"Oh, what a beautiful morning..." (closed)

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"Oh, what a beautiful morning..."

It was barely past 5am on a Saturday in late July, and the sun was just about to rise from behind the homes and huge maples and ash trees to the east when the man coming out onto the lawn to collect the poorly thrown newspaper looked up to see Angel staring his way. She wore nothing more than a pair of tattered, faded blue denim jeans; her perfectly rounded, gravity defying B-cup breasts and their swollen, pink-brown nipples were as bared to his view as were her feet and their red painted nails.

"It's a beautiful morning," she said to him softly as he stared in surprise at her.

(This is closed to a writer to whom I have offered it. If he doesn't take it, I will open it to another. PM me if you are interested.)
 
Being an early riser Matt was back from his morning run just as the sun began to rise on the warm July morning. He wore nothing but a pair of grey gym shorts which unintentionally showcased the big cock he had between his legs. As he reached his lawn he saw the silhouette of his new neighbor Angel. She had just moved in recently and being 18 she didn’t have much handy work experience so Matt volunteered to help the teen.

Bending over Matt grabbed the newspaper off the driveway and noticed the morning sun causing the dew on the grass to glisten. As he stood back up the sun shone on Angel and he could now make out that she was only wearing a pair of jeans. His jaw nearly dropped open as he couldn’t help but stare.

“Uh yeah it is...” his voice trailed off as he stared at the teen’s perky breasts that he was having naughty thoughts about sucking on. He ran his thumb over his wedding ring to remind himself of his wife that was away on a business trip for the week. Matt cleared his throat as he broke the trance her teen breasts had on him. “Why are you out here without a shirt?” He asked curiously. His now semi erect cock had a obvious outline in his shorts.
 
“Uh yeah it is...” Matt responded to Angel's comment on how beautiful a morning it was.

She walked slowly across the lawn, not directly at him but at an angel that brought her closer still with each step. Her direction was taking her toward his front porch, which wasn't an accident.

“Why are you out here without a shirt?”

Angel didn't answer, instead just looking between him, the house, him. When she stopped, she was just a bit closer to his home than he was. She didn't smile but only stared at him with an expression that her mother and father called her thinking look. And yes, she was thinking.

"Where's your wife?"

Angel looked to the house's windows and door as if expecting to find his missus staring out at her her bared bosom, as she knew Matt was. Angel knew his wife was away, of course; she wouldn't have been standing in his yard at sunup with her tits hanging out if she hadn't. Or ... would she have?

Looking back to Matt, Angel asked, "So ... are we going to just stand out here like this until the neighbors see me?"
 
While Angel walked closer and talked to him, Matt was struggling to keep his eyes off of the teen’s breasts. Each step she took gave her breasts a slight bounce and juggling aftershock that only made it harder to pry his eyes from. He did manage to look away but only to take a glance around the nearby houses to make sure nobody was awake and looking this way.

“Jessica is out of town until Sunday. She is in Philadelphia attending a business seminar that is lasting all week.” Matt responded to the teen’s question. As she approached his porch he just watched not sure how to suggest the topless teen to return to her own home. If his wife knew that Angel was like this in their lawn right now she’d probably excommunicate her and force me to do the same.

When Angel asked if they were just going to stand outside like this he remained silent for a moment. Was she really inviting herself into his house while topless? Still fidgeting his wedding ring on his finger he was trying to think of a polite way to ask her to go back to her own house. Then in the distance he heard the beep of someone unlocking their car. That changed his mindset and now he just didn’t want any neighbors to see them. “Uh yeah come on in.” Matt unlocked the door and opened it for Angel. “Can I get you a coffee or anything?” He asked while closing the door behind them.
 
“Jessica is out of town until Sunday,” he responded.

Angel showed no response; she said nothing, her expression didn't change, but her eyes did take their first conspicuous walk up and down Matt's body. The semi-erect penis, which was getting more erect than semi with each passing second, was all too obvious in his tight fitting running shorts.

He finally invited her in when a car alarm signaled it's unlocking a few doors down.
“Can I get you a coffee or anything?”

