As Blake woke to the unwelcome sound of his alarm, he felt the cool of air-conditioning blowing across his bare Ass, exposed amid the swirl of sheets strewn over the rest of him. Sleeping naked was not a typical practice, but last night was different.

Blake’s family had departed for the week to visit family, while job commitments mandated he remain behind. So last night he indulged himself with strong whiskey, delicious, kinky Porn, an hour of edging and self gratification. Then he drifted off to sleep without bothering to cleanup his mess. He’d wash the sheets later today. Working from his home office afforded him that luxury.

Still nude, Blake strolled into the kitchen to brew some coffee. As he passed through his living room, He looked out the window at the house next door, lights on and curtains open in every room, as all the time. He didn’t bother to cover himself up.

When Blake and his family bought their house, they didn’t care that it would be built right next door to the builder’s model home. They were just happy to get the home that they wanted in the midst of escalating real estate prices. They’d moved in a year after that and barely noticed having what was essentially a nicely appointed real estate office next door. Excess traffic and street parking were never an problem, plus it was very well-kept for obvious reasons. Perhaps the 24×7 lighting situation was the only real nuisance.

Since that time, the original sales person had moved on and a new full time agent had settled in as their Monday through Saturday neighbor of sorts. Blake and his Wife had even made a point a few months ago to say hello and introduce themselves to Katie, the new agent. While she didn’t actually live there, their thinking was that it’s all the time good to know who’s next door.

Katie was around Blake’s age, late thirties, a well groomed professional with medium length, brown, wavy hair. Average height and create, casually dressed most times that Blake saw her out front. He wondered her attractive if not a little understated; polite but somewhat distant. Nonetheless, she was good for a waive and a hello whenever outside. In the half year since moving in, they’d not set foot inside the model since their purchase and building project had concluded.

After dressing into jeans and a pullover shirt, Blake’s workday was much like any other Thursday: video calls throughout the day, email upon email, a break for lunch early afternoon and a final call to end his day around four. He took time for a run on his treadmill after that.

Blake was in fantastic shape for a thirty-something, working father of two teenagers. He was tall, sandy brown hair with a hint of salt forming on his sideburns. He was naturally muscular, with remnants of a six-pack remaining, and just barely managed to fit in the clothes he had right out of school.

Stationed in the extra bedroom, the treadmill sat next to the window that faced the office space in Katie’s model home next door. While it was difficult to see through both of the windows in the daytime, he all the time imagined that Katie, or whomever, could see through sufficiently to watch him running. So today, like some others, he gave in to his ego and ran shirtless, sweat pouring off of him.

A little later he headed out the garage door for the short drive to the shopping center to replenish his bourbon supply as well as pick up something to cook for dinner. While a lustful man at heart, he was also patient and would save for later any thoughts about how to spend another evening on his own.

As he approached his car he noticed half a dozen vehicles parked out front next door, much more than typical. He saw Katie lifting a box out of her own car. “You having a party over there or what?” He shouted.

“Hosting a happy hour and open house for some of the local realtors tonight!” Was her reply. “There will be lots more cars around so I apologize for the nuisance!”

“No problem. I’m just disappointed I wasn’t invited.” Blake joked in response.

“Then go get your real estate license!” Katie hollered back.

Blake laughed as he shut the car door and waived to her as he drove past.

Returning from the store he found twice the previous number of cars parked at his end of the block. Thankfully no-one had been inconsiderate enough to block his driveway so he pulled in, headed into the house and closed the garage door.

His earlier, albeit brief conversation with Kati drifted through his mind as he organized his ingredients for the cajun chicken dish he planned. He recalled that she had looked more alluring than typical, her silk blouse slightly tighter on her breasts, perhaps more attention paid to her hair. Either way, he also imagined her an adventurous lover; a restrained exterior concealing a boundless appetite for the erotic. The fantasy stirred a welcome reaction inside him, and his hand found the growing bulge in his jeans, massaging himself, indulging the idea for a moment before getting back to his meal. “More of that later.” he wondered to himself.

Later, as the sun was setting, Blake was halfway into his first whiskey of the night and Sade was playing sensuously through his kitchen from his portable speaker. He was heating a skillet for his one-man dinner when the lights throughout the house flickered twice, then everything went dark.

