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Good Neighbors
Chapter 1
By James Bellamy
They had sat there round the coffee table many evenings before. It was
a comfortable ritual, first dinner with lot's of laughter, then coffee
here in the three tub chairs around the marble table that sat before the
large old fashioned bay window looking out on the front yard. Allen was
a friend, a confidant, a charming visitor. He sat now reveling in the
retelling of one of his favorite anecdotes that started with a preamble
that went so far afield in setting the stage that he forgot what the
anecdote was in the first place. Lois smiled at the two of them, Allen
and her husband Andy. It was kind of nice, she thought, having both of
them to give her attention, to make her feel good about herself on
evenings like this.
Allen, since he was not her husband, would listen more carefully to what
she had to say, laugh at things she thought were funny; much more than a
husband does after so many years of knowing her stories. Allen was
separated from his wife and Lois knew that he really truly liked her.
She knew also that he enjoyed the pleasure of looking at her; the
occasional glimpse she gave him of her cleavage, the top of a breast
boosted by a pushup bra and a loosened button. She looked quickly at
Andy, realizing that not all those glimpses were accidental. She
straightened slightly in her chair.
It had been unkind of Andy to mention that Allen might be losing his
boyish figure during dinner, she thought. She poured everyone another
cup of coffee, touching Allen's hand to steady the cup as she did so,
and noticing how his eyes followed her. He was balding slightly, and
yes, she admitted, he was a little overweight, but he was her trusted
and trusting friend, and she did not like seeing him hurt, even a little
bit. Her touch was intended to make up for the little discomfort he
must have felt earlier.
"Allen, don't you pay any attention to Andy, I love you just the way you
are! Most of us appreciate a little extra to hang onto in a man, you
know! Whose opinion do you care about, mine or Andy's?" She laughed
and planted a kiss on his forehead, then a chaste peck on his lips,
too. "Besides, you are the only one who really loves my cooking; we
have to stick together against the bad guys, don't we?!
"Absolutely. Absolutely, my beauty . And thanks for the wonderful
dinner again, and ..........above all,......... for the dessert of your
kiss!!!!"
Andy laughed to himself. He was proud of Lois, happy that Allen was so
appreciative of her, and that it pleased her to be admired by both men.
"Hmmmm," he thought, "Lois is a little enthusiastic tonight. I think
she might just be getting a little excited."
"OK you two, enough of the mutual admiration society meeting!!" Andy
laughed. "I can't wait," he thought, "to see if she has gotten aroused
by this gentle flirtation." He knew there would be a telltale wetness
ready and waiting for him there as he trailed his hand up her thigh.
Thinking about it made his cock semi-rigid, down his thigh, trapped by
his pants. He noticed that Lois' nipples were clearly evident, capping
her trim smallish breasts, longing to be suckled.
"Later", he thought, "But soon, I hope." Andy's tongue flicked out over
his lips in an involuntary reaction to the sight of his wife's alluring
shape.
Allen soon said his good-byes and was off down the street whistling an
aimless little tune.
Andy helped carry the dishes to the sink for Lois to do the washing up
duties. Reaching around her from both sides to drop a plate in the
water, his hands caressed her breasts through the silk of her blouse,
squeezing and lifting them.
"Hmmmmmm." She murmured, sounding like a contented cat. She smiled as
his hands slipped down to fondle the mound at the apex of her body.
Then he was under her skirt, his finger finding the split of her pussy,
probing her soft lips.
His finger found what he was expecting, the telltale little pool of
wetness under her panties.
"I thought so, love," he laughed seductively into her ear. "I'm off to
bed, don't keep me waiting too long, now!!!" His hands trailed across
her body, exploring, touching, lingering.
Lois hurried with her chores, then up the stairs, turning out the lights
as she went. Ducking into the bathroom, slipped out of her blouse,
slipped out of her skirt and slip, then let her bra slide down her arms
to expose the little pink nipples, now rigid with her excitement. She
rubbed her breasts, to get rid of the feeling of the bra's tightness,
then pinched her nipples gently. Her hands slipped her panties off her
hips and down her legs. She stepped out of the ring of panties and then
rubbed a wash cloth over her mound and her pussy lips. She dabbed a
drop of perfume there in the light blond curls covering her mound and
thought of how Andy would sometimes rest his nose just there as his
tongue was happily mining the juices of her pussy. Lois slipped her
nightgown over her head.