"I need a shower," she said, looking deep into his eyes while barely out of his reach. As she watched for his reaction, Angel smiled just a bit for the first time, reminding, "You turned off the water yesterday to fix that leaking faucet in my parent's bathroom, remember? I have no water. I can't shower at my place."

That, of course, was no reason for a barely 18 year old girl to show up on her parents' handyman's front lawn with her youthful, firm titties hanging out. But, Angel knew it would cause his brain to whirl with thoughts about what the hell was going on.

"And yes," she continued as she stepped through the door and wandered slowly into Matt's home, "I would love a coffee. Heavy on the preheated cream if you got it, light on the sugar, and a level spoonful of Quik if you got that, too."
 
Matt was about to interrupt Angel when she mentioned needing a shower until she reminded him that her water was turned off. That’s right he did turn her water off while waiting for the pieces to arrive in the mail to repair her leaking pipes. “Okay this way.” He said and lead the teen through the living room and down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside he grabbed a towel from the cabinet and hung it on the bar that was attached to the glass door of his shower.

“Use whatever soap and shampoo you want and I’ll go get that coffee brewing for you so it’s ready when you are done. Need anything else?”
 
“Okay this way.”

Angel's eyes were set on Matt's as he passed close by her. She fell in behind him and listened to him offer the use of all she required.

“Need anything else?”

"Would you like to join me?" she asked almost as soon as the last word had left his mouth. "You could use a shower, too."

Angel reached to the front of her Levi 501s and began unfastening the buttons, one after another. She didn't know whether or not Matt would continue to stand there, just three feet away; didn't know whether or not he would allow his gaze to fall to below her belt line; didn't know whether or not he would take in the full view of her pushing jeans off her hips to gather near the floor around her ankles; didn't know whether or not he would take a moment to appreciate the neatly trimmed triangle of kinky curls that pointed to her slit and clit.

He might turn away now or he might stay; he might move forward, take her in his arms, kissing and caressing and groping her womanly features. She didn't care; she'd go willing with what ever happened next.
 
Matt couldn’t tell if Angel was joking or being serious when she asked if he wanted to join her. Then she started to slowly take her jeans off and Matt couldn’t believe it. He watched as her young pussy was exposed to him and his cock was fully hard in his shorts now. The long, thick nine inch cock clearly visible through the thin fabric of his running shorts. Of course he wanted to shower with her and fuck her against the wall of the shower, but he was a married man.

“Yeah my wife would kill me.” Matt said as he backed up towards the door. His eyes locked into her teen pussy mound. He backed out of the doorway and into the hall. “I’ll take one after you.” He then closed the door and let out a big sigh once it was just him in the hallway.

“What the fuck?” He said softly as he made his way into the kitchen to make their coffee. The whole time his mind was full of images of the naked teen.
 
Angel watched Matt as he watched her; the look of marvel in his eyes as the rest of her barely legal body came into view was just what she'd expected ... and wanted, of course.

She wasn't surprised, though, when he began backing away, reminding her, “Yeah my wife would kill me.”

Once she was alone, Angel finally smiled. She had a desperate need to be shocking; for reasons she'd never been able to understand, outrageous behavior, as some -- including her parents at times -- had called it was simply a necessary part of her being.

Angel didn't really need a shower but she took one anyway. She was actually testing Matt, to see if his little head -- which from the view she'd had wasn't actually that little -- would overwhelm his big head and send him flying naked into the shower stall with her.

But, it didn't, and Angel finished a long, hot, luxurious shower in which she excessively caressed her hands over her tight, petite body and fantasized that it was Matt touching her. He was a beautiful man, the type of male the girls stare at when he's walking down the pool deck or along the ocean beach.

But that was only a fraction of the interest in which Angel had for him, of course. She was drawn to him for one reason and one reason only: he was a happily married neighbor, and she was desperate to succeed in driving him insanely desperate to empty his balls inside her.

She emerged from the heavily steamed over bathroom with a large towel around her body. Pulled tight around her bosom with the upper edge of the terry cloth barely hinting at the pinkish-brown of her areolas, it gave the impression that her breasts would pop out at just the wrong movement. The lower hem barely hid the rest of her womanly features, with the bottom inch or so of her deliciously firm, pear shaped ass exposed to Matt's viewing pleasure, should he decide to take a peek.

