Steamy Word Guy

I haven’t been on a date in 3 years. I was crushed in 2005 when my wife passed away. We were just talking about having kids, we had the house, the careers and everything was perfect. And then it was as far from perfect as it could be.

 

I didn’t even fantasize for over a year and a half. I didn’t fantasize about making love, being with a woman, sharing time with a woman, anything at all.

 

When I started to fantasize (thanks to the Internet) I felt dirty, but eventually the complete lack of sexual satisfaction for that length of time got the best of me. I spent the next year knowing that the only “action” I was going to be getting was with and by myself.

 

Of course, the fantasizing led to noticing women again; at the grocery store, car wash and around town in general. I was finally CONSIDERING being with a woman again. But I didn’t have it in my heart to take any kind of action. I couldn’t go asking women out. Hell, I’m no damn bar hopper, so I’m not pulling a “Night at the Roxbury” dude and “scam on some chicks”. While I was mentally there, I couldn’t get myself to physically do anything.

 

But I remember July 5^rd vividly. It was the Sunday of a 4^th of July weekend. It was sweltering hot outside. I went for a jog around the neighborhood and as I made it around the corner I noticed a neighbor working in her yard. I guess it stood out to me (since my sexual imagination has been revving up) because she was bent over, in the shortest of shorts and only a sports bra type top and a bandana on her head with some of her blonde hair showing from under it.

 

Needless to say I ran by her yard even though it was a little out of the way on the way out of the subdivision. She stood up and said hi, but oddly enough she used my name; “Hey Craig!” I was confused. I knew of her because she has lived there for a while, but I didn’t know her name. And I have never noticed how incredible her body was, that’s for sure. I didn’t know how to react so I waved and just said “hey” and kept jogging.

 

I probably ran faster that day than any other day because my mind was racing. I couldn’t get my neighbor out of my mind. Was she single? I was pretty sure she lived alone but I figured she had a boyfriend. I mean she was mid-thirties, well above average on the beauty scale and I saw how incredible her body was. Surely she’s taken.

 

What was I thinking? Like I would DO something? Just another fantasy to go home and jack off too I figured. As I ran back toward my house, I couldn’t resist passing by her house again. Still out in her yard, this time watering her flower bed. She called out to me, “Here he comes, across the finish line!” as she laughed and so did I. I don’t know what it was, maybe the humor, but I stopped at the base of her driveway. I was soaked from head to toe.

 

“A little hot to be running, isn’t it Craig?” she asks. “And to be working in the yard, no?” I immediately replied. “Touché!” she said with a laugh as she points the hose at me and squirts me. I would have jumped out of the way, but it felt so good I opened my arms up wide and tilted my head back, letting it shower me.

 

“Want some water or lemonade?” she asks as she pulls the water stream back to her flowers. I’m standing there, soaked from sweat and water, shirt and shorts clinging to me. “Um, I live right there, I can get some from home” I say. And then immediately think “What the hell did you just do? A beautiful woman is asking you to join her you prick!”

 

“Oh, okay…just thought you might like a little conversation with your cool down” she said. I stood with my hands on my hips and nodded okay as I started my way up her driveway. I followed her onto her porch that had great big chairs and ceiling fans above. She offered me a seat on the porch and said she’d go get us some ice cold lemonade.

 

I took a seat and started to worry about the fact that I didn’t know her name. Not to mention that I was a bit exposed being soaked from head to toe. She came back out and handed me a glass. I gulped down a good bit of it and thanked her. She took a seat.

 

She looked at me as she sipped her lemonade, not saying a word. I felt like I needed to talk! “Please forgive me for not knowing your name, but…” I say. She cut me off, “No worries sweetie! I know you haven’t mingled much with the neighbors, so I didn’t expect you to know my name. Cindy.” She said after a pause.

 

“Well, very nice to meet you Cindy, I’m Craig…but you knew that” I laughed.

 

“Yes I did, but it’s nice to finally meet you Craig!” she replied.

 

We talked on her porch for a good part of the afternoon and as the sun began to set I told her that I needed to get home and shower. After all, it was Sunday and tomorrow was back to the grind.

