Rimming My Hot Neighbor’s Ass While Her Husband Is Away — Part One

I squeezed her cheeks, then stroked them with my open palms, delighting in their warm, silky softness. Occasionally I would pull them apart to sneak a peek at her darling little pink orifice.

I was between jobs and having difficulty finding something I wanted. It was definitely a lost summer for me. After several months of looking unsuccessfully, I decided to just go with the flow and take the time off. I was lucky enough to be able to house-sit for my best friend who was on sabbatical for the summer.

It was a nice house in a quiet neighborhood. Most of the neighbors were married couples and families, so I didn’t really fit in, but I didn’t mind because I needed the money. Of course, there was one particular neighbor who caught my eye. Courtney.

I’d see her almost every day, often more than once a day, out for a run, her thick blonde hair blowing in the breeze, usually dressed in tight, skimpy shorts and a tight t-shirt. She definitely intended to show off her physical assets: full breasts pushing against that tight shirt, a nice, narrow waist, and a firm, round butt. Courtney was in great shape for a woman her age, which I guessed to be around forty.

What really caught my eye was her ass. It wasn’t the kind I’m usually drawn to, not the classic “cute tushy.” No, it was full and firm, with just a tad of extra meat to put a little jiggle in her buns when she walked. It was the kind of jiggle that a girl just can’t help but notice — at least a girl like me. I’m twenty-six and just recently learned to embrace my identity as a lesbian.

Whenever Courtney turned around, I couldn’t take my eyes off her round ass. It just drew me in, begging me to touch it, squeeze it, kiss it. I kept thinking about how warm and soft it would be between those luscious cheeks.

Let’s just say it was Courtney’s ass that tempted me to try something. Now all I needed was an excuse to interact with her. She was pretty consistent about her schedule, so all I had to do was to bump into her as she ran past my house. Easy.

I knew that she always made a circle around the block, so once she was far enough past the house, I started off in the opposite direction. Within minutes, I encountered her coming toward me.

“Hey, nice outfit,” I said cheerfully, putting on my brightest smile.

“Thanks,” she said with a laugh.

“Mind if I join you?”

“I have to warn you, I go pretty fast,” she responded with a crooked smile.

I told her that was okay with me because I needed the exercise. I explained that I was out of my usual workout routine and told her my situation, that I would be around for the next couple of months, and that my usual gym was all the way across town. That’s when I hit the jackpot.

“Oh, you’re in luck,” she said, “I’m a personal trainer! I do it part-time, in my home, right up the street. I have weights and some workout machines, too, if you’re interested,” she added with a smile, “I’ll give you the ‘neighborhood discount’.”

Not really having much spare money for a trainer, even at a discount, this was a surprising opportunity and just too good to pass up. I immediately told her I was interested, we exchanged numbers, and continued our run.

Later that week, I called Courtney and set up an initial appointment. She had suggested that two or three workouts a week would be a good schedule and I settled on three. Paying for three sessions every week would put a real strain on my current finances but the possibilities were just too promising.

The first sessions were surprisingly tough. Courtney had warned me that she was a challenging trainer, and she was true to her word. For those first few workouts, each time I left her house I was tired and sore all over. But I was also happy because things were moving along. Courtney was a “hands-on” trainer, touching me in various places to show me which muscles each activity worked on. I also loved that she opened up to me, complaining about her husband and I found out her marriage was going a little stale. She even hinted that her sex life left a lot to be desired.

“Thank God for vibrators,” she said, quickly blushing with embarrassment at letting that secret out.

She explained that her husband was self-employed and was totally absorbed by his business; no time or interest for Courtney and her needs. That was definitely a plus for me.

I was in my third week of workouts when I decided it was time to take a chance and make a move on Courtney. Luckily for me, fate provided me with an opening. When Courtney showed me a new exercise, she raised her arms over her head and suddenly reacted to a painful stab in her shoulders. When I asked what was wrong, she said that she had overdone it the previous day and that she probably had pulled a muscle.

“I’ll just have to rest it for a while,” she said, “though that’s pretty hard for me.”

“This is it,” I thought. It was a long shot, but worth a try.

“Why don’t you let me massage it?” I offered. “I took a few classes and I’d be happy to help.”

She declined my initial offer, but I insisted and eventually, she relented. I had her sit on the floor in front of me and started to knead her shoulders.

