So many of you told me you really liked my sexy stories, and asked for more… Well, you’ve come to the right place. — Over to your right, you’ll see fresh, categorized stories to help satisfy your particular interest. – Just so you know, I will be posting additional stories to each group frequently.
Also, I will post a new story here in my ‘blog-area’ every Friday. The first story is called: “The Neighbor”. It really IS based on an adventure I had one time, that was VERY sexy. Without further delay, here is my inaugural story, – “The Neighbor”. – I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, — AND… I look forward to your feedback.
The Neighbor – There’s a married, “40’ish” neighbor of mine a couple of blocks down where I used to live. She’s a schoolteacher and had heard that I was a pretty good computer guy and stopped by one Saturday afternoon to introduce herself and ask me if I could take a look at her laptop. I told her to bring it by that afternoon. About an hour later, there was a soft knock on the door and there she was. I invited her in and we went back to my office and computer room. She was wearing a navy-blue skirt and a prim white blouse that buttoned down the front. I typically wear gym shorts when I’m at home with no underwear. She was sitting across from me and, on a whim; I deliberately positioned myself so she could see my cock inside the leg of my gym shorts if she wanted to look.
I was talking to her about her laptop when she started turning a little red (blushing.) I knew what the problem was, but enjoyed the situation and pretended I didn’t. I asked her if anything was wrong and she shook her head “no” and continued to listen to me drone on about the laptop. Meanwhile, I knew my dick was getting bigger and beginning to poke out of my shorts a little. All of a sudden, she looked at me, almost beet red by then and said, “Did you know that your p.e.n.i.s, (she actually spelled it out like that) is uncovered?” I looked down, pretending not to have known and leaned back in my chair causing it to be become a little more uncovered and actually stick out of my shorts about an inch. I just looked at her and she just looked at me. After what had to be at least a half a minute (all the while my cock is getting fully erect) I asked her if she wanted me to cover it up. She didn’t say a thing, just kept staring at it as if she were mesmerized. Since she didn’t say anything I pulled my gym shorts leg fully over to the side and pulled my cock completely out of my shorts, balls and all. I started slowly jacking my cock and slightly smiling. I’m uncircumcised and I pulled up the skin and ran my finger between the foreskin and the head of my cock. She gave an audible sigh and I jacked it some more.
I could tell she was getting into it so I just stood up and walked over to where she sat. I didn’t say anything, just continued to jack my rock hard cock about five inches from her face. She didn’t move. She just looked at my dick as if she was in a dream or something, afraid to say anything. I put one foot up on the arm of the chair and got a little bit closer to her face. She kept looking at my dick and she said in a soft voice, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m not that kind of a woman.” So, I jacked my cock a couple more times and said, “Ok, I’ll put it away”, and did. I returned to the chair I had been sitting in and leaned back and spread my legs a little. I could tell she was looking at the big bulge in my shorts. I thought she might respond to a more bold approach. So again, after what seemed like two or three minutes I said, “You know, I sure would like to see your pussy, why don’t you lean back, spread your legs, and show it to me?”
She sat there for a minute or so as if trying to make a decision and then she just leaned back. She was still blushing and she raised her hips and pulled up her skirt. Then to my surprise, she hooked her thumbs in her pale blue panties and pulled them down and off. I asked her to put her legs up on the arms of the chair and she hesitated a minute and then – did. There she sat, legs spread, pussy wide open, beet red and kind of breathing hard. I got up, pulled off my shorts and walked over to her. I thought about getting on my knees and fucking her like that. But then in a moment of inspiration, I stood next to the arm of the chair and asked her if she liked to suck cock. She shook her head “No”. I leaned forward with my cock in my hand and said, “Are you sure?” and just pushed forward while I put my hand on the back or her head and gently pulled. She resisted the slightest bit then opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in and started swirling her tongue around on it. Her hand reached up to caress my balls and she pushed her mouth even further onto my cock.
There was quite the change of heart in her attitude. Her nostrils flared, her lips went concave and she started sucking my cock like it was her long, lost friend. When I got ready to cum, I tried to pull out a little but she wouldn’t have it. I reached for my digital camera and shot a couple of sexy pictures as I was cumming. When I was spent she continued to nurse my cock a little longer, and then all of a sudden, as if she had remorse, she turned her head away and started re-assembling herself. I took this as a sign that she didn’t want to continue and returned to my chair.
There was such a complete change of attitude that I looked down at her laptop, made a few adjustments and told her that I thought it would work fine now. She thanked me several times, and asked me how much she owed for the repair. I assured her it was my hobby and that it was no problem. She stood up, smoothed her skirt, grabbed her panties and stuffed them into her purse. When she was all together, she stuck out her hand to shake mine, and walked toward the front door. As she walked through the opening onto the porch, she turned and again offered her thanks and walked down the steps, onto the sidewalk and, presumably toward her house. As she was walking away, I told her she could come back any time she felt like it.
I turned and walked back in; a little perplexed as to how a woman could give such an enthusiastic blowjob and yet be so formal when she was through. I shook my head and thought – “Oh well, it takes all kinds”, and went back to my computer room to continue to write.
