Cunnilingus Romance

The Good Neighbor

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Ryan

Ryan is a single, 36-year-old contractor who recently parted ways with his fiance of two years. Ryan is still reeling from the split and is struggling to trust women again.

Chelsea

A 39-year-old single mother with a 16-year-old son, Chelsea’s a freelance writer and recent widow. A self-proclaimed badass, Chelsea is extremely athletic and self-sufficient. She enjoys spending time in the sun, working in the yard, and kickboxing.

I loved living in Florida. The palm trees, cool ocean breeze, sunshine, and clear skies. Life was good. I was a single mom living with my 16-year-old son. I had the luxury of working from home and spent long hours on the back lanai listening to the trickle of the pool as slow jazz played in the background.

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Cunnilingus Romance

The Good Neighbor

I loved living in Florida. The palm trees, cool ocean breeze, sunshine, and clear skies. Life was good. I was a single mom living with my 16-year-old son. I had the luxury of working from home and spent long hours on the back lanai listening to the trickle of the pool as slow jazz played in the background.

Norma lived next door. She was an elderly woman, also living alone. We quickly bonded across the small patch of grass that separated our property. She was a sweet woman who baked us delicious treats every weekend. I delivered her groceries and helped keep her yard well-maintained. Her memory wasn’t the best and she walked using a cane. We kept an eye out for each other — as good neighbors should.

It was about a month ago that I started noticing unusual activity at Norma’s house. A black Jeep Wrangler parked in the driveway and music flooding from her open sliding doors. It was loud country music, not quite Norma’s type — or mine.

One afternoon when I was out back working on a particularly dry article on personal finance, I saw him. He was young — in his 30s like me. Slender but muscular. Brown hair and a babyface. I glanced up over my laptop, watching him stand beside the pool. His chest and torso were void of any hair. Strong, defined muscles ran from his obliques down his sides and disappeared into the waistband of his swimsuit. A flood of warmth filled my stomach and crotch. He must’ve felt my stare and glanced in my direction. I ducked behind my laptop, hoping he hadn’t seen me. I heard a small splash as he dove into the pool. My face burned with embarrassment. I saw him on a few separate occasions and was desperate to ask Norma who he was and why he was there.

The following weekend I was cutting Norma’s grass. The sun was beating down on my tan shoulders. My jean shorts squeezed my muscular thighs and cut into my crotch as the riding mower hummed beneath me. My white tank top stuck to my body, collecting pools of sweat from under my breasts. I had my headphones on and was jamming out to Demi Lovato. Suddenly, I heard a strange noise. Someone was calling my name. I stopped the mower and turned off my music.

“Chelsea!” I recognized Norma’s familiar voice instantly. She was standing at the edge of the grass waving her wrinkled finger at me. I lowered my headphones. She was standing with him — the muscular, good-looking man I’d been secretly watching. Despite the warmth of the sun, my nipples perked up beneath my shirt.

I stepped off the riding mower and made my way over to them.

“Chelsea,” Norma said in a shaky voice. “This is my grandson, Ryan.”

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm and extended a hand to meet his.

“Hi, I said, looking down at the ground sheepishly.

Why the hell was I so nervous and bashful?

His hand made contact with mine, sending an electrical current up my arm and into my throat.

“Hi”, he said with a grin.

Norma explained that Ryan was visiting and was planning to move to the area. I smiled and nodded politely, feeling anxious. I desperately wanted to finish the job of mowing Norma’s grass and take a shower but didn’t want to be rude.

“I gotta tell you”, Ryan said looking down at his feet nervously. “I really appreciate everything you do for my grandmother. She’s told me a lot about you.” He looked up at me sheepishly, smirking. “She says amazing things about you.”

My breath caught in my throat and I smiled, slightly embarrassed.

“Well,” I started, feeling my cheeks blush, “She’s a good lady. We take care of each other.”

I nodded and winked at Norma.

“I’d like to thank you,” Ryan continued. “Can I maybe treat you to dinner sometime?”

My defenses suddenly perked up. What was this guy trying to pull, anyway? Ever since my husband died two years ago, I hadn’t let anyone in.

“Yeah,” I said slowly and coldly, “ I don’t know about that.”

“Oh, Chelsea!” Norma said, almost in a scolding tone. “My grandson is a good boy. He’s handsome too! Look at him!”

She squeezed his cheeks affectionately. We both laughed. How could you argue with Norma?

“Maybe just coffee or lunch?” The invitation seemed innocent enough but I still wasn’t convinced.

“We’ll see,” I said noncommittally. “I should really get back to the lawn. Nice to meet you,” I said with a slight wave.

I replaced my headphones and walked back toward the riding mower, feeling Ryan’s gaze on my body.

It was a few nights later when I heard the doorbell ring. I was enjoying a relaxing evening on the lanai. I’d swam earlier and was indulging in a glass of wine and some reality TV while lounging on the daybed. My son was at a sleepover and I had no obligations — it was an unfamiliar feeling.

