"I want you to..." (closed)

[CarlyConners]

"I want you to..."​

Carly had been swimming about the backyard pool for just a handful of minutes, using a light touch, keeping the splashing sound down, listening. And right on time, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Carly smiled, pleased. She had been watching her neighbor's movements on almost a daily basis, for six weeks, ever since completing her Associates Degree at City University. She wasn't stalking him. Just watching from afar. From her bedroom window. The kitchen window of her parents' home. The backyard. Sometimes even from her car, sitting in the driveway with the stereo playing at low volume.

But this was the first time she'd come onto his property. Jumped into his pool.

Carly had come to know a lot about her neighbor. And his family. About his wife Sarah. About his two adult children, who lived elsewhere but came over every Sunday for family dinner. About his other two children -- a 20 year old son and an 18 year old daughter -- who lived here yet spent little time here unless they were sleeping or attending that weekly Sunday dinner.

Every weekday, her neighbor left his house at 7:15am. And every weekday, he returned at 4:45pm. Though he always exited the house in the morning through the front door, he always returned to it via the back door. He parked. He went to the curb for the mail. He walked through the side gate to the back yard. He admired the ever changing beauty of the perfectly sculpted lawn, shrubs, and raised garden beds. Then he went inside.

Today, though, he would get an opportunity to admire something more than the roses, rhodies, and arborvitae.

And there he came, stepping into view of his pool just in time to see Carly reaching the near end of the pool, raising her head out of the water to slick back her hair, and popping up into view, showing him the glistening flesh of her naked body from the waist up.

"Oh!" she said, eyes wide with feigned surprise. She maintained her position above the edge of the pool. She supported her weight on locked elbows. Young, firm breasts on full display. Just a hint of her groin over the lip of the pool. She laughed with nervousness, again feigned. "I'm sorry, I, I was using your pool 'cause I didn't think you'd be home for a while. Do you mind?"

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[garajd]

"Jesus, Carly, I don't mind if you use the pool . . . but naked . . . what were you thinking? What if it had been Sarah coming here instead of me?"

John had been true to his wife for almost 35 years and tried not to even look at another woman . . . but this is almost too much. Carly was the age of his kids and the thought of some "old fart" like him seeing one of my daughters naked is repulsive . . . yet he was having a hard time looking away.

Turning and walking toward the small shed at the corner of the pool deck, he grabbed a towel and walked back toward the pool, just as Carly bounced onto the deck and he could see everything . . . EVERYTHING!!

Looking down at the pool deck, John tossed the towel in her direction, "Damn, Carly, cover yourself, please!"

 

[CarlyConners]

"Jesus, Carly..."

She listened to his shocked reaction, pouting her lower lip out as if she was a naughty child being chastised for being a bad girl. In a sense, she had been. Because she was. A bad girl.

As he turned away, Carly lifted herself to put her feet on the deck. The suddenly chill of being out of the heated pool caused her nipples to become even more pronounced upon her young, firm titties.

He returned to toss her a towel, saying, "Carly, please cover up."

She simply held the cloth for a moment, staring into his eyes. She was walking a fine line between being to openly seductive and not keeping his interest. She began dabbing the towel over her front side. Her skin dried for the most part. Occasionally, he got more glimpses of her delicious womanly features. But for the most part, her breasts and baby's-butt-smooth flesh at the meeting of her thighs were hidden by the dangling towel.

"I'm sorry, John," she said simply. Her tone hung between true sincerity and, well, not! She half turned to look back at the pool. The gesture gave him a second long glance at her tight ass. If he was interested in glancing, anyway. She turned back. "It just looked so relaxing. I couldn't resist. Besides. Sarah's at her Neighbors Helping Neighbors meeting until seven, isn't she?"

Carly was still dabbing at her body. The towel had been lowering. Neck. Shoulders. Collar bone. Breasts. She was hesitating to show her breasts again. Hesitating to see what he did or said next.

 

[garajd]

For the first time in a long time, John was struggling with his self-control; he was always in control of his emotions, wants, and his body. Sarah could always count on him not to stray . . . yes their sex life was mundane, even boring at times, but she had no fear of him looking elsewhere. He heard the guys at the office making comments about the women, especially the younger ones, in work and what they would do if they had the chance. John ignored all the talk and focused on his work.

