The Guy Next Door II

The doorbell rings, and yanks me painfully away from my horny reverie. Fuck it! I was really enjoying that flashback: me and Carl in the backyard having a secret sexual encounter, while my whole family is just inside the house. I can still feel the tension, the excitement, the sensation, even after all these years; the presence of his tongue exploring my needy vagina. Carl is the only man who has so skillfully and tenderly made me orgasm using only his mouth. For years I longed for something sensual to take place between me and my sexy guy-next-door. Then, when it finally did, it was the last time I actually saw Carl. He got a job in another state, and I went travelling abroad for several years.

I guess everyone holds a fantasy of a neighbor they once had. I certainly do. In my case, though, it’s not a fantasy that I hold dear, but a vivid memory. It’s one of my sexiest memories. I treasure it, and nurture it, by reliving the moment again and again. Each time I revisit that scene in my mind, of Carl and I sharing an intimate exchange out the back, I feel my pussy tingle with excitement. The thing that makes this memory so delicious is the secrecy behind it all. There’s something really hot about pursuing things that are…kind of forbidden; about engaging in activities that you know will form a secret to be shared only between you and the other perpetrator.

My family and Carl’s family have lived side-by-side for as long as I can remember. Their family is beloved to ours. Carl is especially beloved. So if anyone somehow found out that Carl ate my pussy in the backyard here, while the whole family was just inside the house finishing dinner, well...well, I don’t know what would happen, exactly. But no one should know. Ever. It has to stay between Carl and me. I realize that I’ve been stroking my panties the whole time I’ve been thinking about this explicit encounter. And I’m not really surprised.

“Janie? She’s here. Are you there? Can you let her in? ”

Oh crap! I totally forgot that Carl’s mum is joining us for dinner. My brother and his wife thought it might be nice to have her over since we are all back home for the holiday. Now that her husband has passed, she lives alone. And Carl lives in another state. So Mrs. Jones gets lonely. I race to the front of the house in a fluster to greet Carl’s Mum. And I realize that I’m still smelling like my own aroused sex.

As I turn the knob and fling open the door, my mind is forming the words...'Mrs. Jones! How lovely to see you after all these years!' - but when my brain catches up to what my eyes are looking at on our front porch, my heart literally stops for a second or two…

It's Carl.

“Hi, Jane!”

His beautiful, big voice resonates through my entire stilted body. This feeling of surprise is almost traumatic.

“Carl!”

“Don’t look so shocked! It’s only been… what…? How many years has it been? ”

“Yeah, let’s just say…quite a few.”

The years have been very kind to him. He hasn’t changed a bit. His warm brown eyes, his large velvet lips, his football strong arms, his giant, sincere smile. I’m still motionless as I feel a cloud of pheromones emanate from my body and drift directly into him. I offer out my hand, which he happily takes, then he pulls me into his body for a giant, nostalgic embrace. I melt into him and try to ignore that I can smell the scent of my own pussy in our handshake. Eventually, the rest of the family join us at the front door to welcome our beloved neighbors to this special dinner. We head inside and the feast gets underway.

“But Carl always had a way to sweet talk his way out of any situation. Any teacher or cop or official or otherwise, he would have no worries is laying down some serious charm with that booming movie of his. No one was immune. Not even Janie. Well, especially not Janie!”

For me, Carl was always a source of sexual desire. The very thought of him makes my stomach giddy. So a lot of these feelings are resurfacing now that I’m sitting directly across the table from him. We spend the dinner reminiscing about times of old, laughing at each others’ expense, and reconnecting. Carl tells embarrassing stories about little notes from me that he used to find in anonymous letters and I kick him under the table.

“I’d say almost on a weekly basis I’d find some note from Jane, tucked away in some interesting place for me to find. A little letter reminding me of the hard waste collection, or telling me off for having heavy metal blasting too loudly in the backyard. All just to get my attention I’d say!”

I tell embarrassing stories about Carl working out in the backyard in front of a mirror, kissing his own muscles. He flicks my leg under the table with his fingers, and his touch is electric. We all loosen up over some delicious wine.

Carl is warm, intelligent, and authentic. The kind of man I think I could be with. I lose myself in his entertaining stories, and my foot finds its way to his leg as often as it can. At one point, I catch myself with one shoe kicked off and my toes gently resting on him. I like to be touching him. When he talks, I can only look directly at his mouth. I feel his kiss on my inner thighs. I feel his teeth pinching my nipples. I feel that familiar ache between my legs as my pussy screams at me to jump right on top of Carl and ease his cock deep inside me.

These sorts of urges become harder and harder to ignore as the evening meal progresses. Between dinner and dessert, we decide to have some entertainment and some sweet wine. Mom starts playing piano and everyone else finds a spot in the living area to enjoy the show. I make my way into the kitchen to start preparing dessert. I’m at the island bench in the middle of the kitchen, cutting the dessert pie into decent pieces, when I see Carl’s fit body in the doorway.

“Let me give you a hand, Jane. Maybe I can learn a thing or two. ”

“Okay great. Thanks, Carl. Are you sure? You’ll miss the piano playing.”

“It’s okay, I can listen to it from here. Besides, I wanted to just check in with you. ”

“Oh, yeah? What about?”

Carl walks over to my side of the island bench.

“You know, it seems quite fitting that we find ourselves talking over a piece of pie again…after all this time.”

“Yeah, I guess it does.”

I stop what I’m doing and turn to give him my full attention.

“I think about you all the time, Jane. About when…you know… ”

“About when you ate my pussy in the backyard here...?”

“Yeah me too.”

“Carl looks down at me...deep in my eyes. ”

“You know…I always wished that…”

“Wished for what, Carl?”

