looking out windows
Remember the neighbor I saw topless through the window that never talks to me? Well well.
Today, my wife took the kids out on a little day trip with her parents to give me a break and a chance to relax. She should be careful what she wishes for. Five minutes after they drove off, maybe less, (this was about 10AM) my neighbor, the topless wonder, knocks on the back door.
She said, "Hey, your wife said she was going up north with the kids for the day. You didn't go?"
"No, I'm supposed to relax," I replied.
She said, "Paul took Stacy to his parents' house in Toronto for the weekend."
I paused as she just looked at me, fixing me with a look that said something more.
Looking for something to say to that I asked, "Well, did you have any plans today?"
"Nope. But there's something I need your help with over at our place."
Her eyes lit up and she said, "Give me five minutes, then just come in the back door. It will be open."
Without waiting for an answer she whirled and went back to her house. I realized that was by far the longest conversation we have ever had.
I spend the next five minutes with a hard on so stiff it hurt to be wearing jeans. But, that couldn’t really be what she meant, could it? Finally I go over and walk in the back door.
"Sean!" I hear, “I'm in here!”
I've never been more than a foot inside their house, I have no idea where it's coming from.
"Where?" I say.
"Follow my voice!"
I go down the hallway, peeking in rooms until I find her lying on her stomach on her bed, with no shirt on. She's wearing what look like pajama bottoms. I couldn't remember if she was wearing those when she visited me a minute ago. I'm facing her from the foot end, as she's lying on the bed with her head near the pillows, and the bed faces the door to the bedroom. She props herself up on her elbows and I can't take my eyes off of her slender back, which is flawless.
"I have back problems," she says, "and I need you to give me a firm backrub. I would usually have Paul do it of course, I hate to bother you like this."
At this point I honestly didn't know if she was being serious. "Ok," I say, unable to stop smiling. "It sounds serious, of course I'll help. But I'm not trained to give massages." There is a note of sarcasm in my voice.
"It's ok, I'll tell you what to do. First, take off your shoes and straddle my lower back."
"If you insist."
"I do," she says as she turns slightly to face me for the first time with a wry smile.
Now I know she's being playful too. Yes, I take nothing for granted. So I remove my shoes and carefully seat myself on her lower back, not wanting to sit with all my weight.
"When I said lower back I really meant my ass. We're already so friendly."
She added the last comment as she felt my stiff cock as I slid down to be seated at the base of her ass, on her upper legs. I squeeze her slightly with my thighs, and realize she has the firmest body I've ever touched. I can feel the contours of her legs and I get frustrated by my jeans. As it happened, so was she.
"Sorry," she says, "but could you take off your jeans? They're too rough. Leave your boxers on though, please. I wouldn't want you to feel indecent."
"Of course." I do as I'm told, and my dick immediately pops out through the front hole of my boxers. Her head is back down and she doesn't see it. I tuck it awkwardly back into my shorts, but it's still sticking out the top. I shrug and I hop back on top of her, and can’t resist running my hands briefly over her ass.
"That's much better," she says as I make myself comfortable on her. "And more fair. I have no shirt, you have no pants."
"We'll see," I say, jokingly.
"This is a purely medical matter, you understand. I *am* a registered nurse." She is, actually, but she's obviously having a good time.
"Are you on call?" I ask, surprisingly conversationally I thought.
"Not until tonight. Ok, rub my shoulders, here, and work on either side of my spine to the base."
I place my hands on her smooth shoulders and she jumps, slightly, at my cold hands. "Sorry," I say.
"They'll warm up," she replies. "Ok, that's the right spot, but harder ... harder. Nice."
This goes on for a half an hour, shifting my weight occasionally, leaning over more than I needed to so I could press myself against her. Occasionally she sighs in contentment, or utters a simple "Mmmmm," but we are otherwise silent. I had been keeping my hands well clear of any naughty areas, but finally, as I once again work my way to the small of her back, I keep going down until I slip my hands under the waistband of her pajama bottoms which, it turns out, have nothing underneath.
She gasps slightly at the sudden change in routine. "Take them off," she whispers, barely audible.
I pull the loose fitting pants off of her easily, revealing her smooth, gleaming white ass. I get back on top of her, wondering for a moment if I should remove my boxers. Not yet, I decide. I start working her buttocks and can't get enough of how firm and in shape she is. I run a hand down the back of her leg, then up her other leg. She shudders slightly as I accidentally tickle her. Her legs, which had been tightly held together, part slightly. My fingers find their way to her upper, inner thigh, and I hold her there for a moment, watching her reaction carefully. I start to move my hand further up her leg and I feel a slight tickle of pubic hair. "Ok," she suddenly says. "Now it's your turn. Hand me that robe." I pull my hands off of her like I was bitten and I somewhat reluctantly get off the bed to retrieve her robe, which is soft and silky. I reach across the bed and hand it to her, and she
sits up on the opposite side of the bed, her back still to me, and puts on her robe. Finally she turns around and looks at me straight on for the first time since I came inside her house.
"Go ahead, take off your shirt and lie down." I pull my shirt over my head without breaking eye contact with her. She smiles and glances down at my boxers and what it could barely contain. I get on the bed without removing them, not sure if I was supposed to. She answers that quickly by sliding them off of me as soon as I lie down.
"You won't be needing those, I think."
She then kneels over me, with one knee on either side of my hips. I can feel the skin of her thighs pressing against me, but she doesn't sit on me, but instead half crawls forward and starts to expertly rub me from my shoulders to the base of my spine. I can feel the soft belt of her robe fall onto my back as she works.
