I grimaced as the tightness in my jeans increased. Not that I was unhappy — on the contrary — but my discomfort was growing and I could do little to relieve it. My prick, which until a few minutes ago was in its normal, dormant state, was now outgrowing the confined space and the strain was telling. The reason for this sudden growth spurt was Suzanne, our next-door neighbour. She’d just popped in for a chat with my spouse and was sitting opposite me. Nothing wrong in that… except she was treating me to a delicious upskirt view. 

Talk about a sight for sore eyes. I couldn't keep my gaze from straying to the tantalising view and my heartbeat raced like a Formula 1 car taking the chequered flag. Lots of thoughts flashed through my head as I stared in disbelief. Did she know? Was this on purpose? Is she flirting with me? As I posed each question, my overactive brain provided the answers. No, she couldn't know what she was doing. Suzanne was a lawyer, a very successful one, and that meant she didn't make mistakes. The idea that she was flirting seemed preposterous. She was in a secure long-term relationship with Simon. Although they didn't live together, they spent many nights and weekends at either of their homes. 

I became less concerned with how and why and focused on something infinity more pleasurable: who and what? I wondered what her pussy looked like beneath the dainty panties. Did she have a bush or did she shave? What did she taste like? And what would it be like to stick my cock inside? 

All these and more flashed through my brain in a matter of milliseconds. Then another thought crossed my mind. Why not record this for posterity and have something to look at when I had the occasional wank? Keeping my expression bland, despite wanting to smile, I picked up my Samsung and pretended to be doing something useful. In fact, I selected the camera app, turned off the giveaway 'clicking' sound, and surreptitiously pointed it toward the gorgeous sight in front of me. I knew if Suzanne or Wifey caught me, I would have a lot of explaining to do and would be forever branded as a pervert. However, not even that could deter me.

I pressed the shutter button and two perfect shots of Suzanne's luscious, toned thighs filled my screen. She wore a short summer dress, not a business suit, and I assumed she hadn't come from work. I don't think I'd ever seen Suzanne badly dressed. Unlike most people, including my wife, Suzanne has a figure that makes anything look sexy. Even a pair of gardening dungarees looks hot on her. So, today's dress in this unexpected heatwave looked pleasing. I gave a silent thank you to the weather Gods for the last few weeks of unbroken sunshine. It had given Suzanne a remarkable tan. 

I heard the murmur of their voices but didn't pay attention to anything other than the exquisite sight in front of me. Her skin, the colour and smooth texture of caramel, contrasted with the bright red of her dress. This highlighted the little triangle of bright white lace between her thighs. 

Although I couldn't see much more than that, my imagination ran riot. I was convinced I could see a lot more than was really possible, even thinking the darker-coloured skin was identifiable through the tiny piece of lace material. In reality, it was probably just the shadow cast by the dress. Whatever I was actually seeing, it was enough to let the blood cascade from my big head to my little one, mushrooming its size. 

Splaying my fingers across the screen, it was gratifying to see the camera's zoom function worked as it should. Suzanne's crotch filled both my display and fantasy as I clicked off another couple of shots. 

‘How can she not know?’ I thought yet again, hoping and praying she wouldn't cross her legs. 

"What do you think, Dan?"

Because I was so busy gazing at the unobtainable, it took me a moment to realise I was being spoken to — and I hadn't the foggiest idea what they were talking about. 

Shit. Had they discovered my clandestine activity.

In my moment of panic, I willed myself not to blush while displaying casual indifference as I looked up from my smartphone. I saw two expectant faces with the indulgent smiles of women who've surprised a man, having put him on the spot, knowing full well he hasn't the slightest chance of digging himself out of the hole that’s opened beneath him. 

‘Baffle them with bullshit’ is my motto when caught in tricky situations, and that's what I tried. 

"Well, you could... Or maybe not... You know, whatever takes your fancy." 

The smirks of superiority opposite me grew and I knew I was on a hiding to nothing. To make matters worse, Suzanne reached for her handbag, and in doing so, spread her knees. 

