After noon...

Kyle reached for the shower knob and turned it on, the hot water cascading over his worked-out body. For a moment he did not even realize the hotness of the shower. But soon the heat got through his brain, "Of fuck, ouch," he quickly adjusted the water temperature to something less volcanic. The steam began to fill the bathroom, obscuring the mirror. Kyle feelt the water wash away the sweat and cum that had dried on his skin. He took a deep breath, trying to process the events of the morning. He had lost his virginity to his neighbor, and she was married, and now he felt a strange mix of guilt and satisfaction, but mostly, he felt like a champion.

"Still, what the fuck?" His whisper was addressed not to the wold around him, but to his recent sex-partner. "Are all married women this... frustrated and eager?" He wondered aloud. The question was rhetorical, but the thought was lingering in his mind. Maybe the adds on ponsites are right and hungry MILF are waiting just a mile away from your location? Maybe these adds were trying to open him to this wonderful world all along?! Pondering the question, Kyle grabbed the soap bottle and against his usual habit of being environmentally-considerate, he squirted half of it on his palm.

After five minutes of vigorous washing, Kyle turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. The bathroom door opened and Emma stepped in, caring his morning clothes in her hand, "Here you go, Kyle. Change and come downstairs, I've made us some tea." She was already dressed, looking as if nothing had happened, as if she has not cried out his name in ecstasy for the best parts of last... hours? It was almost noon now.

"Sure, Mrs. Taylor," Kyle said, taking the clothes from her with a shy smile. She smiled to him and left the room... Now, Kyle had seen her naked, heard her moan, felt her body quiver around his cock. It was all so... unreal. He quickly dried off and pulled his clothes on. The scent of her still lingered on the T-shirt, since it was the last piece of cloth he took off before they moved to the bedroom, and this was enough to put Kyle back in the inquisitive mode.

"Need to figure this fuckery out! Maybe it's some kind of a spell!" He mumbled to himself while descending the stairs. He found her in the kitchen, sipping tea and looking out the window. She turned to him as he entered, "Sit here, I've also made some toast for you," she pointed to the chair opposite to hers. Kyle took a seat, his eyes roaming over her body, trying to find some sign of what they had just done. But she looked as composed as ever. "So, how do you feel?" she asked, her voice calm and casual.

"Well, you know... Great, in general." His response made her chuckle, "It's okay to admit you enjoyed it, Kyle. We're both adults here." She took a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving his. "Besides, for a first-timer, you did pretty well," she said with a wink, setting his cheeks on fire. "You were so eager to learn at first, and so fast to adapt. I'm impressed."

Kyle swallowed a bite of toast, his mind racing. "But why are you doing this?" He couldn't help but ask, the question burning in his mind. "I mean, you're married to Tom, and I'm just... me."

The question seemed to make Emma pause for a moment, her gaze lingering on him. "Of, sorry Kyle. It's just that after you made me orgasm few times, I kinda forgot how innocent and clueless you are about hings like that." She grabbed Kyle's palm and held it in hers, "You see, Tom is a good man, but... our sex life is... stale. It's not that I don't love him, but I have needs, and he... well, he can't quite keep up anymore." She squeezed his hand, "And with you I can have sex, without any strings attached. Just pure, unbridled physical pleasure."

Kyle looked down at his hand squeezed by hers, feeling the warms of her hands. "So, as long as it's with me, it is not cheating? Is this what you're saying?" He was still trying to get his head around the whole situation.

"Yes, you've put it so nicely yesterday. That's what it is, Kyle," she said, her voice filled with a hint of sadness. "Look, I don't want to hurt Tom. So, please, keep this between us. I now you, young boys, it's not like you are getting nothing out of it." She gave his hand another squeeze.

"Wait, wait... But, if sex between us is not cheating... Why would we need to hide in from Tom?" Now he looked at her with a mix of confusion and wonder, "Can you explain that to me?"

For a while Kyle thought Emma has a stroke or something, because her face got red and she was looking at him like he just told her that the Earth is flat. "You can't be serious," she said, her voice filled with incredulity. "You think I can just tell Tom I've been fucking our neighbor's brains out?!" Kyle's cheeks grew red at her words, but he nodded, "Well, if it's not cheating..."

"Yes, yes..." Her voice got quieter as she considered his words. "But-but it's complicated," The grip on his hand got tighter, "Sex with you is not... But Tom... why-" Her expression changed to something akin to panic, and than to anger and to confusion and panic again, "I.. this should make-"

"Emma wait! Don't think about it!" Kyle interrupted her, his voice a bit panicky as well, "It's okay, you have to keep it a secret," He stopped for a moment trying to figure out the right words, "Because..." He looked back at her for a hint, but saw the same confused and curious face, waiting for the answer. "Because your husband would get mad anyway!" He exclaimed as if he's just found the Holy Grail.

