Head-Bump

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, as the sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the neighborhood, Kyle found himself unable to resist the temptation. He had seen Emma's husband, Tom, leave for his weekly golf game hours ago, and the house was silent. He knew this was his chance. With trembling hands, he approached the window that gave him a direct view into the Taylor's bathroom. He peeked through the blinds, his breath fogging the glass as he watched her undress. The sight of her naked body was like a punch to the gut, sending waves of heat rushing through his veins.

Emma stepped into the shower, the water cascading over her pale skin, turning it a rosy pink. She didn't hear the soft click of the bathroom door as Kyle slipped inside. His eyes were glued to the glass shower door, watching the rivulets of water run down her body. His hand found its way to his pants, and he began to stroke himself, his mind racing with dirty thoughts. The sound of the shower muffled his ragged breaths.

His fingers moved up and down his shaft with increasing urgency, as his eyes moved up and down Emma's body. She washed herself, unaware of the voyeur in the room. The soap bubbles clung to her, creating a steamy, erotic spectacle that Kyle couldn't tear his eyes from. He watched as she reached up to wash her hair, her breasts bobbing with the movement, her small pink nipples peeking out from the frothy lather. The desire grew so intense in him, it was almost painful.

As Emma rinsed the soap from her body, the water droplets on the shower door created a mesmerizing pattern. Kyle's eyes followed them, lost in his own world of lust. He didn't notice his feet slipping on the wet floor until it was too late. With a loud thud, his body hit the ground, his eyes rolling back into his head as he lost consciousness.

"Kyle, Ky-yle!" The panic in her voice jolted him back to reality. His eyes fluttered open to find Emma staring down at him, water droplets clinging to her naked body, a look of shock and concern etched on her face. "Oh my God, are you okay?"

His cheeks burned with embarrassment as his hand was still holding his half-erect dick. The cold tile floor beneath him sent a chill through his body, bringing him fully back to reality. The look on Emma's face slowly turned from concerned to irritated, and then angry, "I am not here to peep on you! I would never do anything inappropriate like that! It's just a mis... a misunderstanding!" he sputtered out, trying to explain his presence in a way that wouldn't get him into trouble.

Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer to him, the water from her body leaving a trail of wetness on the floor. "That's good! Otherwise I would have to call the cops!" She pulled her towel around herself, but not before Kyle caught a full view of her firm, round ass. "But you're still going to tell me what you're doing here."

Kyle's mind raced as he searched for a believable lie. "I... I was just... checking the pipe leakage, Tom asked me to come by and check it," he stammered, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding hers. He could feel the weight of her gaze, and the way her frame moved close to him. Kyle almost squinted expecting a slap, but instead, Emma's hand reached for his arm, helping him to his feet.

Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, and his dick twitched involuntarily. "You're shaking," she said, her voice softer now, the anger replaced by curiosity. "It's just the cold, from the floor," Kyle lied, his voice cracking. The steam from the shower had thickened the air, making it feel like a sauna. He could smell the faint scent of her body wash, something sweet and floral that was now forever burned into his memory.

As she helped him stand, the towel slipped slightly, revealing one of her small, firm breasts. Kyle's eyes stopped firmly on it, his heart pounding in his chest like a jackhammer. Her nipple was almost asking him to lean in and take it into his mouth. In fact, he could hear its call.

"Kyle? Are you alright?" he felt Emma's hand leave his arm and hover over his forehead, as if checking for a fever. His eyes remained glued to her bare breast, the pink nipple standing erect from the cool air. She didn't bother to cover herself, which only fueled his desire more. The way she looked at him, a mix of curiosity and worry, made him feel a bit ashamed.

He managed to tear his gaze away and nodded, his cheeks burning hotter than the sun outside. "Emma, your towel is..." Kyle trailed off, pointing awkwardly at her.

