"Just Being Neighborly" (closed)

[AngelEyes1994]

"Just Being Neighborly"

(closed)

Note:
This first post will look familar to anyone
who follows my role plays.
I am repurposing it, heavily edited,
for a totally different story line and
totally different characters.​

It was 6am on an unusually warm mid-June morning, a beautiful start to a beautiful day. Taylor had only just completed her junior year in high school a week earlier, and she was still trying to figure out what she was going to do with her summer.

She had a lot more opportunities available for her than did most in her class because she was a relatively elderly student, already half way past her 18th birthday. (She'd had to repeat 3rd grade after a serious illness, so she'd always been a year older than the other kids in her class.) Being 18, she could work at grocery and convenience stores that sold beer and cigarettes, for example. But her family -- currently consisting of her mother Sarah and her sister Julia -- were sitting pretty good when it came to money, so she'd been told to enjoy life to its fullest while she was young and leave the 9 to 5 slavery of a job to after she'd graduated high school or even college.

Taylor had grown up on her paternal grandparents' walled estate, which had given her a great deal of privacy as she entered her teens and began developing what one and all had described as delicious curves. And her family were anything but the conservative types when it came to body privacy, so Taylor had thought nothing at all about laying out on the deck topless to catch some rays while others were near, even her father and grandfather.

So when she opened the back door this incredible morning to see the sun rising over the 'burbs, to feel the warm breeze washing over her flesh, Taylor didn't think twice about wandering out into the backyard of their home and sitting down on the soft, cool lawn to enjoy nature's beauty … in nothing more than a tiny pair of jean shorts.

She closed her eyes for a couple of minutes and listened to the sounds of the world waking around her. Taylor heard a sound that didn't immediately attract her attention. But once her brain clued her in that the opening and closing of a house door and screen door meant that she was no longer alone, Taylor looked up to see a man standing at the back of his house, looking her way with his eyes wide at the sight of an unfamiliar, half naked girl just forty feet away.

Taylor didn't immediately react to the sight of the man, despite sitting there just 40 feet away with nothing but her knees hiding her young, firm, practically gravity-defying C-cup breasts. After a bit, though, she gave him a slight smile and a little, polite wave.

Then, she stood, paused a moment, smiled slightly again, and turned to slowly head back into her own house.

 

[Homerun2611]

Paul Kelly, woke up at 5:30 AM, just like normal. This morning wasn't a gym day, but he still did 50 pushups, 100 sit ups and did planks. He looked at his wife, sound asleep and couldn't help but be a bit frustrated that only one of them was working hard to keep it all firm. To those looking in, they had the perfect marriage, and for the most part they were right. He looked at the picture on his dresser, his wife Kathy and their oldest daughter Emily, 8 years old.

He liked that picture, it was taken just after she had found out she was pregnant, 10 months ago, 8 months before Megan was born, and within a week or two of the last time they had had sex. She was a cute little baby, it wasn't her fault, but had he known the toll a second child would take on his wife he would have pushed for Emily being an only child. Once an avid athlete, yoga, spinning, etc. he didn't dare bring up the idea of the gym, cooking anything.

He suffered in silence, tried to be a good Dad and a good husband. They all told him postpartum depression was temporary, but it felt like a curse, a plague infesting their once happy home. He did throw himself more into work, he was a marketing Director at a major consumer packaged goods company, and his thriving career, was a good excuse to stay late at the office and avoid "the dark lord" his recent nickname for his beloved wife.

6:00 AM, he still had an hour before the natives awoke and a blonde bundle of joy would search him out, smiling "Daddy!" She was his true love, the apple of his eye, and a total Daddy's girl. The pot was already brewed as he got downstairs and he poured himself a hot mug. He grabbed the newspaper, yes he still liked a real paper, and coffee and paper in hand he walked outside.

He didn't expect and could not have been more surprised at the vision that met him. He always had his head up as he walked outside, enjoying seeing the early morning Robins or Cardinals often perched on his back fence. Instead he encountered something far more rare, and significantly more interesting. It was the new neighbor girl, Taylor, right? And she was sitting there, looking more delicious than anything he could remember.

He knew he shouldn't look, certainly not stare, but how could he not, look at those young breasts, he had forgotten tits could do that. Pointing up and perfect, little orbs exceptional in both design and function. He couldn't help it, he just watched, his long dormant cock stirring, coming out of hibernation. It remembered when his body used to signal to him that there was something worth rising for, but as it tingled and rustled in his pants, it couldn't remember the last time when?

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Where you outside like that?" Sarah asked with a calm, non-accusatory voice when her daughter made her way through the kitchen. When Taylor only nodded, she said, "We're not in the compound anymore ... with all that privacy"

Taylor responded with a simple, "Okay, mom."

"What's wrong, honey?"

Taylor couldn't really answer that question. Right now at this time in this place, her life sucked. Her father, who she'd always adored, had knocked up his office secretary, proposed to her, initiated divorce proceedings with his current wife, and then sent that wife and their two kids packing. Sure, he'd given Sarah a substantial amount of cash to get set up away from the Compound, and sure he'd done his best initially to maintain a relationship with his two daughters. But since the baby's birth earlier in the year, Taylor hadn't heard from her father unless it was him replying to a text, email, or social media post she'd send days earlier. And half of the time, Taylor was pretty sure it was his new secretary -- who he was probably also banging by now -- who was likely doing the responding.

"Who's the family in the house out back...?" she asked out of the blue, clarifying, "The tan house one to the west ... across the ditch?"

Her mother was very involved in the community's activities and knew just about everyone by name, face, reputation, occupation, education, and/or a combination of them. She thought for a moment, then answered, "Kelly. Paul Kelly, I think. Why?"

"No reason," Taylor lied. "Married...? Kids...? Any of them my age?"

Sarah answered, "One little girl, Emily ... second-- no, third grader maybe...? I met her when I was talking to one of the teachers about the upcoming school board meeting."

"Did you meet him … Paul?"

"Only for a moment, honey," her mother continued, finishing putting the breakfast together. "He looked beat."

"Why?"

