Nice New Neighbor

Kadija felt her cheeks burning. "You...you look gorgeous..." she managed to say.

And indeed, she couldn't help but admit it: Despite being 55, Mrs. Atkins WAS gorgeous. Without the benefit of her blouse hiding them, her breasts now seemed much larger, with the bra doing only so much to keep them in place. There were no signs of stretch marks anywhere on her body; she had a flat stomach and only slightly large hips. Mrs. Atkins mentally expressed gratitude that she'd kept to her daily exercise regimen all these years to maintain her figure, even after she'd gotten married, after the births of her two children, and following the death of her husband—she'd made it a point to always look as attractive as she still felt, so that the feelings would not be misplaced or outright false. And, judging from Kadija's expression, she knew her dedication had paid off.

She stepped toward Kadija again, reached down and held the younger woman's hand, guiding it to in between her own legs. "Touch me," she instructed, with just a tiny hint of the authoritarian teacher in her otherwise gentle tone, as she stood with her thighs slightly apart.

Her hand trembling from nervousness, Kadija did as she was bidden. In doing so, she marveled at the soft, smooth texture of the older woman's panties—and at the fact that, even through the panties, she could feel Mrs. Atkins's wetness. "Mrs. Atkins..." she whispered.

"Would you like me to take them off?" Mrs. Atkins asked.

Kadija looked up at Mrs. Atkins, then back down at the panties and her own hand still rubbing at them. "Um...okay..."

Nodding assent, Mrs. Atkins hooked her fingers underneath the panties' waistband, slowly and carefully sliding them down to her knees. She then straightened up, shaking her legs a little and allowing the panties to fall to her feet. Kadija gulped as she examined what was in front of her: Mrs. Atkins's pubic hair was shaved, though not completely or in any particular pattern. Her vaginal lips could be seen hanging down a bit, looking rather shiny. "Put your hand back there, dear," Mrs. Atkins instructed her.

Kadija complied, albeit a little more hesitantly. The area felt warm and slightly wet to her touch; tentatively, she moved her fingers back and forth across the lips, gasping a little as gradually she felt more wetness coming out on her hand. Looking up at Mrs. Atkins, she saw that the older woman's eyes were half-closed and that she was breathing deeply, her breasts heaving in her bra with each time she inhaled.

"Stick a finger inside me...and rub your thumb on my clit," Mrs. Atkins told her, and here she reached down with both hands and pulled her lips apart, revealing a tiny nub of flesh that stood out from the rest of her pussy.

Obediently, Kadija rubbed the tip of her middle finger at Mrs. Atkins's opening, slowly gaining entry and eliciting a quiet sigh from the older woman in the process. Inside was warm and felt almost like Vaseline; Kadija could feel the inner walls rubbing against her finger, contracting, squeezing it a little. Licking her lips, she pulled the finger out partway, then pushed it back in. At the same time, she did as Mrs. Atkins had told her and rubbed the flat of her thumb on the clit in slow, circular motions. As she did all this, she noted that Mrs. Atkins was beginning to slowly gyrate her hips in time to her fingers' rhythm, emitting long and contented sighs as she did.

"Mmm...good girl...that's a good girl," Mrs. Atkins muttered. Thus encouraged, Kadija began to increase the pace of her thrusting finger and teasing thumb, though little by little. She looked on in wonder as it became easier and easier for her to go in and out of Mrs. Atkins's love hole—indeed, soon the finger was working like a piston, even as the thumb worried the clit.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Atkins?" Kadija asked, looking up at her older neighbor even as she continued fingering her.

Mrs. Atkins had her eyes closed, her mouth partially open, and her breathing had been coming in quick, short pants. On hearing the question, she glanced down at the younger woman. "Stop...take it out," she whispered.

Kadija complied, and as she removed her finger it left a tiny trail of love juice behind. Mrs. Atkins promptly bent down and took Kadija's finger into her mouth, sucking the juice off. "Mm, that was good." She looked appreciatively at Kadija. "You're a quick learner...and you know how to follow instructions. I like that very much."

"U-um...thank you," Kadija whispered, blushing.

Mrs. Atkins then looked at her with narrowed eyes. "But I nearly forgot—this isn't about my pleasure now. It's about yours. I already promised to make you cum, after all." She stood up straight, hands on her hips. "Now...your clothes are in the way. Take them off."

