Across the Street, Two Houses Down
Author's Note: This story was co-authored by both AsylumSeeker (parts 1, 3, 5, and portions of 7) and WhiteWave48 (parts 2, 4, 6, and portions of 7).
1
Dillon, a tall and slender young man of nineteen, parked his white pickup truck in front of Anna's house and walked to the door. They'd met in a class they both attended at the local community college. On break he'd seen the adorably cute blonde standing in front of a Coke machine searching through her purse for more change. Realizing she had none, the index finger of her right hand pressed the eject button so she could reclaim the coins she'd entered.
He'd reached down into the coin return slot and slipped them back inside, adding his own to meet the purchase price. She'd looked at him and smiled in appreciation. And that had started their relationship, which had been continuing for the better part of six months, with twice-weekly dates and, at times, study sessions, where studying rarely occurred.
He noticed the curtains of the front window shifting aside but couldn't make out who was looking. But seconds later the front door opened and Anna emerged. The girl looked beautiful in a short denim skirt and a yellow half-top. They'd been getting very sexual over the past month. It was quite clear to Dillon she'd dressed that way to make things easier for when they parked after the movie.
Anna looked so pretty, with her bright yellow hair made up and held in place by two plastic hair clips. Her breasts freely shifted under the thin top, indicating she hadn't bothered with a bra. His excitement surged and his dormant penis stirred.
"Hi, Dillon!" she warmly greeted him.
He pulled her into his arms. "I've missed you," he told her, and then kissed her succulent lips.
She quickly broke it off. "Not here! My dad can see."
He walked her to the truck and opened the door. After the movie, which spawned several make-out sessions, they drove up the hill to an overlook. Several other couples had already taken the good spots, so he parked the truck in a thicket of trees that offered no view. But it wasn't so bad... He had Anna to admire.
"How are you doing in Ms. Patterson's history class?" she asked.
They both attended the class but at different times. "Fine... Why?"
"Why are we required to memorize all those things?" she asked in exasperation. "It's not like I'll remember them!"
"I can help you study if you want," he offered.
A frustrated expression appeared on her face. "You always say that, but we end up doing anything but studying."
"I can't help it that you're such a beautiful young woman," Dillon complimented his adorably cute girlfriend. "Can you blame a guy for wanting you?"
Her frown turned into a slight and growing smile. "There's such a thing as self control, you know."
His right arm reached around her shoulders and pulled her close. "There's no such thing when you're this close."
She giggled while enjoying the complimentary words. "You're so bad!"
He made a point of looking down and admiring her bare, shapely legs, flat tummy, and the perky swells beneath the skimpy top. "And you are gorgeous."
He leaned his face towards her, kissing those sumptuous lips. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of her perfume. After several innocent kisses to warm her up, the tip of his tongue slowly pushed into her mouth. The wet muscles anxiously entwined, triggering sexual arousal in them both. A pleasant warmth returned to her lower belly as his balls began tingling and the soft cock started rising.
Their breathing grew heavier and pulses raced. His left hand reached over, caressing her smooth belly. The tip of his index finger traced along the rim of her cute belly button. When it encountered the gold piercing he smiled to himself. She began moaning into his mouth as their temperatures rose.
His hand moved up under her top and cupped the right mound. It felt so soft and supple as he squeezed the firm swell. Anna's body eagerly pivoted to her left, making her more available to his advances. The tingling heat in her pussy was intensifying and she could feel the flowing wetness.
When her mouth pulled away they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Both were breathless. Dillon noticed the windows were steamed up, providing a veil that hid their intimate touching.
"Undo your pants," she whispered.
He was only too eager to comply. His penis was fully extended and had been painfully throbbing inside of the small cotton enclosure. She looked down as both his hands pulled the belt loose, popped the button free, and tugged the zipper down. He removed his cock and balls, exposing them to her view.
"Why did you have to be so damned handsome?" she asked rhetorically.
After kicking off the sandals Anna reached beneath her short skirt and pulled the panties down her legs. She playfully hung them from his rear-view mirror, adding, "Isn't that what guys do? I brought a spare pair tonight."
After lifting her left leg and draping it over his right thigh, she reached her left arm around his neck and the interrupted kissing resumed. The hand that was formerly on her tit ventured south; the fingers sifted through golden curls before stroking the moistened lips. Her body shuddered as he touched her sex.
Her previously tranquil tongue turned wild, hungrily embracing his and thrusting to the back of his throat. The fingers of Anna's right hand encircled his engorged shaft, squeezing hard as it pumped up and down. His hips made frantic fucking motions as her pelvis was grinding her pussy against his probing fingers. Juice coated the tips.
"You're getting messy," Anna decided.
She reached over, pressed the button of the glove box, and retrieved one of several condoms. After tearing the wrapping between her front teeth she carelessly tossed the packet and rolled the protective layer over his swollen penis.
"I want you so bad," he whispered.
"This is nice too," she countered.
"Come on, lay back, there's plenty of room," he persisted.
It didn't take her long to figure out what he really wanted. "I'm not doing that! I'm a virgin."
"So am I."
"Except that I plan on remaining one for the time being." Her voice was beginning to turn angry. "If you can't handle this, then just take me home."
Not wanting to be left in his aroused condition, Dillon backed off. "I'm sorry. This is nice too," he added, using Anna's own words.
Despite his growing sexual frustration he fingered her clit fast and hard as she stroked his cock. They breathlessly panted as the steam on the windows thickened and perspiration surfaced on their skin. She was writhing wildly as orgasm approached. He wanted so badly to fuck Anna, and lamented his inability to convince her.
Both of her hands reached down and grasped his left wrist. She pulled it tightly against her pussy and thrust her hips forward, smashing her clit beneath his fingertips. Seconds later her luscious body stiffened in climax. Her voice loudly cried out as all of the sexual tension was released. She continued the frantic fucking motions upon his fingers as a flood of essence rushed her innocent canal.
Moments later she heavily sighed. "God, I needed that. It was nice, baby. How come you haven't cum yet? Usually you're first."
"I don't know." When he sounded aggravated Anna felt a little guilty for refusing him.
