The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Sunny day and the heat rises in the garden...

Summary

Sunny day and the heat rises in the garden...

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Submitted: May 25, 2016

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Submitted: May 25, 2016

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A summer day. Hot for England. I wore a strapless dress & nothing else, took my book, drink and sun oil into the garden. The garden was overlooked but next door were at work so I pulled the top down as I lay on the grass and enjoyed the tickle & prick of the sun on my bare breasts. After a while I sat up, took a swig of water and noticed a movement in the upstairs window next door. It was their son, Andy, back from University. I discreetly pulled my dress up and lay back down. I picked up my book and flicked through it, the bookmark had come out and I was struggling to find my page

“Hello!“ a voice over the low wall
“Hello!” I replied.

It was Andy and we chatted over the wall a little. I invited him over and he jumped the wall easily. He was in his last year doing some computer thing at a University up North. He’d filled out a bit. He was tall and had always been rather gangly so the extra weight suited him. He really was terribly good looking. Had caught the sun and had developed a deep voice that made my insides tremble. He was young enough to be my son. In the distance the sounds of Simon and Garfunkel strumming their guitars started.

He went inside helped himself to a drink then sat on the bench at my feet. The bright sun meant I had to squint to see him and in the end I gave up. Lay back and chatted with my eyes closed. I could say now in the heat and sun and warm that I forgot he was there as I pulled up the bottom of my dress. I could say I was doing it just to feel the hot kiss of the sun on my pussy lips. But that would be a lie. I did it to see what he would do.

He, predictably I suppose, there’s limited options when you’re twenty odd & the middle aged lady next door shows you what’s between her legs, offered to oil me. I pulled my dress down & off as he knelt between my legs. His shorts tented. He removed them. He was so fucking breathtakingly stiff, his hardness rising proudly from the darkest, most delicious, shock of hair.

He stared at my tits but fingers went straight between my legs making me gasp.

“I want to fuck you.”

His words hung in the air next to the washing on the line as he teased his fingers over my lips.

My rising orgasm took the words from me and he shifted forward, started to stroke his cock over my now glistening twat.

Again

“I really want to fuck you.”

My body folded in half as it took hold. And as it did he slid himself into me. Stretching and piercing. My cunt grasped his stiff prick. I tensed and gasped as he started to fuck me through it. I mewled. Riding the pleasure he was thrusting between my legs.

And as it subsided he grabbed my hair. And forced himself against me, taking his pleasure. An angry grunt and a sneer on his face as his own orgasm built and it built and it built and I squeezed my cunt over his cock and I felt him come spurting hot and long and deep up into me. His face relaxed, smiled and gave me a look that said this wouldn’t be the last time we’d be doing this.


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