Stuck

Sometimes in life we become so lonely that we are willing to do most anything to fill the void. Frequently we do things that are risky and foolish. Often our high risk actions come with unexpected consequences.

Clair Davis woke late that Saturday morning. As she sat up she looked at the digital clock sitting on her nightstand.

The red numbers displayed ten thirty.

"Richard?" She called out.

There was no response.

Clair remembered that her husband of fifteen years had left the evening before to play golf with his buddies.

Richard and his friends had been planning the weekend getaway for weeks. He wouldn't be back until late the following evening.

Clair threw the covers off. She was wearing a green, mid thigh length night gown. The material was almost see-through. The gown displayed her amazing curves. Her matching panties clung to her hips, and butt. The gusset of her panties outlined her thick pussy lips.

At thirty seven Clair was an amazing woman to behold. Her face was lovely, and her thick, curly, blond hair was shoulder length. She was voluptuous, with D cup breasts, and a round, full bubble butt that just begged to be fondled. Her legs were long and shapely. Her thighs well developed.

Clair was a woman that most any man would want to take to his bed.

Unfortunately after fifteen years of marriage, Richard, Clair's husband, had grown tired of his lovely wife. He'd grown as bored with the sex as he had with their time together. He was always working late. On weekends he would leave shortly after Clair woke up to hang out with his friends at the golf course. He usually came home about an hour before bedtime. Richard had time for everyone in his life but Clair.

They'd never had children.

Clair had always wanted kids, but Richard didn't.

He always insisted on wearing a condom during sexual intercourse. In the last two years he hadn't even bothered with sex. He would just come home, climb in bed, roll over, and go to sleep.

On that fateful Saturday morning Clair stood and went into the bathroom to relieve herself. She peed, and emptied her bowels. After cleaning herself, Clair flushed the toilet, pulled her panties up, and then headed downstairs to the kitchen.

The coffeemaker had been preset to brew a fresh pot earlier that morning.

Clair grabbed a cup off the counter and poured herself a badly needed cup of coffee. She sat down at the breakfast nook and took a sip of the hot liquid. "I hate my life," she muttered in disdain. She sat there drinking her coffee for fifteen minutes, as she tried to decide how to spend her day.

She gazed out the window at the pool. She didn't really feel like taking her usual morning swim, but she was a creature of habit. Besides, Rory would miss his Morning peep show if she didn't swim. "What the hell," she muttered. "The boy needs his daily fix."

Clair rose, rinsed out her coffee cup, and then set it on the counter next to the coffeemaker. She turned off the machine, stripped off her nightgown, and panties, and then headed out the back door, leaving it open as usual.

The door had a tendency to stick if it was closed too hard, so she always left it open to keep from getting trapped outside with no clothes.

Clair knew the only person who could see their backyard was Rory Jennings, her neighbors' nineteen year old son.

His second story bedroom window faced her backyard. Rory was the reason Clair had started swimming in the nude to begin with.

Clair had noticed the young man spying on her as she swam. Every Saturday and Sunday morning, as well as when he didn't have college classes, Rory would wait for her to come out in one of her sexy bikinis and watch her swim.

Clair took great pleasure in the knowledge that a young man enjoyed watching her swim. She knew she'd never do anything inappropriate with the boy, but she did enjoy the fact that he was turned on by her body.

Then few weeks ago, on a Saturday Morning, she found herself feeling extra neglected by her Husband. She decided to give the young man a treat. She spotted him watching her from his bedroom window. She peeled off her top and threw it on the deck, and resumed swimming topless.

Rory was stunned. He watched his sexy neighbor as she swam her usual fifty laps. His cock was rock hard. He took his dick out of his shorts, and started masturbating. He watched the gorgeous woman swim back and forth, as he stroked his thick meat.

Every once in a while, Clair would stand up, and run her hands through her hair, giving the young man a good look at her ample breasts. Clair began to get excited by her little display. She was becoming turned on because of the show she was giving the boy.

Rory desperately wanted to cum, but he held off as long as he could.

Then with fifteen laps to go, Clair became more emboldened. She pulled off her bikini bottoms and threw them onto the deck next to her top.

Rory lost it. He shot a load of sperm onto his bedroom window.

A sly smile appeared on Clair's lips when she saw the boy's cum splashing against his bedroom window. That day an exhibitionist was born in the middle aged woman.

