บท 220: Neighborly Secrets Pt. 01
LonelyMarinaMom543©
These stories were a fantasy. I wrote them a few years ago as I was going through some very challenging personal times, and due to the fact that I'm the kind of person that people trust some of their deepest secrets with, I found myself in a place where I learned that two of my neighbors -- one of whom was a beautiful and sexy married woman that I'm calling Diane (not her real name), the other was a super hot single middle-aged man named Rick (also not his real name) had a crush on one another. I found out that Rick could see the back of Diane's house from his deck, and would often look at her through a telescope, and I also earned that Diane would often time her Saturday morning dog walks to "accidentally" happen by the baseball field where he was coaching the local high school team.
Because I didn't know either Diane or Rick well, I couldn't very well tell them about this discovery, so I reached out to him anonymously, figuring that he'd take the cues and make a move (and to be honest, I wanted to gauge his interest in her to see if my sources were correct -- and they absolutely were, as he confirmed in a variety of ways -- he was definitely hot for her). Sadly for me (and for both of them!), he didn't make a move -- claimed it was against his "moral code," which by that point I knew was complete bullshit as he'd admitted to having a previous affair with another married woman, and had also admitted to some fun flirting with Diane. All I could think for reasons were that he talked a better game than he actually had, and he was somehow intimidated by her (even though all my impressions of her were that she was super nice, friendly, and welcoming -- and I have to believe she'd be that way in bed, also).
I wrote and sent him these stories to give him some suggestions on what might happen if he'd make just the slightest move, if he'd just initiate, and to let him know that she'd be a receptive and willing participant in whatever he wanted to do.
Alas, he didn't capitalize on the opportunity -- and ultimately, given her neediness (a fact I learned from my sources, as her husband traveled a lot for work and was sometimes away for weeks at a time), but good news came out of it, I was able to connect her with another single man in the neighborhood, and last I heard, it was a mutually and tremendously beneficial relationship for both of them...
This first story is called Dugout.
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One Saturday morning, you are over at the baseball field working on the grass, making sure everything is perfect for the game later in the day. You've been working for awhile, and it's a warm day, so you're shirtless, wearing nothing but athletic shorts and shoes. You look up when you hear a "Hey!" and it's her, turning into the gate with her dog. She's wearing a tennis dress, looking really cute, and she's walking her dog, and she's clearly just stopping in to say hello.
But you also notice she's limping slightly, and as you walk over to the fence to greet her, you ask her what's up with that. She says it's no big deal, that she thinks she must have turned it playing tennis, and that it hurts like hell to put pressure on it but she'll get over it, it'll be fine. You also think you notice that she's glancing at your chest trying not to stare at your body, but you can't be sure about that. You tell her to come around and into the dugout, where she can elevate it and put some ice on it. She initially protests, but you gently insist, saying at minimum the ice will be cool on such a hot day and help it feel better. So she agrees, ties the dog up to the bleachers, and limps around to where you are.
She sits down, and you pull over a bench and help her lift her foot up onto it so you can take a look. You're sitting on the bench right in front of her, and when you touch the back of her lower leg to pick it up and set it on your thigh, the touch is almost electric, and you stir in your shorts a little bit. The ankle isn't swollen or bruised, so you ask her about the pain, and she says it's not really in her ankle, but a little higher up, on the back of her shin. You say that it could be just a muscle strain, and would she like you to try to rub it out a little bit. She looks down, somewhat embarrassed about it, but says she'd like that.
So you begin gently massaging the back of her shin, talking to her quietly the whole time. She asks questions about your baseball season, about your team, and at some point you get the sense that she's just asking questions to keep you talking, and to keep you rubbing, and to keep you there doing that. You ask if it feels okay, and she looks straight into your eyes with a smile and says, "Yes, oh my god, so good." Again, you stir in your shorts, hoping that the growing bulge won't be obvious to her. You continue to massage her shin, now working your way all the way from her ankles to her knee. It seems that every time you approach her knee, her head tilts back a little, and her eyes start to close, so you start to focus more there, and then ask if she'd like it you did the other leg as well. She gives you the same smile as before and says, "Definitely, thank you so much for doing this, you have no idea how good it feels."
You gently set the first leg down and lift the other leg so it's resting on your other thigh. You again start with the shin, but work your way down to the ankles and then up to the knee, continuing to talk quietly to her when she asks questions, but her questions have slowed considerably, she now is just sitting on the bench with her back arched and head back, with one leg up on yours where you can massage it, and you decide to work your way above her knee, to see how she'll respond. With her head back and eyes closed, she can't see that you're staring at her legs, taking in her light brown thighs all the way up to her short tennis dress. With her leg up, you can sortof see under the dress, but you don't want to look too much for fear of her catching you and ruining the moment.
As you start to rub above her knee to her lower thigh, she shifts a little and you hope you haven't gone too far, or that maybe she caught you looking, but she was just moving to get more comfortable. And maybe to spread her legs a bit so you can rub higher? You can't say for sure, but the bulge in your shorts is getting bigger and more obvious, so you adjust and make sure that your shorts stay kindof loose in the front. Your massaging is firm, and deep, and from the way she's sitting, now almost reclining, you can tell she doesn't want you to stop, that she's really enjoying it.
The day has warmed up a bit, but it's still relatively cool in the shade of the dugout, and you realize how private and secluded you are here -- no one can see in from any direction. You're now feeling somewhat bold, so your massaging moves higher, now fully around her luscious thigh, and you can tell she's really enjoying it. You are enjoying it as well, and allow yourself to continue to move upwards on her thigh, testing, testing, to see if there's a point at which she'll stop you. She seems not to care, is perfectly willing to let you explore and continue your climb upwards. You're able to stammer out, "Would you like me to continue with the other leg?" and she doesn't speak, just picks up her other leg and sets it down on your thigh so her lower legs are both resting on your thighs, and you are now literally sitting between her legs. You also feel how obvious it is that you are hard, and for the first time, you notice her glance in that direction and lift her eyebrows -- she didn't realize the effect she was having on you. She closes her eyes again, but you think you see a small smile form...
