Linda - Good things can happen when neighbors help one another
(MF, rom)

I heard them coming before I saw them.  The custom chopper's
exhaust note was low and throaty.  I had just finished my usual
early morning jog and was slowly walking the rest of the way back
to the house when the chopper went by, a blonde haired woman in
jeans and a white, bare midriff top tightly clutching the rider.
The bike swung around in front of my house and the woman got off
at the curb across from mine.  Staggered off, actually, and then
sat down in the driveway.  The bike roared off, its rider never
looking back.

"What the hell?" I muttered.  "Is that Linda?"  Linda and I had
never met face to face, only waved when we passed each other in
our cars.  "Yep, that's Linda," I said under my breath when I
stooped down in front of her.  Drunk, too, or stoned, I thought,
as she gently rocked back and forth in the middle of her
driveway.  It was a wonder she was able to stay upright on the
back of that bike.

"Hum, no purse," I whispered.  Patting her hips, I felt a set of
keys in her front jeans pocket.  "No bra either," I said, having
wrapped an arm around her to keep her upright.  Once I got her
standing, I was able to reach into her pocket and remove her
keys.  "Hum, wet," I said quietly.  Piss or cum, I wondered. 
"Not piss," I said under my breath, after having smelled my
fingers.  She was looking me squarely in the eyes now, or looking
through me, I couldn't exactly tell which.

"Come on, let's get you inside," I whispered.  She nodded, or at
least I thought she nodded.  Once I got my arm fully around her
and one of her arms around my shoulder, I found myself clutching
a large, soft woman, probably twenty to thirty pounds heavier
than me.  Not fat, merely bigger in frame than me.  With large,
soft breasts.  Definitely fuckable, I thought.  I was eventually
able to get her inside her house, no easy feat, given her size
relative to my own.  I wasn't about to undress her, but instead
laid her down on her living room couch and removed her shoes. 
She looked up at me with a glare in her eyes as she placed a hand
between her legs and squeezed them together.

"Wasn't me babe, wasn't me," I whispered.  I slid a pillow under
her head and watched as she closed her eyes and nodded off to
sleep.

Her front door lock being a dead bolt meant I couldn't lock it
from the inside and still get out.  I took the keys with me,
gently chuckling at the soft snoring coming from the living room.
I locked the door from the outside and went home to shower.  And
masturbate while daydreaming about licking, sucking and fucking
the large, soft, very fuckable woman who had just fallen asleep
in front of me on her couch.

Returning from work around 6 that evening, I rang her doorbell,
keys in hand.  She answered the door wearing shorts and an old,
oversized, plain tee shirt, her nipples clearly visible against
the somewhat threadbare fabric.  I got a quizzical look when I
held up her keys.

"Hi.  We've never actually spoken to each other before.  My
name's Paul.  I wanted to return your keys."

"Where did find my keys?  I've been looking all over for them all
day," she said, snatching them from my hand.  She paused for a
moment.  "Sorry, my name's Linda.  Where did you find my keys?"

"I took them from your pocket when I let you into your house this
morning."  There was another long pause and a distant gaze, as
she apparently tried to trace the events of her life from the
previous night.

"Did you fuck me last night?"

"Nope, wasn't me," I replied with a chuckle.  "I only put you to
bed, or more accurately, laid you down on your couch."

"Hum, okay.  I just wanted to make sure.  I was afraid I might
have broken one of my rules."

"Rules?"

"Yes, rules.  I only fuck big men."

"I'm a big man."  She had to think about that for a moment while
staring at my crotch, but didn't say anything.  This was either
one still drunk woman or one stereotypical slow, ditzy blonde.  I
wasn't sure which.

"Anyway, I just wanted to return your keys," I said as I started
to turn to go.

"You sure you didn't fuck me last night?"

"Only in my dreams," I replied with a grin.

"Why not?  You could have, you know.  If you let me into my
house, you could have.  Why didn't you?  You don't find me
attractive?"

"Attractive?  Yes, but that isn't the issue.  I don't find it all
that much fun fucking a drunk woman.  I like women who respond to
me when I have sex with them, rather than lie still like a
slobbering rag doll."  I was met by yet another long, quizzical
stare.  Definitely ditzy, I thought, shaking my head as I turned
to go.  Fuckable, but ditzy.



After yet another long work week, several days pulling double
shifts, I had finally crashed on the bed early Sunday morning,
only to be awakened by the doorbell around 2 in the afternoon. 
Quickly donning a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt, I found
Linda on my front porch when I opened the door.