Taking a deep breath, Kadija proceeded to undo the buttons on her blouse, removing it and tossing it to one side. Then, as Mrs. Atkins continued to watch, she pulled off her skirt and tossed in the same direction as the blouse. She was now wearing a black bra with matching panties done in a high-cut style; at this point, she looked at Mrs. Atkins and, blushing yet again, hesitated.

"You don't have to be so modest," Mrs. Atkins said to her gently. "I already let you feel me up, after all." Here she reached behind herself and undid her own bra strap, pulling off the bra and letting her breasts fall free. In spite of their now lacking support, they sagged only slightly—and again, Mrs. Atkins silently thanked her rigorous training regimen for keeping her assets as firm as possible. "All right," she continued, "now you're seeing all of me. So let me see all of you."

Tensely, Kadija reached behind her back and undid the bra strap, removing it and a moment later the panties, so now she was sitting on the couch in front of Mrs. Atkins, equally as naked as her hostess. But immediately the differences between them became clearer: Kadija's breasts looked, predictably enough, much more firm than Mrs. Atkins's; but while the older woman's breasts were about the size of coconuts, the younger woman's breasts were shaped more like grapefruits. As well, although there wasn't a huge abundance of hair in Kadija's pubic region, it was definitely bushier than Mrs. Atkins's fairly trimmed crotch.

Seeing all this, Kadija looked away, an expression of utter humiliation coming over her face, and she placed one hand over her own crotch and one arm across her breasts. Mrs. Atkins, however, shook her head at this display. "Look here, Kadija, I didn't tell you to take off your clothes so I could laugh at you," she said firmly. "I told you to show me all of you. Don't hide it."

Hearing the authoritarian tone in her hostess's voice, Kadija relented, removing her hands from her privates. "But...you..." she started.

"Whataboutme?" Mrs. Atkins leaned forward and groped one of Kadija's breasts with one hand; Kadija gasped as the older woman began to knead the breast slowly and with knowledgeable precision, teasing the nipple with her thumb in the process. "You ought to appreciate your own body more, dear," Mrs. Atkins continued, the authoritarian tone gradually being replaced by that of the gentle instructor. "For goodness' sake, it's not like you're just entering puberty, you know. You're a fully-developed woman; be proud of what you have. And don't worry; I'll soon show you just how good enough you are as a woman."

She leaned forward some more so that her mouth was close to Kadija's ear. "Now, spread yu legs—ah goin' suck yu pussy dry."

Kadija's eyes widened—had she just imagined things, or had Mrs. Atkins, the woman she'd met at the shop that afternoon who championed the use of the Queen's English, just spouted Jamaican patois from her mouth? She didn't have time to dwell on it, though, for a moment later Mrs. Atkins was pulling her thighs apart and burying her face into the younger woman's snatch.

"Mmmm..." Mrs. Atkins, from six years ago, had been taught by her divorcee friend to enjoy both the taste and smell of a woman's most feminine spot. In turn, over time she'd become something of a connoisseur in this area, sampling several flavors or combinations of flavors. Some women were sweet as honey; some were as sour as over-acidic citrus; many were salty; a few were fresh and without taste. With Kadija now, Mrs. Atkins mentally noted, she had an odd but light mixture of sweet and salt. The taste was not unpleasant, and Mrs. Atkins determined that she would have as much of it as she could before her mouth and jaw muscles eventually tired out.

Slrp, slrp. Slrp, slrp, slrp.

As she worked her lips and tongue and ate Kadija out to her heart's content, Mrs. Atkins noted the absence of something she'd come to despise. From her experience of watching American-made porn, she'd come away convinced that the women who appeared in these flicks were fakers who only lay down and let the men penetrate them in exchange for the money they were getting from it all. Much to her consternation, even two or three of the women she'd been with in the past six years seemed to have taken their cue from those porn stars, moaning loudly like dying cats or squealing like they were hogs being butchered instead of woman having actual orgasms.

But not so with Kadija: she barely made any noise at all, aside from her heavy breathing and the occasional quiet sigh or moan. It was her body language that would be the real indicator of her arousal, Mrs. Atkins knew from experience—the way her hips slowly rocked back and forth in time to the older woman's oral ministrations, the way her red flush appeared on her face, her neck and just above her breasts, and her facial expression during the whole experience. And Mrs. Atkins couldn't help but smile into Kadija's crotch as she felt the younger woman's hand on top of her head, holding her face in place right where it was. Thus silently encouraged, she worked her tongue some more, meanwhile reaching both hands up to her guest's breasts.

