Graham Sawyer had been infatuated with Karen Shaw for as long as he could remember. Ever since he was a young man, he had secretly fantasized about the beautiful neighbour down the street. Whenever she came by to visit his mother he would sneak as many subtle glances as he could manage in her direction, taking mental snapshots of the images of her and storing them in his mind to revisit later when he was alone and could put them to good use as he pleasured himself. He was not entirely sure why he was so smitten with this older woman, but what was completely clear was the fact that he absolutely could not stop fantasizing about her.
He had known her from when he was quite young, ever since he and his family had moved onto the street when he was still in grade school. Though he could not exactly recall the first time he saw her, for as far back as he could recollect he had always felt an extremely strong sexual attraction to her. If truth be told she was most likely the first female he was ever attracted to in that way. It would not have been hard for anyone to understand what drew him to her; she was after all, a very beautiful woman, by anyone's standards.
Karen Shaw was probably already in her late thirties when Graham first laid his young eyes upon her. To him, she was quite different than any of the other women his mother's age that he had ever met. There was a certain air about her, more youthful and stylish than other mom's he knew, and she most definitely seemed to place a higher importance on her appearance than most women her age. And of course, she was absolutely gorgeous, at least in his eyes.
To begin with, her body was in fantastic shape for a mother of two. Well toned and curved in all the right places, she obviously took care of herself, probably hitting the gym at lest three times a week. Though her breasts were not huge by any means, to a boy his age, their shape and fullness were far superior to anything he had seen from any of the girls he went to school with, and were more than big enough for him to daydream about. Her hair was blonde and permed, a combination of loose wavy curls on top and tighter curls that fell down well past her shoulders, much longer and more stylish than most of the other women her age in the neighbourhood. And her face was a vision of pure beauty, youthful looking yet experienced, wholesome yet mysterious.
As the years passed by and Graham grew up, his fantasies of Karen remained a constant. Once he became sexually active, his visions of her only became more vibrant and intense, as he imagined the things he would like to do with her as he became more knowledgeable in the art of pleasuring a woman. Oftentimes he would picture her when he had sex, envisioning his long time neighbour as the one giving him a blow-job or writhing in ecstasy beneath him. He even found himself more frequently attracted to women who shared similar features with her, usually opting to pursue curly haired girls, preferably blondes if at all possible.
His hidden desires were closely guarded though. Never once had he told anyone of his secret lust for his mother's friend and he certainly never acted on it, save for the frequent use of her image as fodder for the stroke film that played in his head whenever he jerked off. He hungered for this woman in silence, resigned to keep her as a youthful crush and an unattainable fantasy.
In time, Graham's private coveting of Karen seemed to fade away. He went away to college and rarely, if ever got a chance to see the women who had starred in his teenage fantasies, though if by chance he did catch sight of her, perhaps driving by her house as he visited his parents, he could always feel the familiar twitch in his pants, an almost involuntary reminder of lust long forgotten. It was on one visit to his parents in particular that those faded memories of his youthful infatuation with her came back to him in a most unexpected manner.
He had not seen her in years at this point and in all honesty he could not remember the last time he had envisioned her image as he got off, whether through self gratification or with a woman. A college man now, he was, in his opinion at least, quite sexually experienced and exceptionally skilled at pleasing a woman. He had become something of ladies man, usually keeping several ladies on the go at once and often quite open to try new things sexually with his lovers, whether it was inviting a second woman into his bed for a threesome, or dabbling in light bondage or S&M if that was what she was into.
It was a random fall weekend when Graham came to visit his folks. He had been back to classes for a few weeks and had decided that he needed a few days away from the campus to relax. On the Saturday night he enjoyed a nice dinner with his parents and his younger brother, then excused himself from some further family bonding over a viewing of a DVD, and decided to take a walk in the brisk autumn air to work off some of his mother's pot roast. He grabbed his jacket and headed out, walking down the driveway, turning right at the end and making his way down the street.
As he walked by the houses he grew up around, he fondly remembered his old neighbours. Some were still living there, while others had moved away. He strolled past each driveway and pictured each resident as her remembered them from his youth, smiling at memories he had not thought of in ages. Then he came upon a house that elicited a different kind of flashback altogether.
He slowed his pace as he approached Karen's driveway. Suddenly a wave of images washed over his brain and he immediately felt his cock jump in his jeans. She still did it for him, that was for sure, or at least the fantasy he had built up years ago did. He shook his head in disbelief and wondered to himself what his old crush was looking like nowadays. Almost as if on cue, he saw a figure flash by in the front window of her house. His groin surged again as he was pretty certain he had spotted blonde curly hair in that brief instant. Now almost at a complete standstill in front of her house, his eyes narrowed as he focused on the window, hoping for a second glance. He was quickly rewarded as the figured re-emerged, this time leaving no doubt that it was her. Basically staring now, he strained his eyes to focus and take in the full image of his long lost dream woman. As he zeroed in on the window, he was taken aback as he realized what she was wearing. From his vantage point, it looked like she was wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panties.
