Tuesday, December 9, 2008

The Good Neighbour - Chapter 1

There. That bloody thing's done!"

Rob threw down the pen, having put in the last figures. Leaning back in his chair, he yawned mightily, flexing his arms over his head. He needed a workout, he mused as he stretched his muscles. For an accountant he was in remarkably good shape.

Although 50, his stomach was flat, his arms well muscled and his hair was as thick and unruly as when he was 20. He refused to submit to the stereotypical accountant persona – and as a result, spent several sweaty, hard evenings a week in the gym.

The banker's light on his desk cast a warm glow on the paperwork he had just finished. Dusk was creeping in on cat's feet, casting shadows outside the window, while tendrils of waning sunlight sent fingers of illumination, motes of dust dancing in the air, picking out the oxblood red of the couch which stood in front of the dormant fireplace. Bookcases lined every available space, floor to ceiling; oak shelves dusty and warm, groaning with the weight of words and scholarship. The floor to ceiling glass doors to the private patio were obscured by heavy curtains, which he had pulled against the glare of afternoon sun.

He yawned again, closing his eyes, relieving the strain of making out tiny columns of numbers and dates.

Padding to the doors on bare feet, flagstones cool against his feet he pulled the curtain slightly and looked out, breathing in the soft summer air, which wafted through the screen.

The patio was his private oasis, his way of de-stressing after busy, demanding days. Reached by several tumbled stone steps down from the main garden, fieldstone walls enclosed on three sides a sweet escape. Morning glories grew in riotous abandon along the nooks and crannies, their tenacious tendrils able to grasp and survive anywhere. Heart shaped leaves and the sweet bloom of the trumpet flours, blue and pink and fuscia softened the tumbled stone while hollyhocks, sunflowers and Echinacea filled out overblown but lovely flower beds. Red terra cotta bricks provided a resting place for a comfortably distressed cast iron bench.

He was alone in the house, his wife away, and his daughter out on a date and the remoteness of his secret haven meant that even nosy neighbours had no egress to its quiet serenity. He was therefore shocked when suddenly he heard a feminine voice, almost right outside the screen. Pausing, he listened intently, wondering whom it was.

As he went to pull open the door, Rob heard a male voice. Rob peeked around, curious to see who had invaded his private space.

The first thing he saw was the long slender legs of a woman, her narrow hips snugly encased in a very short tartan kilt. A skimpy tank top barely enclosed her very generous breasts. What made him gasp were the hands, which were squeezing and fondling heavy breasts.

"Christ." he muttered, mortified and embarrassed. Pulling back carefully, he made sure he was hidden behind the curtain.

It was unlikely anyone could see in. The waning sun reflected off the glass doors which were further obscured by the heavy curtains.

Despite himself, Rob peeked around yet again, curious to see who was being so delightfully bold. That’s when he saw the heavy fall of hair and recognized his next-door neighbour, Aisling with some guy's hands all over those delectable breasts! He admitted to himself as he reluctantly felt a prickling of envy, that he had had some very unneighbourly thoughts about those pretty breasts before. He had chastised himself each time he caught himself eyeing those heavy orbs, but at the same time realized he was only human and Aisling had a definite penchant for displaying those breasts as much as possible.

Rob's mouth felt extremely dry as peeking around, he saw the man's hands had now pushed the tank up and the pale skinned heavy breasts were now free of any restraint. Rob felt his jaw fall open. He had imagined (he admitted to himself rather ashamedly) what those breasts would look like naked but the reality was overwhelming.

Large and full, they hung heavy, jutting from her chest, firm and buoyant. Her nipples were a dark brown, with large areoles. The tips were swollen and hard, extended like little thumbs from a breathtaking tilted expanse of pale flesh.

He watched, fascinated as the boy leaned down and began to lap at the sweet morsel of flesh he cupped in his hand.

At that point, Rob had to stifle an unashamed giggle as he recognized the pool boy who serviced both his own pool and those of many of his neighbours; apparently the “servicing” went a mite further than just cleaning the water!. He felt a delightful, uncharacteristic silliness at the whole clich├ęd nature of the cougar and the pool boy,(although calling Aisling (who was a delectable 32 or so), a “cougar” was taking artistic license.

