I pulled back into the garage and hit the “Down” button. The garage door creaked and then it stopped half closed. I got out and surveyed the damage. The door hung off the roller on one side.
I didn’t know what to do. I was pissed. I had been divorced about six months and had just managed to get relocated into a rental house in a nice suburban upscale community north of Dallas.
I stepped next door and rang the doorbell. I had met my neighbor only once, and I hoped he didn’t think of me as a bother. I also hoped he knew something about garage doors.
I guess the panic on my face gave me away. He said he’d be right over and take a look at things.
I called my boss, Tom but he wasn’t in the office yet. Carol, my co-worker said she would cover for me and let Tom know I’d be in late. Tom had been a good boss and he worked well with me through my divorce. He was an older affable fellow. I loved to tease him just to see him blush. I pushed the boundaries of decency, hoping he’d give in, but he never seemed to take notice.
“Hell, Cadey,” my co-worker, in whom I confided everything, once remarked, “just go pantiless, bend over and see how he responds.”
I could never do what she suggested in a million years, but then I’d thought, “What the heck?”
I shaved my kitty so that it would look fresh and clean. I slipped on a short black micro mini skirt, that I was sure would get Tom’s attention, along with six-inch stiletto heels and a very form-fitting, satin white shirt and push up bra. I left the two top buttons unfastened. I looked in my bathroom mirror. What the heck, I might as well unfasten three buttons!
I adjusted my skirt, making sure it covered what needed to be covered until I was ready to show off. Carol was the only other person who worked in the office, so I didn’t have to worry about any jealous co-workers.
I plotted and planned my every move – except for backing out of the garage. How I managed to back into a half-open garage door, I will never be able to explain. I tried opening and closing the door. It wouldn’t budge. I was horny and frustrated.
When I’d knocked on my neighbor’s door, hoping he might be home and an understanding neighbor, I never gave my provocative dress a second thought. I was desperate to get to work. I was on a mission, but the damn garage door failed me.
Alex, my neighbor, came round and knocked on my front door. I led him towards the garage. Stepping into survey the damage, he paused. “I’ll need to get some tools,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
I called Carol at work, while Alex went to get his tool box.
“I am so fricking horny,” I told her, “that I may just screw the neighbor.”
Carol laughed. “Is he a hunk?”
I hadn’t really thought about Alex. He was in his mid to late forties, height and weight proportional and a decent looking guy. But he was also very married.
“Is he a happy camper?” Carol inquired.
“Hell,” I replied, “I don’t know.”
All I knew at this point, was that I was horny and pissed. There was a tapping at my front door. “He’s back,” I told Carol. “Keep your fingers crossed.”
Alex stepped through my kitchen, carrying a large red tool box. I followed him into the garage. I watched as he took out a few tools and then stepped up on to the three-tier step stool. He asked me to hand him a socket wrench. I had to admit that I didn’t know what a socket wrench looked like. Alex pointed out the tool in his open tool box. I stepped next to him and handed him the wrench.
I was eye level with his crotch. “Oh my goodness,” I thought. Real manhood was just inches away.
“Can I help?” I asked.
About that time a bolt or something flew from the garage door and bounced across the cement floor of the garage. I bent over and retrieved the device. The garage door creaked and suddenly, I saw Alex falling from the stool. He managed to land on his feet, but fell forward.
He quickly got to his feet and brushed himself off.
“Damn!” I said, “that almost made me pee in my panties!”
“What panties?” Alex said.
It was at this point, I remembered that I was pantiless. Oh my goodness! The thought of Alex seeing everything I had as he lay at my feet, looking up at me, was embarrassing. It was also a huge turn on.
“It’s okay,” Alex added, “I’m not wearing any underwear either.”
“Yeah, right,” I sarcastically replied.
“No, really,” he responded, “I’m not.”
Alex grabbed my hand and held it to his crotch. “Why don’t you see for sure?” Alex said, holding my hand in place.
Oh my gawd! I was already horny and now this: an open invitation. I looked into his steely green eyes and practically melted. Alex placed my hand inside his pants, as he unsnapped the button to his fly.
I dug past the waistband of his trousers and felt the root of his cock, which was growing in size by the second. Oh my!
Alex gently placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled. I squatted in front of him, pulling his pants down in the process. He was truly well endowed and I slipped my hand over his erection and gently squeezed.
His circumcised and very thick cock arched upwards. He was huge, much bigger than any guy I’d ever been with. I put my fingers around his thick shaft and tipped the grayish bulb-end, towards my open mouth. I slipped my lips over the head of his massive cock and gently slid it as far as I could into my mouth, breathing through my nose. I slowly worked my mouth back and forth, coating his cock with my saliva.
Alex pulled me into a standing position. He pressed his lips against mine. I felt like I was on fire. My pussy ached. I needed a stiff cock and really bad! I was now all his.
I led Alex to my bedroom, stripping out of my clothes in the process. Alex took off his jeans and his t-shirt. I had firm flat abdominal muscles, like a twenty-year old. His body was rock hard, evidence of a strong work out regime. I welcomed him on to my bed, spreading my legs and begging for relief. I couldn’t believe I was so desperate. My pussy ached to be touched. I definitely needed a man.
“Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me hard.”
Alex didn’t disappoint. He slipped his nine-inch cock into my pussy. He stopped and looked down at me in silence.
“Dammit,” I screamed, ‘fuck me!”
With a mischievous smile., he crashed his pelvis into mine and I shrieked. The most intense orgasm rocked my body. I lost total control as Alex pummeled his manhood deep inside me. I don’t remember much. Everything became a blur.
I remember waking up, and Alex was gone. I slipped on my robe and looked in the garage. He was nowhere to be found. I called Carol at work.
“Oh my gawd!” I exclaimed into the phone as Carol answered.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“I’m still at home.”
“Are you coming to work today?”
“No,” I replied. “The neighbor couldn’t fix the garage door, so I am having to call a professional.”
“Well, hell,” Carol replied, “I was hoping to see if Tom would take your bait.”
“Tom will have to wait a bit,” I replied. “I just fucked the shit out of my next door neighbor.”
I relayed what had transpired and as I recounted the morning exploits, I found myself getting all worked up again.
“Damn, girl,” Carol said. “Call me next time and let me know what’s going on. You owe me.”
I worked my fingers down into my vagina as I talked with Carol. “I gotta go,” I told her. “Time to take care of some personal needs.”
Carol laughed. “I know that feeling,” she said. “Call me later.”
I said I would. I dropped my robe and looked into my bathroom mirror. A naked woman stared back at me. I opened the drawer and took out my trusty old friend, “Jack.” I don’t know why I named my dildo Jack, but that’s what it was called. I lay on my bed and turned on the vibrator. Jack hummed to life and I inserted the toy into my vagina, closing my eyes. It didn’t take long before Jack had me humming as well.
Jack was my friend, but Alex was to become his equal, if not even more important. . .
