I'm Only Being Neighbourly, Darling P3

Jade's heart pounded in her chest as she tiptoed across the dimly lit hallway, her heels silent on the carpet. She clutched Harry's keys firmly in her palm; after all, she had no other option as the crotch-less lace bodysuit she wore had zero pockets. Her lips curled into a small smile; Jenson had already left for work, and Harry had requested a morning wake-up call, her desires racing with anticipation as she put the key in the lock.

She turned it just enough to hear the now-familiar click and pushed the door open.

Jade smiled; she was here to wake Harry, and he had requested a very intimate alarm call. 

She pushed open the door to the bedroom. Harry lay sleeping, his breathing deep and even. Jade crept towards the bed, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in soft gasps; the sight of him sleeping so settled turned her on. She almost didn't want to disturb him, but she had made him a promise.

Slowly she lifted the covers, gently, before delicately sliding her body under and into the warmth of his bed, her heart pounding even louder now as she pulled the covers over her head and inched down his body, Harry stirred and willingly turned his pelvis towards her. Jade's breath caught in her throat as she came level with his dick; eagerly, she reached out and touched him, still soft and warm. She gave him a slight squeeze, a gentle hello, before leaning in and pressing her lips to the tip. Harry stirred again and moved to help her with access.

Jade began to kiss him, her lips parting and lingering, her tongue probing out to taste him. She could feel him growing harder in her hand; she took him in her mouth, her red lips tight around his shaft (he liked her in thick red lipstick; he had repeatedly told her that the last couple of weeks).

Although she loved sucking him, loved feeling him grow in her mouth, it had kept her away from her work a lot recently,, and excuses were becoming thin, not that she worried too much; Harry was retired, he didn't have a job to be late to, and she didn't have kids or other responsibilities to keep her from dropping everything to help him out. 

She swirled her tongue around his tip, the blissful taste of him in her mouth, his cock growing harder and thicker with each flick of her tongue. Harry made a soft noise in his throat, his body shifting slightly under the covers. Jade looked up, a smirk playing on her lips as she took him back into her mouth. She loved him coming to life at her touch, loved knowing that she was the one 'waking' him up, the one making him hard.

With her lips tight around his shaft, her hand began stroking his inner thigh, her nails, long and red like he preferred, scratching over his flesh.

Harry moaned softly, his hips twitching, and Jade felt it, his cock pulsing in her mouth, growing even harder. She moaned around his cock, the vibration of her lips causing him to gasp and move; Jade moved with him, her grip struggling to keep him close and inside her.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice thick with desire and amusement but she knew he had already been awake and willing.

She loved being able to help him out like this, loved the power of this neighbourly arrangement.

"Morning," she managed to get out without taking him completely from her mouth.

She kept up the suction, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around his now rock-hard cock.

Harry's hands moved to behind his head. "That's nice, Jade," he groaned. "Be a good neighbour and suck that cock."

Jade felt his pubic hair brush over her nose as she took him whole. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, could feel the veins pulsing with each heartbeat.

She loved the way he felt, the taste of him, the smell of him. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, her clit throbbing with each throb of his own; she had grown to realise this was far more to her than just being neighbourly and helping with his 'releases'; she had grown to love him, even in the short period of time she had been supplying neighbourly services, she admitted to herself as she sucked on his amazing dwang.

She loved him, loved everything about him, even his grey pubic hair tickling her nose as she sucked; she even loved him more than her own husband, she admitted to herself as she thought about their encounters over the weeks. She yearned to tell him but worried he would not feel the same, so she decided to make herself invaluable to him and his releases.

Harry pulled the covers back, revealing his body beneath her. "Hey, since I'm awake, with such a great blowjob, why don't you ride me?" He said, his voice already thick with desire, as he looked down at her, his cock slick with her saliva. Jade's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, her pussy throbbing at the thought of him inside her as she wasted no time agreeing.

She quickly straddled him, her wet pussy already pressed against his cock. Harry's hands gripped her hips over the lace of the bodysuit.

Jade's hand took his sloppy penis in her grip and guided him towards her exposed, soaked pussy; she slowly lowered herself onto him, her eyes locked onto his, biting her puffy red lower lip as she did.

She gasped as his cock head began to stretch her open, slowly sinking deeper into her tight confines, her hips gyrating as she impaled herself further onto him. She wished they were more than just neighbours; she allowed herself to imagine a life together, just the two of them, no more work, no more husband for her, just their love and his releases she dreamily fantasised, riding the wonderful cock of Harry her husband and not Harry the sexy old neighbour.

Harry moaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tight. "Fuck, Jade, you feel amazing," he groaned.

Jade's hand moved to his chubby chest, and she leaned forward, her eyes closed, as she let herself engulf his full, rigid, glorious member, her pussy walls hugging him as she began to rock her hips.

