Next Door

Like all single horny guys, Jason knew where the hottest, the OK, and the at least do-able women worked, lived and hung out, and that included in his own apartment building. He scribbled briefly in his notepad with the pen and read back what the sparkly ink announced. In my apartment block, no-one minds anything I do. They all want to be nice to me and do anything I want. Satisfied that this should cover it, he rapped sharply on the Paterson's next door.

He was slightly disappointed to find that Vic answered in his singlet and jeans, a short balding man with a paunch.

"Hi Vic",

"Hey Jason", said Vic smiling on seeing his neighbor.

"Are Susan or Chelsea home? I'd like to fuck one of them".

"Uh. Yeah, Susan's in. She's through back doing the laundry. Chelsea's out with her pals though. You want me to call her to come home?"

"Nah, that's fine. Your wife will do. I can fuck your daughter later".

"Ok. Hang on I'll get her". Vic turned away from the door and called through a screen door. "Hey Suze. Jason from next door's here. Says he wants to fuck you!" He turned back towards Jason. "Anything I can get you, a beer or something".

"Uh, maybe once we're done thanks".

At that, his wife came through the door and smiled when she saw him. "Hi!"

Susan was a hot Milf. There wasn't much else to say about her. Well other than a stupendous rack of tits, a warm genuine smile and a generous personality. Ok, there was plenty. Jason frequently wondered how she ended up with a runt like Vic, even though he was a nice guy.

"Hey Susan", greeted Jason and stepped towards her with his arms extended to squeeze those large globular breasts through her loose grey top. "I was just telling Vic here, I had stopped in to fuck you. I hope that's ok!"

"Sure. Of course!" she beamed as if her neighbor had just asked to borrow a cup of sugar. " You wanna do me through in the bedroom right now? If I'da known you were coming I woulda got ready! Goodness, look at the state of me!" she said and looked down.

Its true, she wasn't actually at her best, in her baggy sweats, but Jason had planned on her being naked soon, so it didn't matter a whole lot. Still... maybe it would be good to see what she looked like if she put an effort in. "Ok, why not. Get yourself sexied up quick and come and get me when you're ready."

"Great!" she beamed and dashed through to the bedroom leaving Jason alone with her husband.

"Maybe I will take that beer after all Vic".

"Attaboy!" said Vic and clapped Jason on the shoulder.

Five minutes later and one beer quaffed, Susan reappeared. Jason had to concede that she had done miracles, transforming herself from the drab housewife into, well, whatever it was it sure had his horn going. She was dynamite, with a tight leather skirt clinging to the lovely curves of her ass and that rack tantalizingly displayed with her blouse partially unbuttoned. She had somehow found the time to do her hair and makeup too. Amazing! Jason was glad he had waited.

"So", she smiled with a hint of cheekiness, "You wanna do me here on the couch or will we go through to the bed?"