Emma followed his gaze, looking down at her exposed breast with a surprised chuckle. "Oh, I guess you are right. Well, I am dry anyway." She dropped the towel, leaving her completely naked in front of him. Kyle's heart felt like it had stopped as he took in the full view of her.

Her skin was flawless, a canvas of porcelain that begged to be touched. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, with small pink nipples that tightened even more as he continued to stare. Her stomach was flat, with a hint of a belly button ring peeking out, leading down to her neatly trimmed bush. Her legs were long and shapely, and her pussy was glistening from the shower water, a secret garden just waiting to be explored.

He tried to avert his gaze, but his eyes kept going back to her, like a moth to a flame. Emma didn't seem to mind his ogling. In fact she turned slightly, giving him a better view, allowing the light to dance over her curves of her ass. She reached the clothes packed on the cabinet and grabbed a bra and panties, but she didn't put them on, instead she just held them in front of her as if contemplating whether to get dressed or not. Finally, she turned her head to Kyle, "Hey, I know you are here to check on that pipe, but what do you think of these?" She held out a set of lacy black lingerie, something that looked like it would leave nothing to the imagination.

Kyle's mind was a tornado of confusion and lust. Why was she showing him her underwear? Was this a test? What kind of test? He didn't study anyway, was there an email he missed? The question echoed in his head like a siren. "Oh, uh, they're... they're fine," he managed to get out, his voice thick with desire.

Emma raised an eyebrow, "Fine? They're supposed to be for Tom. He's going to be home soon, I want to surprise him. But I need to know if they're hot enough." She stepped closer to Kyle, the heat from her body washing over him. "Do they make me look... sexy?"

Kyle felt like he was in a dream, one that was turning into a quite fear dream. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. "Emma, are you sure it is fine for you to be naked around me?"

"What do you mean? It is not like you peep on me or something, you don't do inappropriate stuff like that, right?" Emma said with a smile, and held the lingerie set in front of her, "So, do you think he'll like these?"

Kyle's mind was racing, trying to understand the situation. He would not "do inappropriate stuff like that," didn't sound like him. He was very much somebody who would do something like that. But Emma seemed convinced of his innocence, that he wondered if she was right, and he was innocent.

"Kyle, Kyle! Gods, Kyle, stop looking at my breasts, I need your eyes on the bra!" she laughed, slapping her hand against his cheek playfully. Kyle snapped his gaze away from her nipples, feeling more decided. Yes, he was not innocent and the hardness in his pants was a clear indicator of that. But Emma seemed to have no idea, or she was playing along. He decided to test the waters a little further.

"Well, I can't really assess the sexiness of the bra without seeing it on," Kyle said, his voice thick with the challenge.

Emma looked at him, a glint in her eye that made him question if she knew more than she was letting on. "You're right," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "Let's make sure they fit perfectly." She stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his chest as she reached behind her back. The lacy cups of the bra enveloped her, with a flirty smile, she turned around, her ass brushing against his crotch as she leaned in to ask for his help with the clasp. Kyle's breath hitched in his throat as his hands hovered over her shoulders, the fabric of the bra teasingly close to his trembling fingers. The smell of her freshly washed hair and the faint scent of her arousal washed over him, making it hard to focus on anything but the task at hand.

With trembling fingers, he reached for the clasps of the bra, his heart hammering in his chest like it was trying to escape. He couldn't believe this was happening, but he wasn't about to question it. He took his time making as much contact with the skin on her back as possible, savoring the moment.

Emma's skin was smooth and warm, and the light dusting of freckles across her shoulders sent his imagination spiraling into a whirlwind of debauchery. His dick pressed against her ass, begging for release, but he held back, afraid to break the spell.

He managed to fumble the bra into place, the lacy fabric teasing his fingertips as he gently pulled the straps into place. As he did so, Emma's breathing hitched, and she leaned back slightly, her ass pushing against his crotch. It was the most intimate contact he'd ever had with her, and it was driving him wild.