"But why would he had get mad? It's not like we are cheating!" Now Kyle felt as if the table has turned somehow, yet thankfully he could just bullshit his way out of it, "He'll get mad because that is the kind of person he is, Emma. Sometimes people get mad for no apparent reason." He tried to play it cool, hoping it will land right.

"Ow, it's not like him. Tom is very reasonable," she protested, but Kyle could see the doubt creeping into her eyes. "You're probably right, it would be better if I keep it a secret for his sake." Her face got a bit sad, but she managed to put on a smile, "We've promised to not keep secrets from each other, and now I have to." She released Kyle's palm from her grip, "But I guess that's just how things are."

"Exactly! It's just to keep everyone happy, right?" Kyle said, trying to reassure her. He took a deep breath, "And you are not going to worry about it! You've just had fun, and your husband doesn't need to know cause it's not his business!" Now, it is not like whatever the mindfuckery is going on (and now Kyle was convinced that this particular fuckery here was of a mind-tupe), he wanted to make sure to take full advantage of it.

"Speaking about fun, can we have another round after lunch?" He asked, while quickly destroying toasts and jam on his plate. The morning was so lovely, and it was almost a sure that the rest of the day has to be spent in even a better fashion.

"Nah, sorry Kyle. I've work to do," she looked at the clock and flinched, "Oh my god, I should be in my car already!" She jumped out of the chair, "Listen, I gotta go now, just lock the door as you leave," she sprinted past him, "Bye!"

Kyle blinked and looked around. He was still in awe of what had just happened. "Well, that's one way to end a conversation," he murmured to himself, standing up to clear the plates. He couldn't believe it. He had just had the best (and only so far) sex of his life, and now she was off to work. He felt a bit used, but the memory of her moans washed over him again, and his cock stirred in his pants. He chuckled to himself. "Guess I can't complain," he said, tossing the plates in the sink.

Well, the day just starting anyway, so... What is on the agenda? Mindfuckery, right. Kyle turned left and directed himself to out of the cull-de-sac. The sun was high in the sky, and the air was crisp with the promise of a warm afternoon. He felt like he could conquer the world, or at least the local mall where he had planned to do his shopping... Devious smile crept on his face.

"Dude, what's with your face?" The hobo on the parking lot looked at him with a suspicious gaze. Kyle just waved at him and continued walking, "You wouldn't believe it, man!" He shouted over his shoulder. Making a jedi-trick to open automatic doors, he entered the mall. The place was buzzing with life: shoppers pushing carts, teenagers whispering sweet nothings, and babies crying in the background. The usual mix of smells hit him: fast food, cologne, and that faint scent of despair that always lingered in the air.

But today he was looking for something special. His mind was racing with thoughts of the morning's events, and his cock was still half-hard from the memory of Emma's tight pussy. Breath-in, breath-out, Kyle, he thought to himself. You've got to focus. Small store, with no customers, a perfect spot for an experiment. He approached a lingerie shop, the kind where they sold those fancy, lacy things that women liked to wear for their men. Or for themselves. Or that men would-

"Can I help you?" The voice interrupted his train of thought. Now, caught while trying to look under the mannequins' skirts, was not the best look, but oh boy, the voice was heavenly. Kyle looked up and was greeted by a pair of striking blue eyes. The angel that owned the voice also had flowing blonde hair and was wearing a somewhat suggestive apron, that upon more detailed inspection was just part of the shop uniform with the name tag saying 'Sandra'.

"Hi Sandra, I'm looking for something... special," Kyle replied, trying to sound as non-creepy as possible. He had to admit, though, the way she looked at him with that pierced tongue made his heart skip a beat. "You see, I had quite a morning," he winked, hoping to ease the tension. "I've had a... breakthrough of sorts, and now I'm looking for an outfit to match my new... mood," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Her heavy gaze and a long sigh with a clear frustration was all the answer he needed, "Look, kid, if you're just here to gawk, I've got better things to do than to stand around and watch you get a boner," she said, crossing her arms over her chest, "But if you actually want to buy something, I might be able to help you out."

