The Handsome Young Neighbor
I couldn’t believe the thrill I felt as I watched Clarke, my young and handsome neighbor, stride across the lawn, his muscular body glistening with sweat from the summer heat. I had only recently moved to this quiet suburban neighborhood, and Clarke, with his bright smile and easygoing nature, had been a welcoming presence from the start. But today, as I observed his toned physique and the way his tight t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders, I felt a different kind of warmth coursing through me.
I had just turned 37, and I was feeling more confident and adventurous than ever. My blonde hair fell in soft waves around my face, and I knew my blue eyes held a hint of mischief as I greeted Clarke with a smile. “Hey, Clarke, I’m so glad you could help me with this furniture pickup. I really appreciate it.”
Clarke, at 18, was a vision of youthful energy. His sun-kissed hair framed his striking features, and his green eyes sparkled with a playful light. “No problem, Ms. Sharon. Happy to lend a hand. Especially for a beautiful lady like yourself.” His flirty tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a tingling between my thighs that I hadn’t experienced in a while.
I needed to pick up a vintage dresser I had found on an online classifieds site. It was a rare find, and I was eager to add it to my bedroom, but it was too large and heavy for me to manage alone. Clarke’s pickup truck was the perfect solution, and I was more than happy to have him accompany me.
As we drove to the seller’s location, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Clarke’s strong hands on the steering wheel. His forearms were tanned and defined, and I imagined those hands running over my body, caressing every inch of my skin. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the road ahead, but my mind was already wandering to the possibilities that lay ahead.
The seller lived in a quaint neighborhood not far from ours. Clarke effortlessly lifted the heavy dresser onto his truck, his muscles flexing with each movement. I felt a surge of desire as I watched him work, his shirt rising to reveal a glimpse of his taut stomach.
“Wow, Clarke, you’re really strong,” I said, my voice husky with admiration. “I’m so grateful you’re helping me with this. It’s a real armful, isn’t it?” I couldn’t help but emphasize the word ‘armful,’ a subtle innuendo that made Clarke’s eyes widen with understanding.
“Yeah, it’s a heavy one,” he replied, wiping the sweat from his brow. “But I’m happy to help. Anything for you, Ms. Sharon.” His words sent a jolt of excitement through me, and I knew I had to have him.
On the drive back, I felt the tension building between us. Clarke’s gaze kept flicking to me, his eyes lingering on my legs, which were crossed in a way that showcased my smooth thighs. I uncrossed them slowly, enjoying the way his breath hitched as he noticed.
“So, Clarke, you’ve been a huge help today,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “I’d like to show my appreciation. How about a massage when we get back? I know you must be sore from all that heavy lifting.”
Clarke’s eyes widened further, and I could see the bulge in his jeans growing. “A massage? That sounds amazing, Ms. Sharon. I’d love that.” His voice cracked slightly, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
Back at my place, we carried the dresser upstairs to my bedroom. The room was spacious, with soft lighting and a plush king-sized bed. Clarke set the dresser down gently, his eyes taking in the intimate surroundings.
“So, where do you want me to start with the massage?” he asked, his voice slightly breathless.
“Right here is fine,” I replied, gesturing to the bed. “Just take off your shirt and lie down. I’ll be right back with some oil.”
As I stepped out of the room, I heard Clarke’s belt buckle clink as he undressed. My heart raced as I prepared a sensual massage oil, adding a few drops of a special aphrodisiac blend I had purchased for occasions like this.
I re-entered the room, my eyes feasting on the sight of Clarke’s naked torso. His skin was golden and smooth, his chest broad and defined, with a light dusting of hair trailing down his flat stomach. His jeans hung low on his hips, showcasing the impressive bulge beneath.
“Wow, Clarke, you have an incredible body,” I purred, my voice dripping with desire. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
I climbed onto the bed, straddling Clarke’s waist, and began to pour the warm oil onto his shoulders. My hands glided over his skin, kneading and massaging the tight muscles. I could feel his body relax under my touch, his breath coming in soft sighs.
“That feels amazing, Ms. Sharon,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed. “You have magic hands.”
As I worked my way down his back, my fingers brushed against the waistband of his jeans. I could feel his hard length straining against the fabric, and I knew I had to taste him.
“Turn over, Clarke,” I whispered, my voice thick with need. “I want to see all of you.”
Clarke complied, rolling onto his back, his thick cock tenting his jeans. I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned down and gently tugged his jeans and boxers down, revealing his throbbing erection.