There was a lot more on view now but I managed not to gasp. Inside the sheer fabric of her panties, there was indeed a darker shadow, and I was sure it was her tanned skin. I enjoyed seeing how the triangular shape narrowed to a thin strip covering her labia, and the delicate patterns at the edges of the delicious garment had my cock twitching. The adrenaline coursing through my veins, made me believe I could see a vertical crease in the soft material as it stretched over her delightful sex. And, not for the first time, I wondered if she knew what she was doing. 

Clicking fingers brought me back to reality. "Dan, Dan, where are you with your thoughts?" my wife asked in irritation. I shook my head, said sorry, and she continued, "Suzanne wants to know if we’re going to her birthday party this weekend." 

I gave Wifey my best ingratiating smile while my eyes swivelled toward our neighbour. She’d taken her smartphone from her bag and a finger was sliding across the screen. "The party begins at Boogies,” she said, “and I'm sending you the address now. A nine o'clock reservation for drinks and dinner, and afterwards we'll see where the fun takes us. What's your phone number, Dan?" she asked, not even looking at me. I gave it to her and seconds later the WhatsApp notification appeared on my screen and, opening it, I saw a Google Maps screenshot. 

Returning my attention to our visitor, my heart sank when I saw she’d pressed her knees together. But, figuring I'd had a good run for my money, I tried not to show my disappointment as Wifey again asked if we were going to the party.

"Darling," I said, "if you want to go, then we'll go, no problem. Is there a dress code Suzanne?"

"Casual," she replied, offering a smile one of pure innocence while I almost lost my cool. She’d spread her knees again and my breath froze in my lungs. In my boxers, my cock twitched as her lace panties came into view once more. Suzanne obviously hadn't noticed me staring because she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Disappointed, I accepted, that her upskirt flashing was accidental. 

Having worked myself into a tizzy, thinking she was flirting with me, my deflated ego felt quite bruised. Still reeling from my own delusions, I watched in despair as Suzanne stood, oblivious to the fact she'd given me a thrill of a lifetime, and smoothed her dress down her toned thighs. I noticed her blood-red manicured nails matched the garment, and after she embraced Wifey, she turned toward me, eyes sparkling, smiled and waved goodbye. 

o0o

That night after my shower, I studied the upskirt photos — and my erection was soon protruding through my open dressing gown. Wifey was on a night out with girlfriends from work, so I wasn't worried about being caught. Although I wasn't masturbating as such, I did grip my warm flesh and give it the occasional tug.

Considering I’d taken the photos covertly, they weren't bad. The two close ups weren't as good as I’d hoped, but that's the price one pays for using the digital zoom on a telephone camera, instead of a real zoom lens on an old-fashioned SLR camera. Mind you, I'd never have got the images if I'd had to use one of those, so I couldn't complain. Besides, what I was looking at was more than enough to fuel my fantasies. The more I studied them, the more I kept playing with my prick, feeling it thicken. 

I knew what I'd done was wrong, and it troubled my conscience, but I consoled myself with the fact I wasn't hurting anybody. Nobody would find out and there was no way anybody else would ever see them. They were mine for my enjoyment in those private moments a man sometimes needs. 

While I was busy rationalising my actions, the telephone rang. It took me a moment to realise it wasn't my mobile. Cursing, I reached for the house phone and I didn't recognise the number displayed. 

Wondering who could call this late, I was wary about answering. Most of our friends and family call on our mobiles, where names or photos appear on the display. Usually, it's only companies trying to sell their products via telephone sales that call our land-line.

“Hello,” I said and relaxed when I heard the smooth silky tones of our next-door neighbour. 

"Hello Dan, I hope you didn't mind me calling," she said, "I couldn't help myself, especially after this afternoon." She sounded a little agitated and I wondered why as I shot a quick look at my smartphone and the shot of her crotch. A sudden feeling of guilt washed over me and my cheeks felt hot. 

"Of course not, you're always a welcome distraction," I said, smiling at my private innuendo.

"Hmmm, I bet I am," she mumbled, her tone lighter. 

"Sorry, what did you say?” I asked, seeking time to digest this new development.

"Should I wear the same dress again?"

Her playful, teasing tone, now confirmed my suspicions and my heart skipped a beat as the implications filtered through the lust induced mist fogging my brain.  

