Fantasy in Suburbia

I walked up to the door. I knocked once. I felt my heart pounding, the heat in my chest rising in anticipation. I checked my armpits, sniffed for the scent of cologne on my rest and put on a smile. The door opened...

***

I was sat alone, bored, in my room. Only one thing for a lonely teenager to do in that situation - stick on the porn and jack off.

My folks were away on a trip to Florida. They had been gone about a week and the novelty was fast wearing off. At first of course it had been great. I'd eaten pizza for every meal, drank beers in the afternoon, smoked some herb in the garden and wandered around naked. Now I was just blaring out porn on full volume and putting the tidying off until the next day. Always the next day. I had a week left...

I should give you some basic geography. We live in a large house in suburbia, a typical set up where neighbours compete for a better lawn and SUVs crawl along the otherwise silent street. We had the customary big front lawn and massive back garden, walled in by a fence. In the day, things were still. At night, there was even less excitement.

It was the middle of the summer at the time of the telling of this story. That meant it was hot - real hot. Folks round here generally kept in their air conditioned houses during the day, until the sun set and the cool evening breeze allowed BBQs and beers on the porch. Place was like a goddamn Tim Burton movie.

The two girls were getting it on in front of me. One was a military instructor, brunette, who had come to sign some hot chick up to the Marines. The new recruit had taken a liking to the military milf and was seducing her. It was hot stuff, but as I started fondling with my cock my mind was wandering. I wasn't in it. I clicked the X on the browser and headed downstairs for food.

The house had that cool but stuffy feel that the summer brings. I can't really explain it but you can sort of smell the carpets as you walk barefoot over them. Ours were cream - my mom goes for that - and all our furnishings were sparkly from the weekly clean that the little Mexican lady gives them.

Walking into our large kitchen I passed the pizza boxes and crushed cans that littered the faux marble worktop, a few scattered around the shining wood floor. I grabbed some cold slices from our massive silver fridge and took a swig of beer. Then another. I hadn't eaten that day and it was already 2pm, so stuffed my face.

Due to the early hour and the lack of food, the half can I drank went to my head and I got a nice little buzz. I stepped to the open glass doors and looked out onto my garden.

The lawn was immaculate - pop had mowed before he left - and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The fences in our area worked so they didn't allow neighbours or passers by on the road to see in. But they were not high enough to prevent people in the upper floors of their houses from seeing into next door's patch.

Basically, you could get away with stuff, but there was a chance that some nosey neighbour could see you and rat you out. This was what appealed to me - the unlikely but possible chance. So I did as I had before, emboldened by beer, and slipped off my shorts. They were all that I had been wearing, and now was stood completely naked in the great outdoors. It felt magnificent.

I looked around, and walked into the centre of the lawn. I rubbed my ass, then took my penis in my hand and leisurely massaged it. The thought that I was engaged in sexual activities in the open was a real turn on for me.

Once, I had gotten a blowjob in the woods. There'd been a party with my high school buddies, and Tiffany from my grade had led me to a clearing in the forest behind the house, got down on her knees, pulled my jeans down and taken my cock in her mouth.

I mention this because I remember a great part of it was feeling the night time breeze against my bare flesh, the slight chill in the air that matched the cold feeling of a tongue running over my erection. Hearing the birds in the trees, and the shouts of regular folks back at the party just behind us... it added a danger to it all I suppose, the fact that we could get caught.

So anyways, that explains why I was standing there in the nude. Oh it felt great. And as I remembered Tiffany's slutty lips around my cock head I started to get hard. I jerked my penis until I stood with a beer in my left hand and an erection in my right. I let go and let it bob around. It didn't go soft as I walked over to the deck chair and sat down.

Should I finish up? Blow my load all over my chest in the searing heat? Perhaps showcase what I could do to some nosey neighbour? Nah, I wanted to enjoy feeling horny in the garden. So instead I slowly jerked and imagined getting fucked. I closed my eyes and drifted into pleasurable fantasy...

Suddenly I was brought back to reality by the sound of a window closing. I looked up and thought I saw a shadow moving the other side of the glass next door. Shit man! Maybe I'd been spotted. A little spooked in case someone complained to my folks I headed back into the cool Etimesgut Escort indoors.