You pretend not to notice that she noticed, and you continue massaging her upper legs, now one hand on each thigh, climbing steadily upwards until your fingertips brush the hem of her tennis skirt. You're sure that she's going to stop you, but she doesn't, in fact seems to recline further and emits a quiet low moan, further emboldening you. Your massaging continues, but has clearly shifted from being somewhat clinical to being quite intimate, and is now becoming quite erotic.
Your hands are now fully under her skirt, massaging the very top of her legs, and her legs are spread wide enough so you can actually rub all the way up the inside of her thighs. Each time you move from the top of the thigh down to the inside, you can feel her back arch a bit further, and you hear her breathing quicken. You know this is no longer just a massage, that it's leading to something, and you no longer care how obvious it is that you are incredibly hard.
As your fingers touch the hem of her panties, she reaches her hands down to grab your wrists, and you think you've gone too far. You start to kick yourself for pushing too far too quickly, but she just looks at you and says, "The backs of my legs are really sore, too, would you mind?" With that, she releases your hands, stands up, turns around and puts her hands on the wall, spreads her legs and pushes her ass toward you -- you are now sitting down on the bench, eye level with her ass, and more or less sitting between her spread legs. It's almost too much to take, but she's given you an opportunity to massage the back of her thighs, and you're not going to waste it.
Starting just above both knees, your hands knead the back of her legs deeply, firmly, and you feel her firm muscles beneath your hands. She is noticeably pushing back from the wall, using her arms and upper body to provide the resistance so you can continue. Your hands slowly but surely make their way up the back of her thighs, and as they approach that beautiful curve where her thigh meets her ass, you hear her breathing quicken further. She is definitely enjoying this, and so are you. At this point, glancing around to make sure that no one could be looking, you decide to throw caution to the wind, and slide your hands up under her short skirt to massage her ass. You can't believe how firm and fit it is, and it meets every expectation and fantasy you had of what it would feel like. At that point, her moan is loud and obvious, and her back arches and pushes harder into your hands.
Without thinking now, instinct takes over, and you decide to try something -- leaning forward, you lightly kiss the back of her thighs. Electricity seems to jolt through both of you all at once, and she takes one of her hands off the wall and puts it behind your head to let you know not to stop. So you continue kissing her thighs, climbing ever higher, and you begin to smell a sweet scent coming from between her legs that lets you know how turned on she's getting. Her hand is back on the wall now, but you know that she won't stop you, so you kiss higher, eventually getting to that delicious curve, slowing down and spending some time licking it side to side, and then you're kissing her ass through her white panties, and you can't believe how rock hard you are.
Knowing now that she's enjoying it as much as she is, you decide to take another bold step, and putting your hands on her hips, you stand up, and as you do, you slide your hips gently forward while pulling hers gently back to you, and you feel her ass come to rest against the front of your shorts, and your hardness pressed against her. As you do that, she releases an audible "Mmmmm..." and she stands up, reaching one hand behind your back to pull you closer to her, and with her other hand she reaches up to your head and pulls your lips into her shoulders and the back of her neck. You kiss gently but passionately, slowly but firmly, keeping your hands on her hips and keeping her pulled back into you, slightly swaying your hips backward and forward, starting a gentle rhythm, which she meets with her own.
She turns her head to one side, and you pick up on the cue, finally meeting her lips with yours, feeling your tongues intertwine with desire, feeling the heat of your bodies together, it's almost unbearable, and at this point you're wishing you were in your bedroom and you're not sure how far you're going to go here, in the dugout, in the middle of the morning, and yet you're not ready to stop, desperate to know how far she's willing to go. But you soon learn how willing she is.
While still standing straight up and kissing you with her head turned to the side, her hand that's behind you gently pushes your hips back a bit, and she reaches deftly around to the front of your shorts, feeling how hard you are through the thin fabric. The kissing intensifies, as does the breathing, and you hear yourself moan at her touch. Wanting to make sure that she knows that whatever she wants to do is okay with you, you remove your hands from her hips, and as one pulls the waistband of your shorts forward, the other takes her hand and slides it inside them so she can fully wrap her hand around you. As you continue to kiss, you think you hear her mumble, "My god you're so big, it's been so long..." and she begins to stroke you slowly, maintaining the rhythm you'd started with your hips.
As good as that feels, and it's unbelievable how good it feels, you realize that your hands are idle, and that she's doing all the work. So you reach around the front of her, gently grasp her breasts in your hands and feel her breathing quicken again. Slowly you slide your hands down her front, resting them on her hips, and then sliding them toward the front of her tennis skirt. She continues to stroke you, and the intensity increases, and you allow your hands to slide in between her legs, feeling her gasp and release a moan, pressing harder back into you while quickening her strokes on your hardness. One finger, then two, slide inside the top of her panties, and inch their way down -- turns you on when you realize she's almost completely shaved there, and you continue downward until you reach those delicious lips and you realize how unbelievably wet she is. Teasing her on the outside with a very light touch, without sliding a finger inside her yet, you hear her breathing deepen, and she removes the other hand from the wall and puts it on yours, showing you where to go and how to touch her. When she can't stand it anymore, she pushes one of your fingers inside her, and the moan she emits is almost guttural, primitive. Meanwhile, her stroking of you has continued, and you're not sure now how much longer you're going to be able to take it.
But you needn't worry -- even though she seems completely unable to control herself, she's remarkably in control, and she removes her hand from inside your shorts. Confused, you're not sure what she's going to do, and you hope that she's not done, and your hope is answered as she hooks her fingers into her panties and slides them down, shimmying her hips back and forth and letting them fall to the floor, and then pulls you back to press against her, pulling your lips into hers again, practically moaning the words, "Your turn."
With no further invitation required, your hands slide your shorts down, and you step out of them, then immediately press your naked hardness against her naked ass. You can't believe it's happening, that 45 minutes ago you were doing your normal Saturday morning routine at the field and now this thing that you've imagined and fantasized about so many times is actually coming true. But it's too real not to believe, and it feels too good to stop. She bends forward at the waist and you feel her hand slide between her legs from the front, and she grasps you and pulls your hardness down between her legs, letting you rest there, lightly pressed against her, feeling her wetness and knowing what's to come next.
The two of you move slowly in rhythm with one another, you between her legs, her with one hand down holding you close as you slide back and forth, your hands on her hips holding her steadily in place, your lips kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck, both of you breathing faster and faster, until neither of you can stand it any longer. On one of your backstrokes, she expertly bends at the waist at just the right time as you're sliding forward and with her hand she guides you inside her with one swift and smooth move, and it feels so good that you don't move, you just want the moment to last.
