Apples For My Neighbour

This story is Part 6 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!

If you've read from the start of this series, you'll know that neighbours Jenny and Bob had started their voracious sex life together after Jenny had asked Bob to help her get some apples down from the tree.

In our last episode, they had just come back from their first actual date at a local Italian restaurant. When they got in, Bob sat Jenny down at his kitchen table and did for her what he'd been dreaming of doing all evening - eating her out from under the table.

Then he got out the basil ice cream.

"This needs time to soften," he said, "we can't be having ice burns now, can we?"

He came round to where I was sitting and pulled me to my feet.

"Let's get naked!" he said in a comically deep voice.

"Mmmm... Baby..." I cooed.

His hands were running up the insides of my t-shirt. He pushed it up over my tits and I pulled it off and unclipped my bra, shrugging it off. Then, while he played with my boobs, I undid the buttons of his white linen shirt. I bumped the edge of my thumbs across his ribs and flicked his nipples till they were hard and standing out. I had to stoop down to rub my cheek against the softness of his midriff. He undid his cuffs and the shirt was a has-been. He didn't have the physique of a Greek God, but he was good enough, honest, straightforward, and willing.

He wrapped his arms around me and expertly found the zip and button of my skirt, which fell obediently to the floor. I was completely naked. He kissed me feverishly, while I undid his chinos for the second time that evening. I just love the way they fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away.

Then he was there in his stretch cotton slip, his cock bent and straining at the material. I bent down and rubbed it with my cheek, feeling the hardness, playing with him. The strength of his erection pulled his pants away from his legs, and I pushed my finger through the hole, brushing around the crinkles of his balls, and then along the underside of his stiff muscle. I felt him twitch as I did this, so I continued. Obviously I didn't want him to cum yet, but when I felt him respond like that it sent a tingle through me as well.

I worked my way up his body again, and he reached out to cup my tits as I stood. Then he stooped to kiss them while I played with the hair on his midriff one more time. Then we kissed properly, our tongues mimicking which his cock and my cunt would surely soon be doing. I reached down and took hold of that truncheon. There is nothing that turns me on as taking hold of a man's cock. Something about having it in my hand, shimmying that skin to and fro over the stiff muscle beneath, sense the bulging of his head against my wrist the swelling girth, the growing heat.

His finger was inside me again, moving, feeling, touching my sweet spots. I had only just cum, but here I was getting desperate for him again. I had his hot tongue inside my mouth. Now I wanted his hot cock inside my cunt.

Then he said, "Sit on the table." And I hitched myself up backwards onto his table edge. He lined up his cock as I parted my purring pussy lips. We'd never needed lube as he always made me so very juicy.

He pushed himself against me, and then inside. I felt him separate my walls as he entered my cave. He did his sexy circular motion so that he wasn't just ramming me but literally screwing himself into me. Pulling back, pushing a little deeper, all the time opening me up more and more as he plunged into my depths.

Then he was fully inside - right up to the hilt. I could feel the whole length and width of him filling me to capacity. He started to move steadily, again continuing that sensuous circular manner. It kept both my insides and outer lips ablaze, and when he lifted himself up and down it stretched the flesh around my clit sending shards of excitement through me.

Bob picked up speed. His rhythm was steady. I moved my hips to pull him in with every thrust. He reached out to fondle my breast. There was no point kissing now, we both needed air. Our heavy breathing was in tandem. I knew he wanted to cum now - and that's what I wanted too - to feel his hot, spermless spunk (he'd had the snip years before) shooting up inside me. My climax was building but I knew he'd get there first. I didn't mind. I wanted him to cum.

Then suddenly he was crying, "Ah... Ah..." and groaning as he spurted deep inside me. He slowed down and I kissed his face. He stood still, bending over me, his cock still docked in my canal, resting, moving slowly like a barge bumping at the quay in the wake up a bigger event. It felt warm and comforting. Then he grabbed a tea towel from the back of a chair and wiped himself as he slid out. He passed it to me to do the same.

"Ice cream?" I asked.

"Ice cream, golly!" he said. "Well you'd better get lying with your back down on that table then, hadn't you - like you got me to do that day you came with the stewed apple. You didn't expect us to be eating the ice cream out of bowls, did you?"

"First, a drink of water. Want one?" he asked filling up a glass at the sink. I was glad to take it. This was hot work!

Then I laid myself down on the table top, just as I'd got him to do previously. I put the tea towel under my bum as I was still leaking. I didn't think he'd want his cum as a permanent stain on his nice wooden farmhouse table. And I remembered to place a cushion under my head.

"Ah, this ice cream is just right," he said. "Want to taste some?"