But now, what to do with this situation. Carly had caught him totally unprepared. He knew he should just turn and walk into the house; but, his mind was teasing him . . . maybe just one more quick peek?

"I'm going in now, Carly. You can use the pool anytime, but please, not naked."

 

[CarlyConners]

"...but please, not naked."

Carly stuck her lower lip out again. She pouted, "Fine. But ... that's not nearly as fun."

She knew she couldn't push this first encounter any farther. She tossed the towel back to John and turned away. She headed for the gap in the arborvitae that separated the two yards. She didn't amplify the shaking of her ass or the swaying of her hips. She didn't think she had to.

"I'll let you know before I come over next time, John," she called over her shoulder. Then, she stopped short. She turned just enough for him to see the still hard nipple of one breast. "But ... I want you to..."

She hesitated just a quick moment. She looked him up and down with a smile. Then she turned and headed for home. Over her shoulder she finished her thought, "...think about swimming with me one afternoon."

She laughed. As she disappeared through the arborvitae, she added at a volume that neighbors could hear if they'd been listening, "Clothing optional!"

(BTW: Sending you a PM.)

 

[garajd]

As much as he wanted to, John couldn't turn away . . . Carly was pushing him in directions he never imagined himself going. Although nothing more than another glimpse of a hard nipple on his 20-something neighbor, he couldn't remember that last time he had seen Sarah's tits . . . much less a hard nipple on her. They always made love . . . really just fucked . . . with the lights off and she rarely took off her night gown to give him access to her tits.

Walking into the house, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat in his recliner in the family room, flipping on the TV to his usual new channel. He heard very little of the news, his mind taking him back to the incident with Carly . . . once again he felt a twinge in his slacks . . .

He had to admit to himself that she was "cute" . . . "desirable" . . . "sexy" . . . "a fucking tease" . . . all those came to mind, and just as quickly, he tried to push them aside. Finishing his beer, he went to the master suite to change; Carly was right, Sarah won't be home until 7:00 so he will need to find something on his own for dinner.

As he tossed his slacks toward the stack to go to the cleaners, he subconsciously rubbed his cock thru his briefs, and a quick image of Carly's hard nipples flashed thru his mind.

 

[CarlyConners]

Patience wasn't one of Carly's most notable qualities.

She showed up on John's door step just 5 minutes after Sarah had pulled into the driveway.

"John...!" the woman of the house called out. "Come down, honey. We have a visitor."

When he arrived, John found his young neighbor holding a large Pyrex dish of still steaming fajitas. She wore a little camisole and tight fitting shorts. The former highlighted her again stiffened nipples. The latter emphasized the curves of her waist and buttocks. But, at least she was dressed this time.

"Momma wanted me to bring this over," she said as she followed Sarah toward the kitchen. Her innocent, almost childlike tone conflicted with her display earlier in the day. As she walked past John, she smiled up to him. Then, she winked. "She wanted to thank you for the help you gave her last week at the PTA."

"You tell your mother it was my pleasure," Sarah went on. "It was a delight."

The two engaged in friendly chatter in the kitchen. Sarah's attention was on the platter. Carly's attention was on the man who had seen her naked three hours ago.


(BTW, I need John's surname.)

 

[garajd]

John was surprised, almost shocked, when he came down to discover Carly talking to Sarah . . . and with a steaming dish of fajitas. How did she know he loved Mexican? Following her as she followed Sarah to the kitchen, once again John is having trouble keeping his eyes where they belong . . . on the back of Carly's head, not her tight ass in those shorts. The way this day is going, Sarah will get fucked tonight, whether she is in the "mood" or not.

As the two women continue to talk, John retrieves another beer from the fridge and heads into the family room to see if there is a game on tonight. "Carly, thank you mother again for the dish. I know I will enjoy every bite."

Not sure "bite" was the right word, seeing those hard nipples poking against her top! Before sitting in his recliner, John, once again has to adjust the fit of his briefs!

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly gave John some space. She visited with Sarah for a good hour. They put the leftovers away. Cleaned the dishes and table. All the while, Carly glanced casually John's way. She just wanted to see if he was peeking at her, too.

