I ran into Evelyn at the local supermarket. Evelyn had been our next-door neighbor for several years before we sold our house. She was a single mom of three and while we only knew each other peripherally, as neighbors, I always quietly admired Evelyn, because she was not only friendly, but very cute, especially when she was wearing her skin-tight yoga pants which showed off her svelte figure.
Because I was married, I didn’t put much effort into getting to know Evelyn. Somethings and some folks are not worth risking a marriage over. So, I suffered in silence, knowing what I would like to happen, would never come to fruition.
Evelyn chided me for not staying in contact.
“I miss seeing you guys,” she declared as we stood awkwardly chatting on aisle six. She picked out a cake mix and placed it into her basket.
“You should drop by sometime,” Evelyn remarked. I told her that I didn’t know if my wife, Karen, would feel comfortable coming by since we didn’t really all know each other that well when we lived next door to each other.
“That’s fine,” Evelyn replied, “You can come by yourself. I’ll make you a cake.”
Her words fell on me like a ton of bricks. Her personal invite was a huge surprise and caught me off guard.
“Do you think you can sneak away on Friday?” Evelyn asked. Her smile and casual flip of her long brown hair back over her shoulders, spoke the unspoken words.
Damn. Before I knew it, I found myself agreeing to come by and see her. I don’t know why I agreed, but I did.
Friday came, and I was nervous. My job required an occasional long work day, which Karen didn’t like, but she had gotten use to it. I told her there was a good possibility I may have to work late. She did not like the news. I think what made her the most upset, was that I had picked a day when we were set to go spend the weekend with her family. Karen accused me of planning things to purposefully avoid seeing her mom and dad. I reassured her I was not trying to get out of seeing her parents, even though working late was a good excuse as any, to avoid seeing my mother-in-law whom I loathed. I suggested to Karen that if she wanted to go alone, she could, and I would meet her on Saturday morning at her parent’s house, which was a four hour drive down the road. We had done this a couple of times before and it always worked out well.
I called Evelyn once I got to the office. I explained to her the argument that Karen and I had engaged in.
“Don’t worry,” Evelyn commented, “She’ll be okay. I’ll make sure our visit is a short one so that perhaps you can take off with Karen.”
“Oh, no,” I replied. “I don’t want to spend any more time with my mother-in-law than is necessary.”
Evelyn laughed.
“Ok then,” she replied, “I’ll see you in a little bit.”
To say I was a little apprehensive would have been an understatement.
I pulled up in front of the house next door to where Karen and I used to live. It was a surreal feeling, walking up the sidewalk to the front door of the house next door to where we had lived for so many years. Selling the house had been a bittersweet experience and I was instantly flooded with so many memories.
I rang the doorbell and within seconds, Evelyn was standing in front of me, welcoming me into her house. She sported her trademark skin tight black yoga pants and a pull-over, lose fitting t-short. She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail, which she immediately loosened, allowing her hair to fall across her shoulders.
“I made you a cake,” Evelyn remarked as I followed her towards the kitchen. “I hope you like carrot cake.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She turned and smiled, her hands on her hips, looking back at me.
“Why do I get the feeling,” she began, ‘that you’re not listening to me?”
“Carrot cake,” I stammered.
Evelyn took a step in my direction.
“What else do you like?” she asked as she approached me. She stopped directly in front of me, her hands clasped behind her back, just mere inches from where I stoically stood, watching her every move.
“You know,” Evelyn spoke softly, “I have a huge crush on you.”
“That would make two of us,” I replied.
“Why haven’t you ever said anything?” she asked.
“Because I am married, and I didn’t want to complicate things for either of us,” I replied.
“But you are here now,” Evelyn replied.
“Yes, I am,” I replied.
“What has changed?” she asked.
“We aren’t neighbors any longer,” I replied.
“Okay,” Evelyn replied. “I think I can understand that.”
“Look,” I replied, “If we had hooked up before, it would have been dangerous, living next to each other.”
Evelyn swayed back and forth, looking directly at my chest. She slipped a lone finger into the opening of my shirt and replied, “So do you like carrot cake?”
I chuckled.
“Yes,” I replied, slipping my hands on to her sides and pulling her in closer to myself, so that we her tight little body was now pressing against mine. “I like carrot cake.”
Evelyn took in a deep breath and exhaled.
“How much do you like carrot cake?” she asked.
I slipped my hands up under her loose-fitting t-shirt and on to her sides, dipping my finger-tips in past the waist-band of her yoga pants.
“Quite a bit,” I whispered, pushing down on her yoga pants.
Evelyn pushed her yoga pants downward, as she took a step back and slowly peeled out of them.
“I get a feeling,” she remarked, “That you like other things than just a carrot cake.”
“Yes,” I stammered out, as she stripped out of her t-shirt and stood completely naked in front of me. I quickly parted my shirt and stripped out of my clothes as Evelyn helped me. Seeing my cock, she silently took it in hand and pulled on it.
“Nice,” she said, as she dropped to her knees in front of me. She studied my manhood for only a second before slipping it into her mouth. I grabbed a handful of her hair and clinched it in my closed fist as Evelyn worked her mouth over my tool.
Her oral skills were superb and titillating. I had to stop her before I emptied my load.
She smiled and then silently led me to her bedroom. She laid on the bed, on her back, spreading her legs. I buried my head in between her spread open legs. She tasted unbelievably sweet and clean. In a matter of moments, she was begging for me to fuck her.
I held off for as long as I could, teasing her and forcing her into at least two separate orgasms, before slipping my cock into her warm and moist pussy. We kissed, passionately and wildly, totally unabated.
Evelyn was open to all my suggestions and allowed me to pummel her from on top and behind. Eventually, I fell on to my back and asked her to ride me, which she was more than willing to do. She climaxed in each of these positions, but it was her riding my pole that was the most enjoyable for the two of us. I shot my load deep inside of her as she quivered and shook, collapsing on to my shoulder, as she shivered uncontrollably.
Nature took its course and for the longest time, we both lie naked beside each other, just looking silently up at the ceiling. Finally, after a long wait, I asked Evelyn if she would share a piece of her famous carrot cake. She rolled on to her side and placed a hand on to my bare chest.
“How long do you have?” she asked.
I smiled. “I don’t have to leave for Austin until nine tomorrow morning,” I replied. “Karen has already taken off.”
Evelyn looked surprised.
“Really?” she asked.
I looked over at her.
“Really,” I replied.
“Then the damn carrot cake can wait,” she replied, pulling the sheets over the two of us, and slipping down to tease each of my nipples.
Carrot cake is what we had for breakfast.
