Apples For My Neighbour

This story is Part 1 of Apples for My Neighbour.

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My cooking apple tree grows over the neighbour's garden. In fact, some of the best apples seem always to be on his side - but he never ever picks them. One day I thought, "I'm just going to go round with my bucket and ask him to pick them for me." Bob's a nice guy, and there's no reason why he wouldn't oblige.

When I went round, I looked through his living room window - it's always nicer to wave if you can, than have to ring the bell. I could see he was there. His chair had its back to me, but I could see his feet sticking out onto a footstool.

I was about to knock on the window when he moved, obviously slouching down further. His arm was sticking out and appeared to be moving lazily but regularly. I was transfixed. The chair had no sides and was at a slight angle to me, though he could have no idea I was there.

If I moved slightly, I got a better angle on him. He shuffled down further - he must have been virtually horizontal. I was sure I could see his cock. He was just lazily stroking himself. I really should have gone home, but instead I remained rooted to the spot.

In fact, and I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, I reached up under my flared skirt, pulled my knickers down over my sandals, and stuffed them deep in my pocket. His cock was standing up now. He had changed to his right hand, so I got a better view. So this was what he looked like under those shorts. Somewhat meaty! As he lovingly pulled his fingers up and down his length, I could feel myself getting wet. I knew my nipples would be showing through my T-shirt.

I let my own hand fall and rest over my skirt, between my legs, bending my thumb back to push in further. He was clearly enjoying himself because he was taking all the time in the world. He was holding himself by the finger tips, slowly getting himself harder and harder.

It was difficult to tell from where I was, but he must have been seven or maybe eight inches, with a girth to match. "I wish I could see his balls," I thought - though what I could see was making me very horny as it was. I rubbed my mound more purposefully but I obviously couldn't close my eyes in case he turned round and saw me.

Gently his fingers flitted up and down, tapping his frenulum, squeezing his glans. Every now and then his cock would twitch, and he'd pause. He was edging himself. He moved his left hand to the base of his cock and held it tight. I could almost feel the veins popping on his meaty muscle. His end was shiny to bursting.

I couldn't help imagining the fountain when he came. I wondered how high it would be, as he picked up the pace with a deliberate regularity. I was getting restless. I was desperate to run back home and finish myself off. Oh how I wished he was between my lips now, or sliding up through my tits, or pushing into my pussy.

What position would we be in? Over his dining table. Maybe he'd take me from behind. Perhaps I'd be on top - on top of him right now, with him lying back in that chair.

Suddenly I caught a movement. I pulled back from the window quickly, and then looked again to see him hurrying for the loo, (our houses were designed similar), holding onto his cock. No milky jets for me to see, as I began to breathe again.

I leaned against the wall of his house as I considered what to do. Somehow, I didn't want to slink back home now. That moment had passed. I really wanted to see him, but obviously I needed to give him a few moments - not too many - to gather himself before ringing the bell.

I just wanted to be in the same space as him, though I had no idea where it would lead to.

I rang the bell.

When he answered, his face was still flushed, and he looked hot.

"Jenny!" He said in a genial way, trying a little too hard be completely normal.

"Hot isn't it?" He was wearing the normal loose shorts and t-shirt. "What can I do for you?"

"Well," I said, holding my bucket to my tummy, and pouting slightly, "I was wondering if you could pick some of the apples on your side of the fence for me, and I then I'll cook some for you and bring them round? I know you don't normally do anything with them."

"No problem at all - what, now?" he said.

"Why not?" Did I detect a little flick of his eyes down to my tits?

"Come on through, I've got a stepladder out the back."

He led the way through his cool, tiled house. I glanced through into the living room and saw the chair. No porn or laptop. He obviously just liked to feel his own body - and so would I!

We went into the back garden. It was sunny and warm... And completely private. Bob picked up the step ladder and carried it over to the apple tree. There really were some beauties on his side. He climbed up the ladder and said, "Do you want just any apples or particular ones?"

"I'll show you," I said, handing him the bucket.

