The Neighbors Wife
"Hello, Paul, this is Mindy from next door, is your mother there?"
The sweet sounding, almost sultry voice of my neighbors young wife sent a shiver through my body when I answered the ringing phone.
"No, shes at work right now, Mindy, can I take a message?" I answered.
"Thats okay." Mindy said. "The mailman delivered a package here that was suppose to go to her and I wanted to get to it her. Its too heavy for me to carry so I cant bring it over myself. Oh, Paul, would you mind coming over to get it?"
Despite being fourteen years older than I am, Mindy was hot damn hot especially back then. She married my neighbor right after she graduated from high school. He was a rich businessman who owned the mines on which our small towns economy was based. I dont know what she saw, apart from the money, in a man who was twenty years older that she. He was gone most of the time on business trips, leaving Mindy to entertain herself by watching TV or shopping at the factory outlet mall south of town. When my sister and I were younger, Mindy even used to babysit us.
Later, when I became a teenager and first began to notice how attractive women were, Mindy was the first one I looked at and thought about. She exercised regularly and kept herself in shape so she didnt look like a mother of two children. Late at night when the rest of my family was asleep, I would sit by the window of my bedroom on the second floor and watch Mindy exercise in her living room. During the summer, when the nights were warm, I was occasionally treated to the sound of her grunting and groaning from the physical exertion because she kept the windows open to let the night air flow through and cool the room.
Mindy had a perfect body. Standing about five-foot-six and weighing no more than 120 pounds, she was a tanned goddess with 34D breasts or so I learned later on. When she worked out, she would wear tight-fitting boxers and a blue sports bra that made her breasts bounce as she moved. I loved to watch her exercise and I memorized ever curve, every muscle of her luscious body. I compared every girl I saw at school to Mindy, and none of them even came close to measuring up.
One summer night when I was eighteen, and Mindy was thirty-two, I sat at the window in my dark bedroom and planned on watching Mindy work out as she normally did. But, instead of her regular aerobics routine, I was treated to my first glimpse of two people making love. Mindy began her workout as usual, but a few minutes later her fifty-two-year-old husband came into the room and immediately took her in his arms and kissed her.
The images of what I observed that night remain with me even today. First, the husband, whos name was Ron, approached Mindy from behind, wrapped one arm around her waist, placed the other hand on her right breast, and kissed the back of her neck. He pushed the elastic fabric of her sports bra aside and massaged the smooth, white skin of her bare breasts. Her nipples became stiff and stood out from the soft globes as he gently pinched them between his fingers.
Mindy turned around and kissed Ron on the lips while unbuttoning his dress shirt with the skillful hands of one who had removed many shirts. Ron unhooked the back of Mindys bra while she pushed Rons shirt from his shoulders and ran her fingers through the tiny curls of hair that formed a thick cover on his chest. Now bare-breasted, she kneeled before her husband, unzipped the fly of his gray slacks, removed a fully erect penis, and began stroking it with her hands. Ron unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to floor in a heap around his hairy ankles. As he stood there wearing only his blue boxer shorts, Ron received a slow hand job from Mindy, who stroked his manhood in slow movements with one hand and formed a cup beneath his scrotum with the other, gently massaging the balls inside.
He said something, I couldnt hear what, and suddenly Mindy shoved the whole of her husbands penis into her mouth, right down to the base. Ron grabbed Mindys head by the hair and held it as she moved her head up and down the length of his erect shaft, sliding it in and out of her mouth. Faster and faster she went until her hair was flying all over the place and Rons legs were shaking from what must have been intense stimulation.
Then, as quickly as she started, she stopped moving her head and pulled his penis from her mouth. It was beet red and seemed to pulse a couple times a second about as fast as my heart was racing as I watched. Then Rob grabbed a hold of it and continued working it himself, angling it down so it was nearly parallel with the floor and pointed right at Mindys face.
He stroked himself rapidly, so fast his hand was a blur, until he stopped abruptly and ejaculated onto his wife. Beads of white semen pulsed from the manhood and fell onto Mindys face, into her open mouth, and dripped onto her breasts. When he had finished, Mindy took his penis into her mouth once more and sucked every last drop of ejaculate out of his system.
