Ann Next Door: Sights and Smells
As you may recall, Ann Next Door is my married neighbor. Our yards connect and on this Saturday morning, I trudged across to return a tool I'd borrowed from her husband. It was steamy out even though it was barely 10 a.m., and by the time I'd reached her side door, I hadn't noticed [hubby's] car was not in the driveway. Her side door squeaked open and there she was, tall, her brunette hair up in a ponytail, yoga pants hugging her amazing round ass, and a tiny tight t-shirt.
"[Husband] isn't here. How convenient you return this now," she smiled.
"Honest mistake. You look nice."
"Oh stop, I haven't taken a shower since Thursday night and I just finished working out. I still have the same panties on that I put on Thursday night," she teased.
Goddamn. That was from left field and my very active inner monologue went crazy. She was hitting on me, daring me to reciprocate even though our asshole, nosy neighbor across the street was out playing with his shrubs, and other neighbors were out and about doing suburban stuff on a Saturday.
"Oh my God, you're getting hard," Ann Next Door said.
She was right. I hadn't jerked off in a couple of days and truly had no intention of starting anything naughty with her; I was just returning some drill bits. Spontaneous erections, however, are sometimes the best.
"Must have been something you said," I managed to blurt out.
"Wanna come in? He'll be gone long enough."
I wasn't saying no. She stepped back inside out of view, and I casually and inconspicuously followed best I could. My eyes never let go of that ass. Ann is tall and fit, smallish breasts but once you get to her hips, her ass gets round and her thighs are just a shade thick, and oh-so-inviting.
Somehow the door shut behind me because I put my hand on her hips and spun her toward me. Our lips locked like we'd been doing this for 10 years. There isn't a supermodel alive this sensual and erotic, just kissing Ann Next Door, you feel her give in. She put her hands on my face, passionately keeping me right where she wanted me. It was only a few seconds before my hands made their way down her sides to her ass. One of my favorite parts of our encounters is feeling her ass; nothing makes my cock harder.
I slid her fitted yoga pants down over her cheeks, taking her pinkish boyshorts down with them in the back. I unlocked myself from her lips and went down to my knees; we hadn't left the hallway yet, she was up against a long wall. I pulled her yoga pants down to the floor and off her ankles. She was free of them. I went for the thighs first, kissing them as she inhaled deeply, moaning just a little. I was taking this beauty in for as long as possible. I made my way to the boyshorts, the fabric still covering her pussy.
"Don't. I probably smell."
"Stop," I replied.
I was face to face with her pussy and it was intense. She smelled like sex and sweat and everything else she had done for the last two days. It was intoxicating. I kissed her there and pulled the boyshorts off to the ground. She had some very sexy stubble going and it just put me out of my mind with lust. I licked her clit between her fingers, which were suddenly on the scene. She was rubbing herself and getting into it, while I got my licks in. She finally gave in and put her hands on the sides of my face keeping me there. I sucked on her clit, feeling it grow a little on my tongue, and get warmer and wetter. Ann Next Door was really wet. Soaked. I was so into everything about this moment I hardly noticed how much noise she was making, as well as the fact that she was practically begging me to fuck her.
I got the message, and stood up. She yanked my shorts off and freed my cock. She has amazing, soft hands and face-to-face guided me inside her. Somehow, even in this awkward standing position, I slid inside her. She gasped, "God that head is thick."
I kissed her neck and she threw her head back as I plunged inside her more and more, deeper and deeper. I cannot imagine being any deeper. "God, you're making me cum again," she moaned. Somehow I missed the first one.
Once her orgasm seemed to calm down, I flipped her around and she bent over a barstool near her kitchen counter. Her ass was in full view as I slid inside her still very wet pussy from behind. I was not going to last long. My hands explored her perfectly, smooth, pale ass, going deeper still inside her pussy. "Oh my god, you feel like you're going to come out of my mouth," she said.
That finished me. And she knew it. "Oh God, you're gonna cum. I can feel it. I can feel your cock getting ready."
She knew. She backed me off and sat on the barstool. I got between her legs but she didn't want me to cum inside her. "Jerk it off all over me." She lifted her shirt, and she was sweatier than I was. The aroma was too much to handle from both of us. My cock was glistening from her pussy and sweat and I grabbed the shaft and she ran fingers over the head. My moaning was a****listic. One massive creamy spurt shot up under her barely exposed breast, another onto her stomach, and then more onto her hands, which had left cock and were positioned like a little cup, collecting any cum that made its way down.
I was spent, and she was too. There was a lot of cum on her. "You should shower," I laughed. Ann Next Door said, "Maybe," as she rubbed my big load on her chest and stomach. She was scrubbing it in good, it was so erotic, I couldn't stop watching. She stroked my cock a little with her cummy hands, coaxing a little more out the tip. She bent down and sucked on the head for a few seconds. It was almost too much for my very sensitive, still half-hard cock.
Ann stood up and kissed me hard. I could taste her pussy on her tongue, and my warm cum. It was really intense and I was getting hard. Sensory overload to the max.
