Busty Babes 2/Busty Babes - Vol 2.iso/wet_txt/neighbor.txt

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Neighbor

by J. D.

Remote Sysop, The Great White North {Snow Country}  207-627-4169
                                                    Online 20 March, 1989

     I recently moved to Maine from California and was concerned that I would
not be able to continue my lifestyle without certain sacrifices.  As a sister
of Sappho, I felt that it would be difficult to find similarly minded women.
Boy, {or girl}, was I wrong!

     My second week here, I took time from work to continue unpacking and to
find the best location in the house for my 'play' room.  This is where I keep
my toys, a soft bed and the other accoutrements of sex.  I finally decided on
the attic room.  Not only did it provide a panoramic view of the White Mount-
ains, but was certainly private enough so my moans and the buzzing of my vib-
rators would not be heard by anyone, even the neighbor whose pool and back yard
were within view.
     I positioned a rocker near the window which stretches from ceiling to floor
and opened the box containing all my goodies.  The first item I saw was a pair
of handcuffs I had been given by a guard at a California Correctional facility
and felt myself getting turned on thinking of the times my friends and I had
used them.  I hoped that I would be able to use them in the near future but
turned my attention to the other items in the crate.  It surprised me to dis-
cover that I had accumulated 6 dildoes {two of which were double ended and two
which were for anal use}, 7 vibrators, a collection of straps, jellies, creams,
my x-rated video collection and magazines.
     I decided to strap on my butterfly to hold me over during the unpacking.
For those women who are ignorant of this device, it straps around your waist
and thighs and has a vibrator which conforms to the shape of the vagina.  There
is a protrusion designed to stimulate the clitoris and the speed can be con-
trolled by a hand held unit.  Since I wanted to enjoy a relaxing afternoon, I
set the speed on low, but still twitched at the wonderful feelings it provided.
It is designed to be worn under clothes and is rarely loud enough to be heard.
There have been many times that I have worn it in public with no one the wiser.
It provides what I call a low-level orgasm.  Not enough to cause me to moan too
loudly, but enough to lubricate me for other activities.
     I turned on each vibrator as it was removed from the box, to be sure that
the batteries were still working, and paused to think of the many sexual adven-
tures each had provided.  Visions of shaved and unshaved pussies drifted across
my mind as I experienced my first orgasm.  For cleanliness and sexual gratifi-
cation, I try to keep my lips and clit clean.  Usually I go completely bald in
the summer, but since winters here are so cold, I will probably have to change
that routine.
     I am not sure what it is about the sight of a shaved beaver that I love,
but nothing gets me wetter than seeing the beauty of pink lips and an erect
clit.
     I decided to delay putting the items in the chest I have for them in order
to masturbate.  After removing the butterfly, I slowly began fingering
my clit while I decided which toy or toys to use.  Usually, I love to play with
myself while deciding as it gets my cunt juicy and I almost always get some
new idea to play out.  I immediately thought of Sherri.  She was the most amor-
ous friend I had known, but looked no more than eighteen.  She had small tits
{32 B} and was also clean shaven.  Her long brown hair and soft curves led us
to many fantasies with her as an innocent school girl or cheerleader.  I loved
playing the teacher and felt myself coming again thinking of the lessons I had
given her and she me.  Hopefully, she would be able to visit me soon.
     I finally decided to use the pulsating vibrator on my pussy as it would
leave my hands free for other areas.  I selected on of the thinner dildoes for
my ass and began lubricating it with some k-y jelly.  I try and save the fla-
vored creams for company.  I set the rocker back as far as it would go, put the
vibrator into my pussy and turned sideways to begin oiling my ass.  As soon as
I felt it wet enough, I inserted the dildo about two inches into my bung-hole.
I can still feel the ripples of pleasure as my sphincter tightened around the
plastic.  Once inserted, I turned the vibrator on and watched it move in and
out and sideways.  I grasped the dildo and began a slow and rhythmic back and
forth rocking motion.  It didn't take long for the double penetration to cause
me to whimper with pleasure.  I moved the dildo slower to try and match the
speed of the vibrator and felt a number of smaller orgasms.  Since I couldn't
control the speed of the vibrator I reached down and grabbed another.  My arms
were weak from sex and butt-fucking myself with the dildo and I had a hard time
exchanging the vibrators.  The second was much faster and it was not long be-
fore I cried out and began quivering. It is difficult to describe the pleasure
