Apples For My Neighbour

This story is Part 3 of Apples for My Neighbour.

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"The best shower is upstairs," said Bob, hoiking himself down from the kitchen table.

Bob was my next-door neighbour, and I had originally gone round to ask him to pick some apples from my tree that were on his side of the fence. Before I'd rung the bell, I'd noticed, and watched him wanking off in his living room, and that changed everything. One thing led to another, and we'd just finished a very hot session on his kitchen table.

"The best shower is upstairs," said Bob.

"Sure," I said, following after.

"Oh Jenny, he said turning to me at the top of the stairs, "I should have said this before, but I had the snip a few years ago and a clean health check after my last relationship a few months ago. You know, just in case... But I'm happy to wear a condom if you like... if we... perhaps we should anyway..."

"Well, I'm in the same position health-wise, and if neither of us have been with anyone since testing then we should be ok," I said.

It was foolish, I know. What did I know about Bob? Nothing! He could have been lying through his teeth. But still, it was me who had set the standard by starting our unprotected oral in the garden yesterday. We chose to trust each other.

"It's through here," said Bob, leading me into his bedroom. I was impressed by the relative tidiness of the place, and wondered if he'd had a clean-up before this evening. Everything was white -- typical man! His bed was large and made -- now that was surely for me?

The ensuite had a large shower enclosure, and as he stepped inside, Bob pointed to the ceiling and said, "There are actually two showers in here."

"Wow!" I said admiringly.

"I didn't like the way that if two people are in a shower, one of them still has to stand in the cold."

"I like it that you're such a physical, sensate person. This is amazing."

He set both showers running and grabbed some big fluffy towels, setting them down on the side.

The showers were hot. "I actually had to have a new boiler, tank and pump when I put these, but they were needed anyway and I'd just got a decent bonus at work."

He walked in. "You can adjust yours there if it's too much," pointing to the controls.

I followed. It was steamy in every imaginable way! Gazing at this strong masculine back in front of me, his taut bum and muscular legs was turning me on all over again. I wrapped my arms around him and fused to his back, planting hot wet kisses on his shoulder blades as the water cascaded down. He could feel my tits pressed against him and my waist pressing into his bum. He reached back and held my thighs into him. He could only imagine how wet I was also getting inside.

I felt his torso, and let my hand slide down to his cock. Then I held out my hand flat.

"Shower gel?" I asked.

I started rubbing it over his body, still rubbing myself against his back. I asked for more, and moved down, licking his bum cheeks and the tops of his legs, massaging the fronts with soapy hands, sliding them all over his cock and balls. The feel of his balls slipping around my fingers with all that soap... I lick my lips now at the memory.

He turned around. His cock was half-erect right in front of me. With the hot water pouring down everywhere, I took him in both hands, kissing his length, sucking his balls, sliding my hands in turn up and down between his legs. He was growing again. I had to take him in my mouth.

I swallowed him in while I could still fit him inside. I felt his hand resting on my head. I moved him in and out, feeling him harden and extend. I pulled his foreskin back down so that his glans emerged before me like a ready plum. I licked his frenulum and all around his tip, sucking his head and enclosing him with my lips.

With the shower falling all around, the hot water streaming onto my face, down his body through his hair, and over his cock, and the heat from the steam, the sound of the splashing, I badly wanted to cum there and then. I reached down between my legs and rubbed my clit, building the same rhythm with my mouth along his shaft. Boy, I was getting close!

I stood up. Bob tried to take my tits, but I had other ideas. I pushed his hard cock between my legs and held him close, locking mouths. I felt his tongue entering me, driving, exploring. I ground myself on his cock, pressing my clit into him. I wasn't going to stop. I had to pull away from his mouth again to gulp in the steamy air. He kissed my neck and sucked on my shoulders, all the time moving his hips to assist my action. Higher and higher I was going - until I screamed and came -- over and over.

"Oh, oh, oh," was all I was capable of.

"Jen, you'll wake the neighbours!" he joked.

"I am the neighbour," I laughed.

"Let me rub some gel over you," he said.

I could barely stand when I let go of him but I put my hand out to balance on the wall. He took some lemon scented gel and rubbed it over my body, sliding over my shiny breasts, which he took in his mouth, sucking on my already tingling nipples. Then I felt his hands slipping with the gel up and down my legs, and, like a blade, he moved his hand, thumb uppermost, along the length of my crack, taking care not to get any of the soap inside. He got right down on the floor, pushed his head in close, and burrowed his nose against my clit. Surely it wasn't going to happen again...

I spread my feet to give him more room, and felt his tongue on me, in me, all around me. Then back up and flicking over my clit again. I could feel the vibrations pulsing through me. But he had pity. He climbed to his feet, held me close and kissed me.

"I need you to be fit for Round Two - or whatever number we're on!" he said. "Shall we get out?"

I nodded, and we stepped out onto the tiled floor. With our towels wrapped around us, I started to get dry, but he embraced me again, his hands running all over my body on top of the towel. Obviously something about that smoothness of the towel wrapped around a body really turned him on. Again, our tongues were dancing with each other, fluttering and diving in each other's mouths. Again, I was so wet inside. My towel came undone and was falling to the floor. His cock was poking out and I took hold of it, pulling him to full length. I felt his fingers inside me, curling back to my g-spot, dismantling the dam to release my river.

