Earlier today

Ann sits in her small home office on a chair in front of her computer, participating in a video call with Hank and Yuki from the graphic design team.

"Let's pull up the mockups," she says, navigating through the files. "What do you think about this iteration, Hank?"

Hank leans back in his chair. "Solid direction. I can work with this." He nods approvingly. "The client will respond well to the clean lines."

"Perfect. So, what's the timeline? When can we deliver the final version?" Ann asks.

Hank frowns thoughtfully, furrowing his brow. "Three days, probably. We're juggling a few projects right now."

Suddenly, two fingers are raised from the bottom edge of the camera frame. They belong to Yuki, the female co-lead of the graphic design team. She withdraws herself from Hank's cock, her lips glossy, and looks directly at the camera with a confident smile.

"We can tighten that to two days," Yuki states with quiet confidence. "I'll reallocate some resources this afternoon."

"Thanks, Yuki," Ann says warmly. "You are the best." She watches as the Japanese woman's lips wrap back around Hank's shaft and continues pleasuring him. "She really is," Hank adds with a pleased grin.

"Okay, I think that's all," Ann says. "Thanks again, you guys. That was a great meeting. See you tomorrow!"

"Bye!" Hank waves enthusiastically.

Yuki, who is still sucking Hank's cock, manages to raise one hand and wave goodbye to the camera.

Ann ends the call and leans back in her chair with a satisfied smile. She begins to put her bra and top back on. She had taken them off after Hank asked her to during the meeting, saying it would make the video call more "efficient."

She stretches her arms above her head, feeling pleasantly relaxed, when suddenly, the doorbell rings.

When she opens the door, she finds Mr. Smith, her elderly neighbor from next door, standing on the porch. He's a kind, friendly man in his late 60s with a receding hairline and a slight potbelly, despite his otherwise slender frame.

His face crinkles into a friendly smile, the lines around his eyes deepening with warmth.

"Ann!" he says, his voice carrying the gentle rasp of age. "I was hoping to catch you."

"Mr. Smith!" Ann greets him with a warm hug. "What brings you by?"

"Nothing much," he replies with a gentle smile. "I just thought I'd see how you're doing."

"That's so sweet!" Ann laughs. "Would you like to come..."

Before she can finish, Mr. Smith pulls her close, and kisses her. Ann giggles at the unexpected advance, but she melts into it, parting her lips to let him in. His kiss is clumsy but eager.

When they finally break apart, Mr. Smith is breathing heavily. "Now undress," he commands.

"Sure." Ann nods and strips right there in the doorway, peeling off her clothes until she stands completely naked in front of the older man. His eyes roam over her body appreciatively.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, smiling.

"Thank you," Ann says smiling. "You're such a sweetheart."

She walks around him and closes the door. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Take me to the bedroom," he says firmly.

"Okay," Ann says and takes her neighbor's hand. They start walking down the hallway together.

"How was your day?"

"Good, good. Just ran some errands. How about yours?"

"I finished a big project I was working on. Besides that just a few video calls. It was a pretty productive day."

They chatted casually all the way to the bedroom. Once inside, Mr. Smith sits down on the edge of the bed.

“Let me help you with your jacket,” she says, stepping closer to help him take it off. As she leans forward, her bare breasts are right in front of his face. He can’t help himself—he grabs them and brings a nipple to his mouth, suckling on it.

Ann laughs. "Oh my, you really wanted that, huh?" She gently strokes his thinning hair while he continues nursing at her breast like a hungry baby. After a long moment, he finally lets go.

"Suck me now," he commands.

Ann smiles and kneels down. Then she undoes his fly and frees his semi-erect cock. She wraps her lips around it and starts bobbing her head, creating wet, slurping sounds as her saliva drips down his shaft. He groans in pleasure, running his fingers through her hair.

"Damn, you're so good at this," Mr. Smith says, patting her head. "My wife... when she was still with us... she wasn't really into it."

Ann pulls back, cock still in hand, looking at him, confused. "Why? It's a cock. Why shouldn't she suck it?" She demonstrates by licking from his base to his tip.

Mr. Smith looks equally confused. "I don't know. But that's just how it was. It... yeah, it doesn't make any sense."

"Strange," Ann says. "It's such a nice cock. Do you wanna fuck me?"

"That would be nice, Ann."