I pushed myself up on my elbows and he came over with a spoon. He held the spoonful of of ice cream just in front of my mouth and then leaned in and kissed it into me, pressing the cold mixture through my lips, followed by his tongue. The basil flavour was amazing and the means of delivery luxurious.

"Now," he said, "lie back down, close your eyes, and relax..."

He spooned some ice cream into a bowl and put the tub back in the freezer. Then he climbed on the table -- our table, I want to say now -- and I closed my eyes.

I could sense him kneeling over me, by my side, and then I felt a cold spoonful of ice cream scooped onto my nipple. I nearly jumped at the shock! Immediately I could feel it hardening and standing up. Then I felt Bob's warm mouth coming down on top, his lips slowly massaging my breast, sliding with the melting ice cream all around the curve and underneath. I had never felt anything quite so delicious, and I looked forward to his extending this heightened sensation to other parts of my body. He returned to my nipple, holding it between his teeth, running the tip of his tongue around it, sucking hungrily, but not too hard.

Then he turned to my other breast. He was straddling me now. The sense of his legs on either side of me sent a quiver through me. I was a little more ready for the cold dropping now, but it still had an instant physical effect. Again, his loving tongue and kisses did their work. This was more than sex. This was making love. I knew he liked my tits; now I felt how much he loved them.

He turned around on his knee, so that he was straddling me the other way -- facing down my body. I could sense his heat above my face, and his legs either side of my head. I stayed in the zone, keeping my eyes closed, even though the smell of his cock made me want to reach out. He spooned some more ice cream onto my belly, and started to push it around with he lips, licking my skin, circling my belly button. Then he stretched himself out on top of me, supporting himself on his elbows. His cock came down between my tits. He was getting hard. I wanted to push them together to envelope his cock and get him rock hard, but I held back. He started to gyrate against me, as if he were swimming. His body slid over the melted ice cream and his cock rubbed along the valley of my breasts. I felt him grow harder as he squirmed on top of me and it turned me on to think that he was stimulating himself.

Then, just as I had done with the cold stewed apple the week or so before, he placed another spoonful of the ice cream on my thighs, one at a time. Again, I felt his open mouth hungrily sliding over my flesh, his hot tongue, licking every square inch. He reached down to my calves and scraped his fingernails up the inside of my legs. Every movement was focused more and more towards one place. I so badly wanted to touch myself, but of course Bob was in the way. I moved my hands onto his bum -- was it allowed? He didn't complain. I pushed them up his thighs and over his bum cheeks, dissipating my tension.

He moved back so that his head was directly over my mound and his cock was dangling above my face. I could feel his breath on me and hear him as he contemplated my waiting volcano. I opened my eyes. The sight of his thick, hard, ready shaft just waiting above my mouth was enthralling. His foreskin had rolled all the way back. His head was shiny and dark, his slit was a little wet. I wondered if another cold spoonful was coming onto my clit, and a moment's anxiety went through me, knowing that food and ladies' private parts don't often go well together.

My fears were allayed. There was no ice cream this time. Either he had run out or he knew his stuff. He lowered himself onto my body, pulling wide my legs. I took his cock into my mouth, and so we began the final run. His head was fully between my legs, his tongue sliding over my labia and inside my flowing pussy. I held his cock with my hand, between my lips, swirling my tongue around its head, sucking gently on him, drinking him in, tasting the remains of his cum and my own juices from earlier. He must have been tasting the same down below.

His head came back and his lips now descended onto my clit, sucking me into him. His tongue, which I was getting to know quite well there, started moving over and over my nub. My mouth was full of his glorious member and we were both working to the other's climax. I felt myself rising and I pressed down on his back as the tension locked our bodies in one. I felt him spasm for a moment, and knew he wasn't far away. He started running his hands up and down my legs and I could feel I was only a few more laps of his tongue away from rocking over the edge.

I started to moan, pushing him harder and harder. It was going to be a big one. I cried out as the tremors began to roll through me again and again. I pumped him urgently as I still managed to suck on his cock, and just as I was still convulsing beneath him, he exploded into my mouth. We continued sucking and licking over and over to maximise the other's pleasure. Then he pulled away and flopped, half on me, half on the table.

"Babe," he said, barely able to talk, "that was incredible."

"You make a delicious ice cream," I said.

"Would you like some in a bowl now?" he asked.

"That would be lovely," I replied.

So we sat there on his kitchen chairs, stark naked, eating his home-made basil ice cream. I wondered what we would do next.

"Would you like to stay the night?" he asked.

"I'd love that -- but I will go home and get my PJs -- I can't sleep naked, and you're welcome to take them off me in the morning."