As both her hands resumed squeezing and stroking his cock, she tried explaining her position. "Look, it's different for a girl than for a guy. Please don't be like this; it'll spoil the entire evening for me."
"Can you try sucking on it?"
She looked at him, saw the hopeful grin, and briefly giggled. Her gaze shifted to the upright, latex-covered cock. "Well, I guess I can try it."
As Anna moved to a kneeling position on the floor he inched closer to the middle of the bench seat, extricating himself from behind the steering wheel. She looked at his swollen penis apprehensively. She'd never gone down on a guy before and was nervous. But it appeared harmless enough with the condom on.
As her left hand cupped and squeezed his balls, the right gripped the base of his penis. Her mouth hesitantly took in the couple of inches. Her tongue swirled over the bulbous head, feeling the warmth of it through the thin membrane. Her lips tightened around the throbbing hardness and began sliding up and down.
Dillon softly groaned. His hands cradled the back of her head as his hips started slight fucking motions. Even wearing a condom he felt good with her mouth on his cock. Anna's lips moved down and up, from the sensitized tip to the top of her right hand, sucking hard as she did. His leaking cum began accumulating in the latex reservoir as her sexual attention encouraged its flow.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked.
"You're doing fine, don't stop," he quickly responded.
Encouraged by his assurance, her mouth resumed its erotic activity. Anna's lips encircled him harder as they slid even faster. She could hear Dillon's breathing growing heavier and knew he was getting close. His hands drew her head further down as his hips pumped upward. Her tongue swirled around and around as tingling pressure filled his aching balls.
"Oh, yeah... So good," he moaned aloud as his cum began moving.
In the final seconds he delighted in the wondrous sensations radiating through his crotch.
"Uhhh!" he grunted as his body stiffened.
She felt the initial blast of cum as it struck the tip of the condom. She maintained the stimulation as Dillon continued to ejaculate. Three more times he twitched and groaned, squirting ribbons of semen that quickly filled the rubber. When his hands removed from her head, she pulled away and returned to the seat beside him.
"Was that good?" Anna questioned.
He was all smiles. "Yeah, of course it was. Come here."
Their lips met in a kiss.
After dropping her off at home Dillon returned to the car. Despite finagling a weak blowjob out of her, his frustration was still building.
Once seated behind the wheel he angrily slammed his hands on the top of the dash. "Damn it! Am I ever going to get laid? Everyone's doing it these days. What makes her cherry so special, anyway?"
2
"Frank! Is everything ready?" Jessica called brightly to her husband from where she stood at the front door. She was doing her best to sound relaxed and unworried. "If you like, I can take your bags out to the garage and put them in the car for you," she suggested.
"No. Leave it," her husband called from his den further down the hallway. His voice reached her in muffled tones. He must have been looking for something inside a closet.
"Are you sure? It's getting late and you'll miss your plane."
"Like I said, leave it. You know I can't stand anyone touching my things." Frank's voice was closer now, with a distinctly irritable edge.
With familiar dread, she heard his heavy footsteps and the jingle of coins as he made his way toward her, checking the contents of his pockets as he came.
"Thanks for the offer," he said, "but I can only be sure of things if I do them myself."
He paused and touched her forehead, planting a little kiss there as he turned to check the hall table.
"Now you won't forget to feed the dog, will you?" he queried.
Jessica sighed. He'd already asked several times that morning. Of course she wouldn't forget to feed the dog. Princess, their adopted black chow, would make sure she kept to her daily routine. Jessica was sure the animal was so smart it could read the time on the wall clock.
"And watch out for those kids looking for candy," Frank reminded her as he patted his pockets again, looking for his keys. "It's Halloween tomorrow, and you never know who'll come knocking at our front door."
"I have candy for them. I'm sure everything will be OK," sighed Jessica, fishing the keys from beneath his newspaper on the hall table and handing them to him.
"Would you like me to drive?" she suggested, trying to change the subject. "Then you can catch up on the stock market report along the way."
Forty-five minutes in a confined space with Frank was something to avoid if possible. It was far better to suggest an absorbing activity than to provide another opportunity for close questioning.
"What a good idea," smiled Frank on his way back to the kitchen for a last mouthful of ice water. He swilled it around in his mouth as if to remove a nasty taste. "But I'll back the car out of the drive for you," he called out.
At least she'd said something right. She had no concerns about who backed out of the drive as long as it could be done in a reasonably peaceful manner. She waited near his large travel bag, his carry-on and his lap-top lined up neatly in the hall.
Frank came back toward her, his arms wide in preparation for a big embrace.
"Last real hug before we say good bye," he said with a smile. "There's no need to see me off at the airport. Just drop me there and come on home."
"Oh? Change of plan?"
Jessica usually paid for parking and sat with Frank in the lounge until the last possible minute for boarding. Sometimes they were able to find a coffee shop but recently, with new security arrangements, the final thirty minutes or so before he passed through the barrier had turned into an opportunity for a small inquisition, an unwanted reminder of the written instructions he'd left for her at home.
Frank wrapped his arms round his wife and drew her close. He could feel her breathing into his shoulder and sensed the anxiety in the rise and fall of her breasts against his body.
"Hey! Honey! Nothing to worry about! I'm only going away for two weeks," he reassured her in soothing tones, stroking her dark curly hair with his broad, warm hand.
Held close in his strong embrace, Jessica was torn between emotions. For some reason she was yet to work out, when he held her like this she loved him so much that it hurt, but she feared him in similar measure when he stood a little further off and she could observe him more dispassionately, noting his anxieties, knowing his need for control.
Even though they'd occupied this house for only three weeks, she began to feel a familiar longing for him to be gone on this business trip, at the same time knowing the loneliness would set in a day or two after his departure. As a young company wife of twenty-eight, with six of those years living in new places with Frank, she was familiar with the plus and minus aspects of this kind of arrangement.
Frank pulled her closer and tucked his thigh between her legs. Jessica could feel his hardening cock pressing just below her hip. She could sense his arousal as he lowered his face to hers, and she could smell his skin - that beautiful natural man scent that had drawn her to him in the first place.