 

“It’s still early though and I have been marinating these chicken and steak skewers all day. Would you care to come back after your shower and join me for dinner?” she asked.

 

I couldn’t help but think about how friendly she was being and while I had been fantasizing and thinking about making love to a woman (and even her over the past few hours) I really just loved being in the company of a sweet woman.

 

After thinking about it for a second, I accepted her offer and promised her I wouldn’t be long. She said it’ll all be ready when I got back.

 

Probably the fastest shower I’ve ever taken in terms of how fast I moved, however I scrubbed extra in every spot! I knocked on her door a bit later holding a bottle of wine I had for some time. She answered the door, showered herself, with a very light yellow sundress on, obviously no bra and I just had to guess no panties either.

 

She hugged me hello as if we were old friends that hadn’t seen each other in a long time. “And you brought wine! What a gentleman!” she said. I helped her finish up in the kitchen as we got to know each other more and more.

 

Over dinner I learned that she was divorced, no kids and really worked hard in her job as an architect so she could buy her own home. I offered to open the 2^nd bottle of wine as we moved to her couch. The talk got deeper as it got later. I opened up a lot about my life, especially over the last few years. She listened. That was awesome.

 

I needed to go home. But I couldn’t. We clicked on so many levels. We laughed a lot together. It felt like I had been seeing her for months and it’s been only a PART of one day. The last time she came back from the restroom she sat right next to me, much closer than we had been sitting and she put her hand on my leg. It caused a pause and we looked into each others eyes. Hers are blue, big and beautiful. The moment of looking into each other’s eyes seems really long.

 

I kiss her. Softly. Just on the lips, holding gently against them. My eyes closed. I don’t know what came over me. I’m just not like that. A small breath escapes her as she presses a little harder against my lips, turning her head slightly. We both slowly open our mouths, letting our tongues barely poke through and begin to explore. She moans softly as her fingers dig into my thigh slightly and our kiss turns much more passionate.

 

We kiss for what seems like an hour. Our hands sliding over each others shoulders, arms and backs. And in all honesty I thought that was it. I mean it was great, but I still had one foot out door in my head. But then she draped one of her legs over mine, pushing it between my legs as her hand slid up my thigh, up over my stomach and chest and then back down…all the way down to my hardness. I gasp against her lips as she feels me through my khaki shorts.

 

“Is that okay?” she whispers. I reply, “Uh huh” as I look into her eyes and then nibble on her lip. She stands up and pulls me up, “C’mon” she says sweetly as she guides me to her bedroom. She lay back on her fluffy white comforter, pulling me down on top of her. She pulls my shirt off and rakes her nails over my chest as she leans in and kisses my chest and neck, while kind of pushing me off her and onto my back. Her lips and tongue make a trail down my stomach as I watch her. Occasionally she looks up at me, grinning and glaring at me with a look of passion.

 

She undoes my shorts and pulls down my zipper, rubbing my now throbbing member through my underwear. She moans as if she’s impressed by the size or the feel…not sure which, but it makes me feel as if she’s very happy with what she is encountering. Her fingers curl under my waistband of my underwear as she starts to pull them down with my shorts. I wiggle and lift to help her get them off.

 

“No fair” I say, “now I’m naked and you’re not”. She replies happily, “that’s easy to take care of” and just as I had imagined as she sat up and pulled her sundress up over her head, she had not a stitch of clothing on under it.

 

“Better?” she asks. “Oh yes!” I reply happily. She’s kneeling between my legs that are spread out and she leans down, putting her face inches from my cock as she grabs with two hands. Softly she strokes it, like barely touching it as I can feel her breath on it. I don’t know how I’m going to last one second as I have not had another woman touch me in forever.

 

She extends her tongue and licks it softly causing me to arch my cock and moan out loud. Her tongue is masterful as she paints it from all sides eventually taking into her mouth. My breathing is almost uncontrollable. She stops. “I know it’s been a long time” she says which I agree with feverishly. “So what do you want? What do you want to do?” she asks knowing I won’t last if she continues.

