Carly & Jason

It was late in the spring, and Carly had just gotten home from a hectic week at work. The afternoon was still warm despite the setting sun, and the light breeze carried the fragrance of the jasmine from her garden.

As she entered the house, locking the front door behind her, Carly took off her shoes and dumped her handbag on the side table. She went to have a quick shower before changing into a lightweight sleeveless knee-length dress. Feeling slightly more human, Carly headed out to the backyard to water her plants.

Despite having just had a cool shower, Carly enjoyed some of the water spray from the hose that drifted over her thanks to the breeze. She finished up in the garden and decided she could really do with a glass of sparkling wine.

As she came back into the kitchen, leaving the back door open so she could enjoy the late afternoon breeze, Carly poured herself a glass of wine. Intending to take just a sip, it was hard to stop herself from drinking the whole glass because it was so cool and refreshing.

Carly drained the glass in a matter of minutes and decided to pour herself another one. Quickly forgetting that she hadn't eaten lunch that day, she could feel the alcohol going to her head. It didn't help that it was still quite warm, so she decided to go and have a lay down on the bed before preparing dinner.

With the cool breeze billowing through the curtains, Carly found a 'Chill Out' playlist on her music player. She switched on the bedside lamp as she laid down on her back, thinking it would help to make sure she didn't fall asleep (since the sun was setting). Carly just needed a quick power nap...

* * *

Jason was a 38-year-old tradie who was glad to have finished at the job site for the week. He pulled his ute into the driveway as the sun was starting to set.

As he got out of his ute, Jason could smell a hint of jasmine in the air which drew a smile. He had grown to enjoy the sweet scent, ever since his next-door neighbour Carly had started growing them.

Ahh...Carly...his thoughts drifted to his neighbour. Despite her 32 years on paper, he thought she hardly even looked like a 25-year-old.

Jason and Carly had been neighbours for a few years now, after Carly moved into the cottage next door. They had a friendly and sometimes flirtatious relationship. Despite an obvious attraction between them, for a variety of reasons, they had never taken it further.

Jason stood at nearly 6ft tall, with a fit build thanks to his many years as a carpenter. He had dishevelled dark brown hair that he kept mostly collar length. Jason didn't bother much with styling it and would often wear a trucker-style cap to help keep the longer strands from getting into his face while he worked.

Jason didn't care much for facial hair, so despite his outwardly scruffy appearance, he was usually clean shaven. This past week had been particularly busy for Jason, with earlier starts than usual. It meant that he hadn't had time for a shave in the last few days, so there was some stubble on his face.

For some men, this kind of stubble just made them look untidy. For Jason, it happened to make him look even better. That wasn't his opinion...he knew the ladies liked it and he didn't mind the attention. He certainly wouldn't mind if the attention came from Carly.

Jason shucked his work boots off at the front door, before heading to the bathroom to have a shower. He was looking forward to enjoying a cool beer out the back on his patio. Maybe he'd get to chat with Carly. When they'd briefly exchanged greetings yesterday morning, she said she'd be home...

* * *

Despite not planning on falling asleep, the wine coupled with the cool breeze and relaxing music, meant that Carly soon succumbed to dreamland.

In her slumber, Carly's body became completely relaxed. One arm by her side, the other resting comfortably on her stomach. Her legs had drifted apart, and the gentle movement of early slumber had made her dress bunch up slightly underneath her.

Carly was dreaming that she was laying in the shade on a sun lounge by a shimmering pool. She was wearing a floppy hat and some sunnies, as well as a modest bikini swimsuit with ties to hold the sides together. Carly was pleased with her swimsuit, as it had taken her a long time to find one that covered everything appropriately, but also looked good at the same time.

In her dream, Carly was alone in the pool area, except for the good-looking man she was smiling at and chatting with. She couldn't quite make out his face, but he had dark brown hair that was slightly untidy, and he hadn't shaved in a few days.

Mmm...Carly loved that stubbly look. Few men could pull it off and look good. This man was one of them. Who was he? She was squinting to try and work it out but his face was too hazy for her to see, yet he seemed somehow familiar.

