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NSFW: yes

I wasn’t really looking to begin anything. Sure, there had at all times been a little flirtation in our interactions, but I never wondered my neighbor would do what she did.

We were talking over the fence after I finished mowing. She was wearing cutoffs and her one-piece suit underneath, just back from the pool. The suit was a sporty one-piece with one shoulder strapped and the other bare, and she was busting out of it. A few cellulite dimples peeked out under her shorts in back, but I was still stealing glances, trying to stay soft while we talked about the upcoming fireworks that would happen across the street for the 4th of July later in the week.

I said I needed to shower, said goodbye and headed to the back door. Both of our spouses were gone for the day, kids away at camp. Our gates opened into a shared alley, and everything was surrounded by tall bushes, meaning there was a private way to access our yards and backdoors unnoticed by prying neighbors. But I wasn’t thinking of any of that when I went up to shower. I was just figuring I’d soap up and jerk off and put her out of my mind until the next time I saw her in cutoffs or a miniskirt or coming back from the pool.

I was already hard when I got to the top of the stairs. I stripped in the hallway within sight of a few open windows for a little extra charge and dropped my sweaty clothes in the laundry basket in the hall. I headed into the glass-walled shower, got the water hot, soaped up and washed my hair, holding off on the jerk to make the moment last a little longer. After I rinsed my hair I opened my eyes to discover her standing there, staring at me from the other side of the glass. She had unbuttoned and unzipped her jean shorts so they were open in front but still on, and her hand was palm down on her crotch, outside her suit but inside the denim. I was so surprised I let out a little yelp. I felt myself instantly get even harder, not sure if the extra surge of blood to my cock was visible to her. She smiled at me but didn’t say anything. Her hand was rubbing in slow, soft circles on the suit fabric over her clit, and then she used her other hand to let her hair down and to pull off the shoulder strap on her suit. Her tits were bared in front of me and her hand was rubbing harder and her eyes were just half-mast but looking right at me. I grabbed the soap, foamed up my dick and balls, and started stroking the head of my penis with my right thumb.

She pushed her shorts to the floor and pulled the crotch of her suit apart to reveal her pussy to me. She had a nice patch of unkempt pubes, not the porn-ready shaved snatch you see all over the internet. I liked it. She kept staring at me as she slipped two fingers inside and started to rub her nipples with the other hand. At this point she pulled her fingers out, stepped out of her shorts, re-covered her pussy with the suit and pulled it back up over her chest. Then she stepped into the shower with me and grabbed my cock roughly with one hand and balls gently with the other.

“I want you to take it off me,” she whispered in my ear as she closed the shower door behind her and the water soaked her suit.

We started kissing and her tongue probed deeply in time with her strokes on my dick. I started to rub her nipples through her now soaked suit and felt them harden underneath my thumbs. I pulled the suit down on the nonstrap side so her tit was sticking out, and I gently clamped her nipple in my teeth. I made circles with my tongue as my hand found her crotch, which was warm and moist with her own juices and the water from the shower.

I stayed outside the suit to begin, teasing her and running my fingers along the edge of her suit bottom, flitting underneath the fabric to tickle her pussy lips every few seconds. She was grinding against my hand and starting to moan, and she led my other hand to the strap of her suit. I pulled it down to reveal both tits and then reached for the soap. I lathered her up and started focusing with both hands on her soapy nipples, making slow, firm circles around her areolas while we continued to explore each other’s tongues. After a minute or two she pushed my hands away and slithered down my front and onto her knees. She looked up at me as she took me in her mouth, making swirls on the tip with her tongue. The view from above was extraordinary, my dick disappearing and reappearing as she blew me and her soaking tits bounced with the effort. She had me close to coming when I put my hands under her armpits and pulled her back up to face me. I wanted to come inside her pussy not her mouth.

I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around. I pulled her suit bottom to the side just enough to put my dick between the fabric and her ass. I started rubbing a little to get myself even closer to coming and slipped my right hand under her suit from the front to rub her clit and my left hand under her suit from the back so I could put two fingers deep inside her. I had to pull my dick out of the suit so I didn’t come. I stopped working on her pussy just long enough to pull the suit all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of it as I grabbed the soap to lather up my hands and her ass and pussy. My fingers slid inside her so easily and swirled on her clit so smoothly it was like she’d been prepared with some sort of magic lube. After a minute or two I felt her come and her hot juices ran over my hands, mixing with the water from the shower. At that point she turned back around and put her leg up on the bench at the back of the shower. 

“Fuck me hard,” she whispered. She grabbed my dick to pull me closer and then eased it inside her. I was ready to come almost instantly.

“I’m going to, I’m going to,” I said.

“It’s OK, I want to feel it right now,” she answered.

I started thrusting with abandon and kept on thrusting as I came, no more than 10 round trips before shooting a gravity-defying load deep into her. She smiled and kissed me hard and then eased herself off me. She grabbed the soap and asked me to turn around so she could clean up. I snuck a peek and saw her washing my cum out of pussy and off her pubes. She bent over to pick up her suit and her ass rubbed against mine, turning me on again almost enough for me to try for another round. She squeezed the water out of the suit, stepped out of the shower and dried off with my towel and then stepped back into the suit and her jean shorts. She buttoned and zipped the shorts and looked at me through the glass. Her hair was still mostly dry and she didn’t look that much different from when she came in, just a little flushed in the face and, if you looked closely, a little damp as her suit was starting to make the shorts wet from the inside. Then she walked through the door without a word. 

I finished cleaning up, squeezing the final dribbles of cum out of myself and watching them go down the drain. Then I got out, dried off and got dressed, looking forward to the next time I got to mow the yard.

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