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The Helpful Neighbor

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I stood in front of the window in my bedroom, admiring the new curtains I had just purchased. They were a soft, delicate fabric, a pale shade of blue that matched the walls perfectly. The only problem was, I couldn’t reach the top of the window to hang them. My ladder was simply not tall enough, and I found myself cursing my short stature.

As I was contemplating my dilemma, I noticed the garage door across the street opening. My neighbor, Brad, was pulling out his car, a sleek black sports car that purred like a contented cat. I had often seen him around the neighborhood, a tall, dark-haired man with a chiseled jaw and an air of mystery. I knew very little about him, only that he kept to himself and seemed to work from home, judging by the constant comings and goings at odd hours.

An idea sparked in my mind as I spotted a tall ladder leaning against the back wall of his garage. That ladder could easily solve my problem. With a determined stride, I crossed the street, my heels clicking on the pavement, and approached Brad as he was about to get into his car.

“Hey, Brad,” I called out, my voice carrying a hint of seduction I hadn’t intended. “I couldn’t help but notice your ladder over there. I was wondering if I could borrow it for a few hours?”

He turned towards me, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he took in my appearance. I was dressed casually, in a loose white blouse that hinted at the lace bra beneath, and a short denim skirt that showcased my long, toned legs. My blonde hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, and I could see his gaze lingering on my face, taking in my full pink lips and the subtle makeup that accentuated my green eyes.

“Borrow my ladder?” He raised an eyebrow, his voice deep and slightly raspy. “What do you need it for, Brooke?”

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a little self-conscious. “Well, I just bought some new curtains, and I can’t reach the top of my window to hang them. Your ladder looks like it could do the job.”

He smiled, and I felt a flutter in my stomach at the warmth of his expression. “I could help you with that, if you’d like. I’m not busy right now, and it’s no trouble at all.”

I felt a rush of excitement at the thought of spending time with this handsome stranger. I had always been one to go after what I wanted, and this was no exception. “Really? That would be amazing. I’d appreciate the help.”

“Lead the way then, beautiful,” he said, his voice low and seductive.

We walked back to my house, our footsteps echoing on the sidewalk. I was acutely aware of his presence beside me, the heat of his body, and the way his eyes occasionally flicked to my legs as we walked. My heart was pounding with anticipation, and I felt a tingling between my thighs as I imagined what might happen once we were alone in my bedroom.

Entering my house, I led him up the stairs to my bedroom, a space I had decorated with care. Soft lighting, plush rugs, and a large bed with silk sheets created an inviting atmosphere. I watched as Brad took in the surroundings, his eyes lingering on the bed for a moment before focusing on me.

“Nice place,” he remarked, his voice husky. “Now, where are these curtains?”

I pointed to the pile of fabric on the bed, and he walked over, picking up the delicate material and examining it. “They’re beautiful,” he said, his fingers gently caressing the fabric. “I can see why you want to hang them.”

As he turned to face me, I felt a surge of desire. His eyes held mine, and I could see the heat and hunger in his gaze. Without a word, he set the curtains aside and took a step towards me, closing the distance between us.

“I think we should take a break before we start hanging these,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You look like you could use some relaxation.”

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, warm and demanding. I melted into his embrace, my hands sliding up his strong arms, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath his t-shirt. His mouth moved hungrily against mine, his tongue seeking entrance, and I opened to him, moaning softly as our tongues danced together.

His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my blouse, his thumbs teasing my nipples to hard peaks. I arched into his touch, my breath coming in short gasps as he continued to kiss me, his mouth moving to my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses.

“You’re so beautiful, Brooke,” he murmured against my skin, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, pulling me tightly against his erection. I could feel his hardness through his jeans, and it made me ache with need.

With a growl, he spun me around, pressing me against the bed, his hands sliding up my thighs, lifting my skirt. I felt the cool air on my bare skin as he parted my legs, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of my panties.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Do you want me to touch you, Brooke?”