"Can you speed up a bit? I'm getting cold," Emma said with a playful shiver, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down Kyle's spine. He complied, his hands moving with more confidence as he fumbled with the bra. His thumbs brushed against the soft skin of her back, tracing the line of her spine as he worked. He could feel her heart racing through the thin layer of skin, a thrilling sensation that only made his cock throb harder.

As the last clasp clicked into place, Emma let out a contented sigh, her body melting against his for a brief moment. He could feel the heat of her breath on his neck, and his hands lingered on her shoulders, not quite ready to break contact.

"Thank you," she whispered, turning around to face him. Well, she looked like his inexperience in clasping her bra was a much bigger issue that the hardon in his pants. She adjusted her breasts in the bra, watching his reaction in the mirror. "So, what do you think?"

Kyle's eyes were glued to her cleavage, the way the lace framed her firm mounds. He took a step back, trying to compose himself, "I...I think they're great," he managed to croak out, "I should check how they handle now." He reached for the bra again, his hands shaking with the excitement of the situation.

Emma's smile grew, a knowing look in her eye, "Oh really? And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

He took a deep breath, his heart racing, "I, uh, I could just, you know, make sure everything is in place." His fingers danced around the edge of the bra, tracing the line of her breasts without actually touching them. "You know, just to make sure it feels as good as it looks," Kyle really struggled too sound casual, "It's not weird or anything, totally normal stuff, you know?"

Emma looked at him unsure for a second before stepping closer, her nipples pushing against the lace. "Alright, but be gentle and don't leave any bruises," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I wouldn't want to mess up the surprise for Tom."

Kyle's hands hovered for a moment, the anticipation making his skin tingle. He took the opportunity to let his eyes roam over her body again, taking in every inch of her, committing it to memory. The way her skin flushed when she was cold, the curve of her hips, and the slight dip of her waist. He stepped closer, his knees bumping into hers, his breath hitching as she didn't pull away.

With a shaky hand, he reached out and gently cupped one of her breasts, the soft weight filling his palm. He could feel her nipple stiffen under his touch, the fabric of the see-through bra doing nothing to hide the effect he was having on her. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing against the hard peak.

Emma gasped, her eyes closing for a brief moment before opening again, a hint of disturbance swimming in her grey depths. "Is... is everything okay?" she asked, her voice more strained than usual.

"Yea, it so good," Kyle was totally immersed into his thoughts as he palmed Emma's breast, feeling it's firmness, the way it filled his hand. "I mean, it seems to be fitting well," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, "Do you mind if I move the bra up? Need to make sure it is easy to remove." Kyle looked at Emma's face and saw something he was not expecting, a slight flush of excitement. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, "Just be careful, okay?"

He took her nod as a green light, his heart racing as he slowly slid the bra up, revealing the darkened areola and her erect nipple. Although it was not his first time today seeing it, the excitement was as raw as ever. And now he could also touch it. His thumb grazed over her peaks, watching as her body shivered in response. This response made him loose it a bit, as the next thing he knew was her nipple in his mouth.

"Ju-st che-king," he said between sucks, his voice muffled by the flesh of her breast. Kyle's mind was racing as he felt her body twitch as his hands and mouth explored her. He moved faster and faster, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub as he finally hear her loud moan.

"Nooo, phf," Emma's hands pushed at Kyle's chest, taking her breast out of his mouth, "I am sorry Kyle!" Her voice was in distress and she looked as if she was about to cry, "You are helping me here, and I am acting like... Doesn't matter! Thank you for your help, I think you should go! I am sorry." She grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him out.

"Wait a bit! What are you talking about? It is all fine! You can tell me, it's alright!" Kyle tried to sound less like a horny teen with a hardon and more like a concerned neighbor, but even he could hear it is not the case.

Emma's eyes searched his, looking for something, a sign of understanding perhaps. "You don't get it, do you?" she said, her voice a mix of frustration and amusement, "Of course, you are always so innocent...so helpful." She looked like she was about to cry from her own embarrassment, "And I am getting all hot and bothered in front of you, it is not right."