Although I'd spent the last half-hour fantasising about what I'd like to do to my attractive neighbour, it was simply just that, a fantasy, and I thought it couldn’t ever become reality. But, right now, I couldn’t deny what I’d heard and I had to decide whether to pretend not knowing what she was talking about or be honest.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. 

Then Suzanne solved my dilemma. "I saw you looking up my dress, Dan." 

Shit, I hadn't been as discreet as I'd hoped. Although she was only stating a fact, and there wasn't a trace of accusation in her voice, I felt like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I held my breath. What exactly was her intention? Was she going to demand something which I couldn't or wouldn't comply with? This vulnerable position cooled my brief feeling of elation at being correct in my assumption that she’d known what she was doing. 

"Don't worry," Suzanne giggled, "I won't tell anybody. It'll be our little secret." 

‘Can I believe her?’ I wondered, aware that if I'd been so indiscreet, the chance that Wifey had noticed me ogling Suzanne was more probable than I had expected. Yet, Wifey is a very jealous lady and if she thought another lady was making a play for me, she'd be fists first and questions later. 

"Can I trust you, Suzanne," I asked, realising my weak my position.

"Hmmm, that's a chance you must take, Dan. You’ve got very little to bargain with, Mr Peeping Tom,” she purred. “But, would it help if I confessed something you might find it interesting?" 

I was still unsure of what was going on but I agreed that her confession might help. 

"Well," she said and paused. My anxiety increased in the silence until she continued, "At first, I wasn't sure of where or what you were staring at but then I realised what was going on." Another giggle. "Anyway, I didn't want to cause a scene and once I accepted what was happening, I found it quite intriguing to see how often you kept peeking up my skirt." 

'More than just peeking,' I thought, my cheeks burning with shame.

"In fact, I found it more than intriguing. I found it quite exciting, especially seeing the bulge in your trousers. To be honest, the more I saw you looking up my skirt, the more it turned me on. Seeing how fascinated you were when I kept flashing you got me so wet, I felt like I'd peed myself. In fact, I wondered if you could see how horny I was. Hmm… I’m looking at the stains now." 

God, I so wanted to believe her. My heart beat faster. 

"Do you want to see them?"

Did I?

Still unable to believe what I was being asked, I nodded, then realised Suzanne couldn't see me. "If you want to show me… sure, why not?” I replied, trying to act cool.

"Check your mobile," she said, and then rustling noises replaced her voice. Sure enough, seconds later the outline of a photo appeared. While I waited for it to download, I impatiently tapped my fingers on the side of the device. 

It was worth the wait. Suzanne was lying on her bed, pointing her smartphone at a mirror with one hand while using the other to hike her short summer dress around her waist. Although the picture was more revealing than those I’d taken, it wasn't as erotic. That said, seeing her legs spread wide and her lace panties stretched over her sex, made my cock throb.

Zooming in, I saw how the delicate lingerie disappeared between the alluring cleft of her bum. I was busy admiring the view when her voice exploded in my ear again.

"Do you like it?" The question was superfluous. She knew full well I would like it, especially considering my behaviour that afternoon. I looked at the photo again and nodded my head, again forgetting she couldn't see me. Deciding to see how far she was prepared to go, I said yes but complained I couldn't see the discolouring she’d mentioned. 

That elicited another giggle and she said, "Try this then."

Seconds later, another picture emerged on my screen. It was a closeup of her crotch, like those I'd taken, except for one big difference. This was in excellent focus. Everything I'd failed to capture was now crystal clear. 

The slight bulges of her labia formed the crease that outlined her sex, and sure enough, there was discolouration. I typed, "Very fetching," and a laughing emoji greeted me. 

She giggled again then posed a question I suspect she'd been dying to ask from the start of our conversation. "Is your cock hard, Dan?" Before I could reply, she finished, "If not, maybe this will help?"

It was another selfie photo but Suzanne had undone the buttons on the front of her dress and it had fallen away from her tanned body. Her gorgeous body was on display and for my eyes only. Her full bosom looked wonderful, the almond coloured nipples erect, and it was obvious she sunbathed topless. 

