I received a phone call from my former neighbors, Don, and Jen last Thursday. They moved to Portland, Oregon several years ago. We were next-door neighbors for fifteen years before they retired and moved north. They were great neighbors and are wonderful friends. Don and Jen invited me to spend time with them. I accepted and booked a plane ticket for the following Tuesday.
Tuesday rolls around and my bags are packed for Portland. My current next-door neighbor, Denise is taking me to the airport. I text Denise that I am ready, and she tells me to come on over. I lock the front door and head over. Denise is already getting into her little red Miata.
"Hey stranger, ready for your next encounter? I bet Jen is waiting to get her hands on that huge cock of yours."
"Good morning to you Denise. So, busting my chops this early in the morning?"
"Maybe I'm just a little jealous. I'll miss you."
"Don't be. You can get your hands on this huge cock any old time."
"Well, I plan to."
I throw my suitcase in the back and crouch down into the front seat of her sports car. We lean together for a good morning neighborly kiss. Denise puts the pedal to the metal, and we are off to the San Luis Obispo County Airport. Mmm, San Luis Obispo, that reminds me, I need to call my gal-pal, Catherine and tell her I'll be up in Oregon for the week.
Denise and I share info about the past few days. She tells me all about the trials and tribulations of managing at Sprouts. In no time at all, we are pulling into the passenger drop-off zone at SBP. I lean in for a goodbye kiss and Denise pulls my head close for an extended lip lock. She snakes her tongue into my mouth and French kisses me for several moments. We break contact and I must catch my breath.
"Just wanted you to know what you'll be missing up there in Portland, while your honey tries to seduce you."
"Denise, you're killin' me. Yes, I will miss you. I doubt I'll be seduced. After all I am visiting both Don and Jen. I don't think Don would be too thrilled."
"Enjoy."
"Thank you so much Denise. I owe you for this."
"No, this is payback for last Thursday night. You really rocked my world. And just so you know, I'll have a welcome home surprise waiting for you."
I must suppress my cock as I get out of the car. Denise has a way of getting me hard with just a few words. She waves as she drives off and I am left contemplating what the week has in store for me.
It's a quick flight up to Portland on a small commuter jet. Don and Jen are waiting for me just beyond the security gate. All three of us are excited to meet up again. Don grabs my hand for a strong shake and Jen wraps her arms around me and kisses me on the lips. Wow, that's what I call a welcome.
"Great to see you old chap. How was the flight?"
"Smooth and uneventful, just the way I like it. It's great to be here, you both look healthy and happy."
"We are. The northwest agrees with us. Don has been playing a lot of golf and I have found several groups to keep me busy. It's so good to see you. I can't wait to show you our new home. Unfortunately, we don't have a pool, but then the summer season is short, and it doesn't make much sense to invest in one."
Don and Jen and I catch up on our lives as we leave the airport and head downtown. It appears no time has passed as we reminisce about the old neighborhood. I tell them all about Denise and how well she is maintaining the house. I leave out the parts about our sexual liaisons and naked pool time.
Don and Jen take me on a tour of Portland. We spend an hour at the largest downtown bookstore and only scratch the surface of its three floors. We stroll through the rose garden in Washington Park later in the afternoon. Don leads the way as Jen, and I follow. She takes my hand in hers.
"I'm so glad you are here. I've been after Don to invite you up for the longest time. I miss our days swimming in the pool and you lurking around in your backyard."
"I guess I wasn't terribly discreet, was I? Can you blame me, after all I was living next to a sexy lady who enjoyed laying in the sun?"
"I always had the sense that you were watching. Secretly, I was hoping you might join me. You certainly got an eyeful on occasion."
"I wanted to be respectful, but I'm a pushover for beautiful ladies with huge breasts. I must admit I loved peeking through the fence and watching you rub sunscreen all over your body."
"That's not all you saw. Am I right?"
"Well, if you're talking about a certain Silver Bullet vibrator, I have to come clean. Yes, I saw you enjoy yourself a few times. It was such a delight, you are truly a fabulous, beautiful lady. I miss those times."
"I still use my Silver Bullet from time to time."
Our intimate discussion is interrupted by Don who tells us to catch up. The day is getting late, and he doesn't want to miss our dinner reservations. Don says he is taking us to the best steakhouse restaurant on the entire West Coast.
