Apples For My Neighbour

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. If you haven't read those episodes, start back at Chapter 1 and give them nice high ratings if you like them!

Following an amazing evening of hot sex in Bob's kitchen, I went and got my PJs and wash stuff from my house next door, and came back to stay the night...

My first night in Bob's large bed was a deep and peaceful sleep for both of us. I woke early as always and was content to lie there, happily stroking my clit and flicking over my nipples. It was just such a pleasant way to ease myself into full wakefulness. I undid my pyjama top to allow complete access to my skin. Then I pushed down my bottoms, as I was getting hot around my crotch. Bob was still asleep, lying on his side.

I decided to curl up behind him, draping my arm around him to his night shorts. His cock was heavy - a good sign! I stroked him gently through the fabric and could feel him beginning to fill up. He stirred. An arm reached back to pull me closer, and he rolled slightly more towards being on his back, so I had better access to his cock.

There's something about feeling a man through clothing. You can stroke him without actually holding him. If your hand is directly on his cock, you have to hold and pump him fairly soon into the action. But if it's through pants or pyjamas you can just stroke him to hardness more gradually - which can be more sexy for both of you.

Bob was beginning to groan, so I knew he was enjoying this - and I myself was feeling more and more horny. The question was, what next?

I raised myself up, pushing back the duvet, and he obligingly turned right onto his back, keeping his eyes peacefully closed. I pulled his shorts right down and straddled his legs. Then I pushed his semi-hard cock up against his waist and started rubbing his length. His balls were so inviting. I sorely wanted to dip down and suck them. But that get in the way of my aim.

Soon he was rock hard and ready. I moved up his legs, raised myself on my haunches, and positioned his tip at my entrance. I fingered myself a little to release some of the river that was waiting. Then I parted my lips and began to sink down onto him.

I had to wiggle a bit and keep adjusting my opening to spread my lubrication along his full length. But it wasn't long before he was all the way inside me, sticking up like a pole.

"Showtime," I said to myself. "Let's do some pole-dancing." I lifted myself up and down on him a little, swaying from side to side, feeling him move against my insides. He put his hands on my thighs and opened his eyes, smiling at the sight of this fully breasted woman riding him. He sighed in appreciation.

I dropped my hand to my clit and started rubbing myself as I moved slowly up and down his pole. I could feel my walls tightening around his meat. I swapped hands, and now began to massage my breasts. I could see that one part of him wanted to close his eyes in the luxury of the moment, yet he couldn't help watching me. Perfect! As for me, the combination of being in control, slowly bringing myself higher, and having a flesh and blood cock twitching inside me rather than a toy, was sumptuous.

He began moving his hips in sync with my rising and falling, pulling us apart further, and pushing himself higher up inside me. My eyes were closed as I focused solely on the physical sensations. My nipples and clit were getting like hot coals.

As I felt those jewels harden beneath my fingers, the sides of my wet canal clamped around his shaft. I was pulling him - holding tight as I rose, slackening off as I descended.

I could have cum more quickly, but I made it slow. I could see he was shivering with delight both when I squeezed myself on to him in rising, and when he pushed up into me on falling. Both of us were staying on the brink. I knew I'd have to do something to take us over the edge. I changed my angle slightly and immediately felt a new spark of electricity shoot through me as his cock touched different places inside. This was it, I knew. I repeated the movement and it happened again. Then I followed a regular rhythm and started driving myself to ecstasy.

Every time I came down on him at this new angle, he moaned louder. The thought of him shooting up inside me got me even more excited. He was pushing up hard. We picked up the pace. We wanted it so much. All I could see was this growing white light as I rubbed myself, riding his long, hard, thick, muscly cock. My movement was rapid now, in time with my breathing. I started to cry out. "I'm... I'm... " And then I was cumming, and so was he, jerking and firing hot cream up into me, and coating the inside of my dark tunnel. Waves and waves broke over me until finally, all was calm.

I opened my eyes wide, my face was flushed and my body was tingling. I curled down forward, my tits pressing into his chest, his softening cock still inside me.