The good-looking man was asking Carly if she'd like him to help her with applying the sunscreen. She happily accepted, and turned onto her stomach to make it easier for him.

Carly shifted slightly to the side of the sun lounge so the man could perch on the edge next to her. He squeezed some sunscreen into his hands and started to rub it into Carly's shoulders.

His hands were slightly rough ("he must work with his hands" Carly thought to herself). Despite the roughness of his hands, Carly could tell he was strong yet gentle. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as the man treated her to a mini massage.

Carly's lazy sun-addled mind started to drift...

* * *

After his shower, Jason dressed for comfort in a tank top and workout shorts. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and made his way out to the patio.

The setting of the sun had made the sky a pale purple and blue, as early evening descended.

Jason looked towards Carly's little cottage, wondering what she was up to. His curiosity piqued as he saw the light from a lamp in the bedroom window, yet he could tell no other lights were on in the house.

Carly was home, because he'd seen her car in the driveway as he pulled into his own driveway earlier.

Jason could hear a kind of banging sound coming from Carly's back door, so he left his beer on the table beside his outdoor chair and walked over to check on Carly's place.

As Jason approached Carly's back door, he could see that it was ajar. He couldn't tell where the sound had come from, but perhaps the breeze had made the door open and close.

Jason lightly knocked at Carly's back door, while also calling out to her. Despite the door being open, Carly didn't respond, so Jason stepped into the house. There was a half-empty bottle of wine on the kitchen bench, condensation pooling around the base of the bottle.

"Carly?" Jason called again. Still no response.

Now he was inside, Jason could faintly hear some music playing. He went to the hallway, listening to where the music was coming from. The soft glow from a lamp was spilling onto the floor at the end of the hallway, so Jason tentatively padded along to see if Carly was there.

At the back of his mind, Jason was thinking maybe he shouldn't be inside Carly's home, but he also told himself he was making sure she was ok.

Jason had made his way to the room with the lamp, and when he looked inside, he realised it was Carly's bedroom.

A sleeping Carly was sprawled out on her stomach on the bed. Jason glimpsed a nearly empty glass of wine on the bedside table. The early evening breeze was cool through the curtains, and Jason liked the music he could hear from the music player.

"Ahem..." Jason cleared his throat.

"Carly..." he whispered.

No response.

He moved closer.

"Carly..." he said, a little louder this time.

Carly stirred slightly, but she didn't wake up.

Jason reached out to touch Carly's shoulder, lightly shaking her. Still nothing.

Having been drawn to her slender legs on display, before he could stop himself, Jason was lightly brushing his fingers along Carly's calf.

He couldn't help it that his dick responded at the same time. Jason felt it twitch and start to come to life.

Jason told himself he was just trying to wake Carly. He never intended to get turned on.

* * *

In Carly's dream-state, she knew the man who had started rubbing sunscreen on her shoulders was now rubbing it into her calves. Only it didn't feel like he had sunscreen, he was just running his hands up and down her calves.

Carly didn't mind...it felt really nice and she was happy to stay laying on the sun lounge in her dreams, enjoying a man's hands on her skin.

Who was this mystery man though? She hadn't been able to make out his face before, but she felt like she must know who he was.

Carly squirmed a little on the sun lounge, languishing in the feel of his hands on her skin. She noticed a fluttery feeling, low in her stomach. It told her that she was enjoying this.

Slowly the man's hands began to drift upwards, to start rubbing the backs of Carly's thighs.

* * *

Jason had continued to rub his hands up and down Carly's calves. He loved the feel of her smooth skin under his work-rough hands.

Carly moved in her sleep and Jason jumped back, thinking he'd woken her. She didn't wake, though her movements had made the dress she was wearing expose the backs of her upper thighs.

Jason resumed his exploring, slowly moving his hands towards Carly's thighs. He started massaging her thighs with more pressure, running his hands up and down, slowly trailing up the outside of her thighs, then back down towards her inner thighs.

His hands rubbed up and down the backs of Carly's thighs for several minutes, knowing that as he did so, he was slowly inching his body closer to hers.

Jason couldn't help himself any longer, so he leaned over and traced his lips along Carly's leg that was closest to him, trailing small, soft kisses all the way up to the backs of her thighs.