I thought who lived in that house. We're sorta friendly with most of our neighbours, but everyone kinda keeps themselves to themselves. It was a couple, maybe around 40, who didn't have kids. They both worked full time I think, so you didn't really see much of them. The husband was rarely around - he worked late, although seemed the kind of guy who'd be fucking his secretary. The Moores, I think.

Anyways, his wife was attractive, although a little plain. I got the impression that if she made a bit of an effort she'd be smoking hot, but to me she had the general appeal of the wife next door - nothing too special, just available and underfucked.

When she came home from work I'd sometimes be around to witness her walking indoors. She would wear a tight white blouse and tighter dark skirt with heels. She'd have some makeup and her brown hair would be done in a nice way, like sensible but hot at the same time if you know what I'm saying.

She was naturally curvy, and many her age would be looking frumpy and undesirable. But without kids, an active lifestyle and at least some exercise (I'd seen her jogging several times) she wasn't looking too bad. No supermodel that's for sure, but definitely enough to have fun with.

***

That night I was up in my room. I looked outta the large, person size window that was next to my double bed and over to next door's pad. There were no lights on. I was about to move away when one flicked on.

Walking around the kitchen was Mrs Moore. She was in the customary blue tracksuit that she'd be in when at home, transforming from power dressing business woman or whatever she was to bored housewife. Her brown hair was down, around her shoulders, and she was barefoot.

I studied her figure. Her ass was juicy and big. Clearly not as toned as it once was, and the kind that the owner would probably find depressingly big, but actually quite erotic to a horny young guy thinking only in sexual terms.

The tracksuit was tight around the bottom, which accentuated it. Her thighs were similarly a little thicker than perfect, but it turned me on. She was a good couple hundred metres away, so I looked around for something to see better with.

I grabbed the binoculars on my desk and turned out the light. I took up position again at the window and focused ahead.

Her feet looked sexy with red nails, and I trailed upwards. She had her back to me, and her fat ass looked even bigger. You could quite clearly see the panty line - not a thong, but certainly not conservative. A large proportion of her butt would be visible without those pants.

I went further, past the arch at the bottom of her back and to her broad shoulders. She turned around, staring down at the packaging of some microwave meal and walking toward the bin by the back door that I was peering into.

Her boobs were plump, no doubt helped into a healthy size by the few extra pounds she was carrying. The top was zipped not all the way up, and it seemed obvious that she wasn't wearing a t shirt. What was more, the way her boobs sagged a bit suggested she wasn't wearing anything at all. I felt the blood rush to my cock as I realised under her sweats she was just in skimpy panties. Why Mr Moore wasn't rushing home to strip his wife and fuck her fleshy body I don't know. Guess his secretary was hotter.

As she slipped the packaging into the bin she looked up and straight at me. Shit. I darted back. I was sure she couldn't see me - it was a dark room and a long way away - but I couldn't be sure. I stayed out of view for the rest of the night.

***

The next day I didn't go out into the garden, but I did wander around the house naked with the blinds open. I figured that was a good compromise - I was within my own home.

It being a Saturday, both the Moores were at home. I saw him mowing the lawn in his weekend shorts and polo t shirt, looking like a jackass. So sensible and boring.

The day was long and dull. I smoked a joint on our porch (with shorts on) and watched TV.

At around 3 I looked out of my bedroom again. Both the Moores were outside, grilling some ham on a BBQ. She was wearing little khaki shorts that showed off her thick, milky legs. Her t shirt was plain, but with her arms and neck exposed I got a good look at her body. Her large breasts were busting out of the outfit. How I wanted to sink my face into them and squeeze with my fingers.

That night, feeling bold from a few beers, I resumed my spying position by my window. I looked out at their house from mine several times. They spent the evening silently watching TV, her in her sweats again. I returned every ten minutes or so to check.

As I watched her through the binoculars, I slipped my shorts off and stood there, naked, stroking my cock, imagining being enveloped by her spongy older body.

At about 11:30 I saw them tidying the room, rearranging the cushions. He was in his sensible clothes, with his practical watch and neat hair, Etimesgut Escort Bayan putting the room back to respectable order. No trace of life was left as they headed upstairs.

The light went on in their bedroom, opposite to mind, and they busied themselves getting ready. He went into their en suite, returning in his underwear as she made the bed. He walked up to her, tooth brush in mouth, and spanked her.