"I should go home," Carly told Sarah when the time came. "I'll go say bye to John."

They made their farewells. Carly went to the living room. She stopped near John's chair, looking at the new program on the television. She stood just a bit ahead of him. So close that if he'd leaned right, he could have bit her tight, young ass. Unseen by John, Carly smiled thinking about him doing something like that.

"I have to go," she said quietly. Carly turned to find Sarah busy in the kitchen. She looked down to John, then leaned over him. Her cleavage was directly before his face. "I want you..."

She hesitated for just enough time for him to complete the statement in his mind. I want you ... to kiss me. I want you ... to suck my pert nipple. I want you ... to fuck me 'til I scream out in ecstasy. Once she thought his mind was racing, she reached for his beer and finished the statement. "...to let me sneak a drink."

If he let her, she would sip at the beer, still leaning over him. If he didn't, she'd pout out her lip again, ask if he was sure, then rise to height. What would he do?

 

[garajd]

After her little show at the pool this afternoon, and then the not-so-subtle look when she came over with the fajitas, John was beginning to think that Carly was indeed try to get him into a compromising situation. She even waited until Sarah was busy in the kitchen before coming in to tell him good-by; and then this bullshit of "I want you . . . . to let me sneak a drink". She obviously was trying to push his buttons and was coming damn close to succeeding. He handed her the beer bottle and watched as she wrapped her lips seductively around the neck of the bottle and slowly swallowed a small sip.

Refusing to join in her game any more, John took the bottle back, "Thanks again for the fajitas; tell your mother they were delicious." As Carly left the room, a pout on her lips, he couldn't help but notice the ass wiggle in her tight white shorts. Sarah was definitely going to feel his hard cock in her pussy tonight.

Getting up, he walked into the kitchen and came up behind Sarah as she was finishing up at the kitchen sink. Wrapping his arms around her, he grabbed a tit in each hand and rubbed his semi-hard cock against her ass, "Maybe we can go to bed early tonight?"

 

[CarlyConners]

Sarah squealed at the feel of her husband's hands groping her tits.

"Maybe we can go to bed early tonight?"

She laughed, shocked. "You naughty boy, you."

His erection between her ass cheeks told Sarah that John was seriously aroused. She wiggled free, turning to face him as she dried her hands on a towel. She recognized the expression in his face. It had been a long time since she'd seen it. They rarely had sex anymore. When was the last time? Two, three months ago? More.

Why now?

The answer to that was simple: Carly.

Sarah was no idiot. There young neighbor was just the kind of girl about whom men of all ages fantasized. In fact, Sarah had once looked similar to Carly. A bit heavier. A bit more bosomy. A fuller ass.

She had no problem with her husband imaging another woman in their bed while they fucked. Hell, he probably needed the fantasy to get it up. It wasn't like Sarah got him hot anymore. The tits sagged now. The waist was wider. The ass was softer. The wrinkles more numerous and obvious.

Besides, he wasn't the only one in their bed imagining a younger, firmer lover in their bed when they made love. But, Carly? Sarah didn't know how she felt about John fantasizing about a woman who was so close at hand. But c'mon, Carly? It wasn't as if that little girl would ever have an interest in her more-than-twice-her-age neighbor. John could fantasize all he wanted. In fact, Sarah encouraged it.

"Lock up," she said as she tossed the towel away. "I'll put the rest of the dishes away and meet you upstairs."

She'd give him what he needed. And who knew. Maybe she'd get what she needed, too.

 

[garajd]

Really . . . Sarah's response caught John off guard. But, not to miss an opportunity, John turned and walked around the house, making sure the alarm was set, that the outside lights were turned on, and that all lights were turned off on the main floor. He heard Sarah closing the cabinets in the kitchen as she finished putting away the dishes . . . heard her footsteps as she hurried up the back stairs to the upper floor.

Deciding to give her a couple of minutes get ready for what is coming, John took one more check around the main floor and then went up the front stairs and into the master suite. He heard Sarah in he bathroom, so he grabbed a pair of silk boxers and went to the guest bath across the hall to change. A quick squirt of his cologne in his closet and he was "ready".