I could only nod, my breath coming in short, desperate pants as his fingers slid beneath the lace, finding my swollen clit. He rubbed slow circles, making me moan and arch my back, pressing my ass against his hard cock.

“That’s it, let me hear you,” he urged, his fingers working faster, more insistently. “You’re so fucking wet, Brooke. I want to make you come.”

His words sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I cried out as my orgasm hit, my body shaking, my juices flooding his hand. He didn’t stop, continuing to rub my sensitive clit, drawing out my pleasure until I was sobbing with release.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. “But we’re not done yet.”

He stood, pulling off his t-shirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest and a flat stomach. My mouth watered at the sight of him, and I reached out, running my hands over his hard body, feeling his skin heat beneath my touch.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

With a low growl, he unbuckled his belt, his hands working quickly to free his straining cock. It sprang free, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, my eyes fixed on his cock as he stepped out of his jeans, kicking them aside.

“Suck me, Brooke,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

I knelt on the bed, my heart pounding as I leaned forward, my lips brushing the tip of his cock. I tasted the salty sweetness of his pre-cum, my tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive flesh. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper, my mouth stretching to accommodate his thickness.

I sucked him eagerly, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my hand pumping the base as I deep-throated him, taking him to the back of my throat. He thrust gently, fucking my mouth, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as I sucked and licked, my free hand cupping his heavy balls.

“That’s it, take it all,” he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Suck my cock, you little minx.”

I looked up at him, my eyes heavy-lidded with desire, and he smiled down at me, his expression fierce and possessive. “That’s right, look at me while you suck my dick. You love it, don’t you?”

I moaned around his cock, my mouth filled with his thickness, and he pulled me off, his cock glistening with my saliva. “That’s enough, baby. I want to be inside you.”

He laid me back on the bed, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher, his fingers hooking into the sides of my panties, tearing the lace as he ripped them away. I was exposed to his gaze, my pussy glistening with my desire.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he growled, his eyes dark with lust. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Brooke.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his cock nudging at my entrance, and with one smooth thrust, he filled me, stretching me around his thickness. I gasped, my body adjusting to his size, and he began to move, his hips snapping forward, driving deep into my core.

“Oh yes!” I cried out, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. “Fuck me, Brad! Harder!”

He obliged, pounding into me, his cock slamming against my cervix with each thrust. I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his rhythm, my pussy gripping and milking his cock as he fucked me relentlessly.

“You feel so good, Brooke,” he grunted, his breath coming in short pants. “So fucking tight and wet.”

I cried out as another orgasm hit, my body shaking, my pussy clenching around his cock. He rode out my release, his thrusts never slowing, his cock pounding into me as I came apart in his arms.

“That’s it, come for me,” he growled, his hips snapping forward, driving me to the edge again. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you come.”

I screamed as another climax ripped through me, my body convulsing, my juices flooding his cock. He groaned, his own release building, his cock throbbing inside me as he emptied himself, filling me with his hot seed.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts pounding and our breath coming in ragged gasps. I ran my fingers through his hair, my body still humming with pleasure.

“That was incredible,” I whispered, my voice soft and breathless.

He smiled down at me, his eyes dark and satisfied. “I’m glad I could help with your curtains, Brooke.”

I laughed, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure. “You certainly did more than just hang some curtains.”

He kissed me softly, his lips brushing mine, and then he pulled away, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well, I’d better get that ladder and get to work. We can’t keep your bedroom a mess, now can we?”

I smiled, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction as I watched him dress. He was right; we had a job to do, and I couldn’t wait to see my new curtains hanging, a reminder of the passionate encounter I’d just shared with this handsome stranger.

The Neighbor’s Erotic Confession

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Inever imagined that my mundane, everyday life would take such a steamy turn. It all started with a simple move to a new neighborhood, and before I knew it, I was entangled in a web of erotic desires and pleasures beyond my wildest dreams. I am Kate, a 48-year-old woman who had always prided herself on her self-control and composure, but Darren, my new neighbor, turned my world upside down.

