Me And Mrs.Smith - Sex Stories

Me And Mrs.Smith

I woke up at 6:00 AM on a Friday, my whole body sore from yesterday's volleyball practice. After lying in bed for a couple more minutes, I was able to gather the strength to get up and take a cold shower. Looking in the mirror, I noticed my once soft and shiny, straight brown-colored hair was dry and frizzy. However, I decided to focus on the good things and looked at my body instead.

Since I got into college through a sports scholarship and was training more often, I started to notice a couple more muscles showing, and my abs looked amazing. I was scared that once I started working out more, my boobs would get smaller, but they didn't. They were as big and plump as ever.

"Still a D cup," I said to myself, giving my boobs a little squeeze. "And they're firmer."

After my morning shower, I put on some tight jeans, and a plain T-shirt, and threw on some sneakers. Then, as usual, I got my backpack, headed to the apartment next door, and knocked. The door opened almost immediately, and Mrs. Smith welcomed me with a smile.

"Good morning, Lizzie!" said Mrs. Smith as she gave me a tight hug.

"Good morning! Want some help with breakfast?" I asked.

"No need, dear. I already made everything. Come on in."

Mrs. Smith looked stunning as always. It never fails to amaze me how she's able to look this beautiful at 7 in the morning. Her blonde wavy hair looked as soft as cotton candy; she had a little makeup on that made her blue eyes pop, her perfume smelled sweet and ...

... almost hypnotizing, and her body... My god, her body was something straight out of a museum. Full of soft curves, thick thighs attached to wide hips, an ass that was to die for, and breasts that were at least an H cup with big nipples that protruded through her white robe. Once again, I thanked the universe for having this beautiful woman, both outside and inside, as my neighbor.

"I made pancakes today!" Mrs. Smith said as I took a seat at the table. "You're going to visit your parents, again, this weekend?"

"I was, but they got sick and told me to stay home. Since the tournament is coming up, they don't want to risk me getting the flu."

"I'm sorry about that, dear. I know you were looking forward to seeing them again."

"It's okay, Mrs. Smith. I can just go next weekend instead." I gave her a reassuring smile and started digging into the pancakes.

"Well, since you're not going to your parents' house anymore, how about you spend your weekend here?" Mrs. Smith asked as she sipped her coffee.

"Like sleeping here? But I live right next door."

"Yeah, but since the tournament is coming up, I think it will be good for you, like a change of scenery. We can do like a girls' night with face masks and movies!" She said excitedly, and that made me laugh a little.

"You're right, I'm in! Let's have a girls' night."

We spent the rest of our breakfast talking about what we would do during the sleepover and picking movies until it was time for me to go to class and for ...