After completing her swim, Clair went up to her room and masturbated. Not daring to fantasize about her teenage neighbor, she pictured Richard standing at the window watching her nude display instead.

The next day she repeated her little performance. By the time Rory's college classes had let out for the summer, Clair didn't even bother putting on a bikini. She would wait until Richard left, strip out of her night gown in the kitchen, and then head for the pool.

Afterward she would bring herself to orgasm while picturing her husband watching her from Rory's bedroom window. She was tempted to imagine Rory watching her, but somehow she resisted the temptation.

That morning Clair glanced up to Rory's window before diving into the warm water.

There he was peeking from one side of his bedroom window. He was already holding his hardened dick in his hand.

"Rory," his Dad called out from downstairs. "Come downstairs please. Your Mother and I need to talk to you."

The sound of his dad's voice caused Rory to lose his erection. The young man tucked his flaccid penis back into his shorts, and ran downstairs. He was feeling frustrated that he'd miss out on his morning show.

Rory's parents were standing near the front door.

"Son," his dad said. "Your mom and I are going antiquing and we will be gone until dinner time. There's money on the kitchen counter for lunch."

"Dad, I've got money."

"No, you need that money for gas, and lunch during the week. You will be starting your internship Monday morning at my office."

Rory's face lit up. "You got me an internship with your company?"

"It will look good on your resume once you've finished college. Who knows, maybe I can get you a job there once you graduate. Anyway, there's twenty bucks in the kitchen."

"Have a good time," Rory said as his parents left.

He immediately bolted back upstairs to his room.

Clair had already swum ten laps by the time he got back to his usual hiding spot.

Rory pulled his cock out of his sleeping shorts, and began massaging it back to its full length.

A few moments later Clair's home phone began to ring.

She climbed out of the pool and trudged back inside.

"Shit," Rory exclaimed. He stood there for five minutes, hoping she would come back out. His erection slowly went limp as he waited.

Clair sat at the breakfast nook listening in shock as Richard gave her the bad news.

"Clair, I don't know how to tell you this, so I guess the best way is to get it over with. I'm divorcing you. I've grown tired of our marriage, and I'm moving out when I get back from the golf tournament. I'm sorry, but it's just not working for us anymore." Richard hung up the phone, leaving his wife speechless.

A burning rage rose up in the distraught woman. She slammed the phone down, and cursed. "That fucking piece of shit," she exclaimed. "He didn't even have the decency to tell me in person. He calls me over the phone to tell me that fifteen years of my life has just been flushed down the toilet."

Clair stood up and began pacing back and forth. The more she paced, the madder she got. "Well fuck him," she growled. "He's not the only one who is tired of this dead marriage."

Clair needed to cool off, and she knew there was only one way to do it. She headed back out to the pool for a swim, having completely forgotten about her peeping Tom. As she strode through the back door, she slammed it hard.

At that moment Clair remembered the sticking door. She tried the knob, and sure enough the door was stuck. "Damn it," she growled.

Rory watched the woman from his window. He could tell that she was angry. He watched his lovely neighbor fight to get the back door opened. The young man wanted to help her, but to do so would be admitting that he'd been spying on her during her morning swims.

Clair shook the door for several minutes but it wouldn't budge. As she stood there not knowing what to do, she spotted the pet door.

They didn't own a dog; however the door was there when they bought the place ten years earlier. The rubber cover had been removed years earlier, and the door had been secured with a hook and eye from the inside.

Clair looked around and spotted a small, flat stick lying on the ground. She picked the stick up, and knelt next to the door.

Rory stared hard at Clair's sexy ass. His dick began to harden once again.

Working the stick into the narrow gap, she wiggled the slender piece of wood back and forth until the hook popped out of the eye, unlocking the small door.

"I'm having this door replaced first thing Monday," she declared as she poked her head through the small doorway. Clair turned her body sideways, and stuck her arms through the dog sized hole. She then forced her upper torso through the opening. Her breasts were a little too large to go through comfortably, but she managed to squeeze her D cup melons through the hole. "Damn it," she exclaimed as her nipples were painfully scraped across the wooden frame of the pet door.

Rory watched as his neighbor's upper torso disappeared through the hole. He watched her force her upper body through the hole until her sexy hips and buttocks came to rest against the wooden frame.