"They've got a newborn, too. Actually, she should be a couple of months old by now."

Taylor thought about the man and his situation for a moment, then though about her father and his situation right now. They weren't that different, really. And for some strange reason, Taylor got to thinking that if she couldn't see and interact with her father, maybe Paul could be a bit of a replacement for him. Just someone, an adult male, through whom Taylor could get a little insight about her father.

Then she smiled. How would this Paul Kelly react when the young thing who'd flashed her breasts at him this morning approached him to become acquaintances?

"Go put some clothes on, honey," her mother told her. "We have people coming over soon."

Taylor did as she was told, and when she came down the stairs again she was wearing a tight tee shirt under which was no bra and through which her nipples revealed themselves unapologetically and a pair of bright red, Lycra jogging shorts that clung to her womanly parts like a second skin.

"I'm going out to run, mom," she announced.

Taylor didn't wait for an answer, instead shooting out the back door and out onto the lawn once again. Would Paul Kelly still be out there? Would he be in the window to see her? Would he be long gone, unfortunately? Which ever, she would begin a rather lengthy stretch session with the hopes that he would spot her. And if he didn't, she'd out for a legitimate jog.

 

[Homerun2611]

He wanted the moment to last forever, it was truly the best moment he had enjoyed in a half year, make that nine months. He didn't move didn't look away. He was a man dying of thirst, and such a man, could not turn away from the oasis, even one solely in his imagination, but this oasis was real, living, made of carbon, yet every bit as elusive and untouchable.

Touch, he shouldn't have thought of the word. What was it about breasts? Nature had imbedded their undeniable appeal. Men loved almost all of them, but there were breasts and then there was perfection. Not unlike there were golfers, weekend hacks, and then there was Tiger Woods. He was staring at the Tiger Woods of tits, the da Vinci of nipples. As he had walked out of the house he had taken a deep sip of the warm coffee. He saw her, and motion stopped, thought stopped and he enjoyed the moment, it was 10 maybe 15 seconds before he swallowed.

Then the best and worst thing happened, she stood up. And for a moment faced him, he didn't flinch, didn't blink, he was a deer caught in headlights, a buck, blinded and hypnotized by her high beams. She smiled, he smiled, weakly, pathetically, he was a little boy, his hand deep in the cookie jar. She turned and went inside, and for the first time in more than two minutes, he took a breath.

It was then realization hit, his cheeks flushed, and he felt the pounding pulse in his so alive crotch. "Down boy...she's gone" he whispered to himself, the regret and sadness in his voice very real. He remembered her, of course he did. He had been in the street, walking his golden retriever Tramp. She had hopped out in a hoodie and black yoga pants. Any man who says he doesn't watch, and lust over an 18 year old girl in yoga pants is a liar. He watched every movement, but little did he know, no matter how good those legs and ass were, the rest was even better.

He still hadn't moved, but another three minutes had passed. He had seen the shooting star, but gazing longingly into the summer sky wasn't going to make it happen again. He sat down and opened his paper, but he had chosen his spot strategically. His body was on fire, like he couldn't remember. All senses incredibly acute. So when he heard that screen door creak, all he had to do was slightly drop his paper, and peer over the top. He had sat down facing her house, hoping against hope, the night sky might deliver again...he was a man dying of thirst, and even an oasis was better than the arid drylands he currently dwelled in.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Taylor was tickled pink to see the man still out back of his house when she emerged. She placed her gaze upon him and kept it there while she moved out onto the wooden deck and began stretching. Occasionally her movements would force her eyes off him, but when she twisted or turned or rose again, her gaze fell right back on him.

Finally, Taylor left the deck, walking directly toward the man. She easily leaped over the three food wide, foot deep storm drain ditch and walked right across his yard until she was standing just eight feet from him. Taylor studied him for a moment, sizing him up, then asked, "Do you run...? Do you want to run with me. I have a 6 mile route I run every morning."

She was serious about the run, too. Every morning since they'd moved here, Taylor had taken the route to and through Memorial Park along the lake and back. She preferred the route back home out of and back to the compound, but, well, that part of her life was done and gone. She'd had people who ran with her back then, in particular one bodyguard who'd been assigned to Taylor specifically because he wasn't just able to keep up with her but could run her into the ground if that had been an option. She hadn't found anyone to run with her, yet, though.

 

[Homerun2611]

Even clothed, albeit barely, he couldn't stop watching her, and he barely tried to hide it. He was a moth and she was the flame. And then...the flame came toward the moth. 'Oh God, she is coming here, I will have to apologize,' he thought. He looked over his shoulder, no wife no daughter, thank God!

She was there, and she was stunning, absurd fantasies came to mind out of B movies, he looked her up and down, what would she say? What would she do? But he never expected what actually came out, "Do you run...? Do you want to run with me. I have a 6 mile route I run every morning." He would have stood, but he was hard, and, standing would have been...bad.

"Uh...yes...as a matter of fact I do...Taylor right...about earlier....I....uh...yes I do run...and I'd like that." Real smooth, who was 34 and who was 18, the conversation suggested the roles should be reversed. Then he regained a little composure, fouond his sense of humor, even flirted, "It was 6 AM earlier when you were out here, is that how you like to run?" He smiled, wondering how she might react to his slightly inappropriate statement, it felt good to be inappropiate, shockingly good. "Because if you do...it's okay..." And then he blushed, "Sorry, I couldn' resist" and that was the truth!

"I mean, I can't today, but I could tomorrow, it would be fun to have a running mate...let's make it a date..." Bad choice of words, the confidence gone again, he was scrambling, "...not a date, DATE, but you know what I mean...I'd love to run with you."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Uh...yes...as a matter of fact I do...Taylor right...

She was a bit surprised that he knew her name. Yeah, sure, her mother was heavily involved in community activities, but even if she'd talked about her daughter, why would Paul have taken note of it? Maybe he's a perv' and remember's all the teenage girls, she thought with a slight smile spreading her lips.

"...about earlier....I....uh..."

Her smile spread just a little tiny bit more as he was about to talk of her standing out here with her tits hanging out for him and God knows who else to observe and, presumably, enjoy.