I stood behind him, leaning against him for balance, and pointed. The body contact was electric, but he didn't move. I moved so that my breast was pressing against the back of his thigh. Still, he made no effort to move away. He must be enjoying this, I thought.

"That one."

He stood on tiptoe and his leg brushed my nipple. I wondered if he could feel it getting hard. I could certainly feel myself getting damp again between my legs. I leaned more fully, reaching round, and pointed to another. He could surely feel me against him but he acted as if nothing was going on. In fact, it seemed as though he was pressing back.

This went on for some minutes until the bucket was full. He must have realised that it would have been easier for me to stand simply to the side of the ladder. He placed the bucket on the top of the ladder, and turned round.

"Right, that's it," he said, coming forwards down a step.

"Is it?" I said looking up at him, not moving out of his way. My face was exactly at the level of his shorts, and I could see there had been a response to my pressing on his thighs.

"Maybe I can thank you," I said with a twinkle.

"Maybe..." he replied.

I could sense he was rapidly calculating... "If she opens my shorts, she'll smell I've been at it. But the sort of woman to do that wouldn't mind anyway - perhaps she'd be turned on... Or maybe it won't be that obvious... Wish I'd had a bit more time to clean up..."

I held his waistband, and pulled down his zip. My eyes widened. No pants! I couldn't look up at him with that view! I drew close and breathed in deep through my nose. Oh the heat, the smell of sex! I knew that if I just carried on, he'd relax more. I undid his button and slid his shorts down. There was no objection from above, so I continued.

His cock was filling up in front of my face. Every inch of my skin was tingling with anticipation. His hair was chestnut brown, and soft. He must use conditioner! His balls were loose and silky.

I took him between my lips, deep inside while he was still soft, swirling my tongue around him and sucking his foreskin over his glans. I could taste his sticky spunk from earlier. All the time I could feel him growing in my mouth, as I moved my head in and out.

I moved back a little as he grew erect, pulling his skin back now and holding him at his base. He was certainly the length I had guessed earlier, and the smell of his spunk from before was sending me delirious. "I bet he caught it in his foreskin," I thought. Now I could clean up properly for him.

"Oh Bob," I sighed, "your little man is a giant. Let me have you, lollipop."

I pulled back his foreskin to reveal his purple head - not yet completely full, but getting there. It was still glistening. I licked at him, lapping him, tasting the sweet sticky remains of what had covered him. I pumped him a little with my hand and he became engorged.

My pussy was aching. I really wanted to touch my clit, but I needed two hands on his cock. If only there had been another man between my legs, working his tongue into me. The thought was driving me to distraction.

I placed my lips over his end, toying with his slit, and tasting some precum. "Will there be more to come?" I wondered. "Surely!" I sucked on him, playing him with my tongue, flickering underneath his frenulum. I could sense his legs tightening. I extended my lower lip, and then took his whole glans into my mouth again, but this time it was ripe. I heard him groan when I did that. It was the size of a ripe plum.

"Oh Jen," I heard him say. I looked up. His eyes were closed. He seemed either in pain or ecstacy, and because he made no move to stop me, I assume it was the latter.

I stroked his balls while I slowly pumped him with my other hand. They were coming together as one, the skin taut, the hairs standing up. I knew it wouldn't be long until they fired off. His cock was so long and thick, so strong, I really wanted to have it right inside me. He had a slight curve to the right, and I know this would scrape deliciously along the walls of my pussy.

I moved my head up and down him, in and out, bobbing, building a rhythm my hands. We were past the point of no return. His legs were trembling now, and I felt his hand drop behind my head, though he didn't push me. I was ravenous.

His breathing was heavy and irregular. His cock was so hard. His other hand was gripping the ladder and I was almost afraid it might tip over. Again and again I worked him, trying to set every nerve ending on fire.

Then suddenly he let out another load groan and shot his hot jet into the back of my mouth. One, two, three, four, and still he was in spasm. I pulled him out so I could swallow his load, and then took him back in my mouth so I could milk his final drops and suck his relaxing member completely clean.

