There's an old proverb that says 'don't shit where you eat'. Most people extend that to situations with neighbors that become somewhat more than friendly. Even when all the relevant parties are single, too many things can go wrong with no way for anyone to fully remove themselves from the situation. Then again, another proverb goes along the lines of 'when ya gotta go, ya gotta go', even if you're someplace you might eat....
The one-year anniversary of Dexter's divorce from Ashley was barreling towards him. It had been a difficult year, with some healing, some lingering scars, but mostly just licking his wounds. He had kept the house and the dog, and so by most accountings, had come out pretty far ahead, except that Ashley had the other man. No kids, but nearly a decade gone. Dexter made the decision to move back into dating, and definitely sex, slowly and deliberately. Part of his healing had been to learn that he could live alone, a fact that he knew was difficult for men as they get older. He learned to cook, not just sloppy joe's ('I fucking love sloppy joes', he thought), but more experimentally. He had taken a class here and there, and the omnipresent cook's aide, Google. He started adding beer to chili, and cream to pasta sauce -- small culinary victories, but they made him feel good in a way, more whole -- "Eat well, be happy" he kept telling himself.
He grew his landscaping business; something he had been unable (and uninterested) to do while married. It expanded from residential lawns to athletic fields, with 3 new hires, equipment, and a surprising amount of business. He worked out for the first time since his days as a small college hockey player. Never really soft, marriage had nonetheless started Dexter on the road to developing the 'Dad Bod', but without the benefit of the Dad part. Evening workouts on the heels of landscaping were re-shaping his body, and had become an important part of recovering the self-esteem and confidence he had lost after his divorce. He liked to tell himself that it was for his mental health, but he knew the end-result was aimed at an online dating profile picture that still seemed a long way off.
His house, formerly their house, was a small colonial on a corner lot. He hated that people called it 'cute', but it was his, full of painful memories, and some good ones that remained attached to the house like unevenly tempered ghosts. Then there was the dog. The goddamn dog. The dog he loved and the dog that nurtured him through the last year. The goddamn dog named The Notorious D.O.G. that never stopped shedding, especially on his bed. Dexter wasn't much for house work, but he kept his cute little house as dog hair-free as possible. It was never enough and the hair remained as constant as Pi. She was a big, smart mix, probably with some kind of shepherd, and laid back to the point that she would probably have held the door for a burglar. But as a loyal companion and compassionate confidant, she was unrivaled.
Next to Dexter lived vampires. Or at least until they moved out, the victims of foreclosure several months earlier. Dexter kept the lawn nice, not through any sense of civic duty, but simply because he didn't want long grass to attract snakes and mice. The previous owners had been nice enough if rather vampiric in their day-night schedules, so the neighborliness of the place didn't change much when they left. Since the vampires had gone, Dexter always associated their house with his marriage -- once apparently full but now empty. Full, but not really full, like residents that you know are there, but never really see. Like a marriage without love. Dexter, always a closet sentimentalist (which he was aware of, and also aware that it was quite odd for a manly landscaper), wished someone would move in; a way to finalize the exorcism of the demons. Banish the emptiness. "Plus," he thought, "I'm sick of doing that fucking lawn."
The first anniversary of his divorce fell on a Sunday in October, perfect Pennsylvania fall weather. Dexter watched as red and gold leaves from the big silver maple tree in his front yard drifted to the ground one by one, splashing color across the grass. "I'll bet Ashley would complain about the leaves in the yard," bitter thoughts from bitter scars.
Dexter and Dog were in the front yard bouncing around when a pick-up truck loaded with a mattress, box spring and some boxes pulled into the Vampire's driveway. A young man hopped out of the driver's side, literally hopped and bounded back to start untying the cargo. A car, a chirpy little Mini Cooper, pulled along the curb in front of the house. It was clearly full of plants and other bric-a-brac.
Dexter turned to Dog. "A woman," he said. Dog looked at him with her best "What the fuck are you talking about?" look.
He scrunched his weekend worth of unshaved face, "It's the plants. And she's young because an old woman wouldn't move plants, or move into the Vampire's house at all. And she's single because the guy in the pick-up is way too happy to be moving. He's not her ride. Probably her brother. She's a tree-hugger, too." Dog continued her 'WTF' look.
