He is hot and drunk and horny. His cock is jutting up in his shorts. His hand cannot keep away from his hardness. He wants to do something dirty. He drinks from his beer and stares at the television. His hand ambles over the bulge in his shorts. She comes into the room, wearing only a pair of old cut off jeans and a flimsy, nearly see-through tank top. He doesn’t take his hand away from his shorts.
She smiles at him idly. He is wonderful to look at. With his boy next door good looks, and a firm physical laborer’s body, he is perfectly imperfect. He is tanned from days in the sun, and has a glow from the heat. He wants her to watch him, and he rubs at his crotch to make his point. She nods and settles back on the couch to enjoy the view.
They play like this on occasion. After all, they cannot really do anything together since they are both married. But when their spouses are both still at work, or when they may find themselves alone together, when these moments happen, the two of them will take advantage and find ways to amuse themselves. They are great neighbors.
He swigs from his beer bottle and asks her what she wants to see him do. His wife is unaware of the kind of things he likes to do. But, Sara, sitting there, passes no judgement. He likes this about her, and he tells her as much. He has done all kinds of things for her. Sara just shrugs at Steve telling him to do whatever he would like to do. He looks like he has something in mind anyway, and he does the most interesting things most of the time. She tells him she knows what he wants to do – she can read it in his face. So just do it she tells to him.
He stands and begins to pull his shorts down. His cock is released and like a wild animal is bared and ready to go. He stokes it for a while summoning stiffness that is already raging. Sara’s eyes focus sharply, and her smile is encouraging. He smiles back at her and begins to slide his hand up and down his hard on. He keeps drinking from his beer bottle until it is empty. He places it with the other three bottles sitting on the table in front of him. His left hand caresses around his balls, while his right continues to stoke. Sara licks her lips, as she watched him so closely, so intensely. He is muscular, but not overly so, and she loves to see his entire body tighten as he grows more and more aroused. Steve is a map of curves and crevices that are smooth and now, slick with perspiration as he works deftly at pleasing himself.
He reaches over and takes one of the beer bottles from the table. He drains it and he puts the long bottle in his mouth, mimicking a blow job. He winks at Sara, who is languishing in both the heat of the air and the performance before her. Steve then leans over the beer bottle onto a chair behind him, and slowly lowers himself over it, still pumping slowly at his curving cock. The long bottle neck slides into his ass, he cannot get it further, but this must be good enough, because Sara can see the pleasure rising on his face. He rides the beer bottle carefully. Up and down, up and down, his one hand steadying it, while the other jerks at his rock-like member. The veins are pulsing, and his balls have tensed into tiny nuggets. His legs are taut with tension as he squats over the chair, his legs working him up and down.
