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Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 10, 2010
Kate Brown had just turned thirtyfive, but Josh, her next door nieghbor thought she looked much younger. She was gifted with genes that made her look young and a drive to keep herself in good shape. She was also what Josh's father affectionantly called a tease. She was as flirt, though she had never gone any futher than flirting with any man other than her husband. Josh didn't know it, but Kate was dieing for attention since her divorce.
He was always on some business trip or other, gone weeks or monthes at a time, and when she found out that he used them as an excuse to cheat on her, she divorced him. They lived in a wealthy suburb and both had large houses and maid services and the like. She had done very well in her divorce and still worked part time from home, but Kate was starved for attention and so flirted to get it. She had been a virgin when she married her husband and despite his numerous affairs, had remained faithful.
Josh was her biggest fan. He was a tall boy, at 6'2" who had his growth spurt early. He was only 20 now, home from his second year in college. He had dark hair and blue eyes, and was in good shape, but more wirey muscle and senewy strength than bulk. He played tennis, and he did it well. He and his father had decided he would turn pro after college, and so he didn't have time for a job, even a part-time job. Instead his father had an arrangement with Ms. Brown. Josh would clean their pool twice a week from early may until late september, and he would keep its chemicals in balance. In return, Josh's family got to swim in the Brown's pool whenever they liked. Josh didn't mind, since Kate was almost always in the back yard with him when he cleaned it.
Recently she had taken to talking to him while he worked, about school, girls, his future plans and such. Josh had faked Ms. Brown out by telling her he had girl troubles and asking her for advise. He actually didn't have a girlfriend, he had never even had sex except to masterbate and oral sex from a past girlfriend. Whenever he jerked off, it was Kate he thought of. He got her to open up, in a round about way. She told him that "girls" liked to be teased, talked dirty to, and taken. She had remembered the way her husband used to come home and ravish her, and longed for it again. She hoped that Josh took her advise and made his grilfriend squeel with pleasure, the pleasure she herself was denied.
Josh had gotten a window into the way Kate's mind worked. She had become a bit brazen when she would discuss his fantasy sex life with him, and had asked him to put suntan oil on her back. There was a large privacy fence sepperating them from anyone but someone in his own room on the second floor of his home. She vaguely remembered that Josh's parents were taking some kind of trip, so she felt safe. There was the thrill, though, that unexpected company could drop by at any time. In the process of allowing him to put on suntan oil, she had untied her bikinnie top, and let him apply the lotion, even letting him touch the sides of her breasts, and she didn't flinch. Josh was naturally intuitive and so he stopped before he went further. He continued putting the oil on her back and sides, slowly turning this into a massage. He worked her arms and back, occassionaly going down to get another good feel of her breasts.
He said that he needed to make sure her legs didn't burn too. He went down and started applying oil to her legs, beginning at her ancles and moving up her thighs. She instinctively opened them just enough that his thumbs would bush against her sex as he topped her thighs. He pretended not to notice this, but his cock was raging in his swimsuite, threatening to poke out the top. Again he deftly manuevered her into a massage, stoking up and down her calves and then her thighs, his thumbs brushing against her swimsuite covered labia with each upward motion.
"Wouldn't want any tan lines, would you?" It was a rhetorical question, he was already untieing her bikkinie bottom. He folded it back, and got his first look at her beautiful bottom. Oh how he craved touching her, and now he was. He poured oil onto her buttocks and started rubbing it on. He purposely poured on too much and watched the excess run down her butt crack and disappear between her thighs. He rubbed her ass perfectly, applying gentle but firm pressure. He deftly slipped his hands down further and futher, until he was at the moment of truth. He couldn't go down any further without her opening her thighs slightly. Would the spell he seemed to have on her hold? Would she allow him access to this most intimate area, or would this end early and force him to go home and take his own release from his hand?
He was always on some business trip or other, gone weeks or monthes at a time, and when she found out that he used them as an excuse to cheat on her, she divorced him. They lived in a wealthy suburb and both had large houses and maid services and the like. She had done very well in her divorce and still worked part time from home, but Kate was starved for attention and so flirted to get it. She had been a virgin when she married her husband and despite his numerous affairs, had remained faithful.
Josh was her biggest fan. He was a tall boy, at 6'2" who had his growth spurt early. He was only 20 now, home from his second year in college. He had dark hair and blue eyes, and was in good shape, but more wirey muscle and senewy strength than bulk. He played tennis, and he did it well. He and his father had decided he would turn pro after college, and so he didn't have time for a job, even a part-time job. Instead his father had an arrangement with Ms. Brown. Josh would clean their pool twice a week from early may until late september, and he would keep its chemicals in balance. In return, Josh's family got to swim in the Brown's pool whenever they liked. Josh didn't mind, since Kate was almost always in the back yard with him when he cleaned it.
Recently she had taken to talking to him while he worked, about school, girls, his future plans and such. Josh had faked Ms. Brown out by telling her he had girl troubles and asking her for advise. He actually didn't have a girlfriend, he had never even had sex except to masterbate and oral sex from a past girlfriend. Whenever he jerked off, it was Kate he thought of. He got her to open up, in a round about way. She told him that "girls" liked to be teased, talked dirty to, and taken. She had remembered the way her husband used to come home and ravish her, and longed for it again. She hoped that Josh took her advise and made his grilfriend squeel with pleasure, the pleasure she herself was denied.
Josh had gotten a window into the way Kate's mind worked. She had become a bit brazen when she would discuss his fantasy sex life with him, and had asked him to put suntan oil on her back. There was a large privacy fence sepperating them from anyone but someone in his own room on the second floor of his home. She vaguely remembered that Josh's parents were taking some kind of trip, so she felt safe. There was the thrill, though, that unexpected company could drop by at any time. In the process of allowing him to put on suntan oil, she had untied her bikinnie top, and let him apply the lotion, even letting him touch the sides of her breasts, and she didn't flinch. Josh was naturally intuitive and so he stopped before he went further. He continued putting the oil on her back and sides, slowly turning this into a massage. He worked her arms and back, occassionaly going down to get another good feel of her breasts.
He said that he needed to make sure her legs didn't burn too. He went down and started applying oil to her legs, beginning at her ancles and moving up her thighs. She instinctively opened them just enough that his thumbs would bush against her sex as he topped her thighs. He pretended not to notice this, but his cock was raging in his swimsuite, threatening to poke out the top. Again he deftly manuevered her into a massage, stoking up and down her calves and then her thighs, his thumbs brushing against her swimsuite covered labia with each upward motion.
"Wouldn't want any tan lines, would you?" It was a rhetorical question, he was already untieing her bikkinie bottom. He folded it back, and got his first look at her beautiful bottom. Oh how he craved touching her, and now he was. He poured oil onto her buttocks and started rubbing it on. He purposely poured on too much and watched the excess run down her butt crack and disappear between her thighs. He rubbed her ass perfectly, applying gentle but firm pressure. He deftly slipped his hands down further and futher, until he was at the moment of truth. He couldn't go down any further without her opening her thighs slightly. Would the spell he seemed to have on her hold? Would she allow him access to this most intimate area, or would this end early and force him to go home and take his own release from his hand?