She moves first, pushing you deeper into her, again moaning, "My god...you're huge...it's been so long, you have no idea...it feels so good..." and you take that as a good sign and begin rhythmically moving again, slowly at first but ever deeper, and as her breathing quickens you realize that the intensity of the moment may be too late for you to last long. Just as you hear her say, "coming, oh my god," you can't wait any longer either, and you feel the explosion coming from your feet, up through your legs, into your thighs and your hips and you grab her hips and pull them closer to you, driving you even more deeply inside her as both of you stiffen with a moment of climax that neither of you have experienced for a very long time, the result of long-simmering desire that was finally, finally, finally consummated.
When you can both finally breathe again, when the moment is over, you slide yourself out, and both of you find your undergarments on the floor and slip them back on, finally looking face to face and sharing a deep and deeply satisfied smile. She puts her hands on your face, leans up and gives you a long deep wet kiss on the mouth, and says, "So, same time next weekend?" And with a sly smile, she walks out of the dugout, around to get her dog, and you watch her walk away, unable to take your eyes off that amazing ass of hers, unable to believe what just happened...
This story takes place a week after the last one, and the idea was inspired as I walked around our neighborhood one day and saw "Rick" vacuuming his car in his garage. For the full back story on the relationship between Rick and "Diane," see my previous story - but in a nutshell, they're two neighbors who were seriously and secretly into one another, but neither would make the first move. Diane was gorgeous, married and shy; Rick was single, hot and to be honest, kindof a chicken.
As for me, I'm the neighbor who knew both of their stories from friends of theirs, and attempted unsuccessfully to put them together. Although Rick had previously had an affair with a married woman in the neighborhood, admitted to having previously texting flirtatiously with Diane, and was clearly into her in a big way, he got cold feet and couldn't follow through, even though Diane's husband traveled constantly for business and was away for weeks at a time. A shame.
Ultimately there was a happy ending for Diane, however, as I was able to use my knowledge to connect her with another neighbor, and I heard they enjoyed some wonderful times on his back deck in the California sunsets.
This story is called Backseat. As with the first story, the "you" in the story is Rick, as I wrote and sent these stories to him, to try and inspire him about the opportunity right down the street from him.
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Late one warm Sunday afternoon. The neighborhood is quiet, many people away, and you have been working around your house all day. Dressed just in shorts and a t-shirt, you're now in the garage, having backed your car in to vacuum it. As you're working on cleaning up the backseat, you're startled by a female voice shouting your name, trying to be heard over the vacuum cleaner, so you turn it off and look up to see Diane standing just outside the garage.
She looks great, as usual. A snug tank top and sports bra that show off her perky small breasts, and cute running shorts that show off her great legs. Just as happens every time you see her, you're again struck by how beautiful she is. Her face is red, she's clearly been on a long walk or run - you're also amazed at how fit she is, how she manages to keep herself in such great shape when other women her age are letting themselves go. She still cares about her looks, and not for the first time, you wonder if any of that has to do with you, whether she's been preparing all along for what she hoped would eventually happen between the two of you. Brushing that off as just your ego talking, you offer her a glass of water, which she gladly accepts. As you hand her the glass, your fingers touch hers, and you feel that immediate electricity again, and you also feel a stirring below your waist.
The two of you make small talk, but there's clearly tension in the air, tension that is lingering from your meeting in the dugout the previous weekend, tension that feels like it will lead to something inevitable. She asks how it's going, and leans into the car to inspect your work, allowing you to inspect and admire her firm ass as she does. You're reminded of being in the dugout with her, how you were able to massage that delicious ass, and you're definitely starting to get hard.
As she looks into the car to pretend she's examining your work, she says, "You missed a spot," teasingly pointing into the back seat. You lean in to see where, placing a hand on her shoulder to look around her, and as you do that, she turns to face you, giving you a long deep kiss, sliding her tongue in and out of your mouth. "Mmmm," she says, "I've missed your kiss." Your arms slide around her waist, and hers slide around your neck to continue the delicious intermingling of your lips and tongue.
Between kisses, with a smile you say, "Show me the spot I missed" and she says, "It's right here, I'll show you," as she slides across the back seat patting the seat next to her, inviting you to climb in. You don't need to be asked twice, and you scramble in, taking a glance out the windshield to make sure you can't be seen from the street. The tint on your windshield will definitely prevent anyone from peering in, so you feel totally safe.
You also feel totally turned on, and the two of you immediately continue the intense kissing, arms around each other, matching her hunger and desire with your own. Your hands are not idle, and you fully explore her body, spending time cupping her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, and her back arches with enjoyment each time you do. And then your hand slides down from her chest to her stomach, and from her stomach to her waist, and then from her waist down to her thighs.
She greets your hand warmly, spreading her legs to welcome your fingers. You don't disappoint, and your fingers trace the hem of her shorts, dipping more deeply between her thighs as you hear her breathing quicken. When your fingers first glance against the spot between her legs, you can feel her wetness through her shorts, and she emits the first intense moan. Your physical reaction to that is instant, and obvious, and you feel your hardness pressing against the front of your shorts, straining to get out.
The kissing continues (you dreamed she would be an incredible kisser, and your dreams were right) as does your exploration of the front of her shorts. She wants you to be able to do that, too, so she maneuvers her position a bit and spreads her legs more allowing you to slide your fingers inside the hem of her shorts so you can touch her from outside her panties. Again, as soon as she feels your fingers there, she moans and arches her back, intensely feeling the moment. Taking the cue that she's enjoying it, you move your fingers so that you can slide them inside her panties and touch her soft mound. Again, you're struck and totally turned on by how little hair she has down there, but as she feels your fingers touching her she lifts her ass up off the seat, straining for you to slide inside her.
But you're not ready to do that yet, and your fingers expertly slide to her g-spot, which is easy to do because by now she's incredibly wet. As you kiss her, you quietly say, "So is this the spot I missed?" and her response is to put her hands on yours to hold them in place, and to let out a low and deep moan of enjoyment as your finger deftly manages to keep very light pressure on that spot.
