Where to start? Well, this piece of non-fiction is unlike any other I have read. It is a story of lust, of a craving which has built up for several years. It is about an uncontrollable crush I have had on my neighbor since the first time we met when I moved in several years ago.
She is the cutest soccer mom you have ever seen, and when I say soccer mom, I mean both because her kids play soccer and she is always having to cart them around to practice and games, and because she herself played soccer from her youth all the way through college. She has that awesome build. The toned legs and athletic figure, even after having two kids. She has the cutest little shy voice though, and amazing crystal blue eyes. She rarely puts on much make-up, and doesn't have to. She takes good care of herself, jogging around our neighborhood almost every day, but not because she's the type who is trying to look good for anyone else. She's modest, very rarely wears anything more revealing than a t-shirt and shorts when she's out on her jogs. She has a small business and almost always wears jeans when she goes to her office.
In the last five years I have probably only seen her in a skirt two or three times, not that she's a slob, or doesn't care, but that she is just the type who doesn't have the need to dress in a way that gets her a lot of attention. I would say confident, but that sounds as if she is arrogant and thinks she's above it. She is hard to describe because there aren't many out there like her, just sweet and carefree, not hung up on the material things. She is also married!
We hit it off from the get-go, more so than her husband and I, though he and I became friends over time as well. We all hang out with some of our other neighbors, often meeting on one of our decks and tossing back a few beers and talking about whatever.
Her business and my profession are somewhat similar, so we have a lot in common and often carry on our own conversations while everyone else is talking about sports or the stock market. Her husband is an IT Engineer for a local corporation, and other than computer and investment stuff, he is pretty dry.
I'm a cop, a lieutenant now, and she is always eager to hear what's been going on at work. She has often, when we're alone or through texts, made joking comments about how hot she thinks I am in my uniform. I have also made comments about how hot she is in her little jogging shorts. She is so modest and I can always tell when I get to her because her chest and neck turn red.
Oh those shorts! Man she kills me running around here in those things. They are nothing meant to be sexy or revealing, but I have always found them to be a turn-on. They are the kind of shorts you might see cheerleaders wearing at practice, or soccer players and joggers. They are the ones that are, I guess, nylon, and have what I think they call piping that goes around the edges. They come in all different colors and the piping is usually a contrasting color. She often wears light blue ones with dark blue piping, or dark blue with light blue piping. Anyway, since I was a teenager I have always loved to see girls wearing those. They fit an athletic body just right. Just baggy enough to occasionally reveal some panties when she sits down. I can't help it, when she's around I always find myself trying to catch a glimpse of her vagina when she's sitting around in those shorts. I have seen her panty covered lips a few times as she's moved around, and on one occasion, which I just cannot get out of my mind, I actually saw it.
I never will forget it. She had just come back from jogging and I was at my mailbox in uniform after just getting home from work.
She said, "Why do you do this to me."
I said, "What?"
She said, "You know what I think about you in that uniform, you big tease."
I said, "Well you know what I think about you in those little shorts."
She had really gotten flirtatious in the recent months and this time, I was the one whose face turned red. She giggled and told me to come over and chat while she sat on the porch and cooled down from her jog.
She didn't have to ask me twice! Good God she looked so good. It was hot out and she was all sweaty. She kept lifting her t-shirt up to wipe the sweat off her face and I was about to die seeing her tight little stomach, tummy sounds more fitting, and even the bottom of her sports bra covered breasts. They weren't huge, but were nice and full, probably not that way until after she had her kids.
We were making small talk when her dog started barking inside the front door. It was open but the storm door was shut. She twisted at her torso to look back and tell him to hush. That's when I saw it. When she twisted around, her shorts gapped at one side, and the most beautiful sight I had ever seen appeared. It was the smoothest, cleanest, most beautiful vagina I had ever seen in my life.
I'm in my 40's and I've seen a lot of vaginas, but this one froze me in my tracks. I felt a sudden warmth rush through my body, a lump grew in my throat and my cock got harder than a block of steel.
As she turned back I know she busted me before I could look up. I know my face was red and I probably looked like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then I saw her look right at my crotch. She couldn't miss it as I was standing in front of her while she was seated on the porch.
I immediately reached down and tried to adjust my aching cock, which felt like it was going to bust through my pants. I saw her eyes grow wider, and as she tried to speak, she had to swallow. Then she glanced up at me in a very innocent, embarrassed looking way. There was just silence, which seemed to last an eternity, until she finally said, "Um, how, how was work today?"
I said, "Um, pretty uneventful really. I, I need to get home and get out of this uniform."
She glanced back at my crotch, I could tell she was trying not to, and said, "Yeah, um, I need to get in and get a shower." I said okay and that I would see her later.
As I was walking off she said, "Hey, Tim is having all the guys over tonight for poker, it's his turn to host. Did you get your invitation?"
I told her yeah but that I suck at poker and would probably pass. She said, "Ah come on, it'll do ya good. Besides, I dropped the girls off for a sleepover and I'm going to be all lonely. If you lose you can hang out with me."
Well hell, I thought to myself, I'm in. I told her okay and that I would see her in a little while.
Next thing I knew I was standing in my bathroom about to get in the shower. I honestly don't remember walking back home and getting out of my uniform. I was in an absolute trance. I could not think about anything but that beautiful vagina I had just accidentally seen peeking out at me. I think what made it all the more amazing was that it was accidental. She is so conservative with her appearance, so sweet and almost innocent acting, even with the little bit of flirting she has done with me, that I felt almost as though I had committed some forbidden act, like I had just gotten away with stealing a rare diamond, or the Mona Lisa. It is so difficult to describe; invigorating, thrilling. I once went skydiving and even the feeling of jumping out of a plane paled in comparison.
I had a crush on her for so long, enjoyed her company so much, admired her every move; her smile, her sweet voice, her dedication to fitness, to her children... I had felt for some time that I could seduce her, to have my way with her as I have done with so many other women over the years, but unlike all the others, I respected her and fought the urge with all my might. After this though, I don't know if I can hold out any longer.
I had my shower, still unable to get that most perfect vagina out of my mind. I kept having to shake my head and tell myself to get it together. I wanted to jack off so badly, my constant hard-on pounding and pulsating; as if it would burst out of its skin. I did not though, somehow thinking I wanted to save it in case I got lucky with Carly that night.
