"Just Being Neighborly" (closed)

Paul had his phone attached to a strap on his arm when it buzzed as he leaned on the rail, deep in contemplation.

You will know when-if you put that pretty cock of yours inside me and I either bleed all over you or do not.​

He smiled, and quickly responded,

I will buy the finest silk sheets and happily discard them if I am fortunate enough to make such a discovery! I am presently by your spot by the lake. Could you possibly make a man’s day and join me. I would really like to see you, I will wait if you can come now!​

His double meaning on using come, was intentional. He hit send...and waited!
 
Taylor read the text and contemplated a response. She typed, intentionally misspelling the word that she suspected had been … what did they call it, a double entendre?: Yes I will cum to you. I am not near. Do not know when I can get there. How long will you wait to show you deserve me?

She sent the message, knowing that if he responded, she would ignore it.

Then Taylor looked up from her phone, out the cafe's windows, and across the waterfront park to where Paul -- just 60 yards away -- was now reading her message. And she smiled. Just how long WILL he wait … in an effort to put that beautiful cock inside me?
 
Paul smiled, reading Taylor’s message. His cock hardening against the rail. He wanted to wait as long as necessary, but he had rushed out on Candy without a word. She deserved better, and he was a better man than that. He tried to be clever in his response:

Are you planning to cum to me, for me, or on me?​

He read it and shook his head. Christ this was a high school girl, he had to be careful, and knew texts could be permanent. He erased and started over.

I wish I could wait forever, but I have at most an hour total, and would like to spend some time, I will give you the full hour, but hope to see you as soon as possible. Yours, Paul​

He signed it on purpose. In his heart, he was a bit of a romantic, and was trying to signal, he was not asking her to be a throw away fling. But then he wondered, was that what she wanted, or did she want anything at all, other than to see how hard and frustrated she could make her handsome, well endowed neighbor?
 
Taylor read Paul's text but didn't respond to it. She stood to get a coffee refill and Danish, visited the bathroom, and settled in to watch Paul from her casual but very effective surveillance location.

The hour passed...

And Taylor stayed where she was. She'd decided even before getting her now long gone Danish that she would sit here for two hours … or until Paul left the park for home.
 
Paul stayed one hour. Exactly one hour. He did not text again. Perhaps it was an innocent mistake, perhaps the girl had severely overplayed her hand. He was not some high school boy, fawning over her his first crush. This hide and seek, flirt, tease and vanish was growing weary. He looked across the lake, one last glance. He gave the Danish vendor a nice tip. Them he went home. Taylor started to slip from the forefront of his mind, and was replaced by Candy. Could he really take his Nanny, put that risk in his household. We would see, but it was increasing in appeal over whatever game Taylor was playing? He took off at a brisk run.
 
Taylor was both disappointed and relieved to see Paul suddenly turn and run off out of the park. She wanted the man; she knew that. But, as was the title of a very funny sitcom, Paul was also married with children. She shouldn't be getting in the middle of all that. Hell, she shouldn't have started this by letting him see her tits that morning earlier in the week.

She sent her text, feigning that she'd only just shown up and was sorry, then headed away, trying to justify what Paul had to now be thinking was nothing more than teasing.

…………….​

Back at the house, Candy had just putting Emily down for her midday nap, the older child very quickly joining the state of unconsciousness that the younger sibling had slipped into twenty minutes earlier.

"You're home!" she said with obvious excitement as she heard Paul enter through the back door. She stepped a bit closer, then halted. She knew he hadn't asked for her to handle his cock earlier, and his sudden disappearance from the house had Candy believing that he'd decided it was all a mistake and shouldn't happen again. "Can I make you something, Paul … a sandwich … soup?"

She took one more step closer, trembling with anticipation that he would take her hand and drag her upstairs for sex. She ventured suggestively but tentatively, "Is there … is there anything I can do … can do for you, Paul?"
 