"Come on, Honey. You know I'll miss you like crazy." He tilted his head to one side and moved in for a deep kiss, opening his mouth and swallowing her lips.
Against her will, Jessica felt the heat rise in her body, her heart rate responding to his kisses, to the touch of his hand on her cheek, to the ever increasing pressure of his thigh on her pussy. As he moved his hand to a breast and brushed his fingers across the nipple, she knew he'd taken her almost to the point of no return.
Panting, she watched as he stepped back and undid the buttons and zipper on his pants, his hands moving boldly, his fingers deft. He spread his knees and pulled the two sides of the zipper apart.
"No!" she cried out. "You'll be late!"
"Never!" replied Frank. "Don't worry. I'll drive. Just take your panties off and make it easy for me, Hon."
He was yanking his pants lower over his ass. Wearing briefs today, he found it easy to plunge his hand inside and flip his engorged penis over the top of the elastic. Still at half mast, it fell heavily, a little to one side, and as Jessica wriggled out of her panties she saw it rise to a free-standing hardness. Frank watched her expression of amazement. He knew he had her full attention.
"We'll make a mess! There's no time for you to change," she argued as she undid the buttons on her blouse.
"Let me be the one to worry about that," Frank reassured her, stroking his length a couple of times, almost to check if it was really there. "Come here," he commanded.
Frank reached out for her and took her by the wrist. Sliding his other hand beneath her bra strap, he pulled it down her arm forcibly enough to reveal one breast. The nipple popped over the changing shape of the bra cup and he gave it a quick tug.
"Now this is one sexy wife I'm leaving!" he laughed. "Can't think why I stay with this job." He leaned down and drew the nipple into his mouth as he exposed the other breast with his hand. "Well," he said. "Not much time, as you say. We'd better get moving."
And move he did. Hoisting her little skirt high, he maneuvered his wife into the corner of the hallway behind the frosted glass panes of the front door, bending his knees so that she could balance on his thighs.
Only a few inches taller than she was, he found it easy to lift her up while she clung to his strong neck. Using Frank's thighs and shoulders for support, Jessica wrapped her legs round him while he busied himself with their physical connection. Frank was strong, and he made the whole thing look like a smooth production in spite of the energy they expended.
Freed of any need to hold his wife's slim body with his arms, Frank felt into her slit with his fingers. He heard her gasp with desire as he touched her clit and fingered its shaft. Doing it like this so near the front door and so close to a deadline was sure to make her hotter than ever. He knew her anxiety would carry her over the edge in record time.
Taking his hard cock in his hand, he swiped it along her slit, wetting his cock head and the surrounding parts of her entrance in one move.
He glanced at his watch. Countdown! It was time for the ship to dock.
"Say it for me, Hon!" he panted as he teased her opening. "Talk dirty to me! Hurry!"
"What? Now?" Jessica couldn't believe she was hearing this.
"Say it! You don't want me to miss that plane!"
"Frank... no! There's no time."
"Just say it!" Frank was hissing at her now.
"OK... Must I?"
"Yesss! Hurry!" Frank was holding his cock, stroking it a little and refusing to enter. He teased her clit with his fingers, and withdrew.
Above him Jessica panted, her pussy raging with want; she could smell his skin, hear his ragged breath. Hanging on tight, she felt him swipe his cock along her slit one more time but she wanted him to touch her clit for longer. She wanted him to plunge into her now.
So she said it - or some of it - hoping it would be enough.
"Ram me with your big cock. Baby! Sink it deep."
"More!" shouted Frank.
"Sink it so deep it gags me! Yes, till I feel it up my throat!"
"Where?" Frank had to have the whole routine.
"No!" Jessica cried out. "I won't say it, you bastard! Take me like I am or leave it! Miss the goddam plane!"
She felt Frank laugh as he threw back his head, his body trembling with excitement.
How Jessica hated that word he wanted. It was so demeaning in her opinion. But as she felt Frank shove his swollen cock through the gateway to her lava-hot depths, she knew she'd won that round and he was content with her win.
She sank down on him, filled to perfection, feeling him take her weight and lift her with his thrusts. With renewed interest, she began to tighten her pussy muscles, squeezing his length as it slid in and out, and as the heat increased and spread round her loins, she knew she was as close to orgasm as he was.
Frank pumped harder, breathing through his smile.
"Bitch! Whore!" he gasped. "My everlovin' home-whore! Fuck, I love you!"
Jessica knew his release was imminent. Frank began panting faster with each thrust. She closed her eyes and withdrew into herself, her body rocking with his, the internal heat generated by their union building to explosive proportions, the tension reaching the point where she was holding it in check, drawing her stomach muscles higher and higher, squeezing him tighter, waiting for something to give.
She felt him tense, ready to shoot his cum deep inside her, and in that moment she let herself go with him. The dog barked in the next room as they shouted into the void, their bodies tensing and jerking in a joint climax. Jessica shuddered with the tremors of their combined orgasmic forces.
As he pumped the last of his semen inside her, Jessica went limp, her body slumped against his, her vaginal pulses still lurching in spasms that didn't seem to want to stop, each one propelling her husband's slippery penis from her body.
He stepped back and withdrew his slackening member, catching it in his hand to avoid splashing his pants. With practiced hands, Jessica grabbed her pussy to stem the flow of juices as she slid down his thighs to the floor. Frank was already tucking himself back into his briefs and zipping up his trousers as his wife made a dash for the bathroom.
"No time to wash!" Frank called after her as she turned on the faucet. "I like you fresh-fucked!"
He stood by the open door and waited for her, his suit jacket over his arm.
3
It was late afternoon as Dillon pushed the mower out of the garage. After checking the oil and gas levels, he pulled the starter rope and began mowing the front yard. He looked good in the shorts and t-shirt he was wearing. Realizing he'd soon be sweaty, Dillon pulled the t-shirt off before getting started.
Just minutes later, across the street and two houses down, a woman emerged from her home. As Dillon finished the easterly sweep and turned the mower back to the west, he noticed the lithe older woman. She looked to be around thirty and was likewise wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Only she looked much better in them, he quickly decided. His eyes gawked at the new neighbor, captivated by the alluring sight.