"Smell's delicious," she said at the smell of the coffee floating through the air. She passed by him slowly, reaching out to caress the fingers of one hand upon him as she did, reminding him of the dangers by asking unnecessarily again, "Where did you say your wife was...? And how long is she gone?"
 
Matt made his way to the kitchen and at first he leaned up against the counter and ran his fingers through his hair. ‘What the fuck?’ He thought in response to his barely legal neighbor who was showering in his house. He couldn’t stop picturing her naked teen body and his cock was throbbing it was so hard. Him and his wife still had sex occasionally but her body didn’t compare to the tight, perky body of Angel.

After trying to think of other things to get his erection to go away had failed Matt decided to make the coffee. While he focused on grinding up the coffee beans and putting them in the French press, he took his coffee very seriously, it distracted him enough so his cock softened. He poured the coffee into two mugs and added the heavy cream and light sugar like she requested.

When he heard the teen’s footsteps enter the room he grabbed the mug and turned around. Angel stood there in just a towel wrapped around her. His eyes exploring her body and he wondered why she didn’t get dressed back in her jeans. At least her breasts were covered and he wouldn’t be tempted from the sight of them.

“Her you go. Heavy cream and light sugar like you asked for.” He held out the mug with the handle facing the teen to grab.
 
Angel eyed Matt as he looked over her towel draped body. She suspected -- and rightfully so -- that he was wondering why she hadn't donned her jeans again.

“Her you go. Heavy cream and light sugar like you asked for.”

Angel stepped closer, enough so that when she raised the mug to her lips, blowing on the steamy surface, she was looking dramatically upwards into the tall man's eyes. She sipped carefully, found it cooled just enough by the cream to take another sip, then smiled and turned away to begin a slow tour from the kitchen to the living room.

She knew very well that the backside of the towel allowed Matt a view of the lower curvature of her bare ass, of course; she'd wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror and checked the view herself before emerging.

"Your wife is quite the decorator, I'm impressed," she said, again reminding Matt that he was married, not that he needed the reminder. She peeked back at him, a twist of her body that caused the towel to tighten and rise just a bit more in the back, as well as squeeze tighter on her bosom, pushing her tits up a little more, too. With a flirty smile, she asked, "Or are you the decorator. I already know you're handy with your hands."

Angel giggled, turning away again as she murmured, "Handy with his hands, funny."

She leaned over to pick up some random magazine from the coffee table, an action that gave him a quick from-behind-the-scenes flash of her ass crack and, possibly, some of her outer labia, depending on whether he'd moved closer or not. She commented on the reading selection, dropped it down again, and continued her little tour, looking back to Matt occasionally with a smile and -- usually -- a glance toward his groin.

"Have you ever cheated on your wife, Matt?" she asked with a casual tone, and before he could get a word out, she said, "I doubt it. But ... would you...?"

Looking directly at him, Angel finished the question, "...if the right girl came along?"
 
When Angel turned to head into the living room Matt’s eyes were met with the sight of the teen’s ass that was hanging out the bottom of the towel. He bit his lip and watched her cheeks jiggling with each step she took. If he wasn’t married he’d probably have her bent over the couch right now rearranging her insides with his big cock.

After grabbing his coffee mug he followed the teen into the living room. “Uh my wife actually took care of the decorating.” Matt said as he turned the corner into the living room and was met with the sight of her bending over. Her ass and pussy on display making it even harder to resist the teen. Speaking of hard his cock was once again fully erect and straining the fabric of his shorts.

After sipping his coffee he held the mug down by his groin to try and hide his erection. The teen’s next question caught him off guard. If he was sipping his coffee then he might have choked on it. “Uh no I haven’t..” he started to respond to the teen’s curious question. “..and I love my wife very much so that girl would have to be pretty fucking amazing to make me cheat on my wife.”
 
“Uh no I haven’t..” Matt answered with regards to whether he'd ever cheated on his wife.

Angel had expected that answer, whether he had cheated or not.

He continued, “..and I love my wife very much so that girl would have to be pretty fucking amazing to make me cheat on my wife.”