But he returned to her question, "...yes I do run...and I'd like that."

And then just as quickly, he was back to their first encounter. She answered his question in a very non-flirtatious, rather matter of fact way, "My old house had a lot more privacy, and … well, sometimes I … I sort of revert."

That wasn't entirely true, of course. Her moment this morning had been partially that. But it had also been a bit of apathy about whether or not anyone saw her. And it may have also been a bit of self-destructive behavior. Some guy could have snapped a camera phone pic and had her all over the internet before she began her run this morning, and to be honest, Taylor wasn't really sure whether she cared. At least then she would have had an excuse to hide in her room from now on and wallow in her self pity over what had happened to her family.

Or better yet, maybe her father would have realized she needed a safe place to live and offered to let her move back home. Taylor wouldn't do that, of course, at least not without her mother and sister. And she didn't see that happening.

"I can't today, but I could tomorrow..."

Taylor listened to Paul fumble his way through his explanation or excuse or whatever he felt it was, then said very bluntly, "If you're worried that standing up is going to reveal your erection..."

She overexaggerated the mouthing of the words Too … late, then laughed. Taylor began backing slowly away, gesturing him to follow as she promised, "It'll die down as soon as you start moving and your muscles … well, the other muscles need blood. C'mon … get up, let's go!"

Taylor would continue to back away toward the beaten dirt path that ran along the ditch and then reached the running path that was the start of her routine. If Paul joined her, wonderful; if he didn't, she just laugh and take off and hope to see him later in the day or tomorrow or some time soon.

 

[Homerun2611]

"If you're worried that standing up is going to reveal your erection..." She then did something with her mouth, she probably didn't even realize. She mouthed, "TOO LATE Except as she did, her lips made the cutest little pucker, and he could only lick his lips in response.

What was he doing? She was a kid, barely legal, and he was married with a child, then he remembered the baby, two children! Some of the things he was thinking, feeling, yes fantasizing about were so wrong. So terribly, horribly, obscenely and...wonderfully wrong! It was still 15 minutes before his daughter would be down, and as pent up as he was, he could undo his zipper, whip out his cock, lift her up on this table and...NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!!

Stop! But he didn't stop...he got up...he let her see just how very large and very hard he was. "I'm sorry, it isn't what it seems...It had just been so long...and you were so ..." He let ouot a huge sigh which said it all, "just soo....soooo!"

She backed away, not leaving, but leadng...leading him on...perhaps, in his dreams. No, she was just a sweet kid looking for a running mate..trying to feel safe. He would not be the proverbial fox being let into the henhouse.

"It'll die down as soon as you start moving and your muscles … well, the other muscles need blood. C'mon … get up, let's go!"
He couldn't help but laugh..."Do you have a lot of experience with hard ons...and removing them?"

He was a man, a simple beast...give them a carrot, some sugar and they would lap after it like a big dumb dog. She was the carrot, a most delicious sugar cube, constructed into the sweetest shape. Suddenly they were at the road, and she turned, and started to jog...and those litttle cheeks, in those tiny shorts, started to bob up and down, up and down. His eyes bounced with them, then his feet moved faster...and they were off running...but if they stayed like this..follow the bouncing red shorts...he was not going to lose that hard on. So, he sped up faster, caught up with her...and kept his eyes on the road...and finally mercifully, his cock began to go down.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Taylor was tickled pink to look over her shoulder and see Paul catching up to her. She smiled with delight, moved to her right on the jogging path once they reached it to make room for him, and set a killer pace that was normal for her but was hard for most people to follow for long.

Paul hadn't been planning a run like this, of course, and Taylor had no idea how often he ran this intensively. For three miles, she pushed him at 9 minutes, 30 seconds per mile, which was faster than the average pace for professional 5K male runners her age. Finally, she could see that he was about to die and curved them off toward a little stand at the edge of the park where the man put two waters on his regular customer's tab.

"Vil han være i orden?" the recent immigrant from Denmark asked in his first language and one of Taylor's secondary tongues. He continued questioning, "Skal jeg ringe til 9-1-1?"

"No, no ambulance, but thanks, he's gonna be fine," she answered the man in English. Taylor popped open the water bottle and handed it to Paul, explaining in case it was necessary, "He wants to know that you're not going to keel over. Keel over. That's nautical, for the non-sailor types … for fall over and die."

Taylor laughed at Paul's response, then gestured him to follow. She took him on a slow, cooling down walk through the park toward the river's edge. She set her bottle down and began stretching her body again. It wasn't meant to be sexual in nature, but sometimes the twists and dramatic leans this way and that emphasized her shapely legs or ass or bosom, which included ever-hard nipples that, because she was nearing no bra, were as obvious as if she wasn't wearing the thin, now sweaty shirt at all.

"I like it here," she said after she walked to the railing that ran along the riverfront's edge. She was a bit solemn now, contemplating life. "I come down here at night sometimes … to watch the boats … the birds."

She pointed out to an osprey just a moment before it suddenly dove downward, penetrating the river's surface. It didn't disappear under the water like some diving birds did. It just broke through, snatched the fish -- probably a trout -- that was a foot or more below, then splashed itself back to the top to fly away with the still alive meal flopping about in its beak.

"How's your marriage, Paul?" she suddenly asked out of nowhere.

 

[Homerun2611]

The pace was incredible and Paul was in damn fine shape. He preferred swimming to running, as it stretched his muscles while he did it. But running was fine, and let's face it, running with a hot young thing got the blood moving, often to places it shouldn't.

He would be damned if he would humiliate himself. He had been a college baseball player and a good one, center fielder at the University of texas. His heart rate was the same as it was then, but he had added muscle through a consistent and rigorous lifting program. He was proud of is body, even if no one ever touched it.

The pace was relentless and as they pulled up to the water stand, he was gasping, bending over, wringing in sweat and panting. What the sweet Danish man said was no joke, and while gasping for elusive breath he joked, "I hope not, but be ready...yes it is 9-1-1." He finally stood up straight, and peeled his shirt off his sculpted chest, revealing his glistening, well defined pecs, and his hard earned six pack.

