I was sitting on my porch, minding my own business when a car pulled up in front of my next door neighbor’s house. Paul was a single guy who lived next door to my wife and I. He had lived there about six months and we barely knew him, except in passing.
Jane was at work and I had the day off, which turned out to be very fortuitous.
I watched as a shapely young lady, college-aged, I was guessing, stepped out of the small sports car and walk up to Paul’s front door. She glanced in my direction and smiled, but didn’t say anything.
I watched as she rang the doorbell, and then knocked on the door. She glanced in my direction and walked to the end of Paul’s porch, which was a mere six feet from the end of my porch and where I sat looking at social media postings on my phone.
“Do you know where my dad is?” she asked.
“I think he is probably at work,” I surmised.
“Dang it,” she replied. “And I thought I’d catch him at home.”
“He sometimes comes home for lunch,” I told her.
Spying the empty seat on my porch, she asked if she could come over and sit down. I was more than happy to make the accommodation, especially since she was so very cute and sexy. The front pockets to her tight little cut-off shorts hung down on her long, well-tanned legs and she sported a form-fitting, very-tight, three sizes too small, designer t-shirt with the word “Sexy” emblazoned across the chest. She slipped into the chair next to me.
“I’m Cheryl,” she said, introducing herself as she stepped onto the porch.
“Rick,” I replied.
I offered to get her something to drink.
“Anything you have is fine with me,” she cheerfully replied. I could sense her eyes following me as I stepped into the house and fetched some iced tea.
Cheryl was nineteen and a sophomore in college studying to be a nurse. She said she didn’t have time for guys because school was her main focus.
“But you’re missing out on all the fun,” I teasingly replied.
“Oh, I still have fun,” Cheryl replied, biting down on her lower lip and flipping her hair back over her shoulder, “On my terms.”
Something told me that if I played cool and kept the conversation going, this girl might just be a little fun to play around with. As we chatted, her legs were crossed, very lady-like, she bobbed her foot up and down. I sensed she was a bit nervous.
“You a pretty good looking gal,” I added, “I bet you have the guys lined up at your door.”
“Not really,” she replied, “because I’m picky.”
“So what do you like in a guy?” I asked.
“Actually,” she replied, “I like older guys. The college-aged guys are not very mature. All they want is a quick wham-bam and then they are off to another conquest.”
“Yeah,” I replied, “I know what you mean. Myself, I like to take my time and really enjoy things.”
“That’s me as well,” she responded.
“I’m like a slow bake oven. It takes me a little bit to get warmed up,” she disclosed. “But once I’m there, I can cook as good as anyone else.”
“I bet so,” I replied. She uncrossed her legs and readjusted her cut-offs, pulling at the edges close to her crotch.
I didn’t sense any uneasiness in the flow of our conversation, so I decided to pry a bit to see if there was an opportunity that might open a door.
“So what is your perfect guy?” I asked.
“Well, he has to be secure, well established, have a job, preferably single and good in the bedroom,” she replied.
“Preferably single?” I quizzically responded. emphasizing the Preferably.
“Well, of course,” she replied.
“But what of he is not?” I pressed.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I guess it would depend on what he has to offer. I am not looking for a long-term relationship, not right now, maybe down the road a piece, but not right now.”
“So, what would a guy have to offer you, to win you over?” I asked.
“Not much,” she replied. “I like to be humored. I like to chat. I like it when guys compliment me or give me small gifts just to make me feel good. I’m not materialistic. I just like to have a good time.”
“There’s something to be said for having a good time,” I replied.
“What about you?” she asked. “I see that you’re married.”
I glanced down at my wedding band.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Ten years. We have good times and we have our rough times, but somehow we manage to make things work.”
A moment of silence passed and she asked the most personal question I think I have ever been asked by someone I had just met only moments before.
“Have you ever cheated on your wife?”
“No,” I replied. I waited a few seconds and wistfully added, “Not until now.”
My porch guest blushed and replied,
“So you’d cheat on your wife for me?” she inquired.
“In a heartbeat,” I replied. I could see my porch guest blushing even more-so at my revelation. She fanned herself with her hands.
“Oh wow,” she replied. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
“You underestimate your beauty,” I replied. “Very cute and your nipples are poking straight out at me.”
She looked down at her chest, then casually brushed the palms of her hands across her boobs.
“Sorry,” she replied as she tried to cover her breasts. “I don’t have any idea what’s going on.”
“They’re great,” I replied. “All natural?”
“No, she replied, “I had them enhanced a while back. I used to be pretty flat-chested.”
Uh-huh.
“Do you wanna feel them?” she asked.
“Do I what?” I asked in shocked response.
“Do… you… want…to…feel…them?” she repeated one word at a time. She stood up and stepped right in front of where I was seated, facing me and raised up her shirt, exposing her two luscious looking boobs, the nipples of which were perched perfectly on top of her light pink areolas.
“Go ahead, feel them,” she instructed. I placed my hand on top of her left breast and fingered her nipple.
“That feels nice,” she responded. “What do you think?”
A nodded my head in agreement. She reached down and took both of my hands and placed them on her exposed boobs.
“I paid six grand for these puppies,” she said as I gently massaged her man-made 34 c-cups. “I think it was a good investment.”
