"Neighborly"

The Conroys (Lila and Will)

"I'm pretty open-minded..." Will began, speaking about consenting adults and what they did in the privacy of their own homes, or in this case the privacy of others homes. Then he asked, "Are you asking me because you're interested in the idea, honey?"

"No, don't be silly," Lila said without hesitation but, Will might have noticed, not a lot of energy backing up the rejection.

Will confirmed that if he was a swinger, he'd probably want to have sex with their newly discovered neighbor. Lila laughed again and slapped her husband playfully on his bare chest, saying, "Of course you'd fuck Hanna, you goof. She's the most beautiful woman you've ever met, and don't even begin to give me some bullshit about how she's not as beautiful as me."

"But do you think we could do something like that?" Will went on, speaking about being able to separate feelings from sex. "I'll be honest, I have no clue how it would affect me seeing you having sex with another guy."

"You'd probably get mad 'cause he wasn't doing it right," she said laughing, "and then you'd give him instructions on how to get the job done."

"I'm sure it'd be the same for you if I was with another woman." he said, flipping the proverbial coin. "You can't know until something like that happens, how you'd react."

They laid there for a long moment, their heads spinning with questions that had never been those of serious conversation or thought. Lila finally said with a thoughtful tone, "I think ... I think that if I knew you wanted to do it badly ... and that I knew you could come home with me that night and make love to me without seeing the other woman in your mind's eye ... I think I could let you do that."

When Lila looked to Will, he looked about to comment on what she'd said. She shushed him and pressed up tightly into against his body, telling him, "I don't want to hear your response to that. I wasn't looking for one. I ... I just wanted you to know."

Another long silent moment passed before her husband asked, "Are you thinking that the reason they invited us over for dinner tomorrow is that they want to have sex with us?"

"No!" Lila again reacted without hesitation. "No, I think ... I think they were just being neighborly..."

If only she'd known how the adult residents of Bailey Ridge used the word neighborly.

"...and I think the only reason Hanna told me about her and Carlton's sex life was because she needed someone to share with. I'm sure we'll have a nice meal and open a bottle of wine and talk about our new house again ... and leave without ever having taken our clothes off."

Lila rolled over onto her husband's body and began kissing him softly. Will asked, "Is this something you think we should try?"

"I think what we should try is to get this bad boy hard again," she said in a seductive tone as she slipped a hand down to begin pleasuring Will back to stiffness. She smiled and chuckled, saying, "How about you close your eyes and imagine fucking Hanna. I want to see if you would do anything differently ... and if maybe I might fucking like that."

Will and Lila

As Lila stroked his cock back to it's full length, Will thought about all she'd said.

Lila had basically given him a green light to be with another woman, as long as it didn't hurt their marriage. She wouldn't need worry about his feelings for her. Will loved Lila, more than he'd loved any other woman he'd ever met. He knew how lucky he was to have found love.

However, he couldn't say the idea of sex with Hanna didn't intrigue him.

Will turned, kissing Lila deeply, and then pulling her on top of him. She smiled, sitting up, and positioning his cock at the entrance of her pussy, and then settled down upon it, beginning to ride him.

Will did what she asked, closing his eyes and imagining it was Hanna bouncing up and down on his cock. His hands held on to Lila's thighs as his hips rose to meet her, finding a rhythm to maximize their pleasure.

Lila rode him wildly, and for a moment, he wondered if she was imagining Carlton fucking her...and then lost himself in the fantasy, imagining it was Hanna who was crying out in pleasure. It was Hanna moaning as he drove himself deeper inside her. It was Hanna's fingernails clawing his chest, crying out as she shuddered with orgasm.

Before too long, he had an intensely powerful orgasm as well, his cock pulsing inside Lila as he let go, shooting deep inside her.

He opened his eyes, and it was Lila again, and he pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. "My god," he panted, "that was fucking amazing."

They stayed that way for awhile, him still inside her as he began to recede from inside her, holding each other close. After awhile, the two of them drifted off to sleep, still holding one another.

