Just Across The Fence Ch 03

These episodes won't make much sense unless you start at the first one and read them all in order.

Everyone's over eighteen, of course.

Chapter 3. The Next Day

Beth and I rose the next morning around eight and hobbled unsteadily back down the hall to the master bath, both of us more than a little sore from our marathon lovemaking session the night before. Soaping up one another in the shower was relaxing and pleasurable, and I washed Beth's hair for her, rinsing it with conditioner. After toweling off, I dried her hair with the blow dryer, and brushed it out, as she sat on the toilet.

And while I did that, she treated me to a leisurely, languorous, blow job to take care of the boner that I had acquired in the shower, no one being more amazed at that development than me. She began by slowly licking her way up my stiff cock from base to tip, again and again, making sure to pay attention to all sides equally, before pausing to suck my balls into her mouth, first one, then both together, manipulating them with tongue and cheeks, careful not to squeeze very hard. Finally releasing my family jewels to once more sway back and forth gently below my cock, she worked her way back to the tip, kissing and licking, eventually arriving at my swollen glans, where she paused just long enough to lap away the oozing precum she discovered on the tip.

At last, she opened her mouth and engulfed the upper end of my manhood, sucking, and bobbing her head up and down vigorously for a couple of minutes, an exquisitely arousing sight and feeling for me. Then she surprised me, getting to her feet, but bending over as she did so to keep my cock in her mouth. She then began to push herself down further and further on me, and I watched fascinated as my cock disappeared into her mouth and down her throat, until her lips rested easily against the mat of pubic hair in my groin, and she could take me no deeper. We had not discussed her level of comfort for this kind of action, but apparently, she had decided to just show me.

She only held me that far inside for a short while, before pulling herself off, to sit with my cock off to the side resting against her cheek. "That was just a sneak preview of coming attractions, darling," she informed me. "Hope you liked it."

Still wielding my brush and blow dryer, I told her, "Wow, when's opening night?"

"Soon, but not this morning, for that," she replied. "Hang on, and I'll finish you off nicely." Once more she dropped down and took my pulsing erection into her mouth, and this time when she began bobbing her head up and down, only dropping down about half my length at each stroke, she kept up the action until I felt my climax catching up to me, and I came deliriously, ejaculating my hot sperm into her hungry mouth. At the end she playfully stuck out her tongue to briefly display my final deposit of semen before eagerly gulping it down.

Once I regained my equilibrium, I threw on my clothes and told Beth I would just drive my truck back home and fix us breakfast there, but she informed me that it would take her a while to dress and put on makeup for her lunch date with Sue, and that the 'snack' she got from me after our shower together was all the breakfast she wanted. I suggested that, when she was ready, she could drive around to my place for coffee until it was time for her to go meet Sue, and she agreed.

I was just finishing up the breakfast dishes when she came in and grabbed a cup out of my hand, stepping over to fill it from the coffeemaker. We made ourselves comfortable at the kitchen table.

"I have to say, Beth," I told her, "That last night, and this morning too, exceeded my wildest expectations. I think you must inspire me. At my age, I never expected that I would ever again in my life have such an intense and satisfying night of lovemaking as that was."

"I'm not sure I would really call what we were doing last night 'lovemaking'," she suggested. "It was sex, all right, but I'm pretty sure most people would call it just plain old fucking. But that's what I wanted...what I needed...and that's what I got."

"Was it enough to relieve the sexual tension you said you were experiencing?" I asked.

"Mostly, I think," she replied, nodding...and smiling lasciviously at me. "And just knowing that now I can get more of the same whenever I need it, is more comforting to me than you can ever imagine."

"Yes, you know how we engineers like to make sure our clients are happy, and keep them satisfied," I quipped.

"Well, this client is both," she assured me. "If I didn't have to leave in five minutes, I'd show you here and now just how much I want more of last night in my life."

So instead, we spent the five minutes smooching deliciously, me seated at the breakfast table and Beth straddling my lap, leaving me with yet another throbbing boner when she finally surrendered to the ticking clock and left. Ten minutes of reading economic news on the internet, and fuming at politicians who seem bent on spending the country into the poorhouse, sufficed to distract me enough for my erection to subside.

