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Archive-name: Affairs/nextdr01.txt
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Archive-author: Solitaire
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Archive-title: Next Door Neighbors
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Several years ago the widow next door moved to an apartment in
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North Springs, leaving her house vacant for about 6 months as she tried
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to sell it. I kept the lawn mowed and checked to make sure that no one
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broke in and damaged it. Finally a divorced mother of two teenagers
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bought the house and moved in one week when my wife and I were on
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vacation. When we returned home from our vacation it was about 2:00
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a.m. and both the houses were dark. After sleeping late, I went to the
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shed in the back and got the mower, intending to cut both yards since
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they hadn't been cut in a week.
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I pushed the mower into the backyard next door and was about to
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start the motor when a blond woman wearing a bikini top and short
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shorts came out of the sliding door in the basement and asked me what I
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was doing in her backyard. That was my introduction to Stacy. As I
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explained that I had been gone for a week and that I had been keeping
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the yard cut I had a chance to give my new neighbor more than a once
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over. She was about 35 (actually she was 36 I found out later), 5' 6"
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in height, and weighed about 115 pounds. She was very tanned and her
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stomach was flat and her legs trim, a result of her participation in
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ALTA. While not large, her breasts firmly pushed against the bright
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yellow bikini top and I could see just the hint of the soft white
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underside of her breast under the band.
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About that time my wife came to the back yard wondering why she
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hadn't heard the mower start and we had re-introductions all around.
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We went into her house and, over a cold beer, found out that she was a
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native of Atlanta (having grown up in Buckhead) and that she had two
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teenaged children, a daughter of 18 and a son of 14. She and her ex-
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husband had just gone through an unpleasant divorce and she had almost
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nothing good to say about him. As I was finishing my beer, her
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daughter Tracy walked onto the porch wearing only thin satin baby doll
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pajamas with her nipples tracing lines in the green fabric. As she
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stretched, her arms raised and the pajamas rose up so that her stomach
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was exposed and I could see light brown hairs escaping from the crotch
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of her panties. As Tracy walked into the kitchen, I had to re-adjust
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my position to hide my growing erection.
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Leaving the two women talking and catching up on all their mutual
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friends, I went back to the yard and started cutting the grass. After
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finishing with Stacy's yards I cut my own, starting in the front and
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ending in my own backyard. As I started the mower, I noticed Tracy
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lying face down on a chaise lounge wearing only the bottoms of a thong-
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style bikini. As I watched, she reached down and took the bottle of
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sun tan lotion and let it drip on her exposed ass. Putting the bottle
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back on the grass, her hands went behind and began to rub the slippery
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oil into her skin, her buttocks gleaming in the sun light. In spite of
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my now solid erection, I started the mower and began to cut my yard,
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but I must admit that I walked much slower when I was moving in her
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direction.
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When I finished the yard and had just put the mower away, Tracy
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came out of the house carrying another cold beer. I watched the sway
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of her hips and the gentle bob of her breasts as she walked toward me.
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Just as she got to me, she stepped on something sharp and stumbled into
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me, her slick skin rubbing against my sweaty chest as my hands went
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around her instinctively to keep her from falling. As she stood there
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rubbing her hurt foot, her breasts were firmly pressed into my chest
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and her thigh was inserted between my legs, rubbing on my crotch.
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After what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, she put
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her leg down and stepped back, looking deep into my eyes as she handed
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me the beer, her fingers lingering on mine for an extended period of
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time.
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"I though you might like this," she said as her fingers continued
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to stroke mine. My only confusion was what she thought I might like:
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the beer or the feel of her young body. As I thanked her, she turned
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and walked back to her chaise, her buttocks naked except for the thin
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white strip that went down the crack of her ass. By now I had a
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complete, raging erection that I couldn't hide, even under my Levis.
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As she got to the chaise, she turned her head and looked at me over one
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shoulder as she reached back and untied the bikini top, holding it with
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her hands as she again lay on her stomach, the firmness of her white
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breasts compacted and pressing out from her body.