"Let's fuck," he said.

I looked into his eyes and smiled. "I'm ready! Let's fuck!"

He led me by the hand, into his bedroom.

"All fours, on the bed," he commanded, "facing away."

I willingly complied. There was something in that brief moment, not being able to see him, not knowing when I'd feel him, waiting for his cock to slide in and divide me in two. I reached back to part my cunt lips, pushing back to offer myself. I could feel his cock at the entrance. Then he pushed and slid half way in. I pulled my labia back apart again to give him more room. Then he held my hips and began to thrust. Boy, it was amazing to have his full length inside me, his thickness filling me, swelling me, stretching me.

He executed his strokes like a master carpenter sawing timber. With each one I felt a ripple go through me. He changed the angle slightly with every few thrusts to light up more of my nerves. The slap of his thighs against my bum only added to the driving rhythm. So many times, men came straight away, but Bob seemed to be able to continue, drawing me into his flow so we worked as one.

Sliding back and forth, the bend in his cock lent an extra fullness, rubbing my walls. He added a circular motion to his moves which drove me even higher. I could hear his breathing getting heavier, and he was starting to groan. I thought he wouldn't last much longer after all the build-up. I reached back with one hand and rubbed my clit. I was ripe and ready with him filling my pussy. I really wanted to cum with him again -- especially with him inside me. I worked at my most sensitive parts and I knew I could reach a climax at any moment.

He yelled.

"I'm, I'm..."

He was shaking behind me and inside me like an earthquake.

I pushed myself over the top as well, my limbs quivering. My cunt walls contracted as his cock spasmed and shot his hot load inside me -- one, two, three... four.... Then five...

"Oh babe," he sighed.

I was panting, my eyes popping. We relaxed. He bent over my back, holding me, exhausted, his cock still inside, softening, his fingertips on my humming clit. Then he slid out and crawled onto the bed beside me, and we lay on our sides facing each other, eyes closed, drifting into sleep.

I came to at -- I'm not sure what time -- it was dusk outside. His eyes were open, looking at me. I noticed his long eyelashes -- handsome. He moved over to kiss my breasts. He waved his head back and forth over them and I cradled him. Again, he licked my nipples, circling the areolae with the tip of his tongue, holding them in his teeth, sucking on them, teasing me from sleep to alertness. He made his way down, and I knew where he was heading.

He kissed his way over my rib cage, and onto my belly. I reached out for his leg and pulled him alongside me. He touched my belly button with his mouth. He planted kisses around my waist, like a belt, as I started kissing his thigh, and stroking his bum. His nose murmured the triangle of my pubic hair, and he breathed in deeply.

"You are gorgeous," he said. "I love your silky skin. I love the length of your legs, and the heat of your pussy. I love the smell of your juices."

My juices were indeed flowing by now.

"I love your weight, your muscles, your cock is so delicious."

He lay on top of me, straddling me, pushing his head between my legs as I spread them wide. His cock was hanging hard next to my cheek. I chose to build up more slowly to it. I rubbed against him with my head, while kissing the inside of his opposite thigh. He too, was pecking at my skin, all around my hole. His arms were around the tops of my legs holding me in place. Then he placed his lips fully onto mine, and I felt his tongue burrow into me. It was time to feast again, sixty-nine style.

I took hold of his cock, and he lifted his hips to make room. I just took the head into my mouth, sucking, and rubbing my tongue up against and across his frenulum, with its line of raised skin. He was moving his head to and fro, feasting on my hot swamp like a man parched. When he started humming onto me like he'd done before, I felt shivers of pleasure coursing through me. When he stretched out his arms, and rubbed his hands up the outsides and tops of my legs, I felt like everything was more and more concentrated on that one central place.

I continued sucking at his cock, and occasionally I felt him twinge. "Don't cum yet, mate, I thought. Let's make this last a bit longer." I could taste the precum, oozing from his slit. I took his head further inside me, feeling him bump against the inside and back of my mouth. He pulled his attention back a little and up to my clit. I could feel his lips cover me and his mouth sucking on me. Again, he rocked his head from side to side gently pulling me up, higher. He picked his head up, and circled my bud with his tongue, every so often dipping in to apply pressure with his lips. Then he started to lap me methodically. This was my final ascent. I pressed down on his back, scraping him with my nails. Every muscle in my body seemed in tension. "Don't stop!" I pleaded. My breathing was rough. I started to squeal, to grunt, groan. But I also had a job to do. I sucked at him with a vengeance, pumping him with my other hand. I wanted him to release. Suddenly I soared into the pure white light, convulsing with joyous abandon. He carried on lapping at me, determined to make sure I had the longest biggest orgasm I could. But my hand was still on his cock, my tongue was still on his frenulum, my lips still enveloped his head. Then he groaned loudly several times and shot his thick load into my mouth. I spluttered a little, tried to breathe through my nose, pulled him away a little, and swallowed his honey.

He rolled off me and we lay there.

"Now I think it really is time for something to eat," he said.

And all from an apple tree and a neighbourly act.