She's Moving AwaybyBrighton©
Marilyn, the woman who lives next door, has always fascinated me. She’s not a world class beauty, has a few wrinkles and is a little over weight but attractive to me none the less.
As an empty-nester couple, she and her husband are involved with their church and a few civic and neighborhood projects as volunteers. I’ve been out to dinner with them a few times. Love her.....can’t stand him. He’s a professional, religious snob.
When I moved in about eight years ago, she and her husband welcomed me with a pot of coffee and some homemade bread. Her husband doesn’t say much but she makes up for it by being so sweet and charming.
One morning, about a month or so after I had settled in, I was looking out the kitchen window at nothing in particular when I saw her bring the household garbage to the curb for the weekly pick up. In the predawn light, I watched as she struggled with the big plastic container.
She was wearing a long, white t-shirt that came down about mid thigh. ‘My God.’ I thought, ‘ My God. Look at her tits.’ I had never noticed them before as I had only seen her in conservative garb and now, to see her in a t-shirt, I could see she had, not tits, but jugs. Really large, beautiful, hanging jugs.
She’s a short little thing but her legs, what I could see of them, were quite shapely. I had always guessed her age to be about fifty or so but, ‘Wow.’ I thought, ‘What a nice body for a fifty something lady.’
For the rest of the day I couldn’t forget the sight of her enormous breasts, jiggling and swaying under her t-shirt, as she struggled with that big garbage can while she pulled and walked it down the driveway to the curb. I couldn’t forget how her tits bounced freely as she quickly ran back up the driveway and into her house before, I’m sure she thought, anyone could see her dressed so scandalously.
That memory was the inspiration for more than one masturbatory fantasy of mine for a number of years.
A few days ago, I was disappointed to learn that their place was up for sale. They were moving out of state to be closer to their children. Marilyn, and her big beautiful tits, would be gone from my life.
I arrived home from work one evening, just after dark, and saw the light on in Marilyn’s garage. I strolled over, peeked in the window and saw the lovely woman sorting items to be packed for their move. She was wearing one of those wonderful long t-shirts that covered her down to about mid thigh and as she busied herself, I watched as those wonderful big tits swayed and jiggled as she worked.
After watching her for a few minutes, I finally got up the nerve to go to the side door of the garage, slowly open it and say a soft, ‘Hi. Hubby got you doing this all by your lonesome?’
After a startled, “OH!” she turned to me and smiled and said, “Brian, you startled me. Yes, I’ll be doing this alone, for a few days anyway. He picked now to go on a retreat with the men’s group from church. Uh....you know, I’m not really dressed for company right now so............”
‘Oh, you look just fine.’ I interrupted. ‘With all you have to do, a baggy T-shirt on a hot Summer night in a hot garage is the perfect attire.’ Smiling, I stepped into the garage, closed the door behind me and said, ‘And I’m here to help if you want me. Just let me know what I can do.’
“Okay Mr Helpful Neighbor, as long as you’ll ignore my ratty outfit.’
‘I promise.’ I replied.
As we looked at the chore at hand, she said, “And so it begins.”
I paused a moment and replied, ‘No. And so it ends.’
“I meant the packing. What did you mean? What ends?” she asked.
‘You end. You leave. I don’t get to see you anymore and that’s a shame. I’ve really enjoyed you as a neighbor.’
“Oh. Well, that’s sweet of you and I’ve enjoyed you as a neighbor too Brian but I’m sure another couple will be taking our place and you’ll forget all about us.”
‘Marilyn, it’s you I’m going to miss. Not you and your husband.’
“Are you serious? Why just me? Don’t you like my husband?”
‘I like your husband just fine. He’s a nice man and a good neighbor but.....’
‘Well, if I may say, he’s not the one I’ve had a crush on for the past few years.’
“Yeah right!............Wait a minute...are you serious? You’ve had a crush on me?”
‘I still do Marilyn. It started with your being so nice to me when I moved in and how you look and all the chats we’ve had and well, everything.’
With a confused expression on her face, she replied, “How I Iook?”
‘Yes, how you look. It’s.......well, you’re a lovely.... how should I say ........your...your body....your figure.....you’re a good looking woman Marilyn. What man wouldn’t have a crush on you?’
“Oh come on. You’re kidding right?”
‘No I’m not. Not at all. I don’t think you know what a turn on you are.’
“You’re crazy. What in the world makes me, of all people, a...uh... turn on?”
I hesitated for a moment and said, ‘I really shouldn’t have said that to you. I’m sorry. I’ve embarrassed you. I’ll leave’
As I started to leave, she said, “Now wait a minute buster you can’t just start......”
