Next Door Neighbor

"Hi sailor." she says as she steps into the house and leans against the door closing it. "Any port in a storm?" she asks as she runs her hand down my shirt against my chest.

When it looks like you are not saying anything she just smiles.

"I saw what happened out there, dreadful and as you know I am always ready for a willing man that can rise to the occasion." she says unbuttoning your shirt now. "Are you my man?" she asks as her fingers trail through the hairs on your chest and your cock hardens at the prospect.

Knowing the clock is ticking and your wife has abandoned you only makes you more urgent as you squeeze her delightful tits through her top tugging and pulling on her top until you are sucking on the best nipples yet.

"Oh yes, take me." she moans as she reaches down and tugs your hardness free, milking it with a real skill.

With a mouth full of tit you push and roll her shorts and panties down, feeling a wetness already for you as you sink one and then two fingers inside her.

You lift her and she wraps her legs around you pushing down on your hardness and you feel her wet velvet opening surround your thickness as she pummels herself down onto it thrusting and twisting as you pound her right there against the door in your house.

Gripping her tits harder you squeeze them now and watch the nipples jut even further out and rake your teeth over them as she cries out and moans in pure pleasure.

"Thump, thump, thump." her body bangs against the door with your strong entry of her again and again. Then she is shaking and moaning and crying out and you feel the extra wetness and the release of her body and then another until she is just a trembling mass of flesh caught between you and the door as you fill her to the hilt and grind now, fierce with the need to get off.

Wrapping her arms around your neck she shakes her ass like the dancers in those music videos and then you explode inside her filling her with your thick volatile release.

The watch makes its sound and resets and you know you have 12 more hours.

"Damn." she says fumbling with her clothes as her son calls out for her from next door.

"I will be back sailor." she says with a wink and walks out on shaking legs leaving you there with a renewed countdown and the thought maybe there is no hurry in finding out about who did this.

The phone rings and you go to answer it.