He drank some water, and wiped his face and body with the bundled t-shirt in his hand and then put it back on, "I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have done that." He watched her stretch, and let out a small moan without meaning to. His body was matted in sweat, and his nylon shorts were plastered to clearly outline the shape of his 9 and a half inch, thankfully flaccid cock. He looked away and tried to enjoy the view of the nature, for if he watched her stretch any more, that ass, those tits, and oh God the flexibility, he would once again have a baseball bat poking out from between his legs.

The spot she stopped was beautiful, and he listened to her, "I don't blame you, it is beautiful..." It was unclear to both her and him, exactly which view he was referring as he looked into her somewhat sad eyes. "Are you a little lonely Taylor? I am sure it is hard being new."

Her question caught him by surprise, "How's your marriage, Paul?" Well that was awkward, particularly given some of the inappropriate things he had been thinking. But he was tired and overly honest. "Uh, huh, well it was good once, really good...but that feels long ago...but I'm trying...at least I think I am...and my little girl is amazing!"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

(OOC: So, for the image below, imagine the clothes of the first picture -- tee and Lycra shorts -- with the body of the second picture well displayed with "running sweat" highlighting some of the curves.)

When Paul ripped his shirt off over his head, Taylor could no more ignore his amazing torso than he'd been able to ignore her displayed bosom earlier. She was honestly a bit disappointed when he put the shirt back on, though -- like his shorts -- it did tend to cling to his incredible shape pretty well.

To her question about the status of his marriage, Paul gave Taylor what sounded like a very honest answer before then talking about his newest child and her contribution to his happiness.

"I'm happy for you," Taylor said, her gaze set on a passing sail boat rather than on the man whose cock she'd been scoping out while he himself was looking at the boats. Then Taylor turned and leaned back against the railing, putting her well defined curves on display as she asked, "Do you cheat on your wife?"

Before he could answer, though, she quickly clarified, "I mean ... if I asked you to cheat on your wife ... if I asked you to have sex with me ... would you say yes?"

Her tone was very serious, very sincere; it might have seemed more obvious to Paul that she was honestly inquiring and not at all just asking a hypothetical. But then, he didn't know Taylor, so, how was he to know one way or another?

 

[Homerun2611]

As he watched her lean back, he let his eyes scan up and down her amazing body, and like any man he couldn't help but crave what he would like to do with that. Except unlike any older man's fantasy, this time the object of said reality, cut to the chase. "Do you cheat on your wife?"
In a moment, a million things flashed through his mind, 'Was this a set up? Had she been planted to let him see, draw him into the rocks like a siren and her song, only to have what happen?Cops come out? No, she was 18, he knew that. A divorce attorney? For some men that might seem a nightmare, but right now he felt he was living a bit of a nightmare, divorce papers would sadly feel more like a get out of jail free card.' He was just about to answer, honestly, "Not yet..." when she clarified. "I mean ... if I asked you to cheat on your wife ... if I asked you to have sex with me ... would you say yes?"

He coughed, "Well, that's blunt...." He closed his eyes and tried to compose himself. He wondered if he was hard, if that is what had led to the question, was this based on curiosity or desire? Could she possibly desire him....how could he possibly not desire her. He gave a little chuckle and stood and closed on her, he set his strong hands on her petite hips and waist.

"....well, if I said no, it wouldn't be because I don't desire you....Taylor if I could design every element of my fantasy girl..every curve and attribute...I could not equal you. You aren't cute...you are gorgeous...take your breath away stunning. I was rock hard the second I saw you this morning, and if I dared allowed my eyes to look at you now...I would be again. But desire isn't enough...all men will desie you...it is impossible not to....but I like to think I am a good guy...no, I have never cheated on my wife...and yes, I would kill for the chance to be inside of you...but to do that...I need to be deserving of you...and I'm not sure I am?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

When Paul moved forward and put his hands upon her, Taylor feared she had started something she wasn't yet determined to finish. She'd only wanted to know where the starting line was in this new adventure; she hadn't wanted the starting gun to be fires.

But his answer was incredibly thoughtful and sincere. And if she had been in a different place in her life, she would have turned to the safety rail, pulled her shorts and panties down, and told him to do her right then and there.

He finished, "...and yes, I would kill for the chance to be inside of you...but to do that...I need to be deserving of you...and I'm not sure I am?"

Taylor studied his expression for a long moment, a slight smile of happy approval on her lips. Then she said softly, "Then … we'll have to work on making you deserving of me."

She casually slipped away from his arms, took a couple of steps along the rail, then turned to face him as she continued to walk slowly backwards, now smiling wide. With a very sincere tone, Taylor told Paul, "Hey, I'm going to finish the route on my own, but … thanks for coming with me. Really … I mean that. I enjoyed being with you, and … maybe we'll enjoy being with each other again soon enough."

Taylor let her gaze drop, then rise as she giggled. "And you are hard, by the way. Maybe not rock hard … but … maybe we'll work on that one day, too."

She smiled a broad toothy grin, turned, giggled, and ran off at her 9 minute a mile speed again.

 

[Homerun2611]

She slipped out of his grasp, his ams, and maybe his life as quickly, elusively, and mysteriously, as she had entered. He hadn't been ready to fuck her, and he realized quite apparently, she hadn't been either. Was she a tease? Was this her game? How many other men had she asked this question only to run away laughing at the way they would consider risking everything they had spent a life acquiring fo one moment, a mere second in the grand scope of things, to experience the heaven her young firm body suggested.

No, he wasn't ready to risk it all, and he didn't want her to be that girl. He didn't want a little tramp, he even hoped deep down she was a virgin. But he would not use and throw her away, if he ever did this...it would be with some sort of commitment to enjoy and make her feel special. Maybe not leave his wife, but certainly not a one night stand. He had never had one, and wasn't about to start now. You don't risk a marriage, even his marriage for that. He did have one regret, he had really wanted to kiss her...maybe he couldn't have just stopped there, but this morning he was Icarus, and he had flown close...he just wanted a moment, a second, of heat!

