My Affair with Alison - Part 4 - Sex Stories

My Affair with Alison - Part 4

My neighbor Alison and I were having an affair. She was a sweet Southern Belle and athletic at the same time. Soon our fling would take an unexpected but pleasant turn. It was surprisingly easy to see each other at the kids’ school bus stop. It wasn’t awkward or tense at all. In fact it was mildly flirty as the kids played waiting for their bus. We made small talk, but sprinkled with little sidewise glances and easy smiles. She often wore tight black shorts like volleyball players, sneakers, and colored short-socks that showed off her toned and slightly tanned, silky smooth legs. She wasn’t thin, but was just right. I couldn’t help stealing a peak at her gorgeous ass and remembering running my finger down her crack while making out in the hotel room. One day after the bus picked up the kids I said to her, “I really enjoyed watching you in your backyard the other day.” “I’ve never done anything like that,” she said slightly embarrassed and looking around as if someone was listening. No one was near and our houses were on big treed lots, so there was little danger of neighbors overhearing. Still, she was concerned that someone would find out about us, so I didn’t want to push too much. “How about if I call you later? Broomhilda is working and I’ll be home alone.” Her deep blue eyes had a hint of lust in them, or maybe I was just horny. “Wait until after nine. William is leaving for the airport to go to Chicago for meetings.” William is her jock husband, who I like to imagine ...

... was unable to satisfy Alison like I did. She started to walk down her driveway toward the open garage door where I saw her and her husband’s cars. I struggled not to watch, just in case he could see, but I knew that walk. I knew how her ass wiggled just the right amount when she walked and seeing those tight black shorts and runner’s thighs always made my manhood twitch. When I got back to my home office I tried to get some work done, but it was a struggle not to watch the clock. Man, it wasn’t even seven yet. I briefly thought about masturbating to help relieve the tension, but wanted to save it for Alison. I had finally settled down and was clearing some work email when I saw William’s car pull out of their garage. Within a minute of him driving away my phone rang and I knew it was her. She was an anxious as I was to get some relief. I started to get hard even before I picked up the phone. “Hey, what are you doing?” “Hi. I was going to call you later.” It was a lie. I was going to call the instant the clock struck nine. I tried to play it cool, “That was really nice watching you sunbathe in your bikini.” “As I recall I did a lot more than sunbathe. Did you enjoy the show?” “It was great. When you slipped your hand into your bikini bottoms I nearly fainted. I guess all the blood went somewhere.” She laughed, “I’ve never done that, you know, in front of anyone. It was hot.” “Well I’ve never been that excited. I wanted to taste you. You don’t know how badly I wanted to come over ...