It was a chilly winter morning when I first laid eyes on Darren. I had just moved into my new home, a cozy cottage nestled in a quiet neighborhood. As I stepped outside to get my morning paper, I noticed a tall, handsome man shoveling snow from the driveway next door. His muscles strained against a tight black t-shirt, and his dark hair fell over his forehead as he worked. I couldn’t help but admire his youthful vigor.

“Good morning!” I called out, feeling a bit self-conscious about my short, blonde hair that barely grazed my shoulders and my green eyes that I hoped still held a spark of youth. “You must be new here too. I’m Kate.”

He straightened up, revealing a warm smile that made my heart flutter unexpectedly. “Hey, Kate. I’m Darren. Just moved in yesterday. Thought I’d get an early start on this snow before it freezes over.” His voice was deep and friendly, with a hint of a local accent.

“Well, you’re a hard worker, Darren,” I said, feeling a bit flustered by his good looks. “I’m making some coffee. Care to join me when you’re done? It’s the least I can do for a neighbor who’s so diligent.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he replied, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’ll be over in a jiff.”

As I went back inside, my heart was racing. I couldn’t believe I had invited this young, attractive man over for coffee. At my age, I had long accepted that my romantic life had settled into a comfortable routine, and I hadn’t felt this giddy in years.

I quickly tidied up the kitchen, making sure everything was in its place. I poured two mugs of coffee, adding a touch of cream and sugar to one, just how I liked it. I caught a glimpse of myself in the kitchen window—my lean build, accentuated by a simple sweater and jeans, and my small breasts barely noticeable beneath the fabric. I felt a twinge of insecurity, wondering if Darren would find me attractive.

The doorbell rang, and my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing Darren, now free of snow and looking even more handsome. His dark eyes met mine, and he smiled.

“Thanks for the invite, Kate,” he said, stepping inside and shaking off the remaining snow from his boots. “This place is real cozy.”

“Thank you,” I replied, feeling my cheeks warm. “Please, come and sit down. Coffee’s ready.”

We settled into the cozy living room, the fireplace crackling in the background, casting a warm glow over the room. Darren’s presence filled the space, making it feel alive and vibrant.

“So, Darren, what brings you to this quiet neighborhood?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

“Oh, I needed a change of scenery,” he said, his deep voice filling the room. “I’m a freelance graphic designer, so I can work from anywhere. Figured I’d try out the country life for a while.”

“That’s wonderful,” I said, feeling a connection with his creative spirit. “I’m a writer myself, so I understand the allure of a peaceful environment.”

As we talked, I felt a surprising ease with Darren. He was charming, intelligent, and easy to talk to. We discussed everything from our favorite books to our shared love for nature. I found myself laughing at his jokes, my green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Unbeknownst to me, our conversation had taken a subtle turn towards the realm of the erotic. Darren, with his playful smile, asked me about my writing, and I shared some of my more sensual pieces, feeling a bit daring.

“You have a way with words, Kate,” he said, his voice dropping to a lower register. “The way you describe desire and passion… it’s captivating.”

I felt my cheeks flush, both from the compliment and the heat of the fire. “Thank you, Darren. I try to capture the essence of human emotions, and sometimes, that leads to more intimate subjects.”

“And do you… explore these subjects in your personal life?” His question hung in the air, heavy with implication.

I took a sip of coffee, my hand trembling slightly. “I… I suppose I’ve had my fair share of experiences,” I said, my voice soft. “But it’s been a while since I’ve felt that kind of passion.”

Darren leaned forward, his eyes intense. “Kate, I have to confess something. I’ve been having these dreams… erotic dreams about you.”

My breath caught in my throat. I had never expected such a revelation. “D-dreams?” I stammered.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice husky. “I mean, you’re beautiful, Kate. And there’s this… this raw, uninhibited energy about you that’s just… captivating. In my dreams, we…” He trailed off, his eyes locked on mine.