"What?" Dexter asked, "I'm right. I'm always right." (And I'm talking to a dog)
The Cooper's door opened, and a leg slid out, followed by a boob, and then long hair, and more legs, and finally another boob.
"I'm a pig." Dog wagged her tail.
Dexter did his best to catch one furtive but complete glance. She had long, straight hair, kind of a light brown that had seen a lot of sun. Tan legs and cut off jean shorts (Jorts!), not too short, and a nice, athletic looking body. He looked away in an effort to not stare. Dog sat, still looking up at him and Dexter gave her a little chuckle, "Winner winner, chicken dinner."
Day had just about given in to night when Dexter knocked on the door. "Hello?" Jen answered, opening the door only partway. Light blue eyes surrounded by sun-drenched hair, and perfect lips. Full and soft looking. A quick check down to assess and, as men will always do, quantify the mass of her breasts, which were small, very perky, and all-in-all, sugar cubes to starving flies. And then he noticed her tee-shirt. 'ZOMBIES EAT BRAINS (You're safe)'. (Blue eyes, boobs AND zombies? Dear sweet Jesus, thank you for letting me be divorced...)
"Umm, ah, I, um...hi," Dexter touretted out, "Since no one else will probably officially welcome you to the block, I'm here. With a pie. Apple. Pie. I baked it. And I have a female dog." (Female dog? Jesus Christ, I really do have Tourettes...)
A gorgeous smile with the slightest laugh lines around the corners of her mouth. "That's nice, about the dog. And I saw you two this afternoon. Does she have a name?"
"Dog. Actually The Notorious D.O.G., but Dog works better."
She laughed out loud, covering her mouth with her hand, and took stock of her new neighbor. Brown hair just starting to show speckles of gray, green eyes, and a shade over six feet with a nice body, "Hot," she thought, and said out loud, "And do you have a name, or are you The Notorious M.A.N.?"
He smiled at that one. "No, yeah. Dexter."
"Oh my God," she blurted out, "Did your parents hate you?"
"Family name," Dexter answered, "Goes back a ways, although I suppose generations of Dexters could be a Gypsy curse. And no, I'm not a Showtime serial killer. So how about you?"
Her expression was bemused and amused, "Jen, and I'm not a serial killer either. At least not yet," she paused, thought it over, and said, "How about a piece of your pie?"
"That'd be great! I'd love a piece of my pie," he smiled. (I'd love a piece of your pie, actually...fucking inner monologue...)
"Let's eat out here. It's a beautiful night, and besides, I don't have furniture yet. It'll be a few days before it gets delivered. But I do have paper plates and sporks," she said, raising one eyebrow for effect.
She turned back into her new house, Chez Vampire, leaving the door open for Dexter to watch her walk away. Not a perfect body, but about as close as it comes in real life: Legs of an athlete, nice butt, and a defined back and shoulders that were evident through her 'Zombies Eat Brains' shirt. This time the inner monologue became outer monologue, "Holyyyy shit!"
Jen looked back over her shoulder, "Pardon me?" she said with a little smile.
"Nothing. Just wondering how you found that awesome shirt."
"Liar," came back from the kitchen, "And it was a joke gift."
She came back with plates and they sat on her front porch step eating soggy-bottomed, mushy fruit apple pie with sporks.
"Thank you for the pie," Jen said, "It was so sweet and delicious."
Dexter laughed. "Sarcasm? But I appreciate it anyway. And thank you for the spork. A word I never thought I'd use in actual conversation. Spork. But speaking of shitty pie, I'm actually learning to cook, believe it or not."
"Well I think you're doing great, not to mention that you're so cute for doing this. Spork," she said as her smile faded, "My ex wouldn't cook a bowl of cereal. Worse was that he probably could cook, but he chose not to help at all. And then complained about what I cooked. That used to piss me off."
"I can understand that. We didn't do a lot of cooking. We used to eat out a lot," Dexter said.
"Really? Lucky girl. A girl whose husband ate out a lot...Hmmm....she left for what reason?" she said, "Seriously, that was the other thing he never did. Talk about being deprived of one of life's great joys."
Dexter mumbled a self-conscious, "Um, yeah, seriously, I know, it is, yeah," His obvious discomfort put a big smile on Jen's face.
