Caught Ch. 01

"For fuck's sake Peter! Just shut up and piss off to work!"

I sighed, there went another lovely afternoon. The sun was shining, the garden was doing its usual sun-trap thing in the garden, and everything would have been perfect were it not for the couple next door. I kicked the recycling box I had just emptied into the bin, and swore sotto voce in disgust. The unexpected silence from next door let me know that maybe I hadn't been quite as sotto as I had intended. I heard the front door slam, and then the neighbour's motorbike kicked into life and roared away.

It's not just that they argued, it was the fact they argued all the time, and they didn't care where they did it. When my wife and I argue, I make damn sure it's inside behind closed doors, but they seemed to use the garden as their main area for disagreement. So many days when it was nice, they'd be out there shouting at the top of their voices, making our garden a no-go area when all you wanted was a bit of peace and quiet on a sunny day.

I finished up with the recycling, tidied up the rest of the garden, and went to put the bin outside for the morning pick-up. As I did so Sam was packing her son and daughter into a friend's car, obviously off out to a party as he was carting a wrapped present and she had a card, and there were three other kids in the car. As we made eye contact, I kind of nodded at their mum, just to maintain a degree of civility between us. In return I got a blank stare, not a hint of acknowledgement. Oops, I thought to myself, she definitely overheard me. Oh well, it's not like we were bosom buddies or anything, I could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times she had talked to me, and she had never initiated a conversation once. We'd introduced ourselves when they'd moved in, knew that she was a nurse and he was a cop, working up with the Met in London, had even invited them around for dinner once, but they blew us out at short notice and we had hardly talked since.

Five minutes later, I went out for a ciggie. I've been smoking for a couple of years now, but my wife doesn't know – if I have one at home I always wash my hands and face afterwards, and brush my teeth to get rid of the smell. I always make sure the doors and windows are closed on that side of the house where I smoke, the alley between ours and the brat kids house, in between the two kitchen doors.

As I lit up, I could hear her messing about on her patio, cleaning up after the kids probably. I blew out that first oh so satisfying cloud of smoke, and watched as an unexpected puff of wind took it over the fence between our gardens. The bustling stopped next door, and I could tell she was standing there, quite still.

I took another puff, and then, to my amazement, heard her voice.

"Tell me something, David, Jenny doesn't know you smoke, does she?"

What the hell? I thought, what was this about? "Um, no, no she doesn't actually. And to be honest I'd very much like to keep it that way, if that's not a problem." Jenny and I had had a major row once when I had gone out on the razz one night, snuck a ciggie off someone and come back smelling of smoke, and that was not an experience I wanted to go through again.

"Well, as it happens, that causes me a bit of an issue. It's not good to have secrets like that in a relationship, and I know Jenny hates smoking with a passion." Her voice was dripping with saccharine, and I was in no doubt now that she had heard me earlier.

I was thinking to myself that this was a bizarre conversation to be having through a fence with someone I barely know, and I was also a bit worried that this was going to lead up to her broaching the subject with Jenny and spilling the beans on me, with all of the subsequent shit that would drop on my head. And also, how in hell did she know what my wife thought about anything, surely they had barely ever talked?

"I tell you what, why don't you come over here a minute, and maybe we can talk this through to stop any unpleasantness".

At this point I was pretty low, I have to say, because I knew I was going to have to grovel to keep her quiet and stop her dropping me in it with Jenny. She had obviously heard me, was royally pissed about it, and was in a mood, and a position, to get some small measure of revenge for my pettiness earlier.

"Ah, OK, um, I'll pop over then." As I stubbed the cigarette out and hid the butt in a conveniently positioned beer can, I asked her "Um, so shall I come down the side path?"

"I'll get the door, come on in," came the reply.

As I walked out through my side gate and around to her door, my mind was spinning. Keep calm, don't lose your temper, be nice, apologise profusely and get out of there without letting it blow up, all these thoughts were running through my mind. As I got to her door, she opened it, looked at me, said "Come in," and walked down the passageway into her kitchen, leaving me to shut the door. As I went to do so, I have to admit I drew a deep breath – she was barefoot, wearing a pair of shorts that hugged her figure, and a sleeveless blouse top with a low cut neck that did nothing to conceal her body, quite the opposite in fact.

Now, although I didn't get along with Sam, I have to admit that she does have a nice body. She never wears much make-up, I've never seen her glammed up, but she is about a size 10-12, nice figure, wavy blonde hair and has a lovely cleavage. In a small pair of shorts, and a small top, she looked spectacular.

As I got to the kitchen, she was standing in the sliding door, silhouetted against the sunlit garden, and I saw absolutely nothing to make me change my mind about her looks. Her blouse was very sheer, and it was plain from the way the sun shone through it that she was braless underneath. I was a bit taken aback – most of the time I saw her she was a bit frumpy, as if she wanted to look plain, yet here she was, looking absolutely stunning.