His first reaction was not to react, and remain motionless. There was a sliver of twilight soaking in from outdoors, so after a moment for his eyes to adjust, he could safely navigate around the kitchen. Next, he located a flashlight in a kitchen drawer and turned off the electric stove burner, just in case he was elsewhere whenever the power returned.

After that he did what everyone does when the power goes out, he walked out front to see if the lights were off at his neighbor’s homes. Not surprisingly, most of the other homeowners were outside as well, confirming that the power situation was bigger than just Blake’s issue. This included the twenty or so guests attending Katie’s open house. They appeared as a mob-like silhouette on the patio and sidewalk, talking and chattering to one another. Blake made small talk with the neighbor across the street but couldn’t make out where, or even if, Katie was in the midst of the next door crowd.

After fifteen minutes of darkening conditions, and still no electricity, some of Katie’s guests headed to their vehicles to leave. Blake went back inside.

Without much to really do he used his mobile phone to call his Wife. He told her the story of what was happening and asked whether she had any candles around the house that he might use to preserve his flashlight batteries. Twenty minutes later he’d located a more than ample supply, had the main part of the house softly lit, and was standing around, again wondering what to do next.

Walking back out front, he observed that the crowd next door had nearly dissipated. Blake could make out Katie on the sidewalk talking to what appeared to be her final guest saying goodbye. He walked over as Katie was left standing alone on the sidewalk.

“So much for your open house, huh?”

“Yeah, Sucks for timing. But that’s not the worst of it. I called my boss who says I have to stay here in case any other invitees stop by. He doesn’t want them to see a closed up model, especially if the power comes back on after I’ve left.”

“Makes sense, but that still kinda sucks.” Blake shook his head.

“So I’m stuck here in the pitch black for two more hours.” a disgusted tone in her voice. “I have this old flashlight but it must have dead batteries.” She held it up, clicking the switch back and forth.

“Hey, I’ve got a stockpile of candles. Why don’t I bring some over?” his tone less neighborly and perhaps more flirty.

“Oh, that would be awesome! Thank you! I’m not about to sit in there by myself in the dark.”

A few minutes later Blake was back, finding Katie still on the front porch alone in the dark. He motioned for her to open the door, “Come on, Let’s go light this place up.”

Using Blake’s flashlight they made their way to the main living area toward the back of the house and positioned candles in numerous places in the living, dining and kitchen areas. He noticed a broad arrangement of liquor and food on the kitchen counter and remembered his uncooked dinner at home. “Looks like you had quite a spread here. Too bad that’s all for nothing.”

“Have some if you want.” Katie offered.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Blake served himself a plate full of lasagna and checked again with Katie before pouring a glass of red wine to go with it. “Ok if I pour some wine too? You can’t let that go to waste!” he joked.

“Go for it! While you’re at it, refill mine too!”

They made small talk in the semi darkness over the next forty-five minutes, talking about the crazy real estate market and the neighborhood, refilling their glasses multiple times in that span. Katie sat on the chair as Blake took the couch to use the coffee table for his plate. Her restrained personality had loosened up noticeably, and she asked where Blake’s family was, since they had not appeared out front. Responding to his explanation of their whereabouts, Katie probed further, “So you’re something of a bachelor on your own this week, huh?”

Blake liked the tone of her question. In the warm candle glow surrounding them, it was tough to see her expression, but she was definitely staring straight at him. He also noticed that at some point during their conversation, her silk blouse had become unbuttoned a little more, and he strained discretely yet unsuccessfully to get a look at her cleavage.

“I am alone indeed.” his answer trailing off as he chugged the last of his wine.

“Let me fill that for you.” Katie said, taking his glass and making her way to the kitchen. She was a little less steady on her feet, Blake noticed.

Returning to the living room, Katie sat this time right next to him, nestling her hip against his. Handing over his glass, she held hers up to offer a toast. “Cheers! To electricity!” They toasted and both laughed and drank.

Katie then put her glass on the table and turned to Blake, her hand on his leg. Her words slightly slurred, she gave a serious expression and asked, “Can I see your cock!”