He ran home, adrenaline coursing, even faster than he had gotten here. He came through the door to odd stairs, completely out of breath, sweat matted on him, totally disgusting. He stripped off his clothes, and when in the shower, the faucet turned as hard as he could to the right. The water could not be too cold for what he needed...his fire was stoked, and he needed to get back to normal!

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Taylor did essentially the same as Paul did: hurried home, stripped, and got into a shower. The word essentially was applicable here, because after those basic descriptions, what happened next was very different. Taylor didn't crawl under a cold shower to wash away the lustful feelings. She instead turned the water on hot, lowered the shower massager head to between her parted thighs, and solved her lust problem by letting the pulsating water pound upon her clit until she was trembling in ecstasy.

She finished up, dressed, and headed out on the town with her mother, Sarah, a couple of hours later. The two separated at the mall: Sarah hit some shops to buy necessities for some event she was co-hosting this weekend, while Taylor went off to some of the retail businesses and pretended to look for work.

The day ended, the next came and ended, and soon it was Saturday morning and Taylor's mother was surging into her bedroom telling her to get up because she had to work today.

"Work..? Work where?" Taylor asked, shocked at this unexpected turn. Her mother explained what the event was, to which Taylor pitched a fit to no avail.

Then...!

"We're holding it at the Kelly's house," Sarah said. "You remember the Kelly's. Paul. You were asking about them the other day."

Taylor practically popped out of her bed like a Jack in the Box when the music stops and the lid opens up. She hesitated, not wanting to sound too eager, then said with a feigned tone of reluctance, "Fine. I'll do it, but under protest?"

"Yeah, whatever, just get showered and get ready" her mother told her.

"Will Mister … Kelly, right...?" Taylor asked feigning ignorance. "Will he be there?"

Her mother laughed from the bathroom where she was already starting her daughter's bath. "Well, his wife is sending him on an errand before it begins, but he'll be back before it ends. They like to do this, have one spouse available to gauge reactions. Plus … it's just kinda fun to see their faces."

…………………​

Four hours later, Taylor descended the staircase of Paul's home in a sexy, lacy, black lingerie set and four inch heels, with a sheer black sarong tied around her waist … and looked straight across the room to Paul who looked like the proverbial cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

Those rocking chairs that could be so much danger to his tail were the 14 other women in the room -- including his wife, of course -- who had been invited to a lingerie showing party hosted by her and Sarah. He'd arrived just after the modeling portion had begun, but Taylor had hurried upstairs so that he wouldn't know she was participating.

She reached the bottom of the stairs, turned a bit to show off the lingerie to the group of women and her ass to the solo male, then turned the other way to do the same with that firm, youthful cheek. Throughout the room there were ooo's and awww's, and even some Sarah, you have a beautiful daughter appreciations. Taylor made her way in a circle around the coffee table upon which were other marketed items -- including some sex toys! -- then headed back for the bottom of the stairs.

The whole time, Paul's wife had been reading the description of the item to the audience. She'd glanced up at Paul a couple of times -- as she had with each model -- to see his reaction.

When she was finished the circle, Taylor turned and took the runway style walk across the room like all of the models before her … right toward and up to Paul. And just like each of the women since he'd arrived -- young and old, gorgeous and not-so-much, smokin' hot thin and plus sized, which in some cases had been their own version of smokin' hot -- Taylor went right up to Paul and kissed him on the cheek, which led to yet another round of laughter and applause.

She turned and headed away, the vast majority of her ass on full display as she ascended the staircase. Taylor only peeked back at him when she was at the top of the stairs and knew that from her position, Paul's wife couldn't see her.

 

[Homerun2611]

Paul had gone out each of the next two mornings, the first waking eagerly at 5:30, showering and shaving. What exactly he thought might happen he didn't know, but he couldn't help but hope something...if only that look from across the yard. He had even put a touch of cologne on his neck and then his balls, an odd move to make to work out. Two morning he had been disappointed as there were no new Taylor sightings. He had gone on to the gym, pumping iron in some type of odd frustration. He didn't even notice the college girls and younger professional women he used to admire, as his mind couldn't get the vision of that perfect body in those daisy dukes out of his mind.

He had not been a big masturbater ever, but she had ignited something in him, a fire, with potential to be a volcano, and he found himself coming home from the gym, and hiding in his office before the others awoke and taking care of himself, eyes closed, fantasizing about his young neighbor.

The next days passed, he thought of her, but she never appeared, and although longing he didn't satisfy himself again as his own hand was simply not sufficient. But then he walked into the show, and she was there, but the joy was tempered if not completely overwhelmed by the other factors in the room. First, her mother, who seemed to look at him knowingly. It was his imagination, but she was honestly stunning, it was obvious where Taylor got her looks. Divorce had likely given her the motivation to get back in fighting shape and as she sat there, already in a sexy teddy, what a mother/daughter combo. Jesus, and there was his wife in a pretty humdrum silk robe, undoubtedly something better underneath. Then there was their nanny, Candy, and tasty she was. His wife had hired her while Paul was at work, but with his full support, in terms of getting her help, with a hope it would help her out of her depression. However, what wife hires such a sexy nanny for a husband she seems to have no desire to satisfy?

So with so many scrutinizing eyes, Paul didn't know how to react as Taylor put on and stole the show. He sat there, and watched as she performed as so many others had tried, but were mere amateurs in comparison. Taylor was a pro, and he felt his wife's eyes burn into him at times, as there was nothing he could do about his noticeably hardening cock as she bent over and presented her ass, her body to him. He fought ever instinct he had to want to reach, touch, and enjoy the forbidden fruit, of her sweet peaches.

He looked nervously to the eyes in the room, and he saw them looking at his aroused and impressively tented groin. None seemed upset, as the party seemed to have stimulated a certain level of lust throughout, all except his wife. He wanted it over, yet at the same time to never end, but it did. Then when no one could see she gave him one last look, was she calling him, or was it one more tease? He stood up, his arousal obvious and futile to hide so he tried to make the stimulus inclusive, even though only one, with a bit of an assist from Candy, was the true source of his steel hard cock.