Remembering where I was, and the situation I was in, I lifted my eyes off her body back to her face, to find her staring straight at my eyes. Aw crap, I thought, she's called me over to give me some grief, and caught me checking her body out. Five seconds in the room, and I've already messed up.

"I'm sorry," I stuttered, desperately trying to save the day. "That sun is a killer, can't stare into it at all," knowing as I said it that it was totally lame. Still she just stared at me, but then, incredibly, the corners of her mouth turned up. Just a bit, but there was a definite hint of a smile there.

"I'm sure," she said, and there was, definitely, a small smile there now. It changed her face, wiping away the normally down-turned mouth and frown that she wore so often, but there was something about it that didn't reach her eyes, and it put me slightly on edge.

"I don't really care what you do to yourself to screw up your life," she declared suddenly, face going cold again, confirming my reservations and making me realise that the whole caught-in-the-act thing was still alive. "If you want to smoke yourself to death, it's entirely up to you, but if you want to keep it secret then you're rather depending on other people. Namely me."

I stared at her, wondering where this was going. "Follow me," she said, and set of fback down the hall to her living room. Mutely I followed her, feeling any semblance of control spiralling away. She walked into the room, and sat herself down on the sofa, feet together, knees slightly apart, leaving me standing like a prat in front of her. "I'm prepared to keep this just between us," she said, looking up at me, "But it is going to take some effort from you to make that happen."

"What do you want?" I asked her, still clueless about what was about to happen.

Silently, she stood up, popped the button on her shorts, pulled them down to the floor and stepped out of them, then sat back down on the sofa, this time with her thighs apart, revealing a thick blonde bush of hair. "Eat me," she said, staring into my face with no trace of humour. I stood there for a second, pretty sure my mouth was agape – things like this just didn't happen – and she muttered "For God's sake," stood up, grabbed my unresisting hands and placed then firmly onto her breasts, looked into my eyes from six inches away and said "I want you to go down on me, and you'd better make me come," and sat back on the sofa, still holding my hands to her boobs, so that I got pulled forward and down to my knees.

I looked up at her face looking down at me with a determined and dead-serious expression, and finally switched off the thinking and allowed instinct to take over. I moved my hands, cupping her breasts, and feeling her hard nipples through her top, pinching them slightly and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, and then leant forward and took each nipple into my mouth in turn, kissing them and rolling my tongue around them through her top, feeling her body stiffen slightly and a small "Mmm" escape from her. For the first time, my dick started to harden and start pulsing, and I squirmed my hips around to try and give it a little freedom in my pants.

I pulled back slightly, dropping my hands to her butt cheeks, and pulled her forward until her pussy was right on the edge of the seat. Spreading her legs once more with my elbows, I leant down and put my nose close into her pussy, feeling her hair against my nose and lips, and inhaled deeply. She had a really strong aroma, and the irrelevant though "Someone hasn't had a shower today yet," popped into my head, and then I set about making sure she was going to need one later.

Opening her thighs even further, so she was splayed wide open to me, I gently kissed her pussy, up the top, through her hair, and felt a little jerk from her. Dropping down a touch, I kissed her again, firmer and with a little sucking action, used my tongue to push her pubic hair out of the way, then pulling her folds into my mouth, and my tongue started caressing them. I've always loved the taste of pussy, and she tasted gorgeous, a thick sensual flavour that turned me on even more. As I continued to tongue her, I reached down with one hand into my pants and manipulated my growing cock so it had freedom to fill itself.

Gently, keeping my lips wrapped around her, I eased my tongue between her lips, opening them and feeling the soft smooth liquid flesh beneath. I ran my tongue up her slit, concentrating on just the top of her, and feeling the little bump of her clitoris tucked away. With her lips opening up to me, I ran my tongue slowly up her again, starting lower down and tasting that slightly metallic flavour as I ran it up over her vagina and urethra, once again reaching her clit, but this time moving my mouth and allowing my tongue to stimulate her clit, feeling her stiffen as I rolled my tongue around and over her most sensitive of spots.

I used my thumbs to open her lips, and looked down at her exposed pussy, now glistening slightly with a mixture of my saliva and her own juices. Her hands were now around my head, and I felt her pulling me towards her as I positioned my mouth around her vaginal opening, and bunted the flat of my tongue, my saliva lubricating her as I felt the opening she so desperately wanted me in. Her hands pulling more insistently by the second, I gently pushed my tongue deep inside her, as far as I could reach, licking as much of her as I could, tasting the rich musky flavour of her juices, adjusting my mouth so my lips were almost in her pussy, allowing my tongue to reach slightly deeper into her. The feeling of my tongue being pressured by the walls of her pussy was seriously turning me on now, and she was starting to thrust her groin against my face, pulling me firmly into her, and I continued with my tongue, trying to reach every bit of her, moving within her as my hands were back under her butt cheeks, lifting her up into me in tandem with her own movements.