If rumors were to be believed, she'd just moved in from Australia, of all places. Why anybody would move to a bland Southwestern town from such an exotic locale baffled his young mind. But he was rather glad that she had, for it gave him something beyond school to think about, and had already fueled more than one fantasy.
He kept looking with each western swath, admiring her bare slender legs and nice ass, thinking to himself how nice it was to have something to do as he labored. After the chore was done he pushed the mower back inside the garage, closed the door with the push of a button, and returned to the house.
He stepped up to the front window and saw that she was still busy gardening, planting white flowers into the large tubs that lined the front porch. Compelled by his desire for a better view, he quickly walked to his bedroom and retrieved a set of binoculars from his closet shelf. He fully opened the slatted shades and focused in.
"My, oh my," he whispered to himself as she moved, her front briefly facing him. "What a nice chest you have, and such impressive nipples."
He zoomed in even more, confident that his lewd peering was going unobserved. She was a very attractive woman, he decided, as she swept several stray strands of dark hair out of her face. Perspiration had formed on her upper brow, making it glisten.
"Who are you?" he wondered aloud.
Dillon felt something on his back and he jumped. "What the hell?"
Mark, his seven-year-old brother, laughed.
"What do you want, punk?" Dillon asked in an aggravated tone.
"Mom said you were going to take me to the store and help me pick out a Halloween costume for tomorrow."
By the time he refocused his attention on the neighbor, she'd already disappeared. He lowered the binoculars and sighed. "Yeah, I know. Come on, let's go."
4
'You must cultivate your own garden.'
Jessica kept the words pinned to her fridge with a white camellia magnet. Frank thought they meant 'keep busy at home while I'm away', but Jessica knew better.
Ever since she'd first heard this saying, Jessica had taken it to heart in more ways than one. Its philosophy confirmed itself over and over every time she waved Frank into the skies on another business trip, leaving her to spend time with herself - on herself - no questions asked.
As she stepped out of the shower onto the fluffy new tub rug and towelled herself dry, she looked in the bathroom mirror and checked the shape of her breasts, patting her tummy and taking up different admiring poses as she hummed a little tune in anticipation of a few pleasurable hours alone in the new garden.
Although the late October days were already cooling by evening, Jessica knew she could slip into her favorite old shorts and t-shirt and enjoy the warm sunshine for a while. She found the touch of the fabric arousing. The soft, familiar texture against her bare skin made her feel at home in a new place, reminding her of many pleasant times tending her own personal garden of delights no matter where she lived.
As she pulled on the tight shorts, feeling the seam separate her labia and sit comfortably up her ass, she recognized the familiar rush of warmth in her loins and wondered how long she'd last before she needed to take action. Her sensitive nipples were already tingling against the stretch material of her cotton tee, and she knew her excitement was building quickly.
Opening the front door to let Princess out, she stooped to gather up the tray of white petunias she'd bought at the plant nursery on the way home from the airport. The fluffy black chow, excited to be in the front yard, sniffed her way round her favorite shrubs.
The owners of the house had insisted on white as the only color for their garden. But at the time they'd had no idea what a picture their new tenant would make with her tan skin aglow and her shoulder length dark curls blowing lightly in the breeze, stepping through their front door and carrying the young plants, white with bloom, to the large tubs along the porch.
There were four tubs in all so Jessica distributed the tiny individual pots along the row, wiggling her hips as she walked, loving the friction of the thin material of those soft shorts as she placed the flowers in position and then stepped back to admire their potential. In their protected position, they'd be good for at least a month before the weather became too cold.
Apart from the young guy across the way mowing his front lawn, she was in a world of her own as she took up her digging tools and began work on the first tub, bending low over the freshly turned potting mix, all the while intensely aware of the searing heat building between her ass cheeks and along her swelling labia.
Trying to prolong the tension, Jessica was pleased when the sound of the mower stopped and she could finally hear one of her favorite rock songs playing on the radio indoors. As she separated each plant with her fingers and bent over the tub to place it in the soil, she wiggled her ass in time to the music, humming along and enjoying the fall of her breasts and the bounce of her hardening nipples against the stretchy fabric of her t-shirt.
Caught in the moment, she was suddenly aware of the young guy packing up the mower. She sent a secret look in his direction, admiring his naked torso as he prepared to push the machine down the side path. Knowing he was there somehow added to the thrill of the occasion. She felt very naughty indulging in self-pleasure in full view of the street.
Rather self-consciously, Jessica continued her little dance. Each time she moved, the seam of her shorts pulled tighter over her protruding clit, and she began to feel an unavoidable compulsion to brush both nipples with the backs of her hands - to tease them a little, secretly, out there in the front garden.
"Ah!" she thought airily as she felt the burning tingle from the tip of each nipple arrived at her pussy. "I'll do it with flowers next time."
The thought made her smile, so she took up two of the young flowering petunias and held them to each breast, rolling each hard nipple beneath the heels of her hands, her body bobbing in time to the music. The action captured her imagination and she began to breathe more heavily.
Quite suddenly, she let out a gasp of embarrassment and dropped the plants. Pretending to pick them up, she ground her wrist against her pussy with an urgency that surprised her. She'd almost gone too far, and in the front garden, too. As if she'd just heard the phone, she made a dash for the front door. The slam could be heard along the street.
Behind the door once more that day, she thrust her fist against her pussy on the outside of her shorts, grinding her knuckle hard against her rigid clit. Her desperate touch produced pulses so strong they brought her to her knees and forced tears from her eyes.
5
Dillon guided his brother Mark down the sidewalk. While Dillon was dressed in jeans and a dark red t-shirt, Mark was wearing his Spiderman outfit they'd bought the day before. Others were also out trick-or-treating, but the groups were smaller compared to when Dillon was younger. Although Halloween was still a festive time, not as many kids went door to door.
After walking Mark up to a front door, he let his younger brother ring the bell and gather the treats. Once the traditional transaction was completed they approached the next house. Dillon grew a little nervous when he realized it was the house across the street and two down from his own where the cute Australian woman lived.