“You still seem tense,” I said. “Why don’t we get into a more comfortable position?”

Luckily, Courtney agreed. Whether she didn’t detect my deception or was complicit in my little game, I still don’t know. In any case, we moved to the living room. She lay on the couch, face-down and I climbed onto her, seated on her butt, and continued the massage.

“God, that feels so much better,” she said and I felt her relax.

“We should do this more often,” I offered. “You work so hard.” Moving slightly lower on her back, I added, “I can do more than your shoulders if you like.”

“Mmm,” she replied with a little laugh, “how can I say no to that?”

I suggested that she remove her top and was thrilled when she didn’t object. That left her sports bra.

“That, too. Come on,” I said innocently.

She gave me a quick, slightly questioning look, but took it off. I got a brief look at her full breasts before she plopped back down on the couch.

I took it slowly, giving her a seemingly innocent massage, but blending in some sensual, suggestive moves. I spent a long time just running my hands softly over her skin, not just on her back, but along her sides and even down to the edge of her ass, moving her shorts down just a little to expose the top of her ass crack. Then I moved down to her thighs, which did actually seem a little tense. I kneaded them, letting my hands wander up as far as the bottom of her ass cheeks before retreating. Courtney let me do all of this with little objection, only an occasional “Oh” of surprise at my boldness.

Since she did not seem inclined to stop me, I decided to take a bigger chance. Scooting back a little to sit on her upper thighs, I leaned forward, lowered myself on top of her, and continued to knead her shoulders as I rubbed the length of my body of hers. I felt Courtney was starting to give in. I was thrilled and getting more excited with each passing second.

I decided to get really bold. All or nothing. I quickly slipped off my top and bra and returned to my previous position atop her back. She felt my bare skin against her own and responded with surprise, her eyes opening wide as she uttered a startled, “Oh!”. But then, as I started to rub against her again, she relaxed.

“Oh my, that does feel good,” she said, almost in a whisper.

My nipples were stiff and erect now, and I wondered if she could feel my excitement as I rubbed against her.

“I want to make you feel good, Courtney. Like your husband should make you feel,” I whispered into her ear.

Courtney’s only response was a warm smile and a barely audible moan. Her eyes were still closed and she looked very content, obviously enjoying what I was doing to her. I took the next step and I placed a soft kiss just below her ear. She didn’t object, so I did it again, several times, then added a bit of tongue, licking sensuously along her neck, drawing a wonderful little whimper from her.

I was good to go. I urged her to turn over, and she did. She was breathing heavily now, as she looked deep into my eyes, holding my gaze with a combination of question and anticipation. I was sitting up on her hips, and as I looked down I noticed the tan lines on her chest. It excited me and made me aware that I was one of the select few who got to see her this way.

Reaching down, I placed my hands over her breasts. They were full and soft. Courtney’s nipples were a deep pink, the areolas wide and stippled with little goosebumps. I was dying to take them in my mouth but I continued to gently knead them with my hands. Then I leaned down to give her our first real kiss.

I ran my tongue over her lips, staying outside her mouth for the moment. But she showed no resistance and I couldn’t help myself. I slipped inside her seemingly passive lips and found her own wet tongue, licking it slowly, gently in a circular motion.

To my surprise, she returned my kiss with hot passion, her tongue moving eagerly over mine as she moaned shamelessly into my mouth. She clutched me to her, her right leg wrapping urgently around my upper thighs. All questions and inhibition were gone now, and we were off and running. It was absolutely wonderful, exactly as I hoped it would be.

I broke the kiss and moved my head down, lingering briefly at her neck before descending on her lovely breasts. I took one luscious nipple into my mouth and sucked it as my tongue rolled over it. I felt her little nub harden and grow between my lips. I was whimpering myself now as the thrill of finally having her overcame me. I moved back and forth between her tits, utterly enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh, trying to hide how excited I was.

Courtney was definitely into it. She continued to moan and whimper, and her body writhed slowly on the couch, silently asking for more. I was happy to give her everything. Reluctantly leaving her breasts, I moved down her body, licking over her ribcage, settling briefly on her flat, firm midsection. Courtney’s stomach rippled in response and she uttered a breathy “Oh, God.” She knew what was coming. She wanted it.