I spent the middle of the day on yardwork, cutting back Beth's hedge around the gate so that we could use it without having to duck under the overgrowth, and then trimming the rest of the hedge back, since apparently the yard service wasn't being paid to do that. When I was done, I had restored it to sensible dimensions and shape, although there were numerous unsightly gaps in the foliage, as always happens when pruning an overgrown hedge. I wasn't too worried about it, though, because privet tolerates pruning extremely well, and I was confident the empty areas would be filled in with lush new growth within a month or so. I left the pile of trimmings by the fence, in case Beth wanted to use them to get a compost pile started. If she didn't, I would just toss them on mine.

Beth called me about half an hour after noon, to tell me she was spending the afternoon with Sue, to meet some of her kids and grandkids. I told her to have fun, say hi to Sue for me, and that I would take her out to dinner again tonight. I showered quickly, grabbed a snack lunch, and crashed on the sofa in the den for a nap.

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At four, the alarm on my phone woke me, and I was about to grab some iced tea from the kitchen when, through the sliding glass patio door, I saw that Beth was back, sunbathing again, on a chaise lounge out by my pool. I did a cartoonish double-take when I realized that, this time, she really was naked, her shorts, panties, and halter top neatly folded on the stone bench beside her. Fixing two glasses of tea, I went out to join her.

She jumped slightly at the sound of the door, having apparently dozed off in the warm sunshine. "Oh, hi, sleepyhead," she called. "I looked in and saw you, a while ago, and had half a mind to come in and wake you up with a surprise blowjob, but you looked so comfortable and peaceful asleep, I decided to leave you to it," she said, adding, "Thanks," as I handed her a glass of tea.

"You're welcome," I told her. "Next time I'll take the blowjob. I can catch up on my sleep when I'm dead."

"OK, I'll remember that," she promised, with a grin.

"I see you're one of those neighbors who takes the expression 'make yourself right at home' quite literally, apparently," I teased her.

"Well, you invited me to come over here to sunbathe, remember?" she reminded me. "And when I looked around and saw that, with your privacy fences, no one's ever going to see me back here, I decided to take advantage of it. I'm not a big fan of tan lines."

"'I' can still see you," I pointed out, impertinently.

"Yeah, well, after last night it's a bit late to get a mulligan on that, isn't it, lover?" she pointed out. "Anyway, why don't you come out here and grab some sun with me? Not to be snarky, Caspar, but you could use it."

"That depends," I told her, with a chuckle. "How much do you like boiled lobster?"

"Um, well enough, I guess," she replied, puzzled. "Why, is that what we're having for dinner?"

"No, that's not what I meant," I said. "An hour in full sun out there with you, and that's about what I would look like, unless I use some strong sun block. I don't tan."

"Don't tan? At all?" she blurted out.

"Not even a little bit," I assured her. "I'm an albino."

She stared at me nonplused for a moment, then slowly nodded. "The white hair....?" she asked.

"My hair isn't white because I'm a geezer," I said. "It was this color the day I was born. But at least, getting old has stopped people from thinking it makes me look weird, thank God."

She blanched suddenly, jumped up, and ran over to embrace me, her ample tits bobbing delightfully. "John," she cried, clearly distraught, "I'm so sorry, when I said that you could use some sun, just now, I had no idea..."

"Shush," I told her, reassuringly, holding her shaking body tightly in my arms. "I know you weren't being mean, and I'm not offended, trust me. When you lived here before, you were so young you probably didn't realize my appearance was unusual, and now I just look like all the other white-haired codgers you see tooling around the supermarket on their electric scooters."

"Forgive me, John, please?" she begged, almost sobbing. "I never meant to..."

"Beth, there's nothing to forgive, relax," I told her as soothingly as I could.

Gradually, she calmed down, finally pulling back to look, still worried, at my face. "You're not mad at me?" she asked, her lip quivering endearingly.

"In my whole life, Beth," I promised her, "Even if I was mad, I've never been able to stay that way very long at a beautiful naked lady pressed up against me with her arms wrapped around my body, and I seriously doubt I'm going to start now."

She began to giggle, and I laughed with her. "It's our secret weapon, you know," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "We girls don't fight fair. And now that you know that, I have to kill you, of course. You don't mind, do you?"

"I'm OK with it, so long as I get to choose how I meet my end," I said with a smirk.

