Story 34
Summary:
Paul, mid twenties. Life can be boring living in the suburbs and working from home, and Paul keeps thinking back to a magical night he had with a larger lady. But when a new neighbor moves in, he sees that there are always new opportunities for fun just around the corner.
Lucy, mid twenties. When Paul comes over to welcome her to the neighborhood, she wants to experience some real hospitality.
Oral. Blow jobs, sixty-nine, pussy licking, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking, titty fucking.
Paul felt as though he had been waiting forever to see who his new neighbors would be.
He still wasn't completely sure why it had become such a point of interest for him.
He never used to be the kind of person who took such an interest in what was going on in his neighborhood, being content to keep to himself most of the time.
He supposed it had all changed when he had started to work from home.
He had found himself sitting at the desk in his front room that offered views over the street outside, thinking that sitting there would provide a nice view for him, certainly better than sitting in the office where he used to work,
and while doing this he had started to take an interest in the comings and goings of his neighbors - people who had barely said hello to before that - and when the house across the street had gone up for sale he had found himself becoming even more interested in what was happening there.
He had seen the signs going up, had seen people coming round to look at the place, and then, eventually, he had seen the neighbors packing up their belongings and leaving.
That was when the wait had begun to see who the new neighbors would be, and the house had so far stood empty for a week, building the anticipation for him. However, the previous day, a truck had pulled up with some furniture, signaling the start of something new.
He had watched the workmen unload it all and then drive away, and he had assumed that the new neighbor would be arriving at any moment now. But the wait continued.
When he woke up that morning, he looked out of his bedroom window and saw that there had still not been any change.
Sighing, he got ready to go for a morning run.
Since he had started working from home, he had been doing his best to keep fit, and it had certainly started to show dividends.
He was twenty-five years old, and while he had never had any real health problems or been especially unfit, he had also never made any concerted effort to maintain his fitness. Now, however, he had noticed some real differences.
He was above average in height, and now he had a trim, athletic build, lean and muscular, with several trips to the gym every week, also helping him there.
He had noticed that his face had become more defined, with a stronger jawline and more noticeable cheekbones.
Sometimes he looked at himself and felt slightly surprised to see that he had become quite handsome now.
His dark brown eyes seemed more noticeable, and when he smiled at his reflection, he thought that it was a winning smile, telling himself that women couldn't help but fall for a smile like that.
He had felt his confidence go through the roof. In fact, he felt as though it had helped him to meet women, and there had certainly been some incredible women. He had met a couple at the gym, beautiful, toned women. He’d had some good times, without a doubt.
As he started on his morning jog, he found himself thinking about them, thinking about the good times that he’d had with them.
However, there was one thought that he kept trying to push away because he couldn’t really make sense of it.
Now, however, as he jogged down his street, turning toward the park, he found himself going back to those thoughts, those memories.
The problem was that these women might seem like idealistic beauty, but there was another woman whose thoughts kept going back to, and she was the kind of woman that he secretly wanted, the kind of woman that he thought a lot of men might turn their noses up at.
In his opinion, any man who would turn their nose up at a woman like that was simply missing out on something wonderful, however.
Her name was Andrea, and she had worked at the same office as he did.
In fact, their little bit of fun had happened at her leaving party.
He’d always noticed her at work, moving around the office in a strangely sensual way, as though her body was built for pleasure and as though pleasure was always on her mind.
However, he had never admitted to the desire that he had for her.
She was about the same age as he was and slightly below average height. She had a beautiful face, with dimpled cheeks, big, hazel eyes, and an easy smile. Her hair was shoulder-length, glossy, and light brown. However, it was her figure that really fascinated him.
She had a very full figure, curvy with a plump ass that rolled in an incredibly sexy way when she passed through the office.
Sometimes she would wear tight dresses in the office, and he knew that some of the men made less-than-kind comments about her appearance in them, but he thought that she looked incredible in them, seeing the shape of her ass, the way that her stomach pushed at the dress, the hugeness of her breasts.
She seemed to exude confidence, and she also looked incredibly sexy to him, built for fun, and he sometimes found himself thinking about what that fun would feel like, what her body would feel like.
Sometimes he would find himself in the shower thinking about her, his cock hard, and he would want to jerk off thinking about what it would be like to fuck her, to get his hands on that body of hers,
and he would feel strangely guilty about those thoughts while also being completely unable to deny them.
But then it had happened. There had been a small party at the office for Andrea's last day.
She had come in that morning wearing a tight skirt that clung to her meaty thighs, which looked as though it was sprayed onto her fat ass.
She had matched it with a white blouse whose buttons seemed to be working overtime to contain her incredible breasts.
He could see her black bra showing through it, and the blouse was so tight that it really showed off her full body.
This outfit of hers didn't seem to be having the same effect on anyone else, but he couldn't stop staring at her.
He was sure that she had to know. How could she not?
Sometimes he would look over at her, perhaps bent over someone's desk, talking to them, and then she would glance in his direction, and as he hurriedly looked away, he would see a slight smile on her lips, letting him know that she knew just what was going on.
As the party continued, he wanted to go and talk to her, but he didn't know what to say.
They had never exchanged much more than pleasantries, and he felt as though if he made an effort now, then it might be too obvious that he had some kind of ulterior motive.
He felt as though any opportunity that he might have had was slipping away, and he just didn't know what to do about it.
He had headed to the bathroom at one point and, when he was finished, stepped out into an empty corridor.
But then, turning the corner, there she was.
She stopped for a moment when she saw him and then walked toward him, her hips swaying in that seductive way that they had, and he walked toward her.
The corridor was narrow, and there was no way that they could touch as they passed. He felt his heart racing.
Their eyes met as they passed, and then he felt the softness of her body against his. It was wonderful, and in that moment, he thought that it was a moment that he would play over and over again for a long time to come.
But he was mistaken. Because there was much more to come.
As they passed, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, turning him to her.
“When are you going to say goodbye to me properly?” she said with a slight tilt of her head.
He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he was willing to see just where it went.
"Erm, now, I guess?" he replied. Her eyes lit up, and she pushed him back against the wall of the corridor. Her body was pushing against his, and she was kissing him, her lips pushing against his, hungry for him, her body against his feeling just as wonderful as he had imagined it would.
For a moment, he didn’t know how to react, but then he kissed her back, his hands going to her waist, feeling her curves at last, and they felt even better than he had ever imagined that they would.
One of his hands moved around behind her body and went up to the back of her head, his fingers pushing through her hair, and his other hand went to her fat ass, grabbing hold of it, squeezing it.
Her hands were on him as well, one hand moving over his chest and the other one pulling at his shirt, moving beneath it.
Her kisses moved to his throat, and he felt her hot breath on his skin before her lips were there, kissing, sucking, and then biting him gently.
Then, she raised her face to look into his, a naughty little smile on her lips.
“Come on,” she said.
She took his hand again and led him down the corridor to an office. They headed inside and looked around quickly, making sure that it was empty.
Then, she led him over to the desk, and then she hopped up onto it, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he moved in closer.
She spread her legs, and he moved in between them, kissing her, his hands sliding up her thighs, moving beneath her skirt, feeling the wonderful fullness of her thighs beneath his hands as their kiss intensified.
Her hands moved to his shirt, undoing it, and he was inspired to do the same to her.
He got her blouse undone, and then he broke off their kiss to look down, looking at her breasts where they strained at her bra.
She stroked his face and wiggled her body, her breasts bouncing, jiggling.
“Go on,” she said, “I know you want to.”
He glanced into her face for a moment and then did it, pushing his face down between her breasts, as she threw her head back and let out a light giggle.