Blake had secretly been hoping this was where the evening was headed but was not expecting THAT right out of the starting blocks. He hesitated, just long enough for Katie to move her hand and touch his crotch. “Please… I want to see it.” Her eyes shifted from his face downward.

Recovering his wits quickly, Blake responded with his own demand, “Well, this has to be a two-way street, Katie. If I show you mine, you’ll have to show me yours.”

“But I don’t have a cock! Hahaha!” drunken laughter spilling out of her.

“I’m serious. What’s fair is fair.” he insisted.

Katie managed to stop laughing enough to answer, “Ok, but you have to go first.”

Blake nodded as he set down his glass. He then unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper and pulled them down to mid thigh. Katie was focused on the enticing bulge in his underwear as he pulled down the elastic waistband, and up sprang his dutiful soldier.

Katie let out a “WHOA!” in surprise as his eight inch rod stood at attention before her. Blake was hard already, his shaft was thick and vein covered, his even broader head an oversized crown on top.

She instinctively wrapped a hand around his penis, his girth so great that her fingers reached only two-thirds around. She squeezed tightly, released, squeezed again, studying the effect, how his cock swelled and the veins bulged even more. Blake couldn’t help himself, and put his lips on hers, a deliberate, yet soft kiss, his tongue lightly licking her lips, Katie’s mouth opening to invite him in. He breathed in the strong aroma of red wine before she dropped her head toward his lap.

Her mouth open, she circled the end of his cock with her tongue, swirling it around his head. Blake gave her an encouraging “Yesss..”, as her mouth closed around him, her hand still gripping the shaft tightly. She lowered her head downward, taking in his length, her hand releasing, as she pressed down further and his erection touched her throat. Then opening her mouth and going deeper until the entirety of his magnificent cock was consumed. She gave out a low grunt as she denied her gag reflex and held his manhood inside her. Then she gasped in a big breath as she raised her head in triumph, staring at Blake’s face to see his reaction.

Blake took in his own deep breath. “Wow! That was something Katie! I haven’t experienced that in a long time!”

Katie’s response left him speechless. “I’ll bet. With a dick like that, you need a slutty mouth like mine to go down on it.”

With that, Katie stood and began to unbutton her dress slacks. “My turn now.” she giggled, struggling to not to trip as she moved in front of Blake. She turned and faced away, giving Blake a view of her Ass as she dropped her panties and slacks in one motion. In the dim light, Blake took in the sight of her Pussy, the dark hair calling to him from between her pale cheeks.

As she worked to lift her feet out of her pant legs she teetered too much from the wine and began to tumble forward onto the coffee table. Blake reacted quickly by grabbing her around the waist with both arms and pulled her onto his lap as he fell back into the couch.

Katie slid and spun to one side and finally landed, on her back on the couch with her legs draped across Blake’s, her pants still tangled around her ankles and Blake’s erection upright next to her thighs. Her dark triangle an inviting site within his reach.

A silly grin, accompanied by, “That was fun!” was Katie’s intoxicated reaction.

Blake felt the wine gonna his head as well, but was alert enough to know what he wanted next, as he efficiently removed Katie’s shoes and extracted her feet from her pants. She responded by slightly parting her legs to show Blake her prize and fumbling open the remaining buttons on her blouse. Blake’s hand was caressing the inside of Katie’s thigh as she opened her blouse then unclasped her front hook bra to reveal her perfectly firm C cup breasts. Her nipples pointing skyward, her fingers finding them and caressing each with pleasure.

Now fully exposed in his lap, Blake moved his hand to her Pussy, gliding his fingers along her pubic hair She was natural, untrimmed, which aroused him in some primal way he’d not experienced before. His fingers found her slit, sliding up and down and gradually parting her lips and penetrating her with one, then two fingers.

Sliding them in and out, her wetness beginning to lubricate his fingers as he slowly finger fucked her. Katie closed her eyes and lifted her knees, gripped and spread them with her hands, and offered her eager Pussy to Blake. Then both of his hands were upon her, fingers penetrating her Pussy, the other hand teasing her clit. He leaned over and drooled some saliva near the top of her labia to moisten her little button as it peered out from between her folds.