As enjoyable as it is to have you touch her there, however, she realizes that her shorts are preventing her from getting the full benefit of your touch, so she moves her hands down to the back of her shorts, lifts up her ass and starts to slide them down. You take the hint and remove your fingers from inside them, and with one swift movement, all of a sudden her shorts and panties are on the car floor, leaving you full access to the sweet spot between her legs. You don't hesitate, and feel her wetness increase as you slide one then two fingers inside her, feeling her back arch and hips push forward to get every inch of them. "My god, you feel so good...been dreaming about this for so long..." and she thrusts her tongue deep into your mouth, which only further intensifies your own desire.
You alternate between lightly touching her on the outside, keeping her excited by moving your finger over her special spot, and also sliding your fingers inside her delicious wetness. Her breathing is definitely quicker, and her moans are now getting more shallow, and you realize that she may be getting ready to come. Her hands are back on top of yours, showing them where to go, when to touch lightly and when to fully push inside, and the combination is driving her wild with excitement and arousal.
When she can take no more, her hands push your fingers deep inside her, her ass lifts off the seat, her hips push forward, and she releases a long breath combined with a gasp and a moan, saying "It's been so long...that feels so good...why did you wait so long to do this to me..." and you're sure that means that she's just come, which makes you extremely happy.
Gradually her pressure on your hands subsides, and as you gently slide your fingers out, you decide you really need to do something you've been wanting to do for a long time - you lift your fingers up, and as you pull back from her kiss she opens her eyes to see you slide your fingers into your mouth and taste her delicious wetness, licking them up and down to make sure you savor every drop, and you can't believe how much it turns her on when you do that. She instantly reaches up to put her hands behind your head and pulls your lips back to hers, kissing you more deeply and intensely than ever, tasting herself on your lips and tongue, squirming and shaking and quivering with excitement in the seat next to you.
While kissing you, her hand slides down your chest, over your stomach, and finds the front of your shorts protruding from how hard you are underneath. She lightly strokes the inside of your thighs, teasing and tickling you, but then she returns to the front of your shorts, and grasps you fully with her hand through the thin fabric, whispering, "You're so big...my god..." and reaches inside your shorts to touch your skin, which sends shock waves through your body and has your back and hips arching upwards it feels so good.
With her hand inside your shorts, she begins stroking you slowly, up and down, enjoying how hard she's made you, and all the while kissing you deeply and increasing the intensity of her strokes. Taking a cue from what she did just moments before, you slide your hands to the sides of your shorts and slide them down to rest on the floor next to hers. Your hardness is now fully exposed, and she gasps as she looks down at it, seeing it in full for the first time, realizing how much she wants it.
She brings her other hand over and begins to stroke you faster, whispering, "Need two hands for this big boy..." and as you realize how excited you've become and how quickly you could come, she senses that, says, "not yet..." and expertly lifts herself off the seat, shifts over to position herself above you facing away from you, and as she reaches down between her legs, she guides you to her wet opening and slowly but very steadily slides herself down as you gasp and hold your breath, unable to imagine this is happening again. Your hands go to her hips and guide her down slowly, making it linger, and just as she reaches the base, you push your hips upward to ensure that she is getting every inch, at which she emits a loud moan, unable to believe how deeply you've penetrated her.
With your hands on her hips, you start to move her up and down, using your hips to slide in and out of her. At the same time, she has her hands on your knees, and is using that leverage to push herself up and slide back down, bending over in the back seat so as not to bump her head on the car ceiling. You are both moving in perfect rhythm, fully enjoying the incredible moment that was completely unexpected, and wanting it to last and last. But you also know that you won't be able to last forever, and you begin to increase the pace of your hip movements, and slide her faster and faster up and down your shaft. Her breathing and moaning has intensified as well, and it's apparent to you that she is going to come again, which further turns you on.
Faster and faster, up and down, releasing and engulfing, the two of you are caught up in this rhythm that is seemingly unstoppable, like a freight train out of control it goes faster and faster until...you can no longer take it and you pull her all the way down while thrusting your hips up pushing your hardness more deeply into her than ever before at which she gasps and stammers out "coming again coming again coming again oh my god you're so big so hard you feel so good inside me how do you do this to me..." and you can't hold back any longer and you feel the pulsing throughout your body, all energy and blood rushing to your hips and waist and hardness and you feel yourself erupt deeply inside her again, holding her hips so she can't move and you want to stay locked like that forever or at least until your heart stops racing a mile a minute but you don't want it to stop ever because of all the times you fantasized about being with her the real thing is far more intense and incredible and unbelievable than you could have ever imagined...
When your heart finally does stop racing, you realize how tightly you've been holding onto her hips, and you lighten your grip then lift her off you, feeling another intense moment as you finally slide out of her wetness, and you shift her over and back to the seat next to you, where you look at each other's eyes, smiling and kissing, fully enjoying the afterglow of that amazingly intense and satisfying experience.
When you pull away, she reaches down for her panties and shorts and slides them back on, and you do the same with your shorts. As you slide out of the car, then help her do the same, she reaches up for one last kiss, and whispers, "I guess I was wrong, you didn't miss a spot. You got every spot there is, my god that was incredible, and I can't wait for the next time..."
And with that, she walks away, and again you find yourself captivated by that amazing ass and you watch her until she's completely out of sight, at this point wondering not if it will happen again, but when. And you can't wait, ether...
This was the third in the series of Rick & Diane, and was possibly my favorite. As you'll have seen from my previous stories, this series was inspired by true events, and although the characters' names have been changed, the stories (unfortunately!) took place only in my mind rather than in real life.
Over the course of sending these stories (and other emails) to "Rick," I learned a lot about him, not least of which was that not only had he already had an affair with a married woman in the neighborhood, but that of all the attractive women in the neighborhood where we all lived, he was particularly infatuated with "Diane."
I learned this by daring him to do something that would indicate which woman in the neighborhood he most wanted to sleep with, and he selected her. While initially I was disappointed (I'd hoped he'd choose me!), I subsequently made it my mission to assist him in taking his relationship with Diane to the next level.
After I started sending him these stories, he admitted to me that he tried to text her a bit, but it seems to have been a half-hearted attempt at best, as it went nowhere and earned him nothing. He'd originally told me he had "game," but even after having been given tremendous signals and open doors from her (like the incident which inspired this story, in which he visited her house one evening to help her out of what I heard from another neighbor was some type of "emergency"), he couldn't convert.
