Yes

“Of course not,” I thought to myself. I was being paranoid. I hopped up to shut the window and blinds. My heart was racing. Maybe I was being paranoid, but the thought of being caught had stirred some unexpected feelings. I had just brought myself to orgasm, but I was already tingling again. I took a deep breath. The idea of my 18 year old neighbor hearing me in the throws of pleasure was so … dirty. Tommy was barely in high school, he had thick curly red hair and an acne scarred complexion; how could the thought of him turn me on? I shuddered and shook the thought away. I was just having a confusing night.

I got in bed and fell asleep almost immediately, thankfully. When I woke up, Paul wasn’t beside me. I only partially expected to find him there. I regretted having deleted our photos. I still wanted my husband back. A part of me still wanted to check the rest of the house; maybe he had come back but decided to sleep in the guest bedroom. The rest of me knew better. I didn’t bother looking.

I was still in bed, trying to get a grasp on how to move on with my life when I heard the doorbell. I jumped up. Had Paul come back? Hurriedly, I found the robe from last night and put it on. As I descended the stairs, I tried to put together an apology in my head. I would say anything to make him stay. Finally, I got to the front door, took a deep breath and opened it.

It wasn’t Paul. It was Tommy. He didn’t say anything immediately, and neither did I. After fleeting disappointment and not finding my husband, my thoughts went to the light in his room last night. “There’s no way he could have seen me,” I thought, becoming less and less convinced. After a few moments, I realized that I was being rude. “Good morning, Tommy.” His face was pale, except for the various splotches of red where he was suffering from breakouts. His hair was greasy and disheveled, and his eyes were unnaturally wide. Suddenly, I understood why. My robe wasn’t covering much. My long, slender legs were almost completely exposed, and the sheer fabric was nearly see through over my breasts. It was clear from Tommy’s expression that he had never been this close to such a nearly naked woman.

I wasn’t surprised. I could tell that Tommy wasn’t exactly popular. I had never seen him around with any of the other neighborhood kids. He mostly kept to himself in his bedroom. I remember his parents talking about how concerned they were at the amount of time he spent alone on the computer once.

Despite my embarrassment, I invited him in. I didn’t really want to stand at the door like that all morning, and it didn’t seem like he was going to gather his wits any time soon. He followed me, somewhat zombie-like into the living room. “Is something wrong, Tommy?”

“I’m here for my payment.” Tommy had been cutting our lawn. It was early in the spring and I hadn’t even known he had mowed yet.

“Oh, my checkbook is upstairs; let me just run up and put something on and I’ll bring you a check for the lawn.” I moved back toward the stairs.

“No! Wait!” Tommy jumped to stop me. “It’s not that.” He cleared his throat. He was looking more and more nervous. It was unsettling. He started to dig into his pockets. “It’s for these.” He produced a camera, and fiddled with the buttons. When he turned the view screen in my direction, my heart sank. It was a picture of me, on my bed. I recognized it from last night. The image was clear, and unmistakably me.

“Oh, God, Tommy. You have to get rid of those!” I reached for the camera, but he jerked his hand away. “Tommy, please! I’ll pay whatever you want.”

“I don’t want money,” he said. He was gaining confidence just by seeing my despair. He swallowed hard and continued, “I want …”

“Oh, no, Tommy. Please, no.” I knew what was coming next.

“I just want to see your boobs. I’m not going to **** you or anything. I just can’t stop thinking about your boobs.” He rushed over the word “boobs,” each time. He could tell I was trying to think of a way to get out of this. “I saw it all last night, and I have these pictures, so it’s not like you’d be showing me anything I haven’t seen before or can’t see again.”

“Tommy … I can’t”

“If you don’t, I’ll have these developed and post them all around the neighborhood,” he threatened. “Believe me, I took a lot last night.” I was stunned. I couldn’t have him posting naked pictures of me everywhere. I thought of the consequences. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, now, of all times, when I was thinking things couldn’t get any worse for me.

I was considering his offer. He wasn’t wrong; he had clearly seen everything last night and would be able to again whenever he wanted. “If I do, you’ll delete the pictures?” He nodded and licked his lips. I took a deep breath and looked at the windows. This time they were shut and the blinds drawn. “Okay, but only for a minute and no touching.”