"Oh my God, are you seriously embarrassed? I got you embarrassed!" Her hands went up in the air in victory, putting her breasts on a display that was impossible for Dexter to miss.
Now it was Dexter's turn to smile, "Thanks for the show, Jen!" And she took her turn at being embarrassed, modestly covering her chest with her arms.
"Oh my God, are you seriously embarrassed? I got you embarrassed!" Dexter's hands went up in the air in victory.
They talked for a long time that night, enjoying the mild night weather, each other, and bad apple pie. They shared stories of their failed marriages; she was divorced nearly two years earlier, and at 35, Jen was a few years younger than Dexter. Pets, jobs (she loved dogs and was a paralegal for a firm that handled medical malpractice suits), and sports. She had been a scholarship college lacrosse player at a large University, and still played in a local adult league. They joked about who probably had more fake teeth -- the hockey player or the lacrosse star. And all of it was steeped in the sexual tension of chemistry.
Work the next morning was a cold shower for Dexter, which was probably unnecessary since he (and she...A guy can hope...) had attended to certain needs at the end of the previous evening. He imagined that she was all about the task at hand, no delays, just getting right to the button. He could see her in his mind on her back, eyes closed, head tilted back, the fingers on one hand sliding in and out of her sex, and the other rubbing little circles over her hard clit. Intense moans as she neared orgasm, and then her whole body tensing up, locked in her window of pleasure until the flood started to subside. He started thinking about slowly teasing her, going against her urge to hurry, bringing her to the edge of cumming and slowing down with the lightest touch. He could almost feel her body writhing, searching for release. That night he wanted to go back over to Jen's, maybe pick up where they left off. But shy and not wanting to seem intrusive, he took Dog for a long walk instead.
Dexter and Dog had just gotten home, cold beer and playoff baseball calling his name (Deexxxttteeerrrr...ddriiinnkkk meeee....) when a small knock came at the front door.
"Hi!" Jen was beaming, "How's it going?" Her hand swept in front of her face in greeting.
"Just got back from a walk with Dog. Long day, but good," he answered.
"Ah, The Notorious D.O.G. out looking for some doggy D," Jen laughed at her own joke, smile wilting just a bit when she realized Dexter wasn't sharing the humor, "Anyway, I just wanted to thank you again for being so sweet, and return your pie plate. I brought it to work. Didn't last long though, so you passed that test. I couldn't leave three-quarters of pie around, because then, you know, I'd eat it."
Dexter opened the door wider to invite her in. "I'm glad it was eaten, or at least that you threw it away discreetly."
Jen stepped in, a serious look replacing her usual bright smile. "I would never lie to you, Dexter. I don't lie to anyone. What you see if what you get."
She looked down and around. (Here we go...) "Dog sheds? What a pain in the ass. My old dog was a shedder. Couldn't fucking keep up with it."
"Yeah, I know how that is. Daily thing and never get ahead," said Dexter.
"I finally bought a vacuum that can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. You welcome to borrow it...for whatever you need," Jen raised an eyebrow, appraising Dexter's level of embarrassment.
Dexter laughed, "I only get embarrassed once. Now I know that you're crass and inappropriate, nothing you say can faze me."
Jen stepped closer to him, "You sure about that?" she said, leaning into him and whispering in his ear, barely audible, "I want to suck your cock."
She stepped back, "But...I have to be at work really early, so I need to get going. Have a nice night not being fazed, my sweet pie-making neighbor." She gave his shoulder a squeeze as she walked past him, a little jolt of electricity. (She said she never lies...Oh boy! I'm going get my dick sucked! Wait...fuck. Ok, no more beef or beer. Pineapple every day...)
On Tuesday, Dexter found out for the first time something that should probably have been self-evident -- landscaping with half an erection (soft chub) is uncomfortable. The tip of his semi-hard dick not only locked in jeans warmed by the sun (A meat oven), but also continually grazing the fabric of his underwear. He got back home just in time to see Jen sliding the door of a large U-Haul closed. She looked tired and hot, but somehow she made that look good.
"Hey, Pie Boy!" she yelled, "Just in time to miss all the hard work!" (Yeah, but I didn't miss all the working while hard....)