Then, it was over as quick as it began, and Mindy and Ron left the room, not bothering to pick up their clothes or clean the drops of semen that dropped off Mindy and onto the floor. Apparently they went into the shower, because I saw the frosted glass of the second-floor bathroom window light up, but I wasnt privileged to see what transpired inside.
I returned to my bed to lay down and try to sleep, but for obvious reasons that was impossible. The images of Mindy, her face and bare breasts covered with her husbands juices, filled my mind and all I could think about was my desire to be Ron that night. I wished that Mindy was giving the blow job to me; I wished her hands were stroking and massaging my penis, and I wished it was my cum that covered her face and breasts. When I closed my eyes, it was all I saw: Mindys face, her mouth opened wide and smiling, as I covered her face.
Without knowing I had put them there, my hands were beneath my white cotton briefs and my fingertips were gently stroking the engorged tip of my erect penis. That seemed to only heighten my excitement, not relieve it. It was easier to imagine Mindys touch while I touched myself; I could pretend that my hands were her hands, and later that they were her lips. My hands progressed from merely rubbing to completely grasping and stroking myself in slow movements focused on the tip. I fueled the fires of the orgasm building inside my body. I brought myself to the verge of ejaculating and relaxed, ceasing all stimulation, and let the images of Mindy fill my mind.
Over and over again I repeated this procedure, bringing myself almost to orgasm and then relaxing just before climax. And every time I came close, the pending orgasm felt greater and greater, even though I felt the same distance from finishing each time. But I couldnt continue this forever; after several repetitions I didnt stop when I felt the orgasm draw near, I just closed my eyes tight and imagined that Mindy was beside me, ready to receive everything that would presently emerge from my body. Her cheeks were rosy red and her eyes opened wide in anticipation, but her lips were little more than a seductive slit at that moment, vaguely reminiscent of a similar opening further down her body, an opening then shrouded in mystery. And when the time came, I imagined her mouth wide and smiling as I finished with pulsing blobs in the darkness.
That was three years ago, but I hadnt stopped fantasizing about Mindy since. In the years that followed, I had been with three girls, and there were times with all of them when I though of Mindy and wondered how much better she would be. The girls I was with were just teenagers, the same age as me, and didnt have Mindys experience.
All of my fantasies suddenly rushed back into my mind as I picked up the phone and heard Mindys melodic voice asking me to come over to her house.
"The mailman delivered a package here that was suppose to go to her and I wanted to get to it her. Its too heavy for me to carry so I cant bring it over myself. Oh, Paul, would you mind coming over to get it?"
"Of course, Ill be over in a few minutes," I replied, trying to hide both the nervous tremble and the excitement that I knew must have been in my voice.
"Thanks, Paul, Ill be expecting you," Mindy said. She hung up.
I ran around the house unsure of what to do for several minutes. Should I shower, should I change, should I put on cologne? No, I decided, I didnt want to do anything out of the ordinary. I just brushed my hair, took a long and deep breath, and left the front door unlocked as I walked towards the gate in the row of tall, green hedges that separated our front lawns.
My heart pounded as I followed the cobblestone walk through the gravel beside her front porch and climbed the wooden steps up to the door. The doorbell chimed after I pressed the glowing button and I waited anxiously for what seemed an eternity before Mindy opened the front door. Although I didnt look, I knew my chest was visibly pounding with the throbbing of my heart.
Inside, behind the white curtains that covered the oval window in the large oak door, I saw movement in the back and heard footsteps creaking along the hardwood floor. Shadows moved in the distance, along the long hallway that led from the foyer to the kitchen. Suddenly, a definite feminine form emerged from the shadows and came into focus through the thin curtain. It was Mindy.
"Hi, Paul," she said after unlocking the door and swinging it open a few degrees. She was leaning with her left shoulder against the door jam, her hips thrust out to the right, her left arm hanging to the side and her right with the hand on her waist. Mindy was dressed for exercise, in a black and green leotard that was very low cut in both the front and the back. Her skin glistened with beads of sweat and an upside-down triangle of moisture had formed between her breasts.
