Her flower-watering duties led to a closer form of neighborliness

Before our neighbors Ruth and Larry left on their dream ten-week train trip through Europe, I went to their apart­ment next door to offer to drive them to the airport. As it turned out, they’d arranged for that, but Ruth said there was a favor I could do her.

When I said was happy to do anything to help, she said it was simple, really. Their son Louis (he’s 19) had gotten a job that would keep him away from home from Mon­day until Friday evening, so she’d love me to keep an eye on the place for her. Oh, and if I wouldn’t mind watering her violets—this way Louis couldn’t drown them.

The first week, everything was quiet. Friday evening I ran into Louis at the mailboxes. He said the job was okay but his boss was a jerk and gave him all the nasty work. I told him to do it without complaint and prove him­self worthy of doing better things. He grinned and said I sounded just like his dad.

The next Wednesday when I got home from work I went next door to water and heard the TV on in the den. Thinking Louis had left it on on Monday, I headed across the plush carpet to shut it off, but at the door to the den froze in my tracks.

There was Louis, naked, watching a black man with a huge cock fucking a busty vixen, so engrossed that he was unaware of my presence. I couldn’t help but stare at his cock. I couldn’t believe the size—a good bit larger than my husband Sal’s seven-incher—with a huge purple head.

I should have left, but I just couldn’t before seeing him blow his load. About two minutes later, just as he was about to come, he put a wispy pair of blue panties over the tip of his cock. As he blew his load in the panties, I had to wonder if it was the pair of mine that had disappeared from the laundry room a few weeks earlier!

Distracted by the panties, I lingered too long. Louis glimpsed me out of the corner of his eye and covered his groin with a pillow. While fumbling for the TV remote he said, “God, Liz, I didn’t hear you come in. I’m so em­barrassed. You must think I’m some kind of pervert.”
I said I was embarrassed for spying on him in his own home, and would hardly think of him as a pervert for doing something as natural as masturbating. I said, “Let’s just forget it happened, and I’ll come back later to water the flowers.” Then I fled!

I didn’t realize until I got home that the panties I was wearing were soaked! With my husband out of town for three days on business, I knew that if I wanted release I would have to take care of it myself. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and peeled off my panties, then threw a cover-up on the couch, lay back on it and went at it. ­Visualizing Louis’s cock, I teased my swelling clitoris and trailed my fingertips over my slippery lips, then eased two fingers in my snatch while rubbing my button with my thumb. I established a rhythm and climbed slowly toward ecstasy.

I was about to tumble over the edge when the doorbell jarred me back to reality. I leapt to my feet to answer it, without considering that I was all flushed and my hair was mussed—that is, until I was face-to-face with Louis, wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Looking at me strangely, he said, “I thought you might be wondering where this is,” holding out my purse!

I invited him in automatically, without thinking, then took the purse and thanked him. I saw him looking past me and turned and followed his gaze to my little white panties on the floor by my shoes. I thanked him again and said my husband was holding on the phone and he would have to excuse me. He winked as he turned to leave. I heaved a sigh of relief, then picked up my panties and shoes and hurried to the bedroom to finish what I’d started—with the aid of my big black dildo.

I called my husband and told him what happened, and he kidded me about teasing “little Louis.” He said when I went back to do the watering I should put on the shorts and crop top that he bought me a few weeks ear­lier and see if Louis hit on me or just drooled all over himself. I told him Louis was anything but little, and if I wore that outfit, he would ­assuredly try to fuck me. Sal said that was the idea!

I ate a salad, then showered while contemplating doing what Sal suggested, knowing full well that if “little Louis” made a pass I would catch it with open legs. At ten to eight I called Louis to ask if I could come over to water. He said I certainly could. I tugged on the skintight light blue shorts and pullover crop top without bra or panties, the way I’d worn them for my husband. Nothing that I’ve ever worn screams “fuck me” more than this outfit, which clearly defines my nipples and the cleft of my cunt. I noticed that my vulva appeared to be more swollen than usual, a sure sign that I’m turned on. I hoped there wouldn’t be a wet spot in the crotch before I even got there.

This time I rang the bell instead of using my key. When Louis saw me, I thought his eyes would pop out of his head. I brushed past him, saying it wouldn’t take but a minute to do what I had to do. I got the watering pot and dribbled a little water in the pans under the violets. While I watered, I asked him about his job. He said he’d gotten fired at noon when he talked back to his boss, so he’d come home.

I turned and said how sorry I felt for him, but I’m not sure he heard me. His eyes were focused on my crotch. I quickly turned back and resumed watering the plants. When I was bent over watering the last of the plants, I became aware of Louis standing behind me. He slipped his hands slowly up my rib cage. Suddenly he was cupping my breasts while pressing his hard cock against my ass.

I set the watering pot on the floor and stood. I tried to turn around, but he held me firmly and kissed the back of my neck and my ears, which really lights my fire. I knew I would do anything he wanted. I’d wanted his cock in me since I saw him jerking off. He whispered that he’d wanted to get his hands on my tits ever since his hormones kicked in, and all his friends felt the same way. He said he was thinking about me when I caught him that afternoon and he came into a pair of panties he’d stolen from my laundry basket while pretending he was coming inside me.

I still didn’t say anything.

He slid a hand toward the front of my shorts. I grabbed it and said, “What do you think you’re doing?”

He said, “What I’ve always wanted to do. I don’t care what happens. I want you so bad.” The next thing I knew, I had released his hand and let it continue down to my wet snatch. He whispered, “When I saw what you were wearing, I knew you came here looking for action.”

I leaned back against him as his fingers danced in my shorts, playing with my clit and my dripping lips. I said, “This is crazy, Louis. I’m 26 years older than you.” He kissed my ear and said, “Maybe so, but you’re the most desirable woman I know. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a woman.”

He was young, but big and strong, and easily carried me to his parents’ bedroom and placed me on the turned-down bed. He took my top off and said my breasts were “simply amazing,” then quickly shed his clothes, revealing a throbbing erection.

I raised my hips to help him pull my shorts down and off. He stared at my pussy with his mouth hanging open. I let my legs part and drew my knees up, feeling my labia flower open. With youthful enthusiasm, he clambered between my thighs and probed wildly for my entrance. When he located it, he plunged in! After thrusting only three times he flooded my box, then collapsed on top of me.

He recovered quickly and dismounted, relieving me of the burden of his weight but leaving me frustrated. I said, “I hope you aren’t finished, because I’m not.” He gave me a puzzled look, then moaned when I began stroking his semi-hard cock. He was hard again in about five minutes. I whispered, “Let’s put this beauty to good use. Fuck me until I come too.”

Louis mounted me again and fucked me steadily for nearly five minutes. I was able to achieve an orgasm, but he was so caught up in his pleasure that he didn’t realize. I’m afraid that continued the remaining weeks his parents were away. Oh, we did plenty of fucking, but I just couldn’t get him interested in my needs.

Well, he was a fine-looking boy with a beautiful cock, so I just accepted that I had to take care of my own needs. I wasn’t all that sorry when his parents returned.—Name and address withheld