"Ladies, I think you have given me as much stimulation as any man can handle. All I can say is you all have very lucky men! Or if not, you should have." He tried to make a joke, but what he really wanted was to follow Taylor upstairs, but that was suicide and probably not wanted. So he went back to his office, far away from the party, well behind the stairway that Taylor had just disappeared into and closed the door to only slightly ajar. He sat down at the desk and turned his chair to look out at the backyard where he had first seen her!

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Taylor could hear the party breaking up from the top of the stairs. She had modeled a less sexy outfit just before Paul arrived and then this one after, at the end of the show. It hadn't been the hostesses intention for her to be the last model, but it had worked out perfectly as now Taylor wanted nothing more than to get out of there and back to her own bedroom and her favorite battery operated toy.

"No, you keep that," the Sales Associate who'd supervised from upstairs told Taylor after she'd shed the lingerie and handed it out. Referring to the mostly suburbanites who'd put on the show downstairs, she explained, "Each of the models keeps one of the items they demonstrated as a gift for participating. You get to keep that if you wish, or the robe from earlier."

Taylor's lips spread in a wide smile as she said, "I have a robe."

She descended the stairs and slipped around to the back hall to avoid the woman who still were telling Sarah how beautiful a daughter she had. Taylor was heading for the back door when she noticed the cracked office door and, beyond it, Paul sitting there staring out the window … right toward where he'd ogled her while she'd been staring back, topless.

Taylor contemplated walking in to talk to him, but she feared his wife would walk in and think something horrible of her or him or both. Instead, she exited the back door and -- pretending she didn't know he was there -- stopped on his deck just five feet before the window behind which he sat. Taylor wore a long sleeved, cropped top that hugged her unbridled breasts like a second skin. In profile to Paul -- maybe facing him just enough for him to see both swollen nipples -- she played with the elastic hem crossing her rib cage and adjusted the shoulders as if seeking a better fit. Then, she turned a little bit away and adjusted the pencil skirt which fit the firm, athletic ass that she was now displaying to him.

Opening her little clutch purse, Taylor opened a text to Paul -- she'd gotten the number covertly from her mother's own cell the day before -- and typed in a message: Hope you enjoyed the show. I enjoyed it. You did well seeing how your wife was right there. Score one point for you toward DESERVING me.

She sent the text. She smoothed the fabric of her skirt down over her ass cheeks and was about to leave, then hesitated. She pulled her phone out again and typed a second message: Your nanny wants to fuck you. Imagine what that will do for your score.

Taylor didn't say whether it would hurt or help Paul's score. She left that totally for him to contemplate. She put her phone away again, removed her tall heels, and descended the deck to the yard barefoot. She used the crudely made 2x4 and plywood bicycle bridge in the adjacent yard to cross to the other side of the ditch and headed inside, where she undressed and drove herself to orgasm with her toy under the hard stream of her hot shower.

 

[Homerun2611]

He had sat there staring, even closed his eyes to gently fondle his cock. "Damn that girl!" He thought, or perhaps he was the damned one, the proverbial apple, and how he wanted to bite! He thought he heard something behind him, but by the time he turned, whatever it was, if it was anything at all was gone. And then, there she was, on his deck, standing there, as if she was an animal at the zoo, or perhaps more accurately a peep show. Except she wasn't naked, except in his mind, where those breasts so pert and erect in that sweater, was peeled off in his imagination and the nymph that had appeared a few short days ago, was again topless and almost within reach.

His eyes took in every inch, every curve, did she know he was watching, how completely captivated he was by her. And yet, he didn't know...was it just a tease, did she just want to be wanted? Or was she wet right now? His hand had returned to his cock, not masturbating, just soothing, he knew how his big boy pained for her, but masturbating at the moment was impossible. He saw her pull out of her phone, type, and was jealous, ridiculously, absurdly jealous of whoever currently was the beneficiary of her attention.

But then his phone buzzed...and he jerked...no, not like that...he was startled...and then smiled...he had been jealous of himself...

Hope you enjoyed the show. I enjoyed it. You did well seeing how your wife was right there. Score one point for you toward DESERVING me.​

Okay, if she could flirt so could he...

"My body gave you a standing ovation...but was a bit disappointed there wasn't an encore...or at least an invitation, back stage... I am happy to see you appreciated my discretion...however, I am not sure that makes me more or less deserving!

He had put in the wink, partly to shield the honestly the rest of his message conveyed regarding the depth of his true and increasingly obsessive desire.

She had been typing as he had, and he doubted she even saw his response at teh moment, but he did read her follow up message.

Your nanny wants to fuck you. Imagine what that will do for your score.
​

He actually laughed and shook his head, laughing was good as he released his cock to reply...as he watched her walk away.

"HA, you may be surprised to hear not every woman wants to fuck me, as a matter of fact I'm not sure any do? Perhaps you might have some inside intel on that last point? She is sweet, I'm sure you misinterpreted. As for points...we may need to discuss the rules of the game....are points based on character...or skill? I had my own assumptions, but your scoring may differ...​

He hesitated before hitting send, contemplating a question he was dying to know..although he wasn't sure why...was it to relieve the guilt for what he was thinking...or to make her even more appealing...but he was already falling down the rabbit hole, why not go all the way...so he did ask...

...I know I shouldn't but I have to ask, are you a virgin?​

He hit send and immediately regretted it.

The next morning, he actually slept in, he had dreamed of Taylor, and awoken with morning wood. His wife had looked over as she got up..."I hope you know I am headed off to the city with the girls..." She made no effort to take advantage of her husbands, large hard cock. He only shrugged, yes. "Candy will be here in a minute to watch the girls...if you could clean out the garage before I get home, it would be nice to fit the mini van and the sedan in there before the leaves start to fall.

She left and he showered, but he only tossed on gym shorts and a t-shirt. He didn't think much about going commando, he just felt the boys needed a bit of airing out.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Taylor hadn't been paying attention to her mailbox as she should have been and didn't notice that while she'd been sending Paul texts he'd been sending them to her, too. It wasn't until almost bedtime that she saw and read the messages, and by then she knew he'd been in bed next to his wife, so she didn't respond.