Okay, it is not like Kyle was not a pervert. He was, the origin of the story was him literally being a peeping tom. But, for some reason, saying something like, "Let's have sex in the storage room," just didn't seem to be right. "I'm sorry, Sandra. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Kyle said with a sincere smile. "I just had a really... enlightening morning, and I thought, maybe I could get something for the lady who's been... helping me," he said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Her look got from annoyed and frustrated, to frustrated and surprised, "You got a lady, huh?" Sandra said, raising an eyebrow, "Well, in that case, I would need her size and style preferences." She gestured to him to follow her into the shop, "Here is our lingerie section, tell me more about her," she said, her voice more business-like now.

"Well, she's... she's... " Kyle stumbled over his words, "She's... average size, with... um, grey eyes, dark hair..." He was blushing furiously now, and Sandra couldn't help but chuckle at his awkwardness.

"Yea, cool bro, just tell me her breast size and let's get on with it," she said, her eyes trying hard not to roll. "By the way, do you want black or red?"

"Well, I mean... What do you prefer?" Before she was able to make another snarky remark Kyle continued with, "It's okay to tell me!" The last phrase was quite rushed, and for a moment it seemed that Sandra was about to throw him out of the shop, but she just sighed.

"Black," she said, her tone softer than before. "And should you really think more about my preferences, or maybe concentrated on that... lady of yours?" She raised her eyebrow at him, her blue eyes filled with tiredness.

For Kyle, however, there was no way to ignore the fact that she did tell him something about her preferences. And while he knew he should be careful, there was only one way to test the mindfuckery further. "Sandra, tell me about what you wear," now that was probably mild enough to make it into a joke or questions about lingerie, so that not to end up in jail for sexual harassment, but still Kyle spent couple of seconds expecting a slap or a call to the mall's security.

Her exacerbated sigh, however, was a good sign. "If I tell you what I wear, will you make a purchase already?" she asked, her arms still crossed, but the tension around her eyes had lessened.

"Yes, absolutely!" Kyle's eyes lit up with excitement, and Sandra couldn't help but smirk at his eagerness. "Okay, in addition to the store-apron, the t-shirt, shorts and a smile, I also have my sports-bra and white panties..." For a moment she was about to stop, "And a butplug, but I don't think you're looking for that right now."

"Yea, I don't-" Kyle's eyes grew wide, "Wait, what? A butplug?!" He looked at her up and down, "It doesn't look like it," he said, trying to play it cool.

"Yes, it's cause it's not on display," Sandra's smirk grew into a full smile, "But, I told you what I wear, and now you have to buy something and get out of here." She held two different sized lingerie nodding to one and the other, "So, which one is it?"

Kyle nodded to the one that seemed to fit Emma's sizes. "That one."

"Finally, let's go to cashier," Sandra said, leading the way, her hips swaying seductively under her tight apron.

"So, do you get a lot of customers?" Kyle asked, trying to keep the conversation going, his eyes glued to her ass.

"Does it look like it?" Sandra said over her shoulder, her tone slightly sarcastic.

"Yea, no wonder," Kyle quipped, his eyes not leaving her ass for a moment. The way she moved was mesmerizing, like a snake charming its prey.

"Hey, can you stop staring already?!" she snapped at him, turning around and showing her annoyed expression.

"Bu-ut, you are alright with me staring at you," Kyle looked at her expression changing from annoyed back to bored, "In fact, you are alright with my touches too." He reached out and gave her ass a gentle squeeze.

Sandra quickly looked across the store before spinning around to face him, "Hey, common, I'm at work right now!" She slapped his hand away, but the slight smirk on her lips told Kyle she wasn't totally mad.

"So what? We're just having fun," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Besides, it's okay for me to touch, and even do some other more sexual stuff, right?" He leaned in closer, his hand hovering over her ass, waiting for permission or protest.

Sandra sent another look to the store entrance before sighing and leaning back into his touch, "Listen, dude... I'm at work, and here we have policies. One of them is 'no sex' policy." Her tone was firm, but her ass cheek shifted, giving him just a bit more access.

"I can get in trouble if somebody notices-" she was about to say, but Kyle cut her off with a sudden kiss on her lips, his hand squeezing her ass. She gasped, and than, for Kyle's surprise, moaned and grabbed his neck, pushing her body closer to him, kissing back with a passion that could've melted the polar ice caps. Her tongue piercing tickling his upper lip as their mouths danced together.

"Fuck, I wish I could take a break right now," Her teeth bit her lip with such hunger that Kyle worried she might draw blood, "But if we're going to do something, it has to be fast," she whispered into his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "The backroom is clear for now," she added, her hand already leading him through the curtains into the dimly lit space filled with cardboard boxes and clothes racks.