Walter and Elizabeth "Queenie" Boone

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Earlier this morning:

Walter stood in the big bay front windows of #12 Bailey Ridge Circle and sipped gingerly at a steamy hot cup of tea, watching the big moving truck as its driver and guide positioned it for unloading. It was a simple task really, even considering the size of the largest-available truck; Bailey Ridge Circle itself was as wide as a typical two lane, two way suburban street, despite being a single lane, one way road; its 12 homes each had a 22 foot wide driveway entrance, and those driveways were long enough to park the entire truck in them and still give enough room for the unloading ramp; and because it was a gated community, there were no concerns about thru traffic -- cars avoiding the freeway, people hurrying to work on surface streets, teenagers zipping around in daddy's car -- getting in the way as the driver and guide casually set the rig up for backing, did so, pulled forward once more, then easily brought the big vehicle back to its resting place for the next couple of days.

"Easy peasy," Walter murmured to himself, even though he was thinking, Nope! Nope! Too hard. Can't get into the driveway, honey. Guess we'll have to go live somewhere else. Pack up the kid, we're out of here.

"What did you say, sweetheart?" a kindly female voice asked from an adjacent room. His wife of soon-to-be 40 years, Elizabeth -- nicknamed since her teens, Queenie -- came in from her sewing room, tracked his gaze to the truck maneuvering about at #2, and said with an appreciative tone, "Good, I see they're getting settled in."

As she turned away to make her own cup of tea, Walter shook his head lightly and asked, "Aren't you concerned?"

"Not at all," she said with a sincere tone. "Why should I be?"

"They aren't like us," he said, not realizing just how badly it sounded.

But Queenie let him know by laughing at him and forced him to begin a review of his and his family's personal history by speaking one name, "Remember the Jefferson's?"

Walter rolled his eyes, and instead of verbally responding, he just went back to sipping at his tea. His wife, however, continued, "They were the first black couple to move into your parents' all white neighborhood in, what was it, honey, 1966? Your father, who was about the least racist man in the entire whole world told your mother, who parents were what you yourself described as a mix of every race, color, creed, religion, and shoe size from the Greater Europe community, with a bit of Japanese and Native American thrown in for color ... despite not having a discriminatory bone in his body, you father told his Heinz 57 of a wife, Well, there goes the neighborhood."

"He didn't have a problem with a black--"

Queenie cut him off, "I know that. He wasn't talking about the Jefferson's and the problems they might bring into the neighborhood because they were black. He was talking about the white neighbors and the problems they were going to bring to their own neighborhood because the Jefferson's were black."

She joined him at the window with her cup of tea, lifting and lowering the little metal tea shuttle filled with loose leave tea grounds. "And the Vintons?"

Walter couldn't help but laugh simply at hearing that name and remembering what had come to be known between them as the open door incident. The Vintons, as they'd called themselves despite it actually being an assumed surname, had been a pair of brothers who'd moved into the apartment building that had been Walter and Queenie's first home for two years after they'd married. The brothers, of course, had been still-in-the-closet gay lovers whose truth Walter had suspected after just a few chance encounters with them appeared to be just a bit too intimate for male siblings.

A few weeks after the pair moved in, Walter knocked on their door to invite them out for a beer at the pool, but one of them hadn't fully closed the door and it swung slowly open just as one of them was unloading his balls into the other's mouth. Walter just stood there staring, entranced actually at something he'd often fantasized of doing and one day would though, at that time, hadn't yet. When he realized that they realized they had an audience, Walter simply smiled, gave a friendly wave, and said before closing the door and walking away, "I've got a cooler of Bud out on the pool deck. Come join Queenie and I when you're finished here."

"Everyone thought the complex was going to become a magnet for flamboyant faggots--" She went quiet and grimaced, visibly suffering a chill as she continued, "Eww, I can't even use that word anymore. Point is, they were a wonderful couple, even if our neighbors refused to use the word couple to describe them, and even though they were not like us, as you said about the Conways--"

"Conroys," Walter corrected. "Will and Lila Conroy. The son's name is Darrett. Step son, I guess. To the husband, I mean. Will's step son, Lila's son if I remember correctly."

"You remember correctly," Queenie said laughing. "You've been reading and rereading their HOA application non-stop for three days now. You could probably fill out a duplicate form from memory."

She looked to her husband for a moment as he continued to stare out at the truck. Queenie asked with a genuinely concerned tone, "What are you really afraid of?"

He considered his answer for a moment. "We don't know them. We don't know anything about their history. Their social history."

Queenie knew that by that Walter meant their sexual history. "And you're concerned that...?"

