Apples For My Neighbour

This story is Part 5 of Apples for My Neighbour.

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If you have read the previous four episodes, you will know that neighbours Bob and Jenny have begun a red hot relationship over a request to pick some cooking apples. If you have not read these chapters yet, then hurry back and do that. Just make sure you turn off your central heating first -- you won't need it!

This episode isn't quite so hot to begin with as our characters tell a little about their back stories. But don't worry, the fires are soon stoked!

"So tell me about yourself," said Bob.

We'd chosen a small local Italian place for our first date. There was something amusing about the fact that we'd enjoyed some of the best sex of my life, and known each other as neighbours for a good year, yet here we were on our evening out.

"Well, I was brought up in Northampton, I've got an older sister living with her family in Newcastle, I'm thirty-seven, um..., I've had two serious relationships, but I haven't been with anyone for about six years. I moved here when I came back from LA three years ago - not too far from my parents but far enough. How about you?"

"So... I moved in, as you know, nearly eighteen months ago. I was living in London but it all felt too frenetic. I've only really had one significant relationship, and was a while back now. Lots of women, some girlfriends but nothing that went deep. I grew up in Cornwall, which is miles away from anywhere."

"How did you end up in publishing?"

"Read History of Art at university - what do you do with that?" He chuckled. "Worked my way up a bit - usual sort of thing. It's good. And you? How did you get into... What is it you do?"

"HR consultancy for the music industry? I got my job in LA working for a record label partly because I spoke Spanish. They wanted someone who was fluent in English as well, and the idea of having an actual Brit with my accent was even better in their book. It meant I could bewitch anyone I was negotiating with by just letting them hear my voice. Then I came back to join this consultancy at a more senior level."

"Well you bewitched me, babe," said Bob, smirking. "So how about the important things: what's your favourite sexual position?"

"Now, that depends on my mood. I love Sixty-Nine with you on top eating me out; I like cowgirl;..."

"Normal or reverse?"

I smiled. "Normal's more sociable, reverse I can let fly for me a bit more - which is sexy for both... How about you?"

"I'm a man - I love them all! But up against the wall was pretty good the other day, and from behind..."

"How about, from behind - against a wall?"

"We'll have to try it! Anal?"

"That sounded like you were offering me an olive! I tried it once, but it didn't really do it for me. That may have been the guy I was with."

"Me too - I was a bit underwhelmed."

"Giving or receiving?"

"Oh, giving..."

"You've never tried a threesome... Or more...?" I asked.

"Nope."

"There's a lot more of it in LA."

"You done it?"

"Both ways: two girls and two guys," I smiled. And a foursome!"

Bob gave a humorous "shocked" look. I wondered whether the idea excited or terrified him.

"With the right people, you know, it can be very exciting. With the wrong people it can be boring or worse. I mean, get it wrong and you can be in serious existential angst for weeks after..."

"I've never done anything like that. What about BDSM? They must have everything out there?"

"I don't really like the idea of mixing sex with punishment - either way round. Some restraint can be tantalising, if it's done with kindness. Absolutely not choking or anything like that. But some kind playfulness..."

"Kindness - that sounds attractive. I was asked to hit a girl once - I didn't like it. When she took the reins on me, I kind of got the point in terms of intensity. But it seemed like a thing you had to be addicted to, and I didn't want that. Plus, my body was sore for days."

I lowered my voice, "I'd rather be addicted to having your cock sliding up inside my soaking wet cunt."

"Now you're talking... Or with your lips locked around him..."

"Which lips?"

"Either. Your face lips are gorgeous, wide, full. Your cunt lips are long, soft, and thick. I'd take either right now." He whispered, "Imagine if you could just slip under the table, open my flies, and feast on my cock right here."

"That makes me feel very, very horny. I knew we should have eaten at home."

"Let's have pudding at home. I have some homemade basil ice cream."

"That would continue the Italian theme," I said, "but I want to have pudding here as well."

"Shall I call the waiter?"

"No - just follow me to the loo in about two minutes. Leave your coat here so they know we haven't done a runner."