"Hello, lover," I said, and kissed him hungrily.

"Well, hello," he replied after we pulled apart. "I thought I was going to be the one to wake you."

"I always wake up early - especially with the promise of morning glory."

His cock slipped right out of my passage and his cum, which had already begun to ooze out of me, started sliding down like melting snow.

"Shall we get in the shower?" I murmured.

"Good idea," he agreed.

I used the shower for the practical purpose of getting washed and clean, and taking the hint, Bob did as well.

"Breakfast?" he asked, "coffee?"

"A quick bowl of something with coffee would be great. I have to get back for a meeting at 8am. Shall I leave my pyjamas and wash stuff here?"

"Nothing stopping you - and every reason to, I hope."

"Me too," I said with a smile.

After cereal and coffee, I went home and got ready for my meeting. Then I reviewed my emails, and saw one that had somehow escaped my notice previously.

Dearest Jen,

I'm coming to England for a break, doing a little tour and stopping with various people. I thought I'd come to you on 20th June if that's okay. I know that emails sometimes go astray, so I'll turn up anyway and if you're not there I'll find a B&B or something close by. It'll be lovely to see where you live - I've missed you so much!

Love,

Kirsty xxxx

"20th June - that's today!" I thought. I looked at my schedule and realised I could shift most things. My thoughts turned to Kirsty - Kirs - who I'd been so close to in LA. In fact, we became lovers eventually after one of the threesomes I had told Bob about in the restaurant. We had always been deeply attached, but work moved us apart, and we accepted the ending. Then I returned to England.

I quickly emailed back.

Dear Kirs,

My heart erupted with joy when I saw your email. I don't know if you'll get this before you ring my doorbell, but I hope so.

I can't wait!

Love

Jen xxxx

My heart was in my mouth, as I hurried to apply myself to the tasks that needed completing urgently, trying hard not to be distracted by the imagined image of what she might look like when I opened the door.

At 11.20, the doorbell went. I saved my work (never completely trust autosave), and flew downstairs. I took a deep breath, composed myself, and opened the door. There she stood with a small suitcase, summer dress, cardigan, her long blonde hair cascading about her, leather shoulder bag, and that wide, sparkling smile.

"Kirsty," I said, grinning.

"Jen," she said, stepping forward to peck me on both cheeks.

She came inside and put her case down while I closed the door. Then we stood for a moment facing each other. She put her wrists on my shoulders and I put my hands on her waist. We gazed into each other's eyes, drinking in the sight and our shared presence. It had been so long.

She stepped in, sliding her arms forward and around my neck. Mine went up her back. Our tits pressed against each other our lips came together. She was so warm, so soft. Our eyes closed, as we melted. I felt her mouth open slightly, the tip of her tongue pushing through to run along my lower lip. I opened as well, just enough for our tongues to meet. The feeling was heavenly - exactly where we'd left off all those years before.

We parted our lips completely, giving full rein to our tongues, passionately probing the places we once knew so well. Her chest was heaving against my own, her hands in my hair, massaging my scalp, my own hands, under her cardigan, moulding the curve of her back.

I pulled apart.

"Shall we go upstairs?" I asked.

"I'd love to," she said.

So I led her upstairs to my bedroom.

We stood facing each other again, amazed at being together, and resumed our deep, ravenous kissing. I pushed her cardigan off her arms, and she slid her palms inside my t-shirt. It felt so good to have her fingers riding up my back once again.

I undid the lower buttons of her dress, opening it up to reveal her underwear and the softness beyond. I smoothed my palms around her hips, hooking my thumbs inside her knickers - she would call them "panties" I suddenly thought - and pulled them down to the floor. As I stood up, I placed kisses all the way up her legs, and onto her trim golden triangle.

But she wouldn't let me stay there. She hauled me to my feet and pulled my t-shirt off over my head. Then she found the side button of my skirt and loosened it, letting it drop defencelessly to the floor. I stepped forward, kicking it aside. I slowed down, fixing my gaze directly on her eyes. I slowly undid the final buttons of her dress, from the top down, revealing her full breasts.