He'd seen her outside several times gardening, and yesterday he'd homed in on her nipples with his binoculars, but he'd never been up close. He silently wondered if she'd look as pretty in person.
Dillon heard a faint 'ding-dong' sound as his brother pressed the illuminated white plastic button. A few moments later the door opened. He wasn't sure what to expect, but what he saw was quite surprising. The woman's face was every bit as pretty as he'd thought, and she did have an impressive, shapely body.
The woman was dressed in shorts and a white pullover t-shirt that hugged her sizeable bosom. Dillon's eyes briefly surveyed the swells of her breasts and immediately noticed the dark circular outlines of her nipples and areolas. Her face was streaked with perspiration, and flecks of what appeared to be insulation of some type clung to the sweaty skin. She was holding a bright red pipe wrench in one hand.
Jessica appeared both surprised and confused upon seeing the two of them standing in her doorway. She didn't notice the wet spot on the left side of her chest which had rendered it practically transparent. Dillon saw and gazed at the visible front part of a breast, the light brown dimpled areola, and the impressive nipple shaft.
"Trick or treat!" Mark announced while holding out a plastic bag in anticipation.
"Oh my!" she gasped. "Is it that time already?"
Dillon felt embarrassed. "It is a little early yet, but my mom didn't want the rug rat out too late." He glanced down the street. "There's others coming as well."
"I guess I lost track of time," she quickly explained. "There's a leak in the kitchen and..."
He picked up after her voice trailed off. "You picked a perfect time. You can tell them it's your costume. It's quite bewitching."
Jessica smiled and gave a brief laugh, unaware of just how bewitching she looked in her semi-transparent top. "That's true, I hadn't thought of that. Have we met?"
He nodded his head from side to side. "Not really, but we've seen each other. I live across the street and two houses down. I've seen you gardening when I'm mowing the yard."
She acknowledged him with a nod of her head. "Yes, that must be it. I noticed you... was it yesterday? I'm Jessica, by the way."
Jessica switched the wrench to her other hand and extended her right hand in greeting. Dillon shook it, noting the softness of her fingers. They briefly looked into each other's eyes and he immediately liked the woman. There was something about her that struck him the right way.
"Trick or treat!" Mark impatiently repeated.
Jessica momentarily disappeared and returned with a large candy bowl. She bent down and held it out, allowing Mark to select what he wanted.
"One piece, Mark, leave some for the others," Dillon reminded his younger sibling.
Jessica winked and whispered, "You can take two."
Mark looked up at Dillon, smiled defiantly, and grabbed two miniature candy bars. "Thank you!"
After straightening up she smiled. "It was nice meeting you, Dillon."
"Yeah, it was nice meeting you too," Dillon quickly responded. "Look, I'm not a plumber. It's just me, my brother, and my mom, so I do most of what needs to be done around the house. I can stop by after Mark is finished and help if you'd like."
"Yes, I'd like that, if it wouldn't be too much trouble," she readily agreed.
Dillon grinned. "I'll see you shortly."
6
As she shut the door Jessica felt weak at the knees, almost like a teenager in love. Making her way back to the kitchen with the wrench, she couldn't disguise the smile that lifted the corners of her mouth and raised her spirits. What a lovely prospect! A handsome young guy coming into her home!
There was something about that front door, too. She knew that Halloween would bring visitors, but lately it seemed like 'Open Sesame' to all kinds of erotic delights, even if many of them were the result of her own imaginings.
"Dillon... Dillon..." she said to herself as she took another sip of the red wine she'd poured earlier to simplify the plumbing problem and lubricate her thoughts. She leaned back on the kitchen counter, forgetting the leak under the sink for a while.
What a hot young guy! She did enjoy looking at guys when Frank wasn't around, and this one was so young and so delicious, and he'd be here in her house very soon. She could observe him at close quarters - on his knees with his head inside the cabinet, his ass in the air. She could make bright conversation and perhaps try a naughty little innuendo now and then. Frank would be so jealous if he knew. Later in the evening while she watched television with the dog, she'd have real memories to fuel the fires of her imagination and heat her pussy for a nice little session with herself.
In spite of her love-hate relationship with Frank, Jessica had never had an affair with anyone else, preferring to stay safe from his questioning and merely observe sexy men, constructing romances about them in her mind. Even with her husband at home in the house, she could indulge in this activity. All she had to do was shut her eyes to bring on the man of the moment. Frank just thought she was acting dreamy and happy.
"So, his name is Dillon," she said to herself, busily setting up a new fantasy in her mind. "Young spunk plumber investigates..." Already she could see the movie review, its heading in large print. "Investigates her plumbing, more like it," Jessica laughed, but her chest swelled with pleasure at the imagined conquest.
Looking down as she thrust out her breasts, she realized why Dillon had been ogling them. The wet side of her t-shirt was almost transparent and clinging to her erect nipple. If only she'd known at the time! Clearly she'd missed an opportunity for an erotic experience. Groaning aloud with disappointment, she was tempted to add to the effect and wet the other side too, but she knew this would look like a try-hard effort, a sure recipe for disaster.
She looked at her watch. If she was quick, she could get herself through the shower and into some fresh clothes, ready for her young helper when he arrived. She could let him through her front door and into her arms as he dropped his tool kit in uncontrollable lust, taking her luscious body in his embrace and raining kisses upon her... her...
She couldn't finish the idea. The mere thought made her breathless. Kisses. She missed those.
The trouble with Frank was simple. He was sexy and good for a hard fuck, but he was not in the least romantic. His games of control often left her weak and helpless, frustrated by his need for power, and unfulfilled by his lack of empathy. He even retained control over the mail, not allowing her to open any of it until he returned.
The mail! There was something there she needed to examine...
Buoyed by the promise of having a young guy in her house for the evening, she turned her attention to the small pile of mail she knew was building on the desk in Frank's den.
One of those letters had bothered her for days and Frank hadn't opened it, even though he'd been home at the time. The letter remained in a prominent place on the desk, and Jessica had been watching it with interest, especially since her husband's departure.
