The neighborhood was dark and quiet, well past when everyone headed off to bed. I sat in the darkness, enjoying a cigar and sipping bourbon in the silence of night.
The sound of our resident owl hoots was interrupted by the rustling of the bushes from between the houses. It was likely a raccoon or possum walking through. It had happened before, and I don't know who was more scared, me or the raccoon.
I jumped out of my chair, startled when a large shadowy figure approached.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I smelled smoke," the neighbor girl Lana said.
"Jesus. You about scared me to death," I replied quietly.
Lana lived with her ex-husband's father, George. Her ex, Tim, had left town when the cops issued a warrant for dealing drugs. Lana was rarely seen during the day and only in George's company. It surprised me that she was bold enough to come over.
"The smell of the cigar is what caught my attention, Lana said. "My Dad smoked them, and I love the smell. Sometimes, he'd let me take a puff or two."
"Go ahead if you want," I passed her the stogie.
Lana brought it to her lips, taking a long drag off the cigar, choking because she had accidentally inhaled.
"Easy," I said, "It's not a joint."
Lana laughed, "Yeah, I know. It's been a while since I had one. Dad always said that it looked like I had a dick in my mouth."
"That would be a small dick," I chuckled, making her laugh. "What's the deal over there anyway? I never see you during the day. What, are you some kinda vampire or something?"
"No. Well, I'm not supposed to be outside, but I sneak out when George falls asleep. Tim doesn't like it," she said. "He'll kick me out with no child support if he catches me talking to other men."
"Oh, Tim. Yeah, I've had a run-in with him a time or two. Never really scared me," I handed Lana my glass of bourbon.
She took a few sips and passed it back, saying, "I didn't mean to interrupt you. Thanks for the drink."
"You're not bothering me. Have a seat if you want to," I pointed to the chair next to mine.
Lana sat uncomfortably on the edge of the chair, ready to run if someone caught her out of the house. "Relax, Lana. No one's going to find out that you were here," I tried to calm her trepidation.
"Here, you finish this," I said, pouring some more bourbon into the glass.
I lit another cigar, telling her to finish that one. "It doesn't look like a dick by the way. A big turd maybe, but not a dick," I laughed.
"Thanks. That's the image I want you to think of while I smoke this," Lana said, sinking back into the chair. "This is nice. Thanks again."
"I'm out here most nights. You are welcome to join me anytime," I said, tapping her glass with the bottle before taking a long drink.
"Do you ever get lonely over there?" I pried.
"No. I have George and Jr, and that's enough," she tried to sound convincing.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it. So what do you do if you're lonely?"
"Oh. That. Well, I don't have any privacy, so I take long baths when I get the chance, usually when Junior is at school and George takes a nap. George says he knows what I'm doing in there and suggests some awful shit," she stopped mid-sentence. "Why am I telling you all this?"
"Cause I'm easy to talk to," I said, topping off her glass.
"George is old and irritable. I ignore him most of the time, but sometimes it's easier to give in. You know what I mean?" Lana said, taking a couple of gulps from her glass.
"You mean, like you fuck him?" I asked.
"Oh. God no! Sometimes, he'll get a little too worked up, and I'll have to take care of it for him," she lowered her voice. "With his arthritis, he has trouble grasping things, so I'll help him out. You know, to finish him. God. I can't believe that I'm telling you this."
"So, do you use your hands or mouth? Come on, we're adults," I pressed her for answers.
"Most times, all it takes is for me to stand there naked, and he does it himself; other times, I might have to give him a handy," she giggled.
"So no cigar smokin' going on over there, then?"
"Do you remember the ambulance from a while back?" Lana asked. "That was because I finished him with my mouth. He spent a week in the hospital because I sucked his dick. I nearly gave him a heart attack. Now he doesn't even ask."
"Jesus. Your head is so good that it almost killed him," I joked.
"I've been known to give good head," Lana said. Her teeth glowed in the moonlight as she smiled.
"Well, I'll never know and would never tell," I said smugly.
"I'll never tell either," she said, placing her hand on my knee.
"Really? You'll never tell?" I said, taking the glass and cigar from her hands. "Show me."
Lana slid out of the chair between my knees, sliding her hands over my thighs, asking, "Would you like me to show you?" as she pulled my zipper down.
I fished my rapidly growing cock out for her. There was enough light that I could watch her head bob up and down on my cock. She swirled her tongue on my dickhead before taking me back between her lips. Gentile suction as she pulled my dick out drove me wild. My dick made a pop sound as she pulled her mouth off.
"Well, what do you think? Are you going to have a heart attack, too," she asked before taking my cock back deep inside her mouth.
"It's good, but not heart attack good. Yet," I said as I stood, placing my hands on Lana's head and began to thrust my cock into her mouth.