"I'm concerned that the truth of Bailey Ridge may become public," he said, the worry obvious in his voice. "We are the last remaining Founding Couple of the community. Those who came before us are gone, and those who came after us have maintained the secret of our social framework because they themselves are from the community. The Conways are--"

Queenie laughed. "Conroys! Now you're doing it."

Walter joined the laugh and slipped his arm around his wife's waist. "I remember the Jefferson's well and how they tried to fit into the community and were met with such resistance."

"There house was firebombed, Walter," she reminded, not that she needed to as he could never forget that night of his 11th summer on this sometimes cruel planet. "And the Vinton's car was vandalized and they moved out in the middle of the night. Go on, Walter."

"I'm concerned that if we encourage Will and Lila become active in the non-sexual activities of our neighborhood and, over time, become aware of its sexual activities," he said after a moment of thought, "and if they find it distasteful, word will get out into the greater community and we will become laughing stocks."

Queenie studied her husband a moment, prompting him with, "And...?"

After a sip from his nearly depleted mug, he added, "But I'm also concerned that if we don't encourage them to become part of the community -- not the Club, just the, well you know what I mean. If we don't socialize with them, in an attempt to keep them far away from who and what we are ... I'm afraid they will find us unfriendly and unneighborly, and then once they find out about the Club, I am certain that the truth will come out and Bailey Ridge will suffer for it."

Another long moment passed as the pair of them watched the pair in the distant driveway; the others inspected their parking job, embraced in a pleased hug highlighted by an intimate kiss, and then broke up as the young man who must have been Jake came around and gave them a disapproving shake of his head.

"I don't see any choice then," Queenie said. "I think someone in the community has to make contact and test the waters."

Walter glanced down to his wife, smiled, then looked out to see a couple leaving their own home with a basket and a bottle of wine, their path taking them toward #2. He smiled, pulled his wife closer, and said with a confident tone, "I've got my best people working on that now."

Lila and Will Conroy

Just as her husband was wondering as he thrusted his cock into her to the fantasy of fucking Hanna, Lila was indeed imagining she was sitting in the lap of their delicious new neighbor. She smiled a couple of times, even giggling once, as the absurdity having a fantasy that her husband most assuredly knew she was having. But after a while her mind and body both came to accept the image, and the former allowed the latter to enjoy the imagining for what it was: fantasy.

Lila arched her back and let her head fall back as she drew and held a breath a deep breath, concentrating the building pleasure, then released that air in a loud, long cry that would have been heard by her son if he wasn't at this moment standing in the neighbor's yard with his cock dangling out in the wind before two beautiful slutty girls.

She rode out the waves of euphoria, her body breaking out in goose bumps, then developing a sheen of sweat as often did after a second or, in this case, third orgasm. Lila collapsed down upon her husband, spent from the activities of their first night in their new home.

"My god," Will panted, "that was fucking amazing."

"Yes it was..." Lila purred before giving him a wicked smile and adding, "...Carlton."

They laughed and tickled at each other's naked bodies before settling into one another's loving arms and drifting off to sleep...



The next morning, Lila was first awake as usual and had both coffee and a hot breakfast ready for her boys as they came down the stairs just minutes apart. She asked her hubby, "How was your first night of rest in our new abode?"

As he leaned in to give her a kiss, he gave her an answer that made her smile and giggle. She turned her attention to her son, asking with a suggestive tone, "And Jake, how was your evening with the neighbors? I didn't notice tattered clothes in the laundry, so I'm assuming they didn't rip your clothes off and ravage you all night long, though, it was quite late before got in."

Lila had been sound asleep when her son got in, but she had checked the monitor screen on the home's security panel, which logged the times when the doors opened and the codes were punched in to prevent the alarms from waking the neighborhood.

She didn't know there'd been a meteor shower the night before or that it would continue again for the next six days. Lila just assumed -- and was torn by her thoughts -- that her presumed-to-still-be-a-virgin son had made nice with one of the neighbor girls, maybe even sitting out on the patio in the dark making out for a bit.

If only she knew.

Leeza Parker, Security Officer, Bailey Ridge Gated Community

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Stepping out of the Guard House at the bottom of Bailey Ridge, the beautiful security officer smiled to the driver of the approaching and slowing car. As it came to a stop and the man at the wheel reached out a hand, she leaned closer and handed him a folded issue of the daily paper, saying with a smile and polite tone, "G'morning, Mister Boone."