"You're stiff," she comments ambiguously.
"I know," I say turning my head to look up at her with a slanted smile. She winks back.
I completely lose track of time as her hands move over me, sometimes light as a feather, sometimes firmly working a muscle into submission. After what felt like an eternity that passed too quickly, she stopped for a minute. I am so relaxed I feel like I can hardly move, and I just continue looking off to the side. Suddenly I see her robe fall in a heap next to my head. "Turn over," she commands. She obviously likes being in control.
When I roll over she fixes me with a stare that is hard to look away from, she is so beautiful. Her brown hair, usually pulled back into a ponytail, falls tangled on either shoulder. Her small tits are perky and perfectly shaped. Her nipples stick out from either cold or excitement. She is still straddling me, and when I cannot stand it any longer I look down between her legs and see a perfectly trimmed triangle.
She looks down too, and for the first time seems to lose her composure for a moment. "Oh my," she says, and slowly runs a finger from the base of my cock to the tip. In her other hand she holds a condom. I gesture to it and say, "You know, I've already seen Dr. Snip." Her eyes widen and she can't contain her gleeful smile.
"Well then," she says, and tosses the condom over her shoulder. "I'm sure you won't mind. I haven't felt a naked cock inside me since I had Tori. Still, I better inspect you," she says with mock professionalism. She moves my legs apart and lies down between them, and holds my cock straight up in the air as she looks it up and down. "Hmm," she says, and gently kisses me at the base of the shaft. "I believe this will do."
She moves her hand to my scrotum and takes my tip in her mouth. Gently massaging me with one hand, she slowly moves her mouth up and down, taking as much of me as she can into her mouth. I am afraid I will explode right then. I say to her, "Let me taste your pussy, now." Without taking me out of her mouth, she maneuvers around until her pussy is positioned over my face. I reach down and pinch her nipples, producing a muffled moan. "Much better,” I say, and I spread her already soaked pussy lips apart and gently lick her pink folds. I find her clit with my tongue, and I feel her body shudder and her legs gently squeeze my head.
She suddenly straightens up, onto her knees, her pussy now tantalizing inches from me. She looks down at me between her tits and I lock eyes with her, though she is upside down from my perspective. I can see all of what she has from here, but mostly I need to look at her face. "I have wanted you since the day we moved in," she tells me. "I couldn't stand it anymore, I need you inside of me." She briefly grinds her pussy into my mouth once more and I stab inside her with my tongue. She moans and spryly leaps off of me and then straddles my hips once more, facing me. She grabs my cock and slowly lowers herself onto it, rocking slightly as she goes lower, working me deep inside of her. "Oh. . . my. . . God" she says haltingly, between heavy breaths, her eyes closed in ecstasy. When I am all the way inside her she stops and sits still for a moment, eyes still closed. I love the feeling of just being held warm and wet inside her, wanting this to last as long as possible.
After what may have been seconds or minutes, I could not say, she opens her eyes and gives me another look that would make me hard even if she wasn't naked and sitting on me with my dick inside of her. She falls forward, enveloping me in her arms and hair, burying her face into the side of my neck, and I feel her erect nipples rub against my chest and her gentle kisses on my neck. I move my hands down to her hips and gently guide her up and down, but so slowly we are barely moving. She pulls herself up slightly and looks deep into my eyes, like she can see into me, then hungrily kisses my mouth, pushing her tongue into my mouth until she finds my tongue. I can still taste her pussy as she deeply kisses me as though she wants to taste it too. I had closed my eyes automatically when she started to kiss me, but I open them to find that she is still looking at me, seemingly unable to look away. She pulls herself up and increases the rhythm of her hips, sliding me in and out. "Fuck me," she whispers quietly into my ear. She sits up a little more, "Oh, fuck me Sean."
"I am going to cum, I can't stop it. Cum inside me, now, I need to feel you cum," she says, almost pleading. I put my hands on either side of her face and hold her close in front of me.
"I need to see your face." Again she looks at me, the years of frustration and agony melted away into pure ecstasy. Unable to control myself, I start to cum and grab her ass and repeatedly pull her down on me hard, each time releasing another spasm. "Oh my god I feel it, it's so warm and..." a high pitched "Oh!" cuts herself off and she can speak no more. I wrap her in my arms as she begins to shake with her orgasm, letting out a loud moan. She gasps, "Don't stop, I'm still cumming," I can still feel her moving against me, her repeated shudders of joy squeezing my cock each time. "Holy shit, I'm still cumming!"
Finally she slowly comes to a rest on top of me, and for the first time I notice we are sweating, our bodies glistening against each other. We lay still for an untold amount of time, I'm still inside her, and she is relishing each moment of it. She is so light she seems to be made of air, and I hold her tight against me, as if I am afraid she may disappear.
Finally she rolls off of me and lays spread eagle next to me, cooling off. I gently run my hand along her body, now able to leisurely explore her. I rest my head on her stomach, looking down at her triangle of hair, gently playing with it as she rubs the back of my head.
When we wake up several hours later we are in the same position. We agree I better go home. We stand up to get dressed and as I look at her I harden once more. She looks down with a mischievous smile and says, "Well maybe not yet," and jumps onto the bed, lies on her back and opens her legs wide, beckoning me with that look.
Who am I to refuse?
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Damn, just noticed a name I forgot to change in it. I guess it's too old to edit. Hrm.
This post has been edited by Horny Wombat: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:57 PM