Aisling groaned, her slender hand coming up to cup the head now suckling eagerly at the breast. Rob watched as she cupped her own breast, pushing the nipple further into the eager mouth. He heard the boy's harsh breathing through the screen, the suckling sound of his wet hot mouth on the heavy breast.

Unaware, Rob's own breathing was coming faster. He watched, enraptured as his neighbour , giggling pulled her breast from the boy's mouth. Dropping to her knees, he saw her fumble at the boy's pants.

The sound of a zipper was crystal clear in the quiet of the evening. Rob watched as the boy's painfully stiff cock suddenly sprung out. From his vantage point he could see that it was impressively thick, the head spongy and a deep rose, drooling clear viscous fluid from its tip.

Aisling leaned over and opening her sweet mouth sank down onto the cock. Rob gasped, then caught himself. He was helpless. Unable to stop himself, his hand crept down and he cupped his own, now heavy aching erection. Carefully, quietly, he unzipped and let his drooling prick free. After all, he thought, they WERE invading HIS place of refuge …

Slowly, gently, so as not to make any sudden movements that might attract attention, he began to rub his prick up and down its thick, moist shaft, his eyes glued to the unbelievably erotic sight of his next-door neighbour sucking cock.

He watched as her head bobbed up and down, the boy's hands tangled now in her flaming curls, urging that sweet mouth closer and deeper.

A click and a soft light illuminated the darkening garden and Rob suddenly had a far clearer picture of the white shaft, flecked with dark hair appearing and disappearing in the tight bud of her mouth, the sound of her sucking and licking it driving him quite mad.

One of Aisling's hands went to one heavy breast, and Rob stifled a groan as he saw her cup and fondle the orb, then begin to pluck at the delectable stiff nipple. He realized, unbelievably turned on, that he wanted HIS mouth there, suckling the delicious breast.

He could see the firm muscled buttocks of the boy flexing and relaxing as he pushed his cock in and out of Aisling's mouth. While he watched, he heard the boy groan, his hands tightening convulsively on the red curls and suddenly he lurched forward, a keening cry renting the quiet of the garden.

Rob gasped as Aisling gasped, tried to pull back. The boy's hands tightened, his buttocks clenching and he saw her cheeks balloon out.

"Oh Christ, oh Christ." he said under his breath, his hand working frantically at his cock.

He felt like he was going to explode as he realized that the boy was pumping jets of hot cum right down that pale, working throat, and felt his mouth dry as he watched the long expanse of throat swallow convulsively. He could see it dribbling out the side, drooling rivulets of frothy cum down the corners of her mouth as she struggled to swallow this unexpected bounty.

It was over before he could take a deep breath. Aisling pulled away, her throat working as she tried to swallow the mouthful of hot cum. The boy, legs trembling, sat heavily down on the bench, gasping.

Rob was almost in shock. He looked down at his damp palm, smeared and wet with the clear fluid which was leaking from the slit at the top of his rock hard prick.

A trilling startled him, and he fumbled at his cock, trying to stuff it back in. Then he realized it was a cell, and listening intently, heard the boy talking to someone. Peeking around, he saw him with the phone to his ear, one hand absently rubbing Aisling's breast. Then, unbelievably (from Rob's perspective) the boy turned to Aisling and very obviously was trying to placate her.

Aisling was furious. He could see by the stiffness in her back which was facing him that she was in one of her fully-fledged redheaded tempers. Living next door was in itself sometimes a soap opera, and Rob and Monique had listened with guilty delight to the massive battles that sometimes occurred next to their yard. Aisling was speaking sharply to the boy. Rob could just catch a few words.

"you ... had ...cum". she said angrily.

"and me?" he heard.

The boy spoke again, whining slightly. Rob had to stifle a laugh– the kid obviously wasn't that familiar with the flame haired woman if he thought a few words would suffice.

Suddenly, a sharp crack rent the air. Again, peeking, clutching his still stiff prick, Rob saw the boy turn angrily, a red welt adorning his face.

Aisling stood seething, great breasts heaving.

As the boy ascended the stairs, she suddenly turned towards the door where Rob stood. Rob suddenly realized that he was standing there with a naked erect prick in his hand, very obviously in a rampant state of sexual excitement and Aisling was starting RIGHT at him!