It was several days later, a Saturday afternoon in fact, that I heard a faint knock on my front door. I have a pretty extensive computer setup in my study and a friend of mine, Curtis, was helping me configure a new file-server. I heard the faint knock on the door one more time, and gave a curious look at Curtis, and said – “I wonder who that can be?” I was dressed in my typical Saturday afternoon fare of tee shirt and loose-fitting gym shorts and no underwear. When I went out of my study, through a hall, and crossed the living room to my front door I recognized her silhouette right away as my schoolteacher friend, Sarah. I opened the door and she immediately started apologizing for stopping by unannounced and disturbing me. I assured her it was no problem and took her hand and invited her in.
I offered her a seat on my yellow wing chair and she sat down, kind of toward the edge as if she had something urgent to say. I took a seat on my sofa, which was about eight feet away from her and at an angle. She immediately started to babble about what had happened the last time we were together and how she was terribly embarrassed, and if that got out she would be in big trouble since she was a schoolteacher – “and all.” She even said, “You know, I have a certain reputation to uphold in this community.” When she said that I knew why she was there. She kept talking and blathering about, “It was all some kind of a mistake, and that she would appreciate it very much if I wouldn’t say anything to ANYONE about what we had done.
I, of course, leaned back on the couch, stretched my arms out wide on the back of the sofa, spread my legs a bit and just listened to her talk without making any kind of a reply. She seemed a little flabbergasted that I didn’t have anything to say, and made even more of a plea by asking me for my help and understanding in this “matter.” Eventually, she stopped talking and just sat there. I remember her saying, “I just don’t know what got into me last Saturday; I am so ashamed of myself.” She then hung her head a little and stared at the floor. Still, I didn’t say anything. She eventually looked up and said, “Aren’t you going to say anything?” And I said, “You know Sarah, all I have to say right now is that I’d like to see your breasts, how about unbuttoning your blouse so I can see how stiff your nipples are?”
Well, she just sat there kind of stunned. We both didn’t say anything for the longest time and all of a sudden, in a low voice, she said, “Please don’t make me do this.” I told her that I wasn’t making her “do” anything. I told her she could leave right now and I wouldn’t say a thing to anybody. I remember her asking me how she could be sure I was discreet and I told her that I guess that was her problem. We sat there a few more minutes and I started to get hard and I guess she noticed and I could tell she was glancing from my face to my shorts.
I then asked her what she was looking at and she actually blushed a deep red and looked away. By then my cock was rock hard and standing up. I reached down and pulled my shorts leg over to the side, and my cock sprang up into view. I said, “Sarah is this what you came down here for?” She had her face turned fully toward the window and I could tell she was fidgeting a little; so I knew that she knew what I was talking about. “Sarah, look over here,” I said. She turned slowly in the wing chair and looked at me. She didn’t say anything at all. I started jacking my cock slowly and she watched me do it. Her mouth had opened the slightest bit and I could barely see her tongue through her teeth. I splayed my legs wide and brought my other hand down to my balls and started to pull on my nutsack a little while I very slowly jacked my dick. She was still silent and she just watched.
I was still sitting on the couch and I decided to ask her again, “So, are you going to show me your titties, or not?” I put one heel up on the edge of the couch and just let my cock stand there. The next thing she did was a little strange. Her hand went up to the top button of her blouse and paused at the button. She then said, “What if my husband finds out?” I said, “Well, I’m sure not going to tell him, are you?” This seemed to satisfy her a little and she undid the top button. She then said, “If I do this, this time, it’s not going to happen again, OK?” I said, “Sarah, you’re not a prisoner here, you can walk out the door right now if you want; it’s not locked.”
She moved her hand down to the next button and unbuttoned it. She was down to the last button and said, “I don’t know why I’m doing this; I hope you’re telling me the truth and won’t say anything about this to anybody. I’d just die, if you did.” By then, all her blouse was unbuttoned, but it was still closed. I couldn’t tell from where I sat what kind of a bra she had on, so I asked her to open her blouse so I could see more. She reached up and pulled her blouse apart a little and I could see the inside hemispheres of each breast. Her bra was a feminine, lacy one and seemed a little “much” to be wearing under a plain silk blouse. I asked her if she wore that bra on purpose because she knew she was coming to see me. She blushed a little and didn’t say anything; and in a kind of a start she said, “I didn’t come down here to do what we did again. I came down here to ask you not to say anything to anybody about it.” I simply said, “Sure, you did; now, how about unsnapping that bra, so I can see your breasts.”
She didn’t move. It was an awkward silence and then she moved both her hands to the front of her bra and unfastened it. The cups fell immediately to the sides of her breasts and she crossed her arms over her chest to hide herself. I then got a little upset and pulled my shorts over my cock and got up and was beginning to walk out of the room. She asked me where I was going and I said, “Back to work on my computer.” Then she said, “No, wait – I’ll do it, come sit back down.” I turned reluctantly and sat back down, but kept my shorts in place and didn’t expose anything.
Sarah moved her arms away from her breasts and put them on the arms of the chair, and said, “Is that better, is that what you want?” I just looked at her beautiful, white breasts. What I said next surprised even me a little, I said…, —
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