She didn't react. He reached out and groped her plump ass. I groped my penis, hoping I'd be seeing some action. I was certainly living out my fantasies vicariously through him. He went back into the bathroom.

Coming out again minus toothbrush he put his thumbs into his waistband and pulled down, his little penis exposed. He jerked it until it was a moderately respectable size. No wonder she always looked undersexed.

Walking up to her again he put his arms around her and squeezed her tits through the fabric. He reached to her zip and pulled down, allowing her top to come open and her breasts to be exposed.

I was in heaven. Her bra was purple and lace. Shame she was wearing one today but hey I wasn't complaining. But then she walked forward and drew the blinds abruptly. Fuck!

Still, it had been good while it lasted. I went to my bed and lay down. I imagined Mrs Moore being fucked, right now. I thought of her in her back, her thick legs opened, allowing her husband to slip his cock into her wet pussy. I came a lot.

***

Monday morning came around and my folks were due to be home at the end of the week. What with it being a working day, the neighborhood was empty. So I decided on a bit of nude sunbathing. No one was going to catch me today.

It was still cool when I went out, being the morning, and lay down with my penis flopped limply on my leg as I relaxed. I drifted in and out of sleep blissfully. I had that odd sensation of being watched, but I scanned the skyline above the fence and saw no lights on or figures in the windows.

At around midday, I got up and headed indoors for something to eat. As I was tucking into some cold pasta from last night, I heard a ring at the door.

Jumping into my shorts I headed through the dark corridor to the sound of ringing. A female figure was silhouetted in the frosted glass. I opened.

Mrs Moore was stood in front of me.

"Hi," she said, smiling slightly but barely. She was in her khaki shorts and white top. Her boobs looked even bigger and her hips rounder than through the binoculars. I felt a little guilty in the back of my mind speaking to the woman I had been ogling.

"We haven't spoken for a while, I'm Mrs Moore from number 10, next door."

"Sure, I remember you."

"Well, I know your folks aren't home, but I'd seen you about. We got some mail delivered through our door so I was just bringing it around."

"Oh, thanks a lot, yeah, I'll take it."

She handed me some bills. Her eyes were green and piercing, something I'd failed to notice at long range.

"One other thing. I lent your mom a bucket and mop the other week, and I was hoping to get it back."

She had a neutral accent, not quite from anywhere other than suburbia. Clear, flat, not low but not quite feminine.

"Oh sure, it'll probably be in the kitchen, I'll fetch it for you. Come in, please."

She walked across the threshold with her bare feet. Her toenails were pink today. I liked a woman who showed off her feet. They would be lovely to lick, kiss and suck.

I turned and headed inside. She followed.

"Sorry about the mess Mrs Moore, I've had the place to myself and last night a few buddies came round."

"Don't mention it, I understand."

It was still kinda embarrassing, all the shit everywhere on the floor.

"Is this it?"

"Yes, that's it, thank you very much. I was going to clean my kitchen floor this afternoon, although I'm not sure if I've got time, I'm working from home and have a proposal to finish."

She fixed me a look with her green eyes. Her lips displayed a subtle pink lipstick, and there was a dash of mascara. Other than that, her skin was clear. Funny though, I thought, to wear any makeup when you're sat at home in old clothes. Maybe she was planning on humping that night and wanted to seduce her boring as shit husband.

"Oh I see," I replied, completely not interested in her goddamn cleaning. She turned and walked to the door. I was able to see her ass close up and took the opportunity.

It was pretty impressive. As I said, bigger than I'm sure she would have liked, but my cock certainly liked it, and I got a semi as I watched her wiggle away.

The smell of her hair wafted toward me. Her silky brown locks shone to the accompanying scent of some flower - feminine and very alluring indeed.

"You know," I ventured, surprised at the words coming outta my mouth. "I don't have anything to do and am frankly a little bored. If you're as busy as you say, I don't mind doing your floor for you."

"Oh, nonsense, I wouldn't dream of asking."

"Hey, Escort Etimesgut I would like to. As I say I don't have anything."

"That's such a generous offer, at least let me pay you for your time though."