As her steps came closer, he tried desperately to stuff his drooling cock back into his pants but to no avail. Larger than average, there was no way he could get it back in in the state it was in.

"Rob?!"

Aisling stood gape mouthed. There stood her handsome neighbour, his unruly auburn curls tousled and wild, a very guilty look on that handsome face and clutched in his big hand, a very impressive, very erect prick.

"Where's your car?" she asked inconsequentially, figuring it was safer than commenting on the sight of Rob with a stiff cock in his hand.

"In for a tune up." Rob answered, again trying to stuff his stiff prick back in his pants.

"I didn't think anyone was here." she said, weakly, suddenly furiously mortified. A furious blush suddenly swept up the pale freckled skin, flushing the pale heavy breasts, turning the pretty face crimson..

"I figured I was safer here in your little escape." she offered.

Aisling's eyes couldn't help focusing on that big delicious prick clutched in Rob’s hand. God, it was absolutely yummy. Then she was horrified at herself. Suddenly, she realized WHY it was so rampantly erect.

"You were watching?" she asked incredulously.

Rob felt like he wanted the floor to open and swallow him. His prick, as if sensing his misery, began to wilt and he was able to at last stuff it back in his open zipper.

"I'm really sorry, Aisling.... I didn't plan it. I actually went to the door to say hey and...." his voice trailed off.

"and down I came with my tits hanging out." she said glumly.

"Sorta." he offered.

Aisling turned and stalking to the couch, plunked herself on it, breasts quivering. She sat, long slender legs akimbo. Rob walked over the chair which was placed at an angle to the couch, and sat down. Despite his best intentions, his eyes were drawn inexorably to the long, slender legs, the plump, sweet pussy was clearly visible, the long lips swollen, the line of her thong disappearing between ...

"Did you SEE what that bastard DID?" she asked furiously.

"I give him a frigging blow job that was ONLY supposed to be the beginning. He blows his wad then blows me off!"

Aisling was in the full throes of one of her temper tantrums, Rob’s transgressions forgotten for the moment as she seethingly brooded on the unfairness of it all.

"I'm SO horny I could SCREAM!" she said angrily.

Then, in a lightning change of mood, Aisling’s pretty face crumpled and tears began to run down the long elegant nose.

Rob forgot his prick and moved quickly to the couch. Sitting down, he patted her shoulder awkwardly, murmuring words of sympathy. Wailing, Aisling turned her face into him, thrusting the heavy breasts against his arm and leaning heavily against him. Without conscious thought, Rob gathered the small, trim figure into his arms. Nestling that sweet ass down against his lap, cuddling her tight to his chest, he turned her head into his shoulder, her sweet breath at his ear.

Aisling sobbed. Rob desperately tried to concentrate on soothing her , but could not help but be aware of the heavy breast now pressing against his arm and the feel of her sweet heart-shaped ass pushing into his still erect prick.

He was aware too that her breath had the distinct aroma of cum on it and that made him think again of the erotic tableau he had just witnessed. He had seen that boy cum, cum hard and fast and copiously into her sweet mouth. He had watched while she swallowed it all down with evident enjoyment.

He realized that her sobs had quietened and Aisling lay heavy against him. She was, he realized, dreamily rubbing her distended nipple under the thin tank top against his arm. The little vixen suddenly wiggled, rubbing her ass against his groin. He groaned, unable to help himself.

Her voice was low and breathy.

"You like that, Rob? Does it feel good?"

"Oh baby, baby." Rob couldn't answer.

His cock felt like an iron bar, it was so stiff it was actually painful.

"Rob, I've never seen your prick before. It's really big, isn't it? Monique never let on for a second." mused his bold neighbour.

She turned her cum-laden breath against his cheek, then carefully but deliberately she fastened her sweet lips on his. This was not a friendly kiss. Rob hesitated, trying to exert some control. Aisling tightened her arms around his neck, pushing her ass harder onto the stiff cock underneath and her tongue, coated and unbelievably sexy invaded his mouth.

Rob gave up. With a sigh, he gathered her and his mouth tightened on hers. His tongue invaded the warm cavern of her mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste the come laden breath. His hand reached down and fumbling at her top, pulled up the tank until the heavy globular breast was exposed. Cupping and squeezing, he fondled the warm breast.