I got up from the table. I'd scoped out the toilet when we first arrived. There were two, solid-walled, next to each other, both of them clean and decently sized. I entered the left hand one, closed the lid, and hung my clothes on the door. About half a minute later, I heard someone else enter the second toilet. Then there was a third person outside, who obviously pushed on both doors and decided to wait. Maybe it was Bob. I decided to get myself ready by imagining his gorgeous cock, and rubbing my clit.

A flushing sound came from next door and the person left. A moment later there was a gentle knocking on my door. I opened up, and Bob slipped inside.

"Babe!" he said, as he saw me naked in front of him.

I wrapped myself around him and kissed him fervently, my hand pressing hard on his cock as I rubbed him through his clothes. His tongue was hot and hungry in my mouth. His hands were covering every inch of my skin - his right, circling round me to find its way to my pussy. I nearly came the moment his finger went inside me.

I undid his belt, unclipped his chinos, and opened his zip. They fell to the floor in a satisfying heap. I gave his cock another rub, through his pants. It's such a turn-on to see the male member straining against stretch-cotton! Then I uncovered him and pumped him hard.

He still had his back to the door, so I turned us around and pushed him back to sit down. I hovered over him as he took my tits in his mouth.

"First, the lower lips," I said, easing myself down onto his waiting shaft. Little by little, we worked him in. Bob sighed heavily when he was up to his hilt. Being on top in this position, I could feel his full length rising inside me, like a pole. I started to move up and down while he massaged my bobbing breasts. I was driven higher by the sound of his appreciative moans, and I let my hand fall down to my clit, taking myself into the same rhythm.

Suddenly, I felt him tense. I didn't really want him to cum inside me at this moment, what with getting back out to the restaurant, and walking home. I climbed off him and knelt down.

"Now, the upper lips..." I said, looking into his eyes momentarily. I took his bulging knob into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, holding his cock tight at the base, and pulling his skin up and down with the other. He was right on the brink. I could feel his whole body under strain. Trying to stay quiet only heightened the tension. His breath was shallow and uneven.

Then he shot up into the back of my throat. I tried to pull him down a bit so I could swallow. The second fire came, then the third. I glanced up. His eyes were shut tight, a silent roar coming from his mouth. I swallowed and sucked until his fountain was dry. Then I sat back on my haunches, and stood up, balancing myself on his knees.

"Now I'm ready for ice cream at yours," I said.

He stood up, still in a bit of a whirl, and pulled up his clothes. "Jenny, that was amazing," he said kissing me.

"Now go back," I said. "I'll be with you in a bit."

When I came back to the table, he was already paying the waiter.

"Was everything to your satisfaction, Sir?"

"Absolutely," said Bob. "Your whole establishment is perfect."

It was still light as we walked down the street arms around each other. I thought, "we must come back here when it's darker."

Crossing the park, I said, "Have you ever done it in the open, like here?"

"Not yet," said Bob with a smile, "but I think it might be coming..."

"I did it on a hot day in the hills, by a small lake. That was a good threesome day. Me and two guys."

"Babe, you're getting me jealous and horny at the same time."

"No need to be jealous, babe. It was years ago - and neither of them had a cock like yours. More to the point..." I stopped and leaned back against a tree, "... neither of them were you."

I pulled him in close, and before kissing him, said, "We got together one other time, and that was it. I wish you could fuck me here and now, but we'd probably be arrested."

He returned my kiss tenderly and I knew I'd reassured him. His hands were inside my coat, running down my sides as we leaned into the tree. I could feel his cock, hard at my mound. His tongue slid along my lips and I opened up for him. His breath was hot and our hunger ran high.

I glanced right and left - there was no-one to be seen. We were making out like teenagers, for goodness' sake! His hand was under my skirt and up inside my knickers, stroking my bum. Again, my juices were flowing.

"Oh babe," I murmured. My desire for him was getting the better of me. "Let's get back to your place as quick as we can. I want your basil ice cream, and I want to cum at least two more times with you tonight."

"In that case..." he said, "let's go!"

We walked quickly, hand in hand, saying nothing, but each of us grinning.

"What are we like?" I laughed, when we were nearly there.

"Two sex-starved gorgeous animals!" he replied heartily.

He unlocked the door and we tumbled inside.

"Quick!" he said. "Follow me!"

