Rather than beautiful she would be best described as voluptuous. She was certainly well built and without a trace of fat. Her legs were long and trim and, arguably, her best feature! She used them to her advantage. With some girls shorts and mini-skirts are a garment of clothing but with Rita they were tools that said "stunning"! I had a special and treasured connection because I lived in the house next door.
It was a terrace house, that is, a single house in a row of identical homes joined together by common walls. In our case, that common wall was not the least bit inclined to prevent sounds travelling from one house to the other. The noise wasn't that noticeable during the day but at night, when everything was quiet and relatively peaceful, you could hear a feather drop next door.
When Gus and Rita made love they unwittingly shared all with their neighbour. I was eighteen and had enough trouble keeping my hands away from my cock without any stimulation from next door. I would press my ear to the wall and join them during their lovemaking. I realized that any noise I made would also be heard on the other side of the wall but it was almost impossible to jerk-off silently. I would try to correlate my actions to theirs so that I would cum about the same time. Rita was easily the most strident and her sounds seem to drive my orgasm to greater heights. I wasn't always sure that every sound I made would be overwhelmed by Rita's moans of delight and, at times, I gave up trying. There were occasions when the sounds of lovemaking appeared to involve more players than just Gus and Rita. Some of these affairs introduced sounds involving unusual noise, pain and promiscuous abandonment that left me wanting and ablaze with lust. Often I would cum before they had finished. I must have fantasized about her every hour of the day.
Gus also had two other treasures that I found very appealing! The first was his car! Not his daily, everyday car but his much-modified hot-rod. He had a garage at the bottom of the garden that had been converted into a small apartment only to be converted back again to a garage, by Gus, to house his special car. This very much-loved vehicle sat on a tiled floor, which was maintained to the same pristine condition as the car. The other treasure offered by Gus was, oddly, his left nipple. More to the point, the gold ring that pierced his nipple! It was something I could never have conceived of. I was overwhelmed by this fascinating spectre because I had never seen or heard of anything quite like it before.
In the 'workshop' Gus wore white overalls with the word "Thong", the name he gave his car, embroidered on the back. I thought it a weird name for a car but most of the photos of the car at various hot-rod 'shows' also featured lusty Rita draped over the car wearing only a thong and wet T-shirt. In the garage Gus wore his overalls and a pair of revealing briefs that were always elastic, very tight and mostly colourful. The buttons of the overalls were never fastened and the garment was open to below the crotch so you could see a great colourful bulge of compressed balls and cock below a solid set of 'abs'. At first I was embarrassed by this semi-nakedness but eventually I grew less anxious and more comfortable watching him.
In fact, I think I became a bit obsessed by his nipple and ring. The thought of it and especially, the possibility of his wife having a similar nipple ring often stimulated me to masturbate at home and experiment with my own nipples. I would fondle my nipples while jerking off. Often I would pinch the nipple or use some sort of a clamp, like a clothes peg, to experience heightened delight. I even put pins or small nails in the clothes pegs to duplicate the piercing sensation! The hurt would be very intense but surprisingly my cock would grow rock hard as a result of the painful but sublime sensation. I did learn that some pleasure could be crafted from the clever manipulation of pain.
Most days Gus would go through a rigorous exercise routine. First, he would remove his overalls and 'work out' wearing only his briefs. His body was hard and tight but not overdone as you can get with weight lifting. While he did his routine I would continue to work on the car but confess to getting a lot of pleasure watching his body as he went through the exercises.
Today he wore pale green briefs that appeared to be a favourite because they were well used and the material was worn rather thin. When he bent over to take off his overalls, the fabric stretched and clearly revealed his hard, athletic butt. It was difficult not to get a little aroused even though he was a bloke! He seemed to be getting a little stirred up as well as evidenced by his obviously swollen cock that had started to spread across the front of his briefs. It wasn't hard and stiff but it was certainly enlarged and obvious. Part way through this session I heard a tinkle as something fell to the floor at my feet. I gingerly picked it up to discover that his nipple ring had unlocked and slipped out. I held the ring out to him but he refused saying, " You put it in for me?"
I reached forward with the ring to hook it back into place but he said that it would require both hands. That meant very much closer contact. The prospect of moving that close was daunting and I felt it was too intimate! I was mortified as my cock grew stiff at the thought of touching his chest and manipulating the ring into his nipple. I panicked and moved forward in an attempt to hide my rising cock but I moved too quickly and couldn't avoid pressing into him and that bulge in his crotch. Disoriented, I gently put two fingers on his nipple and he let out a very quiet sigh. I became pleasantly aware that his nipple hardened at my touch. I was intrigued and squeezed the nipple a little and the quiet sigh became an "ooh fuuck!" I slipped the ring into the hole in his nipple and locked it into position. Gus seemed to respond and almost tremble to my every touch even though I tried to be very gentle. Why I made my next move was beyond explanation. I slid my left hand across his chest and found the other nipple. His body seemed to arch and quiver a little, and he said, "you little cunt!" Being called names seemed to arouse me and he obviously liked my manipulating his nipple because it too, grew into a hard nugget.
A slight but perceptible odour reached my nostrils. It was a pleasant, musky smell similar to that when, in the past, I would start masturbating. I glanced down and I could see that his cock had become so stiff that it had pulled the material of his briefs away from his stomach, leaving a small opening at the top. My hand followed my glance and sought out the gap and alluring scent. A finger slipped through the opening and touched a very hard and warm cock. The feeling was electric! I let my finger slide down the length of the shaft from the hairy end, across veins and bumps to the very damp end. In the excitement, I pressed my lips to his right nipple and ring while continuing to fondle the other nipple. All along I had expected this fun to end abruptly and for things to return to normal. Gus moved his hands towards his briefs for what I thought would be to cover up, I was surprised when he pulled them down and, out of the corner of my eye, I could see bounce out what looked like an enormous, very rigid, cock.
His hand rested on my shoulders and guided me gently but firmly to my knees. I came face to face with his dripping cock and underneath that, a churning, hairy scrotum. While my fantasy dwelled on Rita, this seemed to be evolving as an exciting alternative! Up to now I would never consider what was about to happen to be even remotely possible but my mouth seemed to be salivating as if someone had placed a tasty steak in front of me. I pushed his briefs the rest of the way down his legs to his ankles and he stepped out of them. In so doing his hard, wet pecker brushed against my cheek, sending a feeling of delight through my body. The excitement was building to a point that I was in danger of cuming. In the very brief moment I had, all the implications flashed through my mind; his cock looked far too big for my mouth, he wasn't gay and would not want to continue and most of all, it looked incredibly messy with a mucous thread of pre-cum hanging from the tip to where it had brushed my cheek.
For an instant, everything grew very quiet and I became aware of our heavy breathing. In a heartbeat, I realised that I was hearing breathing from more bodies than just ours.
With acuity acquired at the bedroom wall I knew the extra breathing to come from Rita!
She was somewhere in the room!
There I was, on my knees, with her husbands cock only inches from my mouth!
