I met my neighbor Betty the first day I moved into my house.
She had been taking a walk and her curiosity brought her to my front door late one evening because I had been doing some prep work for my imminent move in. She was younger than I. I looked her over without showing how I’d instantly been attracted to her and figured maybe ten years set us apart. No matter, I was smitten. She had a bright smile, short pretty blond hair, and a compact athletic body. She donned pure white sneakers and pretty ankle socks and shorts that showed off her toned legs.
She introduced herself and mentioned she had just moved in ten months before with her new husband.
My smile must have inverted. I wondered if it was obvious.
I offered her a drink. By drink, I meant wine, or a beer. She kindly refused and mentioned bringing her husband over one day to meet, and we could celebrate our new neighbor status. She said good night and sprung out the door. Hmmmm, I just got a glimpse of perky bliss. I shook my head and went back to work, not giving it a second thought.
That is, until she appeared in my dream that very evening.
In my dream, she accepted my drink offer, and we casually sat on unpacked boxes. Her legs were shiny and glowing from her walk and her t-shirt clung to some pretty, perfectly proportioned breasts. Her smile melted my heart every time she flashed her perfect teeth. I asked how long she had been married, and she said, less than a year, this was their first house. I stood without thinking and walked to her, standing close enough to experience her pleasant scent, which has become unique to her since. It became my trigger; that scent made me crazy, made my loins quiver and my heart race.
The dream abruptly and disappointingly ended as I woke up staring at the ceiling. Reaching down, my erection was prominently displayed as I slept nude during that warm summer night. That was the first time I thought about her and pleasured myself. I felt thick and hard in my hand and my stroking began low, close to my balls and my hand covered my seven inches, gliding over every vein and my slight curve.
I saw her face at first, but I quickly began to envision all of her, nude. I thought about her ass, her hips, her breasts and kissing her perfect mouth. My pace quickened and within minutes, my edging became an uncontrollable urge to explode. I lowered my shaft, pointing it to my chest, and covered my stomach and chest with several streams of warm and thick cum. I lay in the soft moonlight and all I could think about was Betty.
Several days passed before I saw her again, but this time she had her new husband with her, introducing me to him.
“I’m Frank,” he said as I scowled in my thoughts to this guy who had Betty for himself. Sadly, I actually liked him. I didn’t want to, but he had a certain charm.
Betty, looking so pretty behind him, simply smiling at me. If only she knew what went through my head the last time we saw each other. And there it was, again, her mesmerizing, sweet scent.
Feeling that urge again, I excused myself and went off to hide the bulge in my shorts. I did hear him chuckle as I left. Had he noticed? Did he care? Was he proud of what his Betty was able to do to me, simply by smelling her?
That night, I slept restlessly. I tossed, turned, and filled my head with thoughts of having her, over and over again. I must have drifted off to sleep, finally. In a dreamy state, I saw her before me, standing at the foot of my bed, smiling with her perfect smile, in her shorts and a T-shirt. Her pretty feet in sandals. I motioned to her to sit with me without saying a word.
Without hesitation, she sat next to me, my nude body next to hers. I kissed her cheek, following up along the nape of her neck to her ear and kissed it. Her face turned for our lips to meet, she was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of her. My hand ran through the back of her head as I pulled her face closer to mine to kiss her mouth, deeply, passionately. My hand roamed under her t-shirt and found her braless, and her tit surprisingly filled my large hand. And I felt her nipples grow beneath my fingertips.
Without our lips parting, I lowered her down and positioned myself on top of her. The bedroom was warm, with the only relief from a slightly opened window casting a bit of breeze along my back. Her legs parted, and I quickly reached between to feel her like a high school first-year student. Her pussy was tender, small, tight, and she arched her back with every finger I slid inside her.
I pulled her shorts off to have her completely free for me to enjoy her. My mouth and tongue caressed every nuance of her, her pussy was amazing. How could it not be, I asked myself.
I felt a ping of guilt. I backed off her and said, “But I just met your husband?!”
She lay still, waiting for me to continue. Her silence was her approval. I lowered myself again, and I slid my thick, throbbing cock towards her entrance. She quivered. I delayed as long as I could to enter her, but once I began, I was committed to fucking my Betty.
I must have repeated over and over again, “Tell me to stop, because I can’t.” She never asked me to stop as I pushed deeper into her, her legs open, wide, and my hands reached under her to pull her ass tighter to my body as I began to pound her. She moaned, arched, and turned her head to one side, her eyes closed and her mouth open. We were simply fucking; I was in heaven. She was what I imagined her to be, and I knew I was connecting with her.
Before long, my cock was buried deep inside her, and my urge to climax had come. She knew it but did not back off. I was stunned, she was young and fertile. Did she want me to plant my seed inside her?
There is a moment when your brain tells you the right thing to do is pull out, and I felt the need to protect her from my ravaging of her body. I pulled out and came all over her stomach and tits. Reaching as high as her neck, my stream of milk flooded her as she felt the warm liquid running over her. I lowered myself to lick her where my cock had just been, tasting her sweet juices. This sent her over the top and although our fucking hadn’t made her climax, my large tongue had deep swirling penetrations. She moaned and heaved herself across the bed until she slowly came back under control. She even came beautifully! I lay back next to her and the dream was over.
I woke and thought about her. How could I look at her now and not give away my lust for her? I decided to keep my distance from her and avoid being outside when I knew she would see me. The dream did not return.
I was disappointed it hadn’t.
I finally ran into Betty. She was pulling into her driveway, close to my yard, and she stepped out of her car and innocently smiled at me. I smiled back and thought, if only she knew.
She turned to walk into her house, and as I turned towards mine, I heard her clear her throat to ask me as I turned back to her, “So why didn’t you finish inside me?”