I jogged down the street, still replaying the events of the day before in my mind. It had been an eye-opener for sure – the power I’d felt when Kelly, my neighbor and friend of so many years, was begging to suck my cock. I could still picture the look of sheer ecstasy on her face when I’d called her my slut and really taken control, fucking hard into her throat until I came…and she came with me.
I wondered what might have happened next if her dad hadn’t called looking for her. I let her leave then, giving us both plenty of time to mull over what had just taken place before discussing it. Except I forgot she was leaving the next morning on a week’s vacation with her family. I didn’t remember until I walked out after breakfast to go see her and instead saw her family’s minivan headed down the street. I caught a glimpse of her, looking back at me and waving. I could’ve sworn she licked her lips, too. I’d find out for sure later, of that I was certain.
Still, that left me with plenty on my mind and nothing to do so I went for a run to clear my head a bit. I had rolled out of bed and only put on my regular morning outfit – t-shirt, baggy sweat shorts, shoes…except I was without underwear, which was new. For whatever reason I had decided to sleep in the buff for the first time the night before. I liked how it felt, but it left me going commando on my spur of the moment run around the block, my package bouncing as I went along.
I was shaken out of my thoughts when a loud voice called my name, “John! Come here! I need your help.”
I groaned inwardly as I slowed down and looked across the street. Yep, there she was – Mrs. Evers, waiting expectantly for me to come do her bidding. I gave a little sigh and slowly walked across the street and up the driveway to where she stood in front of the garage impatiently tapping her foot.
Now Mrs. Evers wouldn’t have been too bad if she didn’t ruin everything by talking. She was an attractive woman, very attractive to be honest, but her attitude killed what would’ve been an otherwise pleasant view. I took in that view as I approached quietly, enjoying before she started talking again.
Mrs. Evers was Latina – Mexican, I think. She’d married well; Mr. Evers was clearly a lot older than she, and I figured she was already in her 40s. Marrying a fairly well off, older white guy hadn’t made her complacent though. She’d kept her figure even after having a daughter – Cristina, who was my own age.
She liked showing off that figure, too. Today she was in full-blown MILF mode – a tight, white halter top that barely held in her huge tits and showed plenty of cleavage. If that wasn’t enough, she capped it off with the shortest denim miniskirt you could legally get away with, showing her long, curvy legs exquisitely showcased by the platform sandals she was wearing. They easily added 3-4 inches to her height but that still left her at barely 5’5”. Her hair was a light brown, long and lustrous hanging down to the middle of her back in soft curls. The woman was all legs and breasts and she obviously knew it the way she dressed just to walk down the block with that amazing Latin sway of the hips that had all the men and boys stopping to stare.
That’s where the good stuff ended though. The woman thought the world was there to serve and had obviously been spoiled by her old man into believing she could have whatever she wanted, whenever it was convenient for her.
She stopped tapping her foot as I looked at her and actually sneered at me, “I swear, boy, you’re just getting lower and lazier. Get in here and help me with these boxes.” She turned on her heel and walked into the garage.
I rolled my eyes behind her back but could only blame myself for following her in quietly. When I was younger, I had always been quick to help out anyone in the neighborhood and Mrs. Evers had jumped all over that. By the time I realized she took advantage of my good nature (and my wanting to see that body on display, of course) it was easier just to go along with it instead of starting anything. The thought flashed through my mind as I stepped up behind her – maybe it was time to change all that.
She pointed to a stack of boxes and gave her orders as usual, “Pick those up and follow me…and quit slacking.”
I dutifully leaned down and picked them up all at once. It wasn’t hard; they were nearly empty. Why she needed someone else to do this I had no idea. I walked behind her with the boxes in my arms, barely catching the door leading into the house with my foot as she let it swing shut behind her, not even thinking to hold it for me. I made my way inside and caught up with her in the dining room where stood waiting again in front of an open closet door with a chair in front of it.