It was from a hotel in a place nowhere near any of Frank's destinations, so it had to arouse her curiosity. Not for the first time did the thought of him having an affair cross her mind. With this letter in the house, she felt she was close to holding the proof in her hands. Perhaps he'd even left it for her to find.
"What the heck!" she exclaimed, still caught up in a frivolous mood. "If he's up to something and he's left it all there in that envelope, then I'm anybody's!" And she walked toward the den, full of reckless bravado, her heart beating fast as she confronted the unknown.
Fifteen minutes later she was shedding her last tear in the shower. As warm water poured over her head, she said goodbye to the sham that had been her marriage, and opened her mind to a new life - without Frank.
After she'd dried herself on a fluffy towel and was bending over to submit her wet hair to the heat of the dryer, she felt the blood rush behind her eyes, increasing the heady feeling already there from the wine and the hot shower. Breathing hard, she knew that having a good cry was one way to eliminate all feelings of regret. As she moved into an upright position with her hair still over her face, the feeling of release was almost orgasmic.
With her hair newly dried and full of bounce and her mood light once more, she walked naked into the kitchen to find clean panties, shorts and a t-shirt among the clothes folded in the laundry basket. She paused on the way and took another sip of wine from the glass on the counter.
Just as she was stepping into her shorts, the doorbell rang.
Grabbing the t-shirt, she made her way toward the front door. There she stopped.
She was sure her unsuspecting young neighbor was on the other side, just feet away, so close to where she stood in the hallway, semi-naked and ready for him. Jessica realized how excited she was, her bare breasts rising and falling with each breath. The hall light was on so she guessed he'd be able to see her blurred figure through the frosted glass and notice her naked skin - even the darker shapes of her nipples.
The doorbell sounded again and Jessica jumped at the 'ding-dong' so close to her ear. Quickly she pulled the t-shirt over her head and thrust her arms through the sleeves. She was still tugging it down as she opened the door.
7
Dillon had been nervous and feeling a little shaky as he crossed the quiet street and walked two houses down. The younger trick-or-treaters were mostly gone, replaced by an older crowd of teenagers flocking from door to door in clusters, many of them not even dressed up for the holiday. He'd noticed Jessica had turned off the outside light, a recognized if oft-ignored sign that she was no longer handing out candy.
He'd taken a deep breath before pushing the doorbell and then he'd waited, worried that perhaps she wasn't home. He tried again and the door opened a few moments later.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not..." she started until she was sure who the visitor was. "Oh, Dillon! Hi."
Jessica looked flustered. Her white t-shirt and shorts looked crumpled somehow, and her shoulder length dark hair looked a riot of curls. She raised a hand to tame a stray tendril.
"Is this a bad time?"
She sighed, covering her excitement for the moment. "Actually your timing is perfect. I could use a man's strength right now, if you're not opposed to getting a little dirty."
Dillon smiled when hearing the word 'dirty', because that was exactly what he wanted to get, but not in the way she intended. "That's why I'm here, right?"
She invited him into the kitchen and pointed to the sink. Two cabinet doors were open, allowing access to the plumbing beneath. Cleaning bottles, sponges, and green scrubbing pads were sitting on the white Formica counter to the left of the double sink.
"This is what I've been fighting all evening. My husband would've fixed it, but he didn't know it was there. Now he's away on business. Get down and I'll show you."
They both lowered to their hands and knees and poked their heads inside an open door. The wallboard in back was soaked and falling apart where the white plastic pipes passed through the wall. The damaged area was hemorrhaging blown-in insulation, which clung to the wet bottom of the cabinet and everything coming into contact with it.
"It was leaking here," she explained while pointing just above the shutoff valve for the cold water. "I can't seem to get it tight enough to stop the leak. Maybe you can."
He started to pull off his shirt and then stopped. "Do you mind?"
She smiled. "No, not all."
Jessica watched as he removed the shirt, quickly folded it, and placed it on the counter. She watched him move, admiring his muscular arms and shoulders as she imagined being held within their embrace. The fleeting thought was gone as quickly as it appeared. Somehow, the reality of his presence seemed so different to her fantasies, and she wanted to make him feel comfortable in her home, not threatened by the erotic imaginings of an older woman he hardly knew.
Dillon crawled inside and rested on his stomach while slowly opening the valve. After watching a stream of water escape, he closed it again and confirmed her assessment.
Jessica grinned as she crouched down closer to him. "You didn't believe me, did you? You just had to see it with your own two eyes!"
He turned defensive. After straightening up he explained, "I just needed to see how much was leaking. Tightening the connection isn't the answer. I'll need to pull it apart to see what's wrong."
A guilty look appeared on her face. "I'm so sorry. Please don't get angry with me. I'm just used to my husband... Never mind."
There was more to her guilt than just making Dillon angry. Crouched down near him in this way, she was physically closer to another man than her husband ever allowed. The nearness was making her feel quite giddy.
Dillon's irritation melted away. "That's okay, I understand. He's gone a lot, isn't he."
Jessica noticed his words formed a statement, not a question. Reminded of her tears in the shower, she didn't want to load her troubles onto her young neighbor.
"Yes, he is," she laughed. "But I don't think I'd want him around more than he is already. We'd probably end up killing each other."
Dillon smiled, loosened a nut and backed it off the threads of the valve.
A few moments elapsed as he lay on his back and examined the connections above him, giving Jessica time to look at the young man down there, so full of sexual potential and so close at this moment. Her husband had been like that once - fit and young and vibrant, and she recalled those times with pleasure.
With Frank she'd been blissfully happy for a time, but her life had grown less comfortable as he'd become more possessive. And there was the letter; her husband's willingness to leave proof of an infidelity could have been anything - a game of control or a message predicting the end of their marriage. The man was like that.
Right now, without her husband in the house, she couldn't help noticing that life was becoming a little more exciting as she took in the view of her helpful neighbor. He was concentrating on the underside of the sink, giving her a perfect opportunity to admire the way his thigh muscles strained against the denim of his jeans as he bent one knee. If she wasn't mistaken, there seemed to be a nice bulge going under the zipper. Her eyes lingered there as she pondered the possibilities.
