The Neighbor Girl - Sex Stories

The Neighbor Girl

... kids. They'd have been too afraid to walk back to their room in the dark and left the lights on. I noticed a trace of lipstick on the rim of the glass as I placed it in the sink and quickly washed it off.

I went to the bathroom to check my face for lipstick and wash it to remove Lana's musk. My wife started me as I pulled the washcloth from my face. "Jeeesh, you scared the shit out of me," I said. "I'm just washing the cigar smell off of me before bed."

"I was bringing Tommy's water glass back to the kitchen. He said he was too scared to go himself," she said, handing me the glass before heading back to bed.

I was relieved that there wasn't lipstick on me, but I would ask Lana the next time I saw her. I took the glass to the kitchen and shut everything off for the night. I was awake for most of the night, thinking of fucking Lana.

I stood watching the downpour out the window of my office, thinking to myself, No cigars tonight. "Hey," my wife said, poking her head into my office. "Mom called, asking if we could come for a visit this weekend since it's a long weekend. What do you think? You want to come?"

I wrinkled up my nose, saying, "I know the kids love staying at Grandma's, but I'll end up fixing all of the things that your dad won't. Do you remember the last time? I spent all afternoon on something that they were going to donate anyway. You and the kids can go. It will give me time to catch up on work stuff."

"Ha! You mean nap. Right?" she laughed as ...

... she left, calling back, "Don't drink all weekend."

George drove into his driveway with Lana and Jr. in the backseat. They waved as I helped load my kids into the car Friday morning. My youngest yelled to them, "We're going to Grandma's house by the beach."

"The beach. How fun!" Lana said, making eye contact with me.

They waved as my wife backed out of the driveway.

Lana turned to me, "Too bad you had to work. You would have had fun at the beach," she said with a wink before following George inside their house.

Lana knocked on our back door as soon as it was dark. I let her in, asking about George and Junior. She explained that she'd given Grorge his meds early and sent them both off to bed early. I took a bottle of bourbon off of the top of the fridge and passed it to her. "No glass?"

"No, there was lipstick residue on the glass last time," I smirked. "We gotta be more careful, or we'll get caught."

"I don't wear lipstick," Lana said. "It would be a waste of money that I don't have, and with it only George and me, what's the point."

"I'm sorry. My mistake," I apologized. "We still need to be careful."

"Neither of us can afford to get caught. I'll leave if you want me to," Lana said, turning for the door.

"You won't get your guts rearranged if you leave. You've probably worked yourself up with anticipation," I said with a smug grin.

"Yeah, you could say that. I didn't realize how much I missed sucking cock," Lana took a swig from the bottle, ...