I wanted it, too. I dropped to my knees on the floor and quickly slipped her shorts and panties down and off in a single motion, then nudged Courtney into a new position on the couch, spreading her legs apart, raising the left one to rest against the back of the couch while the right one dangled off the front. I settled between them and took in the sight. Damn, she looked hot with her legs splayed open wantonly while her chest heaved with passion. She caught my eye and held it for several seconds, seemingly wondering if I was really going to do this.

I looked between her legs and got my first good look at her mature cunt. Her pussy lips were full and meaty, so pink and swollen now with desire, with just a hint of moisture inside. And above it was a nicely trimmed bush of blonde hair.

I started slowly, kissing up and down the inside surface of her raised leg, then giving the same treatment to the other one, purposely bypassing her crotch as I did so. Then I went back for a second pass, this time letting my tongue slip out to run a wet, swirling trail along each leg. Courtney responded with a quiet, frustrated groan that told me I was teasing her just the way I wanted to. I did this several more times, and each time her reaction grew stronger.

On my next pass up her thigh, I didn’t skip over. Instead, I placed my tongue at the bottom of her cleft and licked slowly up the entire length of her vulva. Courtney’s hips rose off the sofa, and I slipped my hands beneath her, cupping her ass.

I licked up and down her slit, each time feeling her juices coating my tongue. Courtney responded with a pathetic moan of desire. I licked around the edges of her cunt, placed a quick kiss on her clit, and then used my thumbs to open her lips, revealing her sopping wet hole. I licked all over her pink treasure and she responded with a groan and began pumping her hips, begging for more. I covered her opening with my mouth, gently sucking at it before plunging my tongue all the way inside. Her cunt felt so warm and juicy, surrounding my tongue.

Courtney was moving franticly on the couch now, totally turned on and in need of release. I moved to her clit, licking swirls around it and then taking it in my mouth. I sucked it in while simultaneously tickling it with the tip of my tongue. She pretty much went crazy at that point.

“Fuck! Oh, God!” she cried out and grabbed my head, frantically pulling me into her.

She was obviously close to cumming and I was intent on getting her there. I stayed on her clit, licking and sucking it until finally her body shook and she cried out as her orgasm hit her. I licked her through her orgasm until she relaxed just a bit, her legs shaking with the aftershocks. But I didn’t stop. Before the shaking had subsided, I started on her again, slowly once more, hoping to build her to another raging climax.

I gave her pretty much the same treatment and this time it worked even better. In a minute or so I had her hips twitching and her body arching and was licking up an abundant dose of her cunt juices. It was heavenly. I could have done her all day but decided that was enough for now, so I backed off and just watched her recover.

Panting and gasping, Courtney felt the aftershock of her climax.

“So good,” she murmured, “… so fucking good.”

She just lay there quietly as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Thank you,” she said in a near whisper, looking up at me, with a big, satisfied grin filling her face.

I just smiled in return. Courtney smiled warmly again and turned over on the couch, resting her head blissfully on her arms. I took the opportunity to once again run my hands over her lovely body, gently caressing her as she wallowed in the afterglow of her multiple orgasms.

As Courtney relaxed, her eyes closed, with a contented smile on her face. But I wanted more and I had my eyes on her lovely bottom. Several minutes had passed when I decided to make my move.

“Wow,” I said quietly, “you have such a nice ass.”

I put my hands on it as I spoke, lightly caressing and squeezing it.

“Thanks,” she said with a warm smile, “I’m pretty proud of my butt. I work hard to keep it looking good.”

“Well,” I said, doing my best to hide my true feelings as I continued to touch her, “it’s absolutely wonderful.”

“Mmm,” she cooed. “That feels nice.”

I played with Courtney’s ass like that for a long time, like I was just giving her another light massage. I squeezed her cheeks, then stroked them with my open palms, delighting in their warm, silky softness. Occasionally I would pull them apart to sneak a peek at her darling little pink orifice. The sight thrilled me each time, but I hid it, until once I forgot and let out a little cry of excitement that she could not help but hear.

Courtney turned her head to look at me, first startled by the sound, then mildly shocked as she realized what was going on.

“Oh my God,” she said, her voice almost a whisper, the astonishment obvious on her face, “You wanna toss my salad, don’t you?”

To be continued…

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