A Neighborly Affair (The finale?) - Sex Stories

A Neighborly Affair (The finale?)

... her large, braless breasts cushioned between us. She was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. It appeared that she had put on fresh lipstick for the occasion.

"No problem. And no worries. Our house is always a mess. We are two bachelors who aren't always as neat as we should be."

Ginger bade me to have a seat on the couch while she grabbed a couple of beers. When she returned with two chilled bottles of Dos Eques, she sat near me and toasted. I set a plastic bag on the coffee table.

"Madame's items. Delivered as promised."

"Oh, thank you, Honey. You are a real gentleman."

Ginger opened the bag briefly and glanced in. Then she took another look and smiled. She reached into the bag, pulled the panties out, and displayed them in front of our faces, giggling.

"I hope I didn't embarrass you too much with all this. I know–these don't look like old lady's panties. I guess I still try to act like I'm a teenager sometimes. But you seem to be very mature for your age, Sammie. You're very sweet. I noticed that about you right away. I have a sense about these things."

She was still holding the panties, and I noticed the stain where I had cum on them. I quickly looked away and hoped she had not noticed. She raised her beer arm in a toast and lowered her other arm with the panties to her thigh.

"Here's to friendship, Sammie." We clinked bottles and took a sip. "You look a little nervous, Honey. Is everything okay? And then she looked down and must have noticed ...

... the stain as well.

"I'd better put these away before you get any ideas. Hmmm, I never noticed this stain before." She sniffed them and smiled.

"I bet I know what happened. Don't worry, Sammie, I understand. Men have needs. But then, so do women. I noticed right away that you are at the age when men just can't control certain emotions and sometimes it shows. Like right now, hmmm?"

Ginger reached over and put a hand on my knee. Your dad told me he thought you were sexually active with a neighbor lady, and that got me thinking. There's nothing like the sex drive of a teenager. I remember those days. I also noticed that you have a hard time looking at my face instead of my chest. These boy magnets get lots of stares, I admit. I understand, Sammie, so don't be embarrassed. They enjoy the attention."

Ginger threw her shoulders back, patted my knee in sympathy, and then slowly moved her hand to the inside of my thigh.

"Oh, Honey. What's this? My goodness, this feels like you're more than embarrassed. Did I do this to you?"

I'm not stupid, but I could certainly play stupid. It was obvious where this was leading–at least as far as I was concerned. I looked directly into Ginger's eyes and gave her my best look of innocence.

"I'm so sorry, Ginger. Sometimes I can't help it. I get excited and part of me is uncontrollable. Please don't be mad. After I found your panties, I did something I shouldn't have done." I looked down in fake shame. Ginger's fingers were gently ...