The Neighbor's Son IIIa | 2016

My time with Eric was short lived. He was home only for a short while before his summer internship started in New York. During the week he was home, we had sex every single night and for the first time in a very long time, I felt alive, desired and content. I had divorced when my son was very young, and up until now, my life consisted of going to work and raising my son. I didn’t have time to date much and those dates never amounted to much. Having a bratty kid is one of the quickest ways of chasing a man away. However, knowing someone like him found me desirable made me consider dating again.

I started dating another divorced man who was a few years older than me. While the sex was nothing compared to what I had with Eric, it was nice to have adult companionship again, and for the most part Marc, my new boyfriend, satisfied me enough in bed where I thought that the fling with Eric would be a short chapter in my life. However, mid August during work I got a text message from him, “I need you.” I felt a lump in my throat and realized that I was not over him. I spent the rest of the day distracted at work trying to figure out just what I was supposed to do. I couldn’t decide between blowing off Eric or blowing off Marc.

I worked as a paralegal/personal assistant at a small law firm and because my boss wanted me to tidy up his desk and lock the place up before I left, I normally worked a bit later than everyone else. I spent the day distracted and was shocked out of my hazy mental state by a knock on the front door after everyone had gone home. When I opened it, I saw Eric standing there. Without a word, he strode up to me and kissed me. One of his hands grabbed a fistful of my hair so he could pull my head back and start kissing my neck. His other hand slipped under my skirt and slide under the fabric of my panties so I could feel his warm hands against my ass.

He pushed me towards the nearest desk as his hands moved to unbutton my blouse. I pushed at him say, “Eric we can’t do this anymore, I’m in a relationship. I have a date in a little while.” However, even as I pushed against him, I realized that my hands were tugging at the bottom of his shirt. My hands feel his taut torso, a start contrast to Marc’s belly and I feel myself growing more aroused.

In between the kisses that he’s giving me, he breathes out, “Cancel your date.” His hands have already pulled my blouse out of the top of my skirt and I can feel his hands on my belly. He sits me down on the table and hikes my skirt up. Instinctively I spread my legs wanting him to touch me. He pushes the fabric of my panties into my wet cunt. I feel a bit ashamed of cheating on Marc. I had never been that kind of girl in the past. However, the moment his finger goes into me, I realize that I can be that kind of girl. All inhibitions removed, I stick my tongue in his mouth and close my eyes savoring the feeling his fingers are making as he enters my vagina.

It’s torture as he alternates between pinching my clit between his two fingers and just thrusting his fingers deep inside me. With no one around, I let myself go and I scream in frustration, excitement and pleasure. Just as I’m about to build up to an orgasm he switches modes and I feel it subsiding. He does this over and over again driving me crazy.

“Hold on,” I moan as he finger fucks me, “I need to send Marc a message.” However, he doesn’t relent and with the orgasm building inside me I don’t protest. My hips start to fuck back at his hand and I cum hard. I realize that in all the times that I’ve been with Marc, his cock has never made me cum as hard as Eric’s two fingers have. Eric can feel my vagina contract around his finger and he says, “My turn.” He pulls me down onto my knees and I hungrily pull his shorts down and see his cock. It’s gorgeous and I move to lick it. However he looks down at me and says, “Open your mouth.”

His hands wrap around my head and he controls me fully. The only control I have is over my tongue which licks the head of his cock as he uses my mouth as a sex toy. I appreciate the fact that he’s never brutal when face fucking me, but the slow relentless thrusting drives me crazy. I reach down with one hand and realize that my panties are sopping wet. I play with my vagina with one hand as my other hand grabs the back of his ass. I forget about my date and only focus on taking the cock down my throat. True to his words, Eric really did need me. He came very quickly shooting gobs of cum down my throat. He pulls out, and one last unexpected spasm shoots some of his cum over my face, coating my glasses.

Both of us, somewhat satisfied are able to disentangle ourselves. He looks at me and smiles, “Man, we didn’t even get our clothes off.” I smile back at him and send a text to Marc, “Sorry hon, need to work late today. Can I take a raincheck this weekend?”