Walter gave the woman's generous and well displayed bosom a quick but not inconspicuous ogle before looking back up to her mesmerizing, deep brown eyes and, using the nickname one of the residents had given her because of her previous job as a County law enforcement officer, "Deputy Leeza, you're looking fine as always this morning."

Leeza laughed and playfully pulled the plunging neckline of her tank top up as if really concerned that Walter was examining her fine, fair skinned titties. "You're not supposed to notice such things, Mister Boone. You're married."

"I also appreciate a beauty woman," he said giving her a wink, then adding something she was already well aware of, "and I have a habit of showing my appreciation to many of them by driving them to orgasm as often as possible."

Leeza laughed and even blushed a bit, chastising, "I'd call you a dirty ol' man if I didn't know you'd take it as a compliment."

"You know, #6 is on the market, waiting for an appropriate couple to buy it up," he said, again telling her nothing she didn't already know. "It's a beautiful home, and I hear the neighbors are quite welcoming and already somewhat familiar with you."

Leeza laughed again. "Familiar with me, not with my fiancee."

Walter looked to the engagement ring that was still waiting for the accompanying gold band. "Phillip still hasn't made an honest woman of you yet?"

Leeza exhaled a pffft sound. "I haven't been an honest woman since before I left high school, you know that. But soon. We'll tie the knot soon, though."

She playfully reminded him, "It's only been three years. But he's coming around."

They laughed and chatted more before Leeza looked to the paper paper she'd given Walter. "You know, you're the only person who comes down here to retrieve that from the gate house every morning. Why don't you have the Graveyard Security Officer drop it on your doorstep, like he does for the other houses?"

"Not a good idea," Walter told her, reaching out to pat her on the arm. "He doesn't know us like you do. Might scare the bejeebees out of him if he was to see what we do beyond a set of open drapes one night."

"Might want to join in, actually," Leeza suggested.

"Naw, you know how we work," Walter politely reminded her as he put the car back into gear. "Couples only. You and your fiancee are welcome again any time, you know."

"Thanks, I'll remind him," she said as she stood and backed up a step. She waved as he headed away for whatever form of recreation he had in store for yet another day of retirement.

Leeza turned to look up at the land feature that towered above her station. Most of the residents knew of her family's ties to this land, ties that were documented to reach back more than 300 years, to before the ancestors of any of the current Bailey Ridge residents even knew North America reached out this far west.

Leeza's genetic heritage was mostly European, but it also included some blood from two different First Nations peoples, one of which had populated this very region when the first French trappers arrived and another that had been sent to die here on what was then a savage land when Whites from the east wanted their more fertile and productive lands on the other side of the Mississippi.

The Indigenous Peoples who'd lived here considered what would one day come to be called Bailey Ridge as a sacred place, the home of the Spirits of the Dead. They only ever ascended what had then been a ridgeline of broken top crags to place their chiefs and chief's wives and children upon the pyres around which they would dance and sing and chant before finally lighting them up to send the honored spirits to the Gods in the Sky.

Then, of course, the settlers moved to this region, too, and once again the Indians were once again relocated to even a more desolate location for which the White People had no designs. While the flat, rich, fertile agricultural lands were allocated to settlers from the east, the hill in the middle of that valley would remain in Federal hands for the time being.

Then, in the mid-1920s, a wealthy, powerful, and crooked land developer named Joseph Bailey bought the entirety of the ridge from the Federal Government, and with an excess of dynamite and cheap labor, he removed as much as 100 feet from the top of the ridge, spilling it over the edge to both widen the base and create a plateau.

The ridge once had 5 separate peaks, all pretty much in a north-south line. The highest had been 400 feet above the floor of the surrounding valley, with the median height of all being 360 feet. After Bailey was done with it, though, the ridge had become a roughly oval shaped, relatively flat plateau, 660 feet long and 330 feet wide or easily large enough in which to place 3 football fields side by side (480x300 feet), as well as a running, track and viewing stands to surround it on all.

Bailey was one of America's richest men at the time, and he'd intended on building a lavish mansion atop the plateau, surrounding it with a cattle ranch and little cabins for his workers. Then, the Great Depression struck, and after his company collapsed, Bailey committed suicide.