I felt a surge of desire, a longing that had been dormant for far too long. “Darren, I…” I began, my voice hoarse. “I’ve had similar dreams about you. I didn’t think…”

“You didn’t think what?” he prompted, his eyes burning with desire.

“I didn’t think you’d be interested in an older woman like me,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, I’m nearly twice your age.”

Darren shook his head, his expression serious. “Age doesn’t matter when it comes to desire, Kate. And I’ve been wanting to make those dreams a reality ever since I laid eyes on you.”

His words sent a shockwave through my body, awakening a hunger I had long suppressed. I leaned forward, my eyes fixed on his, and whispered, “Make them real, Darren. Please.”

Without another word, Darren closed the distance between us, his lips claiming mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into his embrace, my hands running through his dark hair as his tongue danced with mine. His hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire within me.

He gently guided me to the floor, where a soft, furry rug lay in front of the fireplace. The heat from the flames warmed our skin as we undressed each other, revealing our eager bodies. Darren’s eyes widened as he took in my lean form, his hands cupping my small breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples to hardness.

“You’re so beautiful, Kate,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “I want to make you feel every pleasure you’ve dreamed of.”

I arched my back, offering myself to him, my hands grasping his firm buttocks, pulling him closer. “Please, Darren,” I begged, my voice thick with need. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Darren positioned himself between my thighs, his hard length pressing against my wetness. He teased my entrance, sliding the tip of his cock along my folds, making me squirm with anticipation. “You’re so wet, Kate,” he whispered, his voice strained. “I want to make you come so hard.”

“Yes, Darren,” I moaned, my hips rising to meet his. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me now.”

With a growl of desire, Darren thrust into me, filling me with his hot, pulsing length. I cried out, my body welcoming him, my walls clenching around him. He set a relentless pace, his hips slamming into mine, his balls slapping against my ass. The sound of our flesh slapping filled the room, mingling with our moans and the crackle of the fire.

“Oh, Kate,” Darren groaned, his face contorted with pleasure. “You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is gripping me so tight.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to take me harder. “Yes, yes, yes!” I chanted, my orgasm building with each thrust. “Fuck me, Darren! Make me come!”

Darren’s hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly in place as he pounded into me, his cock hitting my sweet spot with each stroke. “I’m gonna make you come, Kate,” he grunted. “I’m gonna fill you with my cum.”

His words pushed me over the edge. My body convulsed, my pussy clenching around his shaft as I came, my juices flowing around him. Darren’s thrusts became erratic as he reached his own climax, his cock twitching inside me as he emptied his load, filling me with his hot seed.

We lay there, entangled on the rug, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. The fire crackled, providing a warm backdrop to our post-coital bliss.

“That was…” I began, my voice breathless.

“Incredible,” Darren finished, rolling onto his side to face me. “You’re even better than my dreams, Kate.”

I smiled, my green eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “I could say the same about you, Darren. I never imagined my dreams could come true like this.”

As we lay there, sated and content, I realized that my new neighbor had brought more than just a change of scenery to my life. He had ignited a passion within me that I thought was long gone, and I couldn’t wait to explore the depths of desire with him. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a steamy adventure that would change my life forever.

The Neighbor’s Charm

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I stood at the window, my gaze fixed on the young man across the street, his lean, muscular frame glistening with sweat as he mowed the lawn. His name was Roy, and he was the epitome of youthful vigor and charm. With his brown hair falling across his forehead and those sparkling green eyes, he looked like a fresh-faced schoolboy, but his body told a different story. He was all man, and I couldn’t help but feel a tingling between my thighs as I watched him.

I, Madeline, was a woman of a certain age, fifty to be precise, but I still had a healthy appetite for life’s pleasures. My brown hair, now streaked with subtle hints of gray, framed my green eyes and a face that had been called pretty more times than I could count. My body, though not as firm as it once was, still had its charms, especially my shapely figure and my full C-cup breasts. I had always been one to embrace my sexuality, and I wasn’t about to let a little thing like age get in my way.