"Oh, yes..." Kadija moaned as she felt Mrs. Atkins's lips wrap around her clit and suck gently but insistently, as she felt the other woman's tongue lapping and poking at her womanly entrance. Opening her eyes a little to look down, she beheld Mrs. Atkins's cheeks bowed in from the effect of suction as she sucked away at the younger woman's core; meanwhile, her hands had left Kadija's knees, where they'd been keeping her legs apart, and were now up at her chest fondling her nipples. Groaning, Kadija leaned further back into the couch and simultaneously stuck her hips out more, enabling Mrs. Atkins's mouth easier access to her sweetness while at the same time allowing the older woman's hands to better reach her boobs.

Slrp, slrp, slrp.

Mrs. Atkins could tell now that Kadija was truly getting into the pleasure of being sucked. She used her fingers to lightly pinch and squeeze the younger woman's nipples, now stiff and hard from the attention they'd been receiving. Meanwhile, she pressed her tongue flat against Kadija's wet opening and licked up and down, then used the tip of her tongue to tease just underneath the clit.

"Miz Atkins...Miz Atkins..." Kadija's voice was lifting a decibel or two, and she was slipping out of English and into patois. "Mi a go cum...nuh stop nyam mi out...ooooohh...yeah, right deh so...uuunnnhh...!"

Kadija's flow of nectar was becoming stronger as her core seemed to open up on its own, Mrs. Atkins noticed. Removing her hands from the younger woman's breasts, the 55-year-old placed them under her thighs instead, at the same time licking and sucking away at her delicious snack more insistently.Slrp, slrp, slrp, slrp, slrp.And in the process, she sucked the clit into her mouth again, simultaneously applying suction while flicking it over and over with her tongue. While she did this, she was pleased to note that Kadija's hands were now rubbing her head with eager insistence even as her lower body jerked forward time and time again.

Then Kadija's head and neck arched back, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her hands inadvertently pressed down hard on Mrs. Atkins's head, and she felt an incredible heat rush through her body. "Miz Atkins...!" she yelped, gasping as her honey spilled out into Mrs. Atkins's face. Down below, Mrs. Atkins wasted no time, licking and sucking up what she could as her younger neighbor climaxed.

It took a little while before Kadija began to come down from her orgasm-induced high. Her breathing was slow and deep, with her breasts heaving with each inhalation. The red flush was present again, and this time it seemed to be all over her body. "My goodness..." she managed to pant out.

Mrs. Atkins lifted her head and licked her lips. Parts of her face were wet and sticky with Kadija; she wiped her fingers across her mouth and jaw, depositing that stickiness onto her hand. She then lifted two of her fingers to Kadija's face. "Taste yourself," she said quietly.

Still in post-orgasmic bliss, Kadija had been running her hand through her own hair. She felt Mrs. Atkins's fingers touch her lips and heard the older woman's instruction; in response, she parted her lips, allowing Mrs. Atkins to slip those fingers inside. Kadija was immediately struck by how Mrs. Atkins's fingers tasted like...she couldn't quite tell, perhaps a mix between a sour orange and a mango? Whatever it was, though, tasting it sent a shockwave all over her tongue.

"You like that?" Mrs. Atkins inquired. "That's how you taste."

Kadija held Mrs. Atkins's wrist and pulled the older woman's fingers out of her mouth. "Oh, my...Mrs. Atkins..."

Mrs. Atkins smiled at her knowingly. "So? How was it, dear? Your first orgasm after all this time of you depriving yourself..."

"Uh..." Kadija blushed again. "It was...well...I don't know what to say, but...wow!"

"Good enough." Mrs. Atkins smirked. "But still...it's not over yet. I have something else that I prepared especially for you, Kadija."

"Really?" Kadija was curious now.

"Yes." Mrs. Atkins stood up. "Just give me a minute to go fetch it, all right?" Then she turned and quickly headed out of the dining room.

Watching Mrs. Atkins's departure for a moment, Kadija looked down at her own body with a sense of newfound wonder. She still couldn't believe that what had just happened, had happened—she'd just had a deliciously intense orgasm, and from a woman's attention at that. It was certainly the first time she'd ever had anybody go down on her—her past boyfriends before Nathan, to a man, had adamantly refused to put their mouths anywhere between her thighs, and she hadn't felt the need to ask Nathan himself if he wanted to try it. That Mrs. Atkins was so ready to do it, and do it so skillfully besides, made Kadija shake her head and laugh a little at just how much she'd missed out on in her sexual experience...which now seemed to make her a virgin compared to her older neighbor.

