Through the Fire and Flames

It had been a whole twelve hours since Maria and I crossed the rubicon, and my mind was split about the entire situation.

I had done it; I had fucked my MILF neighbour. Admittedly, I was proud of it, wouldn't you be? We fucked each other's brains out, so much so that I'm still finding it hard to pick what's left of it off the floor. The thing is, I very quickly realised - about a minute or so after ejaculating into the condom - that perhaps it really wasn't a good idea.

I was high, we both were after all, so I could excuse that feeling as just being sheer paranoia and chalk it up to post-nut clarity doing a number on me. However, it really wasn't that simple.

I would have to endure seeing her and, to an extent, her family all the time. If this was fucked up beyond repair, and she never wanted anything to do with me again, this could end very badly. What if she felt pressured into it, if it was just the marijuana talking? That's a one-way ticket to those four, inescapable walls, if she really wanted to take it that far that is.

Then again, we had left on a good note last night, but of course we did, we gave each other incredible orgasms and were still floating on the cannabis clouds. It would have been odder if we hadn't.

My thoughts would have to wait, however, as all of a sudden the doorbell rang, dragging my groggy mind out of the gutter.

Oh fuck, please don't be Maria, please...

I pleaded, throwing my head into my hands and regretting everything that happened last night as embarrassment ate away at me,

please...just for once, will the world just do as I say?

After a second ring of the doorbell, I forced myself up, my heart pounding as I walked towards the door. I had never wanted to be swallowed up by the world as much as I did in that moment, just wishing for the abyss to welcome me in and close the door shut behind me. To disappear entirely sounded right up my ally at this point, but so did the chance to fuck her again, and dirtier than before.

She gave me hints to the extent of her kinkiness last night after all, and that was something I would love to fully explore If at all possible. Yet, I would have to talk to her, speak with her face to face after what happened. It was like a one night stand, except it was far, far worse, because instead of it being some random woman at the bar that your beer goggles convinced you was far hotter than she really was, the woman was not only incredibly fucking sexy, but just so happened to be your next-door neighbour. Oh, the fun of suburbia, all is fair in love and affairs I suppose.

I breathed deep for a moment as my hand slowly reached for the handle, doing my best to postpone the moment as long as possible. Every second bought was a second won, a moment to extend the calm before the storm just that bit more. I was desperate for reprieve, and, as I pulled the door open, my heart felt like it was about to explode.

"Hello sir, how are you today?". Said a woman's voice before the door even fully opened, causing the rapidly developing knot in my stomach to transform into an amalgamation of tied-up ropes that would be impossible to untangle.

"H-hi there," I stuttered, looking down and away like a beaten pup as the door opened.

"Sir? Up here sir,". Said the woman.

I slowly looked up, clocking what was an unorthodox outfit for Maria to be wearing to say the least - long, brown trousers, leading into a brown shirt. Not only that, but there was a package by her legs too.

"Sir?".

My eyes finally met Maria's, but they weren't hers, they were a fucking delivery woman's.

"O-oh," I said, the level of embarrassment I was feeling now at an unfathomable level, "I t-thought...".

"Can you sign here sir?". Said the woman, a puzzled look painted across her face as she looked me up and down.

I took the stylus out of her hand and fumbled my words yet again. "Sure t-thing."

I couldn't even remember what I ordered, and at this point I really couldn't care less, not with my heart threatening to jump out of my mouth. My signature came out as little more than a squiggle as I hurriedly took the package, wishing for the torture to end. Yet, as the woman thanked me and walked away, I knew that wasn't going to happen. In fact, it got a whole,

whole

lot worse.

The woman had been largely obscuring the rest of the outside world to me, not to mention how much a mess my head was that I hadn't been thinking about anything else but the woman at my door. But now that she had moved out of the way, I saw it - or rather, I saw

her

.

On the driveway to the right of mine, bent over and digging around in the side of her car was Maria, tennis outfit and all. Truth be told, I wanted to scream. Scratch that, I wanted to scream and cry, I wanted to turn around and run back inside and never, ever leave.

Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme,

I thought, unable to pull my eyes away from her partially revealed ass. It was like a car crash, and I was a deer in the headlights. I couldn't look away, I couldn't stop stealing an extended look all over her tanned, hot body that was threatening to send a lethal dose of blood to my cock. She wore the skirt and all, no doubt having shorts on underneath, but that didn't stop me from trying to get a decent look.

I was unable to move at first, rooted to the ground as If I had been glued there. My stupid caveman brain was working against me for no reason, and I vowed to have a stern talking to it later. It had gotten me into this mess in the first place, and I was still unsure as to whether it was even worth it, especially if she wanted nothing left to do with me.

Finally, with a level of will I never knew I actually had hiding away within me, I went to grab the door and close it as quietly as possible behind me. However, sometimes, for whatever reason, life is a bitch, because as I closed the door, it collided with something I had completely forgot about - the fucking parcel that got me into this mess in the first place.

The sound that emanated from the box wasn't a pretty one. Something most definitely was broken, and I finally remembered what I had ordered; ceramic salt and pepper shakers (don't ask).

Panicking, I quickly picked the box up, throwing it into the door and hurriedly reaching the door handle again to close it, but, as I heard a voice from across the front garden, I realised that by that point, it was simply too late.

"James?". Said Maria, her voice just below a shout, "James is that you? You don't mind helping me with this shopping, do you?".

No, definitely fucking not.

I thought, but, as I peered through the door and saw her tennis outfit again (why on earth did she have to be in a tennis outfit in the first place? Did she plan this, or does she actually play tennis on a saturday?), I realised I would skin a man to be within just a hundred feet of this older vixen MILF.

"Sure thing Maria," I said, putting on my most confident, bravest voice. I was rather good at this, masking the 'shitting-it' feelings that plagued me, at least I thought I was anyway. Fake it till you make it is a real thing, just pretend you're alright with everything and It should work out, well, in the short term anyway. At this point, this was just a failsafe to prevent myself from throwing up at the amount of anxiety that had slowly been building inside me for the past half day.

"Playing tennis, on a Saturday?". I said, incredulously.

"Oh, you noticed this little thing?". She said excitedly, giving me a 360° twirl of her outfit. All I could think about was how fortunate I was that she did actually have shorts on, because I for sure would have blown my load if she hadn't.

"Hard not to." I replied, looking her up and down before reaching into the side of her car for a couple bags of shopping. "Did you win?".

Maria didn't reply, instead grabbing my hands before they could grab the bags and putting them at the sides of her body, gently pulling me into her. "I'm pretty good with

balls

aren't I?". She said seductively, placing her own hands dangerously close to my cock, "What do you think?".

"Given your track record," I gulped, barely clinging onto reality, "I reckon you scored pretty well.".

"Good one, but no, I lost horribly to my friend Cassidy. She absolutely slammed me.".

Did she now,

I thought,

lucky girl this Cassidy then. Although, to be serious for a moment, if she beat her, Maria is either a terrible tennis player, or Cassidy is in even better shape than Maria...

"Better luck next time then, trouble," I said, my real, non-faked confidence beginning to rise as I realised I hadn't completely fucked it up. I squeezed her ever so gently at the waist as I called her trouble, and I swear I could see stars glimmer in her almond eyes as I did so.

"You don't care about the neighbours seeing us then?". I asked.

It was a valid question honestly. Whilst I personally didn't give a shit, I know people can be funny about these sorts of things.

"Not really," She said, shrugging, "They probably already bitch about me behind my back, being a single mother and all that. Let them look and stare. If it's the most exciting thing for them to see today, then who cares about what they think?".

With that, she threw her arms around me a second time, kissing me passionately as she began to explore all over my body. First, my back, squeezing here and here as she went, tracing each defined muscle with her fingertips. Then, she went further, placing her hands on my ass and grabbing each glute roughly, surprising me as she did so.

"Nice ass.". She said, her mouth nibbling on my ear as she talked.

I couldn't let her have all the fun, so, after holding her head with one hand and the other beginning to search for her ass, I swooped in on her naked neck, and kissed. She seemed to melt in my arms whenever I did this, and it was already having an effect as I could hear faint moans emerging from her mouth as she crooned. Without missing a beat, I moved back up to her ear at the same time my other hand moved down to her supple ass, and whispered softly. "Having fun down there?".