As his hand weighed that beautiful heavy weight, his fingers rolling that sweet nipple between his fingers, Rob had a moment of lucidity.

"Aisling, we can't do this." he said desperately. His mind tried to form some resistance, sliding around thoughts of his wife, whom he loved desperately.

“I need help." she breathed into his mouth, her hands moving down and caressing his chest, and then, insinuating its way between the buttons of his shirt, seeking out the nubs of his own nipples.

"We're not hurting anyone." she said coaxingly.

Aisling took the strong hand and rubbing her fingers soothingly along its palm, suddenly placed it between her taut thighs. Unbelievably, Rob realized his hand was full of hot, swollen, aroused cunt.

Rob was finished. Wrong or not, he was going to have this woman. His experienced fingers moved carefully between the swollen folds of the slippery cunt until they found her sweet nub, and then, exquisitely gently, he rolled her clit between his fingers.

Aisling gasped, stiffening as his experienced fingers did something rather delicious between her taut thighs.. Parting her legs a little wider she pushed into that delectable hand.

Rob carefully, gently worked the stiff clit. She was unbelievably wet, his hand was already soaked with the sweet, sticky juice which was dribbling out of her sweet hole. His big thumb went down and Aisling gasped again as she felt his thumb suddenly sink to the apex of his hand into her cunt.

Groaning, she released his lips and leaned into the pressure.

Rob pushed her slightly to give him access to her sweet stiff nipple. Lipping it, he lapped at it like a kitten, then sucking it in between experienced lips began to suckle. Aisling squirmed. She had had her tits sucked before but never like this. It was if a cord attached that sucking mouth to her womb. Deep inside, she felt her womb squeeze and contract as the rhythmic sucking on her nipple. Who would have thought this usual stuffed shirt was so talented?

Rob closed his eyes, his mouth full of heavy tit, his hand buried in a delicious, hot cunt. Expertly he rolled that sweet clit, pushing his thumb against the back until he felt the spongy G-spot. Rhythmically, he began pushing against it in sync with his work on her clit.

He felt her breathing quicken until he realized she was panting against him. On his wrist, he felt her thighs tighten and knew she was close. He increased his rhythmic working against her cunt then was suddenly rewarded as her voice rent the quiet of the room in a low scream.

Rob groaned against the warm, rubbery flesh of her breast as he felt her come. Contractions squeezed his hand and his fingers were almost dislodged as her sweet hips jerked and bucked against his clever hand.

Rob kept that beautiful nipple between his teeth, his hand gently working that sweet spasming cunt as the contractions began to lessen. In his arms, Aisling, panting, lay heavily against him, eyes closed, chest heaving.

Aisling was in bliss. She had learned a long time ago to bring herself to a very satisfying climax but despite the fact that she loved fucking and everything else about sex, she had never had a guy bring her off just with his hand before.

Beneath her ass, she felt the iron rod of Rob’s erection. Aisling grinned inwardly.

"Bet he thinks that's it." she thought happily, “not a chance …”

When she had walked in , incredibly sexually frustrated and angry, only to see her Rob clutching that huge prick, she was first and foremost incredibly turned on. Between her legs was an incredible aching void and at this point she didn't give a good goddam who filled it. She liked Rob well enough and she, along with many of the neighbourhood women had often speculated on the hard bodied maturity of this unusual accountant.

Actually seeing that big prick had done something to her that she hadn't expected and she knew that her night wouldn't be complete until she actually had that big thing probing between her legs.

Rob switched to the other breast now, rolling and pinching the well suckled nipple of the first one between clever fingers. She could feel the dampness leaking from between her legs, and was sure she was staining the front of his pants.

Gasping, she took his head by a shock of his thick hair.

"ROB!"

"Oh baby, do you feel better now?"

"MUCH." she said happily. "But now YOU."

"No, sweetheart, it's ok, I'll be fine. I'm just glad you're happy." Rob said, meaning it but hating the reality of his sincerity. Aisling giggled.

"Silly Rob. Do you think I'm going to stop until I get that big prick up me?" she said coarsely.

Rob jerked up to meet her merry green gaze. Narrowed, lustful, there was no mistaking her intent.

"Ash?" he asked incredulously.

"Let me be clear, darling." said his neighbour quietly. "I want you to fuck me. I want that big prick pumping in and out of me".