"Damn...you smell so good." Jason mumbled to Carly.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling Carly's thighs. He reasoned with himself that she hadn't woken up by now, surely she won't notice if he explores a little more...?

* * *

Carly was enjoying the man's hands on her body when all of a sudden, she felt his lips planting soft kisses up her leg. Before she even had a chance to react, the man straddled her thighs.

She instinctively pulled her legs together, but that only caused her to become aware of the dampness that was already collecting between her thighs.

In fact, Carly couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on. Especially not in her dreams! "If only it were real", she thought to herself. She tried again to think of who the man could be, but still couldn't see his face.

Carly wouldn't mind if it was Jason from next door. He was a bit of alright...a nice specimen of a man. He was so tall compared to her shorter frame. And even though she tried her best, she couldn't budge the few extra kilos that seemed to linger on her hips and breasts. She knew that men like Jason had no problem with where she carried the extra weight though!

Her mind drifted back to the sun lounge and the man who was straddling her thighs and lightly caressing her back. Carly could feel her breasts pressing into the lounge underneath her, and she could even feel that her nipples had begun to harden in response to the attention of the man's hands.

* * *

Since he was now straddling Carly's thighs, Jason moved to trail his fingers lightly up and down Carly's back. He could feel his hardness pushing against his shorts, and he was thankful that he'd decided to go commando after his shower so he could grow without the restriction of underwear.

Speaking of underwear, it seemed like Carly wasn't wearing a bra! Jason couldn't feel anything except the dress on Carly's back. His dick twitched again at the thought that perhaps she'd also gone commando under her dress. He slowly eased back from her thighs to perch himself further down her legs, thinking he might catch a glimpse of something.

Jason felt Carly wriggle slightly under him, and he panicked that she was waking up. She soon settled again and even made a rather cute little snort as she remained asleep.

Jason was fighting an inner war with himself at the same time. He was beyond the point of being able to explain any of his actions away if Carly woke up. He also knew that if he didn't stay, he would always wonder, "what if?".

* * *

Carly was drawn back to the poolside as she felt the man shuffle further down, straddling her knees now. She thought she felt an unmistakable hardness press into her ass momentarily as he moved, and she wriggled slightly to try and check, but the moment had passed.

The man was saying something to her, but she couldn't quite make out what it was. Something about a door and wine. Carly could suddenly smell the jasmine that was flowering near the pool, and it reminded her of home.

Carly smiled as she allowed the man to continue to rub her back. Though, since he had shuffled further down, his hands started to rub her lower back and the top of her ass cheeks.

Carly wanted to tell him that he could keep doing what he was doing, but for some reason she couldn't hear her words. Perhaps she was just so sleepy thanks to the impromptu massage?

* * *

Jason had just been telling Carly that he came over to check on her because he had heard her back door banging. He told her that he saw the wine on the kitchen bench, and he became a little concerned when she didn't answer his calling out.

He couldn't quite believe what was happening though. Jason was rubbing Carly's lower back and the top of her ass cheeks now. As he finished telling Carly his reason for being there, she smiled a little in her sleep and whispered, "keep doing what you're doing".

Was this for real?! Jason had been silently berating himself for even being here, and yet Carly was telling him to keep going.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Jason allowed his hands to wander further down onto Carly's ass, slowly caressing the curvy globes. He could feel his dick harden even more in his shorts, and even detected a bit of pre-cum leaking.

As he became more confident in his actions, Jason began to massage Carly's ass more firmly. He was grasping her cheeks and moving them up and down and side to side. Carly's dress had ridden further up now to just barely cover her ass, and Jason caught his first glimpse of Carly's bare ass -- she WAS commando!

Before he could stop himself, Jason was massaging Carly's ass cheeks underneath the edge of her dress. Her skin was soft and silky smooth, and Jason found himself roaming his hands around on Carly's ass and towards her hips, then back again. He massaged the supple skin, watching how it stretched under his fingertips.

His big hands were really moving around now, from Carly's ass cheeks, across to her hips, down her side slightly to the back of her thighs, and then back up to her ass. Each time he was moving his hands up her thighs, Jason slowly allowed his thumbs to dip between her legs just a little.