Kyle felt as if this is a fever dream, the stuff before could be explained by Emma being some kind of exhibitionist, but her last phrase sounded too genuine. He was about to confess and tell her that it is he who is the pervert here, but the look of her perky nipples and surrounding mounds of soft flesh returned him some sense.

"Riii-ght. So... You are horny now, and I am innocent, so it looks like you - a married woman is taking advantage of a barely legal teen who doesn't understand what is going on.?" Kyle said, trying to make a sense of her logic. But it seems that this was too accurate, and Emma exploded in self-loathing cries. Streams of tears started to roll down her cheeks, her body shaking as she pulled him for a hug.

"I am so-oo sorry Kyle!" Emma's voice was muffled against his chest as she hugged him tightly, her naked body pressed against his. The warmth of her skin and the softness of her breasts against his shirt were overwhelming, but he could feel her trembling. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to soothe her, his cock straining against his pants.

"It's okay, Emma. It's not a big deal... You know, there is a sure way to fix this whole situation," Kyle's voice was soothing, his hands rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles.

Emma pulled away slightly, her eyes red and puffy, "What do you mean?"

He took a step back, his hands moving from her hips to her ass. "What I mean is," Kyle paused, trying to sound more convincing, "that I think that you should be less worried about it!" This was really awkward, but what if his thought about her believing everything he says is correct? "I mean, it's totally normal for you to get aroused a bit if I where to, for example..." He grabbed her ass and squeezed it, "Feel your ass, or you tits, right?"

She looked a bit unsure, "Kyle, it may be normal to get aroused, but it is still not right!" However, as she finished the sentence her voice was much less disturbed. "I mean, what if Tom or somebody else finds out?"

"Emma, I am not going to tell anyone, I promise," he assured her, his hand still resting on her ass. "And if you don't anyone, nobody will know." Kyle felt like a snake whispering lies, but his dick was begging for more action. His hands pulled her closer, and Emma's body tensed for a moment before melting into his embrace. He leaned down, his eyes locked on hers, watching as her pupils dilated.

He brushed his lips against hers, tentatively at first, feeling the warmth of her breath mingle with his. Then, with a gentle pressure, he pressed his mouth to hers fully. Her lips were soft, yielding to his as if they had been waiting for this moment. The taste of her was intoxicating, a sweetness that made his head spin.

Her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as she opened her mouth to him. Their tongues danced together, exploring and teasing. The sound of their muffled moans filled the steamy bathroom as their kiss grew more passionate. He could feel her body responding to him, her breasts pushing against his chest, her hips grinding against his erection.

Breaking the kiss, Kyle whispered, "See, it's okay." His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her even closer, feeling the heat radiating from her naked body. "It's just a little fun, no harm done."

Emma looked up at him, her grey eyes clouded with confusion and need. "But what about Tom?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Now I feel bad cause we just kissed and it feels... it feels like cheating."

Kyle felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly drowned by the raging hormones in his body. "It's alright, as long as it's with me, it is not cheating," he murmured, trying to sound reassuring. He knew it was a bold lie, but he had to keep going, the taste of her was too much to resist. He leaned in again, capturing her lips with his own, his tongue delving into the warmth of her mouth.

Emma's response was hesitant at first, but as his hands continued to roam over her body, she melted into the kiss. Her own hands began to explore, her palms finding his pants and quickly getting acquainted with the unmistakable bulge that strained against the fabric. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his hard cock, her touch tentative as she gently squeezed it.

"Oh my God, Kyle," she murmured, breaking the kiss to look down. Her hand hovered over the outline of his erection, her thumb tracing the length of it through his jeans. "You're so... big," she whispered, sounding a mix of amazed and slightly intimidated.

Kyle's heart skipped a beat as he heard her murmur. "Oh yea?" He said sounding a bit too cocky that he would like, "Bigger than Tom?" Her hands on his cock felt like heaven, and the question was a risky gamble, but he needed to know.