"Oh baby, let me, please, please, please let me." Rob's voice was hoarse and he unashamedly begged.

"I want to, Rob. But you need to take off your pants." she said giggling.

Gathering himself, Rob picked the delicious armful up, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. The big heavy breasts jounced as he stood, the nipples erect and wet with his saliva.

Placing her gently on the couch, unable to resist, cupping the heavy breasts and once again suckling gently then pulling back. He looked at her uncertainly, his hand on his zipper.

"Baby, I shouldn't be doing this." he murmured guiltily, trying to think of his lovely Monique who he was now planning to betray.

"Oh NO ROB! Don't you dare!"

Aisling leaned forward and before he could react, had unzipped his pants and was tugging them off his hips.

"Oh YES!" she said reverently as the big stiff cock sprang up in all its glory.

Her eyes narrowed and literally shot sparks as she leaned forward, blowing gently on the erect member.

Rob had a really good cock. A little over average size, thick and sturdy with an uncircumcised swollen head, which at this point, was drooling clear viscous pre-cum in a steady stream.

Aisling devoured the sight of the erect cock with lustful eyes. Then meeting his gaze, she stood. Deliberately, keeping his eyes on her, she first peeled off her tank top, exposing her heavy breasts in all their glory. Then, bending slightly, she unbuckled the clasp at the waist of her kilt and allowed it to fall.
Cupping her breasts she pirouetted, only a thin thong marring the perfection of her body.

Voluptuous and curving, Aisling took after her mother's side of the family in terms of her figure. Narrow shoulders, heavy globular breasts, a tiny waist and sweet curving hips. Her pudendum was plump and shaved, the sweet lips barely obscured by a wisp of cloth. Turning deliberately, Aisling showed the enraptured Rob the plump, firm globes of her ass, the string of her thong appearing at the sweet apex of her back.

Rob felt like his prick was going to explode. He didn't think it had ever been this hard. Holding his aching cock in his hand, already sticky and coated with Aisling’s juices, he could feel the sperm humming in his heavy testicles.

Aisling stretched and then seductively, beckoned.

"I'll suck your cock another time." she promised. "You know I can do that well! But right now ..."

Aisling reached up and her lips clung to his, his heavy erection between them like a bar.

"Please fuck me." she asked in a wheedling voice.

Rob had reached the point of no return. Putting his hands the lush hips, he turned her, roughly rubbing his hands against the firm globes of her ass, parting the cheeks crudely.

He put his hand on her lower back and pushed her down to the carpet which was a soft tapestry of gold and red and green, then stood back and drank in the scene. The muted light from the desk spilled golden over the pale soft flesh of the delectable ass. In this position he could see her long, plump slit, her cunt gaping slightly, juicy and swollen. Her heavy breasts hung like ripe fruit, the nipples dark and erect, almost brushing the carpet.

Outside night had fallen and only a hint of illumination came from behind the heavy curtains.

Cocooned, safe, he felt master of his domain.

Not a man to hesitate, he recognized this woman needed a stiff cock up that delectable pussy and he was going to provide it, good or bad.

Kneeling behind her, he grasped his heavy prick carefully. Nestling between the sweet cheeks of her ass, he pushed the head gently into the swollen folds of her cunt.

Aisling groaned as she felt the heavy prick probing and pushing ever so gently into her innermost recesses. Impatient, she wiggled. She didn't want this careful probing, she wanted a big cock hard and stiff, slamming into her!

Almost angrily she sank her ass back against Rob’s groin, impaling herself on that heavenly morsel of flesh and relishing every single inch as it slid up into her.

Rob yelled as he felt her envelope his aching member. Lust clouded his mind and grasping those lush hips, he slammed into her, thrusting as deep as it would go until he felt his rampant prick bump her cervix.

Aisling screamed and slammed her hips against him. Rob began to pump, hard and fast and deep, his prick sliding and thrusting in and out, in and out. Juice poured in a veritable stream from the incredibly tight cunt. It had been so long since he had felt another cunt he thought inconsequently as he relished the sucking sound his cock made as he pulled it from the tight embrace of the clinging hole.

Sweat poured off Rob's face as he fucked Aisling with long, sure, hard strokes, slapping that lush ass so that she started and shoved back at him even harder. He could feel his balls tightening, all that sperm just bubbling and waiting to be expelled.

