Straight Male / 27
Just this spring, a good looking couple, Amelia and Bill, moved in next door, here in Pittsburgh, Pa. We officially met when they came over and knocked on my door. They seemed a well-grounded, solid couple. However, a day or so later she called on the phone and came on like a champ. I was taken aback by this and begged out of the situation. After that, she came over wearing a flimsy cotton dress, mostly unbuttoned, with nothing underneath. She phoned me about half a dozen times and I finally said, "Amelia I'm sorry, but I just cannot get involved with a married woman." I actually meant it then and this is NOT a fiction story.
Our phone connection seemed to have an echo or something so I cut the call short and excused myself. I cussed out the entire event because while Amelia was not a drop-dead beauty she has an unusual allure and was a willowy strawberry blonde with green eyes, perky breasts and a lovely pair of hips that drove me nuts just imagining them naked with my face buried between her butt-cheeks. I thought, however, that in a year or so after I get to know them...who knows?
The calls and visits went on for another two weeks and then a knock came to my door and it was Amelia and Bill with a bottle of champagne. Bill hugged me and shook my hand and said, "Finally a decent neighbor we can trust, confessing that he had pressed Amelia into all the come-on events and that I had "passed their test." Looking at Amelia, I could see that she was plainly pissed just having to be put through that neurotic exercise.
A few days passed and it was early evening. My front door bell rang and upon answering it, saw that it was Amelia wearing my favorite cotton dress. Puzzled, I let her in and she said, "The son of a bitch just called me from Seattle where he'll be for a week. Let's you and I do some serious fucking." My shock wore out fast but my cock got hard and rose faster. We grabbed each other and did not come up for air for three hours. The following week we sucked, fucked and slobbed over each other tirelessly. Amelia is my gift from the sex gods. In the end, I AM a dependable neighbor after all.
Our phone connection seemed to have an echo or something so I cut the call short and excused myself. I cussed out the entire event because while Amelia was not a drop-dead beauty she has an unusual allure and was a willowy strawberry blonde with green eyes, perky breasts and a lovely pair of hips that drove me nuts just imagining them naked with my face buried between her butt-cheeks. I thought, however, that in a year or so after I get to know them...who knows?
The calls and visits went on for another two weeks and then a knock came to my door and it was Amelia and Bill with a bottle of champagne. Bill hugged me and shook my hand and said, "Finally a decent neighbor we can trust, confessing that he had pressed Amelia into all the come-on events and that I had "passed their test." Looking at Amelia, I could see that she was plainly pissed just having to be put through that neurotic exercise.
A few days passed and it was early evening. My front door bell rang and upon answering it, saw that it was Amelia wearing my favorite cotton dress. Puzzled, I let her in and she said, "The son of a bitch just called me from Seattle where he'll be for a week. Let's you and I do some serious fucking." My shock wore out fast but my cock got hard and rose faster. We grabbed each other and did not come up for air for three hours. The following week we sucked, fucked and slobbed over each other tirelessly. Amelia is my gift from the sex gods. In the end, I AM a dependable neighbor after all.