Looking at her provocative pose — sprawled across the bed, legs splayed wide — my imagination ran riot again. I still wondered what on earth was happening, where this was leading, while another part of me thought… well, I could hope.

"What do you think?" she asked. 

I stared at my screen, her nearly naked body looking sublime. I went for broke. "You look terrific. Do you always sunbathe topless?" 

"Not always..." I sensed she smiling. "Sometimes I sunbathe nude." 

Thinking of Suzanne naked in her garden, only a few yards across the road from where I was sitting, caused many lurid images to flood my brain. My prick throbbed in appreciation and I tightened my grip around the hard shaft. 

"Dan... You didn't answer my question about your cock."

"Nice and hard.” A mischievous expression on my face, I picked up my smartphone and activated the camera. 

I've heard lots of women don't like erection photos, but I heard no such objections from Suzanne. "Hmmm, very nice, Dan, I'm impressed." 

My ego soared and, clasping my manhood tighter, I continued stroking the rigid shaft. 

"I love watching a man masturbate. Are you wanking now?” she asked. 

As I’m a fan of open and honest communication, Suzanne's direct question brought a smile to my face. "Would it please you to know I am?"

"It does more than please me, Dan. It turns me on something rotten, look." 

I held my smartphone and waited. Patience is a virtue, but not one I share. I fidgeted while the image focused. The reward more than compensated for my impatience. Seeing Suzanne lying almost naked was a huge turn on, but that wasn't the best part. She had a hand inside her panties, her fingers distorting the smooth fabric covering her pussy, and I wished they were mine. My arousal rapidly increased — and I moved my hand quicker. 

"Ha, you're a dirty bitch, Suzanne," I said, whistling in admiration. 

"I know," she giggled, "that's what Simon always says." 

The mention of her boyfriend caused me a momentary doubt, but ignoring the niggling voice in the back of my head, I stared at the photo again. Not only did she ooze sex appeal, but she also possessed a beauty from within and obviously had no inhibitions. That’s something guaranteed to get my motor running. Then another thought crossed my mind. Was she shaven, trimmed or did she go natural? The photo gave no clues and my curiosity grew: I needed to know, so I asked. 

"A landing strip. Wanna see it?"

“Duh, does the Pope pray? Is Brad Pitt good looking? Is a Ferrari a fast..." 

Loud laughter drowned out my words and my smartphone chirped again. This was another close-up. She’d hooked thumbs into her panties waistband, pulling it down to reveal the top edge of her neat pubic hair. I caught my breath, wishing she'd reveal a lot more. 

"I bet you taste delicious, Suzanne. How would you like to feel my tongue flicking over your clit?" I asked, a tremble in my voice betraying my true desire.

"Naughty, naughty, Dan," Suzanne admonished in a playful voice. "Although I'd like that very much, if I allowed you to come over, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from ravishing you and your gorgeous-looking cock." The voice was husky and playful, the heavy breathing was not. 

Was this game on?

The flames of passion were developing into a raging inferno, instigated and goaded by this attractive temptress. But, somehow, I knew this was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. There'd be no secret hook-ups, no affair, and I was sure that if I suggested I’d go over and introduce her to 'Little Dan,' she would refuse. And that would end the evening's entertainment. 

A piece of me felt relieved; my marriage, like many others, had its difficulties but on the whole, it's healthy. However, if Wifey found out I'd been unfaithful, it would become another divorce statistic. 

Trouble was, having shown her how hard my prick was, its state caused in part by the photos she’d sent me, she had no trouble deflating my overblown ego with her resolve. 

That said, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

A sudden pleasurable sigh came through the telephone — at least, that's what I thought I heard. Reacting automatically to the sound, real or imagined, my cock twitched and my ego took a step on the road to recovery. "By the sounds you're making, your body wouldn't mind," I said trying to sound as innocent as possible. "Besides, if you're that worried, you could always let me act as your conscience, Suzanne." 

The hopeful lie elicited a throaty chuckle. "Yeah, right Dan." 

I conjured another mass of images, all sordid and containing the woman across the road. 

