A Neighborly Affair Part 4 - Sex Stories

A Neighborly Affair Part 4

I had been ruing this day for some time, but it was inevitable. Mrs. Collins wanted to have a serious talk with me, which could only mean one thing: it was all over between us. At least, that is what I felt was coming. No more erotic romps with a gorgeous middle-aged neighbor. No more sexual role-playing. No more sex...at least with her.

But then, she had something up her sleeve. After she confessed to me that she would be moving to another state for work while I was off to a junior college miles away, she promised a surprise.

Leading me by the hand, we transitioned from the kitchen to the master bath of her house, a large, tiled space we had used many times in the past as a prelude to sex in her bedroom. Her spacious walk-in shower became our favorite spot for foreplay, especially at the end of a hot summer workday.

"Cleanliness is next to Godliness," she would claim. Who can argue with that, especially when the person doing the cleaning is rubbing her naked, big tits against you?

Sharon loved to slowly undress me, teasing me with dirty talk, and then, once unclothed, fondle my soapy cock in the shower. I felt the same way about her breasts as well as the rest of her body. If nothing else, she made sure to get all the hard places, if not all the hard-to-reach places.

Linda turned on the water and then returned to me and sat on a chair in front of her makeup counter. She had me face her as she unbuckled and unzipped my pants.

"Look at you–already getting ...

... stiff, and we're just getting started." She traced my cock with her fingers and then pulled my pants down. Sharon had persuaded me to wear jockey-type briefs instead of boxers. With my pants around my ankles, the outline of my thick cock stretched prominently toward my waistband. Sharon squeezed it and then bit it playfully through my briefs with her perfectly white teeth.

"Definitely more than a mouthful. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were enjoying this." She looked up at me and then kissed the bulge in front of her before adding my briefs to the pile at my ankles. I stepped out of them after first slipping off my sandals. My released cock hung at a forty-five-degree angle toward the floor, slowly rising to near horizontal as I envisioned what would follow.

Once I was naked, she stood and turned, unbuttoning her shorts and slipping them off in stages, working one side and then the other, wriggling out of them as they were too tight to just drop to the floor. She did the same with her panties, putting on a short strip tease for me and dragging it out as long as possible.

As her bare ass came into view, she bent over and spread her legs so that the lips of her fleshy pussy were visible to me, dangling slightly from her beautiful ass. Once she was naked from the waist down, she faced me and pulled her tank top over her head so that she now had on only a skimpy, see-through bra that barely contained her large mounds. She reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and ...