A Good Neighbor - Sex Stories

A Good Neighbor

... bliss as his heaving chest slowly returned to normal. That was the payoff for her, witnessing what her talented mouth could do for her man. His eyes opened slowly as a smile formed, and he reached for her, moving towards her to take her tiny body in his arms within the rushing hot water.

She could feel his strength as his arms drew her in, her chest squashed against his. She felt protected, appreciated, loved even; all the emotions so lacking with her absentee husband. He kissed her both gently and forcefully with a passion she hadn’t felt in a long time. When her eyes opened, he stared at her face with a smile that made the wait for him worthwhile.

“Take me inside, Max? Please?” she asked, wanting him to know she wanted more.

“It would be my pleasure,” he replied.

Letting go of her tight little body, he stepped up onto the deck and, picking up her robe, held it open for her. She smiled as she stepped out as well and put each arm into the warmth of the robe and his arms as he wrapped the terrycloth tight around her and pulled her back against him. That wonderful feeling of just being held returned, and when she tilted her head to look at him, he bent to kiss her neck, her ear, her cheek.

She wasn’t the only one feeling something long missing from her life. The grief of his wife passing was still present, but only in small doses, while the feeling of someone close was gone. He’d dated a little but didn’t feel any connections and figured time would eventually ...

... bring him someone.

Opening the French doors, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bed. After gently laying her on top of the bedspread, he opened and discarded his robe and climbed on the bed beside her. He pushed her hands away when she tried to open her robe, wanting to unwrap the present he’d waited so patiently for himself.

“My God, Heather! You are so beautiful!” he gushed as he pulled the robe open. “You have no idea how you’ve tortured me all those times in the yard, wearing those tight shorts and showing off your ass!”

“Oh? You mean this?” she teased, getting up on her knees and sticking her butt out. “Ooo!” she squeaked when he smacked one cheek and then the other.

“Yes! I mean this!” he replied as he pushed her face down on the bed, and each hand claimed a cheek.

As he caressed and squeezed her perfectly round globes, she lifted her hips, pressing them into his hands, moaning at his touch and grunting as he teased her puckered star. “Oh, Max!” she exclaimed when he lay behind her and buried his face between her cheeks, his tongue tracing her cleft down to the hole that had been neglected for years. Pushing into his face now, she wished she could open for him but gratefully accepted his rimming tongue.

Lifting her hips higher, his tongue slid back and forth across her perineum between her two points of entry. He suspected that she’d love to take him in her backdoor, but lacking any lube, he put it off till next time, hoping for the first ...