NAUGHTY NEIGHBOUR FICTION
Strawberry Garden
It’s just neighbourly to share your fruit
I mean I know they are like ripe fruit. Big and pendulous, they swing nicely when I go without a bra. They were a little more firm when I was younger but they get more attention now. Hubby says they resemble two bald men kissing when I wear a bra and I do like to leave the first few buttons of my blouse undone. You know, show off my assets.
Today is definitely a two bald men day even though I’m in the strawberry patch picking the first of the crop. I’ve got my head down but I can feel eyes on me. Someone is eying up the chaps.
When I look up there is a hunk looking at me over the fence. Must be our new neighbour. I would not mind him fondling my fruit and a few other things as well.
“Hi,” I say, “Do you like them?
I bite into a strawberry trying to look as sexy as possible.
“I certainly do,” he smiles. “Very large and succulent.”
“They’re ripe and ready for picking,” I flutter my eyelashes at him.
Now hubby does not mind me going off piste occasionally providing I always come back onto the slope and this guy is definitely worth a little cross-country jaunt. Big muscles that fill the arms of his tee shirt, dark hair and a jutting jawline. I’ve probably got twenty years on him so if he is interested I’m going to grab him whilst I can.
“I’ll pick you some and bring them round. Do you have any cream?”
“Only the squirty kind.”
“Oh, I just love cream squirted over my fruit.”
I’m in his kitchen with a bowl of strawberries and another couple of buttons undone. He is standing in front of me all rippling muscles and trying to keep eye contact but he cannot stop his gaze looking down.
“Would you like to taste them? I ask.
He glances at the strawberries.
“I was thinking more of these,” I flicked another couple of buttons on my blouse apart.
Now it is my turn to look down. Something is straining the material of his shorts. I guess he has not stuffed anything down there so it looks like that part of him is well developed as well.
He steps forward and wrenches my blouse open. The remaining buttons skitter across the kitchen floor as he nimbly unclips my bra.
I do like a man who knows what he wants.
His fingers pinch at my nipples whilst his palms knead the girls together like firm dough sending a spasm through me that makes my pussy tingle and my knees buckle. On my way down I grab at his shorts and take them with me. Now I am kneeling and and looking at the biggest, hardest shaft of flesh I have seen in a long time.
Don’t get me wrong, hubby’s got a nice length and a filling girth but if I’d grown this cucumber I’d be more than happy and I know just where it’s going.
Wrapping my lips around the purple plum of the head I slide as much as I can into my mouth and wrap the fingers of one hand around the rest. I push my other hand between my legs. My head is bobbing back and forth, my ass is bouncing up and down in sync and my tits are jiggling around like helium-filled balloons tied together in a gale. Add to that my nipples rubbing against his legs each time he trusts into my mouth and I’m coming almost before he does.
I sense his seed pulsing up his shaft and then the first jet hits the back of my throat. Yanking his cock out of my mouth I point it down, my hand still working hard. The next spurt laces across my right tit and then another across the left catches the nipple on the way past. That and the frantically circling fingers of my other hand sends me over the cliff edge.
I slip his cock back into my mouth like a cat savouring the last of the cream and feel him shudder. My palms circle around my breasts coating them with his essence and making them shine. It’s good for the skin you know. Well, that’s what I’ve been told but who cares?
There’s that embarrassing moment as I stand up and do up my bra and he pulls up his shorts.
“I’ll leave you the strawberries.”
“Erm,” his chin dips down, “I don’t actually like strawberries, but you’re more than welcome to come round anytime you need some cream.”
My hand brushes the front of his shorts. “I do hope you’ve got a plentiful supply.”