Leaving a small lamp on Sarah's dresser on, he crawled under the sheet and waited . . . Would she turn the light off, or was this really going to be a night of hot love-making, rather than see how quickly we can satisfy each other and turn over?

John could only hope!!

 

[CarlyConners]

Sarah wasn't really expecting anything more than the usual. John's typical stress relieving, one shot missionary position intercourse. Why would his presumed fantasizing about Carly make that any different. That was their sex life now. He'd cum, he'd tell her he loved her, she'd say the same, they'd cuddle, he'd fall asleep. Sarah would sneak off to the bathroom to finish herself off. Fingers on her clit to cause her ecstasy. Wash rag over her mouth to keep said ecstasy from her husband.

She flipped off the light as soon as she entered. No surprise. It would help his fantasy if his eyes weren’t belying the fantasy in his brain. Honestly, the dark was as much for Sarah as it was for John. Karl, down at the gym. He would be Sarah’s fantasy tonight. Those exercise shorts didn’t lie.

Sarah shed her panties, leaving her tee shirt on. She scooted in next to her husband. She kissed him passionately. That hadn’t changed, thank god. She wrapped an arm around John to pull him atop her.

“I love you, honey,” she said, as she always did.

 

[garajd]

As soon as Sarah crawled into bed, and reached for John to pull on top, he got out of bed, walked over to the dresser and turned the light back on . . . "Light's on tonight, lover . . . and get rid of that t-shirt!"

Saying that, he stripped off his silk boxers and stroked his hard cock as he walked back across the bedroom and crawled onto the bed . . . taking one leg in each hand and spreading her wide across her side of the king-sized bed. He was in the mood to give her a good tongue-fucking tonight, but knew that was not going to happen, so he scooted up close, took his engorged cock in his hand, and rubbed the head across her somewhat moist opening, drawing a slight gasp from her lips.

If it worked out like he planned tonight, Sarah would be thrashing in orgasm before he even entered her. Lean over, both hands on the bed, he dropped his head and wrapped his lips around a nipple, swirling his tongue, waiting for it to harden, before attacking the other.

His hand covered her damp opening, a finger invading her lips and rubbing across a clit that responded quickly to his touch . . . and her thighs tightened on his wrist, trapping his hand as he continued to orally stimulate her tits . . . something that hadn't happened in who knows how long.

Yes, maybe Carly got something in him started, but right now, all John could think of was making Sarah scream . . . and that her orgasm was in bed, and not in the bathroom with her own fingers,

 

[CarlyConners]

"Light's on tonight, lover," John said, bringing light back to the bedroom. "And get rid of that t-shirt!"

Sarah's surprised likely showed in her face. John hadn't shown a lot of interest in looking at her while they fucked in years. It wasn't like age had made her ugly or repelling. She just wasn't the firm, well rounded, cock-hardening young thing she once was. Her children had all been C-section delivered. So, her vagina was still relatively tight. She satisfied her husband's desire for a tight, warm, wet place to park his cock for a few minutes. She just ... well ... gravity works ... and it's a bitch sometimes.

The lit room was only the first surprise, though. Soon, John had Sarah's heart pounding. Chest rising and falling. Her entire body writhing upon the bed. It had been forever ago that he'd suckled her nipples like this. They'd always been so sensitive. She'd often blushed during breast feedings because of the inadvertent pleasure. No one had warned her about that as the birth of their first child approached.

John's fingers found her clit. And in no time, Sarah cried out as the first of the night's orgasms raged through her body. Her finger nails sunk into her husband's back as her entire being trembled to the core.

"I want you in me," she begged when the ability of creating words returned to her. She laid back and desperately pulled him to her. But even before he'd gotten inside, Sarah pushed him away. "I want on top."

She'd never been do demanding in all their years together. But something about John made Sarah want to do for him as he just had for her. She mounted him with eagerness. It was so strange to be putting this kind of energy into making love to her husband. She hadn't cowgirl'd John since long before anyone called it such. When last she'd straddled him like this, they'd simply called it ... well, actually, they didn't call it anything. She'd just said I want on top and left it as such.



Spooning. That was another thing they never did. Sarah pulled her husband's arm over her side and into her bosom. She pressed her ass back into his softening cock. He felt so good against her.