"You better go," she said. She scooped up her yoga pants and slid them back on quickly just in case [husband] was on his way. She had her soaked panties balled up in her hand. She slid them into my pocket as I tried to zip up without catching my hard cock. A souvenir.
"Tonight, when you jerk off, use these to help. I expect them back with a prize."
"[Husband] isn't here. How convenient you return this now," she smiled.
"Honest mistake. You look nice."
"Oh stop, I haven't taken a shower since Thursday night and I just finished working out. I still have the same panties on that I put on Thursday night," she teased.
Goddamn. That was from left field and my very active inner monologue went crazy. She was hitting on me, daring me to reciprocate even though our asshole, nosy neighbor across the street was out playing with his shrubs, and other neighbors were out and about doing suburban stuff on a Saturday.
"Oh my God, you're getting hard," Ann Next Door said.
She was right. I hadn't jerked off in a couple of days and truly had no intention of starting anything naughty with her; I was just returning some drill bits. Spontaneous erections, however, are sometimes the best.
"Must have been something you said," I managed to blurt out.
"Wanna come in? He'll be gone long enough."
I wasn't saying no. She stepped back inside out of view, and I casually and inconspicuously followed best I could. My eyes never let go of that ass. Ann is tall and fit, smallish breasts but once you get to her hips, her ass gets round and her thighs are just a shade thick, and oh-so-inviting.
Somehow the door shut behind me because I put my hand on her hips and spun her toward me. Our lips locked like we'd been doing this for 10 years. There isn't a supermodel alive this sensual and erotic, just kissing Ann Next Door, you feel her give in. She put her hands on my face, passionately keeping me right where she wanted me. It was only a few seconds before my hands made their way down her sides to her ass. One of my favorite parts of our encounters is feeling her ass; nothing makes my cock harder.
I slid her fitted yoga pants down over her cheeks, taking her pinkish boyshorts down with them in the back. I unlocked myself from her lips and went down to my knees; we hadn't left the hallway yet, she was up against a long wall. I pulled her yoga pants down to the floor and off her ankles. She was free of them. I went for the thighs first, kissing them as she inhaled deeply, moaning just a little. I was taking this beauty in for as long as possible. I made my way to the boyshorts, the fabric still covering her pussy.
"Don't. I probably smell."
"Stop," I replied.
I was face to face with her pussy and it was intense. She smelled like sex and sweat and everything else she had done for the last two days. It was intoxicating. I kissed her there and pulled the boyshorts off to the ground. She had some very sexy stubble going and it just put me out of my mind with lust. I licked her clit between her fingers, which were suddenly on the scene. She was rubbing herself and getting into it, while I got my licks in. She finally gave in and put her hands on the sides of my face keeping me there. I sucked on her clit, feeling it grow a little on my tongue, and get warmer and wetter. Ann Next Door was really wet. Soaked. I was so into everything about this moment I hardly noticed how much noise she was making, as well as the fact that she was practically begging me to fuck her.
I got the message, and stood up. She yanked my shorts off and freed my cock. She has amazing, soft hands and face-to-face guided me inside her. Somehow, even in this awkward standing position, I slid inside her. She gasped, "God that head is thick."
I kissed her neck and she threw her head back as I plunged inside her more and more, deeper and deeper. I cannot imagine being any deeper. "God, you're making me cum again," she moaned. Somehow I missed the first one.
Once her orgasm seemed to calm down, I flipped her around and she bent over a barstool near her kitchen counter. Her ass was in full view as I slid inside her still very wet pussy from behind. I was not going to last long. My hands explored her perfectly, smooth, pale ass, going deeper still inside her pussy. "Oh my god, you feel like you're going to come out of my mouth," she said.
That finished me. And she knew it. "Oh God, you're gonna cum. I can feel it. I can feel your cock getting ready."
She knew. She backed me off and sat on the barstool. I got between her legs but she didn't want me to cum inside her. "Jerk it off all over me." She lifted her shirt, and she was sweatier than I was. The aroma was too much to handle from both of us. My cock was glistening from her pussy and sweat and I grabbed the shaft and she ran fingers over the head. My moaning was a****listic. One massive creamy spurt shot up under her barely exposed breast, another onto her stomach, and then more onto her hands, which had left cock and were positioned like a little cup, collecting any cum that made its way down.
I was spent, and she was too. There was a lot of cum on her. "You should shower," I laughed. Ann Next Door said, "Maybe," as she rubbed my big load on her chest and stomach. She was scrubbing it in good, it was so erotic, I couldn't stop watching. She stroked my cock a little with her cummy hands, coaxing a little more out the tip. She bent down and sucked on the head for a few seconds. It was almost too much for my very sensitive, still half-hard cock.
Ann stood up and kissed me hard. I could taste her pussy on her tongue, and my warm cum. It was really intense and I was getting hard. Sensory overload to the max.
"You better go," she said. She scooped up her yoga pants and slid them back on quickly just in case [husband] was on his way. She had her soaked panties balled up in her hand. She slid them into my pocket as I tried to zip up without catching my hard cock. A souvenir.
"Tonight, when you jerk off, use these to help. I expect them back with a prize."
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