“Oh my,” I breathed, my eyes taking in the sight of his thick, veined shaft. “You’re so big, Clarke. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
I took his length in my hand, stroking it gently, feeling the heat and hardness of his cock. Clarke let out a low groan, his hips arching off the bed. I leaned down and flicked my tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at the tip.
“Fuck, Ms. Sharon,” he gasped, his hands gripping the bedsheets. “Your mouth feels so good.”
I took him deeper, sucking and swirling my tongue around his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside. Clarke’s hands found my hair, gently guiding my movements as I bobbed my head up and down, taking him to the back of my throat.
“Suck it, Ms. Sharon,” he panted, his voice hoarse with desire. “Suck my cock like the little slut you are.”
His words sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I moaned around his length, my pussy throbbing with need. I wanted to feel him inside me, to be filled by his youthful vigor.
I climbed off the bed, my eyes never leaving his rock-hard dick. “I want you, Clarke,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my body. “I want to feel you fuck me.”
Clarke sat up, his eyes dark with lust. “I want to fuck you too, Ms. Sharon. I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
I straddled him, positioning his thick cock at my entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, I lowered myself onto his length, taking him deep inside me. Clarke’s eyes rolled back as he filled me, his hands gripping my hips to guide my movements.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice raw. “Ride my cock, Ms. Sharon. Show me how much you want it.”
I began to move, rising and falling on his shaft, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Clarke’s hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Yes, Clarke, yes!” I cried out, my body on fire. “Fuck me harder, please!”
Clarke flipped us over, his strong arms easily lifting my body. He positioned himself between my thighs and thrust into me with renewed vigor, his cock pounding into my wetness.
“You’re so wet, Ms. Sharon,” he grunted, his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he fucked me relentlessly. My body coiled tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to an unbearable pitch.
“Oh God, Clarke, I’m gonna come!” I screamed, my body shaking as the orgasm ripped through me.
Clarke kept thrusting, his own release building. “Come on my cock, Ms. Sharon,” he growled. “Let me feel your pussy milk me dry.”
His words sent me over the edge again, and I came hard around his shaft, my pussy clenching and releasing in rhythmic pulses. Clarke followed soon after, his cock throbbing as he emptied his load deep inside me.
We lay entangled on the bed, our bodies glistening with sweat and satisfaction. Clarke’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his eyes shining with a mixture of contentment and awe.
“That was incredible, Ms. Sharon,” he said, his voice soft. “I never imagined it would be like this.”
I smiled, my heart filled with a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. “Neither did I, Clarke. But I’m so glad it was.”
As I lay there, feeling his softening cock still nestled inside me, I knew this was just the beginning of a scorching hot adventure with my young, virile neighbor.
MILF Fantasy Phone Sex
I always recall years ago a British man that said he wanted to talk about MILF’s, which of course means Mom I’d Like To Fuck. Well this poor guy didn’t know what it meant. So I said, well you were the one that wanted to talk about MILF’s, what DO you think it means? I burst out laughing when he said in all seriousness, Mother In Law Fantasy! LOL! I thought well, that’s not what it means, but there are plenty of guys out there fantasizing about their mother in law’s. I’ve heard from countless ones of them that are. I always say be careful when you’re fucking your wife you don’t say her mom’s name!
Some have even taken the mother in law’s panties when they’ve been around to visit. The wife wouldn’t be impressed if she walked in on you masturbating with her mom’s dirty panties wrapped around your cock furtively sitting on the edge of her mom’s bed. Damp panties from mature pussy, caressing your cock with every silky stroke. Think of her older, cougar pussy pressed against the fabric all day, would you like to bury your nose in that crotch of the panties and smell her aroma? Maybe you’d even be so bold as to lick the crotch of those panties? Has she sweated all day, has she creamed in them? Does the crotch taste sweet?
Are you going to use those stolen panties on your dick when you call me to masturbate? What if wifey finds them….You’d be a bad, bad boy, wouldn’t you! Maybe she knows you took her panties and likes the idea. Maybe it turns her on knowing her son in law has the hots for her. Did you see her bend over in that low cut top last time you were at dinner? You think it was an accident she didn’t have a bra on? No, she saw the corner of her stolen panties coming out of your pocket, you think she didn’t notice, but she did. What would you have done if she’d pulled them out of your pocket in front of your wife and her husband? It wouldn’t have been pretty.