"Can I show you something?"
"Sure," she responded, trying to make light of her naughty thoughts as he brought her back to reality.
Dillon was still on his back looking up at the problem as Jessica got down on her hands and knees, straddling his leg as she supported her body above his. She poked her head through the open cabinet door as her breasts settled against his bare chest and she looked up.
He tried not to notice as his heart began racing with excitement. The t-shirt she had on was thin, and he could feel the soft warmth of the swells and the hardness of her nipples upon his skin. Dillon's face turned hot and his cock began to surge with sexual energy.
Jessica hadn't meant to rub herself on the cute neighborhood guy, but thought it best to act as if nothing happened. If she gasped and suddenly pulled away, they'd both end up getting embarrassed. So she pretended not to notice, even as her nipples swelled and her pussy began tingling with the stirrings of arousal. It had been awhile since she'd experienced such an intense sexual attraction for another man.
Neither one of them was in any rush to make a reason to move. The unlikely pair hesitated, enjoying the awkward yet enjoyable position they'd found themselves in.
"This is upside down," he pointed out before taking the gasket off, flipping it over, and reinstalling.
"Now I feel stupid," she admitted, holding her pose. "I could have sworn I put it back the same way."
His comment made her think. The leak certainly wasn't there the day before.
Dillon looked up at her. That was when he realized he could see down the neckline of her shirt. It provided a pretty good view of her cleavage and a teasing glimpse of her breasts. He couldn't keep from looking, and he was sure she saw him taking full advantage of the opportunity. After a few seconds he shifted his gaze to her eyes. Jessica smiled warmly, maybe even... invitingly?
"It's, uh... It's an easy mistake to make," he stammered while trying to recover. "Can you hand me the smaller wrench, please?"
She reached her left hand down, reaching for the wrench. On the way, her fingers accidentally pressed against the crotch of his pants. Jessica could feel the outline of his partially erect cock. His entire body twitched in shock from the unexpected contact.
"Oh, sorry," she apologized.
Dillon swallowed hard. "No, it's... It's, uh... It's okay, I didn't mind."
He mentally scolded himself upon realizing what he'd just said. She shifted her body while reaching for the wrench again. Dillon felt a knee pushing into his crotch, teasing his hardening organ.
"Here it is," she offered, placing the tool beside his head. "Sorry, it's a tight fit in here. Thanks for showing me what I did wrong."
"Your knee..."
"Oh, sorry once more," Jessica apologized as she moved again, this time straddling his waist instead. She could feel her pussy against his belt.
The doorbell sounded. She jumped, raising up and hitting the top of her head with a loud thumping noise.
"Ouch! If it's more kids, I'm not here." She nearly swore at the dull ache that surged behind her eyes.
Dillon immediately reacted to her pain. "Are you okay?"
Jessica began laughing and leaned her body on top of his, placing her head on his upper chest. After a moment Dillon joined in. As the laughter slowed she looked first into his eyes and then at his mouth, suddenly overcome by a desire to take it further, to make love with this young visitor, to seduce him.
She hesitated, her head spinning, knowing how close she was to making the wrong move or the right one. She wanted so much to act on a wild notion, but something held her back. Just because her husband was unfaithful didn't mean that she had to behave the same way.
Dillon sensed a desperate hunger in her gaze, which emboldened him. He leaned up and kissed her soft lips. When she didn't kiss him back, he withdrew.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I just did that," he said apologetically.
She smiled. "Because you wanted to?" She paused, feeling a little awkward. "Look, I'm interrupting a man at work here. I'll let you finish."
Jessica backed out of the cabinet and stood, rubbing her head. Feeling a little dizzy, she stepped right out of his way and leaned against the stove across the room, watching as her neighbor finished the repair and turned the water back on.
As he did she silently wondered why she was so eager to seduce him. Was she lonely, or had she grown completely unhappy with her current life? Had she tired of her husband's endless games? Even the wrongly fitted gasket could be one of his little tricks. The idea made her gasp with disbelief. It was all so confusing.
After making a final inspection Dillon backed out of the cabinet and stood, moving from one foot to the other. When he reached for his shirt she stopped him.
"Please don't."
Dillon looked over at her standing there. He couldn't help but look at the swells of her breasts as they shifted up and down with each heavy breath she took. The nipples were hard as they pressed against the thin cotton fabric. His cock stiffened more; the bulge was now obvious, but he didn't care. Dillon made no effort to hide his growing arousal.
In those few moments of awkward silence Jessica knew she wanted him. She wanted raw, passionate sex without the games. Her eyes admired his handsome face and young, strong, semi-naked body. She was desperate to have his arms around her, his swollen manhood driving deeply into her unappreciated pussy. The thought had her juices flowing in anticipation.
He didn't know how long they stood there before he hurried across the room and pulled her lithe, slender body into his arms. Their lips met and tongues immediately extended. The wet muscles entwined in deep, passionate kisses. After a few moments he lifted the bottom of her shirt and began squeezing on her firm, soft boobs. As he fondled them she moaned into his mouth and pressed a hand against his hardened prick.
The mood turned frantic. They both knew what each wanted, and couldn't get it fast enough. Jessica's fingers fumbled with his pants, trying to get them unfastened and the zipper down. Dillon pulled her top off and tossed it aside, pushing her body back against the stove as his hands began squeezing her breasts harder. He bent down, attaching his lips to a swollen nipple.
Her frustrated gasps sounded as she struggled to get to his cock. Finally his clothing gave way and she pushed both hands underneath the front of his underpants, fingers closing around his pulsating shaft and scrotum. He felt so good! Her fingers relished the youthful strength of his anxiously throbbing penis.
His hands reached for her shorts, but when he didn't move fast enough to suit her, Jessica pushed his fingers away and quickly loosened them herself. He bent over and pulled the shorts and panties down her shapely legs and off her feet. She hopped up onto the smooth glass stovetop and her legs immediately spread far apart. She pulled his body forward until his cock was pressing against her juicy pussy.
"Fuck me!" she desperately pleaded. "Oh please, fuck my cunt!"
