The Devil Made Me Do... Bobbi

Author's note 1. Thanks to my friend LittleAlison for proofreading my little story.

Author's note 2. This story is for the

750 Word Project 2025

. Beyond this note and after the title is exactly 750 words. At least according to google docs.

The Devil Made Me Do... Bobbi

When I turned around, there was Bobbi, my 19yo freckled faced, redhead neighbor, standing naked in my bedroom doorway. I couldn't move for several moments. I hadn't seen a tall nude athletic woman like her since college. I guess her need for dry socks after washing my car was a ruse.

"I've always wanted you Mrs. Meyers," she said in a sultry voice.

She couldn't possibly mean that, I'm thirty years older and thirty pounds heavier than her. But yet, her smoldering eyes looked hungry as she sauntered towards me.

"I... I can't cheat on my wife Bobbi." The conviction in my voice wasn't as forcefully as I'd liked.

"But you're so beautiful Mrs. Meyers. It's been impossible to get you out of my mind. Masturbating to thoughts of you just isn't enough anymore. I need you... now!"

"No." I repeated. Trying to convince myself as well as her.

She caressed the back of my neck then slid her hand up, combing my brown-gray hair. I tried not to pucker my lips when hers met mine. But isn't that just a normal reaction?

"Your eyes say no, but your lips say yes," she whispered seductively.

"No... I won't move, not even an inch." My conviction now obviously gone. But I figured, if I didn't move then I couldn't cheat.

"Ok, I'll play that game Mrs. Meyers." Bobbi giggled.

Her hands floated lovingly over the typical knee length dress I wore to work teaching fourth graders. But her hands stopped when she reached my plump derrière.

"Mmm... you smell wonderful Mrs Meyers." She spoke as her cute face nuzzled into my neck. Her tongue licked me. "And you taste wonderful too." Squeezing my butt as if it was an exclamation point to what she said.

Bobbi gazed deeply into my eyes as she took her time unbuttoning the front of my paisley dress... all the way down to my knees. Her hands slid up my thighs, hips and waist, leaving tingles in her wake. Finally she pushed it off my shoulders, unburdening me from my tired frock.

Her hands continued their exploratory activity as I stood there in a somewhat frayed red bra and panties. At least they matched, I thought to myself.

Her attention quickly drifted down to my comfortable panties. She started removing them with her teeth. Something Connie hadn't done since our honeymoon twenty years ago. She placed a kiss at the top of my pussy and whispered, "beautiful."

Bobbi stood up and made quick work removing my bra, Then cupped my ample sagging breasts, giving each one a kiss.

"Oh how wonderful these are." She softly swooned. But I still couldn't understand how someone so young could be attracted to me.

She lifted one breast to her mouth and licked my nipple until it was as long as I'd ever seen it. Bobbi lifted the other one to my lips, inviting me to do the same. I did. Licking my own nipple isn't cheating, I thought.

Her tongue trailed up and we made eye contact. We both licked the same nipple and our tongues occasionally touched. That was my breaking point. We quickly started kissing with a passion I hadn't felt in years.

Hot blood coursing through my veins stirred a fire in me, the likes of which the devil himself never felt. I became a different person.

"I need to taste you my dear Bobbi." Words I couldn't imagine ever saying.

"But I want to taste you Mrs. Meyers. It's something I've long dreamt about."

"Sixty-nine." We giggled in unison.

I layed on the bed with young Bobbi's pussy spread above me. Her honey flavored lips took me back to college and my first girlfriend Bonnie.

For her part, Bobbi wasted no time. She started licking and sucking my pussy lips with a fervor Connie used to have.

I wrapped my arms around Bobbi's pretty little ass and pulled her sweet pussy into my mouth. I never let go. Bobbi followed my lead.

We both came a few minutes later. Bucking, and twisting, and moaning so loud, we probably could have been heard across town. Her delicious juices flowed from her pussy and into my waiting mouth. I was in heaven.

Later, as we cuddled, Bobbi looked up at me. "Do you think your car will need washing again tomorrow?"

That's when I realized...I could have her again, probably any time I wanted.

And we did. Most afternoons before my wife got home from work.

End.