I had to agree.
“Let’s go inside,” she instructed. “I’ll let you play with them if you want.”
She pulled her shirt down and grabbed my hand, leading me into the living room. I sat down on the couch and she stripped out of her t-shirt. She wet a finger in her mouth and gently wiped it over her exposed nipples, tweaking them ever so lightly.
“Suck on them,” she instructed. “I love to have them sucked on.”
I leaned forward and placed my mouth over her left nipple and gently sucked on it while cupping and massaging her right breast. Again, she hummed her approval.
“That feel soo good!” she responded, as I alternated between her breasts. I slipped my hand down to her inner thigh and pulled her closer to where I was seated next to her.
“I love your touches,” she whispered.
“You have a body for touching,” I replied.
“I liked to be touched,” she breathlessly replied, unsnapping the snap to her shorts.
“We are in dangerous territory,” I said.
“I like dangerous,” she replied, slipping her hand to my crotch to feel my burgeoning erection.
“Oh wow,” she exclaimed, as she hand-searched my crotch for my tool.
“Can I play with it?” she asked.
I silently unsnapped my jeans and pushed them down past my knees, kicking off my penny loafers. I pushed my underwear past my knees and all prudishness with it. Spying my eight and a half-inch erection, Cheryl immediately took it in hand to inspect it.
“I bet your wife loves you!” she exclaimed.
“Not nearly as much as she should,” I replied, as my house guest cupped my testicles in her hand. I stretched my legs out, my heels resting on the floor, as my guest gripped my cock in her hand and pumped her hand up and down. I stripped out of my t-shirt and tossed it to the side.
“Ob boy!” She exclaimed, “Man boobs!”
I didn’t really have boobs, but that was what she said. She immediately let go of my cock and pinched my nipples.
“I love sucking on a guy’s nipples,” she declared as she bent forward and encircled my nipples with her wicked tongue, taking time to suck on each one as well. She slowly worked her way up to my neck, planting kisses as she hummed along.
I reached under her chin and forced it upwards.
“If you kiss me, I will have to fuck you,” I said. She pressed her lips to mine and thrust her tongue deep inside of my mouth. I didn’t hold back, pulling her on top of me as I reclined on the couch. She lay on top me, almost naked, except for her shorts. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her shorts and could feel the moistness of her panties. She hummed and moaned as I pressed my fingers further and towards her golden honey pot.
We were past the point of no return.
I managed to roll on the couch, until I was on top of her, my erection situated right between her legs.
“Please tell me you are on the pill,” I begged.
“I am,” she breathlessly replied.
I stripped her of her shorts and her pink panties. She was completely shaven. I liked that. She spread her legs, giving me a nice shot of her pussy, the lips of which were swollen and enlarged. She slipped a lone finger into her mouth and then into her pussy, working it around.
I planted several light kisses on her thighs, as I worked my way into position. My wife didn’t like oral sex, but I did, so being able to attach myself to a beautiful flower without any push-back was something I relished.
She hummed her approvals as I got closer and closer to her g-spot. When I lightly touched the hood of her clit, she practically jumped off the couch. I flicked my tongue back and forth before sucking on it. She exclaimed, “Don’t stop!” and grabbed my head in her hands, shaking.
I wasn’t about to stop. I had her right where I wanted her.
“Oh! God! Damnit!” she exclaimed, her entire body tensing up and shaking.
I rested my chin on her pubic bone and jammed a finger deep into her pussy, working it feverishly back and forth as she trembled and shook.
“Put it in me,” she pleaded.
I slipped my knees up to her cute ass, and rubbed my stiffy around, pushing it against her clit.
“Damn it!” she exclaimed, pleadingly. “Put it in me!”
I slipped my manhood into her tight little pussy and when I say it was tight, I mean it was tight. She grimaced slightly because of the size of my cock, so I went in slow and easy. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my manhood.
I pulled back slightly and slipped a finger onto her hood. Suddenly, there was a gush of womanly juices, loosening things up a bit. I pushed until my pubic bone met hers. She let out a deep moan of approval, as I rhythmically shifted back and forth. Her boobs bounced with each of my thrusts.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into a deep-throated kiss. I exploded inside of her. She dug her fingernails into my shoulder blades.
“Oh Gawd!” she exclaimed. “I’m coming!”
So was I.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us shaking and shuddering. We kissed for the longest time. I slipped from over my unexpected conquest and retrieved a towel from the bathroom. As she cleaned herself and got dressed, I fetched us some more iced tea.
I slipped back into my clothes and back out to the porch. My guest was sitting on a ledge on the porch looking very sweet and very content.
“I hate,” she said, “that I missed seeing my dad. Tell him I stopped by, will ya?”
I said that I would let him know. She tip-toed and gave me a peck on my cheek, then made her way back to her sports car. She waved and I watched her drive off.
I think there is a word for things like this – serendipity. To this day, I still pinch myself when I think about what transpired. I told my neighbor that his daughter had dropped by and he didn’t seem to really care. He said he hadn’t seen her in years and wouldn’t even know what she looked like.
“Well,” I replied, “She is a very nice looking young lady.”
I didn’t say anything else.