"Oh, you have no idea," Maria groaned, squeezing my ass extra hard this time round.

Things were already getting heated, that familiar feeling beginning to spread down below as I continued to knead her ass and assault her neck. Despite last night's antics that drained me, I was as horny as ever, if not more. I knew that she wanted to fuck me again for sure, and I already knew what she was like. Yet, all I had was a mere taste, a flash in the pan, a flicker of light in the dark. The appetiser was alluring, and, with her next words, she offered up the rest of the main course.

"Are you up to much right now? I could do with some...

help

in the house,". She said, and I almost fired my bolt right there. I'm glad I didn't, I definitely preferred my bolt locked, loaded, and ready. There is always that perfect time during a fuck, that moment when you reach the peak and can't wait to bathe in the euphoria of the moment, and that's what I need my full strength for to reach. With that being said, my bolt was rapidly becoming larger and larger, the proverbial string being slowly pulled back as a tent formed below.

"Nothing, as a matter of fact. I can definitely help with whatever housework you need. Do you need me to bring any tools? I have a selection I think might prove useful here.".

My hand had found its way to her throat as we talked, earning a raised eyebrow and a pair of lustful eyes gawking at me. I wasn't squeezing exactly - that would come later - but my grip was prominent, to let her know I wasn't fucking around. Eventually, I pulled away, searching for a reaction on her face, and it's exactly the one I wanted. She grinned from ear to ear, like a child who was just given some sweets.

"Aren't you audacious." She said, that mischievous smile I love now splattered across her face. She wore it perfectly; it was that tasteful mix of cute and sexy that was so rare to find. I couldn't wait to fuck her again, not only that, but to also see how far her kinkiness went. There's nothing quite like pleasuring a woman, that's for sure, but there's definitely something to be said about tying her up and having my way with her that way. The amount of teasing that is possible and the desperate pleas to be fucked; it's all like kryptonite to my cock.

"Let's go and have a look at what you got then mister.".

"Hold fast," I said, picking up the bags again, "We really need to get this in your fucking house".

Five minutes - and a whole lot of staring at Maria's ass and legs later - and we were in my room again. The memories of last night instantly came flooding back as we passed my couch, then walked up the stairs, yet they hit me like a freight train once we entered my room and saw the large mirror opposite the bed. The tension I felt as soon as we crossed the threshold into my house, let alone once we entered my bedroom, was something else entirely. It took all of my will to not throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my bear-pelt bed caveman style, but now I was just wondering why we couldn't just fuck here, in my room. As if reading my thoughts, Maria spoke to clarify herself.

"I want to christen my bed and show you around. It's a nice place and I take care of it well, might as well show it off to someone other than my bastard ex and the kids!".

I nodded, understanding where she was coming from, deciding to have silent words with my erection so that he could understand too. He couldn't of course, and decided to rage on all the same, yet it's great escape was thwarted, as I had flipped it up between my stomach and jean waistband. Out of sight, and out of mind - at least for the hot MILF in my room that could suck cock like she was competing in the olympics for it.

"Well, here's the '

fun draw

," I said, pulling open one of the draws on my beside cabinet.

"Wow," She said, blinking rapidly as the waft of marijuana and sweetness entered the air, "That really is a fun box...what on earth do you have in there?".

"Be my guest, take a look.".

She contemplated my offer, but only for a moment, before deciding to take it up and reach into the drawer. The potent mix of cannabis with slight hints of the flavoured, aromatic lube that lay within was beginning to disappear, but she was distracting enough all by herself that I hadn't even noticed it's waning hold on the room. She proceeded to sift through a couple of bags and other miscellaneous...compounds...before getting to the kinky subject of our shared desire.

"Rope," She said, pulling it out of the draw, "Handcuffs...", now added to her hand alongside the rope, "Exploding candy...right", to the hand (with slight hesitation on her part), "Paddle...love it," hand, "Aaaand condoms"; you guessed it, to the hand.

"I think that's enough for now.". She said, her voice low and sultry.

She's just as horny as I am it seems...