Paul saw the text and ignored it. Maybe she was scared, maybe she should be. He took a moment though, and sighed. For a moment, he thought he had felt real magic in the first time since... maybe forever. Why she was acting the way she was, he didn’t know. Maybe she had acted on a whim, not once but twice, realized she might be in over her head, and had second thoughts. He wouldn’t hold it against her. She was an incredibly sexy girl, who might be less mature than she had initially suggested.

He put his phone away and walked into the house. He saw Candy almost immediately. He heard the excitement in her voice, "You're home!" He was thrilled that she still seemed happy to see him. He owed her an apology. She moved toward him, and stopped, so he moved toward her. She sounded a bit unsure, but so sweet and wanting, "Can I make you something, Paul … a sandwich … soup?...Is there … is there anything I can do … can do for you, Paul?"

Paul closed the remaining gap, and rested his hands folding around her young waist. He looked down into those bright beautiful eyes and tha smiling face. “Well, you can accept my apology. You surprised me earlier, and I needed to think. My marriage is terrible, it just is, other than the children, it is probably over, you’ve probably seen that?”

He stopped, looking for some degree of awareness, but she just listened. “When you touched me, it had been so long, I barely knew what to do. I don’t want to lose you and more importantly I don’t want the girls to lose you. And, I can’t offer any more than right now, telling you, I am dying to kiss you, dying to take you upstairs. I want you to show me what you shared this morning, and then I wat to take that off of you. I want you in my bed, if you still want to go there, if you ever did?”

He felt vulnerable, but also incredibly aroused. He let his hands go down, and cupped her young, firm ass! He leaned in and kissed her, kissed her like a man who knew how to handle and please a woman. Taylor was long gone, Candy filled his senses. “Are the girls okay, can I take you up...I’m sorry about earlier, but make no mistake how much I want you!”
 
"I want you in my bed, if you still want to go there, if you ever did?”

When Paul leaned in to press his mouth to her own, Candy engaged him in a passionate, energetic kiss. She thought kissing was supposed to be like that: wild, wet, wicked. She could see right away from the way Paul kissed that she was doing it wrong. She slowed down, calmed down, and mirrored what he was doing with his own mouth as her arms came up and around his neck, holding their faces together.

“Are the girls okay, can I take you up..."

"They're down for naps," Candy told him, desperately kissing him as she pressed her body hard against his own. "They'll be at least an hour ... maybe more."

She found his growing cock with her belly and pressed hard against it, shifting left and right, hoping that would feel good for him. When he tried to apologize again, Candy begged him to forget it and returned him to kissing her. She pulled back suddenly, grasped his hand, and hurried them both for the stairs.
 
He felt her body adjust to his. She had so much energy, it was exhilarating. But the best Sexy was like a great piece of music, hig crescendos that built off of slow scintillating buildups. The fact she adjusted her momentum and so easily synced with his in a deep and passionate kiss showed him something. She had the potential to be an incredible lover. Making love was as much about sensing where’re your lover wanted to go, as it was leading them to enjoy their darkest desires. When he felt her hands around his neck, and her little body press in trapping his wanting prick, he was feeling thrills and chills he had long since forgotten existed.

She grabbed her hand wanting to run up stairs, like kids, but he took that hand and then swung her back like they were swing dancing. He saw the look, the concern she had done something wrong, or worse yet he had changed his mind. Neither could be farther from the truth.

In one fell swoop he swept her up in his impossibly strong arms. He doubted she had seen “Gone With The Wind” But he would have done Clarke Gable proud, as his Rhett, stopped up Candy’s Scarlett, and het took the steps of his Tara one and two steps at a time. He waltzed her into the master bedroom, and laid his lady on the bed. Quickly kicking off his shoes, he peeled the tight t-shirt off his back, standing only in the nylon shorts, muscles ripped, looking down at her.

Candy, was a name ever so descriptive? Her little, hard body was sooooo sweet, her full ripe curves, wickedly delicious! “I hope we have an hour, hopefully more. There can’t possibly be enough time to enjoy, all I want to do with you!”
 
