First off, thanks to everyone for the great feedback on my first story. Here is part 2 of the continued saga involving Catherine Dell and her neighbor Brad. Again, these are characters based on people in my real life who occupy very real fantasies. I hope you enjoy the story and I appreciate any and all feedback! And if you enjoy, please don't hesitate to rate my story!
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I was sitting on a large bed in a room that felt both familiar and new. Lying on my back, I glanced to either side and couldn't see the edge of the bed, just white linen for miles. Then I felt something on my legs, I looked down and saw two feminine hands emerging from the foot of the bed. The arms worked their way up my body slowly, sensually caressing every inch of my bare legs as they came closer. The woman's hands curled up and grazed her fingernails into my thighs, dancing and floating towards my uncovered crotch. I had a feeling of excited anticipation and I needed to be touched, to be touched by this woman now. I began to say something but couldn't speak. A shadow appeared from the haze, and then a bouquet of brown hair parted and I saw her face, she was smiling at me. Catherine was smiling, propping herself up on my naked thighs, pushing them apart as she pulled herself towards me, her breasts grazing against the inner part of my legs. I felt myself harden and watched her smile turn into a wicked grin, her eyes staring at me the entire time.
I tried to speak again, and a whisper was all I could manage, "What are you doing here?"
"Don't be silly Brad, I want you to fuck me." She said and then reached for my throbbing cock.
I shot up in bed and looked around the room. Nervously, glancing towards the end of the bed I half expected Catherine to still be there. Nothing. It was a dream and I was still in my bed the night after I found my shy, innocent neighbor, Catherine hosting a naked sex romp at her house in which I gladly partook. To say the least, my head was still spinning.
My wife was already up with the kids. The sounds of them watching TV, playing, and milling about echoed from downstairs. I shook away the last remnants of the dream and I looked out the window towards my neighbor's house. "Now what?" I mumbled to myself.
Downstairs I grabbed a cup of coffee, gave out the hugs and kisses, and pecked my wife on the cheek. "Hi hon, what's the day hold for us?"
"Not much. Swim lessons at 11, then I wanted to go shopping but other than that we're wide open." She said as she pin-balled across the kitchen cleaning and picking up after breakfast. Watching her pale legs strain and flex with each movement took me to the night before when I was transfixed on Catherine's smooth white legs as they tensed up while shutting the shades before turning around to suck my dick. "Honey...honey?"
I snapped out of my daydream and looked up "What's up?" I sipped my coffee hoping the normalcy of the act would disguise my behavior.
"I said would you mind cleaning up the front yard today? Those bushes are a mess and I want to get it done before we go away next weekend." Her voice trailed off as she walked out of the room towards the next clean up task.
"Sure! not a problem." I yelled, and the pangs of nervous guilt immediately twisted in the pit of my stomach. So clean up, in the front yard, right next door to the scene of the crime. Every possible horrible scenario started playing in my head.
What if she comes out? What do I say? "Hey Catherine! How was the rest of your night? By the way, amazing blow job! One of the best! Can't wait to do it again!" Then my mind went to darker places.
What if she regrets everything? What if I was too lost in the euphoria to see that she wasn't into it. Shit, what if she feels I took advantage of her? Like she had no choice but to blow me or I'd tell her parents.
Shit, what if she feels that I violated her in some way, that I forced her to do this disgusting act to a creepy old perverted man living next door? What if she was so filled with shame and hate that she told her parents.
Oh god, her parents. What if...
"Honey?" My wife reappeared in the kitchen as I was mid panic attack on the inside.
"Yeah?" I forced out over my cup of coffee.
"I'm taking the kids to the pool then to the grocery store, if you need anything just text. Otherwise we'll be back later this afternoon, K?" She said as she stepped closer to give me a kiss goodbye. "You still tired? You seem out of it. I was the one who was up with the kids, you slept until 9:30 you bum," She mocked as she smacked my ass on the way out of the kitchen.
"I'm old. I'm always tired!!" I yelled and quickly went back to nervously drinking my coffee.
As soon as my wife's car pulled out and drove down the street I ran upstairs, turned off all the lights in my room, and looked out the window. The hums of leaf blowers and lawn mowers droned on in the distance but it was otherwise quiet on this sunny Saturday morning. I probably sat there for a good 30 minutes watching for any sign of life. The doomsday scenarios started playing in my head again. I envisioned Jay, Catherine's dad, storming out of the house and running across the lawn, hearing his hand slamming my front door as he yelled, "Brad, get your fucking piece of shit ass out here." I got a lump in my chest at the thought.