Angel smiled wider, and after a moment said suggestively, "Good thing I'm not fucking amazing then, I guess."

She stared at Matt over the mug as she sipped, then turned and headed for the hallway. "I should leave I imagine."

She set the mug on a randomly picked surface, then -- just before she left his view -- shed the towel, letting it hit the floor as she continued. Just after entering the hall, she asked, "Can I borrow a shirt from your wife?"

Angel didn't wait for an answer, instead heading directly for and into Matt and Jessica's bedroom. She stood inside it a moment, wondering whether or not the man of the house would follow, now that she was fully nude. After another moment had passed, she made her way into the walk-in closet to look for something to wear; Angel was in no hurry to cover up.
 
“Yeah I suppose you can.” Matt said as he watched the teen set the mug down then head towards the hallway. She shed the towel and once again he was staring at the fully naked teen and what a sight it was. She disappeared down the hall and Matt set his mug down on the coffee table and followed. When he entered his room he didn’t see Angel but saw the light coming from the walk in closet.

Taking a couple steps into the closet Matt let his eyes roam the teen’s body. From her legs to her big luscious ass then up to her perky tits. The outline of his cock ran down along his thigh and the fabric was straining to contain his erect cock. “Uh just take your pick and use whatever you want.” Matt said knowing the longer the teen was here the more he would be tempted to do something.
 
“Uh just take your pick,” Angel heard from the bedroom. She turned this way and that casually, giving Matt the full view of her delicious body as he finished, “and use whatever you want.”

Angel stepped closer to the closet's entrance, supposedly looking at a blouse near the end. She had no interest in it, of course; she only wanted Matt to see her front side again. She looked his way, conspicuously letting her gaze drop to his groin.

"That bad puppy of yours looks like it could use a bit of fresh air, Matt," she said suggestively.
 
When Angel turned to face him Matt was once again met with the sight of the teen’s pretty pussy. The neatly trimmed triangle pointing down to her heavenly looking mound that he was currently staring at. Only when Angel spoke again did it snap his stare at her pussy. He looked down and saw the white fabric of his shorts straining from his erect cock. The thin fabric was stretched so much so that it left very little to the imagination about his cock. The thin fabric even showing the one vein that was running along the side of his cock.

Matt cleared his throat and held his hands in front of his groin. “Well this bad puppy will get the fresh air it needs when you leave. It’s not supposed to be out in front of any guests.” He smirked secretly loving the way the teen looked at his groin. His wife hadn’t looked at him like that in some time now. When they were intimate it was usually her laying on her back while he did all the work.
 
Angel couldn't help but giggle when Matt hid his massive erection behind his crossed hands. She couldn't help but note that the bulbous head of his cock still showed off to his right side, the outline of his circumcised shape so obvious.

“Well this bad puppy will get the fresh air it needs when you leave,” he told her. “It’s not supposed to be out in front of any guests.”

Smiling and turning back to her search through the closet, Angel whispered with a chastising tone before again giggling, "Bad puppy. Bad!"

She pulled a simple, white cotton tee shirt off a hanger and donned it. She pulled its lower hem tight to one side, created dog ears, and knotted them together to one side of her lower rib cage. The effect was that her gravity defying bosom was again highlighted, with her ever-pert nipples well displayed through the thin fabric.

Emerging from the closet with all of her from the rib cage down still on display, Angel asked, "I don't understand why you don't let your bad puppy play in other people's yards."

She pulled open a dresser drawer and found exactly what she'd hoped to find, Matt's underwear. As she pulled out a pair of boxers and turned to face the man, Angel pointed out, "It's not biologically natural for a man not to partake of multiple women. I mean, marriage is just words a piece of paper. So long as you still love your wife, continue to have love only for Jessica, what's wrong with you putting your cock in someone else ... that pretty amazing girl we talked about?"
 
As Matt watched the naked teen search the closet he felt like his cock was the hardest it’s been in years. As she put on the plain white T-shirt and tied it which showcased her perky teen tits he bit his lip. When she walked pat him out of the closet she nearly brushed against his massive erection. His eyes watching that pert ass jiggle with each step she took towards the dresser. When she bent over slightly to dig through his drawer he was fighting the urge to come up behind her and slide his cock balls deep inside of the teen.

