It had been three full days of steady rain, making it three very long days since my encounter with my neighbour Bill. I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered the gentle touch of his fingers, the softness of his lips, the hardness of his cock… These memories lifted my otherwise melancholy mood, which matched the greyness of the sky.
I was going a bit stir-crazy. There was only so much cleaning, baking and reading one can do while trapped inside a beach house in the rain! I figured it was time to take a glass of wine and head upstairs to the back bedroom, which looked down onto the cute little red cottage where the honeymooners were staying. Although trapped indoors, they were still putting on quite a display, the open windows and thin plywood walls doing little to mute the sounds of their lovemaking.
The comfy armchair by the window gave me the perfect vantage point to look down into their window. I told myself that if they didn’t want to be seen, they would have closed the blinds. Otherwise, whatever I saw out my window was fair game. So I sat down and made myself comfortable.
“Oh God! Yes, that’s it! Harder…harder….don’t stop, baby!” she yelled as she rode his cock. Her arms stretched out behind her, causing her back to arch, projecting her tiny tits into his face. He was oblivious to her tits, focusing on thrusting into her deep and hard.
My left hand slipped under my tank top to caress my aching, braless nipples. They were rock-hard and craving attention. My right hand slid down to push aside my shorts and slide a finger into my wet vagina. I rocked back and forth in the same rhythm as the honeymooners, building right along with them until I clamped down in sweet release. Satisfied, I reached for another sip of wine and closed my eyes.
The rain had subsided to a gentle mist and the sky was brightening, so I decided to get out of the house and go for a much-needed walk. Fresh air and exercise would do me a world of good. I set out across the yard to the beach. The air smelled like a combination of wild roses, fresh rain, and seashore – it immediately lifted my spirits as I took a few deep breaths.
I got lost in my thoughts as I briskly walked along the beach, wrestling with feelings of guilt, desire, responsibility, and selfishness. I thought of my husband, Dave, and of my neighbour, Bill. In the end, I concluded that whatever happened, I owed it to myself to rediscover who I was as a woman – not as a mom, or a wife. My marriage had survived Dave’s infidelity before, and would survive again, if that was what we chose. I was going to embrace the experiences that came my way this summer, whatever they may be. Perhaps there were things in store for me that I couldn’t even imagine…
It had been almost three hours since I set out for a walk, and the rain was beginning to fall harder again. As the beach house came into sight, I sensed some movement along the shore.
“Jess! Thank God you’re okay! You had me worried,” Bill called as he quickly closed the distance between us.
“I’m fine. Just wet!” I exclaimed.
“You’ve been gone so long, I thought you had slipped on the rocks and hurt yourself. I guess I’ve seen too many traumas in the ER!” Bill explained.
“It’s very sweet of you to care. Thank you,” I replied as I grabbed his outstretched hand. Even in the pouring rain, I felt a jolt of electricity between us. Bill walked me safely to my front yard. We were just about to take cover under the balcony on the veranda when Bill suddenly stopped me.
“Have you ever danced in the rain?” he asked, raising his eyebrow in a quizzical manner.
My answer was, “No.”
Taking his phone out of his pocket, he said, “Hey Siri. Play my summer playlist.”
Within moments, my Bluetooth speakers on the veranda were playing the joyful sounds of The Beach Boys. Bill grabbed my hand and pulled me back out to the yard. It was absolutely pouring rain now as we danced. We swung our arms and hips while stomping rhythmically in the puddles, acting like carefree children. By the fourth song, we were giddy and breathless as we collapsed into each other.
I looked up at Bill as his arms circled me to keep me steady. Our eyes met, quickly followed by our lips. He pulled my soaking-wet body tight against his, his erection poking into my belly, sending a tingle straight to my clit. He pushed me backwards until my back hit the column of the veranda. He peeled off my soaked tank top and threw it to the ground before cupping my breasts with his hands and watching the raindrops trickle down my mounds. He finally lowered his mouth to suck my nipples, which were screaming for attention. A wave of pleasure coursed down my body.
While Bill played with my breasts, I stripped off his shorts and freed his hard penis. I stroked him slowly with one hand, while massaging his balls with the other. Despite the rain, I could feel the clear pre cum oozing from his tip. I lightly rubbed it into his head, tickling and teasing, and making him moan in agony, wanting more. He released my breasts and stripped off his shirt before lifting me against the column and sliding me down onto his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist and bounced as he pumped.
“Oh God! Yes, that’s it! Harder…harder…don’t stop,” I heard myself saying.
Bill pumped harder and faster, until I felt his body tense and ejaculate, sending me into my own orgasm. We clung to each other for a few moments before he set me down. A flash of lightning followed closely by a clap of thunder sent us retreating to the cover of the veranda.
“Let me go grab a couple of towels,” I said, disappearing inside. I returned with towels and a bottle of wine with two glasses.
“Thanks,” Bill replied as he grabbed a towel. He looked so sexy drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and sitting down to watch Mother Nature’s angry display. There is something so soothing about watching the lightning in the dark sky over the water. He turned the music down a few notches so we could talk. I handed him a glass of wine before wrapping my towel under my arms and sitting beside him.
“Well, that was fun!” I giggled.
“Sure was!” he replied. After several minutes of comfortable silence, and in a more serious tone, he asked, “Jess, what are we doing here? Have I ruined things for you?”
“Of course not,” I answered. “I’m taking this summer to rediscover who I am and what I want. I am having so much fun with you – you make me feel alive. Desirable. Sexy. Vibrant. Free. I hope we can continue to be friends…with benefits.”
“What benefits, exactly?” he asked in a deep, sexy voice.
“Well,” I teased, as I reached my hand into his lap and pulled open his towel, “maybe something like this.”
I grabbed and stroked his cock, which was springing back to life. My towel slipped off with the motion, and I made no effort to pick it up, He groaned as I stood before him naked, my pussy at his eye level. After a little show, I pulled him out of his chair, leading him by his cock as I brought him inside the beach house. We were almost to the stairs when the distinctive ringtone of my phone on the counter interrupted us.
Fuck. It was Dave.