As I observed Roy, I felt a familiar stirring within me. I had noticed him before, of course. How could I not? He was the talk of the neighborhood, the young stud who could do any odd job you needed with a smile and a wink. I had seen him mowing lawns, trimming hedges, and even helping Mrs. Johnson next door carry her groceries. He was a local hero of sorts, and I was determined to have him for myself, even if just for a brief moment.

I straightened my silk robe, feeling the soft fabric caress my skin, and made my way downstairs. Stepping out onto the front porch, I inhaled the fresh, grassy scent of the newly mown lawn. Roy had just finished and was coiling the power cord of the mower, his movements graceful and effortless.

“Roy, dear,” I called out, my voice laced with a hint of seduction. “Would you be interested in earning some extra cash?”

He looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my appearance. I knew I must have been quite a sight, standing there in my robe, my hair loose around my shoulders. I could see the spark of interest in his eyes, and it made my pulse quicken.

“Yeah, sure, Mrs. M,” he replied, a charming smile spreading across his face. “What do you need?”

“Well, I have a few odd jobs around the house. Some heavy lifting, moving furniture, that sort of thing. I thought you might be able to help me out.” I tried to sound casual, but my heart was pounding.

“Absolutely! I’m your guy. When do you want me to start?” Roy’s enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself smiling back at him.

“How about now? I’ll pay you well, and there might be… other benefits,” I added, lowering my voice conspiratorially.

His eyes lit up, and I knew he understood the implication. “I’ll be right over, Mrs. M.”

I turned and walked back into the house, my heart racing. I had just invited a young, attractive man into my home, and I intended to seduce him. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I quickly prepared myself, taking a long, luxurious bath and shaving my legs until they were smooth as silk. I applied a touch of perfume between my breasts, letting the scent tease my senses. Then, I dressed in a silk camisole and a pair of matching panties, choosing a set in a deep burgundy color that accentuated my fair skin.

As I heard the doorbell ring, I took a deep breath and composed myself. Opening the door, I was greeted by Roy’s handsome face, now slightly flushed from the warm summer air.

“Hey, Mrs. M,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Ready to get to work?”

“Yes, come in, Roy,” I purred, stepping aside to let him enter.

He walked into the foyer, his eyes taking in my appearance. I could see the appreciation in his gaze as he admired my curves. “You look… amazing,” he said, his voice catching slightly.

“Thank you, dear. Now, let’s get started, shall we?” I led him up the stairs to my bedroom, the room I had specifically requested his help with.

The bedroom was spacious, with a large four-poster bed and a sitting area by the window. I had a few pieces of furniture I wanted to rearrange, and as Roy entered, he immediately got to work. He lifted a heavy dresser with ease, his muscles flexing beneath his tight t-shirt. I watched, transfixed, as he moved with purpose, his body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Wow, you’re strong,” I remarked, my voice breathy.

He grinned, revealing a set of straight, white teeth. “Just doing my job, Mrs. M.”

I approached him, my hands resting on his shoulders. “You’re doing a wonderful job, Roy. I appreciate your help.” As I spoke, my fingers began to knead the taut muscles of his shoulders, and I felt him relax under my touch.

“Oh, that feels good,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

Encouraged by his response, I continued the massage, my hands gliding over his strong back. I could feel his body heat through the thin fabric of his shirt, and my own body responded, my nipples hardening against the silk camisole.

“You have such strong hands, Mrs. M,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “You should do this more often.”

“Oh, but I do, dear,” I replied, my voice a sultry whisper. “And I have other talents as well.”

With that, I slid my hands around to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as I went. His warm skin was revealed, and I let my fingers explore the contours of his chest, tracing the light dusting of hair that led downward.