Tommy looked like he had just won the lottery. “Sit on the couch,” he waved me over. I sat on one side, he on the other. I turned to face him, and untied the robe, letting it fall off my shoulders. The sudden exposure to the relatively cool air caused my nipples to stiffen quickly. Tommy let out a victorious sigh. I could see the outline of his cock growing in his pants. I tried to ignore it.

“Play with them.” he blurted it out, almost desperately. I had to admit, I wanted to. I moved my hands up and began rubbing. I squeezed them together and let them fall back into place, jiggling delightfully. I pinched my nipples and felt so sexy. I was biting my lip to keep from making any noise. It was becoming unbearable. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I tilted my head back slightly, closed my eyes and let out a long, low moan. “Say my name while you do it.”

That was too much. I had to take back some control. I opened my eyes and stopped groping myself. “Tommy, I won’t do that.”

“Do it!” He caught me off guard. His voice cracked as he tried to be assertive with his command. I flinched in shock. He moved closer to me on the couch. “Do it, or the pictures go up.”

I was getting very worried about where this was going, but I didn’t think he was bluffing. He was only inches from me now, but he still wasn’t touching me. I hoped he would continue to accept the boundaries of our agreement. I closed my eyes and began to tweak my nipples again. “Oh, Tommy,” I moaned his name sensuously, hoping a good show would quell his appetite. “Oh, Tommy, I want you.”

Suddenly, I felt his hand over mine. My eyes snapped open, but instead of screaming at him, I was struck silent by the sight of his cock out on my couch. In the few seconds I was speechless, he removed my hand and his own, but replaced it with his lips. His mouth clamped down on my perky nipple. “Tommy, NO!” He pulled his head back, my nipple between his teeth, stretching pleasurably before he released it.

I gasped in a mixture of excitement and surprise. I used my hands to cover myself as I tried to regain composure. “Tommy, put that thing away,” he was masturbating furiously now, “This is over. I’m going upstairs and getting dressed.” He smiled, clearly sensing the lack of conviction in my voice. “I’m serious, Tommy, please …” The last word was soaked in desperation. He used his free hand to swat my arms away from my breasts. It took almost no effort.

“Relax,” he said as he brought his mouth over my other nipple. He went back and forth for a few more minutes, first sucking one, then the other, before coming up for air. He looked me in the eyes, “You like, it don’t you?”

I was ashamed to admit I did. I was ashamed of how much I enjoyed his inexperienced tongue lashing my nipples carelessly. But, I did admit it. With a weak smile, I told him, “Yes, Tommy. I love it.” He was still jerking his throbbing cock. I still tried not to look at it.

“I just want one more thing, Mrs. M.” He could see the apprehension grow on my face. “I told you, already, I’m not going to **** you or anything. I just want to use your boobs. Please, let me jack off on them, and I promise this will be over forever.”

I was close to the end of this ordeal, I knew it. I breathed a sigh of relief. That wasn’t so bad. In fact, I had enjoyed myself thoroughly. A nasty thought flashed through my head. I don’t know why, but I acted on it. “I can do better for you, Tommy.” I gave him a sexy smile and dropped to the ground in front of him. I pushed him back against the couch and moved in close between his knees. He moved his hand from his cock. I took the opportunity to let a drop of saliva drop onto its tip and roll down the shaft.

I looked up into his eyes and smiled even bigger as I wrapped my tits around his cock. “Would you like to fuck them, Tommy?”

His eyes got wide, and he wasted no time thrusting hard into my cleavage. I leaned my head back and moaned, “Oh, yes, just like that, Tommy!” He reached his hands down to play with my nipples, and I started bouncing up and down to match his thrusting. Soon, he was panting and breathing irregularly. I sped up my bouncing

“Ooh shit, I’m gonna cum, Mrs. M!”

I leaned back and thrust my tits forward, “Cum on them, Tommy! Cover my tits!” He let out a triumphant groan and emptied himself on my chest. Pump after pump, jizz splattered my chest and hands as I presented my boobs to him. Finally, he was spent. I fell back, savoring the warmth against my skin. My fingers were sticky with his goo. I noticed him looking down at me on the floor and decided to give him one more show. One by one, I sucked my fingers dry, After I was done, I licked the remainder off my lips, “Mmmmmm, yummy.” I purred, looking directly into his eyes.

After a few minutes of rest, I asked the only thing left to ask.