The Good Neighbor Policy

I took his head in my mouth and began swirling my tongue all around his purple glans. He was a good 8", unbelievably thick, and as hard as a steel rod. As my mouth went down on him, I started imagining his cock filling up my already-wet pussy. His groans and moans intensified.

I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft slowly, taking him out of my mouth every now and then and licking him slowly from his balls to the tip of his head, then going down on my so that his head was at the back of my throat. I'd never felt a cock like this before in my life and I couldn't get enough of it.

I felt his hands on the sides of my head, guiding me up and down on his cock and it turned me on even more. I took him out of my mouth, held him in my hand and said, "I want you to tell me just before you cum. Not so that I can pull you out, but so that I can brace myself. A cock this size is going to have a powerful shot, and I don't want to miss out on one single drop." He grinned and leaned back in the chair.

I worked his cock for another 10 minutes or so, not that I was complaining. I was just surprised that he could last this long.

After another couple of minutes, I heard him say, "Oh, Dana, just like that...just like that...just...like...ohhhhhhhhh..."

And with that, he released himself into my mouth again and again, his hands gripping the couch cushions will all of his might. I milked his cock slowly, swallowing his essence, loving this man's cock like it had probably never been loved. I pulled him out of my mouth, gave his shaft a squeeze and sucked the last bit of cum off his gorgeous cock. He sat there, looking at me, smiling, so relaxed.

"Dana. Oh, Dana..."

"Yes, my love?"

"That was beyond incredible. And you looked so incredibly sexy doing that for me."

"Well, I felt sexy. I was with the sexiest man I've ever been with, and it made me feel sexy when I did it. How do you feel? Relaxed?"

"Oh, relaxed isn't a good enough word, my dear. Beyond relaxed."

"Happy?"

"Beyond happy. How about you?"

"As happy as I've been in a long time."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Keith, what is it?"

"How would you feel about me returning the favor?"

"You mean..."

He pointed over to a trunk in the corner of the living room. "Would there happen to be a blanket in there?"

I smiled and said, "Yes, I believe there might be." I began to get up, but he stopped me.

"Allow me, my dear." Keith got up and spread the blanket out on the floor. He stood, only a t-shirt on now, his cock beginning to recover, and kissed me. He eased me down onto the floor so gently, took his t-shirt off and laid beside me and kissed me.

His kisses traveled from my mouth to my ears and my neck, driving me insane. He carefully began to remove my top. When it was off, he just looked at me, first my face then my breasts, and said, "You are so incredibly beautiful, Dana. I mean that. Just incredible."

He propped himself up on one elbow and began to trace his fingers lightly around my breasts. He took such care to touch every inch of them. His touch was light, but every spot he touched seemed to catch fire.

Keith's fingers began to trace my areolas over and over again. My nipples stood at attention and he gently ran them between his index and middle fingers, sending chills up and down my spine.

He said, "I can't wait any longer." And with that, he took my left nipple in his mouth, sucking, swirling his tongue, softly biting. My hips began to instinctively buck. His hand began to rub me through my yoga pants.

I whispered, "You know, I could take these off if it would help..."

He smiled at me and said, "I think that would help quite a bit. And I'd be glad to do it for you." He carefully peeled my yoga pants off, realizing I wasn't wearing any panties.

I looked at him, winked and said, "Yeah, I was kinda hoping we'd end up like this."

He shook his head and smiled. "I can't believe you'd want anything to do with me like this, but I'm more than glad that you did."

Keith took his time, begging with my feet, softly kissing them, and moving his mouth up my left leg. He brushed over my pussy lips with his mouth, causing another jolt, and worked his way down my right leg.

He began repositioning himself between my legs, rubbing and massaging them as he did. He looked up at me and said, "You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to this..."

I could feel his breath on my damp opening. The anticipation was killing me. Then I felt him kiss me, and a tingle went up and down my spine.

I felt his tongue begin to work its way from the bottom of my slit to the top, pausing just long enough to swirl itself around my clit, and then back down. I moaned and said, "Oh, Keith, that is absolutely wonderful..."

Keith's hands made their way to my breasts, and he cupped them as his tongue began to penetrate my opening. I said, "Oh, just like that, my love. Just. Like. That."

His tongue began to move more rapidly in and out of my warmth, his fingers lightly pinching and tweaking my nipples. He was driving me crazy and he knew it.

Keith's thoroughness amazed me. He knew just how to touch me, how to lick me, how and where to suck, at just the right moment.

His mouth found my clit and began to lightly suck, Keith's hands moved from my breasts and he began to move his fingers inside me. I began to push against him and I rotated my ass up just a bit, hoping he would take the hint that I wanted him to finger my rosebud. He took the hint and I began to buck my hips up and down.