Lana gagged a little until she became accustomed to my intruding meat muscle. She reached up and unbuttoned my shorts, letting them fall to the ground. Lana cupped my balls, squeezing them gently as I pumped my cock into her orifice. She pulled my cock out to catch her breath, licking the vein of my cock down to my balls as she gulped for air. Her tongue tickled my balls while she stroked my shaft.
"You can cum in my mouth if you want to," Lana said as she sucked my cock back between her lips.
I pulled her hair into a ponytail to keep it away from her mouth. I again held her head as I pumped my hips, thrusting my cock to the back of her mouth, force-feeding her my skin sausage.
Lana's free pressed on my hip, bracing herself from the blows of my pelvis. I let go of Lana's head, giving her back control. She tilted her head deep, throating my cock. Her hands went to my ass cheeks, holding me as she plunged my dick down her gullet.
"Are you ready?" I asked her.
Lana nodded and picked up the pace making gurgling sounds as my cock came in and out of her throat.
"Oh my God," I gasped as I unloaded into her mouth.
She gulped my cum down as quickly as she could, but my load still spurted out the corner of her mouth. Lana pulled my cock out of her mouth, wiping my jizz off of her chin.
"Heart attack worthy?" Lana asked with her smile glowing up at me.
"Jeezus. You just blew my brains out," I replied, pulling up my shorts.
Lana grabbed the glass of bourbon, chugging it down. "I need to go," she said, getting off her knees. "You're out here most nights? Hmm, I'll have to remember that," as she disappeared into the darkness.
I slumped back down into my chair and finished my cigar, contemplating what she meant when she said that she'd have to remember that. I'd have to sleep on that.
The next morning, I woke up hard as a rock. I rolled my wife over for a quicky before I needed to go to work. I didn't even know if you could call it that. I worked from home as a Regional Manager. The going joke around the house was if my wife could file sexual harassment charges against me. My boss told her No.
All I could think about that day was staying up smoking a cigar with the neighbor girl. It was a slow day, and I took a long nap at my desk. My wife noticed how quiet I was at dinner and asked if I had a rough day.
"No, just dealing with some crap towards the end of the day," I told her.
"Was that before or after your nap," she smiled across the table.
"What nap?"
"The nap that made you snore so loud we heard you in the kitchen," she said.
"No. It was after that," I said, laughing cause she'd caught me napping again.
Later in the evening, after I was certain they'd fallen off to sleep, I grabbed a glass and bottle of bourbon and a couple of cigars. My wife knew the drill. I'd sit up for a couple of cigars and drink until I could sleep. She didn't care as long as I didn't get drunk or smoke around the kids. I never did.
I hadn't been there long before a shadow appeared, coming closer. I passed Lana a cigar and the lighter, but Lana held out her hand, saying, "Not tonight. That grumpy old fucker smelt it on me this morning. I'll take some bourbon, though. By the way, how did you sleep?"
"Pretty Good," I said. "How about you?"
"Great. After a hot bath, that is," Lana chuckled. "Remember, I share a room with my son."
She took the glass and slammed the shot I had poured. Handing me the glass to refill, she asked, "Would you like a repeat of last night?" she asked seductively as she took the glass back.
"You liked it that much?" I snickered as I chugged from the bottle.
"I haven't gotten laid in years, and before last night, the last dick I had in my mouth was the old man's next door," she said. "So yeah, I liked last night."
Lana leaned forward, closer to me. She paused before leaning all the way to kiss me. I kissed her back. Just a peck, then a second, and by the third, her tongue was in my mouth, wrestling with mine. She brought her hand to the back of my head and dropped it to my cheek, cupping it as she kissed me. When she pulled away, saying, " I thought maybe you'd reciprocate. Maybe slip me the bone."
"You keep sucking my cock like last night, and I'll slip you more than a bone," I said as I leaned in to kiss her back. " So, how's this supposed to work?"
"Well, for starters, I'm not wearing panties under my skirt. So, it should be easy," she whispered. "To reciprocate, that is. Tit for tat, if you will."
"Speaking of tits. What you got hiding under that?" I pointed at her top.
Lana pulled her top off. The full moon illuminated her pale tits. They shined like glow-in-the-dark stars in my kid's room. I grabbed one of her titties, running my thumb across her erect nipple.
Her breasts were large and sagged from their weight. At least Double Ds, by my guess. I slipped off my chair and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I dropped my hand under her skirt to her pantiless, tight little hole. Lana kissed me as my fingers penetrated her vagina. She scooted forward to the edge of her chair, whispering, "Suck my nipples."
I brought my lips back to her right nipple, sucking it hard between my lips, while Lana pinched and twisted her left one. I repeatedly plunged two fingers into her pussy while rubbing circles on her clit with her thumb. Lana whispered, "Lick my cunt. Lick it. Oh God, please lick my cunt," she pleaded.