"Dan," she said, interrupting a fantasy of me slapping my cock against Suzanne's wanton mouth, "we both know how much you'd like to get into my knickers," she wasn't kidding, "but I can't let my carnal desires overrule my common sense, can I?" 

"Says who?" I muttered, resenting her restraint while knowing she was right. Mind you, the implications of her question kept my hope alive. I'm such a fool.

"Mind you, fantasising about what I'd like to do with you isn't hurting anyone, is it?" 

The flirty fun and pleasure she was experiencing came clearly down the telephone line. But I thought, 'Another damn stupid question I can't answer without lying.' 

Not wanting to spoil the moment, I kept my bitter thoughts to myself. Instead, I asked how I could rock her world. There was a split second's silence.

"If I tell you, Dan, will you wank your cock for me?"

"Only if you finger yourself.” My heart beat wildly with growing excitement.

"Already ahead of you, Dan.”

This time the photo was more explicit. The stained gusset was pulled aside and three fingers pressed against the little hood that formed the top of her slippery slit. Her juicy folds were parted and all I could think about was splitting them further open with my engorged helmet. 

A low whistle escaped my lips, and a giggle reached my ears. 

"Do you think I'm a slut?" 

Hmmm, a tricky one. The wrong answer could put an end to this before things had started, and I didn't want that. However, unsure if she was fishing for a compliment or seeking confirmation of her own self-image, I hedged my bets. 

"You're one of the most intriguing slut's I've ever met," I said. "In fact, discounting porn stars on the internet, I don't think I've ever known such a slutty person as you." 

A pleasurable sigh came across the line. 

"How much do you want to fuck me, Dan?" Suzanne’s laboured breathing increased my excitement. 

"More than you can imagine," I replied with an honesty and desperation that surprised even myself. 

"Hmmm, I like that in a man," she sighed. "Tell me, Dan, what would you do if I stood in front of you and lifted my dress?"

"I'd drop to my hands and knees and crawl across the floor to get to you." 

My reply was accepted with a soft moan. "And what would you do when you realised I'm not wearing any knickers... unlike this afternoon?”

At the recollection of the small white triangle between her legs teased, I tugged my prick harder. 

"When I reach you, I'll start off by kissing your feet before moving to your ankles. Then, with your skin moist from my saliva, I would continue kissing your legs, starting at your calves and moving upward, each kiss soft and erotic. Next, your lower thighs..."

"Go faster."

“… receive the same treatment and, as I make my way up your upper thighs, I can see the goosebumps my warm breath causes, becoming more pronounced as my mouth gets closer to your..." 

"Yes, do it." It was just a whisper, but it was what I wanted to hear. 

"Not only can I smell how turned on you are, but I can also see the top of your thighs are glistening and I speed up my approach. As my tongue traces the length of your slippery slit, you grab my head and pull my face into your dripping wet cunt." 

"Can you hear how wet I am?" Suzanne demanded, interrupting my dialogue. Before I could reply, the unmistakable sound of fingers squelching into a very wet opening filled my ear.

"Hmm, I'd love to see that," I said, a little too enthusiastically. 

"I know you would, Dan," Suzanne replied, her breathing laboured, "but..."

"I know, I know, this can never happen," I finished her sentence, cursing myself for being a know-it-all. I hate when I'm right.

"Shush, lover.” Husky tones caressed my ear. "Just keep telling me how you're gonna make me cum." 

"I push my tongue into your cunt..."

"I love it when a man talks dirty."

"Licking up all the sweet cunt juice you're secreting..."

"Ughhh." Hearing Suzanne respond to my words was the biggest arousal I'd experienced for a long time and I increased the speed of my wanking.

"Would you finger my ass?" 

The hungry desperation in her voice set my imagination on fire. Was she asking for something she secretly craved but couldn't get? Or did she enjoy anal play? Or was this simply a part of the game we were playing?

"Anything you want, darling," I replied. "I'll stick my fingers, my tongue, and my prick up your ass if that's what you want." 

Except for her heavy breathing and soft moaning, there was no immediate response. 

"Suzanne?"

"Don't stop you fool, I'm close." 

