My neighbor needs a favor and I give her a lesson about oral sex.
I was quietly writing a new story for Literotica in my home office. My wife had made us a big breakfast that morning before she left to meet a girlfriend for shopping and lunch. I had the front door open to get out the odors of breakfast. I was playing some of my favorite music loudly on my computer while I wrote about our adventures at the local swinger club.
Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.
"Hi! Your door was open and I knocked but I don't think you heard me." It was our new neighbor Jen. She is young, maybe 30 something, and a very cute blonde. She is married and has small 3 children. Jen and her husband, Lyle, had moved in next door about a year ago. We had introduced ourselves while they were moving in. I know that she is an engineer from the same engineering school that I graduated from in Boulder. Her husband works in aerospace on the college campus and she works for a satellite company in the next town. We see each other often and wave or say hi, but we have not spent much time getting to know each other.
I turned off my music and got up to give her a quick hug. Why not, I am a harmless old guy ....well, maybe not harmless.
"You guys have a nice office in your home. I see that you both have a lot of diplomas and certifications hanging on the walls. Wow, you even have separate computers with printers and I love double screens. I have them at work but not at home. All I have at home is a laptop," she said.
"Please sit down," I said and pulled my wife's chair over by my computer.
After she sat down, she said, "I have to write a tech paper for work to be published. I would like you to proofread it and make comments, if you have time." She handed me a stapled set of papers.
"I would love to do that for you. Being retired, I don't get to read much technical stuff anymore. I am a little over critical when I proofread so I can almost guarantee that I will make comments, but you don't have to take my suggestions," I replied. "I use the Gregg Style Manual as my writing standard."
"I see that I have interrupted you writing something," she said.
"I am writing an adult story to be published online. It is kinda soft porn," I said.
"Really. You write adult stories? I don't think I knew they existed," she said.
"I really miss writing since I retired so I decided to write about something that I know. Years ago my wife and I belonged to a Swingers' Club in west Denver. I write about what we saw there and I publish it on a website for just adult stories. People seem to like my stories as I get good reviews on them."
"You guys were swingers? I know what that is but I don't think I know anyone who is a swinger. I bet that you do have some great stories. Would you share the website with me. I would like to read your work," she said.
I got out one of my old business cards and wrote the website information and my nom de plume on the back and handed it to her.
"Thanks. I will look it up and find your work," she said.
"It is not a technical paper, but it is fun to read I think. And if you write about what you have seen, it is fairly easy writing," I replied.
"May I read what you are writing over your shoulder?" she asked.
I rolled my chair to the side and she stood up and came close to my computer screens. As she read a page, I scrolled down for her.
"There is some exciting action in this story. I had no idea that this type of writing existed. I see why you like it. I assume it is legal," she said.
"Yes, each story is read by the website editors and if there is anything that is underage or generally unacceptable, they send it back and won't publish it."
"I can't help but notice that you say in your story that you are well endowed. Is that true or do you have to do that for the sake of your story?" she asked.
"Ahh ... yes , I really am. In my early years, even in college, the size of my dick was a curse. I really hated it. I could never get a date. Even at the Swingers' Club, most of the younger ladies would not have sex with me; however, the older ladies and seniors loved using my equipment," I replied.
"I am not certain that I understand about how one penis could be much larger than another one. I guess I assumed that they were all the same. How much bigger are you than the average guy?" she asked.
"In honesty, I have never measured it. It is just a visual comparison."
"So, you would be larger than my husband?" she asked.
"I have no knowledge of your husband, but past history for me would say yes," I replied. "If it would not offend you, I can bring up a photo on my computer. Purely in the interest of science."
"Sure, that would be alright," she said and she smiled.
I did some typing and one screen came alive with a close-up photo of my wife holding my dick. She had both hands around it, holding it like a baseball bat, and the head was sticking up above her hands.
"Wow! I had no idea that I lived next to a celebrity," she said laughing. " I know when I was growing up, there was a guy who was famous in the old porn movies for being big. My Dad watched some porn movies in the days past and I would sneak looking at them."
"I am not John Holmes nor am I famous," I explained. "I am sorry. We kinda off the subject of your paper," I said.
"That's OK. If you would just read it and give me whatever comments you have in two weeks. I have another question for you: Does your wife like your .... size?" she asked.
"I have been married three times. The first two times they had real problems with my 'size'. There was no premarital sex in those days. My first two marriages did not last long; however my current wife loves my dick. We have been married over 40 years. Happiest time of my life." I answered.
"While we are on this topic, I would love to ask you a very personal question. It is one that I have asked many women over the years and is not meant to be rude,' I said.
"Sure. Ask away. I am a tomboy in case you haven't noticed," she said.
"Ever since I have reached puberty, I have always been curious about the color of women's pubic hair and how it compared to the hair on their head," I explained. "I realize that many women dye their hair and I have had experience with blondes who have black pubic hair. There is an old saying, 'The curtains and carpet must match.'"
"I am a real blonde, not dyed, and my pubic hair is a light blonde color, so light that it is really hard to see. I would show it to you but I shave it off," she answered.
"Thank you for answering my curiosity. I had white blond hair on my head when I was in high school ... I almost looked like an albino. The hair on my arms and my pubs are so light that you can hardly see it. I grew a short beard coming out of college to look older so that I could get a job. I had to dye it brown so that you could see it," I said.
"So let me ask you a personal question," she said. "In the story that I just read, you said that giving oral sex to women is your most favorite thing to do. Is that true?"
"Yes, it is very true. When it comes to sex, I am a 'pleaser'. I derive my satisfaction from giving my partner the best sex that I can provide. It does not matter if I reach orgasm. To me it is only important that my partner gets off. As a guy, I hate to admit it, but oral gives a better orgasm than intercourse. There is something very satisfying that little old me can cause women to have a wild finish. May I ask if you guys do it?"
"We did a little bit in the beginning but now with the kids and work, we are usually limited to a quickie on the weekends or sometimes when Mom and Dad babysit for us," she replied.
"In my experience I have observed that most men give oral as foreplay and not long enough to give the woman an orgasm. I believe that guys do it until they get too excited and they jump right into intercourse. It has nothing to do with the woman or if she is ready for sex," I explained. "Have you ever had oral sex until you thought you were going to pass out from the intensity?"
"No....I guess it has never been that intense... or lasted that long," she answered.
"I will make a retired old fart comment here," I said laughing. "I would guess that your lovers have all been your age, young in other words. To experience that type of orgasm, you need to have an older lover who will take his time and lead you through sex to a wonderful finish. Remember, it is about the journey and not the destination."
"So, someone older, maybe someone like you," she said with a big smile.
I stood up and faced her. "Look! I am not hitting on you or trying to start anything. We are just talking."
"I am intrigued. Are you saying that you like to give oral for a long time? And that you can cause a woman to have that intense orgasm?" Jen asked.
"I have been known to do that. Yes, indeed! In fact, I think I was better known at the Swingers' Club for my oral skill more than the size of my dick," I answered.
"You guys don't know me very well yet, but I tend to say whatever is on my mind," Jen said. "I have read your new story and we have had a very exciting talk about sex ... and my underwear is soaked. I am calling your bluff!"
I put my hands on her arms and said seriously, "As I said, I am not hitting on you. I certainly would not want to cause marital problems with my new neighbors. Nor would I want you guys to become distant toward us. We both love how friendly you are and would not want that to change."