Dinner is a lively affair. We are seated in a high-back booth with pictures of prize fighters adorning the wall. The leather seating is plush. Don recommends the Porterhouse cut with mushrooms sautéed in vermouth. I must admit it is the best steak I've had in years. Jen is seated between us. Occasionally, I feel a hand slide along my thigh. I look at Jen and she blushes.
At some point between the main course and dessert, Jen takes my hand and places in on her leg. I stroke her smooth inner thigh for several minutes. My fingers touch the silky fabric of her panties and I discover a wet patch; all the while she continues to speak as if nothing is happening. Occasionally, she closes her eyes and concentrates on my touch. I hope no one in the restaurant is privy to our little amorous activity under the table. Our little dalliance ends as we are handed dessert menus. Jen suggests I try the vanilla bean custard. She says it is extremely creamy and then licks her lips. She is playing me for all I'm worth. Hopefully my hard cock will deflate by the time we leave.
With dinner and dessert behind us, we drive south to their house in Lake Oswego. It's a lovely two-story set among tall trees with a nice view of the lake in the distance. Jen provides a tour of the inside while Don prepares a nightcap in the kitchen. Jen takes me into her master bedroom and bath. She points out the four-poster kingsize bed and winks.
Back in the kitchen the three of us toast our friendship with a whisky straight up. Jen has unbuttoned several buttons on her blue silk blouse. She is showing a lot of mouth-watering cleavage.
"Rob, I put clean towels and wash cloths in the guest bathroom. Make yourself at home. Don and I are going to call it a night. I'm famished."
We make our way upstairs and retire for the night. My room is directly across the hall from their master bedroom. Before I go to bed, I unpack my suitcase, put away the clothes and wash up. The long day and flight have me weary. Even Jen's antics can't get a rise out of me. My lights are out as soon my head hits the pillow.
Something stirs me awake from a dream. In my groggy state, I sense there is movement somewhere outside my bedroom. I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or if I really hear something. I lay still for a few minutes and consider if I should investigate or go back to sleep. I close my eyes and try to clear my head when a loud moan echos through the house. The noise startles me and now I'm wide awake.
I silently get out of bed and open the bedroom door just enough to peer out into the hallway. Several more moans fill the silence. Slowly, I pull the door handle until I can see across to Don and Jen's room. Their door is wide open, and a night light barely illuminates the scene on the bed. Jen is naked and facing me in the reverse cowgirl position. She slides up and down Don's hard cock. Her huge tits sway and bounce with each thrust. I've never seen Don's cock before and didn't know he was so well hung. I am mesmerized standing in the shadows watching his thick shaft disappear and reappear within Jen's hairy pussy. It dawns on me that Jen is no longer waxed. The last time I spied on her all those years ago her cunt lips were smooth as silk with a thin line of pubes adorning her mound. Tonight, a thick jungle of curls resides between her thighs. I must admit, I like the look.
As I watch their wanton display, I wonder if this is for my benefit and if they want me to join them. I need a little more assurance that's the case, after all, I have all week to find out. After spying on Jen's fabulous body and listening to her throaty moans for a few more minutes, I silently close the door and retire back to my bed. It's just now that I realize I have a throbbing erection and no Fleshlight. I'm just too tired to care and will myself back to sleep.
The Wednesday morning sun peers through my bedroom window as I come to life. I have an instant thought, was I dreaming, or did I watch Don and Jen fuck at midnight. The image of her swaying tits and hairy pussy fills my mind. After a quick shower and shave, I head downstairs. Jen is already busy in the kitchen. The smell of bacon wafts through the air.
"Good morning, Rob. Did you sleep well?"
"I did. Your guest bed is very comfortable. My head hit the pillow and I don't think I moved until the sun came through the window."
"Oh, that's good to hear. This old house can make some crazy noises as it settles, especially in the basement. We're not on a concrete slab like the California house. We hear a lot of creaks and groans on some nights."
I think to myself, those weren't creaks and groans, those were your moans. Jen is at the stove tending the bacon. I walk over, she turns and kisses me full on the lips. Well, good morning to me.
"I hope you're hungry. Eggs made to order, bacon, toast, and hash browns are my specialty. Don will be down in a little while. He got to sleep rather late last night."
Don't I know it, and I'm sure Jen did too. I hope they both had a satisfying orgasm or two. It certainly sounded like they did.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No, I don't think so, I have everything well in hand. Besides, you're our guest. I want you to feel at home and take advantage of anything we have to offer."
Oh, my lord. The innuendos are coming fast and furious. Jen plates the bacon and hands it to me.