"Hang on for a sec," Dexter said as he walked to his front door, "Let me let Dog out."
Dog came sleepily through the front door, passed by Dexter without even a disdainful glance, and sidled right up to Jen. And buried her nose in her crotch for a nice, deep sniff.
"Sorry about that, Jen. She's got a thing for women's vaginas," Dexter explained, "Can't get enough of 'em."
Jen smiled, "As opposed to men's vaginas? No worries. Most action I've had in a long time."
Dexter changed the subject, mostly to avoid the risk of obvious male arousal, "I hope you had some help today. If you would have told me, I could've taken a few hours off."
"My brother gave me a hand. Honestly, he's kind of a wuss, so I did most of the hard work," Jen said, "Give me about 30 minutes to clean up and then come over for a beer?"
Despite the arrival of her furniture, Jen's house still remained Spartan, at least the downstairs. In the kitchen, a simple table where they sat with beers, a living room right off that with a long, comfortable looking sofa and a disproportionately large television leaning against the wall on top of a low chest of drawers. The small dining room that comprised the balance of the first floor was empty except for some large boxes. Dexter had never been inside the Vampire's house before; it was cute, with beautiful hardwood floors and the kitchen had obviously been upgraded in the recent past. Stairs ran up to a second floor that so far remained the realm of imagination and fantasy for Dexter.
They drank a few beers and laughed a lot, both of them starting to catch a little buzz on empty stomachs. Jen rolled her head, "God I'm starting to get sore. My shoulders are starting to feel like they can hardly move."
Dexter was a fly that doesn't yet realize it's about to be caught in the spider's web, "You want me to massage your shoulders?"
She stood up and headed for the living room, leaving the faintest swirl of honey-lavender hair, the spider's pheromone to attract the fly. "Oh my God, yes, please," Jen answered as she laid face down on the sofa.
Dexter's stomach snapped into a ball at the exact same time he felt a jolt of anticipatory electricity throughout his body. He followed Jen to the sofa (sex sex sex sex sex sex sex...stop! I'm in the mind of an Irish Setter...) and looked down at her. Navy blue tank top against tan skin, her long, straight sun-lighted brown hair already swept off her back and around strong shoulders, thin waist, jean shorts, not too short, over slightly rounded butt, and then those legs...Dexter's weak spot. Athletic, tan legs. Those were what made him dumb as an Irish Setter. Five and a half feet of Jen laying there...Dexter gave his a head a little shake in a vain effort to snap himself back to the moment. He knelt down, the hardwood floor not exactly comfortable on his knees, but such is the plight of sex-deprived men. He tentatively started massaging her shoulders, lightly kneading the tight muscles. Jen propped herself up on her elbows and looked back at Dexter.
"Can you do this like you're a man and not someone who shops in the junior missus section?" she said with a too-serious face, making Dexter laugh and chasing away his uncertainty.
He kneaded her shoulders and along her spine, working around her rib cage, being careful to just get to the edge of her chest. Dexter switched and lightly grazed the exposed areas of her back with his fingernails, and was rewarded with a very soft, muffled moan into the pillow her head rested on (I have you now, Skywalker.) His hands worked down her back, her muscles responding with each massage and to Dexter it felt like she was melting under his touch. He let his hands slide under her shirt, a luxurious treat to feel her soft skin under work-roughened hands, gently rubbing the small of her back, alternating soft touches with light fingernails. Jen stayed perfectly still, letting him roam up to her bra and slip his fingers underneath to caress that unhappy skin.
"Legs now," was all Dexter said, sliding down the hardwood floor to her bare feet. He deliberately massaged all of each foot, using his thumbs on her arches and caressing each toe in turn. Her perfect calves were given a much harder massage, getting deep into those tired muscles, up to the backs of her knees. Feather light brushes with his fingertips, causing her to shift her hips, "That's one of my spots."
Dexter leaned forward and lightly kissed the back of her knee. He moved his hands to her hamstrings, using finger pressure to work those muscles. Jen propped up again to look back at Dexter, this time her face was flushed a light pink.
"Would it be easier if I took off my shorts?" She asked.
"Yeah, probably it would," Dexter answered, turning around.
Jen laughed, "Not sure why you turned around, but ok," a little pause, "Gallant Sir Pie, you may resume."
