1. Neighbours


    Date: 12/28/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: eroticstoryteller69, Source: LushStories

    The older I get, the more I think back on my life. At 55, I wonder about how I would do things again if I had the chance. I certainly would tried to have experienced more beautiful pussies for sure. I have not lost the urge to admire women discreetly but, having being married for almost thirty years, I never actually pursue them. That changed when new neighbours moved in next to us a couple of years ago. Erica and Bob are in their late thirties and have a couple of young kids. They are a wonderful couple and we spend a lot of time chatting over the fence or having drinks on the patio over the summer months. Erica has an amazing body, kept in shape by regular runs, trips to the gym and other forms of exercise. She has a very trim figure, long shapely legs and her breasts always seem to look firm and natural. Her ass is so tight and she likes to wear yoga pants that show it off to full effect. She has mousey brown hair that is straight and hangs below her shoulders but she wears it in a pony tail when she goes running. Each time we meet, I find myself admiring her; taking in her hazel coloured eyes, her lips that pout ever so slightly, the way she laughs and smiles. I find myself imagining what her body is like under her clothes, what it would be like to lay on top of her and fuck her as she gives herself to me. I found myself thinking of her more and more. I would steal peeks at her when she was in the back yard with the kids. Often she would be in a pair of shorts and a ...
    tee-shirt. She was so vibrant, so alive and I wanted to have her so badly. One sunny morning, I had been for a medical appointment and had returned home only to find I did not have my door key in my bag. I cursed as I remember lending it to our daughter and she obviously had not returned it to me. As I am not working due to health reasons, my wife takes the car to work and I take a cab for appointments. This meant that even if she could break free from work, it would be almost an hour before she could get home. I realised that Erica and Bob looked after a spare key for us just in case this ever happened but I had never had to use it. I knew that Erica had Fridays off so there was a chance she might be home so I knocked on the door. After a minute or so, Erica answered the door. She had on yoga pants, a tank top and a base-ball cap with her hair pulled through the back and tied in a pony tail. Her face gleamed with a light layer of moisture. "Hi," she panted, "I have just got in from a run and was about to take a shower," she explained after I had told her about locking myself out. "Would you like a glass of cold lemonade?" she asked me. I accepted her offer and watched as she moved around the kitchen, getting glasses and opening the fridge. I don't know if it was my imagination, but she seemed to take a moment or two longer getting the lemonade out of the fridge than it should have done. The thought occurred to me because I was treated to an extra long look at her delicious ass as ...
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