Katie was moaning softly, her eyes closed, her breath heavy. Taking in the sight and sound of her passion, Blake’s cock was straining skyward like a flagpole, pre cum oozing out and forming a wet line down his shaft.

Thinking the time was right, Blake stopped his magic and suggested that they move to a bedroom, since after all, there were several to choose from. Katie didn’t verbally answer but complied by making a ragged effort to stand, with a little help from Blake, as he pulled his own pants up sufficiently enough to walk.

Blake carried a candle with one hand, held Katie’s hand in the other and led her to the master bedroom.

Once inside the bedroom door, Katie lurched ahead of him. Then she flopped on the bed, rolled onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows. Blake wondered he noticed candlelight reflecting back at him from the moisture between her legs. Katie beckoned, “You’re going to fuck me with that huge cock, aren’t you?”

“I’ll give it all to you.” was his immediate response as he set the candle on the dresser. “But first I’ve got to pee. Don’t go anywhere.”

Inside the connected bathroom, Blake shed all of his clothes and went through the biophysical challenge of urinating while erect…in the dark. It took a moment, but Katie was quiet from the other room, which helped him concentrate on the task.

As he re-entered the bedroom, Katie lay motionless on her back, passed out and snoring. He admired the mound of her pubis, her belly rising and falling with each breath, and mentally concluded that their fun was now over just as quickly as it had started.

He sat next to her, touched her shoulder and loudly spoke her name to confirm that she was only passed out and therefore still ok. She moaned an acknowledgment and mumbled something unintelligible, then returned to her snoring slumber.

Blake was not about to leave her there passed out and alone in the model home, but there was no way he was getting her up and off to anywhere else, and certainly not into his own house. He concluded he’d let her sleep it off right there, and pulled the bedspread over to cover her up. A pillow slipped under her head and he was satisfied she was in as good a shape as their situation allowed. He chuckled at himself, realizing that he was still naked, his manhood relaxing and falling, as if pouting in disappointment.

He gathered his clothes, left the candle in the bedroom and returned to the living room and dressed himself. Back on the couch, he had another drink of wine and considered what to do next.

He had no idea how he could leave and lock the doors, or even whether anyone else from her business was expected, maybe to cleanup after the open house or something. He decided that for Katie’s safety, the only course of action was to remain there till she woke up. He checked his phone for any messages and fell asleep sometime after nine o’clock, visions of Katie’s naked body and cock hungry mouth vivid in his mind.

At some point he was startled awake to discover Katie’s hand on his chest as she knelt next to the couch. It was still dark. The light was a bit dimmer than earlier, as some candles had certainly burned out at some point. But he could see well enough to confirm that she hadn’t bothered to dress. “Sorry I passed out Blake. I guess I made a fool of myself, huh?”

“Uh…No, you were fine. And maybe even kinda cute, snoring like you were.” He looked at her breasts, small shadows cast to the sides of her nipples in the candle light.

“Well….I’m awake now.. and, uh…well,…can I still have your cock?… Will you still fuck me?”

Blake smiled as her hand started to massage him through his pants. She leaned in and his mouth found her nipples; sucking, licking, biting her as she pressed them harder against his face.

Katie stopped and said, “Let’s go back in there to the bed… and do it right this time.” as she stood and he rose next to her. “And let’s get the rest of these candles. I want to see you AND your gorgeous penis!”

They gathered up the candles that were still burning on a couple of plates and made their way to the bedroom. Once again, Katie hopped on the bed, turned onto her back and propped herself up this time on the pillows. “Let me see it now, baby. Show me.”

Blake stood by the bed and tried to be graceful as he removed his shirt and pants. Katie gawked at the bulge in his underwear, cheering, “YES!” as he lowered the elastic waistband and his erection sprung outward in her direction. Finally, Blake lay down next to her as Katie’s lips engulfed his manhood.

Blake watched intently as she again slowly lowered down onto his cock, pushing him deep into her throat, resisting the impulse to gag and recoil. The deep grunting noises coming from her throat aroused him, and he lifted his hips to push into her mouth even harder. “God I Love this!” she gasped, and drove her face back down. Saliva was drooling from her lips, her mouth consuming him again and again.