Hot MILF For You
I have a college age son, and let me tell you, some of his friends are fucking hot. I divorced his dad years ago, and haven’t had many boyfriend’s since. Now that I’ve gotten older, I don’t know why it is I’ve started to fantasize and drool about younger boys, but I sure have! Ones my own age seem to be losing their erections as well as their hair, not very appealing in my eyes. I over heard one of my son’s friends telling another friend that he’d had hot phone sex with his girlfriend on the phone and how hot it made him, how horny he’d gotten. I was a bit surprised he’d be telling his friend this.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it all night, this hot young kid masturbating when he called his girlfriend. I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself, but I was alone later with him in the kitchen when he came in to get a pop to drink. I told him I’d heard him talking to his other friend about his phone call. He blushed a little and I said no, it was ok, it had turned me on hearing it. I swear as soon as I said that, he started to get hard and I could see a growing bulge in his pants.
I know it was very forward of me, but I asked him if he’d like to call me one night for such a conversation. His jaw literally dropped and he let go of the can of pop and I laughed. He picked it up off the floor and smiled and said he’d think about giving me a call for such a naughty conversation. Apparently he didn’t have to think long, less than eight hours later as I was reading in bed my house phone rang and it was him. We talked for a while then he told me to touch myself. He gave me guided masturbation, and it was the best I’d ever had in my entire life. I hope this becomes a regular thing, I was so fucking turned on!
Pool Masturbation
I’ve always enjoyed masturbating in the shower with the shower massager. The hard stream of water hitting my clit feels fantastic and I’ve done it in pools with the water that comes out of the side of them and in hot tubs as well. I was housesitting for a friend of mine that had a pool and I was happy to volunteer to do it since I could use the pool the whole time I was looking after the house and I swam daily when I’d go over and check on things.
One thing I hadn’t planned on though was her teenaged cousin coming over to swim as well and I didn’t see him. I was nude in the pool and they live in the country so I didn’t need to be quiet, as there was no one around for miles. I am really loud when I cum and I wasn’t paying attention to anything except that water on my clit from the pool side and I was moaning loudly. I was really enjoying myself and felt as though I was being watched. I looked up and saw this kid on the upper deck watching me and stroking his cock. He was on the phone with someone and I assumed he was having phone sex with them as I could see him rubbing his hard, young shaft up and down. He saw me look at him. I didn’t care I was so into my water masturbation I wasn’t going to stop just because he was there.
He didn’t seem too concerned either and continued to leisurely stroke his cock and I could feel the water shooting right on my clit from the water jet. He was talking naughty on the phone, I could hear a few words he was saying and I let out a huge moan when I came and I saw his cum shoot up into the air in an arc a few seconds later. His call ended shortly after he came and he walked over to the edge of the pool and knelt down and I started sucking on his young cock. He may have had phone sex, but he was about to have real sex!
The Horny MILF
I am a cheating wife. I make no apologies for it. My husband has more important things to do apparently than make love to his wife or show me any appreciation. He’s a good breadwinner and has afforded me and our teenagers a comfortable life, I’ll give him that. But he has no real interest in me sexually and hasn’t for many years. So I’ve looked elsewhere. I’ve not rubbed his nose in it or cheated with his friends so he might hear about, I’ve found other men to pay attention to me and I have a strong libido and got sick of masturbating.
The man next door is in a bit of a similar situation, his wife shut down sexually years ago and has zero interest in rekindling their relationship. So we’ve found comfort and companionship in one another and have fun as often as our schedules allow for. His wife is a workaholic like my husband, so they are both gone a lot and that suits me fine, it allows us time to play together and I’ve no complaints. He’s a fantastic lover and I don’t understand why his wife has abandoned him sexually, I think he’s a very generous lover and I’m happy to have him service my pussy any time we can get together.
Last night we were able to have some fun, his wife was out of town on business and my husband was out of town at his brothers, and I went over to his house next door and he led me to the bedroom and he laid me out on the bed and stripped my clothes off and kissed up and down my body, teasing my pussy with his tongue and licking my clit. I was so turned on, he’s the best pussy licker I’ve ever been with and no one gets me as wet as he does.
After he went to town on my pussy, he slid that glorious, fat, throbbing cock of his inside of me and fucked me hard. He always stretches me open, and I wrapped my legs around him all nice and tight. I had my arms wrapped around him and ran my fingers through his hair and could feel his breath on my neck as he made love to me. Soft music played in the background and with every thrust he got me closer and closer to cumming. I finally exploded and then felt a gush of his hot semen inside of me as my contractions milked him dry.
We laid in one another’s arms in his marriage bed and I didn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt in any way, even though I was cheating on my husband and he on his wife. Neither of us got so much as a scrap of affection from either, yet we both felt tied for various reasons not to leave. I will continue to fuck my neighbor and suck his cock and please him any time we can get some alone time together. Being a horny MILF can have its perks, that’s for sure.
