Christine ad the Neigbor - Sex Stories

Christine ad the Neigbor

... getting to me, as was the reefer and the booze which I had a couple more glasses of. I looked around. As I said, our two houses were quite isolated and the street rarely saw traffic. So I slipped off the sneakers, then the jeans. I felt pretty aroused now, knowing he was on the porch reading. Soon he looked up and let out a loud whistle. “Nice!” he shouted. “Feel free to lose the top too!” I didn’t need much encouragement and slipped off the halter top, leaving me in just bra and panties. I enjoyed the audience and after a while I was done with the lawn. I returned the mower and weedwacker to the shed and he called to me from the porch, “Come on over here and cool off a bit and relax!” “Boy, I’m horny,” I remarked when I’d made it inside the porch. “Can you tell?” I teased, knowing full well that my hardon was protruding from the top of my panties. “Well, what do you intend to do about it, baby?” John teased me. In front of where John sat was a wrought-iron coffee table with a glass top. I stood next to the table facing John and started playing with my cock. It wasn’t long before I shot a load onto the glass top of the table. Then I got on my knees next to the table and began licking my cum off the top. I soon licked all of it up, then smiled at John. “A little protein snack after all that yardwork,” I quipped. John let out a howl. “Listen,” said John as I got up to leave. “I’m having a late night card game tonight starting around midnight. Feel free to stop by and meet my ...

... buddies. I’m sure they will all like you, especially if you dress sexy.” “OK, maybe I will. Sounds fun.” So saying, I left John and returned to my place. I made a quick dinner and then decided to drive into town for a few drinks. What I usually did, and indeed what I did this evening, when I was heading out to a new bar, was to dress in bra, panties, a garter belt and stockings, then put a regular men’s shirt and jeans (tight jeans, I might add) over these. I wore high-heeled men’s dress boots, which were actually unisex. This way, no one would know about my crossdressing, and yet I’d be prepared in case I did meet a sympathetic companion over the course of the evening. I ended up at a workingman’s bar in town. It had a pool table; I love playing pool and am quite good at it. I made a few new friends, though none of them seemed to be “my type”, if you know what I mean. But I played a lot of pool, drank a number of screwdrivers, and got a little blitzed. At last call, at 2:00 a.m., I knew I was in no shape to drive. I got one of my new acquaintances to agree to give me a lift, then told one of the bartenders that I’d be back to pick up my car the following day. When my new friend dropped me off, I was wondering what John might be up too. I’d had so much to drink that I staggered back to his backyard, literally zigzagging and seeing double. It was about 2:30 in the morning. I started getting hard, thinking of John and knowing I could have him whenever I wanted…like now. In his ...