(Thong. Oh fuck. A thong. Thong. Thong. Thong. What do I do? Easy boy...)
Jen had laid back down, her jorts on the floor next to Dexter. Her now unarguably perfect ass and legs totally filling all the existence his blood-deprived brain could comprehend. She had on a simple red thong, the world's most powerful magnet and Dexter a small piece of metal. He began to rub the soft insides of her thighs, lightly pressing and then teasing the sensitive skin with his nails. Working up, he massaged her butt, letting his thumbs graze the very outside of her thong-guarded lips, testing her limits. Jen just spread her legs the tiniest bit wider, like a conspirator sharing a secret. He worked now right where her inner thigh met her butt, letting his fingers brush over her sex just enough for her to feel it, his touches becoming increasingly deliberate. Jen's voice pulled Dexter back to reality.
"Yes," was all she said.
Dexter ran his finger along the length of her folds, feeling the warmth through the fabric. He could feel her hard clit and gently circled it few times, teasing her before hooking his fingers under the waist of her thong and slowly sliding it down, down her ass, down her legs, over her feet. He slid his hands back up, taking his time behind her knees and on her inner thighs.
"Jen, if I keep going, I want this to be about you. I just want to feel you. No reciprocation."
She looked back at him with a teasing look on her face, "Are you the perfect man or just gay?"
Dexter didn't answer, although he hoped she didn't think he was gay. His finger slid just inside of her, stroking the wet entrance to her pussy, that sensitive and too often ignored playground. His other hand just barely rubbed the tip of her clit, making her hips start small little movements. Then his hands were back on her thighs, massaging, exploring. Dexter heard a clear moan of disappointment, air exhaled in a sexual exasperation.
"I told you it's been a long time," Jen said into the pillow.
"If you jog, you'll go farther than if you sprint," he answered, "I just made that up. You can quote me."
"Just shut up and keep going."
He resumed his attention on her, sliding first one and then a second finger inside her, slowly fucking her with his strong hands.
"Are you ready?" Dexter asked.
"Yes," Jen breathed.
His other hand slid around his already busy hand to find her clit, rubbing circles that became a little firmer with each pass. Her hips starting moving up down, making Dexter feel like he was chasing something, a thought that almost made him laugh.
"This feels incredible," Jen moaned, "How are you doing this?" She started short, staccato breaths, "Fuck, don't stop."
More decisive moans as he brought her closer to climax. He could feel the walls of her pussy start to contract and then Jen moaned loudly once, her body stiffened underneath him for what felt like 30 seconds before she relaxed again. Dexter took his thumb away from her clit, but very softly continued to slide his fingers in and out of her until her breathing slowed down.
Jen propped herself up and looked back at him, a light sheen of perspiration over her glowing face. She was gorgeous, and Dexter thought that was true on the inside as well.
She gave him a shaky smile and said, "I've never felt anything like that before. Does it make me sound cheap if I say 'thank you'?"
Dexter gave her a big smile. "Nope. Does it make me sound like a total pussy if I said that made me feel really good, too?"
She sat up and kissed him. The single most erotic thing Dexter had ever felt. Soft lips, her tongue just making its presence felt. Then she pulled away, leaving Dexter feeling like his head was floating.
"Nope, but I will be paying you back," Jen's smile was bigger now, "How about if I order us something to eat?"
Over the next week, Dexter and Jen went out a few times on actual dates. They kissed a little, even held hands and took a walk with Dog. Things Dexter had never liked to do with Ashley in his marriage. Everything about Jen was warm to Dexter, and she made him feel calm and safe. Feelings he didn't know he was missing until he finally felt them.
Saturday night, he invited her over for dinner. All day he chased down every dog hair he could find and captured it, but for every one he got, two more took its place. Dog, the benevolent source of his labors, spent most of the day alternating between napping and licking her butt hole on a dog bed.
Jen knocked on the door and let herself in. Dexter turned around in the kitchen and said, "I didn't realize we had gotten to the 'let yourself in' stage."
"When it's right, it's right," she said shrugging her shoulders, "Besides, we broke pie together. That means we're bonded, like geese."