‘Do you really want me to tell you?’
“Well, maybe not. I don’t know where this is going. But.....really? You think I’m a turn on?”
“Okay, I’ll bite. What makes me a turn on?”
After an uncomfortable pause, while I decided whether or not to say it, I quietly replied, ‘Your breasts Marilyn. I’m sorry but......you have incredible breasts.’
Her face slowly flushed and her eyes widened as she heard me say the word, ‘breasts’. Then she inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled the words, “Oh, Brian, that’s naughty.”
‘Your big, beautiful, round, shapely breasts. There. I said it.’
“Really,” she whispered, “........that’s very naughty of you to say that. You shouldn’t say those things to me”
‘And your legs. I have always loved watching you while you puttered about in the garden.’
“My Legs? You watched me?”
‘Many times. And your ass.’
“Oh! Oh my goodness Brian.”
The word, ‘ass’ got her attention and she gasped again. ‘I have loved watching your ass as you would bend over to pull weeds or plant flowers. It’s so nice....and round .........and plump. Just like your beautiful breasts.’
“I.........I had no idea......my God.......you........you watched me.”
I walked toward her and said, ‘I’m sorry if what I’m saying is offending you but you’re leaving and I wanted you to know that.....that you’re hot. You are a very, very hot lady.’
“But I’m over fifty years old. My husband doesn’t....I mean, he didn’t even think I was, as you say, ‘hot’ even when we were young. I mean my face has wrinkles and.......”
‘Your face is beautiful, your tits are beautiful, your legs are beautiful, your ass is beautiful, you........are beautiful.’
“My............tits. My husband has never used that word. Oh Brian. Oh my. You said, ‘tits’ You said my, ‘tits.”
‘Yes Marilyn.......your tits. Your enormous tits, your jugs, that are so wonderful, so big and so beautiful.’
‘Yes Marilyn. Haven’t you heard that word used to describe large breasts like yours?’
“I.....uhhhh......no I guess not. Oh gee. Oh.”
“Do you like that word? Jugs?’
Another wave of redness filled her face as she folded her arms across her chest as she replied, “I’m still having a hard time with the word, ‘tits’.
‘It’s okay Marilyn I know you’re a little flustered by all this and so am I and I apologize but..........I have just loved looking at your tits so often over the years I had to tell you. I know it’s wrong.’
“Yes Brian, it is wrong.” As she spoke, her breathing began to quicken and she folded her arms tighter across her chest.
‘Marilyn,’ I said softly, ‘Relax. Unfold your arms...and relax. Go ahead, unfold your arms and put them at your sides?’
“.......Why?” she asked breathlessly.
‘Because I’ve looked at your beautiful breasts so many times without you knowing it.....I thought....I thought that....I mean I’d like you to know what it feels like to know a man, that’s not your husband, thinks you’re beautiful.’ After a long pause, the befuddled lady slowly lowered her arms and quietly replied, “.....Okay but....”
‘Shhhhhhhh......’ I interrupted. ‘Don’t speak. Just let me look at you.’
Then stepping closer to her, I put my hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes and then down to her enormous rack. “They’re so lovely. So big. Do you see me looking at them?......Does it make you feel hot that a man is standing just inches away from you, admiring.........your breasts?’
After a pause, she whispered, “It...........feels......scary. I don’t think......”
‘Are you frightened of me?’
“............Not of you but.......I think you...I think that it’s......’
As she tried searching for words, I put my hands around her waist and pulled her toward me, then reached behind her and ran my hands up and down her back.
‘No brassiere Marilyn?’
“.......No.” She replied softly.
‘You don’t need one.’ Then, whispering, I asked, ‘Does your husband like it when you don’t wear one?’
Whispering back, she replied, “He doesn’t care anything about it.”
‘But when he puts his hands around your rib cage, like this, and rubs his thumbs up and down under your breasts.........like this.......do you like it?’
Looking down at her tits, as I fondled them, she gasped, “Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh.....no....he never Oh! ohhhhhh does this. Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhhh.”
‘Can you feel me touching the bottom of your tits with my thumbs Marilyn?’
‘Your tits feel so good Marilyn. Your tits feel so, really, really good.’ As I toyed with her, I said, ‘I’m going to put both my hands on your breasts and softly squeeze them Marilyn.......is that okay? Can I make love to your pretty tits with my hands?’
I could feel her shudder and quietly continue to moan as I opened my hands and placed one on each enormous breast and gently squeezed them, taking her moans to mean that I could keep fondling her.