"I ... love you ... John," she whispered between deep breaths. "So much."

Her heart was still pounding. Her breasts were still swelling and waning. She'd cum four times. Four times! That just didn't happen. That had never happened. Not once in their life. Well, there'd been the first night of their honeymoon. But that had been so different than tonight. They hadn't left the bed for almost 14 hours. Except to pee and answer room service's knock at the door, anyway. This! Jesus, this had taken less than an hour. An hour! And John had made Sarah cum four times!

She felt incredible. And yet at the same time, she felt inadequate. John had still been working on his third orgasm when Sarah collapsed to the bed, spent. She'd wanted him to cum at least once more. Like their wedding night. But her body was finished. She pulled him tighter against her.

"You were magnificent," she whispered. "I don't know what got into you..."

Sarah left it there. She knew what had gotten into him, of course. The very thing he probably fantasized about getting into. Carly. Sarah was feeling jealous again now that he brain was not focused on the incredible pleasure of John's cock deep inside her.

She giggled. There was no reason to be jealous, of course. John would never cheat on her. He wasn't the cheating type. And besides, a young woman like Carly would never have an interest in an old fart like John. After all, what could her husband possibly have to offer someone like Carly?



The next morning:

Carly stomped off to her bedroom. She slammed the door. Then, thinking her parents might not have heard, she opened it and slammed it again. Harder!

How could they do this to her? For 14 years, she'd concentrated on her schooling. She hadn't partied. Okay, she'd limited her partying. She'd avoided boys and the threats of being a teen mother. For the most part, anyway. (She hadn't avoided boys, but she hadn't gotten knocked up. Wasn't that the important part?) She'd avoided the party scene. Again, mostly.

Okay, so, she wasn't perfect. But relatively speaking, she'd been a good daughter, a good teen, and a good student. She graduated in the top 5% of her high school class. She'd gotten State and Federal Financial Aid and some minor scholarships to complete her Associates Degree. And now, she'd been accepted at State University.

All she needed now was the money to go. And her parents weren't giving it to her. They insisted she go to City University. It was a third the cost because she could continue to live at home.

Live at home? Really? No fucking way! No fucking way was she going to live at home for another two, maybe three years. She needed her own space. She needed room to be free. To do the things she wanted to do. To do the guys she wanted to do! What was she supposed to do? Bring guys home to fuck in the room directly above her parents' room? What about other girls, too? Her parents were the conservative Bible thumper types. If they knew that Carly found just as much pleasure with another girl's head between her thighs as with a guy's...

No, she needed her own space. She needed her own apartment. But, how did she pay for it? She looked up from her list of projected costs. Her gaze passed through the window to the house next door. To John's house. Her lips widened in a smile. John was the answer, of course. John was the how. He was an old fart with lots of money and a lonely cock. Or, if it wasn't lonely, it was probably at least bored.

Oh, Sarah was nice and all that. Carly adored her. As a mother and a wife. But Carly couldn't imagine that she was satisfying all of the needs, wants, and desires of her husband. Carly could, though. Carly would!



The next afternoon, right on schedule, Carly was in John's backyard again. She was only topless this time around. A tiny thong bottom hid her crotch as John passed through the gate again. She was laying back in a lounge chair, catching some sun. She smiled broadly to him. She made no effort to hide her exposed breasts.

"Hi!" she said with a perky tone. "I hope you don't mind me sunning here. All those big trees cast a shadow on our yard this time of the day."

 

[garajd]

Watching as Carly slides a bit to one side of the lounge chair; pretty obvious she is wanting him to sit next to her. getting John closer to those naked tits and who knows what else.

"Carly, you know you can use our pool area anytime, but I would still prefer that you wear your top when you are here. I wouldn't think of allowing Sarah or the girls to tan topless out here, and I don't want you to either. You know where the towels are . . ."

Turning and walking toward the house, hoping she doesn't see him reach down and 'rearrange' his cock under his slacks.

 

[CarlyConners]

"I want you!" Carly hollered toward John's back. He stopped and looked back at her. She smiled. She said in a lower volume, "I mean ... I want you ... to be honest with yourself."

