He turns on the shower water as hot as it can go and just stands there to let the water flow down his naked body. By instinct he grabs his erection at the base and slowly began stroking. It had been a long day that started with the gym at 5am. Work wasn't particularly stressful, but nor was it particularly exciting and there was a growing desire that starts both in his pelvic and the back of his head at the same time. A desire for a blowjob. Not just any blowjob. But a hair pulling, dick stroking, throat fuck that lasts long enough for her to finger herself to orgasm. The kind of blowjob that worships his dick, does its best to completely drain his balls and cause him forget his name.
It's not like it has been a long time since having sex or anything. Him and his wife have it fairly regularly, but a blowjob like that happens once in a great long while and there is something deep in his loins that needs this kind of satisfaction. But she's out of town on yet another business trip. Odds are even if she were here she would only be up to give the kind of head that lubes him up enough to enter into her tight cunt more easily. That's always fun but this particular need is different and not even jerking off in the shower will take enough of the edge off for it to be worth it. So he shuts the water off and steps out of the shower to air dry in effort to get the blood to flow out of his erection. He puts on a pair of navy blue jeans with no underwear, a plain black button down shirt and his sandals before stepping outside to start the grill. If he isn't going to get a blowjob tonight then he damn well is going to have a burger.
He walks around to his patio and there she is. Her neighbor is on her knees in her garden pulling weeds and whatnot. She's wearing short shorts she can get dirty in and a sports bra that makes her perky breasts even perkier. He always enjoyed the eye candy of having a hot neighbor and wondered how she ever ended up engaged to a man that seems utterly disinterested in everything that she does. "He must have a nice dick and knows how to use it" he thinks to himself. But there she is, her shoulder length black hair, tight round ass, and cleavage for days as she gets on her hands and knees while pulling something out of the ground.
"Hey there, Stacey. How's it going?" he says as he takes one last look up and down her body before she notices.
"Oh hey, Jacob. I'm doing alright. I have a free evening and wanted to get the garden in better shape," she says with a tone of resignation that the garden will never be what she wants it to be.
"A free evening? Is Derek around? I'm just throwing some things on the grill and you both are invited to join if you'd like." He suggests while trying to sound casual while not giving away the thoughts that's going through his mind while seeing her on all fours like this. The dirty, sweaty, casual look is real sexy to him.
"How nice of you!" as she stands back up, "I'll definitely take you up on that. Derek is working late again tonight and I have no idea when he'll be home", she says.
"Great. Food will be ready in about an hour. If you want beer bring it over, I've only got the hard stuff to drink tonight." He says while smiling at his own double entendre.
He lights up the grill and goes back to the kitchen to get the meat and veggies ready. With his bourbon in tow, he hauls everything out, sets the table, and throws everything on the grill. While he should feel bad for the dirty thoughts that have been running through his mind, he doesn't. But he does realize he needs to put them away until later tonight for when he's alone. So he takes a drink and busies his mind with the task at hand. In another 10-15 minutes he hears his gate unlock and turns around to greet Stacy. His mouth drops a little bit as she walks toward him. The casual look is great on her he thinks to himself as he admires the tight red shirt that hugs her tits perfectly and a different pair of white shorts. They're not as short as before but they make her legs look great.
"Well hello to you too, neighbor." She says while smiling coyly as if she could read every thought that was going through his head.
"Uh, hey there." He stammers out, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare. You look great." She laughs a little bit, accepts the compliment and mumbles something like "I don't mind, it's nice to be noticed every once in a while." He let the comment drop while taking a guess at exactly what she meant. "The bastard has no idea what is in front of him" he thinks to himself.
They eat and have good conversation. It's that time in the spring where it's cool enough to stay outside late without being hot and uncomfortable. After a couple of beers she began to get a little flirty with him and he happily returned the banter. He's careful to wait for her to escalate the conversation and happily curious to see where this goes.
"So why did you look at me the way you did when I first came over?" She asks and takes a sip of her drink.
"What do you mean?" He asks in a way to try to dodge the question. He's pretty sure if he were honest with her the fun they're having would come to an end.
"You know damn well what I mean. Was it my shirt? They make my boobs look HUGE, don't they?" as she leans back in a pretend effort to stretch out her torso.