"Girl – are you on the pill?" he managed to gasp.

"Yes yes! Come in me!" she yelled.

As she said that, Rob suddenly felt that incredible cunt tighten almost painfully around his distended cock. Giving a keening yell, Aisling’s orgasm hit. Contraction after contraction radiated from her womb in concentric circles of ecstasy. She had NEVER felt this, never ... her breath came so hot and hard she thought she might pass out.

His cock felt so fucking good in her tight hole, so good ... she couldn't believe she hadn’t noticed him before... it was almost painful as her cunt tightened and throbbed. But Rob kept pounding, shoving his hard prick into the wet, sucking cunt. Aisling felt something tight and even more exciting happening now, right in her slit – right where she usually peed.

For a moment, Aisling thought, shocked, that she was peeing. Putting her hand up, moaning, she felt something liquid and wet squirting from the front of her slit. The liquid was clear and had no scent, but like ejaculate it was squirting in a rhythmic stream from between her tight, swollen lips.

"Rob?" she said shocked.

"Oh sweetheart, I’m almost there, babe, don't stop, please, please don't stop." Rob panted. "Let me come in your sweet hole, please sweetheart."

"Yes but ... feel!"

Aisling took his hand and balancing placed it between her legs as he leaned over her heaving back.

Rob felt the hot stream and went over.

"Oh baby, you're squirting. You're squirting for me!"

Groaning, he slammed his heavy prick as far up that sweet hole as he could, flattening the plump cheeks of her ass, knocking his balls against that sweet streaming slit and yelled as his prick began to jerk and spurt hot streams of cum in her cunt.

Rob groaned. He felt as if his soul was being sucked out with the jerking and spurting of his prick. He wanted to empty every single drop of cum into that sweet spasming pussy.

Slowly, his prick emptied, the last drops of cum trickling out in a delicious stream into the overflowing folds of Aisling's pussy, squeezing out where his big prick plugged her tight, sweet hole and dribbling down the taut thighs.

Aisling collapsed in an exhausted heap onto the carpet. Rob rolled to one side and gathered up the delicious body into his arms, one hand cupping one heavy breast possessively, the other cupping that sweet cunt, pushing that plump ass up against his deflating prick, which soft now, slipped, spent and coated out of the tight pussy.

The two of them lay, chests heaving, trying to catch their breaths.

Aisling, younger and more resilient was the first to recover.

Rolling over, she lay half on top of Rob’s chest, green eyes mirroring his blue gaze.

"THAT was YUMMY!" she said happily.

"Oh baby, yes, yes I would agree ." he told her shakily, tendrils of his conscience starting to prick him.

"We are going to do that LOTS." Aisling said complacently, patting the long flaccid prick laying now across his thigh.

Rob looked at her.

"Yes." she said happily.

With some trepidation, Rob looked at her. The thick, curling red hair tumbled over the pale narrow shoulder, fanning into his face and smelling deliciously of vanilla and woman and sex. The heavy, soft breasts were warm against his chest and her long slender thighs rode one muscled leg, slick and wet with their mingled juices. Sinuously, Aisling contracted her hips slightly, pushing against the long, heavy prick, and shocked, Rob felt it twitching and taking notice.

Heavy lidded green eyes looked into his as Aisling slashed a naughty grin and then slowly slid down his body.

8 comments:

FATSO said...

This is quite the story- I came across your blog through FTN of all things!!! Wonderful erotica! ( I should expect no less from a fellow Torontonian!)....

selkie said...

thanks Fatso! I actually follow your lady's blog when I get a chance! I love her writings!

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the story. Another great one, as usual.
~Midwest

Buffalo said...

Your descriptions of the settings are outstanding.

~ Storm said...

Yeah, that was hot and I have had sex like that. Yikes!

Oh, and I am linking to you. Just thought I'd let you know.

selkie said...

Thanks Storm! I'm flattered!

Anonymous said...

How come when an older woman goes after a you man she's called a "cougar," yet when an older man goes after a younger woman he's called an "old fool?"

Parzifal Odinson said...

Well done, though I will remember to not read this at work again...

If I were to stand up now it would be a scandal indeed!

Impressive , really puts you there.