Wednesday, 15 June 2016

NEIGHBOUR SLUT

My neighbor is a hot little number. When she moved into 
the townhouse directly across from ours, my wife 
immediately disliked her. Not that my wife is a prude. 
She's in her early thirties, and quite a dish herself. 
At 5'6", with a slender hard body and short jet black 
hair, Sharon turns her fair share of heads, although 
she claims that she doesn't notice it. 

But Dora across the way from us, is a hot Mexican slut 
and she knows it. She's a little shorter than my wife, 
but so much more curvaceous, with pouty dick sucking 
lips and tits that need to be kneaded. This is the kind 
of chick that dresses to be undressed by the eyes of 
every man at the mall. 

It all started last weekend, when I was out on the 
deck, cleaning off the patio furniture. I heard some 
movement from her deck, so I stood straight up as if to 
stretch, and glimpsed over the fence. I saw her lying 
on a towel, with a skimpy bikini bunched around ass, 
pulled up over her cheeks. Her top was completely off. 

I quickly bent back down to work, so she wouldn't know 
that I was peeping over the fence. I'm not sure if she 
saw me looking or not, or for that matter, if my wife 
saw me, because at that moment, she called me from the 
kitchen window just above the deck, where she could see 
into both yards. 

When I went into the house, Sharon claimed she wanted 
help opening a jar, or some nonsense, but I'm pretty 
sure she just wanted me inside, away from the hussy. 
From inside, I could easily see into her yard as I 
removed the loose lid from a jar, and she was nowhere 
to be seen. 

The last glimpse I got of her that day was directly at 
eye level, from her own kitchen directly across from 
ours. Dora was wrapped in her towel just above her 
nipples, so her cleavage was bulging. She gave me a 
mischievous look, like I was school boy caught with a 
Playboy, and turned to walk away. I think I turned red, 
just as I remember that my wife was standing right next 
to me and could see her too. 

I pretended that nothing had happened, and Sharon 
didn't say anything either, as she shut the blinds. 
Even though she didn't say anything, I was thinking 
that she should loosen up a bit. But, I guess time 
would tell that maybe women know a little more about 
these slutty neighbors than we know. 

***

The next Saturday was another cleaning day. My wife was 
in the kitchen, and I was in the garage. It was a hot 
sunny day, so I had the garage door open. As I was 
fiddling with something on my wife's car, I saw Dora 
walk by, evidently coming back from the pool. She was 
wet, in an even skimpier bikini, with a transparent 
scarf wrapped around her shapely waste. Her nipples 
looked like they were about to bust out of the edge of 
her top. 

She stopped and turned to me, just as I realized that I 
had been staring. I thought she was going to bust me or 
something, but I guess she had something else on her 
mind. 

"Hi neighbor," she said with a saucy little accent. 
"Whatcha doing?" 

"Oh, just cleaning this, uh, thing here." Was I a 
babbling fool or what? 

She stepped into the garage, as if to look closer at 
what I was doing. "Wow, you're pretty handy. I sure do 
miss having a handy man around." I was dumbfounded. 
"Maybe you could help me out sometime, with some 
handiwork." 

I stammered, "Gee, uh, I don't know..." Then she quite 
intentionally dropped her keys on the floor. 

"Oops, see how clumsy I am? Why, someone as clumsy as 
me gets awfully lonely without a handyman to fix things 
up." And she slowly bent down to pick up the keys, with 
her tits practically falling out of her top. 

I was getting hard, and it was pretty obvious with my 
shorts. After she picked up her keys, she looked up and 
was face level with my tented shorts. "Wow, you sure 
are handy". 

At that point, Dora dropped all pretenses and put her 
hand on my raging pole. I started to protest, but then 
I decided it would be better to go at this quietly, 
with my wife just upstairs. 

After caressing me through my shorts, she pulled them 
down, freeing my throbbing cock as it started to get 
hard. She touched the head with her pouty lips, before 
going at it. Pretty soon she was sucking and licking my 
balls like a porn queen. I grabbed her head and started 
to fuck her face. She moaned softly, and I saw her hand 
reach down between her own legs. 

I was getting pretty hot and started to think how I 
could fuck her in the garage, with my wife upstairs and 
the garage door wide open. Well, it never came town 
that, because the door to the house suddenly open. 
Sharon's head poked out and squinted at me, because I 
was backlit. Luckily, Dora was down between the two 
cars in the garage so she couldn't be seen, and she had 
the courtesy to be quiet. 

"Honey, would you come up and help me for a second?" 

"Sure, hon, in a minute," I could barely keep my voice 
level, with my cock in Dora's throat. 

"Could you come up now? Just for a second?" Pretty 
insistent, especially for a wife that had no idea 
someone was sucking her husband's cock. 

Then the door closed and she was gone. That was a close 
one. I pushed Dora's head back and pulled my shorts up. 
"You can't just go like that! What about me?" 

"Please, do you want me to get caught or something? 
I'll make it up to you later, really." Then I ran up 
into the house, just as I could hear her spit something 
at me in rapid Spanish. 

My heart was pounding like a jack hammer as I was up in 
the kitchen. Luckily, my wife was too busy climbing up 
on the counter to notice my wet hard dick bulging 
through my shorts. 