When she turned around with a pair of his boxers his eyes once again being drawn to her pussy. He listened to Angel as she basically told him it’s okay to cheat on his wife. If she was fully clothed it would probably be easier for him to listen to his conscious and get her out of here but his body was drunk on lust for the teen that he was at risk of doing something stupid.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you are trying really hard to play with this puppy.” Matt said while moving his hands from in front of his groin.
 
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you are trying really hard to play with this puppy.”

Angel laughed, even blushing a bit as she donned Matt's boxers. She rolled the loose waist band over and over until the undergarment was tight enough around her tiny waist so as to not easily fall off. Then, walking up so close to him that her breasts nearly pressed against him, she looked up into his eyes and -- as she let a fingertip gently caress the full length of his shaft, from center mass of his crotch to the bulbous tip -- she said softly, "I like puppies. Particularly bad puppies."

Then, smiling wider, she turned to leave the room; if Matt didn't say or do something to stop her, Angel would leave his house and head back to her own. She had no preference to which occurred, because she knew that this game had only just begun.
 
It was a good thing Angel had clothes on at that point because if she was still naked when she ran her finger along his cock he might have caved and pinned her up against the wall and fuck her. He sighed softly feeling her finger on his cock, it even twitched in response to her touch. Matt said nothing but knew if anyone was going to get his “puppy” to go bad it was going to be Angel.

He watched as she left the room and he walked her out of the house. Once the door was closed he pressed his back against it and let out a big sigh of relief. He survived this battle in staying faithful to his wife but if there were more he wasn’t sure how much longer he could resist the sexy teen. He went into the bathroom and dropped his shorts. He began stroking his long throbbing cock while thinking solely about Angel. He came so hard but stayed erect so he stroked out a second load before his cock began to soften. Matt leaned back against the sink breathing deeply.

After a shower he got dress in jeans and a tshirt. While having breakfast he couldn’t stop thinking about Angel and wondered if she was going to keep acting like this towards him. Secretly he loved the attention she was giving him and interest she showed in him but knew it was dangerous to his marriage. Matt had off from work so he focused on some work around the house.

Around noon a package was delivered to his house. It was the part he was waiting on to fix Angel’s pipes. They exchanged numbers shortly after meeting in case she ever needed help with anything around the house or had any emergencies. Matt sent her a text letting her know the part had been dropped off and that he can come over whenever to install it.
 
Whenever Angel texted Matt back. I might not be here. Back door unlocked.

That was the message Angel sent him a few minutes later, but it wasn't at all what Angel had planned for the day, of course. When he arrived and headed into her darkened bathroom from the hallway door he would be able to see through the second door -- which was open just a couple of inches -- Angel on her bed in a bikini ... with another female similarly dressed.

Jennifer was different from Angel in many ways: she was 5'8" to Angel's 5.4"; her hourglass frame measured to 34D-24-36 while Angel petite body barely reached 32B-22-32; she was fair skinned, blue eyed, and naturally blonde -- though lightened a bit more by chemicals -- while Angel's hair was reddish-brown, almost an auburn, and as natural as Mother nature had made it.

In one other way, though, they were very much the same: they both liked pussy as much as they liked cock. Whether Matt took a peek through the door or not, the pair would be kissing and licking and caressing at one another's bodies with energetic abandoned, preparing to begin removing one another's clothes.
 
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Matt’s phone buzzed and when he checked the text he let out a sigh of relief when she said she might not be there. He needed a break from the temptation from Angel. After a few more minutes he gathered his tool box from the garage and went over to Angel’s house. The back door was unlocked like she said and he made his way inside. Having been inside a couple times he was able to navigate his way to the bathroom.

After setting his toolbox inside the bathroom he went to turn the light on but then noticed that the door leading to Angel’s bedroom was cracked and the light was on. Matt slowly made his way over thinking she maybe just left her light on. When he perked through the door his jaw dropped when he saw Angel and some other girl making out. The blood rushed to his cock quickly as he watched the two teens in bikinis making out.