"Hi," she said, a bit too perky for my still half asleep
condition, as I rubbed my eyes and face.  "I'm sorry, did I wake
you?  You're hard to get a hold of.  I stopped by a couple of
times earlier in the week, but you weren't home.  I can come
back, if you like."

"No, that's alright.  I should be up by now anyway.  Come in." 
She squeezed past me, looked around briefly and then looked back
at me, roaming her eyes from my head to my toes and back up
again.  "Have a seat," I said, gesturing at the couch.  She sat
on one end, I sat down on the other.

"I wanted to thank you for helping me into my house last week,
but I could never catch you at home."

"I work a lot of overtime."  She puzzled over that for a moment.

"You like that, working overtime, I mean?"

"No, not really, but I have expenses."  She looked around the
room at my somewhat sparse furnishings, that same quizzical look
on her face.

"You have a drug habit?"

"What?  No.  My mother's nursing home costs are a bit steep,
that's all.  I pay part of them."

"Oh.  Okay.  Good."  She paused again, studying me, before
continuing.  "I didn't want to ask you out if you did drugs."

"We're going out?"

"Maybe.  But, I normally date big men."

"I told you, I'm a big man."  Like the last time, she had to
think about that for a moment, while squinting at my crotch.

"How big are you?" she finally asked with a whimsical grin, still
staring at my crotch.

"Eight and a half wide."

"I didn't ask you for your shoe size, silly!"

I didn't respond except with a half grin.  She squinted at me
again, gazed back and forth between my crotch and face and then
slid a little closer to me.  Definitely ditzy, I thought, but all
in all, still definitely fuckable.

"Anyway, I wanted to thank you for what you did for me and was
thinking of asking you out for a drink or something."  She slid
over a bit more.

"Ah, no, sorry, I don't drink."

"I bet you don't smoke either."

"That's right."

"So what do you do for fun?"

"I masturbate a lot.  Does that count?"  She half scoffed, half
giggled, staring at my crotch when she did so, but inched a bit
closer yet again.

"Let me get this straight.  You don't drink, you don't smoke and
you don't do drugs.  You work long hours to take care of your Mom
and you don't have sex, except with yourself.  What are you, a
prude, or a virgin or something?"  She leaned back a bit,
squinting at me again.

"You're going to insult me now?  I thought you came over to thank
me."  She was taken aback, but I disarmed her with a smile. 
"It's alright.  I'm just messing with you.  I was married for
about 10 years, but not anymore."

"Divorced?" she asked, sliding over toward me again.

"Yeah.  She and her girl friends liked to go bar hopping all
night."

"Let me guess, she dumped your little ass for another guy?"

"No, not a guy."  She squinted and pondered that for a moment,
finally grasping my meaning and mouthed the word 'Oh'.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, reaching over and touching my arm.
"I didn't mean to be insulting or condescending.  I'm sorry." 
Maybe not so ditzy after all, I thought.  I smiled and let out a
soft laugh.

"What's so funny?" she asked, somewhat defensively.

"Nothing.  I just like watching your reactions to my comments. 
The way you study them and think about them before you respond. 
I can't decide if you're ditzy or just being careful about
drawing the proper conclusions."

"Ditzy?  Now who's insulting who?" she asked, glaring at me for a
moment, before finally softening her gaze and continuing.  "It's
just I've never met someone like you.  All the other guys I know
would have fucked me over and over again if they found me like
you found me last weekend.  But you didn't and I don't understand
why.  You're different.  You're nice . . . and cute."  She slid
closer again.

"Nice and cute?  That's a terrible thing to say to a man. 
Puppies and kittens are nice and cute.  I'll show you nice and
cute."

I jumped up and straddled her lap, placing my knees on either
side of her hips, placed one hand on the side of her neck,
grabbed a fist full of hair on the back of her head with the
other hand, pulled her head back and planted my lips on hers. 
She moaned and opened up, letting me probe her mouth with my
tongue.  I watched as she gasped and closed her eyes and slid her
tongue past mine into my mouth.  A hand slid up my back
underneath my shirt, pressing me upward, while her other clasped
the bottom of my ass cheek through my shorts, her fingers rubbing
my nut sack.

"I'll show you nice," I whispered after I broke the kiss. 
Reaching down, I grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and yanked
it up hard and quick, her breasts popping out and bouncing up and
down for a moment.  I took off my shirt and slipped my knees
between hers, pressing hers apart as I slid down and engulfed one
of her nipples with my lips and teeth, kneading the other with my
fingers.  Alternating back and forth, my fingers and teeth
brought both nipples to large, rigid buds as she roughly caressed
and squeezed the back of my neck and shoulder blades with her
hands.  Each nip with my teeth was followed by a sharp gasp from
her lips.  I glanced up to see her faintly smiling down at me,
her mouth hanging open, her lungs panting.