Emma blushed furiously, "Well, yes... Much bigger, thicker, and longer," she admitted, her voice a breathless whisper. She was not quite sure why she was suddenly so fine with this. She knew Kyle was the image of innocence, and she also knew it was fine to be honest with him, and if she wanted to play around a bit - it was not cheating since it was with Kyle. She looked down at his cock again, her eyes wide with amazement. "And balls are so... so heavy," she said, feeling them through the fabric of his underwear.

Kyle couldn't believe in it. He was literally getting a handjob from is hot sexy MILF of a neighbor wife, and she was totally into it! His mind raced with all the porn scenes he'd watched, trying to remember what to do next. "You like that?" he managed to croak out, his voice sounding like it belonged to someone else.

Emma nodded, her eyes never leaving his face as she touched him, "It's... it's incredible," she said, her voice a mix of awe and desire. "I've never held one so big before," she murmured, her hand moving from his shaft to cup his balls gently. "Are you close? Would you like me to... to swallow it?"

"Oh fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly. "I want to see it," he said, his voice loud and commanding. It was like he had been given permission to be his true self, the person he had been keeping hidden behind the facade of innocence. "I want to see you swallow every drop," Kyle's words were raw with lust, and Emma could see the hunger in his eyes.

Emma looked up at him, a mix of excitement and nervousness playing on her features. "Alright, I don't do it too often, but I can try," she said, her hand still wrapped around his cock. The thought of her taking him in her mouth was almost too much to bear, and Kyle could feel his orgasm approaching like a freight train.

He nodded eagerly, "Yes, please," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. He watched as she slowly lowered herself to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. The sight of her kneeling before him, her naked body with a single bra clinging to her skin, was already enough to make him cum. But he held on, waiting for the main event.

Her hand continued to stroke him, as she slowly moved her face nearer to his crotch. Her breath was warm on his cock, making him throb with need. He watched as her pink lips parted, and she took him in her mouth, the wetness of her mouth enveloping his cockhead.

Kyle's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to suck him, her tongue swirling around the tip. He had never felt anything so good in his life, and he could hardly believe that this was happening. His hand reached out and grabbed her head as he suddenly felt as if his soul is leaving his body through his cock.

After some time, Kyle felt some painful slaps. "What the fuck?" He asked in whisper before looking down and seeing Emma's head nested all the way between is legs. Her eyes wet and red, and her hand pushed hard into his legs trying to get his cock out of her throat. He had no idea what was happening, but it was clear she was trying to pull away from his cock, so he released her head.

Emma managed to get his cock out of her throat with a loud "pop" sound, gasping for air, starting to cough and gag from all the spit and cum still lounged in her throat and nose. Kyle felt a mix of pleasure and amusement as he watched her trying to get rid of his seed from her face and hair.

"I'm sorry," she coughed, "I didn't mean to do that," she said, her eyes watering. Kyle could see the guilt in her eyes, but also the excitement of what just happened. "It just went in too deep," she added, trying to play it off as a mistake.

Kyle chuckled, his cock still hard, "It's fine, Emma, really." He helped her stand up, his hand lingering on her arm, feeling the aftershock of his orgasm. "But maybe next time, we should be more careful," he suggested, his voice filled with arousal.

Emma nodded, her cheeks still flushed, "Definitely," she agreed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "But for now, I think I should get cleaned up," she said, gesturing towards the shower. "Before Tom comes home," she added, after checking her phone for time.

Kyle's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Tom, fuck. Getting caught with his dick inside Emma's mouth wasn't exactly the way he wanted to end his day. He quickly pulled his pants up and jumped back into the yard, careful not to slip on the wet grass again. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. That was fucking insane. He just came in his neighbor's mouth and she liked it, and she is okay with it... And she believes everything he says? That last thought still felt a bit to unreal to be true, so Kyle went to sleep happy with his more natural accomplishments.