Candy shouldn't have made so much noise when she did it, but she couldn't help but explode in laughter as Paul swept her up into his arms. It was so romantic, like something from the movies ... which she couldn't know was exactly what her soon-to-be-lover was thinking as well.

She laughed again, this time even louder when tossed her into the middle of the king sized bed. She sat up to her knees, her full ass upon her ankles as she watched excitedly at the sight of Paul stripping off his shirt.

“I hope we have an hour, hopefully more. There can’t possibly be enough time to enjoy, all I want to do with you!”

"We do," she responded with more hope than evidence. Truthfully, there was no way to know just how long Emily would nap downstairs. Candy had been truthful when she said she thought the 8 year old would be down for at least an hour. But … well … sometimes she wasn't. Candy told him, "Just in case, maybe you should lock the door."

After Paul had done that, Candy looked to the bulge within the man's jogging shorts and practically begged, "Show it to me again."
 
Her unbridled enthusiasm was infectious, he felt her energy, the exuberance as she sat up on her heels, kneeling on the bed. "Just in case, maybe you should lock the door." He walked over to the door, and locked it, but was it from his daughter or his wife...the first he cared about, the second, he laughed, maybe his wife could use an instruction video. It would be the last time he thought about his wife at all.

He liked how her eyes scanned him, objectified, he wanted to be her man meat. The way she asked, how could he deny her, "Show it to me again." He stopped approaching her, and looked in her eyes, as he slid the nylon shorts over his hips, his muscular, toned ass. His cock sprang out, but she didn't flinch, if anything she leaned in.

"Is this what you want Candy? It wants you...it's aching for you." He took his massive cock inhis hand, and guided it toward her, his eyes never leaving hers, her eyes never leaving the massive prick that so clearly craved her. He closed the distance, and then took his head and rubbed it along her cheek, leaving a small trailf of precum as he did so. He brought it around, and brushed it across her lips, applying his own special gloss. "Does it please you, is this what you have fantasized about...what did you do when you thought of me?"
 
"Is this what you want Candy? It wants you...it's aching for you."

The teenaged nanny blushed a fiery red as her employer's words. They were so ... nasty. She watched as he grasped his shaft, as he moved it toward her, touched it to one cheek, then the other, then to her lips. She kissed it, then giggled. She felt wetness on her lips and licked them. It was only a drop but it was enough for her to feel it was thick … and for her to taste it.

She grimaced. "Taste's funny, doesn't it?"

Candy asked as if Paul would know what cum tasted like. When she realized how it had sounded, she blushed and giggled again. She'd watched a lot of man on man porn online, finding them somehow exciting. She'd masturbated to them often, again for reasons she didn't understand. She couldn't help but wonder whether or not Paul had ever had another man's cock in his mouth … or his bum.

"Does it please you, is this what you have fantasized about," he asked, pulling her mind from one fantasy to the next. "What did you do when you thought of me?"

Candy wanted to tell him that every single day that she'd ever worked for him and Kathy, she'd masturbated herself to an orgasm. Sometimes she done it here, working … here, on their bed! But she kept that to herself, as well as keeping to herself that Kathy had nearly caught her masturbating right here on this bed.

How ironic to think that if the now-snatch snacking Kathy had caught Candy in such a situation, it might have been the two of them who had or were about to become lovers. Candy had some experience finding joy with another woman, and she wouldn't have turned down the delectable Kathy Kelly anymore than she would turn down the woman's husband.

Candy didn't answer Paul's question verbally, but she did, reach a hand to her back and easily pop loose the bra half of the lingerie set she'd been gifted from the show the day before. The garment fit so tightly upon her firm, tight C-cups that it literally sprung forth to spill her out; the only thing that kept it from landing at Paul's feet were the straps that caught about her shoulders.

Ironically, Candy pressed the bra back to her generous bosom, hiding them for a moment before asking, "Are you going to respect me … you know … after?"
 