"Is that what it means? I'm glad I found that out before I had pie with my crew at work." She gave him a hug and a long kiss, pulling him tight against her body. Dexter could smell her smell, barely a hint of perfume or maybe none at all. She just smelled...fresh, like she had permanently just gotten out of the shower. They broke the kiss and he lingered for a few seconds, letting her smell settle into him.
Dexter looked her in the eye, "Don't make promises you don't intend to keep."
"I never break promises," she said, "and I never lie."
Dexter stepped back to create a space between them. "Never say never," he answered, "You can't know that for sure."
She took his hands in hers, bridging the distance between them, and looked into his eyes. "I know you're afraid, Dexter. I know this feels like it doesn't make any sense, and I know that you still feel the wounds from Ashley. You might not be ready for these feelings, but here they are. You're safe with me. I promise,"
Dexter looked down and she lifted his chin with her hand to find his eyes again. "I promise. And we can go as slow or as fast as you want." She held her gaze and stood quietly with him until that certain part of her couldn't be held in check anymore. "We broke pie, remember, Pie Boy?"
They ate spaghetti and meatballs on the back patio. The weather had remained mild and warm as the day slipped into dusk. Dexter's back yard befit a landscaper. A small pond sat near the privacy fence on the right with a Japanese maple tree shading a small Koi pond. On the left of the lawn, he had planted a line of tall Pampas grass topped with bright purple heads that that ran around the border to the opposite fence, along which he had purple beautyberry shrubs. Behind the beautyberries, ivy covered the wooden fence, giving the whole yard a bright, natural look. He had hung bird feeders and nests wherever he could, a dozen or more that attracted mostly house sparrows and squirrels. A brick fire pit was dug into the lawn right off the edge of the patio with a large stack of wood next to it. Dexter had kept the patio itself simple and uncluttered with just an outdoor table topped with thin granite and cushion-covered steel deck chairs.
They ate in peace for a bit until Dexter said, "I was going to make seared scallops with red Chile paste and fennel salad, but then I realized I didn't know what the fuck that even was. Plus, you're a pretty down-to-Earth kind of woman, so beer and spaghetti seemed like a better choice."
"Awww, you say the sweetest things," Jen said smiling, "but this is actually really good. Seriously. It's really good. But no dessert...I'm watching my girlish figure."
Dexter made a show of looking her up and down, "That's odd, so am I."
Jen had shown up in a pair of jeans highlighting her athletic legs and butt, and a black tee shirt with 'Have You Seen Mike Hunt?' on the front. "Nice," Dexter had laughed when he saw it, but nothing she wore could do anything to make her look less than sexy. She had this way of seeming like a Tomboy, but there was nothing about her that wasn't all woman (Fuckin' double negatives...) For Dexter, she was the first woman he had ever known so at ease with herself, and so effortlessly attractive. (I think I'm falling in love and I'm not ready for it.)
Jen saw the look on his face and caressed his cheek with her hand, giving him a light kiss. "It's ok. I feel the same way."
"You do," he said, "Are you sure?"
She kissed him again. "Yeah, baby, I'm sure."
Dexter started a fire and they sat next to each other, watching the flames and listening to the dry wood crackle as it burned. Dexter's neighborhood was generally very quiet, especially at night, when he could walk Dog off the leash because no one would be around. The house behind Dexter was owned by a middle-aged couple, kids already out of the house type thing. He didn't know them very well, but they had both stayed in great shape. She was definitely a MILF and he was, Dexter supposed, a DILF, but they were both really nice people and good neighbors. On this particular night, their house was completely dark, with their backyard blocked from view by the wooden fence that split the property line. Sitting in front of the fire, they heard a soft moan come from his neighbor's backyard.
Jen looked at Dexter with her eyes wide. "Was that...?"
"No," said Dexter, squeezing his eyes shut, "No way."
Another soft moan and then a woman's voice "Fuck that feels good." They heard a chair scrape across concrete followed by a few minutes of silence, and then a man said, "How does that feel?" Her -- "Oh my God you're going to make me cum doing that." Him -- "Not yet. Hold on." More moaning, but a little louder now.
Jen and Dexter were staring at each other. "Is this romantic or real life porn?" Jen asked. "Both," he answered, "but whatever, she's liking it."
