The couple next door to our house for almost 10 years were the Wilsons. Good people, good neighbors, about our age, maybe a couple of years or so older. We weren't real tight but socialized occasionally at backyard BBQ's and we had them over for dinner once or twice. They were avid bike riders and kept themselves in far above average shape for their late forty age group. Their one child was grown and gone.
Unfortunately, Dennis met his fate in an automobile accident. As neighbors and friends we of course supported Susan and actually have come quite a bit closer. Val and she would grocery shop together, have lunches, drink some wine, and become friends but she and I didn't have a lot of contact.
On an early summer's day I heard activity coming from her backyard and I wanted to tell her something so I peeked over the five foot fence. What I saw was certainly interesting. Susan was suntanning topless, laid out on her patio lounger with her quite beautiful breasts soaking up the sun's rays and glimmering with a sheen of suntan oil.
I wasn't exactly spellbound but I did hold a very long look at this scene. What man wouldn't enjoy a pretty neighbor displaying such fine features?
After a few moments Susan became aware of my sightseeing and called out in a cute voice, "Is that a peeping Tom I see over there?" This is doubly cute because that's my name, Tom. I answered back, "Sorry, Suzie, I just wanted to ask you something and I didn't realize you were sunbathing."
She responds, "Well, no big deal, Tom. I just hope you liked whatever you saw."
"Suzie, you're beautiful. And 'they' are, too."
Nothing came of that incident. I would come over once in a while to help with something around the house. Lifting or moving this or that. A ten minute chore and gone.
The next summer Susan was at our place complaining about the ceiling fan in her bedroom. The lamps had been out for some time and she couldn't reach them for replacement. "Tom, do you have a tall ladder? I would so like to get those lamps changed out." I do have a ladder that would work so I told her I would drop by the next day.
Now Susan wasn't a sexpot by any means but she was good looking, slender, and very fit. She usually dressed somewhat conservatively but summer brought out the shorts and tees and the sundresses that really worked for her. When I arrived at her place she was in a pair of really short levi cut-offs and a loose tank top. Nothing provocative but it didn't hide that she was a woman.
Susan enthusiastically volunteered to do the lamps. It's a high ceiling so she was to be up there at the top of my 10 foot ladder while I would be at the bottom stabilizing everything. Up she went and the first thing I noticed was the pretty large leg openings of her cutoffs. She had her legs up above me and I can look right into her crotch. Guess what? She wasn't wearing underwear. I had a beautiful view of this woman's pussy. Couldn't miss it, it's three feet way. Plus it's trimmed up a bit and I find that attractive.
Of course, I'm trying not to stare but this is a nice thing. I'm getting a cheap thrill, for sure. Then Susan caught me off guard by asking, "Are you looking up my pants, Tom?" I was temporarily speechless but after a few seconds of silence I told her I couldn't help but notice, with my position and all.
"Well, I don't mind. In fact it's enjoyable to have a man see my stuff after so long. Maybe it gives both of us a buzz and we're both old enough to handle it, right?"
"I could look at your stuff all day long, Suzie." I've always sneaked peeks up girls legs ever since high school and rarely have I been rewarded like today.
Susan stepped down a little on the ladder and bent over to me which completely opened up her shirt to give me a full view of her braless chest and those gorgeous tits I saw last year in the backyard. She held that position knowing that she was on full display. "How about this part, Tom? Do you like titties, too?"
Before I could say a word Susan came down to the floor and stood directly in front of me. "Tom, I'm so horny it hurts. My sex life is dead and the thought of you getting a thrill out of seeing my body blows my mind. How open-minded are you? How open minded is Valerie?"
Once again, before I could respond, she asked if I would like to see her naked. "I could strip right now and get on the bed. You could just watch while I touch myself or you could touch me. It could stay right here and it would be only between us if you want."
"Susan, Valerie and I have had a wide range of sexual experiences so this doesn't shock me. We are quite open-minded in our behaviors. I am very fond of you and I find you attractive. You're a sexy woman."
A long moments pause, then...."I understand where you are coming from and what you are asking. To do what you propose, to comfort you, to supplement your sex life would be a thrill for me. This is something that I would not keep from my wife, but trust me, she wouldn't have a problem with it. In fact, we have comforted and shared ourselves with close friends more than once."
Silence. Long looks to confirm the sincerity of what I have just said. Then, "Please stay with me for awhile. It would make me very happy".
Suzie stepped out of her shorts and pulled off the T-shirt. Wonderfully naked. I moved the ladder aside and she sat at the edge of the bed, legs splayed wantonly. She is really horny. There is no fooling around. She rubbed and caressed her mound seductively before slipping inside with her finger. She frigged herself a bit then moved up to directly stimulate her clit. I'm standing in front of her as a voyeur and it is very exciting. Susan is now laying back but making a point of keeping solid eye contact with me. She stares at me. No speaking. She likes me watching her fuck herself.
This was a little too much for me and I went to her side, sitting on the bed. I slipped off my shirt
to suggest some involvement and reached to touch her breast. It was a gentle holding and rocking with my fingers then a slight pinching of her nipple. She responded with very sexual whimpers. A man loves doing this to a woman, the feedback is intoxicating.
My hand traveled down her stomach to her mound where it mingled with her own. I shared the motions she is doing to herself with my hand atop hers. Then, she withdrew and said her first words, "Fuck me with your fingers".
I went into her with two fingers noticing how very wet she had become. Susan was rocking softly. She was not in a hurry but it was a steady rhythm. Then, a spasm and a shuddering orgasm with her hips lifting with the tremors. She held my hand in place for a moment just relaxing in her pleasure. But she wanted something else. "Tom, go to my drawer and find my pink vibrator."
I brought it to her and she told me to finish her off with it, to take her to another level. I dutifully sat beside my naked neighbor and worked the magic of the buzzing wand. Over the lips, near the anus, on the clitoris, and inside for some plunges. Suzie really responded for as she told me later this was something a little different for her. She uses the vibrator on herself to get off but this was a man doing her and that's what she wanted.
A most pleasurable, grand orgasm came for her when I implanted this whirring fake prick into her and literally fucked her with it. I withdrew, beaming. Thinking to myself, lady, you are so welcome. Glad to be of service.
As I prepared to go back home we discussed what had happened and what it might mean. I reminded Susan that Val would be told of the encounter but not to worry. I guaranteed it would not be an issue with my wife. In fact, Valerie might even encourage similar activities as she is not threatened by the sexual contact and she gets off on these kind of sharing things. Valerie might even think of it as a noble cause. Jealous? Hardly. How could she be with all the sexcapades and sharing we have acted out thru the years.
Was there a possibility of more? A regular connection? Who knows? Maybe. It really depended upon Mrs.Wilson.
Susan stopped me at the door as I was leaving, taking both hands into hers and offered her answer. "Maybe you could screw me sometime, Tom. Would you like that? See what Val thinks of that."
Well, what a nice situation that might be. That's a really good neighbor.
With that remarkably blunt goodbye at the door I left considering the offer. I have Valerie and her sharing mentality so I can't help but smile a little.