Ann climbs on his lap and guides his now fully erect cock into her wet pussy. When he enters, they both let out loud moans of pleasure.

She starts riding him, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm. He fondles her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as she bounces on his lap. The room fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and their moans.

"You're such a dirty little slut," Mr. Smith grunts. His hands move to her ass and give it a slap.

"Thank you," Ann moans. "I really am. I'm your dirty little slut."

He groans at her words. "Say it again."

"I'm your dirty little slut!" she cries out once more, her hands braced on his shoulders as she rides him harder.

It doesn't take long before Ann has her first orgasm. Her pussy clenches around his cock as she cries out his name. But Mr. Smith isn't finished yet.

He slaps her a ass so she gets off him. She complies, standing in front of him, breathing heavily. He stands up and pushes her onto the bed on her back. He positions himself between her legs and continues to fuck her in the missionary position. His movements are less powerful now, but he finds a steady rhythm that keeps her stimulated.

"Look at you, such a good girl taking my cock," Mr. Smith grunts, as he reaches down to rub her clit with his thumb.

Ann whimpers and moans, feeling another orgasm building. "Please, I'm gonna cum again!"

"Then cum for me," he commands.

She doesn't need to be told twice. Her second orgasm rocks through her body, even more intense than the first. Her legs shake, and her pussy grips his cock tightly as she screams in pleasure.

Mr. Smith groans and finally lets go, pumping his load deep inside her. He buries himself to the hilt and shudders as he finishes.

Afterward, they lie together for a moment, catching their breath. Mr. Smith gently pulls out of her, his cum starting to leak from her well-fucked pussy.

"Wow," he says, sitting up. "That was... I haven't had sex like that in years."

Ann sits up, too, smiling. "I'm glad I could help."

Mr. Smith laughs. "Help? You were amazing." He starts to get dressed and put his clothes back on. "How is Matt doing?"

"Oh, he's good. He's at work right now, but we're meeting up with friends later this evening."

"That's nice," says Mr. Smith, buttoning his shirt. "He's a good man."

"Thanks," Ann smiles. "He really is."

Once fully dressed, Mr. Smith leans down and kisses Ann deeply and passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth. "Thank you so much for this," he says when they break apart.

"You're welcome. Anytime, Mr. Smith."

He chuckles. "I'll hold you to that." He heads toward the door, with Ann following behind him, still completely naked. He gives her one more kiss at the doorstep.

"Bye now," Mr. Smith says, stepping out onto the porch.

"Bye!" Ann waves, closing the door behind him.

She's about to go back to work when she hears a knock at the door. She opens it to find a delivery driver standing there with a package.

"Delivery for Ann...," he says, looking at the label.

"That's me," she says, opening the door wider and taking the package.

While she's signs the receipt on his electronic device, the delivery driver can't help but stare at her naked body. Slowly he is massaging the bulge in his pants. When Ann finishes signing, she looks up at him with a friendly smile.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asks.

The driver blushes and fidgets. "Well, I only have a few minutes before my next delivery, but... maybe you could... suck me off? Quickly?"

Ann nods enthusiastically. "Sure, I'd love to."

She drops to her knees in front of the open door, leans forward and takes the man's cock out of his pants. She wraps her lips around it and starts sucking, her head bobbing up and down. The delivery guy moans and puts his hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements.

Ann picks up the pace, bobbing her head faster and faster, eager to make the man cum as quickly as possible. She doesn't want him to get in trouble with his boss.

He groans louder, his grip on her hair tightening as he gets close. With a final thrust, he cums in her mouth. She swallows as much as she can, but there's too much, so some of the cum drips down her chin and lands on her tits.

"Thank you so much!" the man pants. He quickly puts his cock back in his pants and adjusts his uniform.

"You're welcome," Ann says brightly, as she stands up and brushes off her knees.

The delivery driver smiles, then hurries off to his van. Ann is about to close the door, when she sees Emma's boyfriend, Pete, working in his front yard. He glances over and sees her. He raises his hand and waves at her.

Still naked and covered in cum, she waves back. "Hi, Pete. What a wonderful day, isn't it?" Pete nods and smiles, continuing to pull weeds from his flowerbed.

Finally, Ann closes the door and returns to work.

It really is a wonderful day in a quiet neighborhood. So peaceful. Nothing strange would ever happen here.