I closed my eyes and tried to take a deep breath, "everything is fine, we all had a good time, it was a one time, stupid thing. It's fine, it's all fine," I soothed myself. Then I opened my eyes and saw movement.
A car had pulled up and soon Jay and his wife Lena were getting out. Fuck.
The knot in my chest grew tighter and I held my breath as the front door opened up and the two girls, Ellen and Megan appeared. They were both wearing sunglasses, low cut jean shorts that showed off their legs, and flimsy V-neck shirts that held their perky little breasts in place. They were smiling and waving. I strained to listen.
"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Dell!" Ellen yelled from the doorway as they moved towards the parents. I was staring at Megan's long legs again as she strode towards Catherine's parents who were grabbing their luggage from the trunk.
"Hi girls," Lena said, covering her eyes from the sun to see who was coming. "Did you ladies have fun last night?"
The girls were now at the car, a few feet from Jay and Lena. "Yes, we had a great time, thanks for letting us stay over!" Megan cheerfully squealed.
"Not a problem, I'm glad you two could keep Catherine company while we were away, I know she hates being alone," Jay said as he yanked out the last piece of luggage and shut the trunk. "Where is Catherine?"
"Right Here!" Exclaimed Catherine who was hopping out of the house and walking briskly towards her parents. I nearly choked on my own nervousness when I saw her. She was that shy, innocent girl again, not the wanton, dirty girl between my legs, covered in cum last night. Her bare feet glided along the grass towards her parents and she greeted them with big hugs.
"How was the trip?" She asked.
There wasn't a hint of what happened last night in her tone or demeanor. I started to relax a bit.
"Great, got some much needed R&R and quality time with your Dad. So how about you? Did you gals behave? "Lena wrapped her arm around Catherine and nudged her shoulder teasingly.
"Yes, of course we did! And thanks for not trusting me and sending Brad over to check on us!" The lump in my throat returned.
"Well, I'm always going to be a mother, and a mother is always concerned. Also I know what being eighteen is like so I'm not going to apologize for being overly protective of my baby." Lena squeezed her shoulder, "So, is the house a mess?"
"Nope, Ellen and Meg helped me clean up after the huge party last night. Not a drop of beer or vomit to be found." Catherine sarcastically shot back.
"Any beer left for me? I need one after that drive." Jay huffed as he dragged the bags inside.
Megan and Ellen shouted their goodbyes as they walked towards their car parked on the street. I saw Ellen glance up towards my window and swore she smirked. I ducked and tried to get a peek of them leaving but the car was already darting down the street. The door to the Dell's house closed shut and the street was quiet. I sat in my darkened bedroom and pondered my next move. Everything seemed to be fine, no red flags with Catherine or her parents. Maybe everything will be alright and I'm going to get away with last night's adventure unscathed.
I closed my eyes, took another calming deep breath and the image of Catherine on her knees in front of me covered by the cum from me and three teenage boys popped into my head. I was rubbing my cock through my shorts, picturing the two girls sitting on the couch, finger their pussies while watching Catherine pleasure me. My dick stiffened and I set it free. I was laying on the floor furiously stroking, Catherine's face smiling at me in my fantasy. I imagined her small, perky breasts glistening with sweat and semen as she made no attempt to clean herself off. Just smiling.
I was getting closer, my cock head swelling with every stroke and when the pressure in my balls started to build I closed my eyes tighter and pictured Catherine lying on my bed. Completely naked, her long brown hair forming a silken frame around her pale, angelic face. Her legs, which were pressed firmly together, began to part and I could see her gorgeous pussy for the first time. I'm close, pre-cum starts to ooze from my cock and my fist is wrapped tighter, slamming up and down. The image of Catherine lying there, legs spread, inviting me to enter her young, nubile hole has me on the edge. My hips lift up and I can't help but utter her name.
"Ugh, Catherine, I want you. Oh Catherine, take my...cum. Ugh!!" Spurt after spurt of cum splashes onto my stomach and chest as I orgasm. After the last drop slips from my shriveling cock I lay there for a moment and catch my breath.
"Now what?" I mutter again, the question having more than one answer.
I jumped in the shower, washed up, got dressed then decided it was time to do the front lawn. I grabbed everything I needed from our tool shed and slowly marched to the front of the house. My feet felt like they were in cement as I rounded the corner and saw the neighbor's house. That nervousness came back and I quickly lowered my sunglasses and focused on the tasks at hand.
The first 30 minutes were spent weeding and cleaning up the beds in front of my house. Every so often I'd glance over to see if anyone was watching or coming out to confront me. The uneasy notion lingered that Catherine was angry at me and was going to tell her parents that the dirty old man next door took advantage of their sweet little girl.