Without an heir and with the taxes due to be in the hundreds of thousands, the land was deeded to the State until, in the 1980s, a wealthy entrepreneur in what would eventually be called the computer industry bought the ridge and began building the current development.

The man, Terrance Mann, had had some interesting predilections with regards to sexual activity, and by the time he'd begun selling homes or plots for yet-to-be-built homes, the Bailey Ridge Swingers Club had been born. It cost him his entire fortune to create this very unique neighborhood, but Terrance and his close friend and fellow Swinger, Walter Boone, were able to ultimately lure 10 more swinging couples to the very regulated community during the '80s and '90s.

Mann, Boone, and the others developed a strict code that was then used by the Home Owners Association to ensure that all new property owners were of the same preferences sexually. When Mann's wife, Gloria, passed from cancer and Mann himself relocated to a retirement facility in Arizona -- where he passed away less than three months later -- it was left to Walter Boone to carry the torch and ensure that Bailey Ridge continued to be occupied by Swingers who would keep the dream alive.

And Walter had done a pretty good job until just this last year. There there was the whole debacle with #2 Bailey Ridge Circle and later with the Conroy family. Not once in over 40 years had couple moved into a house on the ridge without having first proved themselves worthy via a series of IOPs.

Walter hadn't been able to convince or even pressure the Home Owners Association into purchasing the property after they'd failed to accept a proper Swinging couple for over a full year. And now a regular family complete with an adult age son, was living in the home.

Leeza didn't know all of this history, but she knew enough. She was one of only a handful of people in the entire world who knew of the Club and how these folk interacted. She and her husband, who didn't consider themselves Swingers but had had some fun with other couples, had attended 3 IOPs here simply for pleasure purposes.

And while she was eager to join and move onto the plateau, Phillip most definitely wasn't. Oh, it wasn't because he didn't like sex with other women or didn't like his wife having sex with other men. It was simply that he liked his women young and tight and even a bit toward the sexy, dirty airhead type, while Leeza liked her men older, more sophisticated, and more loving in their pleasuring of her. There were only one or two couples who fit that bill, which meant that the only way Leeza and Phillip could participate as a couple was to attend the Special Events, at which each of them could mill about the larger orgy style setting and find exactly what they wanted.

Oh well, Leeza had one thing working to her advantage, though. Since she wasn't a member of the BRSC, she could always just hook up with one or more of the Club's couples if she want, going home afterward to simply lie to Phillip about where she'd been and what she was doing.

As Jake went for his morning run, his mind whirled through the events of the past twenty-four hours. It all seemed surreal, like he wandered into someone's porn fantasy.

Not that he'd ever complain...the idea of sex with Kimmie, Sofia, or both definitely was something he wanted...but if someone told him he'd be contemplating having sex on live cam for money even the day before yesterday, he would have called them crazy.

He had decided that he would do it. The chance to make a lot of money by having sex with two sexy women was a no-brainer...but he was definitely nervous about it. Oh, not about anyone he knew finding out...Sofia had assured him that wouldn't happen. It was more about two other things, taking Sofia's virginity, and his own performance.

He had only had sex once before, and it had been a somewhat rushed experience. His ex-girlfriend had given him handjobs before, and occasionally would suck him off, but when they'd had sex, she'd tried to get him off as quickly as possible. He doubted she'd even orgasmed, since it hadn't lasted long...she was doing it as a way to say goodbye after their break-up due to him moving.

So, he found himself wondering if he could make Sofia enjoy it. He didn't want to disappoint her for her first time. Plus, it would be a bit mortifying to prematurely ejaculate on live cam.

As these thought went through him mind, he ran on the far side of the circle of houses. He'd decided that ten laps around the circle of houses would be good enough. As he passed one of the houses, a pretty redhead with a smoking hot body came out of the house to get her mail from the mailbox. She waved at him, and he waved back.

"Damn," he thought, "this whole neighborhood is full of hot women. Where are all the frumpy overweight housewives?" He hadn't seen one.

He ran around the loop, and when he reached her house a second time, she was still outside, with a thoughtful look on her face, her mail in her hands. He could have sworn she'd been watching him, but when he went past the third time, she had retreated back into her house.