I kissed my way down to her bush. I could smell her intoxicating aroma, which was a mix of Jasmine shampoo and her musk. It wasn't off-putting but would be easily noticed by my wife. I would have to remember to wash my face. I dove in, tongue first. Lana grabbed my hair the moment my mouth made contact. A neglected young woman's passions had been ignited. Lana came almost immediately, humping her muff onto my mouth.
I kept my two fingers stuffed inside her, curling them up, searching for her G-spot. She inhaled sharply through her teeth when I found it. Lana thrust her hip toward me and pulled my head to her simultaneously as she came again. She ground her dripping honey pot on my face as she rode out the raging storm from within. I lifted my head, asking her, "Would you like to Sixty-Nine?"
"I haven't done that in quite some time, but Yeah, I'd like that," Lana said, taking my hand as I stood. I led her around the corner of the house. There were no windows, and it was the furthest from the back door. I sat on the grass, making out for a few moments before laying on my back. Lana assumed her position on top of me with her pulled up to her waist. She sat on my face, enjoying the tongue-lashing that I was giving her. She moaned again as she climaxed.
Lana brought her lips to the tip of my cock, sucking its head into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. She took more of my shaft with each bob of her head until she hit the back of her throat. Lana held the tip of my cock to the back of her mouth until her gag reflex relaxed. She then took my cock into her throat like she'd done last night.
While Lana was working my cock over, I licked and nibbled on her clitoris. Lana humped my face as my tongue explored her twat. I reach an arm out between her legs, slipping my thumb into her cunt hole as I lick circles on her clit. I could feel the vibrations of Lana's moans on my shaft, sending shivers through my balls.
I dipped two fingers into her pussy hole, coating them with her juices. I slipped my thumb back in her cunt as I pushed my slickened fingers into her backdoor. Lana's body tensed as they penetrated her pooper pucker.
Lana's hips bucked, grinding her cunt onto my mouth as hard as she could as a colossal climax came crashing down upon her. She never missed a beat as her orgasm built within her; her head bobbed faster on my shaft. She was trying to bring me to orgasm with her, and it was working. The combination of her deep-throating talents and the vibrations of her moans were too much for me to withstand.
I unleashed countless spurts of cum into her mouth as she, too, spritzed on my face. Lana kept sucking, and I kept licking until she collapsed on top of me, exhausted from her orgasm. She rolled off to sit facing me as I propped myself up on my elbows, saying, "Jesus, that was hot."
"Yes, it's been too long since I've cum like that. Now I just need my guts rearranged from a good twat stuffing," Lana said, chucking. "God, do you believe what we just did?"
"Yeah, It was pretty good, wasn't it," I replied.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" she asked. "You came over to help set up a new digital TV antenna. I was holding it while you reached across me to grab the aluminum foil, but you grabbed my breast instead. You did that on purpose, didn't you?
"Accidentally on purpose," I said with a laugh. "But remember, you let hold it without saying anything."
"I've wanted to fuck you ever since then," she leaned closer. "It's you that I think about in the tub every night. You're the only man that's touched me like that since I got pregnant with Junior. Will you please fuck me? Just once,"
"Yes," I replied softly. "But not tonight,"
The kitchen light came on, illuminating part of the backyard. It's probably one of the kids getting a drink. Lana grabbed her top and disappeared into the darkness.
The light was still on by the time I gathered my things and went inside. It had to have been one of the kids. They'd have been too afraid to walk back to their room in the dark and left the lights on. I noticed a trace of lipstick on the rim of the glass as I placed it in the sink and quickly washed it off.
I went to the bathroom to check my face for lipstick and wash it to remove Lana's musk. My wife started me as I pulled the washcloth from my face. "Jeeesh, you scared the shit out of me," I said. "I'm just washing the cigar smell off of me before bed."
"I was bringing Tommy's water glass back to the kitchen. He said he was too scared to go himself," she said, handing me the glass before heading back to bed.
I was relieved that there wasn't lipstick on me, but I would ask Lana the next time I saw her. I took the glass to the kitchen and shut everything off for the night. I was awake for most of the night, thinking of fucking Lana.
I stood watching the downpour out the window of my office, thinking to myself, No cigars tonight. "Hey," my wife said, poking her head into my office. "Mom called, asking if we could come for a visit this weekend since it's a long weekend. What do you think? You want to come?"
I wrinkled up my nose, saying, "I know the kids love staying at Grandma's, but I'll end up fixing all of the things that your dad won't. Do you remember the last time? I spent all afternoon on something that they were going to donate anyway. You and the kids can go. It will give me time to catch up on work stuff."
"Ha! You mean nap. Right?" she laughed as she left, calling back, "Don't drink all weekend."
George drove into his driveway with Lana and Jr. in the backseat. They waved as I helped load my kids into the car Friday morning. My youngest yelled to them, "We're going to Grandma's house by the beach."