Her blonde hair, which was normally in curls, was tied behind her head in a ponytail with a green hair-tie that matched her leotard. The hair was dark in places from heavy sweating. Mindy was breathing heavily and her chest rose and fell with each breath, thrusting her breasts out towards me in a subtle invitation I fought to turn down.
"Come on in," Mindy said, opening the door further and stepping back to let me into the house. "The package is just over here in the living room. Im sorry about looking like a mess, I was downstairs with my aerobics tapes."
"Thats okay, maam," I said.
"Oh, dont call me maam," she replied quickly. "You can call me Mindy, sweetie, were both adults now."
"Alright, Mindy, Ill do that."
I followed Mindy into the living room, which was decorated in a rustic style with log furniture. The package, wrapped in brown paper with a large shipping label on the side, was sitting beneath an end table.
"Im not sure whats in there," Mindy said. "But I put it down there just to be safe, in case it was fragile."
"Thats a good idea," I said, trying to continue the small talk we were making. "Its better to play it safe."
I reached for the package and picked it up, it really wasnt that heavy and I thought there was no reason that Mindy couldnt have brought it over to my house by herself. In the back of my mind, the horny little devil started telling me that this was all some big plot of Mindys to get me into her bed.
No, I told myself, my luck isnt that good. It will never happen. I picked up the package and walked to the door.
"Thanks for holding this for mom, Mindy," I said, placing one hand on the brass doorknob. "Im sure she will appreciate it."
"Its my pleasure," Mindy said. "Thanks for coming to pick it up."
"Youre welcome," I said. "Good-bye, Mindy."
I turned to walk outside and Mindy started walking upstairs. But before I could cross the threshold and start down the steps, Mindy called me from halfway up the stairs.
"Oh, Paul," she said. "While youre over here, I was wondering, are you any good with tools?"
"Um . . . uh," I stuttered for a few seconds, unsure of what to answer. "Im pretty handy with some of them. Why? Do you need something done?"
"Actually, if you wouldnt mind, a shelf fell down in my closet last night," Mindy said. "I cant fix it myself, and with my husband out of town until next week I dont want to leave it."
"Yes!" the little horny devil screamed in my head. "This is your chance, tiger!"
"Sure," I said, shrugging my shoulders to hide my excitement. "Ill take a look at it."
"Follow me," Mindy said, as she turned and doubled-timed it up the stairs. I followed, and watched her firm derrière, which was barely covered by the tight fabric of her leotard. It was creased slightly between the cheeks, leaving nothing of the form to my imagination. With very little effort, I could see the naked cheeks thrusting towards me, beckoning me to come closer with my hips.
"Its right up here," Mindy said, pointing to a double-door in the wall to the right of the top of the stairs. "The closets in the back."
She stepped to one side after entering the bedroom and I walked over the area rug and stopped in front of the sliding doors of the closet. The room was decorated in the same rustic style as the downstairs rooms: unpainted wooden furniture around the edges and a large, king-sized bed with an oak bed-frame in the center. The closet itself was spacious, but the shelf and its former contents lay in a heap on the floor.
"I was moving things around yesterday and I guess I put too much weight on it," Mindy said. "My husbands tool kit is right there on the floor."
I bent down and looked at the shelf, which Mindy had propped against the wall, and then examined the holes in the wall where the brackets for the shelves had been attached. The brackets, lying on the floor, were fine but I would need to drill new holes for them.
"What do you think?" Mindy asked.
"Ill probably have to drill new holes," I said. "But its nothing that cant be done. It looks like theres a drill in the toolbox. It should take me no more than ten, fifteen minutes."
"Thank you so much, Paul," Mindy said. "I really appreciate this. With Ron gone so often, I dont have a handyman around the house to fix things."
"No problem, Mindy," I replied.
"While youre working on that, Im gonna go take a shower," Mindy said. "Im rather sweaty."
"That sounds good," I said. "I always enjoy a long, hot shower after a workout."
"Ill be out in a few," Mindy said before disappearing into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. I tried to clear my mind of all thoughts about Mindy getting undressed completely naked a few feet away from me with only a few inches of wood separating us. Focus on the shelf, I told myself, focus on the shelf.