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When my wife finally got home, I was just getting out of the shower
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and was drying off. She sat on the bed and talked about our new
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neighbor and all her problems. When she got around to talking about
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Tracy, my cock started to thicken and rise as pulsations of pleasure
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ran through my crotch. I walked up to her, took her hand, and put it
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on my cock. "You've got to be kidding!" she exclaimed. "It's the
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middle of the day and we just got back from vacation. Besides, I've
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already made the beds and I'm getting hungry. Put some clothes on and
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let's go to Rio Bravo for lunch." And that was that!
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Over the next several months we got to know Stacy even better. She
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would play her tennis matches and then come over and sit on our porch
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talking with my wife. Sometimes she would stay until after dinner
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time, drinking beer and laughing with my wife about some nonsense some
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of their friends had gotten into. Usually I would join them on the
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porch and I enjoyed watching Stacy's trim legs under her short tennis
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skirt and the outline of her breasts under the bodice of her dress, but
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sometimes I got upset that we didn't have dinner and had to go to
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Morrison's Cafeteria when it got "too late to fix dinner". During this
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same time I got to know both Tracy and her brother Bobby better also.
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They would come over looking for their mother and we would go to the
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basement and play Ping-Pong while the two adults continued their gossip
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and beers. While Bobby was a competent player, Tracy was excellent.
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Her serve and backhand were better than mine, but my forehand smashes
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usually won me the games. Since we played round-robin style with the
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winner playing the person who sat out the last game, sometimes I would
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intentionally lose so I could watch her bouncing breasts under the tee
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shirt and her firm ass under the running shorts she usually wore. As
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we played longer and longer, her sweat would turn the tee shirt and her
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bra into nearly transparent cellophane as I could faintly see the
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outlines of her nipples darkly pressed against the wet material.
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One night when I was outside washing my car under the spotlights,
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Stacy came over and asked if I would help her change a light bulb in
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her kitchen. She couldn't turn the bulb and she was afraid that she
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would break it if she forced it. My wife was at a shower for the
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daughter of a friend and I had seen both kids leave to go to a football
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game at the high school. I got the short kitchen stool and started
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working on the light bulb, trying to turn it with a towel when I felt
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cool fingers stroking the head of my cock! Looking down, I saw Stacy
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standing in front of me, her hand touching the head of my cock where it
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was exposed under my shorts. Since I was washing the car, I hadn't
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bothered to wear underpants and, apparently, when I raised my arms to
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work on the light, my shorts had ridden up, exposing the end of my
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prick. As I watched, her hand went further into my shorts and I felt
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her grasp the shaft of my swiftly hardening shaft. As she pulled the
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skin back and forth, I watched her tongue dart out of her mouth and
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moisten her red lips as she leaned forward and took just the head into
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her mouth, her lips firmly clasping my prick at the top of the shaft.
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I could feel the suction of her lips as her tongue slid back and forth
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over the sensitive glans, poking wetly at the slit as she tried to get
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her tongue into its opening. I was having trouble standing on the
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stool and I nearly fell off as she pulled my cock harder and harder,
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her hand becoming a blur as she masterbated me into her mouth.
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Pulling her head back, but maintaining a firm grip on my rigid
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shaft, she told me that she wanted me to fuck her, right then, right
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there. I stepped back off the stool as she quickly pushed her little
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tennis panties to the floor, carrying her undies with them. As I
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watched, she reached down and spread the front of her pussy, letting me
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see the bright pink moistness between her inner lips. Her fingers
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forced the hood over her clit to retract and it poked pinkly out like a
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miniature cock. Rubbing her finger over its surface, her breath
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started coming faster and faster. She pulled me to her and used my
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cock to rub her clit, and I could feel its hard bud rubbing into the
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slit as she fucked herself into me. Without a word she turned and
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leaned over the sink, leaning over and reaching back to spread her
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pussy.
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"Don't wait. Put it in me now. Shove your cock all the way up my
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cunt and fuck me until I can't stand it!" Her pink pussy was gleaming
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in the wetness of her own fluids and her inner lips, swollen with
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blood, framed the pulsating opening to her cunt. Could I refuse?
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