My Neighbor’s Alluring Fantasy

It was a Wednesday morning, and I was lying in bed, my wife Jane having taken the kids to school and left for some retail therapy with her friends. The house was quiet, a stillness that would last for another four or five hours.

I woke up with a significant erection, and with the house so quiet, I thought I’d treat myself to a slow and intimate moment.

I reached into my wife’s bedside drawer and retrieved the lube, something we’d purchased a couple of years prior. Our sex life had never been the most dynamic, and after a decade together with two children, it had become almost nonexistent. Hand relief and a good fantasy were often my only recourse.

This time, my fantasy centered around Jo, a friend and one of my wife’s hairdressers. She was a petite brunette with a certain allure, someone I’d always gotten along with and admired. I’d find myself fantasizing about her more often than I cared to admit, and today was no exception.

I’d applied the lube, and as I slowly stroked myself, I couldn’t help but think of Jo. My fantasy was vivid, and I was enjoying every second of it.

Just as I was getting into the moment, there was a knock at the door. I hastily got to my feet, wiping my hand on a nearby towel and throwing on a robe. Still feeling the effects of my fantasy, I made my way downstairs, only to snag my robe on the handrail and hear a faint ripping sound. I looked down, but there didn’t appear to be any damage.

I continued on to the front door, opened it to find Jo standing there in her hairdresser’s garb, a bright smile on her face. “Hi, hun,” she said. I was still warm from my earlier moment, and I’m sure it showed.

“Are you alright? You look a bit flustered,” Jo asked, eyeing me curiously.

“I’m fine, just a bit sleepy,” I replied, trying to play it cool. “Come on in, I’ll make us some coffee.”

Jo accepted my offer and followed me into the kitchen. We chatted for a bit, but all the while, I couldn’t help but notice her eyes drifting downward, toward the rip in my robe.

“Oh, damn it,” I said, trying to play it off. “I ripped it rushing down the stairs.”

“It’s alright,” Jo said with a sly smile. “I was just catching a glimpse of your, ah, interest.”

I looked down and saw that I was still somewhat swollen, the lube still visible on my skin. Jo’s eyes lingered on me, and I could sense a certain tension building between us.

“You weren’t asleep at all, were you?” Jo asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Guilty as charged,” I replied, smiling sheepishly.

Jo’s gaze dropped lower, and I could sense her desire growing. “Well, it would be a shame if you didn’t finish yourself off, hun,” she said, her tone taking on a seductive quality.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if she was serious or not. But before I knew it, I reached inside my robe and pulled out my semi-hard cock. Jo watched intently as I stroked myself, her eyes locked on mine.

“You have a really nice cock,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I continued to stroke myself, feeling a sense of excitement building. Jo leaned forward, her eyes never leaving mine, and I could sense a certain connection between us.

“So, Jo, are you just going to sit there and watch me, or are you going to help me get there?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

Jo smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I suppose I could help you out.”

She stood up, began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her pale skin and a black bra. The sight of her sent a surge of desire through me, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, my eyes fixed on her.

Jo looked at me, a smile playing on her lips. “Does this help at all?” she asked, her voice husky.

She undid her trousers, slowly lowering them to the ground. I felt a sense of awe at the sight of her, her arse perfectly formed and pert. “Oh my god,” I whispered again, my desire growing.

Jo walked towards me, turned around, and pushed her arse towards my face. She pulled her cheeks apart, revealing a tiny bit of her labia and arsehole. I leaned forward, feeling a sense of excitement building.

“Easy tiger,” she said, her voice playful.

She slowly peeled her thong off, revealing her pussy. I was about to start working it with my tongue when she moved away and sat back down.

She spread her legs, started rubbing her clit, and I could see how wet she was. Due to the sight, I felt myself coming close to cumming. We both sat there for a few minutes, watching each other, until it became too much for me.

Streams of hot cum spurted from the end of my cock, most of it landing back down onto my stomach, hand, and cock. The sight of it turned Jo on, and her body started spasming as she started to climax.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, her eyes locked on mine.

We both sat there for a few minutes, satisfied smiles on our faces. Just as I was about to get up to clean myself off, Jo said, “Don’t go anywhere, I’m not finished with you yet.”

With that, she moved onto the floor, crawled over to me, and opened her mouth. She slipped her tongue out and started licking the warm cum from my cock and fingers.

It didn’t take her long to lap up my come, and soon she was sucking on my dick like a woman possessed. I was hard again within a minute or so, and I could feel her excitement growing.

After 10 minutes, the sucking stopped, and she stood up. She moved forward, pushing her tits in my face. She slid down my body, the cum on my stomach sliding in between our bodies.

She gently lowered herself onto my hard shaft, the tip teasing against her labia. She slid down onto the head of my cock, then moved off again, repeating the motion a few times. I resisted the temptation to pull her down onto me, letting her control the speed.

After a few minutes of teasing me like this, she slid up off my cock, then slammed hard down onto it. I felt a surge of excitement, her pussy was nice and tight, and I knew I was going to cum deep inside it.

She started riding me slowly, quickening the pace every now and then. This was heaven, the woman who I’d been fantasizing about just hours before was sat on my cock, her pert tits in my face.

After 5 minutes, her body spasmed again as she came hard, her pussy muscles clamping down on me. I gave her a minute to catch her breath, then pulled her off and stood up, wanting to fuck her from behind.

“Bend me over and fuck me,” she growled, her voice husky.

I obliged, pushing her over the table. As I looked down, I thought, “I wanna taste that before I’m finished.” So I bent down and started lapping away at her pussy and arse, savoring the taste and texture.

She tasted so good, and I could sense her desire growing. “I said fuck me,” she growled again, her voice a mix of excitement and frustration.

I stood up, pressed the head of my cock against her now-soaking pussy, and felt no resistance as the walls of her wet hole welcomed my cock.

I was in control now, and I was going to fuck her like a ragdoll.

I started off slowly, grinding my hips against her while rubbing her clit. She moaned as I pulled out my length slowly, then powered back inside. Her body jerked, and I could sense her excitement growing.

We continued like this for a few minutes, the table rocking back and forth as I fucked her hard and fast. She loved it, screaming “Oh god, yeah, fuck me!” as I pounded into her.

We were both sweating heavily, the heat and tension building between us. I was banging her so hard that the table was shaking, the motion helping us find a rhythm.

“Oh god, yes!” she screamed as her pussy clamped hard down on my cock, and I knew I was close to cumming.

This time, it was too much for me, and with a heavy grunt, my cock started twitching as I emptied my hot load deep inside her.

Cumming at the same time is one of my favorite things, and this was evident by the amount of cum I unloaded into her.

We both stood there, totally fucked, cum dripping from her pussy. I reached down to rub her clit, but she cringed, laughing. “I’m sore now, haha. You fucked me so hard my lips are stinging.”

We went and sat down on the sofa for a while, gently playing with each other as we chatted.

Since that day, I’ve seen Jo at various parties and dinners, and we always just smile at each other. We’ve become each other’s “booty call,” and I hope we’ll see each other again soon.

God, she’s an amazing shag 😛