Due to her own pushing movements, most of her bum had now slid off the sofa, her weight being taken on the small of her back, but this allowed her to use her legs much more to push into my face. She was starting to grind her hips in a circular motion, enjoying the sensations as my tongue was rubbed against different areas, so I scooted in closer to her, and reached my hands under and around her thighs up to her breasts. They were so soft to the touch, but the nipples were standing upright, and I stroked and massaged them while my tongue worked deep inside her pussy, holding her tight to me with my upper arms as my fingers fondled and stroked and then tweaked her nipples firmly. Her hands shot from the back of my head to my hands, and she forced them against her breasts, moaning as she did so, so I took the hint and started kneading her boobs quite heavily, and I could feel her body responding. Getting tangled up with my hands, she hastily undid the buttons on her blouse, and ripped it open, letting me touch her glorious naked breasts. As I continued to tongue-fuck her, she was now out-and-out grinding her pussy against me, and was crushing my hands against her boobs so hard it was difficult to move them so I simply moved my hands in circles under hers as we both applied pressure, letting her do what she wanted with them.

Realising I was just getting in the way there, I pulled my hands away from under hers and replaced them on top of hers, so she was stimulating her boobs herself and I was just encouraging her. I could feel her hands squashing the breasts quite hard, and then her fingers and thumbs went to her nipples and pulled them out, much more than I would have dared, as I rubbed the sides of her breasts while my thumbs were underneath, held between breast and chest, all the while my tongue working away deep inside her. I was looking up and watching her now, her eyes closed as she made the most of the sensations roiling up within her body, and the expression on her face made it clear that she was getting well along on the way to an orgasm.

Adjusting her hips' position as I did so, I pulled my right hand away and down to my mouth, where I lubricated it with my saliva as it rubbed against her pussy. Pulling out of her slightly, I slid my forefinger gently into her vagina, and as it reached and then passed the point that my tongue had been able to reach felt her arching up against me. I moved my finger in and out of her, slowly to start, as I adjusted my mouth and moved up her slit towards the clit, which I had pretty much ignored until now, tonguing that area of sensitive skin in between as I went. As my mouth got to her clit, I simply wrapped my lips around the whole area and gave my tongue free rein, swirling around the little nub and the little flap of skin, my saliva making it all impossibly slick. One desperate hand shot to the back of my head, forcing me in so tight I had to work hard to avoid my teeth jarring her pelvis, and the other hand grabbed my left and pulled it back on top of her breast, directing me to her nipple which I grabbed firmly and started tugging on, and she bucked her hips wildly, all control gone. I tilted my head slightly as I pulled my finger out of her pussy, and licked the rest of the hand, and then went back to work on her clit as two fingers slid into her.

By now my head was sort of side on rather than looking straight up her body, to give my hand access to her pussy as my tongue worked her clit. I pushed the two fingers in and out of her, faster than before as she ground herself into my face and worked one breast while I had the other, and enjoyed the sensation of her pussy wall around my fingers. I could actually feel some of the muscle movements as her pussy contracted, and I continued with two fingers while I enjoyed tonguing her clit. After a minute or two, I could feel she wanted more, and I let my third finger join the other two, filling her up more and more, my tongue and lips playing non-stop with her clit. A quick lick of my thumb, and then as I continued to finger-fuck her, I adjusted my position so it was just my tongue making contact with her clit, and allowed my thumb to reach up and bump the clit each time my hand sank into her, getting faster and faster. Five strokes later she exploded, bucking up against my face so hard I was worried about my nose, the hand on my head moving to grab my hand that was buried deep inside her, forcing it in, but leaving just enough free room for my thumb to be able to keep rubbing her clit hard as my tongue continued to swirl around it as well.

She continued to buck as I massaged her, gasping, and making little "Oh" sounds, and then little straining noises, bucking into my face, her face contorted as she concentrated on getting every bit of pleasure she could out of it, and I continued to work on her until that initial wave had peaked and she started to try and close her legs. I slipped my hand slowly out of her close-to-dripping pussy, she spasming as some nerve or other got stimulated, and eventually I just had my mouth wrapped around her clit, but with my tongue still now. I slowly repositioned myself front on to her again, and gently bent in to kiss her again, before gently, oh so gently, wrapping my mouth around as much of her pussy as possible and I started to lick her juices off her. She was still so sensitive for a minute that she tightened up every time I moved my tongue, but I persevered and continued to lick up all of her gorgeous tasting pussy juice, looking up at her as I did so. And as I did, for the first time that day, I saw a genuine smile form on her face, a very satisfied, sated, sexual smile. "That" she said, smiling down at me between her legs, "hit the spot absolutely, fucking perfectly."

To be continued.