This story is a fiction.
The Joint
I live in small town America – my wife and I moved into a nice neighborhood. Great for kids, folks don't lock their doors. Our neighbor was a single mom, widowed with two kids.. . Ours and their played together and all was good. Our neighbor, Heather, was late 30s, early 40s with dark brown hair and wet, dewy brown eyes. Heather's skin was very tan, it almost seemed naturally so, but she did not appear Latin. She had full breasts and a delicious and round ass.
Periodically, while Heather was working in the yard, she would bend over to pick weeds, arrange rocks, doing something. If I was a reasonable distance away, she would turn her back to me and bend over and show her delicious ass to me. Sometimes, she would squat and I could see her ass spread out in two delicious portions. While we would chat with her, her shirts always seemed a little loose, ready to afford an opportunity to see how full her breasts were. I was determined to fuck her – somehow.
My opportunity finally surfaced six months later, I was on my back deck smoking a cigarette and smelled something funny. "Shit!" I thought to myself, someone is smoking marijuana! Our small town police are aggressive on everything – speeding, seatbelts, drugs, you name it, there was not a lot of mercy in the judicial system. I stealthily walked across around my yard and ended up walking toward Heather's house with the strongest odor of marijuana. I had taken too long, she had gone inside, but now I knew who was smoking marijuana!
I had waited six months already; I could afford to wait a little longer. About two weeks later, I was having a cigarette and glass of wine on the deck again and I could smell marijuana. Quietly, I circled our houses and finally caught her – first on video of her smoking a joint, then putting the camera in a knapsack, I made my approach.
Heather was startled and leaned over and started to extinguish the joint. I told her quietly but firmly to stop. Those brown eyes turned to me and had a look of fear and concern in them.
"Heather, you know smoking marijuana is a criminal offense and you could lose your children for smoking marijuana?" I said to her quietly.
"I don't smoke in the house and don't do it often!" She was indignant but still looked fearful.
I asked Heather if her kids were still asleep and if she still had a baby monitor, she said she did. I told her to go inside and put the baby monitor camera/microphone in the hallway by the kid's rooms and come back outside with the portable speaker. She save me a questioning look and I told her, "I took a video tape of you smoking weed tonight, and have every night since I moved into the neighbor hood. Don't think about just closing the door and staying there, or I will go to the cops."
"What do you want?" She replied. Her hand shook holding the joint. I told her to dump the joint in her grill and to do as I told her and then we would discuss options.
I waited outside Heather's house on the porch and she returned about three minutes later. I told her to follow me to my house. We both went inside. "Wine?" I said. "Sure, what the hell." She said. I poured to liberal glasses and handed her one. I started to walk to the basement door and turned to see her still standing in the kitchen.
"Follow me downstairs Heather. It would do you well to cooperate." I smirked as I said this to her.
There are sectional couches and a nice granite topped bar in my basement as well as some comfortable sofa chairs. She came down behind me into the basement. I took the monitor from her and plugged it into the wall so we could hear if there was a problem in her house. Reaching under the bar counter, I pulled out a gym bag I had prepared should this day ever come to fruition and carried it with me. I then sat on in the center of the U shaped sectional. Heather watched me sit down but for some reason, didn't sit. It suited my purposes well.
"I suppose you want to know what I want. " I said quietly and took a healthy sip of my wine.
"I do, John." she said and took a gulp of her wine also.
"I can call the cops and get you in big trouble Heather; it will cause all kinds of problems for you, financially, with the police, and with your kids." I paused, seeing this sink in to her brain like lightning strikes in a fast moving summer storm. "Or..." I continued.
"Or what? I have too much to lose here." she stated simply.
"I know you have lots to lose Heather, but I think we don't need to call the police or show anyone this video tape if we can come to an agreement. I said this to her calmly as if I was talking about planting flowers or laying mulch. I felt a stirring in my belly, and could feel my cock start to swell. I was going to have this bitch at my mercy to make her do whatever I wanted, willingly, and find more ways to keep her in my control.
"What do I need to do?" Heather inquired. I could see she was beginning to figure out the consequences. Her hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly and she bit her upper lip.
"Stand in front of me and take off your shirt for starters Heather." I said. I could feel blood surge in my cock, and my heart suddenly thrummed with lust in my ears. She paused for a moment, took another heavy sip of her wine glass and set it down.
Heather crossed her arms across her body and pulled her t-shirt up. I could see her belly, rounded from child bearing and then her huge tits, confined in a lavender lace bra. She pulled the shirt completely off and set it on the chair next to her. She stood obediently waiting and didn't say anything. This was going to be fun. "Heather, you have beautiful tits, I have watched them for a long time. What size bra do you wear?" I asked. Her chin trembled a little and she stated, "I wear a 36D."
"That is nice Heather. Unbutton your shorts and pull them down." I commanded. Not loud, not harsh, this was a soft touch control. Heather nodded her head and unbuttoned the buttons on her short and started to pull them down.
"Heather, you have a nice big ass on you, don't think bad of that, you have a beautiful ass, it is amazing." I said. Heather bit her upper lip again but was keeping it under control. She stepped out of her shorts and was wearing a pair of lavender and white boy-briefs. It was easy to see she had least shaved part of her pussy; you could see the lips of her pussy pressing through the thin cloth.
"Stand directly in front of me Heather." I directed. She took three steps forward.
"Pull down the front of your panties." I told her. She was looking at the floor as she hitched her thumbs on her hips and started to push her panties down. She paused and laid those delicious wet brown eyes on me.
"Pull down the front of your panties, NOW. Don't make me tell you again Heather or..."
Slowly she pulled down the front of her panties, exposing her neatly shaven pussy with a little landing strip.
"Stop." I told her. "Only pull down the front about one third of the way down and stop."
She bit her lip again and complied. Her pussy was about 8 inches from my face now, I took a gulp of wine and setting my cup down, I latched my right index finger to the front of her panties and leaned in closer. I could smell her musk and see the pulse of her body in her hip, thrumming quickly.
"Turn around Heather." I told her as I let go of her panties. She slowly turned around putting her full, delicious ass right near my face.
"Bend over Heather, all the way" I told her. I saw her breath in sharply, but she did it. She bent over, her knees bent a little and she supported her hands on her legs.
"Straighten up, move your legs apart a little more and bend over more." I told her. She gave a little sob and complied.
"Pull your panties to your knees and keep your position." I told her. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she pulled her panties down. As Heather pulled her panties down, she exposed the delicious cleft of her ass, her lovely rounded ass cheeks. The spread apart on their own and her lovely brown asshole were exposed to my viewing pleasure. Her pussy appeared next. She shaved all the way from her pussy to her ass, only a day or two of stubble was present at most and she had nice fat pussy lips and the skin of her labia minora was brown.
I am well endowed, with a healthy and thick eight and a half inches of cock; I could feel the blood surge and my cock pulse in my shorts as fast as her pulse surely was.
"Heather, let go of your panties and spread your cheeks, I want to see the glory of your ass and pussy." I told her thickly, my voice beginning to be heated with lust.