It was such a shame for both of them, although without her being aware of my involvement, I was able to help her "connect" with another single neighbor, and they were able to make it work in large part because Diane's husband was traveling on business for weeks at a time. So at least something good came out of it for her. And even if Rick ultimately didn't get what he desired, he did get some great stories to jerk off to!
I hope you enjoy "Stuck," which takes place after "Dugout" and "Backseat." Remember that I wrote these for Rick's enjoyment, so the person depicted as "you" in the story is him.
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One warm summer Friday night, you're at home, sitting on the deck watching the evening sky get darker. It was a long week, so you're relaxing with a beer, in shorts and a t-shirt. It's a beautiful and peaceful night, the neighborhood is quiet. The silence is interrupted by a text coming in, and when you look at your phone you're surprised to see it's from Diane, saying simply, "Are you home?"
Intrigued, you respond immediately, "Yes - what's up?"
Her reply comes seconds later, "Need your help. Can you come over? Will explain when you get here."
You respond, "On my way," and consider changing your clothes but it sounded urgent, so you just check in the mirror on your way out to make sure you look okay, run your fingers through your hair and pop a stick of gum in your mouth just in case, then head over.
You pull up to her completely dark house. Curious, you get out of the car, not quite sure what to do or where to go, when you hear her voice call to you from the courtyard where her front door is. "Rick? Is that you? I'm in here."
Stepping inside the front gate, it's very dark but you can barely make her out standing by the front door. You quickly walk up, saying "What's up, are you okay?"
"I'm stuck," she says, laughing somewhat embarrassedly, "As I was walking out the door to meet some girlfriends for drinks, my dress caught in the door and then it locked behind me. I tried calling the neighbors next to me and across the street, but no one's home." "And your family?" you ask hesitatntly.
"All gone for the night," she replies, "Sorry, there was no one else I could think of to call."
"No problem," you respond, "Okay if I take a look here?"
"Of course," she says. As you approach, you're struck again by how beautiful she is (even in the dark), by how good she looks dressed up (a very short sleeveless white dress, which seems to glow in the dark against her dark skin), and by how good she smells (starts to turn you on).
You slide next to her, the quarters are rather tight so you can't help but touch her body as you do, and that familiar electricity jolts through you again. A light tug on the dress and an attempt to turn the doorknob confirm she's right - she's definitely stuck, and the door is definitely locked.
"Hmmm," you say, standing right behind her now, "No key?"
"Nope - automatically locked behind me. When I got home later I was just going to go in through the back way."
At which she starts laughing, gently pushing back against your body to the point where you're not totally sure if it's deliberate or not, but then she says, "So to speak, of course," and you could swear that she was giving an extra push of her ass back into your now bulging shorts. You smile in the dark, and begin to realize that this situation could work to your advantage...
"Well, I see two potential ways out of this situation," you say, now putting your hands on her hips from behind her, "One of which is quick and painless, the other might take a little longer but be a bit more fun."
"And they are...?" she inquires, clearly with a curious but sexy smile in her voice.
"First, I could go around the house and go in the back way - so to speak - and release you from the inside so you can be on your merry way." You say it with a smile, especially the "so to speak" part.
"And the other way?" she says, still pushing herself back into you, as your hands gently pull her towards you.
"Well, it looks like this dress unzips from the back," you say, as you find the top of the zipper, "so we could get you out of it," and with that you begin slowly sliding the zipper down.
You're waiting for her to say, "No, I can't, I have to meet my friends," but instead, you hear her whisper, "You're so bad, I suppose I can be a little late..."
You slide the zipper down until it stops at her waistline, and you reach up to her shoulders to slowly ease it down over her shoulders, sliding it gently over her arms, and then down over her hips and you crouch down behind her to let her step out of the dress, which then hangs limply from where it's stuck in the door.
As you stand back up, you're in awe of the body in front of you. Although it's still quite dark, she's practically luminescent, and the white lace bra and panties stand out against her dark skin and are mesmerizing. You've watched that delicious ass on several occasions, whether walking away from you while you stare (and she knows you're staring, believe me), or on the two occasions you've now had in which you've been intimate with her - but this is the first time you really have a chance to stand back and see how truly beautiful and firm and shapely it is.
"Wow," you're barely able to get the words out your mouth is dry and your heart is pounding, "you are unbelievably sexy and beautiful," and you lean back against the front door and reach your arms around her body to pull her close to you, totally aware that this moment is entirely surreal, it's a pitch black night and you're standing on her front steps, she's almost naked and you know what's about to happen. You want someone to pinch you because you must be dreaming, but you know you don't want to wake up from this.
You begin kissing her neck and shoulders from the back, with your hands on her stomach climbing up to cup her perky sweet breasts, she reaches up to put her hand behind your head, and turns her head to kiss you with her open and wanting lips. "Mmmmm..." you hear her moan in enjoyment, and she pushes that delicious ass further back into you, grinding slowly against you, feeling you grow harder by the second.
"I love how that feels," she says between kisses, "I can't believe how hard you are, I was told guys your age weren't supposed to be able do that anymore..."
"Never been a problem for me, glad you like it," you respond, thrusting your hips gently forward to prove your point.
Your fingers are tweaking and lightly pinching her nipples through her bra, and then you feel her reach her hands to her back and unsnap it, letting it fall to the step next to her dress, giving you full access to those sweet mounds and firm nipples, and the two of you continue kissing, your front pressed tightly against her back, your hardness firmly wedged between the cheeks of her ass, as she continues to rock her hips up and down, stroking you and you just can't believe how good it feels.
With one quick movement, she turns around to face you, and putting her hands around your back, she leans her face up to yours to kiss you full on. Your hands waste no time, quickly sliding down her back to feel that amazing ass, and to pull it towards you.
"There's something I've been wanting to do for a long time...hope you don't mind" she whispers, and as she eases her body away from you slightly, her hands move from your back to your front, and down inside the front of your shorts. You gasp at the electricity of her touch when she wraps both her hands around you, and just as your breathing quickens, hers seems to deepen, and into your ear she whispers, "Not only are you not supposed to be this hard, but I just can't believe how big he is...I've never seen one so big before...I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do this...but I'm going to try..." And with that, she begins to crouch down, simultaneously kissing her way down your chest and stomach while also easing your shorts down over your ass, your thighs, your knees, your shins, until finally you step out of them and realize she's now eye level with your hardness, with her two hands wrapped around your shaft.