Initially Paul mistook her exuberance for a woman steeped in the ways of men, the way she marveled at his cock. Like an experienced fisherman used to 10 pound bass, who had gone deep sea fishing and now had a blue marlin on the sturdy line. In all humility, in the sea of cocks, Paul’s hard prick was a “whopper”. As he ran it over her lips he whispered, “don’t worry, it won’t bite, not as ling as you are good to him!”

His cock throbbed, and the precum glowed in anticipation. She tasted him and grimaced, "Taste's funny, doesn't it?" He looked at her, not that he was aware of. Of course he’d never snowballed, who knows, maybe with her. She did not take him in, welcome his prick as he knocked on her mouth’s door. ‘No bother’ just surprising given the aggressiveness of her earlier cock grab.

Instead she rocked back and unleashed her incredible tits. The youthful firmness and perkiness created a spring like action which almost catapulted the cups of her bra from her perfect chest. He couldn’t help but stare and marvel at their gravity defying upturn. He knelt down ready to cup those breasts and roll thise young nipples in his experienced fingers. Suddenly though she caught her bra and asked a most startling question as she pulled the sexy lingerie back to her bosom, "Are you going to respect me … you know … after?"

Prior to the question, the answer was a resounding yes, not only respect her, treasure, and serve. He intended to spend the next hour worshipping and exulting in every succulent curve. A queen should wish for such unadulterated adoration. But the question meant something very different, he had only been asked this twice before, on had been his wife, the other his first love. He slowed and pulled back the hands about to enjoy her young full breasts, and sat down next to her, his hand gently cradling her to die for waist. He reached over and cradled her cheek, “Oh sweet girl, is this your first real time with a man. I mean really with a man?”
 
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Paul obviously got the meaning behind Candy's question as he sat next to her and asked, “Oh sweet girl, is this your first real time with a man. I mean really with a man?"

Candy diverted her eyes to the bra still held against her healthy mounds. She didn't immediately respond but finally said meekly, "Yes. Is … is that okay? I mean … I don't know what I'm doing. Do you still want me?"
 
He reached over and cradled her cheek. He gave her sweet lips the softest, sweetest kiss. He looked softly into the eyes of a lamb, not the seductress he had assumed. “Yes, I still want you, I even want you more. The gift you offer is special and spectacular. I want you as part of our family. But, are you sure your ready, sure you want me as THE man? I would be honored, but are you sure?” He said it with the tenderness of a father to young girls, but also found it hard to hide the lust of the wolf somewhere also inside of him!
 
Candy let the bra slip from her bosom, giving the man for whom she felt such lust a moment to admire that which her mother and Mother Nature had together gifted her. She took Paul's face into her hands, pressed her mouth to his in a passionate kiss -- employing what she'd learned from him only moments earlier -- then whispered, "You're the only man I would ever want to be with me, Paul."

She didn't say be with me my first time; she said be with me … period! She hadn't been making a point, but had Paul noticed and would he make the assumption that this girl was absolutely and entirely infatuated with him?
 
He watched her little body, her incredible, sexy little body, as she dropped her bra, answering his question more conclusively, and more provocatively than any words could habe. It took all he had to move slowly. Remember the man dying of thirst, not only was thirst about to be quenched, but dinner was being served in the finest orbs he could have hoped for!

She cupped his face and caressed him, loved him, wanted him, and given his shrew of a wife, and the prick tease across the ravine, she was exactly what both his pride and labido needed. "You're the only man I would ever want to be with me, Paul." Should he have noticed the total commitment and infatuation, but that was a piece of subtlety that a man with his blood more in his cock than his brain, sitting next to a gorgeous, topless, delicious young 19 year old was going to notice.

He kissed her back and slid his large, strong hands around her waist and then kissed slowly down her neck, her chest, until he was finally at her breast. Covering her nipple and the tip of her right breast, he began to swirl his tongue around her full firm breast and moaned as he teased her perky nipple...
 