Maggie O'Connor, with Jake Darrett

Maggie's Profile


Maggie had discovered Robert's rogue affair with Bailey Ridge resident, Kimberly Dunston, four days earlier, and since then she'd had the most difficult of times not taking the battery operated turkey knife to his balls, as she'd told her friend Helen she would. Luckily for Maggie, Robert hadn't had an interest in putting his renegade cock inside her during that period, otherwise she might have been looking for a defense attorney.

She'd waved goodbye to him from the front step two nights ago as he left for a four day promotional trip to Miami, and since then she'd spent the time drinking -- mostly straight from the bottles, plural -- and contemplating just which of her male Bailey Hill neighbors would be the cock she chose for her own revenge rogue fuckfest. She contemplated trying to lure Kimberly's own husband, Craig, into an illicit affair, but that just seemed to appropriate, almost as if she was only just bending the Club's rules, not breaking them.

Last night she'd passed on finishing off a bottle, and this morning she awoke knowing that had to get her head back on straight. And the first thing her properly working head told her was that she'd been neglecting her body for two days. The first thing she needed to do, obviously, was cum. She was anxious for release, so she pushed herself hard and fast to orgasm, which had been a bit less satisfying as she'd wanted. So once in her bathtub, she put the pulsating shower head between her thighs and built herself up to one, two, then three explosions in quick succession.

A soak in the bath afterward, during which she'd even drifted off to wonderful erotic dreams of being ravaged by strange men and women, and Maggie was ready to face the day ... and it still wasn't even 8am. She donned a set of her exercise clothes from the Capital City Jaybirds Cheer Squad for which she was a Co-Captain; the sports bra lifted and pinched together her C-cups while the second-skin Lycra yoga-style pants emphasized her shapely pear shaped ass and gave true definition to the bounty that were her full labia.

Realizing she hadn't gotten the mail in three days, Maggie headed out to the box at the curb, just in time to catch sight of a new face -- and body -- jogging about the inner sidewalk, adjacent to Circle Park. He didn't catch sight of her the first time he passed, but Maggie remained at the box pretending to be separating junk mail from serious correspondence as he passed by the second time.

She smiled and gave him a friendly wave as he made his next circuit past her. Maggie didn't immediately know who this guy was, presuming at first he was a friend or relative to one of the Bailey Ridge residents. Then she remembered that #2 had sold; she had been out of town for a game when the big truck sat in the driveway across the circle from her and Robert's home.

Suddenly, a new plan began formulating in her mind. Why let one of the more maturely aged Club members who'd already boned her so many times before be the subject of her revenge, when she could instead invite this boy who couldn't be more than 18 or 19 into her bed. To replace her 30 year old husband's cock with that of a kid a dozen years younger than him...? Oh, fuck, girl, you're so bad.

The next time the new resident neared, Maggie made sure that her fine ass was turned his way for his viewing pleasure, and as he passed she turned to present her full bosom in profile before looking to him and giving him a flirty smile. She waited to watch if he would peek back, which he did, then she headed inside to simply toss the mail into a chair while hurrying off for her running shoes.

When the target of her new vengefulness passed by the next time, his face turned toward the O'Connor house only to find nothing there but a manicure lawn and well pruned shrubs. But a moment later, as the row of thick rose bushes on his left opened up the park to his view, he found Maggie stretching on the green lawn, standing with her feet a bit wider than shoulder's width, leaning forward to press her palms to the ground as she stretched ... her ass to him and her face looking his way upside down.

"Hi!" she said with a chipper tone, not bothering to relinquish her very inappropriate presentation to his young gaze. "You must be from number two."

"Umm...yeah, me and my mom and stepdad just moved in."

Jake was having a hard time not staring. Her ass tilted up the way it was, and the tightness of her pants showed every detail of both it and the camel toe between her legs.

"I go for a run every morning, but since this place is gated, I'll end up doing laps."

He felt awkward talking to her. She was in her mid-twenties by his guess, and was even better looking up close. And the way she was stretching was giving him some naughty thoughts.

He saw her running shoes and said, "Looks like you like to run too."

Inwardly, he berated himself. He had a lot to learn about talking to women.

"Anyway, I better keep going...I don't wanna cool down and cramp up...umm... nice talking to you."

Maggie O'Connor, with Jake Darrett

"Whoa whoa whoa," Maggie countered Jake's plan to leave so quickly. She turned and began walking his direction slowly, an obvious sway in her hips designed to attract and hold his attention. She smiled wide, asking, "What's your hurry. You didn't even tell me your name."