Graham could not believe his luck. What were the odds that on this particular night he would just so happen to be visiting his folks, going for a walk and strolling by her house at the exact time she decided to prance around half naked in front of her living room window? Fate seemed to be on his side this evening to say the least. He quickly surmised that she and her husband must have the house to themselves, and perhaps they were engaging in some kinky shit, at least that's what he figured he would be doing if he were married to a woman like her. As he moved to get a bit closer to the house to improve his view, a second figure suddenly appeared beside her in the window. To his utter shock, the shirtless man who was putting his arms around her did not look familiar at all. As the couple moved away from the window, he felt his cock stiffen in his pants as he wondered to himself if Mr. Shaw knew what the missus was up to when he was not at home.
It only took him a few seconds to decide that further investigation of the situation was needed. He quickly made his way to the side of the house, hopped the fence into the backyard and headed towards the back door. If he recalled correctly from his childhood, Karen always kept a spare key hidden underneath one of the big flower pots on her back patio. He was not entirely sure how he came to know such information, but did not really care once he saw the rusty key beneath the second pot he lifted up. Snatching the key up, he headed straight for the door and pressed his ear against it. He could not hear a thing. Holding his breath, he eased the key into the lock and slowly turned it, trying to be as quiet as possible. The door clicked unlocked and he gingerly turned the knob and slid the door open a bit. Sticking his head partway inside, he scanned back and forth rapidly for any signs of movement. Seeing nothing, he quickly made his way through the door and gently closed it behind him. Moving ever so slowly, he had just begun to make his way through the kitchen when he heard voices from upstairs.
Graham knew right away who the laugh belonged to. No matter how long it had been since he had last seen her, it seemed that every single detail about his old fantasy fuck was forever imprinted on his brain. He moved swiftly towards the stairway and paused at the bottom landing, listening to the sounds from above to try and gauge their exact location. Guessing, and hoping, that the noises were coming from the master bedroom, he tried to remember where exactly it was situated up there, eventually deciding that it was at the end of the hallway, if his memory served him correctly. Slowly he made his way up the stairs and snuck a glance around the corner. His deductions had been correct, the master bedroom was at the end of the hallway, and was indeed the location from which the sounds were originating. Taking a deep breath, he softly tip-toed his way down the hall, stopping mere feet away from the slightly ajar bedroom door. Exhaling slowly, he leaned his head forward and looked into the dimly lit room.
It was a sight he could never have even pictured in his wildest dreams. There before him in all her glory was the woman who had for years been the feature attraction in his sexual fantasies getting fucked by some dude on her matrimonial bed.
"That's it," he heard Karen sigh to her lover, "yeah, suck on my tit."
This was getting better by the second Graham thought to himself. Not only was he going to watch her fuck, he was also going to listen to her dirty talking while doing it hopefully. Though his vantage point through the small opening between the door and the frame was not the best, he could still easily make out the mystery man positioned on top of her missionary style, pumping his hips back and forth. Her unknown lover leaned in and kissed her forcefully, then was pushed away from her as she moaned loudly in appreciation. He sat up and placed his hands on her knees, spreading her legs apart further as he continued to piston his pelvis in and out of her. She reached back and clutched at the bed sheets, her head rolling back and eyes squeezing shut in rapture as she groaned deeply with each stroke of his cock.
Graham could swear he could see the bed actually shifting with each thrust and from the angle of his sightline he could just make out Karen's tits bouncing in time with her lover's rhythm as well. Her breathing quickened and her moans increased as her fuck partner began pulling his dick out on each retraction and plunging it back in with each forward thrust. He did this about five or six times, causing her to cry out in anticipation of each reinsertion of his manhood. Once he began to steadily pump into her again, her right hand immediately shot down to her crotch and she started to rub her clit ferociously in synch with his motions. Their fuck pace was incredible, but they soon slowed, and after a couple of minutes he gradually decreased his thrusting and leaned down for a deep passionate kiss.
"Oh..." she moaned as their lip lock broke, "I'm your little fucking bitch."
With those words, Graham's cock nearly exploded out of his pants. Up until then he had merely been hoping to hear her dirty talking, but now that wishful thinking was clearly becoming a reality. As he watched the two lovers make-out during their break from their intense fuck-fest, he could not help but reach down and unzip his jeans, if only to relive the immense pressure.
"You're such a good little fucking whore aren't you?" This time it was the guy's voice coming out of the bedroom.
"Oh yeah," Karen moaned dutifully in response.
"You want some more, huh?" Her lover asked her.
"Mmm, yeah," she replied, "I wanna fuck you."