 

I look down at her and know that I want to please her first and foremost.  I sit up and gently guide her down onto her back. I move up to her and kiss her passionately. I nibble her bottom lip and then start to kiss and lick my way down over her chin, then down under it and slowly down the side of her neck. She moans softly as she tilts her head back. My tongue continues down over her chest and around the circumference of her left breast, circling all the way around it. Her nipple is right in front of me. So hard and dark pink. My tongue begins to make smaller circles as I closer and closer to her nipple.

 

Her hands in my hair as her breathing gets harder and moans a little louder. When I finally let my tongue lash out across her hard nipple she jumps slightly. “They are SO sensitive!” she exclaims. Her boobs are small, no more than a B cup, but perky and her nipples are large. I slowly move my tongue around her nipple, licking it all the way around before I take it all into my mouth. She pushes her back upward and moans loud a she grabs my hair tightly.

 

Her body is trembling as I suck on her nipple. Gently, but firmly I clamp my teeth around the base of her nipple, making her let out a little scream, and then my tongue flicks her nipple as I hold it between my teeth. Her body starts to shake. She pulls my head up by my hair. “I can’t take it!!! It’s too much!” she almost yells. I apologize and she tells me not to, but she can only handle so much nipple play because how sensitive they are. She loves it too much and it makes her feel like she going to cum but she isn’t actually having an orgasm.

 

With that I make my way further down, making a long wet trail with my tongue down her stomach. She eagerly opens her legs wide as I slither my body between them until I reach her well trimmed pubic hair. I outline it with my tongue as my arms scoop under thighs, almost propping her butt up off the bed slightly. She can feel my shoulders pressing her thighs apart further as my tongue dips down lower.

 

I slide my tongue down the crease where her thigh meets her pubic bone right next to her swollen pussy lip. I can feel her heat, smell her scent and hear her wetness as she starts to beg me, “please Craig, please…do it!” I don’t just yet, going up the other crease.

 

She is writhing at this point, squirming, moaning and panting in the anticipation of my tongue on her. I pull back and look at how gorgeous of a view it is and look up her body. She is grabbing the comforter with her arms outstretched. I extend my tongue and reach as far down as I can, licking the very bottom of her pussy and slowly drag my tongue upward between her lips, parting them with the width of my tongue.

 

She nearly screams. She is soaked and so hot against my tongue. I drag it all the way up the length of her pussy until I land on her hard clit. And it is rock hard. I press my tongue flat against it hard. She jumps and tries to grind her hips against me, but I hold her in place with the grip I have under her legs. I barely start to move my tongue, keeping the pressure on her clit. The more I move though, the more I lighten up. Eventually my tongue is going to town on her clit, lashing at it side to side, up and down. She is tightening up so I stop. “NO!” she yells.

 

And then slowly I start again, but this time my age old trick I love that seems to work every time. The alphabet. I start making each letter with my tongue…on her clit. A, B, C, D, E, F…by the time I got to L she is cumming. Her body is bucking and thrashing as I feel and taste her juices flowing from her. I love how vocal she is, how out of control she seems as she gives me all of her through orgasm.

 

Before she can even recover from her intense explosion I slide up her body and push her legs back to her chest and slide right inside of her, causing both of us to moan loud. I push all the way into her and begin to fuck her slowly. Her face is priceless. Her eyes a lost in a haze of passion and fulfillment. I just hold one of her legs up high, making it flat against my body as I start moving faster. She reaches down and rubs her clit.

 

I now push that leg that is straight up and down and push to the side of the other leg, almost putting her on her side as I start to fuck her even faster, getting a great, deep angle now. My body is overcome. I feel it rush through me as I know I’m about to explode. Cindy cums right then…again. I pull out and shoot a stream of very thick cum onto her side and hip and ass cheeks, moaning so loud it echoes through the room. A large pool of cum on her silky skin drips down her back and front as I hold my cock in my hand and squeeze out every drop.

 

Cindy pulls me down and we kiss passionately and eventually fall asleep holding each other. We both called in sick that Monday morning and stayed put right there in that bed all day, making love on and off for hours.