She slowly begins stroking you again, and the feeling is intense, but nowhere near as intense as it's about to feel. Before you feel her tongue on you, you feel her warm breath, and it's almost like she's breathing you in, sizing you up, and assessing whether she really can fit you in her mouth. Her hands feel so good, but then you feel a different feeling - she's kissing the tip, so lightly you can barely feel it, but it feels so good. And then it intensifies further when you feel her tongue slides from the tip down to the base on one side, then come back up and do the same thing on the other side, stopping quickly at the top for a longer kiss, as she tries to figure out how to engulf you, or if she's going to be able to.
She continues to lick you up and down while also stroking you, and the combination is intense, her wet lips and tongue have made it feel almost as if you're inside her, and the feeling is like nothing you've ever experienced. And just when you think it can't get any better, all of a sudden you feel her warm wet lips at the end of your shaft, and slowly she starts to slide her mouth down your hardness while still stroking you with her hands. She goes down as far as she can, which is farther than either of you expected her to be able to go, and she stops there, then slowly eases back, slips off you to catch her breath quickly, and then engulfs him again, this time more comfortable, and she begins sliding up and down up and down as your back arches and it takes everything you have not to grab the back of her head and pull her deeper onto you, but with each movement she's able to go farther and you've never in your life been happier to have been home doing nothing on a Friday night.
After a few minutes of this, she senses you're ready to come, but she has something else in mind, so she eases off you, stands again in front of you with both hands still around you, leans up to kiss you deeply and warmly, and huskily says, "I just realized it's really rude of me to still have these on," and she slips her fingers into the sides of her white lace panties and wiggles her hips out of them, "Plus, there's one more thing I need your help with," and with that she switches positions with you, places her hands against the door and pushes that incredible ass out to you, and over her shoulder with an ultra-sexy smile in her voice she says "I mean, before this night is over, someone needs to go in the back way, so to speak, and it might as well be you..."
With no hesitation or need for further invitation, you quickly step into place behind her, grasp her hips with your hands and position your now-aching hardness between her legs as she reaches underneath to guide you in, and you give her what she wants, sliding in so quickly that both of you instantly emit a moan. She is dripping wet with her desire for you, and she steps up on her tiptoes arching her back to make sure that she gets every inch of you. You want that, too, and your hands pull her hips back to you, and after a moment for both of you to catch your breath, you begin a slow steady motion, which she meets by using her arms against the door to push back against you.
"My god...so big...keep forgetting...so incredible...don't stop..." she says through shallow breaths. You know instinctively that the faster you go the quicker you'll come, and you want it to last forever, but the fire is burning, her breath is quickening and her moans are intensifying, and after several minutes, you hear her whisper, "Can't hold off...gonna come...oh my god...you feel so good inside me...why did I wait so long...gonna come gonna come gonna come..." and on the last one just as you feel her body stiffen, you feel the familiar jolt of energy pulsing through every part of your body and then all arriving at your waist at the same time and you explode inside her as you hear her whisper, "more...more...more..." and you pull her hips back farther onto you than ever as the intensity gradually subsides and both of your breathing begins to get back to normal, even though your hearts are still pounding.
When things have calmed down and you've both had a chance to listen to the neighborhood to see if anyone could have heard you, you're glad to hear nothing is stirring, and you ease out of her. As you slide your shorts back on, you say, "I'll be right back," and you stealthily make your way to the back of the house, entering through the deck door, and find your way through the dark house to the front door and unlock it, releasing her dress. She quickly gets into her clothes, and you watch the entire time, amazed at both her body and your incredible good fortune.
When she's fully dressed, she looks up at you, puts her arm around your neck and pulls your lips to hers with a deep long kiss, and whispers, "Thank you for coming so quickly, umm, I mean thank you for coming OVER so quickly. You certainly didn't come quickly, unlike someone else I could mention..."
And she walks across the courtyard to go meet her friends, knowing that you'll guess what she means by that comment, and also knowing that you're watching her amazing ass as she goes, and wondering when and where the next time will be.
The fourth in the Rick and Diane series, "Wet" is also inspired by true events, as one day in the neighborhood where we all live the sky just seemed to open up and begin pouring, and I happened to glance out my window to see the woman I call "Diane" running with her dog to get back to her house and out of the deluge.
The full back story of these two - actual people, not actual names - is available in my previous posts, but as context for this story, you just need to know that "Rick" is gorgeous, middle-aged, single, and very fit (and yes, I had a major crush on him until I learned he had a major crush on Diane). Diane is dark-skinned, petite, beautiful, and even though she is married with two kids, she's stayed in phenomenal shape and always seems game for anything.
Through mutual friends in our neighborhood, I'd learned quite a bit about the two of them, notably Rick, with whom I struck up an anonymous email relationship. In our email exchanges, he shared quite a bit about his feelings for her, his interest in having more than a platonic relationship with her, and the fact that he'd previously had an affair with another married woman in our neighborhood served to make me believe that it wouldn't take much to convince him to make a move on her.
I'd also learned that Diane's marriage wasn't the strongest, and that she wasn't particularly happy at home. And because her husband worked a lot and was traveling for business and away from home for sometimes weeks at a time, it seemed to me to be a natural and convenient opportunity for both of them to get a little enjoyment on the side. As I sent Rick these stories, he agreed to send her increasingly sexy texts, but alas, Rick didn't live up to his commitments, and so nothing happened between the two of them.
Don't be sad for either of them, though - Rick told me he'd enjoyed the stories so much that he'd beaten off to the thought of them happening, and as for Diane, well, thanks in part to me I heard she had some fun with another single neighborhood guy who lived much closer to her anyway. Kinda sucks for Rick - I wondered if he ever found out she'd done some of the things with the other guy that he'd wanted to do with her - but because he was a baseball coach I kept reminding him, if you don't swing at the plate, you can't get a hit. And he just didn't swing.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy "Wet." Along with the other stories, I originally sent these to Rick in hopes of inspiring some action, so the "you" in the story is him.