Now the woman was moaning rhythmically, still very quiet, barely enough for Jen and Dexter to hear. The man said something that sounded like "Put your leg up here." Another scrape of a chair, and she said, "Just fuck me and cum. You're driving me crazy." Her moans had turned to soft, erotic grunts now, and Jen and Dexter could hear that she was clearly nearing the end of her rope.
"They have to know we're out here," Jen said, "They had to see the fire."
Dexter smiled, "I think that's the point, don't you?"
Jen took a deep breath, her chest raising enough for Dexter to notice hard nipples fighting with Mike Hunt for his attention. "This is fucking killing me. It's like torture listening to her get her brains fucked out over there," she said.
In a surprisingly stable voice, the woman said, "I'm going to cum now. When I tell you, I want you to go behind me and fuck me hard. Ok. That's it. Fuck, now. Fuck me from behind." A chair obviously tipped over and then a moan so intense it was almost more of a scream, but muffled with something. Her arm maybe (or her panties). Jen and Dexter sat stone-still, staring at each other, the fire crackling, and his hot MILF neighbor having a huge orgasm 30 feet away. Then a man's grunt, "Now, I'm cumming now." And then quiet. Like the world had stopped to listen. They sat that way for what seemed like a very long time before they heard a chair being gently righted and then a back screen-door creak open and bang shut.
"Holy. Fucking. Shit." Jen said. "Can we go fuck now. Like right now? Because I'm soaking wet."
Dexter laughed, "Yes, ma'am. I certainly wouldn't want you to start sticking to the chair."
Jen followed Dexter upstairs to his bedroom. It was strange for him to have another woman up there after Ashley. He almost had a feeling of guilt, even though he had re-decorated to convert it from theirs to his after she had left. A large king bed dominated the room, covered in a thick, chocolate brown comforter that was tan fleece on the inner side. The bed frame was wood with thick, square half posts, the only hold-over from his marriage. There was a single bedside table with a swing-arm lamp and some books on it. Jen picked one up and read the title, and looked at Dexter with one eye-brow cocked. He shrugged his shoulders. A large, brown leather chair was to the left of the bed, and both the bed and chair faced what was probably the largest wall-mounted television in the world. One wall was painted brown and the other three were light beige, with a large picture window on the wall behind the chair overlooking the backyard.
Jen took a step toward Dexter, who held out his hand to stop her. "It's been a while, ok? I'm not too much man to admit that I'm nervous, so can we go a little bit slow?"
She kissed on the cheek, then lightly on the mouth. "The slower the better," she whispered in his ear. She hugged him and they held each other like that, swaying to some imaginary rhythm only they could feel. When she felt him start to get hard, she looked in his eyes and asked, "Ok?"
Dexter nodded yes, and Jen sank to her knees, unfastening his belt and lowering his zipper. She slid his jeans and his boxer-briefs (thank God they're not inside out...or have a skid mark...What the fuck am I thinking...Come back, Dexter...) down and he stepped out of them. It was the first time Jen had touched his cock and when she did, it graduated from soft chub to solid under her hand. He got a little dizzy when her mouth started to take him in. He closed his eyes and stopped thinking for once, and just felt her warm mouth sliding up and down his length, her hand using gentle pressure to follow behind. After a few strokes, she stopped with his cock halfway in her mouth and ran her tongue over every bit that it could reach. She looked up into his eyes while her fingernails grazed his balls, feeling them tighten up. She knew Dexter wasn't going to last long like this, and slowly withdrew him from her mouth.
Jen stood up and stepped back from Dexter, slowly sliding her Mike Hunt tee shirt over her head, hair cascading back down as the shirt was freed. She was wearing a plain black bra and turned around for Dexter to unclasp it, letting it drop to the floor. He slid his arms around her, hugging her from behind, fingers teasing her hard nipples. Jen let her head drop back on his shoulder and turned to kiss him as her hands unfastened her jeans. Dexter broke their kiss to slide her pants down, helping her step out of them, leaving her in just a black thong. From behind her, his hands roamed up the front of her legs to slide her thong down. Both naked, Dexter gently turned her around to face him and Jen took his hand, leading him to his bed where she gently pushed him down. "This is for you tonight," she said as she straddled him, trapping his hard cock between his stomach and the lips of her wet pussy. She slid up and back along his shaft this way, teasing him by just letting the tip inside her. Dexter couldn't remember being this hard before and it was difficult for him to let her set the pace. Her head was back, eyes closed, and her mouth open in a silent moan of pleasure. He reached up to hold her tits and gently roll the nipples between thumb and finger, causing her to let out a sharp breath.