I let him out again and looked up. His face was a picture of peace. Pure serenity. I lifted his cock up to his body and licked his balls, working my way up the underside of his retracting length.

He forced himself to open his eyes.

"That was... incredible!" he said. "Where did all that come from?"

"I saw you through the window in your living room just before I rang the bell."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise. You got me so horny that I had to see your lovely man at closer quarters."

"I suppose you'd like me to return the favour," he said with a smile.

""Well," I said grinning, "are you sure you've got it in you?"

"Swap positions and we'll see."

I moved back from the foot of the ladder as he climbed off. Then I pulled the bucket down from the top step, and sat myself down in its place. He didn't bother to put his shorts back on, and the sight of this semi-naked man in front of me was already working me up.

Bob set his sights directly on his target. He placed a hand on each of my knees and slid them up, under my skirt. Then he spread them apart and went in with his head, nipping and lip-biting at my inner thighs. His hands were sliding over the tops, higher and higher under my skirt.

I stretched my legs wider, already desperate to have him reach my centre. He started to lick my skin, as his hands moved up to my waist. He flipped my skirt right over and took his head away, looking up at me.

"No knickers," he said, with a barely believing look on his face.

"I had to take them off earlier," I said by way of explanation.

"Hmmmm..." he revved, and dove back, pushing my skirt right back up. It was an even greater thrill to be fully exposed outdoors, even though we had complete privacy.

I knew my pussy was hot and soaking wet. The scent must have been almost overwhelming. Bob's hot, hungry breath only added to the fire. I felt his coarse tongue roving all around the sides of my entrance. "Oh, this is going to be good," I thought.

Then he started running his tongue up and down my labia, pecking and pulling at it with his lips. I could feel myself swelling in response. I pushed my pussy up towards him, arching my back in hunger, and heard him growl.

He thrust his tongue into my crack, burrowing like a fish into the sea bed. The bridge of his nose was nudging my clit and he moved his head from side to side sending shafts of laser-light through my body. I wished his tongue were as long as his cock, and imagined it sliding right up inside me. I nearly came at the thought.

Then he moved up to give all his attention to my clit. He placed his lips over her, gently sucking, and then humming deeply. The vibrations travelled through my whole body. His hands were slid around my bum, as he drank deeply from my well. Then he started to lap me.

I could feel my clit was hard now, almost standing up. I had to hold onto the ladder with one hand, but with the other I massaged my breast, flicking my thumb over and over my nipple, first one, then the other.

His rhythm was methodical, purposeful. He had only one goal - and so did I. Each lap took me a little higher. I was inwardly pleading him not to get tired. Each time he dragged his tongue over my clit another bolt of lightning would fly through me. His hands were moving over my hips now, his nails grazing lightly down my sides and then spreading up inside towards my open cave.

Again he hummed into my mound and the vibrations juddered through me. My juices were flooding, mixed with his own saliva.

"Fuck, Bob, come on... I'm nearly there," I cried.

He continued lapping my clit. I curled my spine forward and then involuntarily threw myself back again, arching myself into his hungry face, jerking upward as wave after wave surged through me, sending my whole being into spasm. I could barely breathe. I cried in ecstatic agony as I came over and over. I hurled my arms forward, my hands behind his head, pulling him into my pussy, and not letting him go.

He took me over the edge and kept on licking me until I was fully down the other side. Then he planted kisses down each of my thighs as he withdrew.

I looked at him, quite drunk from the experience, and stepped down from the ladder. My skirt fell back down into place. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply for the first time. As our tongues slid over each other I could taste myself in his mouth. Suddenly I wanted to do it all over again. I rubbed his cock, and felt him swelling. But we had to come up for air.

"Thankyou," I said.

"The pleasure was all mine," he replied smoothly.

I picked up the bucket of apples and said, "I'll cook these and bring some round."

"That will be delicious," he said.

"I'm sure you will be delicious too," I said.