Neighbor's Secret, Late Night Mail

The rain hammered against the windows as I pulled into the driveway, the scent of wet asphalt mingling with the damp earth. Our neighbors, the Millers, were out of town for the week, leaving me with a simple task: keep an eye on their place, feed their fish, and collect the mail. It wasn’t exactly thrilling, but a job was a job. Around nine o’clock, I finally made it home, exhausted from a long day at the office. I slumped onto the couch in front of the TV, eager to unwind. “Oh, I forgot to pick up the Smith’s mail,” my wife, Sarah, announced from the kitchen. “Can you come across the road with me? It’s dark and I don’t want to go alone.”

A little annoyance flickered through me, but I agreed nonetheless. The rain intensified as we crossed the street, the streetlights casting an eerie glow on the wet pavement. We reached the mailbox and, with the spare key in hand, opened the door to the Millers’ house. The interior was quiet and still, filled with an unsettling silence. We moved through the house, the only sound the rhythmic drip of water from a leaky faucet in the kitchen. Sarah placed the mail on the bench, a small pile of envelopes and packages. “Did they get anything good in the mail?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. “Well, there’s something you might like,” she replied, her voice laced with a playful excitement that sent a shiver down my spine. She pulled out a Victoria’s Secret catalogue from a drawer, its glossy pages filled with impossibly beautiful models in provocative poses. “You like this?” she asked, holding it up for me to see. I glanced through the magazine, my eyes drawn to a particularly enticing picture of a woman in a black lace bra and tight boy shorts. A slow heat began to build within me, a primal desire igniting as I took in the image. “Wow, that would look hot on you, babe,” I said, my voice thick with arousal.

As I leaned against the breakfast bar, Sarah came over and gave me a short, seductive kiss on the lips. “So you’d like me in that, huh?” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. She leaned in closer, her tongue tracing the contours of my mouth before pulling away. “What, are my panties not enough for you? I like them. They feel good to me.” She placed her hand along her stomach, her fingers delicately tracing the curve of her belly before sliding down under her belt line. I imagined her fingers exploring the sensitive skin beneath her clothes, and a powerful wave of lust surged through me. “Hmm,” I murmured, my voice barely audible, lost in the intoxicating sensation. Her groans were soft, almost imperceptible, as she closed her eyes and began to tease herself. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the heat building with each passing moment. Now, fully aroused, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. “Let me be the judge of that,” I said, my voice low and husky. I gently lifted her onto the table, her weight shifting slightly as she settled onto the edge. She sat with her legs dangling over the side, her black lace bra and tight boy shorts exposing her pale skin. Her hand continued to caress her body beneath her clothes, and I could feel her pleasure radiating towards me. I watched as she became more animated, her movements growing more urgent as she leaned back against the kitchen chair. “You like this?” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. “It’s just what I wanted,” I replied, unable to resist the pull of her gaze.

As she continued to tease herself, my own arousal intensified. I wanted her, desperately, and the thought of claiming her pleasure filled me with a frenzied energy. “So you’d like me in that, huh?” she asked again, her voice laced with a playful challenge. She leaned in closer, her tongue tracing the contours of my tongue before pulling away. “Well, are my panties not enough for you? I like them. They feel good to me.” She placed her hand along her stomach, her fingers delicately tracing the curve of her belly before sliding down under her belt line. I imagined her fingers exploring the sensitive skin beneath her clothes, and a powerful wave of lust surged through me. “Hmm,” I murmured, my voice barely audible, lost in the intoxicating sensation. Her groans were soft, almost imperceptible, as she closed her eyes and began to tease herself. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the heat building with each passing moment. Now, fully aroused, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. “Let me be the judge of that,” I said, my voice low and husky. I gently lifted her onto the table, her weight shifting slightly as she settled onto the edge. She sat with her legs dangling over the side, her black lace bra and tight boy shorts exposing her pale skin. Her hand continued to caress her body beneath her clothes, and I could feel her pleasure radiating towards me. I watched as she became more animated, her movements growing more urgent as she leaned back against the kitchen chair. “You like this?” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. “It’s just what I wanted,” I replied, unable to resist the pull of her gaze.

As she continued to tease herself, I knew I had to act. The tension was building, the desire overwhelming, and I couldn't hold back any longer. “Now,” I whispered, my voice filled with anticipation, “it’s time to take you on.” I carefully parted her butt cheeks, revealing the sight of her wet panties clinging to her skin. As I knelt before her on the floor, ripping off her jeans and panties with swift, confident movements, the anticipation reached its peak. I couldn’t wait to taste her juice and lick her slowly up and down. Her moans of delight filled the kitchen as my tongue twirled around her clit and darted in and out of her vagina. “Lick me, oh lick me,” she groaned, arching her back on the table in response to my touch. By now, she had pushed up her shirt and bra, revealing her breasts, which she began to fondle with her fingertips, circling her nipples as I circled her wet pussy. “Now… Now…” her voice grew louder with desire, her body trembling with anticipation. She sat up, putting her feet back on the ground and turning to face me, her gaze locked on mine. “You have to fuck me now,” she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. “What, are my panties not enough for you? I like them. They feel good to me.” Without hesitation, I obliged, parting her butt cheeks and trusting my hardness into her. I leant over her, her exquisite breasts pressed firmly against the table, as I thrust deep inside her, feeling the pleasure radiate through our bodies. “Harder…,” she cried out, her voice laced with both pleasure and desperation. I knew she was close to losing control, and I seized the opportunity, pushing even harder, exploding my juice as she screamed in delight and came, hard. “Oh yeah… that was amazing,” she gasped, her body wracked with spasms as she struggled to regain her composure. I stood up, helping her up, her disheveled bra and shirt a testament to the intensity of our encounter. “Taste us… just do it,” she urged, her eyes pleading. I sank to my knees and began to suck up the mixture of our love, savoring every drop as she spread her legs more for me, her body arching in response to my touch. “More… yes… more… yes… yes,” she cried, her voice filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure. As she continued to cum against me, her hands caressing her butt and her fingers sliding inside every crevice of her body, I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. We both collapsed on the floor, naked from the waist down, lost in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. For moments, neither of us spoke, simply enjoying the lingering sensations and the shared intimacy of our bodies. After five minutes of blissful oblivion, I helped her up, and we both got dressed, a silent understanding passing between us. “I guess we better wash their tablecloth,” she laughed, her voice filled with amusement. “For sure. Thanksgiving at the neighbors will never be the same.”

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