Carl is searching for the right words. But we both know that there aren’t any. We look into each other for a moment, while the twinkling of the piano floats in from the next room, and the dessert pie lay unattended on the kitchen bench. Then suddenly, passionately, our two faces are drawn into each other, and our lips lock into a deep kiss that disables all the feeling in my legs.

Carl holds me tightly, and my fears of falling over into a quivering heap are gone. He grabs me by the ass with a firm hand, and pushes my pussy into his stiffened pants. I suck his face with all my might.

Carl is rubbing my butt with his fingers, dancing around my anus, and I swear I can almost hear my own pussy crying out his name. I arch my back slightly and tilt my ass upward so that his fingers can find their way to my aching vagina from behind. He bends slightly at the knees to rub my pussy through the back of my dress. I feel his breath and his kiss on my neck now, and he whispers into my ear...

“I’ve longed to return to this moment for so many years, Jane.”

I tilt my head back. My breathing intensifies. He slowly kisses around my neck, and under my chin, until his lips have found their way to my other ear.

“I feel your soft skin on my lips when I lay in bed at night...”

While Carl is feasting on my earlobes, I slide my hand between his cock and my pussy, and I start to undo his zipper.

“Jane, what are you doing?”

“Something that I’ve always wished for…”

And before he has a chance to draw my attention to the fact that all our loved ones are in the very next room, I remind him that they are all preoccupied around the piano. And with that, I get down on my knees and unleash the most beautiful, clean, and strong penis my eyes have ever beheld.

“Are you sure about this? Everyone is just... ”

As soon as his skin is exposed, I see a bolt of energy shoot through his shaft, and his cock transforms into its thick, glorious, full size.

I take the briefest of seconds to soak this image in and let it burn into my collection of secret memories about Carl. I allow my tongue the pleasure of a single, long, slow lick from his balls, all the way up the smooth, sensitive skin of his shaft, to his swollen head.

“Mmmm, oh, Jane. That's...”

I feel the muscles in his perfectly formed cock tense and release on my tongue as I glide up… and up. I’m far too lost in this moment because it feels like I lick for an eternity before I finally reach the soft skin right under his throbbing head. I feel like maybe his cock has enlarged even more in the time that it has taken me to get to the top. I can see that his eyes are firmly closed, and that he’s trying with all his will not to make any sound. I rapidly flick my tongue under his head and I feel his entire cock convulse. I lick up his shaft again and feel his cock tighten on my tongue. With each lick I hear him groan and I feel a ripple of muscle flinch in his dick.

“Don’t you dare cum just yet.”

I whisper cheekily and place my lips at the top of his pulsing cock.

Very slowly and skillfully, I lower my mouth over his cock, and feel his soft knob glide ever so gently between my lips. And I hear his suppressed moans blend in with the wash of distant piano dancing in our ears. I fill my mouth with Carl’s superb dick; only as far as it is comfortable; only as far as it pleases me.

At some point, I manage to take off my sopping panties, and the smell of my own hungry pussy fills my nose. It makes me even more aroused. I lick Carl’s well-maintained balls several times, while I pump his shaft with one hand, and gently stroke my labia with my other hand. My sex is dripping with every stroke. I’m carefully preparing my tingling pussy lips for the amazing thing that is about to take place...it’s a moment that I have dreamt of, time and time again…I stand up and push Carl back against the kitchen cupboard with a loud thud.

“Ugh!”

But the piano keeps playing, so neither of us give a fuck. Then I turn around, pull my skirt up over my ass, place both hands on the kitchen bench, and poke my cheeks directly at Carl so that my gaping, lubricated pussy lips are on display again for him to see; after all these years.

“My turn, Carl. I wan’t you to fuck me with that insanely beautiful cock of yours. ”

This demand falls out of my mouth at regular speaking volume. I’m losing myself in the moment.

“Fill me with your cock. Right now. Before anyone comes into this kitchen… ”

I’m leaning on the kitchen island bench. Carl is behind me, pushed back against the kitchen cupboards. There is a small space between his cock and my pussy. And a small window of opportunity while the piano still sings.

I push my ass back. The head of Carl’s cock is lightly pressing against my swollen labia. I move back ever so slightly and I feel his head part my lips.

“It’s now or never, Carl. Please fuck me. ”

Almost simultaneously, I thrust my ass into him, and he plunges his cock deep inside me.

Carl pushes into me and I feel his thick torso wedging me up against the kitchen bench. The next few minutes are filled with such tension and passion. At any moment, I could be caught by any one of the family members in the next room, as the guy next door fucks me from behind, over the island bench in our family kitchen. All someone needs to do is walk through that unlocked door, and we both will be exposed. The moisture and the aroma of our sex is building between our two bodies in motion. I lean back and Carl wraps me into his muscular frame. While his strong arms support and explore my horny body at the front, he fucks me with precision from behind.

My legs lose their feeling and I float in his embrace. The lips of my pussy being stretched and released with every firm thrust. I push my ass into him and angle myself to take full advantage of every motion. It’s a sensation of absolute excitement and bliss. I feel Carl’s breath on my neck, his whisper in my ears, his hands around my breasts, his thighs on my ass, his balls on my clit, and his glorious cock in my hungry wet hole. He is all around me…

“Squeeze my nipples, Carl. Ah, yeah, like that. ”

“Is this okay?”

“Oh yeah. It’s great. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop! ”

“Fuck me with that beautiful cock!”

“Oh, Jane...”

“Touch my clit.”

“Like this? You like this?”

“Oh, yeah. Exactly like that. Ah, I'm close...don't stop, please!”

“I'm going to cum, Jane!”

“Oh, me too!”

“Oh, Carl...”

“Oh wow...”