No man had ever had his mouth on Candy's breasts before, and the pleasure of his lips and tongue on her now gigantically swollen nipples was simply unbelievable. She pulled his head tightly into her bosom, moaning out her appreciation, then forcing him mouth to the other nipple to distribute the joy.

Candy lowered herself back to the bed, pulling the man's head with her in both hands, directing him right back to her breasts. She wriggled her legs about until she finally got one on each side of Paul, then dropped a hand to his lower torso to urge him to lay into her crotch when she could scrape her pussy in that tiny pair of panties against his engorged cock.
 
He followed her down, alternating from one breast to the other and back again, licking, sucking, and kissing her fabulous breasts. "Candy, your breasts are amazing, just gorgeous!"

He was now on top of her and the tip of his large, hard cock was trapped beneath the triangle patch of her panties, and his six pack abs. He felt her push into him, and he dry humped her, grinding his cock into her panty covered pussy.

But then he left her nipple and started to kiss down her sexy tummy. He heard her moan as he left her breasts, her nipples rock hard. "Don't worry sexy, my mouth is meant for more than just enjoying your breasts!" He winked and then kissed and licked her tummy. Soft slow, wet kisses and he moved steadily downward, getting ever closer to her little triangle.
 
He wanted to perform oral sex on her. Candy knew it. It was what guys did. They put their mouth on a girl's … yeah, there … and they … well, she'd seen it in porn videos. She'd never known whether what she'd seen online was what real people did in their own beds. Her sexually active friends talked about oral like it was the most incredible thing a man could do with his mouth other than say I do or Do you like the new sports car I bought you?

But she was about to find out … because as Paul kissed his way down her body, Candy wasn't going stop him … as he worked her tiny little pair of panties off her hips, she wasn't going to stop him … and as he put her mouth to her … her …

No … she wasn't going to stop him.
 
Oh yes, Paul was going down on her, and his slow descent was as much to tease him as it was her. You see, unlike most men, who primarily did it to incent a woman to go down on them, Paul actually loved eating pussy. But...only, if the woman got into it...grinding, moaning...and get wet baby...he is down there as a hungry wanting man...give him your honey!

He felt her widening her legs as he moved south, nearer and nearer her treasure. He felt the heat of her mound against his chest, as he kissed her flat tummy, just above her panty line. He slid lower, his shoulders now down between her thighs, he ran his finger tips up and down her inner thighs, as he kissed her lips through the small triangle of those sexy panties. He licked up and down her camel toe. Her panties were already wet, soaking in fact, and he moaned and then licked the outside, saturating them with his saliva.

She was squirming and moaning, and he moved up and put the waist of her panties in his teeth and pulled the top a bit away so cool air wafted in, and her strong musk wafted out. And then he got up on his knees...his cock absolutely pounding...and pointing straight at her. He slipped his fingers and curled them under he waistband. He was grinning like the cheshire cat as he began to pull them down and over the hips she lifted to facilitate his undressing her. Slowly, he pulled them down, and as he did he lifted her legs straight up into an L, and he ran her panities up her firm, shapely legs, until they were off and he held her by the ankles her legs fully extended vertically.

He moved and held her ankles with one hand, and he took the shaft of his hard cock in the other, and ran the tip up and down her silky, wet lips. "Candy, it is so tempting to just fuck you right now, give my cock what it craves...your pussy is beautiful...but I have to wait...I must enjoy something this delicious, and virginal."

He let go of his cock and once again, held her ankles in both hands, but now, still keeping them straight up, he split them into a V. She was putty in his hands, not sure where he was going, but all in for the ride. He leaned around and briefly sucked her toes, and then started kissing down her legs, each side, farther and farther, and spreading her legs wider and wider as he moved down.

The way he moved and kissed her, took incredible core strength, and she saw his pecs and abs flexing as he played this sexy game. Finally he was down, his mouth back at her now bare pussy, her legs held wide in a split that was nothing short of obscene.