Through her t-shirt, I could feel her nipples and so gave them some attention. I pinched one of them lightly while I continued to fondle her other breast. Then, lightly pinched both of her nipples at the same time. Then I alternated between pinching and fondling.
Her head rolled back and she began panting. “Ahhhhhh.....ahhhh.. ohhhhh.......ohhhhh. What are you doing to me......what are you......ohhhhhh”
‘I’m making love to your tits Marilyn. I’m making love to you like your husband should. Do you like it? Do you like what I’m doing to you?’
‘Do you and your husband fuck Marilyn?’
“We........no we....oohhhh....don’t use that word...ohhhh.”
‘What word Marilyn?’ I asked as I continued to pinch and fondle her jugs, ‘What word don’t you use....tell me the word. Is the word, Fuck?’
“Yes.........Fuck.....we don’t say Fuck.....I mean, that word.”
‘But you like saying the word Fuck today don’t you Marilyn? Because your husband isn’t here you can say it can’t you? Say it Marilyn. Say Fuck.’
“......Ohhhhhhhhh.......fuck. Ohhhhhhhhhfuck...oh...oh my...ohhhhhhfuck.”
‘Oh Marilyn....that word sounds so nice when you say it. Kiss me Marilyn and keep saying the word, Fuck. Ohhhhhhh yessss....ohhhhhhhhhfuck yes. Lick my lips Marilyn. Lick them. That’s it. That’s it. Give me your tongue. Give me your tongue so I can suck it.........ohhhhh.’
As I sucked her tongue in and out of my mouth and fondled her breasts, I whispered, ‘Marilyn. I’m going to lift the front of your t-shirt now, to see your naked titties. Can I do that? Do I have your permission?’
“Y...Y...Yes” she stuttered, “ You.....yes....you can. Pull my....yes I want you to look at them and touch them.”
‘That’s nice sweetie. Raise your hands now sweetie, put them on the top of your head sweetie........go ahead. Top of your head. Keep kissing me. Keep kissing.’
As her hands raised, I grasped the bottom of her T-shirt and slowly rolled it up over her breasts. They were beautiful. The tits on this older woman were enormous.
‘My God Marilyn.....they’re beautiful.....your tits......your tits are so big.....so beautiful........ohhhhhh and you kiss so good........ohhhh your tits, your tits. Your titties are naked now aren’t they sweetie......’
“Yes they are..........my tit’s are.......”
I’m playing with them now and lifting them. Look down sweetie....look down at your beautiful titties.......see how I lift them?.......See my big hands on your naked titties Marilyn? Tell me what I’m doing Marilyn.....tell me.....’
‘Squeezing what Marilyn.......squeezing what?.........tell me.....’
‘Yes.....a man is squeezing and fondling your big titties isn’t he......the man is not your husband is it sweetie?’
“Nooooo....you’re not my husband....you’re......it’s.............ohhh...”
‘Do you wish your husband could see you now Marilyn? Do you?’
“Ohhhhhh.....my husband......if he saw me now...ohhhhh....”
“And your children Marilyn?........What would they think if they saw me playing with your beautiful, naked breasts.....hmmmm?’
“Ohhhhh dear........my children....they......ohhhhh.”
Her moaning turned into rapid panting as I played with her tits and her mind. I glanced down to see the rest of her body, to discover that she was wearing only panties. She started shaking and grunting and then let out a loud gasp as my right hand went down and slipped between her legs. I began a slow sawing motion over her panty covered cunt and then flicked my middle finger back and forth over her clit.
“My fingers are playing with your pussy now Marilyn. Do you like it? I can feel your special button. Your clit Marilyn. You’re very naughty aren’t you? You’re only wearing panties out here in the garage and you look so sexy. I’m feeling your pussy with my fingers...........do you like it? Tell me Honey, do you like it.?’
“Ahhhhhhh....... yes Honey. Ohhhhhhhh yes Honey.” She breathlessly replied.
‘Would you like me to keep playing with your pussy Marilyn? Would you?’
“Play with it......yes...play with it.....play with it.........play with my pussy.” She was off in another world. “Call me Honey again..please.....please call me Honey again. My husband never......”
‘Okay Honey.........Honey, I’m going to slip my hand down the front of your panties now Honey........is that what you want me to do?’
“Yessss.....that’s what I want you to do......yes...put your hand inside my panties......Your hand is......ohhhhh your fingers are...ohhhh....yes, feel me.”
My hand slipped inside her panties and down the front of her tummy to her hairy snatch.
“OH!” She gasped. “OH! OH! OH! OH! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! It’s good.....it’s good......it’s good.......it’s good.”