She closed to arm's reach and offered out a hand. "Maggie O'Connor."

She'd spritzed herself with a natural and sweet smelling musk before she came out, a scent that had always driven Robert crazy. She wondered what the effect would be on this young man.

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Jake, with Maggie O'Connor

"Oh...sorry. I'm Jake. Jake Darrett." He shook her hand, and picked up a tantalizing scent emanating from her. He wasn't sure what to say next, so he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Were you getting ready for a run? If you want, you can join me."

His eyes kept trying to move down to look at her breasts, and it took a supreme effort of willpower not to stare rudely.

Maggie O'Connor, with Jake Darrett

She could tell the combination of her shape, the clothes emphasizing it, the scent wafting off of her, and his own natural need to breed were driving Jake nuts.

"Were you getting ready for a run?" He asked. "If you want, you can join me."

Her smile widened at the thought of her wanting to join him as opposed to the opposite. "I do, Jake, but I need to finish stretching. Can you help me?"

Maggie took a step back and as she kicked her leg toward him she commanded, "Catch."

He did with a bit of surprise in his face, and using her strength and position she urged him back about a half step as she leaned her upper body in toward him. "Lift, just a little ... slow ... yeah, there."

Maggie's upper body came all the way down to rest on her left thigh, her forehead touching her knee for a long moment. She knew that from his perspective, Jake was getting a good look at her fit ass, almost as if she was face down in his crotch, sucking his cock.

She lifted her head and then her torso ever so slowly and reached her hands above her head, and after a long moment was arched back almost impossibly far while the kid got first a closer up view of her bosom and her ever hard nipples, then of her camel toe once again.

After a moment arching back, Maggie leaned forward again, directed Jake to move forward so she could drop her foot to the ground, and then repeated the entire yoga stretch with the other leg.

The whole thing took well over three minutes.

When she instructed him to help her get her second leg safely to the ground again, Maggie intentionally let her foot hit the grass too far back. The result was that she ended up in Jake's arms, her bosom pressed against his muscular torso as she giggled, apologized, and unhurried moved back away from him.

"We should take the Ridge Trail," she said after they'd stared into each others eyes for what might have been an awkward moment for Jake, Maggie thought and, honestly, hoped. "Have you been on the Trail? C'mon, I'll show it to you."

She took off up the sidewalk to the north end of Circle Road, then down the slightly descending access road, and finally off the pavement to a well leveled jogging and bike path that made a full circle on the outside of the community, just outside the tall fence and hemlock hedges that gave the homes privacy from the valley below. Maggie made sure that she took the lead so that the young man got a lasting view of her muscular buttocks as she hurried along at a pace a bit faster than normal.

Jake, with Maggie O'Connor

As her followed Maggie as they ran. his eyes couldn't leave her well shaped ass. She seemed extraordinarily fit, and had already shown him how flexible she was. Before too long, he was having a hard time keeping up with her.

Pushing a bit harder, he began to gain ground again, until finally they reached a water fountain. She stopped, and he did as well, trying to catch his breath.

"You're hard to keep up with, Maggie," Jake said smiling, after catching his breath and taking a drink, "You must run a lot more than I do."

Maggie continued hard and fast, not an outright run but a very quick jog, until finally her body was glistening sweat. There were 4 fountains on the trail to the north, east, south, and west, and while Maggie had wanted to stop at the one located near the south access road, she'd pushed on until the reached the more remote and private east side one.

"You're hard to keep up with, Maggie," Jake said when they stopped. "You must run a lot more than I do."

She smiled as her chest heaved with now deep breaths, telling him, "I'm an athlete by profession. Well, dancer anyway."

She pressed a fingertip to her left breast, almost compressing her very noticeable nipple, indicating the logo there as she said, "I'm a J-Girl ... a cheer squad member for the Capital City Jaybirds. You follow the NFL?"

Maggie laughed, quickly adding before Jake could ever answer, "Don't feel you have to say yes if you don't. To be honest, I hate football. I only cheer for the team because it gets me exposure for other jobs. I make most of my income performing in dance videos ... rock, some R&B ... hip hop. I've done some commercials, too."

She turned to the fountain, filled her cupped hands with water, leaned her head back, and dumped the liquid onto her upper chest, giving out a satisfied cry at the cold. The water wet her front side but mostly ran off because of the sports bra's fabric. But the sudden chill caused her nipples to harden almost to the size of Hershey's kisses.

