It was the conclusion of a long and exhausting work week. The thought of me kicking back and relaxing on the back porch with a beer in my hand was all that kept me going for the last two days. I arrived home and ached to get out of my Jeep at my modest three-bedroom home. Next door, I noticed a maroon 4-door SUV parked in the driveway. This is the first action I have seen there since the prior neighbours, an elderly couple, relocated to the city last October. I walked into my house and headed straight to the bedroom to change out of my work clothes. Wearing a pair of black boxers and an old beat-up blue t-shirt, an old pair of runners, I proceeded to the kitchen. I took a beer from the fridge before exiting the back door onto the deck. My face was touched by warm and soft air. It is rare to see 30°C in the middle of June. As far as I was concerned, it was very much welcomed after a long bitter winter. It was an excellent way to commemorate the summer solstice, the longest day of the year.
I was about to sit down when I heard a noise. I looked up and saw a flock of birds take flight from the large hayfield just beyond the back property line. Before landing again, the birds flew numerous laps around the field.
While enjoying the late afternoon sun, my mind wandered through work, fishing, finally fixing my grandfather's old 1986 Cutlass Supreme. The old car is not a classic or anything special to collectors. However, it does bring back fond memories of me, my grandfather and my grandmother heading up north every weekend during the summer. Those were the carefree days, loaded with comic books and candy. I was a happy camper, not to mention spoiled.
As I looked across the vast hayfield, I began to fantasize about a specific young and attractive coworker who had been working at my side for a little less than a year. She was 27 years old, with long beautiful golden blonde hair, pert lips, and moderately sized breasts. In my fantasy, I would whisk her away for an afternoon of love and passion at one of the nearby beaches. I typically fantasized about her until I get her pants off. Reality usually sets back in about then. This time was no exception. Oh well....
I continued to drift through different thoughts until a small European girl in her early thirties with wavy shoulder-length black hair emerged from the hedge between the two houses. She wore a red checkered shirt and cut-off denim jeans that revealed most of her delicious little ass. Her blouse was unbuttoned down to her shorts; the top button was undone; only the zipper kept her shorts closed and in place as she approached the deck.
She introduced herself pleasantly, "Hi, my name is Macassa. Everyone calls me Mac. We just moved in next door. Does it bother you if I come up? "
"Hey Mac, I'm Brian. Sure, c'mon up, would you like a beer? "
" Oh yes, please, that would be wonderful, Brian. " She gave her top a couple of quick tugs, emphasizing how hot it was that day.
The lady, 11 years younger than me, leaned back with her butt against the railing of the deck. I was quickly taken in by her upbeat personality; she seemed to have both feet set firmly on the ground. We spoke for a few minutes.
I stood up and went inside to grab her a beer. She sat down in the chair next to mine. When I returned, she had pushed her top open wider, but not far enough to see her small breasts.
Sweat beads glistened on her beautiful olive skin. I would have given anything then to slide my hand between her breasts and over her tummy and kiss her wonderfully symmetrical belly button. Damn! I reflected as I handed her the can of beer. I had a major crush.
We continued our conversation when Mac revealed, "My two sisters and I just moved into the house next door."
"Wow... three sisters living in the same house? That will be the outbreak of World War III. " I chuckled.
"No, no, we get along phenomenally well in every way," Mac said. "Mezzie is 33 years old, black hair like mine, and the same size as me; we always wear each other's clothing." Mariah is extremely tall, short black hair, standing at five-foot-nine, and she is quite slender. She'll be 35 years old next month. Brian, how about you? Are you married or do you live alone? "
"Yeah, I've been living here by myself since my divorce." So I swapped. "I don't have any brothers or sisters."
Mac wasn't model material, but she was still a beautiful woman in her own way. She had a smile that could light up a room. Mac sat down with her legs spread apart and had a habit of reaching inside her blouse to massage or pinch her tits. Mac's nipples appeared to be trying to penetrate through the thin fabric of her blouse. She made it nearly impossible for me to look the other way.
"Is it bothering you that I'm sitting here with my shirt open?" Mac asked, her eyes riveted on mine.
"Oh fuck no!" I commented. "No way, not in the least!"
"Good!" Mac sighs pleasantly and smiles. Mac and I covered our jobs. The way she sat in her chair, her body language suggested she would be a total slut, the polar opposite of my ex-wife. I would never have guessed in a million years that she was a lab technician at our local hospital. After several more minutes of mundane small talk, she changed the subject to something far more pleasant for her and me.
"Do you like to fuck, Brian?" Mac enquired, then she told me "Both my sisters and I enjoy fucking every morning. As soon as we wake up, the three of us have sex."
"I'd love to see that! Of course, I like to fuck."
"Oh-you will trust me. Did you know sex keeps you healthy and happy? " She offered
"Well, in my marriage, there wasn't enough sex to do either one." I joked around.
Mac isn't one to play games when it comes to sex. For example, all the ladies I know call it oral sex or dress the wording up in some way, but not Mac... it was either sucking cock or a blow job.
After a bit, I could see that Mac was letting her guard down and was getting very relaxed with me, but I hadn't realized how comfortable she was getting until she let her shirt drop on her chair. In doing so, she revealed her tiny round globes. Her areolas were about the size of a nickel and her nipples stood erect and eager to be sucked indefinitely. Mac stood up slightly and pushed her shorts to the ground with her hands, then she kicked them off to the side. She stared out over the open field while she lightly rubbed her thick, dark and hairy muff.
"Mmm... Brian, I'm in love with this place. We have the only two residences around here. I hope you don't have anything against us simply wanting to remove our clothing and inhibitions and play whenever the mood hits. You are very welcome to come over and join us." According to Mac.
"Hey, if you wanna run around naked and do whatever, it sure won't bother me any and yes...I'll gladly be there.
Mac turned and stared into my eyes to see if I was serious about what I just said.
Then she casually stood up, "Come on, Brian, take your clothes off and masturbate with me; don't have to be shy around me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up out of my chair, then pinched the top of my boxers with her fingers, pushing them to the ground. My semi-hardened dick awoke and slapped her on the forehead. She smirked, then lightly caressed the head of my penis for a second or two before standing back up and lifting my t-shirt over my head.
"Brian, please take your shoes off too and toss your underwear. I want you fully exposed. " Once I got undressed, Mac stood back and looked me over and grinned. Her tongue slid out of the side of her lips as she circled me. She spread my ass cheeks and ran her fingers over my asshole, inserting the tip of her well manicured fingers. Her hand and fingers continued wandering over the rest of me.
"Mmm..." she then stepped back into my focus, "No tattoos, that's good." She appeared to be content with my 45-year-old physique.
"Brian... umm... look at me, do you see any jewelry? " Mac smiled as she drew her hair away from her ears and neck to show me she was not wearing earrings, then made the motion of a chain around her neck to indicate the absence of a necklace. She lifted her left hand, straightening her fingers towards the sky. She then pointed to her ring finger, to show me that she no longer wears her wedding ring.
"Remember, you are divorced, so remove your wedding ring. Is it necessary for you to wear your medical tag at home as well? Take it off, please. " I then removed my ring and tag as she instructed and tossed them on the table.
Mac knelt next to me and moved my chair closer to hers, motioning for me to have a seat. Continuing to kneel, she moved between my legs, "When was the last time you fucked or had a blow job?"