I played with her snatch hair by curling it around and around my fingers, until one of my circling fingers slipped between her pussy lips. Her head fell back and her eyes rolled up into their sockets when she felt it begin to slowly enter her.
As I started a slow, pussy, finger fuck, I whispered, “Should I go now Honey ........Marilyn? Do you want me to leave now........or should I stay....tell me what you want Honey.”
This delightful, older lady couldn’t speak coherently but her grunts and sighs made me finger fuck her a little faster........and a little deeper. She was now responding by undulating her hips as I thrust in and out of her. She was very wet and soft down there, perhaps like never before. And tight. Very tight.
‘Do you hear the sweet, juicy sounds that my finger is making as I slip it in and out of your pussy Marilyn? Do you hear it?’
“Ohhhhhhhh oh..oh..ohh.” Was her only response.
‘I’m giving your beautiful, hairy pussy a finger fuck Honey..........do you like your hairy pussy being finger fucked?’
“...Yesssss........finger fuck.....finger fuck....ohhhhh...finger......fucking me.”
‘Yes.....my finger is fucking you. Is it good Honey?’
“It’s.....good.....it’s......Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh..........It’s..........”
As I drove my finger into her deeper and deeper, I resumed fondling her breasts with my other hand.....a little more aggressively now and she seemed like she was going to go over the edge with the attention I was giving her breasts and her cunt. I leaned down and started applying soft wet kisses to her face. She responded like an animal, sucking and biting my tongue viciously as she took it in and out of her mouth. She was no longer the polite, church going, civic minded, neighbor lady I had known these past eight years.....she had allowed herself to become a fuck toy. A sweet, 53 year old, big titted, Fuck Toy. And I told her so.
‘Marilyn........Marilyn?........do you know what you are Honey?’ I put my lips to her ear and whispered, ‘you’re a Fuck Toy.’ I licked the inside of her ear and repeated the words, ‘You’re a Fuck Toy. You’re a Fuck Toy. You’re a Fuck Toy.’ over and over again as I fucked her ear with my tongue. Does your husband know that you’re a Fuck Toy?
I put a second finger into her cunt and she gasped at this new sensation. Her knees wobbled and then began to buckle but I held her up and slowed my fingers down. As she regained her balance she surprised the hell out of me when she whispered, “Keep your fingers still.....I want to fuck them.”
With my fingers held stiffly inside her cunt, she spread her feet and planted them flat on the floor and slowly started to bounce. Then, bouncing a little faster she began a low throaty wail as she moved her ass up and down over my fingers.
“Oh! Oh!......I’m a Fuck Toy. OH! OH! OH! A Fuck Toy. I’m....OH! OH! OH! OH!”
She was incredible! Her stupid husband! Her stupid, fucking husband has been married to this....this....Fuck Toy and doesn’t even know it!
“Take out your cock! Take out your cock.” She kept repeating, “Take out your cock! I wanna see it! I wanna see it! I wanna see a cock! I wanna see it!”
I managed to keep my fingers inside her pussy while I hurriedly undid my zipper, reached in and pulled out my cock.
“I wanna touch it! I wanna touch it! I wanna touch a cock! I wanna touch a cock!”
She had gone mad. Pushing my fingers out of her cunt, she fell to her knees and put her face just inches from my stiff, bobbing dick. Her eyes crossed as she got closer. Then looking up into my eyes, she whispered, “Can I give you a kiss down here? Can I kiss it?”
I nodded a slow yes and she kissed it. Then she kissed it again. And again. Then she rubbed her face around on it, paused and said, “The tip of it is sticky. Can I kiss it where it’s sticky?”
I nodded again and she placed her sweet lips on the tip of my dick and kissed my pre cum till it formed a string between her mouth and my cock. Looking up at me again she licked her lips and said softly, “I like it. What do I do now?”
‘Lower your jaw........and let me put it inside your mouth.’
“Inside my mouth?”
After a deep sigh, she opened wide and I stepped in a little and placed my cock between her lips. ‘Now lick the tip.’ As she did, I told her to keep licking as I slowly entered her mouth. She did. And it was wonderful feeling her tongue wagging against the underside of my cock.
I didn’t know how far into her mouth I could go so I proceeded slowly. After inserting about three inches, she coughed, gave a little gag and her eyes grew wide and filled with tears. I pushed in a little more and she began breathing heavily through her nose. I pulled out and asked if she was okay.
She gave a nod, said, “I’ve never done this.” and with her big eyes starring up into mine, she opened her mouth wide again. So I put it in again. A little further this time and told her to, ‘Suck it.’ And she sucked my cock while I slowly fucked her sweet little face.