He didn't linger in one area, though Jason was allowing his thumbs to really manoeuvre between Carly's legs with each new journey around her ass. Jason could even feel the heat emanating from between Carly's legs.

Was it his imagination, or did Carly just raise her hips a little towards him? Jason groaned.

He was entranced with what he was doing, and slowly leaned forward to nuzzle into Carly's ass. He used his thumbs to gently ease her cheeks apart a little, and he kissed her softly where he had exposed more skin. Jason's tongue snaked out of his mouth to lightly lick at Carly's inner ass cheeks. He licked further towards her puckered entrance with each new swipe of his tongue.

* * *

Carly was pushing her hips back a little, as she could feel the man was really getting into her ass now. He must have stealthily untied her bikini bottoms, because she felt the man's stubble directly on her ass cheeks as he nuzzled into her.

Suddenly, his tongue was between her cheeks! Carly was shocked, but because it felt so good, she let him keep doing it. The man's hands slowly grasped at her hips, using his thumbs to pull her ass cheeks apart, allowing his tongue easier access. Carly couldn't help but moan and push her ass back to encourage the man to continue.

Any hesitation that Carly had of being so exposed in a public place fell by the wayside as she felt each swipe of the man's tongue along her puckered entrance. He was slowly drawing his tongue further down each time, and Carly could feel it brush at her pussy lips.

The man eased away all of a sudden, and Carly groaned in disappointment. He was soon assisting her to turn over on the sun lounge, so he could access her from the front.

Carly was happy for the opportunity to see him from a better angle and try to work out who he was. She was clearly a little overheated (and not from the sun), because her eyes couldn't quite focus on the man's face.

* * *

Jason was so turned on right now. Carly's little moans and the way she pushed her ass towards his tongue had spurred him to keep going.

Once Carly was on her back, Jason checked to see that she was still asleep. Surely she would have woken up by now from all the stimulation?! "She must be a heavy sleeper," he thought to himself.

As Jason gazed down at Carly on the bed, he noticed her face and decolletage was slightly flushed and even had a light sheen of perspiration, and her breathing seemed to be a little bit faster. Since Carly had been moved, her dress had worked its way up over her hips, and Jason now had a clear view of her delectable-looking pussy before him.

Aside from a small landing strip, Jason could see that Carly was waxed smooth, and his mouth salivated at the thought of how she might taste. He could already see a shiny wetness on Carly's pussy lips. Maybe the result of his earlier ass-tasting, but also there seemed to be a slickness to the wetness that told him it was not just his saliva.

Jason eased towards the juncture in Carly's thighs, crawling up from the foot of the bed and settling himself between her legs. He was looking at her gorgeous pussy and just starting to smell her arousal, when he glanced up to check again that Carly was still asleep. Her breathing was still a little faster than one might expect of a sleeping person, but she also wasn't sitting up and pushing him away.

He reached out with one hand and gently stroked Carly's inner thigh, enjoying the smooth skin under his fingertips. Jason's hand continued its journey, his fingertips moving towards Carly's smooth pussy lips. With a fingertip on each, Jason traced down her pussy lips and then slowly brought his fingers back to the top of her mons. He did that several times, each time moving slightly closer to be parting her lips with his fingers.

Carly moaned and wriggled a little, unconsciously pushing her pussy towards Jason's touch. Jason used his thumb and forefingers and gently eased Carly's puffy pussy lips apart. Finally, he could properly see her inner lips, slick with her nectar. With his fingers holding her lips apart, Jason edged his mouth towards Carly's pussy, eager to finally taste her.

* * *

Carly couldn't help but moan and wriggle slightly on the sun lounge. The man had spread her pussy lips and then used his tongue to swipe from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit. She involuntarily pushed her hips towards his mouth, welcoming the intrusion.

Carly glanced down to see the man's head between her legs, unable to see his face while he was busy lapping at her pussy. His tongue was teasing her, slowly taking long swipes up her pussy, reaching her clit and then starting all over again. She felt him nuzzle in a little more and then he was licking and kissing all around the top of her pussy but not directly on her clit.