Fantasy About Neighbor
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 2: Really sexy.
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Really sexy. - When Michael reluctantly agrees to help the sultry and mysterious Miss Calvin tidy her garden, he expects nothing more than long hours under the scorching summer sun. But as the days heat up, so does the tension between them. Miss Calvin is confident, provocative, and uncomfortably alluring for Michael, who's barely coming into his own as a young adult. What begins as innocent neighborly favors soon spirals into a web of forbidden desire, blurred boundaries, and thrilling fantasies...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting BBW Big Breasts Slow
“Perhaps,” Miss Calvin began, reaching down to unzip Michael’s fly, “you want something a little more experienced than little Lucy.” She reached into his pants and withdrew his rapidly swelling cock. “Perhaps, you just didn’t realise that something better might be living next door.” She bent, from the hips, to wrap the head of his cock in her lips. He let out a groan. She slid his cock, slowly, achingly, into her mouth and he knew that he would come at any instant, but he did not. She slid her way back up his shaft and straightened up. “What do you think, Michael?”
He couldn’t answer. All he could do was nod. She smiled and slid her knees onto the chair on either side of his hips. Her hands reached down to slide him forward on the chair a few inches. He gasped as she slid his cock into her pussy with no more warning than that.
“Yes!” she hissed as she drove down onto his shaft, lifting immediately only to slide back down. She kept up the same constant rhythm for several minutes (hours it seemed to Michael, lost in a world of pleasures untold), until he felt her vaginal muscles tighten around him and knew that she was going to cum. His own orgasm began with that realisation and suddenly, as her muscles began milking him for all they could get, he came into her for all he was worth.
He woke up, sweating and sticky, his body still in the throws of the orgasm that had claimed him in the dream. “Jesus Christ!” he stammered when he had the breath control to speak at all.
As he cleaned himself up and changed the sheets on his bed he had one overriding concern. How was he going to look Miss Calvin in the face having dreamed of fucking her brains out in a cinema?
Miss Calvin was not going to make things easy for him. She greeted him the next morning dressed in a black, mesh cover-up over a bikini that Michael thought looked quite small. She had erected a lounger on the (now clear) patio, and it seemed obvious that sun bathing was the order of the day. She thanked him for coming again and vanished into the house.
Michael heaved a sigh of relief, only to have Miss Calvin emerge a minute later with a tray of lemonade, and without the cover-up. The bikini was as small as he had imagined and his cock responded to it in the time-honoured fashion. The bra consisted of two small triangles that more or less covered her nipples, connected together with string. The bottoms covered (barely) the area Michael remembered as having pubic hair over it with thin cord stretching from the top corners of the lycra triangle high over her hips. As she turned to set the tray down, he could see that the cords joined with a third cord that disappeared between her buttocks. From the back, she could have been naked.
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