Standing ovation, she read about Paul's confession of having been hard for her during or maybe after the lingerie show. No, definitely during she knew. Regarding an encore, she wasn't surprised that he'd wanted one. Actually, he'd pretty much gotten one when she showed off her curves on his deck before leaving.

Taylor wasn't sure whether or not Paul understood that she wasn't assuming that his nanny wanted to fuck him but that she was almost certain of it. During the show, when the two of them were upstairs changing for their presentations, Taylor had overheard the nanny -- in a very sexy, very revealing bra and panty set -- whisper toward the full length mirror No way you can refuse me in this, Paul. Taylor didn't say anything to the girl, and when Candy -- Candy, really? -- realized that the other teen was nearby and looked to see if she'd been overheard, Taylor just continued with her conversation with the show's organizer.

Paul went on to question what Taylor had meant when she said that fucking the nanny would affect his deserving to fuck her. Fuck Taylor, not Candy. Taylor wasn't going to answer Paul on that question. If he fucked Candy before he fucked her -- if ever he fucked her -- Paul would learn then whether or not it had moved him closer to Taylor's bed or father away.

But the most interesting part of his messages was when he asked, ...are you a virgin?

Taylor couldn't help but smile broadly at that. She would wait until later in the morning, when she thought his wife was gone, to send her response: You will know when-if you put that pretty cock of yours inside me and I either bleed all over you or do not.

She would laugh about that one, but not right now at sunrise when she got up to go out and stretch for her morning run. She'd avoided being seen by Paul out here the last few days by going out the front. Ironically, this morning she went out the back and Paul missed it by sleeping in.

......................​

"I hope you know I am headed off to the city with the girls," Kathy told her husband, speaking of her friends not their children. "Candy will be here in a minute to watch the girls...if you could clean out the garage before I get home, it would be nice to fit the mini van and the sedan in there before the leaves start to fall."

Kathy couldn't fail but notice that the bedding over her husband's groin was standing tall. She made no effort to near the beast, though, let alone slay it. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had the desire to have Paul inside her. And not just Paul; any man. She didn't know whether it was post partum like her doctor told her or simple depression as some of her friends told her … or simply a lack of interest in every again having Paul ramming that thing inside her and filling her with his seed.

Her husband didn't know this, and Kathy wasn't about to tell him it either, but there were two things preventing her from ever wanting him to make love to Paul again. The first was the simple fact that -- although they'd talked about starting a family even before they got married -- both of Kathy's pregnancies had been accidents. Oh, she'd told him later that she'd stopped taking the pill to get pregnant. But the truth was that she'd fucked up or the pill had fucked up or God had decided he needed her for the next immaculate conception … twice.

Oh, Kathy was tickled to have her two little girls. She wasn't going to put them in their car seats and drive off a cliff into the ocean or anything like that. But the simple truth is that if she'd had the choice, she would have put off having their first kid until a couple of years from now, after she'd accomplished a few more things in her life that she could never contemplate now.

The second thing that was preventing Kathy from ever wanting to male love to Paul again had a name: Marjori. Kathy had met her at a gym after the birth of her first child, and the two of them had been meeting half a dozen times a month since then -- even during her pregnancy -- for the most incredible sex she'd ever had. Oh, she still loved Paul, and she would never leave him, either with or without the children. But compared to what Marjori could do to her with her tongue, lips, and fingers, her husband's cock was about as useful to her as a cold Oscar Meier wiener.

She called up the stairs that she was leaving and that Candy had arrived. She studied the unbelievably sexy 19 year old as she played with Emily and little Megan. No married woman in her right mind would hire such an unbelievably amazing body to watch her children while being married to a man who often worked out of his home. But then, everyone kept telling Kathy that since the birth, she hadn't been in her right mind. Was she trying to sabotage her marriage by putting this sex kitten in close proximity to the man who's cock hadn't felt pussy in most of a year's time? Maybe. It would certainly solve certain problem.

She left to go meet Marjori and find release for some of her stresses.

…...…...……………​

Meanwhile, no sooner had the mother and wife left then Candy put Megan in the play pen with her talking stuffed animals and set Emily in front of the television to watch her favorite animated series. Once the two were settled in, the shapely young thing hurried up the stairs to look for the man of the house. She stepped into his bedroom and caught his reflection in the corner of the bathroom mirror as he was brushing his teeth. Quickly, she stepped out of her running shoes, stripped off her jeans, shed her ratty old jacket which was also denim, lost her bloused, and then put the jean jacket back on to add a little character to her look.

"Paul...?" she called to him, adding, "Can you come out here?"

When he stepped out, Candy struck a pose and reminded him, "You missed my little bit at the show yesterday … and I wanted to show you what I wore. Like?

 

[Homerun2611]

If Paul had known the truth about his wife, his marriage would have been over. She might have wanted to stay in that marriage, he would have not have. He had stayed, said what he said to Taylor about deserving her, in that he didn't want to regret them being together. She was not a girl that a man should use as a fantasy, she deserved to be treasured, and enjoyed slowly, and over and over, her body delighted, and not a one night stand. Paul had not been sure he could promise that, a second time, he didn't want her feeling cheap and used, he wanted her to feel exulted and treasured.

But as his wife walked out, and he laid there with his hard on, all he could think was what a fool he was. He was a handsome, successful man, and he was faced with two women, one who had just blatantly ignored and walked out on what most women should consider, one magnificent cock. Then he checked his phone, and nothing. Once again, Taylor had dropped into his life, said her little bit to tease and titillate him, only to then ignore him. Why had she avoided him those next few mornings, hadn't she been the one who told him she ran every day and wanted a partner. Maybe she did, but not a partner like him after all.

But then she had showed up again, and followed up, and then...dropped him. Was she just a cock tease, and was he just a cruel joke? He looked down at his cock, 'forget it buddy, there are no takers this morning.' It was cold shower time agan, and he came out, clean, flaccid, and just wanting some normalcy in his life.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist and had finished brushing his teeth and was just drying his hair when he heard her. "Paul...Can you come out here?" Oh no, he thought, there was a problem with the girls, but that was okay, at least that was life, and even in bad times, they made him smile.