I picked up the shelf and the battery-powered handheld drill and measured out new holes in the wall for the brackets to hold up the shelf. But I couldnt concentrate on what I was doing, not with Mindy so close. The sound of cascading water in the other room was a constant reminder of her. But the sound of the water was a little too loud. I turned my head and saw that the bathroom door was cracked open slightly.
Stealthily, I set the tools down on the floor beside the closet and sneaked over to the bathroom door. From a few feet away, I glimpsed the steam-covered glass of the shower stall. It would have been transparent normally, but now it was translucent and allowed few details of the other side to show through, but I was able to get the general idea.
As I stared at the shower, I discerned Mindys naked body behind the shower door. It appeared as a tall and thin flesh-colored blob with a dark matte of hair at the top and another halfway up. I made out her arms as she moved them up and down her body, presumably lathering it with soap. Her hands lingered over her breasts as I tried to picture them covered with slippery soap, and they rested on her hips as she stretched and arched her back, thrusting what appeared to be here breasts into the air. As I looked closely, the dark areas I saw on her breasts must have been her areolas and nipples.
She then stood erect and resumed her caressing movements, letting out an audible sign as she rubbed her breasts again. Then her hands slid slowly down her body, down towards the dark patch in the middle, presumably the hair that covered her womanhood. And thats where they remained, down between her legs.
Mindys body began to sway slightly and her hips appeared to rock. There was no doubt in my mind that she was masturbating, but that opened several questions in my mind. Why was she doing it now? Did she know the door was open? What was she thinking about? Was she thinking about me?
I stared at the fuzzy images in the steam-covered glass and watched with growing excitement as Mindy pleasured herself with her fingers. Her sounds became more frequent and, in addition to sighing, she groaned and released tiny "yips". I knew I was hard, I felt it bulging inside my jeans, my sex wanting to break out and go after Mindy. But I fought it back, not really believing what was going on, what my eyes were beholding.
Mindy placed one hand against the glass, apparently for support, and her other hand moved more furiously while her sounds became more frequent. As she brought herself closer to climax the urge to join her was nearly overwhelming. Finally, after an agonizing pause in her motion, the orgasm apparently came. Mindy leaned her head back, pressed a shoulder against the door, and gasped "oh God".
Then she stood motionless for a few moments, waiting for the strength to stand on her own to return. When that happened, the first thing she did was reach for the faucet and turn the hot shower off. I quickly turned around and returned to the shelf, making it seem that I hadnt been watching.
As I stared at the shelf, I hoped that the erection would fade. I didnt want to have to explain to Mindy that I was watching her. She would be suspicious when she saw the open door, unless she left it open on purpose . . .
Thats when it first dawned on me. Had she intended for me to watch?
I heard the shower door swing open and wet footsteps on the bare floor of the bathroom.
I stood up and turned around, coming face to face with Mindys naked body. She stood in the doorway to the bathroom with her right shoulder on the doorframe, her right arm in the air, and her left arm on her hip; similar to her pose when I first arrived. But now she was naked, and I saw every detail of her body with my eyes. Not that I hadnt seen her naked before, quick images viewed from the distance late at night, but this time it was intentional. Mindy was showing herself breasts, genitals, and all to me without a stitch of clothing and she wanted me to see.
"I know you were watching me, Paul," Mindy said matter-of-factly.
I tried to avert my eyes to hide my embarrassment.
"You dont have to be embarrassed," Mindy said. "I left the door open so you could see me. I wanted you to watch me."
"Mindy, what are . . ." I began to say before I was cut off.
"I know youve seen me naked before, Paul," Mindy stated. "Youve seen me making love to my husband."
"How did . . ."
"Who do you think left the blinds open for you, Paul?" Mindy asked. "I wanted you to watch. It excited me knowing I was being watched. Made it feel . . . dangerous."
She strutted over to me, dripping water on the floor as she came, and placed her arms around my neck.
"But now you can do more that watch, Paul," Mindy said. "You can have me." There was a pause.
"Are you saying what I think you are, Mindy?"
"Take me, Paul," Mindy said. "I havent felt like a woman for a long time until just now, knowing you were watching me. Take me now, Paul."