Clair pushed with all her might, but she couldn't get her hips and buttocks to go through the hole. "Fuck," she exclaimed. "I can't get my big ass through the doorway."

Clair tried to back out of the hole, but her breasts wouldn't go back through. She quickly realized that what goes in doesn't always come back out. "Shit, I'm stuck. Now what the hell am I going to do?"

The pretty blond broke down and started crying.

Rory knew Mrs. Davis was stuck. He quickly bolted out of his room and ran downstairs. He ran out the back door, across the lawn, and bolted through Mrs. Davis side gate. He then sprinted to her back door. The young man knelt next to Clair's shapely thighs, and looked through the small space between her waist, and the door frame. "Mrs. Davis, are you ok?"

"No I'm not ok. My back door is wedged shut. I'm stuck in this damned pet door, and I can't get in or out."

"Don't worry; I'll call the fire department.

"No," Clair screeched. "I don't want anyone seeing me like this. Hell, I'm naked and stuck in a doggy door. This would be humiliating. It's bad enough that you're seeing me like this. I don't want the fire department and all our neighbors gawking at me."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I need something to make my body slick so I can ease back out of the hole. Does your mom have any water based oils?"

Rory thought about the skin cream his mom was always rubbing on her arms. "Yeah, she keeps a tube of skin cream on her nightstand."

"Go get it. But whatever you do, don't tell your parents about this, ok?"

"They are gone for the day. I'll be right back."

Rory took a quick look at Clair's sexy legs and ass, and then headed for his house.

Clair half lay, half reclined on her side. She was both physically, and emotionally uncomfortable. "Richard, this is your fault."

Rory returned a few minutes later with a large bottle of lube. "Mom seems to be out of skin cream. The only thing I could find is a bottle of lube. I think my parents use it for sex. I hope that's ok?"

"Honey, I'll buy them a new bottle. Just get me out of this hole."

"What do I do with it?"

"Shove it through the hole between my waist and the doorframe."

Rory looked at the bottle. "I don't think it'll fit. It's a big bottle."

Clair groaned in frustration. "It would be. Then I guess you have no choice but to apply the lube to my skin."

Rory's cock lurched. He never thought in his wildest dreams that he'd get to touch Mrs. Davis' sexy body. "Where do I apply it?" He asked half stammering.

Clair sighed. "If I can get my breasts through the hole, I'll be free. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but rub the lube on my breasts."

Rory's cock stiffened to full length. With trembling hands he managed to open the lid. He applied a generous amount of lube to his right hand. Setting the bottle on the ground, he squeezed his lubed up hand through the opening.

Clair could feel the young man's lube covered hand caress her waist as Rory moved toward her ample breasts. She watched his hand appear through the hole.

"Don't rub the lube off until you reach my breasts."

Rory moved his hand away and kept moving forward. He was forced to place his left hand on Clair's hip to maintain his balance.

"Rory, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, I didn't want to fall."

Clair understood. "It's alright. Don't worry about being a gentleman right now. Just get me out of here."

Rory slid his arm through the hole until he was next to Clair's breasts. He grasped her left breast and rubbed a liberal amount onto her large tit.

Clair felt embarrassed by the fact that her teenage neighbor was massaging oil onto her breast.

Rory then withdrew his arm and applied more lube. He slid his arm through the hole again and lubed the sexy woman's other breast. His dick was ready to rip a hole in his shorts.

"Alright, that should be enough," Clair said.

Rory reluctantly withdrew his arm back through the hole. He was thoroughly enjoying feeling his neighbor up.

Clair then tried to push her upper body back through the hole. Unfortunately her breasts were just too large to fit. "Fuck," she exclaimed after several tries. "This isn't going to work. My tits will bend down but getting them to bend up is a different story."

"Have you tried pushing them flatter?"

"I need my hands to push myself through the doorframe."

"What if I pushed them flat?"

Clair felt her temples begin to throb. It was bad enough that she had to let a teenager massage lube onto her breasts. Now she would be forced to allow him to push them flat so she could squeeze through the opening in the door. "It can't hurt to try. Hell, you've already touched them once." Clair braced herself for another try. "Alright, push on my breasts, as I try to get back through."

Rory eased his trembling hands through the hole and mashed on Clair's breasts.