I wasn’t sure I’d heard the bell at first. I sat up, cocking my head and listening more closely. Then it came again. I scooted off the plush teal cushions and walked barefoot toward the front door. The frosted glass made it difficult to see out. I paused, my hand on the lock.

“Who’s there?” I asked, trying to sound confident despite my heart pounding in my chest.

“It’s me,” responded an unfamiliar voice. “Ryan.”

I tilted my head. Ryan? I thought, confused.

“Who?” I asked suspiciously, my hand still on the lock.

“Ryan”, his voice sounded amused. “From next door.”

My heart started pounding faster and I instantly felt nervous — and a little aroused. It was Norma’s grandson. I did a quick check of my outfit. I straightened my string bikini to better conceal my breasts. I zipped up my cover-up an inch higher. It was too late to put on shorts. I took a deep breath, unsure if I wanted to open the door.

“Um, hello?” His voice came from the other side of the closed door.

I shook my head and quickly unlocked the door, opening it to greet him. He stood there in a blue striped bathing suit and a white T-shirt. He was holding a pizza and a bottle of wine.

“Hi,” he said with a broad smile.

I didn’t speak. I just stared at him.

“I figured you wouldn’t let me take you out to eat, so I decided to bring dinner to you. Is this a bad time?”

I stood motionless in the doorway. I couldn’t put my finger on how I felt — nervous, offended, excited?

“Can I come in?” he asked politely. “This pizza box is getting kind of hot.”

I brought myself back to reality.

“Yes, yes, come in,” I said, moving out of the way and letting him enter. He strolled over to the counter where he put down the pizza box and wine. I watched as he scanned the living room and kitchen. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was half-naked. I gripped my cover-up close to my body.

“Wow”, he exclaimed with an exhale. “Your house is beautiful.”

I let out a heavy sigh that I’d be holding in since he arrived. He seemed harmless.

“Thank you,” I said shyly, swallowing hard. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

Ryan looked up at me with hope and warmth in his eyes.

“I’d love one,” he said, staring at me intently.

Three hours, one bottle of wine, and an entire pizza later, we’d pretty much covered our entire life stories. Ryan was 36 and never been married. He was engaged for two years until he found out his fiance was cheating on him. That was over a year ago and he hadn’t been in a relationship since. He sold their condo in LA and decided to move to Florida to start a new life. I told him about my son and my late husband. He thanked me again for keeping an eye on his mother.

“She’s great,” I said, honestly. I explained how my mother had died a few years prior and Norma reminded me a lot of her. “We take care of each other”, I said.

Ryan smiled up at me from where he was leaning at the kitchen counter. His eyes were dark and intense. I swallowed hard. The wine was taking effect and I felt more relaxed and vulnerable than I had in years.

“Well, I think you’re great,” he said, biting his lip slightly. “You’re a beautiful person.”

My stomach gripped tightly. Did he just call me beautiful?

“Inside and out,” he continued, his eyes unwavering.

I suddenly felt nervous — I didn’t trust myself around him. I grabbed my glass of wine, downing it in one gulp.

“Would you like to go outside?” I asked, desperate to change the subject.

Ryan nodded, finishing his own glass of wine and following me outside. The lights from the pool cascaded across the water. It was a clear, warm Florida night. The stars were visible and my jazz music was playing on the TV.

I stood near the entrance of the slider as Ryan made his way out onto the lanai and over to the circular daybed. He plopped down, making himself at home. This gesture was both comforting and jarring. He patted the cushions beside me and I reluctantly joined him. I started at the edge of the couch but quickly found myself laying back, completely relaxed on the pillows. Ryan was beside me, laughing as he recounted some of his favorite memories as a child with Norma. I was surprised at how comfortable I was with him. Maybe it was the wine or the fact that he was Norma’s grandson. Or perhaps it was that I had been watching him from afar for weeks now, fantasizing about what his voice sounded like, how he smelled, and what his body looked like up close.

We were laying inches from one another now, him on his side, propped up on his elbow, and me on my back. He stared down at me, asking me questions about my childhood, my son, my husband. I lowered the zipper on my cover-up. Why was I so warm?

“So,” he said, slowly tickling my stomach. “When’s the last time you…”, he stopped, his hand pausing near my belly button.

I held my breath, knowing what he was going to ask. He didn’t need to say it.

“Two years,” I said abruptly. “Since my husband died. I just haven’t met anyone that I felt comfortable with.”

I looked away briefly, embarrassed for some reason.

I felt Ryan’s hand on my face, cupping my jaw and turning me toward him.

“It’s okay, Chelsea,” he said smoothly. “I’d never take advantage of that.”

My stomach dropped and my pussy throbbed. He was incredibly sexy. His words touched every part of my body. I yearned for him to kiss me. To touch me. As if reading my mind, he leaned in slowly, his lips meeting mine. He tasted sweet. My hand rested on his. His tongue pushed my lips apart, stroking mine. I didn’t resist. My tongue massaged his — hard and slow. His kiss intensified as his other hand found my waist. My back arched my body like a magnet to his. He held me tightly and I felt safe.

