New neighbors are always of interest, Some more than others. Pam and I are still friends today!
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Arriving home from work last Friday, I noticed several trucks unloading furniture and boxes down the street. The house that had been vacant for a month or so looked to have new occupants.
I was acquainted with the elderly spinster, Nona, who lived next door to the newcomers. We had known each other for the two years I had lived here. She was constantly attempting to find someone for me to date, so it was no surprise when she called Saturday morning to spread the neighborhood gossip.
"I have a new neighbor! A divorcee!"
"I wondered when you would send the good news."
"She is a teacher, thirty years old, recently divorced with no children, just a cocker spaniel. You should meet her!"
My curiosity was captivated. I had always heard rumors that divorcees were often sex-starved. This might provide my first opportunity to investigate.
Nona could not wait, asking me to come over immediately. I agreed to stop by and say hello to our new neighbor.
Pam was five feet three inches tall, with beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair, and fair skin. She appeared to own a pair of medium size breasts and an extra twenty pounds clinging to her hips. Her voice possessed a somewhat raspy coarse tone which was not what I had expected; she claimed it presented authority to her students. Her smile was contagious. She was charming and seemed excited to meet me. Her Maggie dog indeed was.
Pam was not someone I would have sought to date, but I needed to figure out why. I was intrigued to discover if the rumors I had heard held any truth. Our visit was cordial, being escorted by the neighborhood busybody.
Several days later, Pam called, inviting me to dinner, spaghetti. Being single, it was rare that I missed an invitation for food and the possibility to learn more about my new neighbor.
We had an enjoyable evening getting to know the basics about each other. Pam discussed some of the details of her recent divorce. This was her first marriage; he was a professional counselor at the local college and spent most of his time at work.
"I felt sorry for him working so late, so I made dinner and brought it to his office one evening. I knocked and knocked on the door, thinking he had fallen asleep or something. After several minutes, someone finally answered; just a minute!"
"When the door finally opened, I realized his secretary was included in his work! So here I am in my new home down the street from you. He was the one you saw that moved me. He wanted me to stay married while he entertained a girlfriend!"
A week later, I decided to reciprocate and invited Pam over for dinner. My oven-prepared cuisine was elementary bachelor's food. She wore a pair of shorts and a pullover shirt. We spent the next part of the evening enjoying a glass of wine, watching TV, and getting to know each other better.
As the sun set, I decided to move, stealthily reaching to hold her hand. She gladly accepted, gripped it mightily, and snuggled next to me. As the evening progressed, our interest moved to necking and kissing. Being a single male on auto-pilot, my hand quickly slipped toward her groin.
She shuddered at the touch of my fingers, inspecting and petting her through her shorts, immediately adjusting her position to give me better access.
My dick came to life immediately as my fingers roamed the warm, sensitive spot. I could feel my sperm getting organized as my hardness rose to the edge of my Fruit-of-the-Looms.
Pam quickly became aroused; her movements and body language confirmed that she was enjoying my actions. Slipping out of her shorts, she moved over and sat on my lap, cradling the hardness that was now peeking out of my underwear. Breathing heavily, she centered the bouquet of pubic hair tucked neatly behind her liquid-laden panties and rocked back and forth as she attempted to scratch the troublesome itch.
The rumors I had heard seemed to have substance; Pam was well on the way to proving these when she abruptly jumped up.
"I can't do this! I'm sorry." She got off me, pulled her shorts back on, and dashed out my door, leaving my throbbing phallus in agony.
I was devastated and in severe distress. I withdrew my man and jerked a pint of liquid out in retribution.
"I guess this night was not meant to be."
Several days later, as the sun began setting, I heard a knock on the door. Startled by the rare occurrence, I stood up and answered the knock.
Pam was standing outside on my porch, stark-naked, quite nervous.
"Are you going to invite me in?"
"Sure, come in. Where are your clothes?"
"I left them at my house."
"You walked down the street naked."
"Yes, I did! I want to be fucked, which does not require any clothes!"
I was astounded by her boldness.
Pam ripped my clothes off, throwing me down to the floor immediately. My penis instantly inflated to maximum stiffness as she straddled me, lowering herself until she hit bottom. It was evident her body was prepared; I easily slid into her warm moist pussy as she winced with pleasure. I gladly grabbed a handful of her soft, supple breasts, inspecting them thoroughly.
"You feel so good; I have been dreaming about your dick for days. It's bigger than I remember; it rubs all the right spots."
Suddenly her entire body spasmed. Every muscle in her love channel rippled with excitement as she pounced back and forth, feeding the hungry female organ.
Several unfamiliar growls escaped as her orgasm ensued. "Ahhhhhhhhh, I'mmm..... going to.... explode!"
I had never witnessed anyone reach this level of ecstasy.
Teetering on top of my wanting demon, her reservoir burst forth, releasing a torrent covering my shaft and oozing all over me. Her vaginal muscles contracted around me in reassurance, each slight movement ordering additional lubricant.
Pam was in a trance at the pinnacle of ecstasy; her body was not ready to abandon this mountain of pleasure. She shook continuously as the lingering seeps of sex made their way out of her.
We awoke the following morning, cradling each other in bed.
I was curious why her ex-husband would want to seek comfort with others. "I can't imagine your ex not enjoying sex like that. I noticed he has stopped by several times lately."
"Oh, yes. He is constantly bringing things I forgot, especially my house plants, or he is probably interested in spying on me, which is weird."
"Sounds like it.?"
"I have never orgasmed from intercourse; you are the first. I have never felt anything so good. This never happened with my ex-husband."
"What? This is crazy!"
"You are only the second person I have had sex with, so my experience is minimal. Intimate time with my ex was mostly spent as he wanted, always requesting me to dress in slutty outfits he provided and parade around the room. He wanted me to masturbate as he watched and jerked off. It usually only took three minutes for him; I was left to finish myself as he watched, which did nothing for me. I guess he was much more of a voyeur than I realized. For some strange reason, I thought this was what most people's sex life was like."
"What? That's not normal!"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I could probably count the few rare times we had intercourse, which again only lasted minutes. I have never experienced a feeling like I had with you inside me; your dick is amazing, and it fits me perfectly."
I could hardly believe what I had just heard. Pam had discovered an unknown part of her that had just been awakened, achieving orgasm from intercourse, one that she had no intention of doing without ever again.
She jumped up and kissed me. "I must go and get ready for work. See you tonight?"
"OK, I will come over after work. Do you want something to wear to walk home?"