"And what did you have in mind?" she replied, grinning. "As if I couldn't guess..."

Parodying a TV new announcer, I droned, "Police found Mr. John Miller at his home this morning, in bed, dead from unknown causes. Authorities are searching for a suspicious-looking female subject seen at the home, naked, saying that they are puzzled by the undertaker's apparent inability to wipe the smile off the face of the deceased..."

"Why does that choice not surprise me?" she asked, rhetorically. "Well, if I'm going to have to kill you with sex, it might take me a while," she grumped. "When would you like to start?"

"Our dinner reservations aren't until seven..." I remarked, innocently.

"Well then, that might be long enough to get the job done," she allowed. "No rest for the weary."

"And no time like the present," I agreed. "Your place or mine?"

Glancing over her shoulder across our backyards at her own home, Beth said decisively, "Too far away." She released her hold on my body, grabbed my belt buckle, spun me around, and led me back into my home. "You come with me," she insisted firmly.

As she led me inside, I told her, "That level of coordination is a bit tricky to manage, but I'll do my best...."

As we passed through the den, the sight of the twin shapely mounds of her naked ass bobbing along right in front of me inspired me to decide I couldn't wait until we reached the bedroom upstairs to get started. From my position behind her, I reached forward and grabbed Beth gently but firmly by her upper arms and steered her over to the area in front of the fireplace, with its huge faux bearskin rug. There I stopped and pulled her back against me, released her arms, and reached around her body to clutch her swaying, pendulous breasts in my hands, and massage and fondle them softly, tenderly, as I nuzzled, licked, and kissed her long, elegant neck and sexy, pliant earlobes, so conveniently accessible to me in front of my face. I pressed my raging erection against her backside; its shape and size against her flesh could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was, even when felt through the thin fabric of my shorts.

Beth was clearly enjoying my manhandling of her plump breasts, her tender, erect nipples, and her sensitive earlobes; she brought her own hands up to cover mine, and press them more firmly still against her bosom. She leaned comfortably against me, her head pushed back nuzzling my shoulder sensuously with her soft hair, as she moaned in mounting arousal and pleasure. Finally, she murmured into my ear, "I'm ready, darling, how to you want me?"

"Face the hearth, baby," I directed her, and she lazily obeyed me, while I grabbed a blanket from the shelf under the coffee table, which I kept there for wintertime occasions when I wanted to nap on the sofa. I quickly folded it and tossed it on to the hearth in front of Beth, where it would serve to protect her soft hands from the rough brick. "Lean over, lover, and brace yourself with your hands on the hearth." I said, and again she obeyed without comment. The elevated hearth was about two feet high, and with her arms braced there and her feet on the floor, her legs spread wide, her ass thrust back, she was bent over in front of me, her cunt easily accessible, in perfect position for a doggystyle fuck. It only took me a few seconds to strip off my T-shirt and shorts, freeing my rigid, eager cock, and we were ready to begin.

I lined myself up behind her, grabbed her hips for leverage, and pushed my straining rod forward into her pussy. She had said she was ready, and her sodden cunt affirmed that she was telling the truth; the copious lubricious secretions of her vagina rendered my ingress smooth and unhindered, until my crotch fetched up against the delightful obstacle of her firmly muscled backside, and I could go no further. She sighed in contented bliss, and I began fucking her in earnest. In the polished, mirrored glass door of the fireplace insert directly in front of us, I watched her bouncing, jostling breasts dance to the beat of my repeated powerful thrusts into her, an enthralling sight if ever there was one.

As the intensity of my ardor built, both the tempo and the vigor of our lovemaking increased. As I felt the first stirrings of my approaching climax, I warned her, "Getting...close..."

"M...me...too," she responded breathlessly, and raised one arm from the hearth up to her crotch, to begin flailing her clit urgently; my cock sensed her busy fingers diddling herself just above where it was plowing its way in and out of her soaked twat. By careful handling [and probably a healthy dose of luck] we achieved simultaneous orgasms; Beth twisting and squirming in my hands, tossing her head around, as she screamed her intense pleasure, while I finished with a series of ecstatic upthrusts that almost lifted her off her feet, pumping her quivering pussy full of my hot, slick jizz. When my involuntary spasms of lust finally abated, I lowered us both carefully onto the bearskin rug, making sure to maintain the slippery connection of our flesh. We lay together, gasping and sweating, as we slowly regained our senses.