I pushed my hips upward as desire flooded over me. My cunt was warm and swollen. His kiss deepened, his tongue exploring the lines of my mouth and teeth. My heart pounded in my chest and blood flowed from my nipples to my clit.

His hands were on my breasts now, gliding over my erect nipples. I continued to hump the air, desperately wanting him to touch my pussy. My hips gyrated upwards as his hands explored my tits and belly. I threw my head backward onto one of the pillows as his lips trickled down my body. He kissed my mounds lightly, nibbling my nipples through the thin fabric of my bikini. His tongue licked my ribs and belly button. He slowly lowered the zipper on my cover-up, exposing my entire torso.

I looked down at him, grabbing his head and grinding my hips upward. He slowly lowered my thin bathing top to the sides of each breast, exposing my fully erect nipples. I gasped in anticipation and pleasure. Ryan looked up at me, making eye contact as his tongue swirled around my nubs. I bit my lip, driving my hips higher up into his body. He closed his eyes and let out a deep moan as his lips and fingers explored my tits. His kisses slowly moved from my mounds down my stomach. He paused at the top of my bathing suit bottom, repositioning his body at the bottom of the daybed and between my legs.

I stared at him as he slowly peeled my bottoms down my legs and off my feet. The warm night air felt good against my bush. I bit my lip as he firmly pushed my knees open, exposing my entire pussy. His face was expressionless as he lowered his head between my legs and slowly dipped his tongue into my wet hole. I gasped, holding my breath, anticipating the next swipe of his tongue on my sacred spot.

The tip entered my hole gently before running up the length of my crease and circling my swollen clit. He looked up at me — his dark eyes locking with mine. His tongue pushed open the folds of my wet cunt and my stomach lurched with desire. My mouth hung open in shock and awe. He sucked my clit into his mouth as I fondled my tits. I pushed my crotch up into his face gently. His body shifted as he removed his shorts, crawling up my naked body.

His erection was hard and soft on my skin. I reached down to where his cock rested on my thigh. His mouth clamped down on mine, his kiss intensifying as I grabbed hold of his erection. It filled my entire hand — thick and tight. I slowly jerked him off as his hands explored my body, his mouth moving from my nipples to my tongue and stomach. He couldn’t get enough. His fascination with my body drove me crazy.

He began grinding his cock into my leg and I matched his movements. Precum trickled from the tip of his dick and down my leg. He gripped my breast tightly and I moaned. His tongue traced the lines of my neck, up to my ear where he whispered, “Are you ready? Is this okay?”

It was more than okay. I grabbed his face and shoved my tongue into his mouth, nodding my head and grinding my crotch against his. He pushed my legs apart and positioned himself between them. I let my knees fall open as he guided his thick tool into my waiting pussy.

“Go slow,” I urged him, holding my breath and bracing myself for entry.

He held himself above me, the muscles in his forearms bulging. The head of his dick slowly spread my slippery folds. I bit my lip — it had been so long since I last made love. My pussy was tight and tender. I nodded again, letting him know it was okay. He buried his cock an inch deeper into my wetness and I took another deep breath. It felt unfamiliar. I was sore but with every stroke my pussy began to warm up, pulling his dick deeper inside.

Ryan fell down to his elbows, stroking my forehead and kissing my closed eyelids. His tenderness was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure to my pussy. I was drenched now and his thick tool slid easily in and out of my cunt. I held his back tightly, pulling him close, my legs wrapped around his muscular body. He pumped in and out with slow, deep strokes. I felt his soft balls tickle my asshole. My apprehension was replaced by desire. I shoved my hips upward, matching his movements — silently begging for more.

“You feel amazing,” he whispered in my ear followed by a flick of his tongue.

I gripped him tighter, my nails digging into his flesh. He reached below my body, lifting me up by my ass, plunging his cock an inch deeper into my tight pussy. I cried out as his hand grabbed my soft flesh and his fingertips explored my ass hole. He moved faster now, fucking me rhythmically. I hadn’t cum in months. My throbbing clit was rubbing just right against his pelvis and his cock filled up every crevice of my pussy.

He kissed and licked my neck, reassuring me it was okay — encouraging me to cum. My legs wrapped tightly around his body, pulling his dick deeper as waves of pleasure washed over me. I cried out that I was cumming as my body shook beneath him. I begged him to cum with me — to cum inside me. He wasn’t wearing a condom but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel his hot load fill me up. He grunted and his muscles tightened as he granted my wish. A rush of hot thick cum poured into my body. I felt his shaft pulsate and twitch inside my pussy walls. He held me tight and continued to fuck me until I trembled and my body finally came to rest.

We laid there for a while, his body relaxed on top of mine — his face nestled into the crux of my neck. I could feel his half-flaccid penis still inside me. My legs ached from being shoved open for so long but I didn’t care. I held Ryan there beneath the stars, content for the first time in years.

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