Suddenly he forgot all about the repairs he needed to make and was focusing on the girls. The fabric on his jeans growing tight as his big cock grew so stiff. He bit his lip and started to rub his cock from the outside of his pants.
 
Angel knew Matt had entered the house but only because she'd been expecting him and heard him. Jennifer thought she had, too, but Angel reassured the other young beauty that she was imagining things.

They were all over each other, with Angel suspecting they were being watched by her neighbor. She knew she shouldn't be doing this to Jennifer -- or to Matt, either -- but it was so fucking satisfying.

She gave Matt enough time to settle in for his free peep show before pulling loose the bowed bikini thongs at Jennifer's hips to loose the skimpy bottoms. Pulling the small faux-deerskin triangle of cloth away from the one year older beauty, Angel immediately dropped her head between the blonde's thighs and got to work.

Jennifer arched her back and gasped at the sudden pleasure of Angel's lips and tongue on her lips and clit, crying out, "Oh, Jesus!"

As she rapidly lapped at the other girl's folds and nub, Angel's hands caressed upwards to push Jennifer's top away from the firm globes they were concealing before clutching and pinching them eagerly.

"Harder," Jennifer begged, "harder!"
 
Matt couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Angel with her head between her friend’s legs eating her out. Her ass was up in the air and all Matt could think about was coming into the room peeling her bottoms to the side and slipping his cock inside of her. He only seen something like this in porn so to be seeing it in person was so much sexier.

Something came over him and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. As he watched the two teens he began to slowly stroke his throbbing cock. Wishing he had a better view or even better was in there joining the two. His heart racing as he watched.
 
Jennifer had always cum easily, which was why Angel had picked her to come over this morning instead of one of the other four or five female friends who would have gladly had her pussy eaten out. Ironically, two or three of them would have done if knowing Matt was watching and at least one of them would have invited him to participate. But that wouldn't have been as much fun for Angel.

It only took a couple of minutes for Matt's neighbor to drive the shapely blonde to her climax. Jennifer reached for the headboard slats, grabbed tightly as her body tensed, drew and held a deep breath that made her bosom appear even larger than it already was, then gasped out in a cry of deep satisfaction. Her legs and arms were visibly trembling, maybe even to the man hiding in the bathroom for the longest time as the waves of ecstasy surged through her entirety.

Then, Jennifer started laughing, reaching down to take a handful of Angel's hair and pulled the girl's face from her crotch. "Stop! Oh, Jesus Christ, Ang', ya gotta stop!"

Jennifer released her grip on Angel as the latter sat up between the former's thighs. Her cheeks, chin, and lips glistened with the other woman's juices; Angel used a fingertip to wipe some of it off, sucking on her finger as she did. Then, she looked directly at the cracked bathroom door and asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

Thinking Angel was speaking to her, Jennifer laughed and cried out in deep delight, "Fuck yes, Ang', fuck yes. That was better than ever."

Angel stared at the door for a moment more, smiling, then looked back to Jennifer just as the more well rounded woman asked, "You want me to do you?"

"No, another time," Angel said, slipping off the bed. "My neighbor is supposed to come over soon to work on the bathroom."

Jennifer sat up suddenly, her heavy breathing still showing the effects of the spectacular orgasm in the movement of her generous bosom. In absolute panic, she asked, "Was that him I heard earlier? Is he here? What if--?"

"Relax, he's not here, silly," Angel lied. "And if he was, he would have left once he'd seen us together."

"How do you know?" Jennifer continued, now standing and searching for her swim suit and the clothes she'd worn over them to get here earlier. "Guys love this kind of girl on girl action. He's probably hiding in there right now![/i]"

Jennifer was nodding her head toward the bathroom as she continued dressing.

"He's not in the bathroom watching us, Jenn'," Angel laughed as she moved toward the door. She opened it just enough to step inside and did so as she flipped on the light. She looked inside, saying, "See!"

Angel couldn't know whether or not Matt had actually stayed for the show, nor could she know -- if he had watched -- whether or not he'd been able to do so without grasping his cock, nor could she know whether or not he would be finished and/or his pants put back together. So, as she stepped into the bathroom, she had no idea what she might or might not see. Either way, she was fine with it all and wouldn't let Jennifer know either way.
 
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