"I'll show you nice," I said a little louder.  Backing off, I
undid the buttons on side of her Capri pants and pulled them
down, along with her panties, and tossed them over my shoulder
across the room.  I pushed her knees apart, slid my arms under
her thighs and yanked her forward and devoured her labia with my
mouth.  There was yet another loud gasp as she responded by
lifting her feet and knees up and spreading her legs even wider.
My tongue went down to her asshole and then slid up between her
slit to her clit hood.  I paused to suck it in and then slid my
tongue back down and into her pussy hole after I had spread her
with my thumbs.  I repeated the asshole to clit licks for a few
moments, sucking the clit each time my mouth got to it and
tonguing her hole when I went back down again.  Her hands were
frantically clasping at my hair as her hips gyrated erratically.

"I'll show you nice," I said more quietly this time, almost as a
whisper.  Two fingers went into her hole and curled upward
against her g-spot as I planted my lips around her clit and
inhaled it, gently at first, but harder and harder with each
successive thrust and curl of my fingers.  Her earlier moans and
gasps were now loud grunts and subtle squeaks.  A few more
thrusts and curls with my fingers and a few more hard sucks of
her clit and she bucked her hips against my mouth as her hands
pressed down hard on the back of my head.  I held in place, in
one last, long, hard suck, as wave after wave of shudders swept
through her body.  She finally collapsed back down, breathing
hard and fast, her face flushed.  I sat on the floor for a
moment, my hands caressing her hips, my chin resting on her lower
abs, watching her as she gently stroked the side and top of my
head and neck.

"That was nice," she whispered with a giggle and a sly grin.

"Nice, huh?  I'll show you nice."  I stood, pulled her up and
lead her to the bedroom, my erection bulging out of the top of my
shorts.  It didn't go unnoticed. While she stared, I removed a
condom packet from the night stand drawer.

"You don't need that.  After last weekend, I had myself checked."
I tossed the packet aside, dropped my shorts and gently pushed
her back onto the bed, with her still staring at my erection, her
eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. She reached up and swiped
the drop of precum from the tip of my dick with a finger and then
licked it clean, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh my god, you weren't kidding!  Eight and a half wide.  Show me
some more nice," she said loudly, lying back and spreading her
legs.  I teased her a moment, hovering the head above her hole,
listening to her whimper and watching her try to thrust her hips
up to meet my dick.  Smiling, I inserted just the head and let
her whimper some more.

"You want some more nice?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Dammit, don't do this to me.  Give it to me.  Give me all of
it!"  With one smooth stroke, I buried my cock all the way in, my
balls squeezed against her asshole.  She let out a loud gasp as I
held in place for a few moments, the two of us smiling at each
other.  She was soon whimpering and squirming again, trying to
thrust her hips against mine.

"Oh, alright," I said in mock resignation and started to gently
stroke in and out, a half length at a time.  She was still
whimpering and thrusting against my motion.

"Give it to me, give it to me now," she whimpered.

"Nope, not yet.  You're not ready yet.  I'll give you some room.
Rub your clit.  And don't close your eyes.  Look at me.  I want
you to look at the man who's fucking you."  After a couple of
minutes of rubbing, her eyes started to glaze over, but she kept
looking into mine.

"You're almost ready."  I increased the length and speed of my
thrusts as the pressure slowly built in my balls and the base of
my shaft, but she still wasn't quite there.  I slowed a bit, to
let her catch up.  When she started to whimper again with erratic
squeaks, I resumed my long, hard strokes.  I came a few moments
later with a loud grunt and shudder, but didn't back off.  I held
my shaft hard against her clit and finger tips as she came again,
jerking against my hips, squeezing her pussy muscles around my
dick as another wave of shudders coursed through her body.  I
came down slowly, at first resting the side of my head against
her collarbone, then gently kissing her lips and neck as our
heart rates and breathing returned to normal.

"How was that?"

"Nice," she said with a giggle, which soon became an almost
hysterical laugh by both of us.  My dick almost fell out, but we
managed to roll over, allowing her to ease her head and chest up
and dangle a nipple over my mouth.  I didn't need an invitation
to gently suck and nibble away, swapping back and forth again
between the two.  When my dick finally fell out, she partially
eased off of me and laid her head on my chest, my cum leaking out
from her pussy onto my leg.

"You're right, that was nice," I whispered, gently caressing her
back and stroking my finger tips through her hair.  "Want me to
be nice to you again?"

"How 'bout I be nice to you instead?"


  
Linda