When my deflating cock finally slipped out of her, she rolled to face me, and we embraced and kissed passionately. We lay in each other's arms to recover.

'I don't imagine I'm lucky enough to be the first girl you've ever fucked on your nice bearskin rug like this, am I?" she asked me playfully.

"Whether any woman I ever fucked was 'lucky' on account of fucking me here or anywhere else is debatable," I replied. "But as to how many have had the dubious honor of experiencing it here, well, I'm not sure, but I suppose we could step into my study and look at the ledger I keep, a record of every fuck I've had in my entire life, to see where you stand."

"The scary part," she teased me, "Is that I'm half-prepared to believe you really do have a ledger book like that."

"But at the least, I can assure you, you are well up on the leaderboard among the ladies you're competing with," I added.

"A dubious honor, indeed," she remarked.

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Over dinner, at her insistence, I related to Beth the joys of growing up with white hair, skin that never tans, and weak vision that required thick eyeglasses.

"What does needing glasses have to do with being an albino?" she asked.

"When a human fetus develops, the eyes originate with skin cells," I explained. "Since an albino's skin is defective-very little pigment, or none at all-very often they have vision issues as well. I have a whole laundry list of congenital eye pathologies to cope with."

"But...you only wear glasses when you're driving," she protested.

"I had lens replacement surgery six years ago, because of cataracts," I explained. "I was able to afford special implant lenses specifically designed to mostly correct my terrible astigmatism. I'm not up to 20/20 vision, but I get around OK without glasses for everything except driving and movie theatres nowadays."

"But prior to that, I wore glasses, all day, every day, starting as soon as Mom could get me to leave them on my face. Honking great, horn-rim, coke bottle lens, glasses. Marty McFly's dad's glasses."

"Well, I'm glad to hear the news lenses have helped," she said.

"And even if you had been deliberately trying to get under my skin about being an albino," I told her. "There's not much chance you could have said anything I haven't already heard a thousand times. I've been worked over by pros. Kids may look cute, but a lot of them can be brutal sadists when it comes to talking shit to anyone who looks a little different from them. You quickly learn to grow a thick skin, and a sense of humor, to absorb or deflect the bullshit, but it still stings. Maybe if I'd been big enough to fight them, it would have been different, but instead I was scrawny and bookish...which I still am, for that matter."

"It sounds like you had kind of a tough childhood," she commiserated.

"Oh, not really," I admitted. "In retrospect, we were well off. At the least, I was always regarded as a top student, and I was proud of that. Over the years, from time to time, I've run into many of the kids that used to taunt me, and it's funny in a way how many of them have had a rough life. Someone famous once said that the best revenge is living well. If that's true, then I got my revenge many times over, so I try not to be too bitter-or smug-about it."

"Well, it's sad you had to go through that, but it sounds like maybe it just made you stronger," Beth observed.

"Could be, I never thought of it that way before," I replied. Wanting to change the subject, I asked, "How did you enjoy your lunch date with Sue?"

"It was great," she said. "Sue brought her mom's old photo album. I was in a few of the shots, and we had fun trying to remember those moments, and of course we told each other about how our lives went since we were separated so long ago."

"Telling her about Jim was only a two-hanky affair, which is actual progress, if you can believe it. Of course, you know she's also a widow, so she understood; actually, she cried too."

"Her daughter and her daughter-in-law, and some of their younger kids, were spending the day together, so she took me to meet them."

"Um, you know, I feel kind of bad that I first spoke to you almost thirty hours ago, and I haven't asked yet if you have any kids," I confessed.

"It's OK," she said. "We both knew we were skipping a few steps last night when we jumped into bed together. Jim and I have a son, Andy, He's twenty, and he's presently a midshipman at the US Naval Academy."

"That's very impressive," I told her. "I'm sure you must be very proud."

"We both were," Beth said, "Jim especially. He and his dad were both navy enlisted men, but the proudest day of Jim's life was the day we took Andy to the airport to fly to Maryland to start his first year, just two months before Jim died." She had been fiddling with her phone, and finally held it out to show me a portrait of her family; herself, a young man who had to be Andy, handsome and tall, and a fine-looking middle-aged man in a police uniform.