Fascinated, she gently placed her hands on her breasts, rubbing her fingers across her still-stiff nipples, and was rewarded with the now-familiar tingle between her legs, as well as an extra tingle in each nipple. Sighing, she caught one nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently pinching and squeezing it as Mrs. Atkins had been doing moments ago, while her free hand dipped down to her mound of hair and caressed her sex. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the soft, wet, velvety feel of herself as she rubbed her hand up and down. On a whim, she inserted a finger into herself, and couldn't help the groan that escaped her throat even as it registered in the back of her mind that inside of herself seemed to feel like warm jelly. As she slowly pulled the finger out and then buried it in again, her hand that was teasing her nipple now crossed her chest to deal with the other nipple in like fashion.

"So you decided to continue having fun by yourself, hmm?"

Startled, Kadija looked up at Mrs. Atkins, who was standing in the passageway with an amused smile on her face, holding what seemed to be a small bottle in one hand. "Um...no, well, I..." she began, the blush creeping back on her face and neck.

It was only then that she noticed something—and her eyes widened in utter shock when it fully registered in her brain. "Mercy...!"

"So you finally noticed," Mrs. Atkins remarked, grinning as she put both hands on her hips. And...around her waist there was a black leather strap, with what appeared to be a harness tightly secured to her crotch by an additional strap that ran between her legs. And firmly attached to that harness was a large brown cock. "You like it?" Mrs. Atkins continued, stepping closer. "One of my friends in America sent it to me as a present last year, but this is the first time I'm actually using it."

Her eyes still wide with astonishment, Kadija inspected the huge dong sticking out from Mrs. Atkins's crotch. Its color almost exactly matched Mrs. Atkins's own skin tone, so that were it not for the strap to which it was attached, it might have been mistaken as part of the woman's actual physical biology. Its design was modeled after a circumcised penis, complete with a smooth, round head, realistic-looking veins along its length and a large ball-sack right at the base where it was secured to the harness. From Kadija's mental estimation, it seemed to be approximately seven inches from head to balls, the ball-sack itself being an additional two inches in diameter, and the shaft seemed to be about two to three inches thick. Tentatively, Kadija reached up and touched it with her fingers; it felt simultaneously rubbery and solid.

Kadija swallowed, then cleared her throat even as she continued to touch the huge dick. "Is whey yu a go wid dis ya cock?" she asked, a hint of fear creeping into her voice as she asked the question in patois.

Mrs. Atkins smirked down at her. "What happen? Yu ketch yu 'fraid all of a sudden?" she queried, also in patois.

Blinking, Kadija looked up in wonder at Mrs. Atkins as she heard patois from the older woman's mouth again. Mrs. Atkins noticed the look and knew the reason for it. "Time and place for everything, child," she explained quietly, matter-of-factly. "And just because you hear me supporting good English, dat don' mean I can't speak or understand patois." She said this last bit with a mixture of the two. "And as for dis...what happen, yu neva get big hood from yu husban'?"

"Well...'im was big, but not dis big..." Kadija explained, the fear still there in her voice.

Mrs. Atkins reached forward with one hand and gently caressed Kadija's cheek. "Don't worry yourself, dear...I won't hurt you," she said soothingly. She then held up her other hand, showing the little bottle she was holding to Kadija. "Watch and learn, child."

Licking her lips to moisten them, Kadija nodded. She looked on as Mrs. Atkins opened the bottle and squirted a clear fluid into her palm; then she blinked as she watched Mrs. Atkins reach down and slowly stroke the cock, spreading the liquid over and around its length and girth. The older woman rubbed the lubricant onto her strapped-on toy, till it was quite oily and shiny.

"Okay, Kadija," Mrs. Atkins spoke to her guest again. "Hear what I want you to do for me now: get on your knees on the couch and spread your legs, and stick your ass out."

Slowly, still with some trepidation, Kadija obeyed. As she assumed the position on the couch, behind her Mrs. Atkins smiled admiringly at the younger woman's smooth, firm ass cheeks, and at the tiny drops of love juice that still stuck to the hair around her pussy. Stepping forward, the older woman placed a hand on Kadija's ass, rubbing it fondly, while her other hand took hold of the big dick sticking out from her crotch.

"Mrs. Atkins..." Kadija glanced behind her at her hostess. "Do, nuh bruise up mi pussy."

"Nuh worry 'bout it, mi dear," Mrs. Atkins answered softly, a gentle smile on her lips. "Ah goin' tek good care of you."