Mindy removed one hand from around my neck and shoulders and slid it down my chest and to the waistband of my pants. She placed it palm open on my crotch and felt my erect penis concealed within.
"See," Mindy said. "I know you want me too."
"I I dont think we should," I stammered.
"Why not?" Mindy asked. "You arent a virgin are you?"
"No," I answered, shaking my head. "Im not a virgin."
"But theyve all been your age, Paul," Mindy said. "I guarantee they dont know what I know, and they cant do what I can do."
She untucked my shirt and pushed it up, placing her palms against my bare chest.
"Youre such a strong man, Paul," Mindy said. "Youre not a boy anymore, youre a man now. Ive fantasized about you many times. And I know youve fantasized about me." She pulled my shirt off and I was helpless to stop her, although Im not sure if I was unable to stop her of just unwilling to.
"If you dont want to, Paul, thats perfectly alright," Mindy said with a wry, suggestive smile. I knew she didnt mean it. As she said it, she pulled herself tight against me, pressing her naked chest against mine, pushing her hips into me. She had no intention of letting me leave.
I was at a loss for words. The woman I had fantasized about and watched countless times was now offering herself to me, and I didnt have to do anything to bring this situation about. And this wasnt a vague, abstract offer that could be for something else. No. She was naked and had her arms around me. If I consented, we would start right then. No arranging times to meet in secret. If I said "yes", we would be making love presently.
Even with all the reasons I could have, should have, said no, my raging hormones got the better of me. I smiled and said, "You dont know how often Ive fantasized about this moment, Mindy. About how often Ive watched you and wanted to be there with you. To make love to you." We were so close, and the moment so intense, I had lowered my voice to no more than a whisper.
She kissed me without another word, parting her lips slightly to let our tongues entangle. Mindy pulled me towards the bed and she sat down on the edge. As I watched, this thirty-five-year-old goddess unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, letting them fall to the floor as she reached beneath my briefs to grasp my manhood. Her touch was more delicate than mine,and much more sensuous. Her fingers were all I felt as she dragged her finger tips up and down the length of my shaft and slid her thumb over the tip of my penis, rubbing away the beads of precum that had emerged.
Slowly, her fingers encircled my penis and her hands started moving up and down. She touched the tip just the way that I liked it, like she could read my mind. With her other hand, she formed a cradle for my testicles. Her face was just inches away from my manhood, and I felt her breath on my skin. Her face was just as I imagined it: eyes wide in anticipation, cheeks flushed, and red lips parted in a seductive smile. I longed for the warmth of her lips to surround my penis, to take the length of it into her body.
She stroked her hands faster and faster and then suddenly released. She opened her mouth wide and for an instant appeared as if she was about to swallow my penis. She took the whole length of my manhood into her mouth, I could fell the tip pressing against the roof of her mouth. She sucked on it and circled her tongue around the tip, lapping up the drops beginning to emerge.
The involuntary muscle contractions signaled an orgasm was fast approaching, and Mindy pulled her head back.
"I want you to finish it yourself," Mindy said. "Let yourself cum on me."
Without thinking, I reached down and grabbed hold of my member with one hand and stroked it like I had done many times before by myself. But this time Mindy was there before me, her face and body waiting in eager anticipation for what was about to happen.
Suddenly, I came, and the thick beads of white, hot semen spurted from the tip of my penis and fell onto Mindys face and into her mouth. She moved her face in circles as I came so the ejaculate covered it. It got into her hair, into her mouth, and dripped down onto her chest. I let out a satisfied grunt when I was finished.
Mindy leaned back and rubbed her semen-covered face and chest with her hands, spreading it out across her wet body. Her body seemed to shine as the juices reflected the light of the room. Then Mindy just stared at my red, pulsing manhood in front of her eyes.
I wanted to say something clever and attractive, something to keep the mood. The only thing I could think of was, "Youre a dirty girl Mindy."
"Oh yea," Mindy said with the tone of a child. "How dirty?"
"Very dirty," I answered with a smirk.
She grabbed hold of my arms and fell back on the bed, pulling me on top of her. We kissed, and I tasted the salty cum in her mouth, tasted my own fluids on Mindys lips.