I knew I was close to climaxing, and so did he. His pace increased my breathing quickened. I said, "Oh, love, I'm going...to...cuuuuuuummmmmmmm..." My body convulsing, tightening, then releasing until I became a pool of mush underneath this loving, caring, beautiful man.

As I came down from this world-rocking orgasm, he stayed between my legs and kissed my pussy over and over, licking, sucking, doing all the right things.

I looked at him and said, "Come up here..."

He moved himself up, and we laid together naked on the floor. He could tell that I was cold and pulled the blanket over my body and held me close.

"Keith, that was amazing. I don't think I've ever had sex that powerful, that beautiful, that fulfilling."

He smiled and said, "You took the works right out of my mouth. Dana, you were wonderful."

I looked at him and said, "Um, there's one more thing I've fantasized about doing with you." I reached down and found his completely recovered cock with my hand. "We still have some time..."

"Dana, are you sure? I mean, you can tell I'm ready to go, but are you sure?"

"I'm so very sure. Make love to me, Keith. Take me now..."

Keith moved between my legs and began kissing me, soft but deep, stirring me deep inside all over again. I took his shaft and lined him up. "Now..." I whispered.

I felt him slowly enter me, stopping about midway, and he kissed me as he sank the rest of the way inside.

"Oh, Dana, you feel sooooo good, so warm, so tight, so perfect..."

I smiled at him and said, "Kiss me, my love. Kiss me..."

Our mouths met as his cock began to move in and out of my pussy. Our moans intensified our feelings. He seemed to be getting harder and I was getting more and more wet by the second. He began kissing my neck and I lost control, my body pressing against him even harder.

"Fuck me, Keith, fuck me harder...harder...harder..."

I love a man who can take direction. And I got the feeling that Keith would do whatever I wanted for as long as I wanted, as many times as I wanted. Being with a man who isn't used to being appreciated, I found, could be very rewarding.

I felt my "reward" approaching quickly and I breathily said, "Pump me, Keith, pump it harder..." He thrust his cock in and out of my pussy at an incredible pace until I could no longer contain myself. He felt my orgasm washing over me and made one more thrust deep inside me and held himself in place.

As I began to recover, I started moving my hips and said, "I want your cum inside me. I want to feel you explode inside my pussy. Fill me up with your cum..."

This apparently set something off inside of him as he began fucking me even harder. After a couple of minutes, I felt him stiffen his entire body, and soon I could feel his cock shooting rope after rope of cum inside my walls.

"Oh, my, Keith...somebody was pretty full..."

"Yeah, when you told me you wanted me to explode inside your pussy, that just set me off. So, so, so very sexy..."

He slid himself out of me and had me lay my head on his strong chest. He played with my hair as I rubbed his chest. We laid together, both smiling, both satisfied and content.

After a while, Keith said, "Well, you probably need to go get your daughters..."

I said, "Yeah, but I wish we could just stay like this for hours."

"I know, I do too. But listen, if this is something you feel weird about tomorrow, I'll understand. I'll still be around if you need any handyman work done, but I can keep my distance otherwise if that's what you want."

"Are you kidding me? As far as I'm concerned, I hope this is the first of many more times we'll be together like this."

"Really? You'd want to be with me, an old man, again?"

"Keith, I didn't just make love to an old man. I made love to a very desirable, verile, handsome man. Would you rather not be with me again?"

"What? Are you serious? Dana, I've cared about you for a long time now as a friend. As far as I'm concerned, what I feel for you is even deeper now. It's another level for me."

"OK, then. So we're both in agreement. Obviously we can't do this all of the time, but I'm going to discreetly look for every opportunity I can to be with you from here on out."

"I'm more than flattered, Dana. Well, again, I'd better leave. I'll get my toolbox and be on my way."

"Keith, one more thing."

"Yes, my dear?"

"I baked those cookies on the counter for you. Be sure to have some on your way out."

He stopped at the counter and started to pick up a cookie. "Um, Dana?"

"Yes?"

Keith grinned and said, "So, after what we just did, does that mean you won't be baking for me any more?"

I laughed and said, "After what you just did for me, I'll do whatever you want."

"If it's alright with you, I'd take you any day over cake or cookies. You're much sweeter!"

And with that, walked back to me, kissed me passionately and said, "Good night, my dear. Call me if you need me!"

I watched him walk back to his house. I smiled as he walked up the driveway and through his front door. He seemed happy, more confident. It's amazing what a little one-on-one action can do for a man's self-esteem. And I hoped he would let me keep his self-esteem up for a long, long time.