"You are so lucky my dildo run out of batteries," she murmured, her hand reaching for his crotch, "I'm already wet from that little show." Her voice was a mix of irritation and pure, unadulterated need. "But, we don't have much time, so get those pants down," she ordered, already unbuttoning her own apron.

Kyle nodded and quickly complied, his cock springing free and pointing straight at Sandra. "Jesus," he breathed, taking in her half-exposed chest and the way her small, pert tits strained against the tight fabric of her shirt. "You're... you're slightly larger than I expected," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.

"I'll be gentle," he promised, yet she already didn't care biting the tip of the condom wrap and ripping it open with her teeth, sheathing him quickly. "Get here," she said, pulling her skirt up and bending over a box, revealing a pair of simple, white panties, already damp with desire.

"Just push them aside," she whispered, her eyes closed in anticipation. Kyle stepped closer, his cock pulsing with excitement. He reached out and hooked his thumbs into the fabric, sliding it to the side to reveal her glistening pussy. Working the fabric a bit more, he found the small, cute buttplug nestled inside her. "Oh, fuck, that's cute," he murmured, his thumb brushing against it.

"Thanks dude, but can you just fuck me already?" Sandra's voice was strained with impatience, her breath coming out in short pants. "I don't have all day," she added, wiggling her ass slightly. Kyle chuckled, grabbed her thighs with one hand and pointed his cock with the other. He took a moment to admire her body, the way her ass cheeks parted for him, and then, with a swift motion, he pushed inside her.

Sandra gasped as she felt the stretch of Kyle's thick cock filling her up. He was so much bigger than anyone she had been with before, and the sensation was overwhelming. Her knees buckled a bit, but she managed to stay upright, gripping the edges of the box tightly. Kyle held onto her hips, his hands squeezing into the soft flesh as he began to thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the quiet stockroom, mixing with Sandra's moans that grew louder with every stroke.

"You're so tight," Kyle grunted, his movements becoming more erratic as his excitement grew. Sandra's pussy was soaking wet, making it easier for his big dick to slide in and out of her. She bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle her moans, but instead little whimpers of pleasure slipped out. The sensation was intense, and she felt like she was going to come any second.

"More, please, just a bit more," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper, just as her body pushed back into him, urging him deeper. Kyle took the cue, his grip tightening on her hips as he thrust harder, his cock plunging deeper into her welcoming heat. "Yes, right there," she gasped as he hit her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

With a sudden jolt, Sandra felt her orgasm approaching. Her muscles clenched around him, her pussy tightening like a vice as she came. The sound of her moaning filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that seemed to urge Kyle on. He didn't slow down, instead pumping into her with a fervor that matched her own. She felt her body shudder as the climax overtook her, her walls quivering around his cock as she rode the waves of pleasure.

As she came down from her high, Sandra managed to straighten her legs slightly and turned her head to look at Kyle over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with lust. "That was... incredible," she panted, her voice breathless. She looked down at his condom-clad member, still standing tall and proud despite her best efforts. "I'll finish you with my mouth, okay?" she said, her voice a seductive whisper.

"Okay," Kyle sounded a bit less intellegent than before, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. He stepped back, letting making space for her to get down. Sandra's legs were wobbly but she managed to keep herself upright as she turned around and dropped to her knees. She took Kyle's cock in her hand and with little mischievous smirk, pulled the condom off. He watched in awe as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her pierced tongue flicking against it.

That was definitely a new one for Kyle. Sandra's mouth was hot and wet, and her piercing added a hint of extra pleasure with each stroke. Unlike Emma, who went in deep and slow, Sandra was all about speed and enthusiasm. Her mouth slid up and down his length with ease, her teeth scraping gently along the shaft. The sensation was intense and Kyle's legs felt like they were about to buckle under him. "Fuck, yes," he murmured, his hand reaching out to tangle in her hair. He had never felt anything quite like this before.

Sandra looked up at him with those big blue eyes, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him off, and Kyle could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He tightened his grip on her hair, urging her to go faster, deeper. She complied, her eyes never leaving his as she took him all the way down her throat. The sight of her like this, on her knees with her nose almost touching his stomach, was too much. "I'm cumming," he warned her, his voice strained.

Her reaction was to suck harder, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock to keep him steady as he exploded into her mouth. He filled her with his hot, sticky load, and she swallowed every drop, looking up at him with a look of pure satisfaction. When he was done, she let his cock slip from her lips with a wet pop, smacking her lips and standing up. "Mm, tasty," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Ten minutes later Kyle was trying to find his way out of the mall, holding a bag with one hand, and small card with Sandra's number in the other. "Okay, it seems my life has definitely changed for the better."