"Harry," she moaned, his name escaping her lips like a secret confession. She imagined them married, sharing a bed like this every morning, no more sneaking across the hall, no more pretences. She loved the thought of it, of being his, of being the one he woke up with every day.

But for now, she had to be content with just being his neighbour, with being the one who helped him with his releases, she had to fantasise about him in secret like she had been doing. She rocked her hips faster, her body moving in rhythm with her thoughts, her mind lost in the idea of a future with Harry.

"That's it, Jade," Harry encouraged, his hands gripping her hips tighter.

Jade complied, her body moving faster, her breasts bouncing inside the bodysuit, the lace abrasive on her skin, with each thrust.

She imagined Harry seeing her as more than just a helpful neighbour, imagined him seeing her as his wife. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she moaned softly, her hips moving with more urgency.

"Fuck, Jade, you're so goddamn tight," Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his fingers digging. "I could do this every day."

Jade's mind whirled at the thought. She imagined them spending all day in bed together, just the two of them, him lost in her body. She imagined cooking him breakfast, her sitting beside him at the table in one of his shirts, her hair tossed and messed from their lovemaking.

She could feel her pussy tighten around him as she thought about it, her hips moving faster, her body chasing the fantasy, the need for him driving her. Jade eagerly fucked Harry, her hips moving in long, deep thrusts, her pussy gripping him tightly.

Harry groaned, "Oh, fuck, Jade, that's so good," he groaned, his eyes locked onto hers, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Jade felt her own breath catching in her throat when she looked into his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she rode him harder, her body moving with a desperate need, a need to feel him and his release, to claim him as her own. She leaned forward, her hands pressing against his chest, her thumbs brushing over his nipples repeatedly, feeling them harden beneath her touch.

"Harry, I want this," she panted, her voice raspy and just above a whisper at the sudden admission, her body aching with the need for him, her pussy still clenching around his cock, her walls pulsing with each thrust. She knew she should stop, that she should pull away and go home and save herself from any rejection, but she couldn't; she didn't want to. She needed him, needed this.  "Fuck, Harry, I need you," her body desperate for more. "I need you to fuck me, to be yours."

"You want that, Jade? You want me to allow you to ride my dick like it's yours?" he growled.

Jade moans her agreement. "Yes, Harry, I want that. More than anything."

Harry's eyes darkened with desire. "Then make me cum in your tight cunt!" he told her, gripping her hips firmer.

The room filled with their moans and the sound of their bodies meeting. Jade's tits bouncing with each thrust. She could feel Harry's cock throbbing inside her, his breath hot on her chest through the lace.

"Please, Harry, cum inside me," she begged, her voice louder. "Please, Harry, cum in me. Make it yours," she pleaded, her nails now digging into his chest as she rode harder, her body begging for his/her release.

She felt the familiar tightening in her own stomach, building within her as she urged him onward. "Cum inside me, Harry. Please, cum."

The words had barely left her mouth when she felt it, his cock pulsing, his body tensing as a groan escaped his lips. He threw his head back, his eyes closed. His mouth opened, and his body shuddered as his orgasm overtook him. Jade could feel the heat of his release, the wetness spreading within her as he filled her with his seed. The sensation sent her own orgasm taking over her, her body convulsing with the force of it. She cried out, her cheeks flushed, her eyes closed, as she rode out the waves of pleasure that consumed her and pressed her open mouth to his, tongue darting into his mouth as his balls pumped his perfect load inside her.

Harry pulled her down to kiss her, their mouths meeting in a hot, wet tangle of lips and tongues. He tasted like a raw man, and she could feel his hot breath on her face as he devoured her mouth, and she felt her eyes roll back. She moaned into his mouth in pleasure, her body still trembling with orgasm, his kiss growing more urgent, more demanding. She could feel his heart racing, could feel the force of his desire, and it sent another wave of pleasure through her, another shiver of ecstasy that made her grip the back of his head tighter. He now groaned into her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers.

"Christ, Jade, you're so perfect," he growled catching his breath.

"Maybe we should look at a more permanent arrangement since I'm able to help with your... releases," he suggested, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at her.

Jade's heart skipped a beat at his words, her mind racing with possibilities.

"Harry?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Harry pulled her down to kiss her again, his hands running through her hair, his lips soft yet demanding. "I like being neighbourly and helping you with all that built-up sexual tension you need a release from. I think of you as something more... a lot more," he murmured against her lips. "I'd help you with all your releases any time you needed it. I'd be there for you, Jade. But I think I would need you to be my partner"

Realisation washed over Jade; she had been sneaking over to Harry not for his releases, but because Harry had been helping her, helping her with her release.