Jessica found herself saying the word she'd refused to say to her husband only the day before. She wanted Dillon to do it, to fuck her cunt. She wanted to say it to him. A young guy with that kind of equipment would surely want to follow his natural instincts. Her pussy was desperate to take him inside.
He hesitated. Dillon's inexperience showed when he wasn't quite sure what to do with what he had.
"It's okay," she whispered, slowing her advances upon realizing he was a virgin. "Follow me. I'll show you the way. Watch me now."
Dillon's eyes followed her gaze as it lowered to her pussy.
Jessica used the fingers of her left hand to spread the outer lips, exposing the glistening pink slit. He looked down and saw the opening beckoning. Her right hand tightened around his cock and guided it to the orifice. Once he began pushing, his cock penetrated. She wrapped her legs around his waist and reached her hands down the back of his pants, grabbing both ass cheeks as she pulled him forward.
Jessica closed her eyes as she felt his hot length slipping deeper inside, filling her up, reaching high into her body. It made her tremble with pleasure, and she shuddered a little as her labia touched the base of his cock.
"Oh God, yes! That is so good," she congratulated him with a smile. Then she looked at him. "Now you can fuck me, Dillon!"
Dillon needed no further invitation. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting. His cock slid deeply inside her hot, wet pussy. A surprised expression appeared on his face as he experienced the joyous wonder of a woman's sex wrapped around his swollen shaft. Her hands and legs pulled him forward. Dillon's throbbing hardness burrowed deeper until her body consumed his full length.
"Ahh! Ahhh!" he softly groaned as he began fucking her luscious older body.
"Oh yes!" Jessica moaned aloud as her awakened form shuddered in pleasure. "You feel so good." She wanted him to know the special, shared pleasure of his first time; to know that he was giving as much pleasure as he was receiving.
And Jessica was feeling good too. Her full breasts were bouncing and her pussy, swollen with its own juices and filled with his hard, hot cock, was aroused to the point where she wanted to give herself to him fully. She had reached the point where she wanted to relax as he pumped her steadily, to feel the increasing tension as she approached the moment when there was no way back, only a thrusting forward into a place that remained a new paradise no matter how many times she'd been there before.
Their active bodies quickly overheated and beads of perspiration formed on their skin. They were both panting as he moved his cock within her wondrous depths, feeling wet heat surrounding his pulsing organ. Tingling pressure filled his balls as his excitement continued to build. He closed his eyes and focused on the delightful sensations as he fucked a woman for his very first time.
"Harder!" she pleaded in a desperate whisper. "Ram your cock into me!"
He began thrusting with all the strength he possessed. The front of the stove lifted up off the floor with each powerful forward thrust, and noisily slammed back down onto the tile floor with a noticeable vibration. Her juice was flowing, coating his driving cock and dripping from the quivering petals of her inner labia. Jessica clung to him with hands and legs, encouraging his frantic movements. She could feel her excitement intensifying with each hammer-like penetration as he filled and refilled her leaking pussy.
"Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" she gasped, her voice weak as she felt an orgasm approaching. "Don't stop! Keep fucking! Ohhh..."
Jessica's body stiffened. She pulled him tightly against her as she began desperately grinding her crotch against his hardness while her loins were filled with the tingling pleasure of an imminent orgasm that held her on the brink for what seemed an age. Then it hit her. As she climaxed, her sweaty, juice-soaked body convulsed in powerful spasms of ecstasy and her pussy tightly gripped his shaft, squeezing on the throbbing shaft with every pulse.
The grinding of her pussy felt so good to him as essence flooded the canal and moved around his penis. Dillon sensed his own impending orgasm as tingling pressure surged in his lower belly. His scrotum pulled up to the base of his juice-soaked shaft as his semen began its unavoidable rise.
Jessica relaxed once the climax faded, and noticed that he looked about ready to blow his load. She smiled and whispered her encouragement, tightening her muscles around his hardness several times to bring him on, milking his cock with her movements.
"Come in me, Dillon. Come on, sweetie, give me all you got."
Breathing heavily, he pumped her a few more times before his body tensed. With a loud grunting sound his cock twitched several times, simultaneously ejaculating a powerful stream of cum deeply into her womb. His hips kept driving forward as several more ribbons of seed were injected. After several wonderful seconds the twitching ceased and his flexed muscles relaxed.
"Stay inside me for a while," she whispered in his ear, holding her naked body close to his, and then she looked into his eyes.
Jessica could see the look of surprise and wonder following his first climax inside a woman. His lips formed a wide grin of satisfaction. She pulled her hands out of the back of his pants and gently cupped his face. Her face tilted to one side as she pressed her lips to his, her tongue pushing into his mouth. The kissing was slow, wet, and gentle as their muscles lazily explored.
Dillon's hands released her hips and cupped both of her breasts. He squeezed on the soft swells and teasingly rubbed the hardened tips. Jessica moaned into his mouth as the kissing and touching continued for several minutes.
The ringing of the doorbell again made them both jump. He felt his withering cock being pushed from her at the same time, bringing the special moment to an end.
"You're welcome to stay if you'd like," she announced in an inviting tone as she slid her sore, stiff body off the stove. "We can sit on the couch and play around some more, or go into the bedroom."
He glanced up at the kitchen clock while closing up his pants. "I'd like to but it's getting late and my mom... She gets worried about me."
She watched as he reclaimed his shirt and put it back on. He bent down to start picking up the tools.
"Leave it," Jessica told him. "I'll get that cleaned up. I'd show you out, but... Hell, why not? I can turn off the hall light."
They both grinned at her nudity. Dillon grew nervous as he didn't quite know what to say. It was an awkward time for him.
"Goodnight, Jessica."
"No need to be a stranger," she said reassuringly as she took his arm and led him down the dark hallway.
She opened the door to the darkness, keeping out of sight behind the frosted glass panes.
"Goodnight, Dillon," she smiled, pressing her hand on his. "And thanks. Thanks for a perfect Halloween. We were both in the right place for trick-or-treat this year."
On his short walk home Dillon looked up at the bright full moon. It almost looked like it was smiling down at him while winking. He could almost feel the magic of Halloween in the evening air.