I get from double dipping, but I rarely come less than five times.  I sometimes
use a third vibrator to stroke my clit, but it becomes sensitive easily from
the buzzing so I end up using my fingers.
     I'm not sure how long I plunged the toys in and out of my holes, but by
the time I heard the doorbell ring, I was nearly exhausted.  I debated whether
or not to ignore the visitor but decided that it may be someone interested in
joining me.
     After wiping off my toys, I put on a robe and went downstairs to see who
it was.  At the door was an attractive blonde with huge breasts and with her
was a younger woman built similarly to Sherri.  They were my next door
neighbors and apologized for waking me up.  {I obviously looked somewhat of a
mess.}  I invited them in and said no apology was needed as I was interested in
meeting them and the opportunity for conversation.
     The older woman, Lynn, was a widow whose husband had died in some battle
and the younger, Carol was her daughter {a freshman at Umaine-Gorham}.  I pro-
vided coffee for the daughter and whiskey for the mother and nearly forgot
about my earlier activities.  I wasn't sure, but thought that Carol was giving
me a knowing glance.
     After several hours of talk about the residents and local issues, I got
the distinct impression that Lynn was desperate for a man, but hesitated tell-
ing her about alternatives.  They left with an open invitation to visit them
at any hour for any need and allowed me access to their pool.
     After closing the door, I showered and returned to the attic to continue
unpacking.
     As I stored my equipment, I looked out the window and saw Carol lying in
a lawn chair by the pool.  Although she was on her stomach, it was easy to see
that she had no suit.  It is several hundred feet between the houses, so I got
a pair of binoculars to spy on her.
     I sat in the chair and was elated as she turned onto her back to reveal
not only a beautiful set of tits, but a pussy with just wisps of hair.  I felt
my free hand begin to knead my breasts through my t-shirt and knew my shorts
would soon rest on the table.
     My reverie was disturbed by the sound of Lynn going somewhere in her car.
When I looked back, I saw Carol looking around the yard to be sure she was
alone.  {They have a 12 foot high fence, so this was not entirely necessary.}
She first lit a marijuana cigarette and I wished that I could join her. I kept
stroking my nipples as her chest heaved with the inhalation.  When she had
finished smoking, I nearly came as she lifted her legs and splayed them over
the sides of the lawn chair.  I removed my shorts as I watched her fingers
slowly stroke her nipples to hardness.  Her hands slid down her stomach until
the rested on her mons veneris.  She parted her lips with one hand and insert-
ed two fingers into her twat.  I began to rub my clit as I watched her push
her fingers in and out while rubbing her clit with the other hand.  I rocked
from another orgasm and from the expression on her face could tell that she had
done the same.  She removed her fingers and started to lick and suck them.  I
followed suit and wondered how sweet her juices must be.  She seemed to enjoy
the taste as much as I was and reached behind her to produce what appeared to
be a home-made dildo.  It was made from some dough, but had been crafted with a
number of nubs on it.  She slid her fingers up and down her clit while she
sucked the dildo to lubricate it.
     I shook with anticipation as she slowly lowered the pseudo-cock to her now
wet pussy.  I inserted a small dildo into my twat and put a thumb on my clit.
She started slowly moving the dildo in and out and kept licking her fingers.
I tried to match her motions and felt incredibly aroused with my voyeurism.
Slowly we increased the speed of our thrusts and I reveled at the way she moved
her ass and pussy up and down on the lawn chair.  She took her dripping fingers
and reached behind her.  As she inserted one into her ass, I swore that I heard
her moans from my chair.  I would have liked to copy her actions, but needed a
free hand for the binoculars.
     Her hands alternated motions in her love holes and it seemed only moments
before we were both convulsing with orgasms even more intense than I had felt
earlier in the afternoon.
     As I sat in the chair, as spent as I have felt in years, Carol dove into
the water.  She swam the length of the pool a few times and toweled off, spend-
ing considerable time wiping down her cute little breasts.  As she gathered her
items to go to the house, I swore she looked in my direction and winked.
     I knew that it would be uncomfortable to deal with Lynn should anything
happen between Carol and me, but I knew that I wanted to love her as I have no
other woman.  I could almost taste the sweetness of her young tits pussy and
ass and decided that at the first opportunity, I would feel her out about her
feelings towards me.
     It was only two days before I got that opportunity, but that is another
story.

                            J. D.