She stood from the chair and began his way slowly. She had her bikini top in her hand. She made no effort to don it.

"They say honesty is the best policy," she continued. She wore a devilish smirk. "Honestly, John. I want you ... to tell me ... do you like looking at me?"

 

[garajd]

Turning back toward her, "Honesty, you want honesty? Who wouldn't like looking at you, Carly? You are a beautiful young lady, but you don't need to flaunt your naked body to get attention. Maybe you need to be honest with yourself and admit what you are trying to do here."

With that, John walked into the house, up to the master bedroom, and began to change out of his suit and tie. Stripping down to his briefs, his cock was still hard; Carly was having an effect on him and he had to admit he was enjoying it.

 

[CarlyConners]

"You want honesty?"

John flinched. He obviously hadn't expected her to follow him into the house. Into his bedroom. Her bikini top still hung from one hand. She crossed slowly toward him as she spoke.

"Okay. I'll be honest with myself. I don't need to flaunt my naked body to get attention. I get enough of it without taking my top off."

It was true, of course. She wasn't being conceited. Carly was a beautiful, sexy young woman. Boys looked at her all the time. Men looked at her all the time. Hell. Women looked at her all the time. It was mostly because of good genes. Mother Nature had been very good to Carly. She been endowed with the type of figure that contemporary society saw as feminine perfection. Two hundred years ago, maybe more, people would have wondered whether she was ill. Sickly. Unfit. Now though?

Carly had had a better than fifty-fifty chance of looking like her father's side of the family. Tall and heavy. Her older sister had that look. So did her younger brother. It worked the latter. He was his high school's starting full back. For the former though? Not as much. But then, she was a rugby player, so it all worked out. Carly, though, didn't have an interest in such physical activities. The physical activity for which she was built was the one in which she hoped to engage John.

"I wasn't flaunting myself to you to get attention, John," she continued, getting closer with every word. She smiled, then chuckled, lightly. "Well. Actually. I was. But for a specific reason."

By now she was standing well within arms reach of him. He was taller than her, by a full head. He looked good for his age. Not like the buff boys from school. The jocks. But certainly not like her father and his type. The enjoying-their-success-via-too-much-good-food-and-drink crowd.

"I want something from you, John," she continued. She was still inching closer. Her still bare breasts almost touched his mid-torso. "I want you to want me."

She reached a hand out, intending to take grasp of his cock through his briefs. Would he let her? Would he stop her? Either way, she would whisper to him, "I want you to want me bad."

 

[garajd]

"Why should I want you bad? You're going to be back to college this fall, so this is no more than a summer fuck for you that you can brag to your girlfriends about . . . see how many of your friends bagged their married neighbor this summer . . . is that the new game?"

Yes, her tits were amazing . . . but so were Sarah's in their own way . . . last night proved that. Maybe it was Carly's teasing that got him started, but last night with Sarah proved there was still something between them . . . looking at Carly's tits wasn't going to cost him his house and his marriage. Grabbing them and sliding his cock between those tight college-girl thighs would take everything away from him. That wasn't going to happen.

"Get the fuck out of here, Carly . . . this 'old guy' is not interested!"

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly hadn't expected this much of a challenge. Not from John. She'd expected him to want to put his hands all over her. His cock into either or all of her orifices.

She inches just a bit more forward letting her breasts touch him. Just a bit of pressure. Nipples and a bit of flesh.

And as she did, her right slipped forward to rest upon the underside of the all-to-conspicuous tent pole pushing his underwear forward.

 

[garajd]

"Jesus, what part of "No" don't you understand?"" John was slowly losing his patience with the seductive temptress from next door. Yeah, she might give him those things that Sarah wouldn't even consider . . . like sucking his cock or spreading her thighs for his mouth and tongue . . . but was that all worth throwing away his life as he knew it.

John had to admit that what Carly was doing was having an effect on him . . . and he could easily give in to her . . . but, he kept fighting the temptation, and her.

"I said 'get the fuck out of here', and I meant it." Rather than pushing Carly's hand away, he attempted to step back and fell onto the bed, his hard cock pressing against the material of his briefs, no mistaking how hard he was and how tight his briefs were right now.