She shrugged out of it, as I slipped my own knickers off. We were facing each other in only our bras.

"You still look so beautiful," she said. " I love the curve of your hips... And I love what's between your legs."

"You haven't changed either," I said. "I'm so hot for you. I can't wait until our tits are on each other."

"Let's do it," she said.

We moved in again, the way we always had, our lips merging, our tongues darting, and our hands undoing the other one's bra. Then we cast them aside and felt the soft fullness of our breasts pressing against each other. I placed my leg between hers, as if in some exotic dance, and she ground herself hungrily on it. She reached down and slid her hand over my mound, and soon I felt her familiar finger touring my inside.

She pulled it out and held it up before me, glistening with my juices. Then she put it in her mouth and sighed.

"Mmmm, babe, that taste..."

She pushed her finger between my own lips, and I sucked it clean.

"I have to have you," I said, and pushed her back onto the bed. She shuffled further back and I climbed straight on top of her, sitting directly over her face. Immediately I could feel her getting to work, her tongue lapping along the plump lines of my labia, and snaking into my crack.

I leaned forward, brushing my tits over her belly and setting my nipples on fire. Then I moved to lie flat on top of her, and pulled her legs apart. The smell of her sex rose up, covering my face and filling my head. The sight that I'd missed for so many years, her beautiful pussy, just inches away, still the same as ever. Her fine hair, her long dark wavy lips, the line between, slick with her inviting river. Oh, I was ready to swim in her.

I dipped my mouth into her, meeting her labia with my lips, and kissing her cunt deeply with my tongue. She bucked immediately and reached up to clamp her arm over my bum, pulling me tighter on to her mouth. I knew how much she wanted this. I started moaning into her, with each mouthful hungrier than the last. She lifted her knees in restlessness, so that her legs were bent, but still spread wide.

She placed her lips over my clit and began sucking, teasing me with the tip of her tongue. She was moving in for the final straight now. She was ready to cum, and she wanted me to cum too. I could feel myself rising as she started to lap me in earnest.

I continued diving in and out of her, sucking on her and moaning, tasting her sweet waters, breathing in her scent. Then I moved back up to focus on her clit. The moment I touched her, she bucked wildly. I could hear her panting. She was so close, so I ground myself against her, to pull myself nearer my own peak. I licked her again, and she squealed.

Then I went into lapping her repeatedly. She started shaking beneath me, her legs trembling. She had to virtually stop eating me, so she could gulp in the air she needed. I held on to her legs, my arms wrapped around her thighs. Still she tried to lap my clit. I really wanted to cum but she was going to get there first, and I wanted that now more than anything.

I kept on lapping her and she howled, arching her back, pressing down on me with her hands and rocking from side to side as the earthquake shook her.

I slowly dialed back my ministrations as her body relaxed and she recovered her breath and composure. I rolled off her, lying on my side, still top to toe. She stroked my legs, first one, then the other.

"But you haven't cum yet," she said quietly, and I knew it was my turn.

She rolled me onto my back and then her fingers were grazing their way up and down my entrance. I was already very close. She brushed her thumb up over my clit and I immediately responded. She continued to rub me, almost casually and I gave myself to the tremors pulsing through me.

"Oh babe," she said, "look at you!"

She kept on rubbing me, and now I felt the fingers of her other hand entering me, slowly moving in and out. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. When she pulled the hood back to expose my clit further, I knew what was coming. I wanted it so badly. Her tongue lapped me just once and I started cumming hard. I yelled. She carried on, again and again as I pushed my cunt up into her over and over.

When I came down, I felt dizzy with delirium. She snuggled up next to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Nice to see you, lover," she said.

"And you," I replied, kissing her back on the lips. "Would you like some coffee?"

We got up and I passed her a robe.

"The one I gave you," she said as she put it on.

Then we went downstairs to sit in the kitchen and catch up. I told her about Bob, the apples, the whole story.

"I've got an idea," she said.