Andy was sprawled on the bed nude in the light of one small lamp on his
side of the bed. Lois felt the disappointment sweep over her as she
realized that he had fallen asleep already. It was getting to be a
frequent thing lately. She thought it was because of the stress of the
difficult times at the office, but she couldn't quite get the hurt of it
out of her heart. But tonight, she really wanted him, she admitted, and
knelt by the side of the bed.
Andy was snoring deeply. Lois looked at the solid looking cylinder
that was his cock, not rigid as she wanted, but still looking slightly
firm. She toyed with it a moment, examining the smooth head, the split
at the tip, her hand finding the velvety skin of his shaft. She leaned
to touch it with her lips, moved along his length, speared her tongue
out at the bulging blunt end. She looked closely at the tiny little
"flavor buds" as she had called the textured surface of his cockhead.
Her tongue tasted him, then slid along the length of it until her tongue
found the sac of his balls. She heard him stop his snoring a moment,
then resume. Her tongue fondled him, making his length completely wet
from balls to the split tip.
She lifted his limpness, then slipped her lips around him, swirling him
around her mouth with her tongue like a Popsicle. Around and around she
moved it, guiding him with her head and lips. She heard him groan with
pleasure, then felt his hand touch her hair, then tangle it with his
fingers, gently forcing her toward his body. She took him deeper into
the wetness of her mouth, thinking that it was like holding him in her
pussy, but with more control. Now, she felt his nice sized cock take on
more shape, rise against the roof of her mouth. Still not rock hard,
but harder, straighter, and she could taste his juices. Lois loved the
taste of his cock, loved the taste of his cum, his semen on her tongue,
loved the way he was starting to fill her mouth now as his cock
responded to her enthusiastic tongue.
Andy snored softly again, his hand relaxing on her head. She felt the
disappointment drift over her again. Still his cock was a pleasure in
her mouth, still gaining girth and length in spite of her sleepy
husband. She continued sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, her
head bobbing faster and faster, her tongue flat against his length,
pulling on his cock with her lips, letting her teeth touch his velvety
skin on the out strokes, bathing the scritches away on the way down his
shaft. Her hand squeezed his balls, and now felt them contract, ready
to propel their load of semen up his long shaft, on it's journey to her
waiting mouth and throat.
She pumped faster and faster, squeezing his nice, hefty balls, urging
him to cum for her, to cum into her throat, fill her with his warmth.
Suddenly she knew he was cumming; thought of the warm thick cum
streaming up his cock to her. She remembered to breathe through her
nose as his hot, hot, semen smacked the back of her throat just as she
was at the bottom of her stroke, his entire six inch shaft filling her
mouth.
Lois' hand found her own mound, holding herself, feeling her juices in
the crevice that split her body. Her finger found the little nub of her
clitoris and she toyed with it as she toyed with Andy's pleasantly hot
cock.
She reminded herself again to breathe through her nose to avoid choking
or gasping at this critical moment. She wanted all of it, every drop,
----- didn't want to let any spill. The second spurt was warm now on
her tongue, she swallowed, letting the balm slip down her throat, waited
for more, as her lips tightened on him, pulled on him like an oversize
soda straw. A third, lighter load creamed over the tip of his cock and
she took all of it, too, all of it; she swallowed and waited for yet
another splash. Her hand was around his shaft now, urging him to give
her more of this magical juice, the life giving syrup of his balls.
Another smaller spurt was her reward and she drank it down, feeling a
little intoxicated with the pleasure of it.
His snoring became heavier almost immediately after a satisfied groan
escaped his throat. His deflated cock lay lifeless on his stomach.
Lois kissed it again, then licked around the head of it, taking one last
lingering taste. She knew there was no hope of rousing him to give her
the satisfaction she craved. She turned on her side and stared off into
the darkness, her hand buried between her legs, warm and consoling, but
lonely.
End of Chapter One
Comments appreciated, send to: jbellamy@renman.net
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