It was now he began to dine. One set of kisses up and down her wet lips, and then in went his tongue, and he began to lap, deeper and deeper with each movement. Clit to taint and back again...yes Paul loved to eat pusssy, and hers was delicious...the best he could remember!
 
Candy had wanted this from the first time she'd set eyes on Paul. Oh, not this, of course. With the exception of some porn and R-rated movies, she didn't really have a true understanding of what this was to be!

Despite her flirtatious nature around Paul and then today's outright attempt to seduce him -- capped by that incredible moment when she'd actually clutched his cock! -- the beautiful, blonde temptress was actually a very naïve and unexperienced young woman. She was home schooled with her three sib's and four other neighborhood kids by her bible thumping mother; she was in clubs, but they were all church related; and she'd never been on a date with a boy, let alone kiss one, let alone be touched by one … until now.

She'd managed to view some erotic recordings in the library one day after a less-than-pure club mate of hers showed her how to get past the media center's erotica filters. And she'd found herself becoming immersed in the images once she'd begun associating what she was seeing with her new boss's handsome husband … now stripping her panties from her long legs.

Candy's body trembled down to the core as Paul worked his magic on her. Each move he took was new to her; each was exotic to her; each sent shivers up her spine and made her want to feel him inside her, now … right now. When finally his mouth found her never-before-licked lips, though, Candy suddenly snatched a handful of Paul's hair and pulled his mouth away from her pussy.

"Wait!" she pleaded as her bountiful chest rose and fell in what almost looked like panic. She stared into his eyes for a long moment, then laid her head back onto the bed for yet another long moment. Then … calming herself … Candy repositioned herself; her feet moved apart a bit more and up the bed to lift her knees more, and they parted wider to cause her labia to separate and reveal her tight slit. Then … lowering Paul's head into her crotch once more, she whispered, "Okay..."
 
Paul was trying to do his best work, making sure he teased her entire body, wanting to build and build take her to orgasm, plateau, but only recover a bit...and then move her through increasingly more intense orgasms. His technique as so much better than when he was her age, and he hoped she could benefit from his experience. The benefit of being with a man, rather than a boy. If you are going to be orgasmic, why not learn from the beginning to enjoy multiples...and he wanted to be her teacher.

She looked sexy as hell, her perfect breasts heaving, her toned tummy moving up and down, like waves on a beautiful ocean. He realized she was just catching her breath, getting her bearings, but she was not disengaging, far from it. He saw her reset, and avail herself more. Spreading those legs, opening the gate she appeared to want him to enter, in many ways, perhaps multiple times. Her pussy was glorious and glistening...was there anything more beautiful and tempting than the unbridled desire of a young woman. Finally she was ready, oh she seemed ready, "Okay..."

He smiled up at her, "You're sure its okay...you want my lips, my tongue, my fingers to take you...or is that just a warm up for your real desire?" He made up a pet name, one he hoped she would like, "Kitten, I hope you don't mind if I call you Kitten, but you are so cute and soft, I just want to play with you....so, I am going to assume you have never come with a man...and I not only want to make you orgasm, but I plan to make you orgasm over and over...but to do that...you need to trust me...don't hold back, let your body go and enjoy...spread your arms and jump off the cliff...know I will catch you and take you higher..."

He said not more, he leaned down into those beautiful spread legs, that delicious looking pussy, and he engaged. He had his hand on her inner thighs, lightly massaging and squeezing, his tongue tickled up and down her outer lips, tickling her, and then he slid his tongue inside that labia, and again enjoyed her nectar. He worked her up and down again, clit, lips, taint, even tickled her sexy little virgin pucker, and then back up....down...up...down...up..he lapped at her sweet treasure, licking and kissing as she writhed. He was enjoying her, but wanted to escalate. He moved his mouth, up to her clit, licking, kissing and sucking on her swollen button. Then he slipped one, then a second finger up inside her tight wet pussy....as he slid his fingers in, his felt his cock twitch...'soon boy soon....he couldn't wait to slid into be the first to enjoy ...her tender cunt!
 
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