Christine ad the Neigbor - Sex Stories

Christine ad the Neigbor

... them pleasure. I felt so free and so sexy and so at home up there turning them on! And I had the sense that I would be protected and taken care of by one of these men who worshipped me. I would give men pleasure and be taken care of in return.” “Needless to say, when I awoke from that dream my underpants were saturated with cum!” “And whenever I used to look at Playboy magazines, I always found myself wanting to be one of these naked lovelies. Again, the sense I got was that these women were worshipped for their willing nudity and taken care of. All they had to do was be sexy and available.” “Then there was my elderly neighbor, Mr. Goodman. After graduating from high school, I began going over to visit Mr. Goodman. He would have me in for a coke and chat. I had no real close friends, so I enjoyed going over to pass some time. And he was obviously quite lonely.” “One day my Mom was chatting with Mr. Goodman and mentioned she was going away for the weekend with a new beau.” “Mr. Goodman asked if she thought I would like to spend the weekend at his house so that neither of us got lonely. As I’ve said, I did not have a lot of close friends at the time. My conflicted sexual feelings made me isolate; I preferred not to share my tastes with anyone. My mother knew of my preferences and she did not discourage me. In fact, from time to time when she returned from a shopping trip she would bring me some clothes, like panties or a nighty, that fit me.” “My mother, who liked to drink a ...

... lot and have a good time, believed everyone should be able to do their thing as long as nobody else got hurt. And she told me she had always wanted a daughter, and said I could dress up however I wanted.” “So I was in the habit of wearing girls’ clothing around the house, though I didn’t dare venture out dressed like that, for fear that if someone found out, I would be ridiculed and would never hear the end of it.” “Mom was concerned, however, that I did not have a girlfriend or boyfriend.” “So, as she chatted with Mr. Goodman, she said that yes, she’d like it if I’d spend the weekend with him, but that she’d have to ask me.” “And when she asked me, I said ok, it would be a good thing to give him some company. Though I didn’t say it, I was the one really starved for company. Plus lately I’d had these fantasies of being a naughty girl for Mr. Goodman. So what the hell, I thought.” “Early Saturday afternoon, after Mom had left on her date, I headed over to Mr. Goodman’s. He liked having a glass of wine and offered me a glass. It seemed early in the day for someone to be drinking wine, but I accepted since no adult had ever offered me a drink before. I tasted it and didn’t like it. But he coaxed me on, saying, ‘It will make you feel real nice. Don’t you want to feel good?’” “Then he got up and said, ‘I have something to show you which I think you’ll like. But you must promise me that everything – the wine, and what I’m going to show you – will be strictly between us.’” “Curiosity ...