Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Being Neighborly”. When do you listen to my stories? First thing in the morning? At work? On the drive home?
Oh I know, when you are in bed, alone. Wearing nothing but your blue boxers. You then stroke your beautiful cock to the sound of my voice .
You imagine me naked, your hands climbing along my thighs, opened, smooth wet, lips spread, thrusting passionately into me and then me moaning your name.
Yes, that makes you cum, doesn’t it? I like that thought. Now you know what turns me on, I want to know what turns you on?
I need a helping hand and this story give me that and more.. are you ready? Let’s begin…
From the double glass doors leading from the dining room to the redwood deck in my split level home, I watched as two very handsome men moved into the house behind mine.
As l watched the boxes and furniture being moved in, I couldn't help but notice that one of the men reminded me of an animal. He had shoulder length brown hair, and as he carried boxes, wearing just a pair of cutoffs, my eyes were drawn to his tanned, muscular chest and arms. I let my mind drift, thinking of how those wonderful limbs would feel wrapped around me.
They moved in on a Saturday morning, under my watchful gaze. To my delighted surprise, it was weeks before I heard a peep out of them. The blond man, the shorter of the two, yelled at the "animal" through the back door, "Stephen, I'm gonna run downtown and get the concert tickets, are you sure you don't want to go?"
"No thanks, Bill. I'm just gonna soak up some sun by the pool and relax.”
I heard this conversation through the open window in my kitchen, and moved to stand by the glass doors again, watching as Bill quietly pulled out of their driveway and headed downtown. I then looked down into their yard and saw ,Stephen sun bathing on a lounger near their pool, his only clothing being a pair of tiger striped swim trunks.
I tried to go about my housework, but was drawn back to the window by my curiosity of this man, Stephen. He was very handsome..
I pulled a dining room chair in front of the glass doors and took a really good look at him. Yes, given the opportunity, I could enjoy this man. As my mind drifted, I could feel a dampness between my legs. I slipped off my tank top and pressed my breasts together, while contemplating the feel of this man's hands. I unhooked my bra and removed it also. I licked my finger slowly, and circled my nipples with the moisture on the tip of my finger. My nipples hardened at my own touch and my body responded to this simple arousal.
I continued to watch Stephen as I stood now, leaning against the glass. I slipped my right hand into my shorts, rubbing my wet clit for him, as my left hand continued to tease my breasts. I wondered to myself what Stephen would feel like, taste like. The moisture between my legs grew as I stroked more intensely. I must have closed my eyes for an instant, because when I looked back down at Stephen, I realized he was rubbing his cock through his trunks, and watching me.
I backed away from the window, embarrassed at being caught. I sat on the dining room table and continued to stroke myself, knowing that Stephen had been turned on by what he had seen.
There was a tap on the door. I looked up to find him standing on the deck. His hand covered his erection, but his beautiful green eyes pleaded for more.
How could I say "no" to such a sight? I didn't open the door, but stepped up to it, and lowered my shorts. I didn't have on panties, and my sex had been shaved clean. The door was not locked; he could have entered, but he simply stood there, mouth open, watching, as I slipped my hand between my legs and began pumping myself with two fingers. With my other hand, I lifted a breast to my lips and licked and sucked my nipple.
At last, he could take no more teasing, and pushed open the door. As he stepped into my home, I backed up, until I was up against the dining room table.
Stephen stepped up to me, lifted me, and set me down on the table. I spread my legs, beckoning him to come closer. His stiff cock was still inside his trunks as he stepped up to me. I reached down, rubbing his cock through his trunks as he reached between my legs, and stroked my hard clit, dripping with juice.
I could feel moisture through his trunks and knew it was time we received relief from the sexual tension that enfolded us. "Stephen, bring it out for me?" I asked. He pulled his trunks down, bending down as he brought them to his ankles. He didn't stand right up, but placed his hands on my knees, spreading my legs more and began kissing my thighs. I lay back on the table and moaned with pleasure as his lips travelled up to my cunt to kiss and pleasure me.
His tongue danced on my clit before plunging into me. As he pumped me with his tongue, my breath quickened and I needed to cum. I reached down to him, pulling him in closer, pumping with him until the first wave of orgasm rushed through me. I lay there, panting, feeling my cunt tighten around his tongue as my blood pumped rapidly through my veins. My clit throbbed wildly with delight and I wanted Stephen inside me.
"Stephen, I need you... please....cum inside me..." I called out. Stephen wasn't slow to react, slipping his hard cock deep inside me. He placed his hands under my thighs, my feet on his shoulders, as he pressed his hard cock into me.
My hands grasped the edge of the table as I lifted myself up to meet his cock.
Each thrust brought me closer and closer to that orgasm I'd imagined the day he'd moved in.
Stephen was watching his cock glide in and out of me when I knew I was ready. "Stephen, I'm gonna cum again... cum with me," I demanded. I came hard, my muscles contracting, milking the sweet cum from his cock.
My body trembled slightly as my climax slowly subsided. Stephen bent over me, nuzzling a nipple. I giggled at the realization of what we'd just done. Stephen, with a grin, said, "Nice to meet you, neighbor. Mind if I drop in again?"
“Fuck yes…cum with me again, and again and again…”