Clair's embarrassment increased. The feel of her breasts being mashed by a teenager was mortifying.

Clair took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out.

The feel of Mrs. Davis breasts was exciting Rory even more.

Clair forced her body to move backward. She felt the wood drag across her side as she eased her flattened bosom towards the exit.

Rory felt the back of his hands jamming against the wood. "Wait," he said.

"What?" Clair asked in disgust.

"You'll break my knuckles if I keep holding on. I can get my wrists to bend to the sides, but my hands are between your breasts and the wood."

"Great," Clair exclaimed as she slid her upper body back inside. "Now what do we do?"

Rory reluctantly released Clair's breasts, and withdrew his hands. "If I lubed your hips, could you squeeze into the house?"

Clair sighed again. Her humiliation was about to become even more intense. "Hell, it's worth a try. But you're going to have to lube my pelvis and butt as well."

Rory poured a generous amount of lube over Clair's hip, letting the lube pour down her lower body. He set the bottle down and began rubbing the lube into her butt, hips, and pelvis. He ran his hands through her neatly trimmed pubic hair. His middle finger caressed her clit several times as he massaged the oil into her skin.

The thirty seven year old woman involuntarily jerked each time Rory's finger touched her clit. "He's touching my clit," Clair whispered in frustration. "Can this day get any worse?"

Some of the lube ran into Clair's butt crack, and along her pussy lips.

Rory's dick was screaming for attention. The young man wanted to spread his sexy neighbor's legs wide and shove his cock into her lubed up pussy.

"Are you finished lubing me?" Clair asked impatiently.

"Yeah, I'm finished."

"Alright, I'm going to try to squeeze inside. You're going to have to push on my butt."

Rory laid his hands on Clair's ample bottom. "I'm ready," he croaked.

Clair pushed against the doorframe, trying to force her body through the hole.

Rory pushed against his middle aged neighbor's sexy behind.

Clair's hips, and bottom, pressed against the opening, and immediately stopped moving.

Rory was pushing so hard that his slippery right hand slid inward, and his thumb sank into Clair's lubed up pussy.

The pretty blond was shocked by the lubricated digit sinking into her hole. Her body involuntarily shook. "Fuck," she gasped.

"I'm sorry about that Mrs. Davis," the young man sheepishly said. "My hand slipped."

Clair sighed in resignation. "It's not your fault. I'm the one who slammed the door and locked myself out. You're just trying to help me."

Rory knew he should remove his thumb, but the woman's cunt felt too damn good.

Clair noticed that her teenage neighbor still had his thumb buried in her vagina. "Rory," she quietly declared. "Your thumb is still in me. Please remove it."

"Sorry," the young man replied as he slid his thumb out of Clair's cunt. He quickly raised the pussy juice soaked digit to his nose and inhaled.

Clair's pussy juices mixed with the fruity aroma of the lube, smelled wonderful to the young man.

Rory couldn't resist tasting the woman's vaginal juices. He quickly stuck his thumb into his mouth.

The lube as it turned out was grape flavored.

But Rory could still taste Mrs. Davis' juices on his thumb.

Clair shook her head. "I don't know what to do now. I guess you'll have to call the fire department."

Rory didn't want the fire department to be called. He was enjoying his lovely neighbor's nude body too much to bring in firemen. He thought hard, desperate to come up with another idea. "I know how to get you free," he exclaimed. "The pet door has a small frame built into it. What if I take a pry bar and pry the frame off?"

Clair was instantly relieved that the firemen wouldn't see her like this. "That just might work. Do you have a pry bar?"

"My dad has one in the garage. I'll be right back."

"Make sure you wash the lube off your hands before you handle the pry bar."

"I will," the young man replied.

As Rory headed back to his house, Clair half lay, half reclined in the hole, feeling like a complete idiot.

As she waited for her young neighbor to return, her thoughts drifted to the thumb he'd accidentally shoved into her cunt. She couldn't believe that her nineteen year old neighbor's thumb had been inside her pussy.

Of course Rory hadn't done it on purpose, but still it did happen.

Clair had felt the young man's hands on every personal part of her body over the last twenty or so minutes. She silently cursed for playing that stupid game of sexually exciting the boy over the last several weeks. If she hadn't been so damned lonely, she wouldn't be in this mess right now.