We rushed through to the kitchen. He hurriedly laid a place at the table.

"Sit down there," he instructed. "Now," he said, "I'm going to do what I wanted to do all the time we were at the restaurant. Close your eyes and imagine we were back there, sitting at their table."

I looked at him with bemusement.

"Do it!" he enthused.

He rushed round to the other side of the table as I closed my eyes, I saw him disappear under it. Then all went quiet. I knew where he was of course, but he was still -- obviously getting his breath back and composing himself. With my eyes closed I tried to recreate in my mind the Italian restaurant where we had just been. The kitchen light was off and the evening was darkening outside, so it was easy to drift into that mode of being. I was surprised how many details I could remember. I could even smell the delicious bowl of risotto sitting in front of me. Then I felt his breath on the bare skin of my calf.

At first, it was almost like having a dog or cat under the table, nuzzling up against me. The roughness of his unshaven face felt exciting against my own smooth legs. His mouth was open and his lips rasped across my flesh. I kept my eyes closed. His tongue was drawing lines on the insides of my legs, and every so often he paused to suckle on me. I wanted him further up, but he took his time.

I was imagining the clean white table cloth spread out in front of me, covering my lover from view. There was a glass of red wine, and the waiter came to ask if everything was ok. "Perfect," I said, looking up at him. "And your friend?" he asked. "He's fine, I said. "He just had to do something." The waiter moved to another table. Bob was working his way higher. I pushed myself down and forward on the chair, and opened my legs.

He was under my skirt, hitching it up to my waist. I glanced down, but the tablecloth covered us fully. I tried to eat and act normally, but of course it was impossible. I picked up my wine to take a sip, but I had to put it straight down again. His nose was moving all over the front of my knickers, his roving face pressing into my mound. He managed to hook his chin underneath my clit, and he lifted it up and over, setting fire to my nub.

Then I felt his hands on my thighs, sliding up the tops, the outsides, and the insides. Bit by bit he was getting me extremely horny. His fingers crept inside the gusset of my knickers, the tips exploring the line of my crack. Then he took his hands out and up to my waist, tugging at my knickers. I lifted my bum and brought my legs together for a moment, so he could pull them off. Then I slouched further, opened wider still, and gave myself to him.

I continued to imagine myself at the restaurant, the while table cloth, my knickers somewhere on the floor, the waiter hovering somewhere, lighting candles and turning the lights down. Bob's mouth was straight onto my lips, suckling them so I could feel them swell at his touch. His tongue was inside me and I knew he'd be drinking in the scent of my hot pussy. Then he covered my clit, doing what he did so well. In my imagination, the waiter came over to ask if he should take my friend's dinner and keep it warm. All I could think of was Bob keeping me warm under the table. I said, "I'm sure he'll be coming soon."

He growled onto my clit and hot shivers went through me. Then he began sucking, moving his head from side to side. Finally, I felt the flat of his tongue, lapping up at my exposed jewel. This was it -- the final lift. Over and over he continued without relenting. Each lap was another step to my pinnacle. I could feel my legs beginning to tremble. I picked up my knife and fork and soon realized I was clenching them tight. My breath was getting heavier and I tried to keep it steady. I dared not look round to see if the waiter was looking over. Bob kept going. He knew he was driving me crazy. Suddenly, my legs swung together involuntarily, clapping Bob between them. Then it happened again, and again. He continued his loving assault. I kept my lips firmly shut, stifling the cries that were longing to get out, but only adding to their intensity. I started to jiggle my legs. I didn't know where to put my hands. My body was rocking on the chair. I wondered if other diners were looking over.

"Hm! Hm!" was all I could scream as I came, sniffing and snorting as I kept my lips together. Bob realized I had arrived, and retreated silently. I took a sip of wine and looked around furtively. No-one was looking.

"You can come out now," I said.

Bob climbed out from under the table, putting my knickers into his pocket.

"I think we could come again here," he said with a smile.

Then we were back in his kitchen and he was walking to the freezer.

"Now," he said, "I need to take the ice cream out so it can soften up a bit. We wouldn't want any ice burns would we?"

I looked at him in a dream.

"So while we're waiting, I think there might be a different kind of gap to fill, don't you?"