He couldn't have been more wrong, "You missed my little bit at the show yesterday … and I wanted to show you what I wore. Like? So much for the cold shower, the way she stood there, my God, the way she looked, what were these women trying to do to him? He blushed, "Candy, what are you doing...this is my bedroom...what would people think if they saw...." She just looked at him and smiled, "Okay...yeah I like...I liked it yesterday too...liked it way more than I should have...but what are you doing here....you're my nanny!" He didn't tell her to leave though, and his eyes kept scanning her sexy young body up and down, down and up...and his cock got harder and harder...his mind, his body was so confused....and he seemed to be continually holding himself to a standard, that no one else gave a damn about!

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Candy found Paul's initial reaction so cute! His eyes bulged, his mouth fell open, his face and some of his upper torso exploded in a visible blush ... and his cock began to push out the front of the towel wrapped about his waist. He essentially chastised her for what she was doing, reminding her that she was the nanny of his two children.

But she noticed two very important facts in his response: he didn't outright reject her, and -- while mentioning that he had kids -- he didn't mention that he was a married man. That to her told Candy that he wasn't worried about Kathy discovering them; he was only worried about the children doing so.

"Emily is watching that pink frog cartoon," Candy explained as she began walking slowly toward Paul, "and it always puts her to sleep at about the 40 minute mark. And Megan is in her playpen with that talking whatever-it-is, and she'll be out in minutes, too. So … it's just you and me here."

She pulled the jean jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of her deck shoes. She purred to him, "I've wanted you from the first day I met you, Paul. Please … make my fantasies come true."

 

[Homerun2611]

Paul was confused, each day was bringing such unexpected twists. But it was becoming, or at least he thought it was becoming clear, Taylor had been right. He wasn't sure Candy wanted to fuck him, but she had made it clear the children were taken care of, and would not be a problem, and then, "I've wanted you from the first day I met you, Paul. Please … make my fantasies come true."

He stared at her as she began to walk over, her body had that cute cheerleader look, and he had always liked cheerleaders, at least what he could remember. He put his arms up to run through his hair, 'Jesus Paul, think and don't be stupid.' But all that did was flex his biceps, his pecs and abs, and then it made his waist go smaller such that his towel just fell off.

He should have grabbed for it, that was the natural reaction right? But he followed her eyes, watched as she looked down at his cock, really closer to 11 inches than 10, now that it was finally reengaged and fully erect, pointing beyond parallel slightly upward even. His head glistened as the morning light showed in, and he let her look. Maybe it was a confidence thing, but he wanted to know if a woman would truly desire the long, thick piece of manhood between his legs. His wife most clearly did not.

"Candy...do you know about my wife and I...do you have any idea what she..." He stopped, but his wife and any insight she might have was not his most burning question...no it was something she had said...."Tell me, what are your fantasies...what have you really longed for...what have you dreamed of with me?"

He was still pondering what was happening, but the electricity in the air was palpable...what could this young sexy girl want...what did that men in terms of Taylor and what she may or may not feel...and again he looked at her eyes...she just kept staring at his large, hard cock....

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The sexy nanny was still slowly approaching her employer's husband as his towel fell away. Her face lit up with surprise ... and joy. His cock was absolutely beautiful, just as she had imagined it the many, many times she'd forced her vibrating dildo up her young, tight pussy and imagined it to be Paul's own cock.

"Candy...do you know about my wife and I..."

The 19 year old wasn't hearing any of the older man's words; they weren't reaching her brain. The only thing going through Candy's mind was that Paul had intentionally dropped the towel to entice her to come forward and grasp his cock...

...which she did, with both hands.

 

[Homerun2611]

He felt her hands on his cock, he hadn’t thought this far ahead, what should he do? He had wanted her to answer him, he was trying to do the right thing. He knew this wasn’t it, but DAMN, it felt good. She wanted him, wanted his manhood, and other than for maybe a few seconds with a Taylor, teases that were quickly pulled away, he finally held like a man. Able to leap tall buildings, and please young wet pussies, in a single bound.

He shouldn’t he knew it. The girls loved Candy, they all loved Candy, he could screw it all up. His concern was his daughter or daughters, he didn’t want to screw this up for them.

“Oh Fuck Candy, we shouldn’t. We can’t...” But he thrusted into her hand, his body was longing to be touched. He leaned down and kissed her, loving how her mouth opened, and wanting to feel his smooth muscle dance with hers. He moaned, meaning to push back, but didn’t. His cock twitched, his body craved, “Oh Candy!” Then...

“Candy, Candy! Where are you, I need you!” Came the cry of his daughter. Paul looked at her, it was a blessing and a curse. Either a horrendous mistake avoided, or a momentary chance at nirvana missed. Within seconds she was gone, clothes on, rushing off to Emily. There was so much unresolved, so much he needed, even more he feared. He tossed, shorts, shoes and a t-shirt on and left the house on a run.

Soon he was at the spot, their spot, the spot he had been taken to by Taylor. He grabbed a water from the nice vendor. He leaned over the rail and thought of them...Taylor, Candy...Emily...the baby...that was it, those were the four women on his mind...perhaps Taylor’s mother should have been as welll....

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Taylor was sitting in a little coffee café when a tone from her phone alerted her that it had just sent out a scheduled text message. She looked to it quickly, trying to recall what she'd written and to whom she'd written it; it had been late and she had been sleepy and horny and feeling adventurous when she'd composed the response to Paul's question, are you a virgin?

She reread it now: You will know when-if you put that pretty cock of yours inside me and I either bleed all over you or do not.

Taylor laughed, startling the ladies sitting next to her, to whom she quickly apologized. She covered for herself in a way that made them laugh, too, "Funny cat video on YouTube."

She realized that she was blushing and wondered how'd she'd written and forgot about that while entirely sober. Oh well, he'd get it soon enough and either answer or not.