"Will you pass me that china in the dishwasher, so I 
could put it up here on the top shelf?" 

"Sure," I said, as I handed up a piece. She kneeled on 
the counter, reaching up to put the plate away. With 
each piece I handed her, I could see her thin muscular 
midriff exposed as her half shift rode up her body. 
From my vantage point, I could see up her shirt to the 
swell of her small tight breasts. 

Man, I was getting hot. After a half sucking from a hot 
slut, and then staring at my wife's hard body, I was 
getting really hot. 

As Sharon stretched up to get a plate up on top of the 
stack, I reached up and put my hands around her waist. 
She giggled, but didn't move. I rubbed my hands slowly 
up her sides as she slid the plate home. My hands went 
up to cup her breasts and she let out a sigh. 

I guess the sudden attention during housework had an 
effect on my wife, because she responded by arching her 
back and moaning softly as I tweaked her taut nipples. 

I pulled her down off the counter, but still had her 
facing away from me. I slid my whole arm up her shirt 
and rubbed her tits, while my other hand slid down her 
shorts between her legs. She gasped as my fingers found 
her clit. She steadied herself by putting her hands on 
the counter as I worked her nipples with one hand and 
her clit with the other. 

Soon my hand was getting wet with her juices. I pulled 
my hands out to her sides and pulled her shorts down. 
She was pretty hot. I turned her around and lifted her 
onto the counter, and knelt between her legs. Her pussy 
juices were running down her leg, and the tip of my 
tongue traced the fluid back up to her steaming cunt. 
The second my tongue touched her swollen clit, she 
arched her back and started bucking. 

I couldn't resist anymore. I stood up, dropped my 
shorts, and plunged my rock hard dick into her dripping 
hole. She gasped as I penetrated her, grinding her into 
the kitchen counter. She buried her fingers in my hair 
as I gripped her ass and fucked her like a madman. I 
was getting off as much to the knowledge that I had 
Dora's spit on my cock that I was fucking in and out of 
my wife, as I was from Sharon's throbbing pussy that 
was about to explode. 

As I pounded her, I could feel my balls slapping 
against her ass on the edge of the counter, as my cock 
slammed against the back of her pussy. She screamed as 
she came, and I followed soon after that. I continued 
to pump her as her hips bucked and then we were quiet. 
She collapsed onto me as I held her, and I held her 
with my eyes closed. 

It was a few seconds before I reopened them, to look 
straight across the way into Dora's eyes standing in 
her own kitchen. She had been watching the whole thing, 
and I could see that her hand was inside her bikini 
rubbing herself. She kept staring straight at me, as 
she fingered herself. 

I thought that I would get hard again watching this, 
when suddenly Sharon jumped up and kissed my cheek. 
"I'm going to take a shower, you." 

I watched her go upstairs to make sure she didn't look 
across to see Dora standing there watching us. When she 
was gone, I turned around to take another look, Dora 
she wasn't there anymore. Oh well. 

But just at that moment, as I heard the water turn on 
upstairs, I heard the door to the garage open. In 
walked Dora, standing in our kitchen, completely naked 
as she dropped her bikini bottom to the floor. 

Without clothes on, her brown skin and huge erect 
nipples made my heart skip a beat. It skipped another 
beat, seeing her standing in my kitchen with my wife 
upstairs taking a shower. 

She came right at me. 

"You son of a bitch. You can't get me started then shoo 
me away, just to tease me with your flat-chested wife. 
You better finish what you started." 

I couldn't argue her. She dropped to her knees in front 
of me to continue where she left off. My cock was 
dripping with cum and my wife's juices, but Dora didn't 
seem to mind. In a second I was rock hard again, just 
after cumming only moments before. 

I pulled Dora up and pushed her up against the counter, 
facing away from me with her legs spread wide. I 
reached around and felt her dripping wet pussy. The 
pussy that she'd been fingering while watching me fuck 
my wife. I moved up against her and jammed my hard cock 
into her slit from behind. She bucked and moaned 
softly. I felt her soft wet pussy contract around me as 
she bucked several times as a violent orgasm consumed 
her. I guess it takes a good hard dick to finally get 
her off. 

But I was just getting started. I thrust a couple more 
times, then slowly pulled out. Dora seemed a little 
confused, but soon figured it out, when I placed my 
well lubed rod against her ass hole. As wet as it was, 
it was still a bitch getting it up that tight brown 
hole. 

But then I finally started fucking her. Before she 
could even protest, I reached around and covered her 
mouth. She tried to scream at me through my hand, but 
she barely made a muffled sound. My other hand shot 
down and rubbed her clit vigorously as I continued to 
thrust into her faster and faster.
 
After maybe a full minute of this Dora's body tensed, 
and at that moment I too couldn't hold back no longer 
and I shot my load up her ass, our bodies jerking and 
squirming as our duel orgasm numbed our minds, then our 
bodies relaxed. And just at that moment, the water 
upstairs turned off. 

"Satisfied now?" I said to her, as helped her up and 
guided her back to the door to the garage. 

"You're a bastard," she said as she picked up her 
bikini bottom and out. 

As the door closed behind her, I mumbled, "Yep, and a 
bastard that you're going see again soon." 

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