Jen looked down at him and realized how connected and intimate she felt, and how much that made this so much better than she had felt before. She leaned down, kissing him at the same time he entered her, all the way inside. She translated her moan into the kiss, and he wrapped his arms around her as he began to slowly fuck her. All the way out and then all the way in, agonizingly slow, and he felt every bit of her core on his neglected cock. He began to move faster, feeling her breath now on his cheek in the short gasps, as he remembered from their first encounter at her house. The lips of her pussy started to swell and he was afraid he would cum too soon.
Jen sensed the hesitation in him and whispered "How do you want to cum?"
"On top," was all he could get out.
She sat up, letting him slide all the way in her, his head touching her cervix. She squeezed her eyes shut, "God does this feel good," she said, grinding down a little further, her hands on his chest to help her balance.
"Ok," she said as she climbed off and laid on her back, hair splayed out in a pool of golden brown, her body inviting Dexter in. He slid in her only a small way, fucking her with just the first two inches or so, the special spot just below the head of his penis sliding across the area just under her clit. With every slide in, Jen let out one of her sharp breaths that Dexter now knew meant she was getting far along towards cumming.
Through heavy breathing, Jen gasped, "How do you know to do this?" Her face was scrunched up in an erotic blend of quizzical and pleasure, the look almost sending Dexter over the edge.
"This feels good for me too." He kept slowly doing this, periodically he left his cock inside her and just barely moved it, massaging the inside of her.
Dexter pulled out and left the now aching head of penis just inside her swollen lips and asked her, "Are you ready to finish?"
"God yes," she said, "Look in my eyes when you cum if you can."
Dexter nodded and started to fuck her with long, deep strokes. His hard cock was more than big enough to bottom out against her cervix, and he was careful to not be too aggressive. Their movements got into a perfect rhythm, with Dexter sliding himself all the way out before fully entering her again. Neither of them felt the need to rush, even as they both teetered on the edge of climax. Jen's breathing was short and sharp, punctuated with her own special kind of moan, like air forcefully pushed out. Dexter could feel his own pulse thundering through his body, his legs getting that 'about to cum weakness'. His cock felt hard and huge inside of her, feeling like it touched every millimeter of her pussy.
Better late than never, Dexter asked, "Can I cum inside you?" He struggled to keep her eyes open.
"Un huh, but do it now because I'm about to cum, too," she said looking into his face, clearly.
Dexter thrust faster, and he could feel they were both beyond the point of no return. She gave one loud moan and arched her back, the walls of her pussy clenching around the final stroke that sent him over the edge. They maintained eye contact as her orgasm grabbed onto her and wouldn't let go, while he felt the pure relief of emptying long pent-up pleasure into her.
Her body relaxed and she put her arms around Dexter's neck, pulling him into her for a deep, long kiss that lasted until Dexter hardened back again inside of Jen.
"Take that, Dexter's neighbors!" Jen laughed, still a little out of breath.
Dexter sat one elbow, looking down at Jen. "Will you stay the night? I'd really like that," he said to her.
"I would love to," Jen beamed back up at Dexter, "but only on the condition that you fuck me again in the morning, or later tonight, or in the middle of the night...or all of those... also you have to sleep with me keeping yourself inside me....."
Dexter agreed & had sex once more on that night, cummed once more inside of her & as promised he kept his cock fully inside of Jen's pussy & slept until morning.
They lay in bed the next morning, Jen's head on Dexter's chest when he said, "Do you think this might be a bad idea because we're neighbors? I mean, they say don't shit where you eat and all..."
She looked at him and laughed aloud. "Dexter, baby. I don't own that house, I'm renting it! I'm on a month-to-month lease. That house was bought by a partner at the law firm who's into real estate. She's letting me stay as long as I want provided I take care of the place and cover the mortgage, which isn't much since it was a foreclosure. So you can most definitely eat here. Please!"
"Time for a breakfast taco!" Dexter said as he took a nipple into his mouth...
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