"Don't worry about it. I start a job next week and was working for a month at the beginning of summer, so I don't need money. Let's just say you owe me a favor or something, you know, when I need neighbourly help."

"You have yourself a deal young man." Suddenly she flashed me a smile, her otherwise expressionless and slightly sour face radiated joy. Her teeth were straight and white, looking like an expensive job had been done on them. They clearly weren't worn away by swallowing too much of her hubby's cum.

"I didn't realise what a gent I had next door!"

"Oh, naw, as I say you're practically doing me a favour. Just let me get a shirt on."

"Oh," she laughed exuberantly. "I was kinda enjoying the view!"

I was taken aback slightly at this forward comment. Still, roll with it, man.

"Haha, well, if you don't mind, it's real hot today..."

"No, come in just the shorts, that's fine. You're doing me a solid."

I found myself walking in just shorts over her lawn to her front door. We walked in silence. I just imagined her in her bed, lying back against the fresh pillows, with her legs open, her wet pussy ready for my penis to slip in.

"The kitchen is just through there. If you could give it a general clean I'd be so grateful. I'll come out in a bit and get you something to drink."

I was alone in her kitchen. I looked around. There was just one photo of her and her husband, a predictably boring one. God that guy was a jerk. As the bucket filled with water, I walked over to the door and looked over to my place. My window was clearly visible - it looked a lot nearer this way round.

As I got down on my knees and started scrubbing I slightly regretted my decision. What the fuck had I been thinking? I wasn't gonna do anything with this woman, but I was now tiring myself out with boring manual labor.

After about 40 or so minutes I was doing the last of it. I squeezed the mop into the bucket, rearranged the furniture so it'd be as neat as Mr Tidy wanted, and went to find Mrs Moore.

She was on her knees in what appeared to be an office. She was obviously fixing something under the desk.

"Hi Mrs Moore. I'm done."

"Oh, thanks, I'll be just out."

As she wiggled backwards, I checked out her big old ass. Her panties were peeping out of the top. They were red and lacy, and I felt a thrill rush through me. Between this and the other night, I had managed to find out that she regularly wore bright, sexy lingerie. Who would have guessed under her plain clothes.

"Let me get you something to drink, you must be thirsty after that! I'm so grateful to you!"

We walked into the kitchen and she served me some juice with ice. She started to ask about my life, college, what I was up to. She revealed she and her husband had been married about 15 years, although said little else.

As the conversation drew to a close, I started for the door.

"I'll let you get on with your work. Thanks for the drink Mrs Moore."

"Oh no, thank you. And if there's anything you need, just let me know. Actually, if you're kicking around the place on your own in this heat, perhaps you'd like to use our pool some time?"

Pool? Amazing! She explained that their basement house a swimming pool and gym, which I didn't know. I thanked her and said I'd love that.

"OK, well how about tomorrow afternoon? I go out to work at 1, so if you come over right before then I can let you in. Your seem like a trustworthy young man."

"Gee, that'd be great Mrs Moore, I'd love it."

We said our goodbyes and took one last look at those thick milky thighs before going home to beat my meat and imagine her...

***

Tuesday afternoon rolled around, and I walked over to the Moores in just my swimming shorts. She opened the door.

"Hello again," she smiled. "Nice to see you again, come in."

"And you Mrs Moore. Thanks a lot."

We walked inside.

"How are you today?"

"Good thanks, and you?"

"Not too bad either."

She was in her work clothes. Her heels, skirt and white blouse. Her hair done up. Makeup on. In short, super sexy. Commanding. She looked a million miles hotter than the usual frumpy housewife.

She showed me to the pool and we chatted.

"The towels are there. I've gotta go, but just make sure you lock the door when you leave. I've left the keys by the door, and you can drop em by later."

She left, and the house was still and silent. I went for my swimming. But without the shorts.

After an hour of skinny dipping, I grew bored. I got out and towelled off. Then I decided to take the opportunity to explore. Naughty but hey, who'd know.

I walked up to their bedroom. It was still and neat. The bed sheets were clean and tucked in. I walked toward her drawers.

Finding her underwear, I looked in. I took out some sexy looking red panties, followed by a black lace thong. Her bras all matched. There was lace, color, little bows... all that. She had class and it was really turning me on. There were some stockings and even a suspender belt. I imagined her wearing them as her husband fucked her.