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A gray overcast Saturday on which you were getting some inside work done, relaxing with a fire going in the fireplace, had all of a sudden become a torrential downpour and major wind storm. Hanging out in sweatpants and a t-shirt, staring out the window at the lagoon, barely able to see it through the rain, you could tell from the way it was pounding on the roof that it was coming down in buckets where just moments before it hadn't even been drizzling. Happy that you'd cleaned out your gutters the weekend before, you were equally glad that it hadn't started earlier when you were walking the dog.
All of a sudden your doorbell rang. "That's odd, who would be out in this weather?" you thought to yourself. Heading to the door, you wondered if maybe the postman had a package he didn't want to leave out in the rain. As you opened the door, ready to accept the package with thanks, you quickly learned it was definitely not the postman. It was Diane - with her dog - and she was out of breath, dripping wet, without even a raincoat on.
"I was on a walk and got caught in this rain over at the high school, I ran all the way here, mind if I take refuge and ride out the storm here?" she asked.
"By all means, come in, come in," you said, surprised that even soaking wet she's still strikingly beautiful. "You're soaked, can I get you a towel or something?"
"A towel would be good, but I'm afraid that won't do much for these sopping wet clothes," she replied.
"Well," you said, trying to be helpful (but also a little bit hopeful), "I could see if I might have something you could change into, if you like." She doesn't respond right away, so you quickly say, "My dog's in the garage, can I put yours out there as well?"
She answers quickly, "Yes, I'm sorry, thank you. Do you know if this is going to blow over quickly?" she asked, and damn if you didn't think she sounded like she was hoping it wouldn't.
"Hard to say," you replied as you put the dog into the garage and grabbed a towel from there, calling back, "I didn't realize it was even coming in this soon, but they did say that once it got here it could stick around for awhile. Do you want me to give you a lift home?"
You were hoping she'd say no, and as you reentered the room and handed her the towel, she said, "No, that's ok," adding, "None of my family is there anyway, and I love how warm your house is, mine's always so cold."
"Can I make you some tea, or coffee?" you offer.
"Tea would be nice," she says, "Any kind is fine. Um, where's the nearest bathroom?"
You direct her to the master bathroom, in part because it's the roomiest one in the house, but it will also give you an excuse to show her your bedroom just in case she has any ideas...as you walk into the bedroom, she compliments on you on it, but doesn't give anything else away, and she disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, so you head back into the kitchen to get the tea ready.
A few minutes later, as you're getting the tea ready, you hear her reappear behind you saying, "Well, that feels much better."
As you turn around, starting to say, "Good, I'm gla..." and as you do, you realize she's changed out of her clothes and put on the robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door, a thick comfortable white fleece robe that you "borrowed" from a Four Seasons stay a few years prior. "Umm, wow, I'm, uh, glad you found that, it looks much better on you than it does on me," you manage to stammer out, and you turn back around to check the tea, aware that the front of your sweatpants may be starting to bulge out a bit.
As you try to regain your composure, you're again aware how turned on you are by her, knowing that you have been for years. You've never shared with her that you've fantasized about her for a long time, that when she thought your relationship was "just friends," in fact you caught yourself many times thinking about her, wondering if she would be fun to be in bed with, watching that great ass as she walked away after a conversation in the neighborhood, or at the baseball field. You're just amazed that all these fantasies you've had about her are finally coming true, one by one, and you know that you won't be able to hide the bulge in the front of your pants when you turn around.
"Thank you," she says, "It's really comfortable, really warm, and I just really needed to get out of those wet clothes - would it be okay if I put them in the dryer?"
"Of course," you say," the laundry room is just right around the corner there."
She heads in, and you return to the kitchen, but you hear her call you a minute later, "Umm, hey Rick, can you help me out with this machine? I'm afraid it's a bit more technologically advanced than the one I have at home."
"Of course," you say, walking into the laundry room. You're not often in there with another person, so you didn't really realize that it was such close quarters, and as she moves to allow you to pass and get to the dryer, your bodies brush briefly against each other, and in particular the protrusion in the front of your sweatpants brushes against the robe she's wearing, and that now-familiar jolt of electricity passes through you again, which if past experience is any indication, means that something amazing is about to happen...
"It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it," you say, as you switch the dryer on and the machine starts to vibrate as it begins its work, "but I remember when I first got it, I thought it was pretty hard."
"Yes," she says, glancing down at the front of your sweatpants, "I can see that it's pretty hard."
Somewhat embarrassed, you place your hands in front and start to apologize, saying, "Yeah, sorry about that, seeing you in that bathrobe just had that immediate effect on me."
"Nothing to apologize for," she says, stepping up and placing one hand on your chest, leaning up to kiss your lips with a full warm open mouth, placing her other hand on the front of your sweatpants, feeling your hardness in her hand and whispering "Mmmm, you definitely don't need to apologize for how hard you are. I won't apologize for being wet, either..."
You kiss her deeply back, your lips and tongues warm and familiar, hungry for one another's taste and touch, eagerly putting your arms around her, first on her back but irresistibly sliding downward to fully grasp her ass through the fleece material of the robe. Her hand remains on your hardness, and you hear her utter the words, practically moaning them, "You're so freaking big and hard...can't ever get over it...so not used to that...I love it and need it so much..." and you again find yourself happy to be able to fulfill her in ways that she doesn't otherwise get.
She removes her hand from the front of your sweatpants, and places both hands on the side of your hips as you continue to kiss, and she gently pulls you toward her, so your hardness is pressed firmly against her, swaying side to side so she can feel how ready you are. "Mmmm, that feels so nice..." She then slides her hands inside the back of your sweatpants, and learns that you have no boxers on. "Whoa, easy access," she teases.
"Well, I didn't really expect to have guests today," you reply, happy that you'd decided to go commando this morning when you woke up.
"Oh, I don't mind at all," she says in a low and very sexy voice, "Makes what I'm about to do much easier..."
And she pushes you back against the dryer, so you feel the vibration and hum of the machine throughout your body, and then she kisses your neck, your chest, and as she kisses her way down your stomach, she slowly eases the sweatpants down over your butt and gently lifts it over your hardness in the front, crouching down in front of you with your sweatpants around your ankles and your thickness in her hands and at eye-level.