I imagined her lying on one side, a hand between her legs rubbing her swollen clit while she had one of her perfectly manicured fingers on her other hand, pressed deep into her pert bottom. Although the image was sordid, it was one I would have given anything to witness and I hoped she would forgive me. I felt a twinge in my balls; my spunk was reaching boiling point. 

"After you've cum all over my face, I’d stand in front of you and kiss you, letting you taste your own arousal. Then I’d grab hold of your hair and make you bend forward to suck my cock, watching your gorgeous ass wave in the air. 

“Oooh, yesss."

"I'd watch you swallow my prick, seeing your perfectly made-up lips clamp around my throbbing girth while I pull your face into my loins. I wouldn't stop until I felt your mouth around the base of my cock, my eight inches buried down your throat." 

The intensity of the heavy breathing increased, interspersed with "fucks" and "shits" and erotic moans, and I wanted to ask if she was close. Fearing my constant questioning might spoil the very thing I was aiming for, I continued my narrative. Besides, my balls were getting tighter, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I erupted. 

"After letting you deep throat me, making my prick all nice and slippery, I'm gonna turn you around, flip your dress over your back and bury my meat right into your juicy cunt." 

"Yesss, fuck me hard," Suzanne moaned into the phone. 

"I'll grab hold of your wrists, and I'll pull your arms behind you so you'll be helpless to do anything. Then I'll fuck the living daylights out of you, pumping my cock so hard into that gorgeous cunt of yours, that you'll be begging me not to stop."

"Hmmm, I like it nice and hard, especially from behind," she blurted before catching her breath again.

Now the time seemed right. ”Are you close to cuming, slut?"

"More than you can imagine," she said, her voice all husky and I regretted this wasn’t a video call. "Are you?" 

I told her I wasn't far behind her. 

"Hmmm, I love watching a man cum." Her confession sounded excited, but what she said next almost blew my mind. "Dan, when you cum, let it shoot all over yourself and then send me a picture. Will you do that for me, lover?”

"Anything for you, darlin'," I promised and knew I would do it.

"I can't wait," she purred. "Now make me cum, Dan." 

I adjusted my narrative to suit her needs. "After hearing you beg, I'm gonna withdraw my cock and order you to suck it before I make you cum. Because you're so turned on, you won't disobey me. Within seconds you're on your knees slobbering all over my cock, licking off your juices while you look me in the eye, like a porn star."

A low moan interrupted my train of thought — but not for long. 

"When I'm satisfied you've cleaned my prick as much as you can, I'll entwine my fingers into your hair and pull you to your feet. Then, while we kiss, I'll press against you, making you move backwards until we reach your bed. After you land on your back, exposing your beautiful cunt,  I'll grab your ankles and spread your legs as wide as they can go while I press my cock against your sex. You look at me with that, 'come hither,' expression you have. Unable to resist temptation, I'll order you to guide me inside your cunt. The seductive way you lick your lips as you reach for my throbbing cock almost makes me cum and I have to exert a lot of willpower while you place the tip between your juicy folds." 

Another erotic moan. "Keep going Dan, don't stop." 

Her instructions were easier understood than followed. My orgasm was fast approaching and despite having to concentrate on what I was saying, I didn't want to slow down. 

"Before I enter you, you slide my engorged helmet up and down the length of your slippery slit, rubbing the purple dome right into your clit. Shivers of pleasure run down my spine and I hear you purr like a spoilt pussycat. I'm impatient to sink my cock back inside you and groan. Hearing me, you take pity and insert my meat between your pussy lips and buck your hips. I thrust forward and my cock disappears into your silken tunnel."

"Yesss." Her reaction evolved into an extended hiss and I knew she wasn't far off. 

"I mean business now, and after burying my cock deep into your cunt, I grind my pelvis into your mound, and your whimpers spur me on. I pull back my hips and hear your cry of alarm. I smile down at you like a king would when being served by an attractive servant and then plunge my meat inside you again. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills your bedroom."

"Don't stop, Dan." 

The whispered plea told me enough. Knowing she was close helped me restrain myself, but I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Determined to make her cum before I shot my load — and wishing I was an actual participant in what I was narrating — I tried slowing my motion. However, my need to cum proved to be strong and I struggled to keep control.