"I like football...I used to play varsity linebacker in high school, but as far as watching games, but I'm not obsessive about it like my stepdad. He loves it. Myself, I would rather play than watch."

"If I go to college, I may see about playing again, but I guess we'll see. I was kind of an average player, so not sure I'd make the team."

Jake watched as Maggie poured water down her front, his eyes widening as her nipples became clearly visible through her clothing.

,Umm...how long have you been into dancing?" he said, trying to keep his mind occupied. His cock was stiffening at the sight of her breasts, and he needed to distract himself before it became noticable.

He explained about his history with football, saying he doubted he'd ever make or at the least participate much on a college team. Maggie immediately tried to pump up his confidence by looking him up and down and saying, "I dunno, Jake, you've definitely got the physique for the game."

As she returned to stretching, to keep her muscles from tightening or cramping, Jake asked about her history with dance. She laughed and told him, "All my life, really. Grade school dance classes and community performances, then middle school and high school cheer. I told you about the videos, and I did some stuff on stage, too. That was fun, but what a workout, even more so than what I do now."

Peeking down at the young man's groin, Maggie saw his growing erection as clearly as he was seeing her hardened nips. She had planned on taking this slowly -- as if she wasn't already in 4th gear -- but decided to go ahead and push the envelope, pointing an outstretched finger directly at his cock and asking softly, "I'm sorry, Jake, but ... I'm not causing you any ... discomfort, am I?"

Jake blushed, feeling embarrassed that she noticed the semi-erection he had going on.

"Umm...sorry." He turned away, desperately trying to use willpower, to stop things before they got too uncomfortable. Not that they weren't already, with him popping a boner in front of a woman he just met.

Maggie laughed in delight, telling him quickly, "Jake! Don't be embarrassed. I take it as an incredible compliment that at my age I can still turn on a young guy like you. You honor me. Turn around ... c'mon, there's no shame."

He turned back around, still blushing, but with a self deprecating grin. "I guess sometimes it has a mind of its own."

"Thanks for being understanding. I still kinda feel embarrassed, though. I'd understand if you didn't want to run back with me."

"I guess sometimes it has a mind of its own."

Maggie laughed again, telling him with humor, "They call it a head for a reason."

"Thanks for being understanding," he continued. "I'm still kinda feel embarrassed, though. I'd understand if you didn't want to run back with me."

Rather than respond to whether they should go their separate ways, though, to save her own embarrassment, Maggie asked, "You got a girl friend to take care of your little friend there when he starts thinking for himself...? Not ... not saying that it's little at all. Mother Nature seems to have been very kind to you, Jake."

Even as she was talking to him, the young man's cock was still continuing to expand in length and girth whether he wanted it to or not.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend," Jake replied, "although I do have a couple girls I'm interested in. My last girlfriend broke up with me when she found out I was moving.here."

He didn't really know how to reply to her comment about the size of his package, so he just said, "Umm, yeah...thanks."

He walked back to the fountain for another drink, not sure what else to say without sounding stupid.

Maggie listened to Jake ... or actually didn't, not after he'd said he didn't have a girlfriend. She already knew she wanted Jake to be her revenge lover, so his not having a girlfriend was a great first step. All she needed now was an appropriate way to lead into it without sounding like a slut.

His comment about being interested in a couple of girls piqued Maggie's interest, though, and as he set about cooling himself down at the fountain, Maggie thought to herself, Fuck subtle.

"These girls you're interested in ... I'm sure they would be tickled pink once you got one or even both of them in the sack ... to find out that you were one helluva great fuck," she said with just the most casual of tones. She smiled at his reaction, then said, "I don't suppose you would be interested in some lessons in love ... or at least love making...?"

He looked up at Maggie, confused, and asked, "You know someone who teaches lessons in that?"

And then it dawned on him what she might be implying, and he felt like an idiot yet again.

"You want to teach me that? You want to have sex...with me?"

"I would, Jake," Maggie said as she stepped up closer and reached out to lay her open hand upon his chest. In a soft, seductive voice she asked, "Would you like that, Jake?"

"I...yes. I would," Jake replied. He looked down at her hand on his chest, sure that she could feel his heart racing, and asked,"When?"