Roy’s breath quickened, and he turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire. “Mrs. M, we shouldn’t…” he began, but his words trailed off as I placed my hand on the bulge in his jeans.

“Oh, but we should, Roy,” I said, my voice throaty with need. “I want you, and I think you want me too.”

He didn’t need any more convincing. With a growl, he pulled me close, his lips crushing mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into him, my hands roaming over his back, feeling the play of muscle beneath my fingertips. His tongue danced with mine, and I could taste the sweetness of his youth.

Breaking the kiss, I led him to the bed, my heart pounding with anticipation. I pushed him gently onto the mattress, and he lay back, his eyes never leaving mine. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips, and began to unbutton my camisole, revealing my lace-clad breasts.

Roy’s eyes widened as I exposed myself to him, and his hands reached up to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples through the lace. I arched my back, offering myself to him, and he took full advantage, bending his head to take a nipple into his warm mouth.

I gasped at the sensation, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me. His mouth was hot and wet, and he suckled me eagerly, his hands now roaming over my thighs, inching closer to the damp heat between my legs.

“Oh, Roy,” I moaned, my fingers threading through his hair. “That feels incredible.”

He pulled away, leaving my nipple wet and aching, and looked up at me with a devilish grin. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Mrs. M.”

With that, he sat up, pushing me back onto the bed. His hands went to my panties, sliding them down my legs, and I lifted my hips to help him. He tossed the silk aside and gazed at my exposed pussy, his eyes full of hunger.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I spread my legs for him, inviting him to explore. He leaned down, his breath hot against my sensitive skin, and then his tongue was there, licking and teasing my clit. I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets as he delved deeper, his tongue fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Yes, yes!” I cried, my hips bucking against his mouth. “Don’t stop, Roy!”

He didn’t stop. He ate me with a fervor that belied his youthful appearance, his tongue and fingers bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core, and I wanted to explode.

“Roy, I’m going to come!” I cried out, my voice high and desperate.

He increased his pace, his tongue flicking my clit with relentless precision. I felt my pussy clench around his fingers, and then I was tumbling over the edge, my body shaking with the force of my release.

“Oh God!” I gasped, my eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Roy didn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck at my sensitive flesh until I was writhing on the bed, my orgasm seemingly never-ending. Finally, I collapsed, my body spent and sated.

As I lay there, panting, Roy crawled up my body, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I opened my eyes to see him gazing down at me, his expression fierce and possessive.

“Now it’s my turn, Mrs. M,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, reaching up to trace the contours of his face. “I think I’d like that, Roy.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, but I wanted him inside me, needed to feel him filling me.

With one smooth thrust, he entered me, and I cried out at the sensation of being stretched and filled. He was thick and hard, and I could feel every inch of him as he began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. “Yes, Roy, fuck me,” I urged, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He obliged, pounding into me with abandon, his youthful energy driving him on. I matched his rhythm, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a frenzied dance.

“I’m close,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. “So close, Mrs. M.”

I felt his cock swell within me, and I knew he was on the brink. I tightened my muscles around him, milking his length, and that was all it took.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out, his body tensing as he came.

I felt his hot cum filling me, pulsing deep inside my pussy, and it sent me over the edge again. I came around him, my body shuddering with pleasure, as he continued to thrust, riding out his orgasm.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts pounding and our bodies slick with sweat. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling his rapid pulse beneath my fingertips.

“That was…” Roy began, but I placed a finger over his lips.

“Shh,” I whispered. “No need for words, Roy. Just enjoy the moment.”

He smiled, a lazy, satisfied grin, and kissed my fingertips. “I think I’ve found my new favorite job, Mrs. M.”

I laughed, a throaty, satisfied sound. “Well, I’m glad I could provide such a rewarding experience, dear. And I do believe there’s still some furniture to move.”

As I said this, I felt his cock twitch inside me, and I knew the afternoon was far from over. We had only just begun to explore the possibilities of our forbidden encounter, and I intended to savor every moment.