As her hands begin to stroke you, she looks up as you look down at her, and asks, "You want to watch me lick your dick?"
"Uhh, yeah," you respond, and with that, without taking her eyes off you, she begins to lick your long hard shaft, up and down, top to bottom, holding you in her hands and delicately licking the tip, knowing that it drives you crazy.
You smile, not talking your eyes off her, and say, "Mmmmm that feels so good."
She replies, "I'm glad," adding "Do you want to watch me suck him?" You can't even say anything to that, just nod your head continuing to lock eyes with hers.
She licks from the bottom of your shaft up to the top, grasps the base of you with both hands, positions her mouth right above your hardness, wraps her lips around the tip and while still maintaining eye contact with you, slides her mouth down you as far as she can go. Her mouth is warm, and wet, and it feels unbelievable as she begins to slowly slide up and down, using her hands to guide you and stroke you as her mouth focuses on the tip.
You can feel her tongue moving around in her mouth, licking you while you're inside her warm wet lips, and it's like nothing you've ever felt before. It's everything you can do not to put your hands on the back of her head and slide yourself more deeply into her mouth, but she's doing just fine by herself, sliding more of you inside every times she pushes downward. Her hands are on your butt, and you feel her pulling you more deeply into her throat, and the vibration of the dryer only heightens the feelings you're experiencing throughout your body...
She's done this enough now to know that you're getting close to coming, so she releases you from her mouth, and says, "I have something else planned for this big boy," kisses it on the tip once more, then stands up next to you saying, "You allowed me easy access to you, least I can is give you the same," and while maintaining eye contact with you, she unties the robe, letting it fall open in the front, and you realize that every stitch of her clothing is in the dryer behind you - she's completely naked under the robe.
Although it's become more familiar to you recently, you're still amazed by how beautiful her body is, how fit and tone she is, and how incredibly sexy she is. And for the first time, you actually see the thin line of hair on her pubic mound, and that the rest of that area is completely shaved . Which gets you even harder.
"M-m-m-my god you're gorgeous," you manage to stammer out, more turned on than ever.
"Thank you," she says, looking down somewhat shyly, stepping forward to kiss you again, and pressing her body against yours. But just then, the dryer beeps and stops. "Oh," she says," they can't be dry yet, they were really, really wet, can you show me how to start it again?" You reach around her and press the button that starts the machine again, and as you step back, you watch as she turns her back to the dryer, puts her two hands on top of it behind her, and jumps up to sit on top of it as it vibrates underneath her.
She grabs your t-shirt and pulls you toward her, finding your lips again and fervently kissing you, saying in between kisses, "I'm really, really wet, too...I don't think I ever realized that the rain would get me this wet..." and you waste no time, gliding your hands up and in between her legs, finding that delicious wet spot, and quickly sliding one and then two fingers inside, feeling her wetness and warmth engulf your fingers.
As you continue to kiss her, one hand behind her pulling her ass forward, your other fingers continue their exploration, and you know from her moans how much she's enjoying it. In and out you slide, and then you ease out, and pick your hand up to your mouth to taste her on your lips and tongue. "Mmmm, you taste so good," you say, and then she kisses you deeply back, tasting herself on your lips. Your fingers now outside her, they're seeking that spot that you know she leaves, and it doesn't take them long to find it.
"Ooooooh my god oh my god no one has touched me like that for years and it feels incredible," she moans the words as you continue to move your fingers slightly, listening and feeling carefully to hear her breathing and moaning increase. And sure enough, after a couple of minutes, her hand around your neck pulls you even closer to her mouth, mashing your lips together even more than they already were, and her other hand finds yours to make sure your fingers are right on the spot.
Her breathing quickens, her moaning intensifies, the dryer continues to vibrate under her, and she emits the words, "Don't stop, I'm gonna come, don't stop, oh my god, don't stop, that feels so good..." and then she releases a moan that seems to come from deep inside her, she holds her breath and you know that she's come.
It seems like several minutes before you hear her breathing again, and she kisses you again, deeply, saying, "My god, thank you for finding this in me again...I've missed it so much..."
Her hands slide from your neck down your chest to your waist and hips, and then around to the front. Wrapping her hands around your hardness, she says, "I don't know how you stay so hard, I'm so not used to it, but I also just can't get enough of it."
Then, sliding herself forward on the top of the dryer, she realizes that you're at the perfect height so that she can continue to sit there and you can slide right inside her. Moving one hand to your waist, she positions herself so you're directly between her legs, and with the hand on your hardness, guides you right to her warm, wet, welcoming entrance. With your hands around her back resting on her ass, and her hands now both on your waist, there's no reason to wait, so you slowly and steadily slide inside her.
Inch by inch you enter her willing wetness, and as each inch enters, her breathing deepens, and you again hear her say into your ear, "My god, I always forget how big you feel inside me, can't get over how good it feels, it's so different and so much better than..."
Before she can finish the thought, you begin sliding in and out, and with each thrust she pushes her ass forward to meet you and pulls you deeper inside her with her hands on your waist. The dryer continues to vibrate crazily, intensifying the feelings for both of you, and your thrusts increase, faster and faster, until you're both moaning loudly, completely in sync with the thrusts of your hips. In and out, in and out you slide, and you both approach your climax at the same time, with you saying, "Gonna come, can't hold off any longer!"
She responds immediately, screaming, "I want you to come, I'm going to, too..." and with that, neither of you can wait and you feel that amazing jolt of electricity coursing through your body, centering on your waist and hips and hardness as you feel yourself explode inside her again, and you feel her cling to your back, pulling you closer to her and deeper inside her, feeling like the storm outside at its most intense, she's kissing you and you feel her body stiffen and then eventually you feel her relax as the two of you come down from the intense and incredible climax you just shared.
As if on cue, the dryer beeps and stops again. You step away, and help her down from the dryer, giving her one last deep kiss before you reach down to slide your sweatpants back on. As she begins to reach into the dryer for her clothes, you step into the kitchen to give her some privacy, and re-heat her tea, which she never drank.
When she comes back out, clothes dry and looking good, she takes the tea, sips it slowly and looks at you over the cup saying, "Well, I have to say, I don't usually like the rain, but after today I think I'll get excited the next time it storms..."
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