We left immediately, except this time I walked ahead, wary of how much I could watch her ass sway in front of me before I broke and fucked her right there on the spot. It certainly did feel weird, though, coming over to mine, rummaging around my cupboards, just to take it over to hers. Was I going to question her about it though? Fuck no I wasn't, so I just went with it.

Maria's house was quaint and well kept. Nothing too out of the ordinary really. A couple of children's toys strewn here and there, but, apart from that, it was incredibly tidy. She truly put my place to shame, not to mention she won out in the aromatic department. I had the occasional candle and incense stick, but Maria really took it to another level.

No wonder it took her this long to smell the weed,

I thought, the smell of oodh shaking hands with my nostrils delightfully,

Or maybe it just took all this time for her to pluck up the courage and, well, come over and fuck me.

"So, which one?". I asked, surveying the three doors that stood at the top of her staircase, yet I failed to receive an answer. "Maria?".

A lust filled giggle emerged from her mouth, its tone low and gravelly. She really ticked off all the boxes that just screamed sexy to me, and her spontaneity is what was really getting to me, and quite literally, considering what she did next.

Her arms came in around me, hugging me from behind as we stood at the top of the stairs, but she didn't stop there. Her hands began to wander over my torso, getting dangerously close to my groin every time they ventured south. I gulped, knowing it would only be a matter of time before - and there we go, those claws were now groping me.

Well, I can't say this isn't what I wanted, but...fuck...

She wasn't wasting any time as she untied my shorts, pulled them down, and made me step out of them, sort of like a mother that was helping her son. I can't say that thought didn't rub me the wrong way, all I could hope was that she'd be rubbing me the right way enough that I wouldn't think about her motherly advances.

As she undressed me and teased me, I realised that, although her touch was domineering, it was gentle, and I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about it. It was all quite foreign to me, this nurturing vixen, and yet, as she began to drag her nails across my covered yet hardening cock, I couldn't help but find it hot as fuck, because it

was

hot as fuck. Plain and simple.

I groaned, hitting a low note I never thought possible. I couldn't help it. She just had this vibe about her, and her sweet, smoky smelling perfume - coupled with the equally rich and dark aroma of her candle and incense stick collection that still hung in the air from what must have been earlier usage that day - just added to it. I nearly dropped what I was carrying, and part of me wondered if that was her original intent. Maria would surprise me again though with what she did next.

Without warning, her previously searching talons pulled my underwear down. They pooled around my feet, and no sooner had they begun to hang out with my socked feet did Maria start wanking me off.

"Ooooh fuck," I moaned, "Maria...you really know...how to get a guy by the balls.".

Maria giggled again, toiling with my balls as she juggled them gently in her hands. "Just you wait handsome...".

Her other hand then moved to my mast, feeling up my near-rock hard cock now. She stroked its length slowly, eager to milk me as her two hands settled to work on my two separate, most-erogenous areas. One would softly squeeze my balls, tracing a fingernail or two across my sensitive sack as the other hand would pull on my cock, adding in the occasional teasing of my head. It was truly torturous when she did that, but I was quickly distracted as I could hear and sense her getting to her knees behind me, kissing my lower back, ass, and then the area around my now vulnerable asshole.

"Woah, w-what are you doing?". I said, cursing the fact that I was stuttering and quivering before this five-foot-nothing girl.

She said nothing, yet did let her tongue do the talking, and I couldn't help but cry out in surprise as this newfound, analistic-derived pleasure made itself known to me. I was utterly startled as she began to lick my perineum, continuing to wank me off as she did so, before moving closer and closer back to my asshole.

Note to self; this has never happened to me before, and I nearly shot my load in apprehension as she slowly made out with my perineum. Her tongue continued to travel, reaching ever closer to that cave that I've never explored with another, let alone myself for that matter.

"A-are you...are you su-".

"Shut up.". She said casually, taking a brief break from her oral onslaught, before restarting right at the base of my balls again. This time, however, it didn't take anywhere near as much time for her to find the outskirts of my asshole, and It was causing me to shake. My legs were literally moments away from collapsing as her tongue danced over the edge of my ass her, and, once she had finally decided to cross the bridge that came to her, I yelped again, loudly.