"But now youre dirty too," Mindy said. "Whatever shall we do about this."
"I guess well have to clean up," I said.
Mindy took my hand and led me over to the bathroom. Inside, between the shower stall and a linen closet, was a large bathtub with a jacuzzi, surrounded by the regular inventory of bottles and jars that women tend to keep around their baths. Mindy turned the water on and sat on the edge of the tub as steam bellowed up behind her. I removed my briefs and walked over to her, spreading her legs and kneeling on the floor between them.
"It looks like we have a couple minutes to kill," I said.
"Well have to find something," Mindy smiled.
I kissed her lips again, tasting the salty cum that remained, and then bent down and sealed my lips around one of her firm nipples. Mindy gasped and I placed an arm behind her back to keep her pulled tight to me.
After a few moments, I kissed a small trail down her tight abdomen and approached the curls of her neatly trimmed patch of public hair. She spread her legs wider in anticipation as my tongue approached the moist lips that concealed the holy of holies on a womans body, her clitoris.
My tongue teased and probed as I pulled her skin back with my fingers and gently licked and traced circles around her clitoris. She pushed her hips forward and buried my face deeper into her womanhood as I penetrated the opening of her vagina with a finger, searching for her g-spot.
The gasp of "Oh my God, Paul," told me I found what I was looking for. While my tongue played with and stimulated her clitoris, my fingers stroked her g-spot sending shivers through her body. Her body, already prepped by a previous orgasm, was quick to have a second, followed closely by a third and fourth before she released her hold on my head and let me lean back.
"Youre good at that, Paul," Mindy said, struggling to catch her breath.
"Ive had some practice," I answered.
By this time the bath was full and the water had shut off automatically. Mindy swung her legs over the side and lowered herself into the very warm water. I was quick to join her, sliding in behind her so she could sit between my legs.
"Ill turn the jets on," Mindy said, pressing a button on a console beside the tub. A fury of bubbles erupted in the tub as the jacuzzi jets activated and stirred the water.
"It feels so good," I said, referring both to the bath and to Mindys warm body pressed against me.
I wrapped my arms around her and fondled her breasts with one hand and used the other to stimulate her with my fingers, I was able to fit four fingers inside of her from the position we were in. Mindy leaned her head back against my shoulder and I kissed her neck.
"Am I everything you fantasized about?" She asked, staring deep into my eyes.
"You are," I answered, staring back at her. "You are everything an more."
Mindys body shuttered with another orgasm, but her gaze didnt flinch once. She started rocking her hips back and forth and pressing her buttocks tightly against my erect manhood.
"I want to feel you inside me, Paul," Mindy said. "I want to feel that big, hot, hunk of manhood between your legs shove into my body and make me feel like a woman."
"Let you feel me thrusting deeper and deeper," I added, watching Mindys eyes beam in excitement. "But do we have a condom?"
"You dont have to cum inside of me," Mindy said. Theres other things we can do. I just want to feel you in me."
"Okay," I said, pulling my fingers out of Mindys body.
She sat up and turned around to face me, kneeling on my lap. I had to sit up and move forward or she wouldnt have fit her legs behind me, but it was a very large tub and we had plenty of room.
Slowly, she moved her hips forward and pressed her warm lips around my manhood. She rocked back and forth a few times to let it press against her clitoris before finally moving towards me enough to press the tip against the slit that guarded the entrance to her body.
The penetration was very slow and both of us wanted to savor every inch, every millimeter, that I penetrated her.
"Oh my God, this feels so good!" Mindy said, placing her arms on the sides of the tub. I just closed my eyes and grunted. I was about two inches inside of her.
"Oh yea," Mindy said when we reached four inches.
"You feel so warm around me, Mindy," I said into her ear as she leaned forward. "Ive dreamt of this for a very long time."
Mindy gasped as we reached six inches and I placed my hands on the round globes of her derrière, my fingers just a fraction of an inch from her anus.
At eight inches wed reached the limit and I couldnt penetrate her any more not that there was much more left I could have penetrated her with. Mindy and I sat motionless for a second, enjoying the sensation of our two bodies joined together as one.
