My Neighbour Hazel
By
Rellik©

rellik@uymail.com

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are mentioned in this story, it is not to be the conclusion that any part of this story is true, or ever happened.

The following story is a work of fiction containing descriptions of sexual acts between adults. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this.

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New Neighbour

My new neighbour moved into the house next door two weeks ago. She must be aged between sixty to sixty five, she is about five feet tall with a rather full figure, large pendulous breasts, wide hips going on the plump side, and very little or no hairs on her crotch and when she bends down has a very wide backside.

Now how did I know all this when I haven’t even spoken to the lady, or come in contact with her?

I work from home and I have just got over a very messy divorce, but I am glad to say that I came out of it very well, which is rather unusual these days for the man to gain the upper hand. 

Any way back to the story!

As I said I work from home, my study is on a slightly higher elevation to the house next door, and my study window looks into, what my previous neighbours used as a small bedroom.

For the past week this elderly lady presents herself completely naked at this window, no blinds drawn (They have vertical blinds fitted), fondles herself and rolls her breasts in her hands, bends over presenting her rear end to my full view. Not once has she looked up at my window all the time she has been performing this exhibition. I had a distinct feeling from the start that this exhibition was for my benefit.

I have never felt any attraction towards older women in the past, as I always placed them on the mother figure pedestal. But something in the way this lady acts has had a distinct affect on my sexual urges. I vowed to myself that if she started performing again I would go and approach her.

Sure enough, even although I came to my study much later than usual, there she was again. I hurried out the door, nipped over the low wall, and knocked on her door. I had to wait a short time and she opened it up so slightly.

“You have taken your time calling, my name is Hazel. Come right in!”

I slid in the small opening, and she stood there still completely naked. The door was shut quickly; she came close up to me and grabbed hold of my penis through my tracksuit trousers. “You have got a nice big one, Dearie.”

All this time I was just dumbstruck, I just didn’t know what to say. Old ladies like this weren’t meant to be as randy as this lady was.

“I know you would like to fuck me as your Willy has betrayed you. I don’t want loving, I just want fucking; can you do this for me?”

I have never been approached like this before; all I could say was “Yes!”

‘You don’t have any diseases do you?” she asked out right.

“No!”

“You won’t need any condoms as I don’t think I’ll get pregnant at my age,” she said with a chuckle

“Then skip the preliminaries and get your clothes off then lets get into my bedroom,” she said walking into a door off the hallway.

For an elderly woman the bedroom was superb, and looked like the ones you see in movies, but not in real life. It was all decorated in soft pink and lace, and all the lighting was diffused. Real sexy looking if I may say so.

Once I had discarded my clothing, she pushed me to the bed and straddled my shoulders with her legs. There in front of me was the same rear end I had viewed from my window, but now six inches from my face. What the hell I thought I will give anything a go, and one pussy is the same as another. So I reached up and drew her rear end down. This lady was a user of perfume not the strong heady type that lingers in the air for hours like a disinfectant, but the soft subtle aroma. The type of perfume that blends with the natural female body pheromones and complements each other.

I stuck my finger straight into her vagina without any foreplay at all and found that she was very aroused indeed. So I stuck two fingers in and used my thumb to rub her clitoris.

She started gyrating this huge expanse of backside and pushing herself into my fingers.

All this time she had my penis sunk into her mouth as far as it could go. But she was doing it so strange. She opened her mouth wide and pushed her head down closed her mouth, closed her lips tight, and raised her head. It was a totally different experience; I have never been given a blowjob like this before.

I removed my fingers, plunged my face into the ancient cavity, and rolled her now small but erect clitoris with my tongue. Her taste was no different to the younger women I had performed the same thing on. So it didn’t dry up as everyone says. Turn the lights out and you wouldn’t know the difference.

She had had enough of this, got off me, and got up on her hands and knees. “I want you to fuck me doggy fashion, and please ram it home, not too rough though.”

So I mounted behind her and guided my penis between the now swollen lips at the entrance of her vagina, I never got a chance to do anything else, she just moved backwards and I slipped right in. Not as slack as I though she would be, not tight like a virgin, but that of a woman who has used and not abused her vagina.

I just couldn’t resist it I leant forward and reached under her and grabbed hold of these large pendulous breasts. And almost like using them like reins on a horse, pulled her to me.

“Come on, I want you to ram that tool of yours as hard as you can and as fast as you can into me.”

She surely wasn’t subtle this elderly lady. So I released her breasts and took hold of the ridges of her hip bones and started ramming in and out of her, all the time she was rolling her hips. At times it was hard keeping a grip of her hipbones she was moving that much.

So I pounded away which seemed like ages but I doubt no more that five minutes and I just exploded inside her. She received all of what I had been saving for over a year now, as this was the first time I had had sex since before my divorce.

“I really felt you shooting your sperm into me that was just wonderful, thank you so very much. I needed that,” she said still kneeling on the bed but now with her head on the pillow, and her wide bottom sticking up.

I ran my finger up her pussy and my fingers were soaking, I am not sure whether it was all hers or a mixture of both our secretions. I just continued up and thrust a finger into her rectum, I was surprised that her sphincter was so slack, that my finger slipped right in. In fact I managed two fingers, and started sliding them in and out. Again she started rolling her hips. I was still deep inside her vagina and I could feel the shaft of it through her rectum walls.

“I really like it there too!”

I have never indulged in anal sex, I have read about it and been told about it but I have never had a partner who even wanted it that way. So here was my opportunity to try, and with a really willing partner.

In anticipation or what, my penis or as Hazel had called it my Willy was regaining his rigidity. I pulled out of her vagina, placed the dripping head against her anal sphincter, and gently pushed against her opening. At the same time she pushed back on to me and slowly I sank into her rectum. This time it felt a lot tighter but the feeling was almost the same as her vagina.

“Go slow when you are in that hole, Sweetie.”

I did as she asked, and we went into a slow rhythm, as I thrust forward, she thrust back and as I pulled back so she move forward. I took a lot longer this time to ejaculate and it felt a lot less.

“That was nice too, Sweetie,” she moaned into the pillow.

I pulled out of her and noted that I had a brown ring around the base of my penis, and was gazing down at it when she raised her arm and pointed to the other door in the bedroom, “The shower is through there.”

I got off the bed and went into the bathroom, which was so very feminine and turned on the shower, once the water started running hot, entered the cubicle, and let the door close. I started soaping myself, when the door opened and she came in too and started soaping between her legs.

She was doing this in a squatted position and I had my back against the wall. Her mouth was level with my now limp and puffy penis. She just sucked it into her mouth like a piece of spaghetti, and was rolling the head around inside her mouth.

“I don’t think you will get much joy there for a while yet Hazel.”

She just let my penis drop out of her mouth, stood, and started soaping my penis again, but it refused to respond.

I left the shower, retrieved my clothing and dressed. Hazel slipped on a housecoat.

“Can we make this a weekly appointment?” She asked,” No strings attached I just like my sex. I have an elderly lady friend who wouldn’t mind some of the same. Could you fit her in also, she will come here.”

“The answer is yes to both, please arrange a convenient day for your friend, but no strings as well.”

As I said I had never contemplated having sex with elderly women before, but I suppose they still retain the urge and are deprived that pleasure through social conventions. I want no more permanent female companionship. Once bitten so to speak, and this arrangement would suit me fine.

I still hadn’t told her my name; I will keep it that way.

Until the next time.

But then that is another story

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