Where it happened: Home
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
Our neighbor was a tall, husky man. He was about my parents’ age–mid 30s. He was single, a bachelor. He and my dad were good friends. One day, my parents were at work. I was home watching TV. Mr. Ross worked a weird shift that he got home by lunch time. He knocked on the door and said he knew I was home since it was a school holiday. Did I have any food? I said, sure, come on in. I made soup and sandwiches. He followed me around in the kitchen and pretty soon, he was pushing me against the stove and feeling up my tits. I wasn’t wearing a bra.
I was moaning because I liked the way his hands felt on my body. His skin was a little rough which made me feel more turned on.
Pretty soon, we forgot about eating. We made out heavily in the TV room and he got so far as rubbing the head of his cock on my clit which made me very wet. I think after that he had second thoughts.
He sort of avoided me after that and I was really mad. He had brought me to a certain point and dropped me. I wanted him!
So a couple of weeks later, when I heard his car in his driveway, I called his house and asked him to come over and fix a leaking faucet. He sort of gave me excuses but his voice got all breathy so I knew he wanted me too. He came over and while he was checking out the faucet, (it really was leaking), I stayed close by. I was wearing a revealing tank top and super short shorts. After he fixed the faucet, I got him a soda and while he sat at the kitchen table, I stood near him and rubbed his shoulder. He didn’t say anything but when I looked at his face, his eyes were closed. He leaned his head back a little so that it was resting against my tits.
I took that as a signal to proceed with my seduction.
I pulled off my tank top and sat on his lap, facing him. He opened his eyes and gasped and then brought his mouth down to lick and suck my nipples. It felt soooo hot.
I unzipped his pants but he put his hand over mine and said we had to slow down. So we made out for a while and he kept touching my tits and I took off my shorts so that I was just in my thong panties.
We did all sorts of neat things. At one point, he made me stand over his face and he brought his nose up to my crotch and licked me. He pushed my panties aside and kissed and sucked me! My juices were flowing down his face.
Also, he used his nose against my clit and brought me to my first orgasm. He was so gentle the way he did it!
Finally, he laid me down on the sofa in the TV room and spread my legs. He got up over me and slowly inserted his cock into my pussy. I bucked my hips up to meet him but he told me to slow down that we had a lot of time.
It really hurt when he pushed into me. He seemed really huge. In the pain, I felt something inside give and then a burning sensation afterwards. He lay there with his cock totally up me and I could feel it twitching and contracting. Then slowly, he drew himself up and then pushed himself in again. He did it as gently and slowly as he could. It began to feel pretty good. I was moaning and sighing and could feel how hard my heart was beating.
I think it took quite a while before he came. When he did, it felt like a flood of hot liquid between my legs.
I was sore for a couple of days and walked funny. I told my parents that I had fallen and hurt my leg when they asked. Mr. Ross would come over only when I called him up.
The first time I had an orgasm of my own was when he ate me out. He was really a great lover. He was patient and considerate. After our first time, he always used condoms with me. Sometimes, I would go to his house and seduce him. I loved fucking in the position where he was sitting and I’d be on his lap, facing him. He could hold my tits in his rough hands or help me out by holding my ass so I could ride up and down his thick cock.
When my dad asked why Mr. Ross was acting strange and not coming over anymore, I just told him that he and I were talking during the afternoon and so maybe he felt like he was taking enough of my time.
I had my affair with Mr. Ross for 2 years. He never asked me to be his girlfriend or anything and after a while, I realized our relationship was purely for sex and not emotional companionship. It took me a long time to get over him. I think I was in love with him in my own way which is why I continued the relationship for so long. Anyway, after we stopped having sex, things began to return to normal. My dad would go over and have some beers with him.
These days that my husband works such long hours, I think about Mr. Ross and wonder if he ever thinks about me.
Processing your request, Please wait....