"I give it to you, hard and relentless, just as you like it. Our eyes, like our bodies, locked in a battle of wills which neither of us wants to lose..."

"Keep going, lover," she whispered. 

"Between your moans and whimpers, you curse me. You call me a fucker, a dirty bastard, and a big pricked wanker, among other things, and your words inflame me. I pull you towards me, your legs hanging in the crook of my arms while I continue to jackhammer your sex. Then I see your stomach muscles contract and your face grimace as the sensations coursing through your body become too much. Knowing you're staring into the abyss, I drive my prick into you, hard, the force expelling the breath from your lungs. Your eyes open wide, and you look right through me. You shudder beneath me and your silken tunnel floods. I grin victoriously."

"Fuckkk..." 

I felt elated. The feline moan that followed the drawn-out expletive could only mean one thing. In my mind, I saw Suzanne lying on her bed, her body shuddering uncontrollably, with fingers buried in both her orifices. 

I continued: "After watching you orgasm, something more beautiful than I'd ever imagined, I warn you I can't hold on much longer. My hips are moving back and forth like a well-oiled piston and I feel my spunk rising. My roar lets you know I, too, have passed the point of no return. You order me to pull out but it's too late. I have no control over my body. My spunk is hot and I shoot my first salvo into you. I hear you gasp. Remembering your words, I retract my ejaculating cock from your gaping pussy. Slick with our climactic juices, I point it toward your quivering body."

Lying on the sofa, hand wrapped tight around my erection, I’d reached boiling point and I jerked my hips. Unable to continue my narrative, the only sounds from my mouth were the satisfying grunts of climax. 

Then Suzanna's honey-coated voice filled my ears. "Having recovered from the most amazing orgasm, I watch your face freeze and feel your hot spunk scalding my insides. I moan in delight as your semen mixes with my cum and can't believe my eyes when you pull your cock from my cunt and point at my face. I grab it and tug it furiously. Another load of spunk shoots through the air, the power is unbelievable. It splatters onto my dress, from my belly right up to my chest. The thick white fluid stains my garment with the sweet scent of our adultery."

Listening to Suzanna's raunchy words, explicit images filled my mind, and another powerful convulsion racked my body. More thick spunk flew from my prick. As I lay ejaculating, my sexy neighbour continued our story. 

"I see you open your eyes and look down at me. My gaze follows yours and we both stare at the thick fluid soaking into the thin material of my dress. I feel the wetness seeping through the fabric and grin wantonly at you. You smile back at me, a mischievous one to my mind, and I get a desire to do something outrageous. I want to blow your mind. Seeing my naughty girl expression, you raise your eyebrows. That makes me giggle, and before you can say anything, I reach out and run my fingers through your spunk, scooping it up. 

“I hear you gasp and that urges me on. I hold my fingers above my face and open my mouth. The tendrils of salty cum drip into my mouth. You taste delicious and I lick my fingers clean before scooping up another glob. When I'm finished, I fold my arms around your neck, pulling you toward me, our lips coming together and our tongues entwining. We kiss for what seems like forever and when you pull back, I whisper 'Thank you, Dan’."

"Suzanne," I croaked, my throat dry, "you're the best. Check your smartphone.” 

"Good night, Dan, sweet dreams," she replied and the line went dead. 

o0o

I drifted off to sleep after that and, next thing, I was cursing the damned alarm clock blaring in my ear. I dragged myself from the bed and shuffled to the bathroom. 

An hour later, I sat in the daily traffic jam thinking about what had happened the previous night. My smartphone warbled with the WhatsApp ringtone. Wondering who was messaging at that early time, I opened the app and saw a photo. It was Suzanne. She was standing, wearing the same dress as yesterday afternoon — only now she was holding the front up like she’d described and she wasn't wearing panties. Then a text message appeared. 

‘Dan, all I can think about is what you would do to me if you had the chance. My back door is open and I'm horny.’

Author's note - A big thank you to Jwren for the time and energy he expended on this story. I'll try to do better next time, Andrea xox