"This feels so right," Mindy whispered in my ear.
"Youre the only woman Ive ever fantasized about," I said. "Youre the only one Ive ever wanted to fantasize about."
We moved our hips in unison, Mindys hips towards me and away and my hips up and down. With each thrust, I pushed deep into her and could literally see the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. I wondered if she could see the same though mine. It was such a wonderful experience that I never wanted it to end.
"Let me know when youre ready to cum," Mindy said. "I want to feel you cum in my ass. Have you ever done that before?"
I smiled and nodded. "I almost like it better than this way."
Mindy leaned forward and kissed me again before sitting up and enjoying the ride.
The orgasm building inside me was one of the largest Ive ever felt. It actually hurt to hold it back it was so big and I was afraid I would cause damage by fighting to prolong the sex. But I new I couldnt contain it forever.
"Okay," I said. "Im about to cum."
"Okay," Mindy said.
We stopped the rhythmic pulsing of our hips and the pending orgasm seemed to subside, but not by much. Slowly, she raised her hips and I came out of her; we savored going out about as much as going in. Mindy then moved her hips farther up my body and, propping herself up on her legs and one hand, grabbed hold of my penis and directed it towards her anus. She knew where to put it better than I.
She pressed the tip tightly against the ring of muscles surrounding her anus and lowered her hips slightly, her body opening around me as she slowly came down. Her anus wasnt as soft as her vagina, it didnt produce the same natural lubrication, but it felt tighter, especially with the few involuntary muscle contractions Mindy had immediately after I entered her.
We then resumed thrusting our hips as before and my manhood pressed deeper and deeper into her anus. Mindy reached down between her legs and pressed finger between her lips to rub her clitoris.
"I want to cum when you do," Mindy said. "Wait for me."
"Ill hold it as long as possible," I said between heavy breaths.
The last few thrusts are the most pleasurable, that moment before orgasm thats full of both pleasure and anticipation stronger than any Ive ever experienced.
"Oh God, Im cumming, Im cumming!" Mindy said in a voice almost loud enough to be a scream. She did scream as I orgasmed and filled her anus with what semen that remained after my earlier ejaculation. Mindy came a few seconds later and ejaculate herself, the first time Id ever seen female ejaculation. The water between her legs became cloudy as the ejaculate emerged from her body.
It was a fantastic experience, being with Mindy like that. At the time I didnt think that anything could top it. As the sensations of the orgasm subsided, Mindy and I just sat motionless in the tub and stared into each others eyes as we tried to catch our breaths. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, although Im not sure if it was from the hot water or the exertion. Probably a combination of both.
We remained like that for minutes, aware of only the two of us. Nothing else in the entire universe seemed to matter. Slowly, Mindy raised her body again and we separated into two individuals, breaking the physical link that had united us into one body.
"That was amazing," Mindy said as she turned around and sat back between my legs.
By this time, my manhood, which had fulfilled its purpose twice in a short time, had become flaccid again. Not even the pressure of Mindys buttocks against it brought enough blood down to make it erect. I wrapped my arms around her and we both closed our eyes, falling asleep for a brief nap.
Half an hour later, I woke up. Mindy woke up shortly after when I moved my legs.
"I should get going," I said.
"I know," Mindy said with a depressed sigh. "But we definitely have to do this again."
"I agree," I replied. "We were great together."
Mindy stood up and got out of the tub, I followed her. I picked her up and set her on the counter, wrapping a towel around her and beginning to try her body.
Twenty minutes later, I was dressed and Mindy led me back down to the front door.
"Dont forget the package," she said distantly as she stared at me.
"It would be too bad if I did," I answered. "I would have to come back over and get it again."
"You still need to come over and fix the shelves sometime," Mindy said, remembering what was upstairs.
I smiled and said, "why dont I come over tomorrow afternoon, say around two."
"Make it one," Mindy said. "I dont want to wait any longer than I have to."
We kissed, said goodbye, and I stepped outside. Mindy closed and latched the door behind me. As I walked back towards my house, I couldnt help but recall the pleasures and excitement her and I had just shared. And with each recollection, I looked forward to our next encounter even more.
Mindy and I were outstanding together.
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