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20/02/2017
I just heard from a former neighbor, C, that we lost contact with about 9 years ago when she and her husband and kids moved away. I heard that her and husband had split up after the move when he decided he liked a heavier woman over his wife. Hearing from her reminded of an incident that happened before they moved away.
C wasn’t bad looking, slender, about 5’7” with A cup boobs. When they lived across the street, her boys were still too young to go to school. At the time, I had a couple of pet snakes, a Mexican milksnake and an albino cross between a corn and king snake.
One day, C dropped over with her one young son who wanted to see the snakes. The snakes were very docile and easily handled, so I took the hybrid albino out for them to touch and hold. C. was wearing a blue tank top and no bra. As she leaned down to look and touch the snake and help her son, I had a clear view of her entire chest. I stared at her nipples and aureoles. I spent nearly 15 minutes looking down C’s top at her boobs and wondered how she failed to notice my where my eyes had landed.
Two summers later, I took a week off to repaint our livingroom. I had most of the furniture moved out into other rooms, but still had some of the larger furniture arranged in the middle of the room so I could get to the walls. The furniture was all covered with drop cloths.
It was warm and the only thing I was wearing was a pair of cotton shorts with no underwear and no shirt. I was in the middle of painting the ceiling using a small step stool and roller on a handle when the doorbell rang. It was C, without her kids. Two were in school and the other was staying at grandmas and her husband was at work. She was wearing a similar loose fitting tank top and no bra. She popped over to tell me that they were going to be moving out of state.
I asked her if I could be honest and speak as a friend and when she said yes, I advised her that she might want to wear a bra in her new neighborhood so that no one would try to take advantage of her. She asked what I meant and I told her about the day her and son had visited to look at the snakes and mentioned it was a similar top to the one she was wearing.
She leaned forward and asked if this was what I was talking about and from where I was on the step stool, I had a perfect view of both of her boobs which naturally made my member start to get hard and tent out my shorts.
She explained that she felt her boobs were so small that it didn’t make a lot of difference if she wore a bra or not and that since it was cooler and more comfortable, she hoped I didn’t mind and they she lifted her top over her head and tossed it to the side.
C noticed my reaction and boldly said that since I saw her boobs that it was only fair that she see my cock. With that, she reached out and tugged my shorts down to my knees. My cock quickly finished getting hard and was pointing in her face.
She stepped forward and began licking the tip of my cock as it was oozing up a river. Then she took it all the way in her mouth and began to slowly move back and forth. I didn’t want the paint roller to dry and get sticky and mess up the ceiling, so I tried my best to continue to paint as she sucked on my cock.
I told her this wasn’t right and she said it felt right to her. Then she started stroking my cock as I painted the ceiling. It didn’t take long for me to shoot my load and she aimed it all over her chest and A cup boobs. She sucked me empty and then cleaned me off with her tongue before pulling my shorts back up. She wiped my cum off her chest, put her top back on, said goodbye and returned to her house.
It was an amazing and unexpected experience. A week later, they loaded up a moving van and were gone. After a few months, neither her or husband’s email worked and I lost track of her until she contacted me out of the blue. She just wanted to know how we are and if we still lived in the same house. I asked if she was going to be in the area and she said no, but saw my email and reached out. I haven’t heard back since, but I do have a fond memory of that day I was painting.
C wasn’t bad looking, slender, about 5’7” with A cup boobs. When they lived across the street, her boys were still too young to go to school. At the time, I had a couple of pet snakes, a Mexican milksnake and an albino cross between a corn and king snake.
One day, C dropped over with her one young son who wanted to see the snakes. The snakes were very docile and easily handled, so I took the hybrid albino out for them to touch and hold. C. was wearing a blue tank top and no bra. As she leaned down to look and touch the snake and help her son, I had a clear view of her entire chest. I stared at her nipples and aureoles. I spent nearly 15 minutes looking down C’s top at her boobs and wondered how she failed to notice my where my eyes had landed.
Two summers later, I took a week off to repaint our livingroom. I had most of the furniture moved out into other rooms, but still had some of the larger furniture arranged in the middle of the room so I could get to the walls. The furniture was all covered with drop cloths.
It was warm and the only thing I was wearing was a pair of cotton shorts with no underwear and no shirt. I was in the middle of painting the ceiling using a small step stool and roller on a handle when the doorbell rang. It was C, without her kids. Two were in school and the other was staying at grandmas and her husband was at work. She was wearing a similar loose fitting tank top and no bra. She popped over to tell me that they were going to be moving out of state.
I asked her if I could be honest and speak as a friend and when she said yes, I advised her that she might want to wear a bra in her new neighborhood so that no one would try to take advantage of her. She asked what I meant and I told her about the day her and son had visited to look at the snakes and mentioned it was a similar top to the one she was wearing.
She leaned forward and asked if this was what I was talking about and from where I was on the step stool, I had a perfect view of both of her boobs which naturally made my member start to get hard and tent out my shorts.
She explained that she felt her boobs were so small that it didn’t make a lot of difference if she wore a bra or not and that since it was cooler and more comfortable, she hoped I didn’t mind and they she lifted her top over her head and tossed it to the side.
C noticed my reaction and boldly said that since I saw her boobs that it was only fair that she see my cock. With that, she reached out and tugged my shorts down to my knees. My cock quickly finished getting hard and was pointing in her face.
She stepped forward and began licking the tip of my cock as it was oozing up a river. Then she took it all the way in her mouth and began to slowly move back and forth. I didn’t want the paint roller to dry and get sticky and mess up the ceiling, so I tried my best to continue to paint as she sucked on my cock.
I told her this wasn’t right and she said it felt right to her. Then she started stroking my cock as I painted the ceiling. It didn’t take long for me to shoot my load and she aimed it all over her chest and A cup boobs. She sucked me empty and then cleaned me off with her tongue before pulling my shorts back up. She wiped my cum off her chest, put her top back on, said goodbye and returned to her house.
It was an amazing and unexpected experience. A week later, they loaded up a moving van and were gone. After a few months, neither her or husband’s email worked and I lost track of her until she contacted me out of the blue. She just wanted to know how we are and if we still lived in the same house. I asked if she was going to be in the area and she said no, but saw my email and reached out. I haven’t heard back since, but I do have a fond memory of that day I was painting.
Poster:
Lee J
