Becoming the MILF Whore Nextdoor

Bill was only a little annoyed really. It was a lovely sunny, yet fresh day in early spring, and he was in no hurry. So what was there to be annoyed about. He didn't tell them that though of course, he huffed and puffed and looked put out. And he gazed forlornly at his crippled, almost brand-new car.

"I'm supposed to be giving the missus a lift to one of her clubs tonight as well," he sighed.

The guys at the garage apologised profusely. Their supplier had let them down, the car would be sorted, first thing tomorrow, and delivered to his house, or wherever he wanted, free of charge. He accepted the offer, and that there was nothing more they could do about it.

"Fucking potholes," he said with a grunt, and everyone agreed.

So it was he found himself sauntering through the little town center for the first time in years. He did a little shopping, had a cuppa at a cafe, and generally watched the world go by. He was feeling quite nostalgic by the time he decided to head home. He hadn't been on a bus for what, 15 years or more, even though he qualified for a free bus pass now.

Bill thought it would be fun to give it a try, so made his way to the bus station. It was late afternoon now, and it seemed everyone was heading home. The bus station was pretty busy so it took him a while to figure out where his bus left from.

He slipped through the crowd, his tall slim frame helping him navigate, over the heads of most of the crowd on his way to the stop. As he approached he spotted his stop, and the huge crowd gathered around it.

"Fuck that," he whispered to himself, "taxi it is then." As he began his turn, the bus came into sight. The crowd stirred in anticipation, people got to their feet from the little seats they had been perched upon as they waited. A flash of auburn caught his eye and stopped him in his tracks.

He looked more closely, waiting for a gap in the shuffling crowd so he could see the owner of the red hair. Walking closer to the crowd he peered over them. Then the flash of red dropped out of view. Bill moved sideways, trying to get a better angle. A gap through the crowd opened momentarily and he saw her.

Bending down to pick up her shopping bags. Her tight black leggings struggled to contain that magnificent backside. She was clearly wearing a thong and the seam of her leggings separated her big soft cheeks. While the hem of her light grey hoodie sat on her hips up around her waist. She stood upright, lifting the clearly heavy bags, and pushed her way forward as the bus doors hissed open.

It was Jackie, Bill's short, curvy, perfectly formed little, 40-something, red-headed MILF next door. She had moved in, along with her two sons, a couple of years ago, after her divorce. Bill was, it is fair to say, in lust with her from the moment they met. Early one summer morning as she was hanging some washing out. She was wearing just a long t-shirt-type nightie. It hung off one shoulder most deliciously and was a bit old and thin. So the light behind her made it almost transparent.

Bill had, at the time, thought she was a total tease and knew exactly what she was doing. But after getting to know her, he realised Jackie had no idea the effect she could have on men. She lived in sweatpants, t-shirts, and hoodies. Keeping herself to herself and almost hiding from the attentions of would-be suitors. She never thought anyone would be interested in her. Twenty-plus years of marriage had all but removed her self-confidence.

Jackie had been perched on the little bench seat for what seemed an age. The crowd grew larger and her heart sank at the thought of the battle ahead. She hated getting the bus. She had intended to take a taxi, but she overspent on groceries so couldn't afford that now. In fact, she had only just enough for the bus.

The crowd around her stirred and she stood up, trying to peer over or through them to see if it was their bus arriving that caused the stir. It was so, fearful that she might lose her position near the front if she didn't, Jackie bent down and picked up her shopping bags. She shuffled maybe half a step forward, then came to a halt pressed against the woman in front of her. The crowd surged behind her and she felt them pushing and jostling at her back.

"I'm getting too old for this shit." she sighed, the heavy bags cutting into her fingers as she waited. She bent forward and bent her knees, lowering the bags to the ground. The crowd behind her pushed onto her bottom as she did so. She was already thoroughly pissed off at being skint. The battle for the bus was not helping her mood.

A gap opened in front of her. She bent down, lifted her heavy bags again, and shuffled to the bus. She lifted her foot and placed it on the step. Then just as she hauled herself onto the bus. Jackie felt fingers sinking deep into the soft curve of her ass. They took a firm hold and squeezed hard, pushing between her cheeks as their grip tightened. She gasped and turned, but the grip was released before she could twist around.

The crowd behind her shuffled impatiently forward, jostling her. Totally disinterested in her. A group of boys were suspiciously looking the other way. There was no other clue as to who had just grabbed her. She stopped by the driver and emptied her purse of coins. Taking another opportunity to check the crowd. The boys were giggling among themselves as they pushed rudely onto the bus behind her.

Jackie walked down the bus to the first empty seat she saw. She placed her heavy bags on the seat before squeezing passed them to sit by the window. She gave the boys her best angry stare as they went by on their way to the back seats. But they were oblivious to her.

Bill watched her step onto the bus as he pushed into the crowd, hoping to get a seat next to her for the journey home. She stopped momentarily in the doorway, looking back, almost angrily. Then she stopped again, beside the driver. Putting her heavy bags down just to pick them up once more. Finally, she disappeared into the bus.

Bill followed her, making his way as quickly, but politely, as possible through the crowd. At last, he got on the bus and headed for where Jackie sat. Just over halfway down and still alone, thankfully. As he approached he noticed she kept looking back toward the rear seats and still looked a little flustered. Nearly all the seats were taken and the one next to her would have been, but for the large bag of shopping she had left on it.

"Hello Jackie, mind if I join you?" She started, her green eyes wide as she looked up at Bill. A moment later she realised who he was, her expression softened and she smiled up at him. A beautiful big smile that made him feel more than welcome.

"Oh sure, please, please," she said lifting her shopping onto the floor by the other bag and squeezing her feet down either side of them.

"You ok?" Bill asked as he sat down, pushing into her soft wide hips. "You looked a little upset just then?"

"Oh yeah, well umm," she glanced toward the back of the bus again, "I think one of those boys grabbed my bum as I was getting on the bus." She said looking very sheepish. Bill's first thoughts were that he didn't fucking blame them, but he managed to stop himself saying that. Instead, he just tried to gauge her attitude to the offense. He wasn't going to make a fuss if she didn't want him to.

"It's silly I know, no big deal, but what are they, like 12 or something?" He glanced back, and there was a group of 5 schoolboys sitting together, laughing and talking loudly. They were probably in their mid-teens.

"You want me to go and have a word with them?" Bill asked, trying to be chivalrous but hoping she said no.

"No, no, it's ok, I don't know for sure it was them," she looked a little deflated, "and I'm just feeling a little hard done to right now." The bus filled up quickly as they spoke. Then shook it's passengers around a bit as it maneuvered from the bust station.

"Oh dear, that doesn't sound like you, anything I can do?" He asked, genuinely offering his help.

"Not unless you know what this week's lottery numbers are gonna be?" she laughed. Bill knew she was struggling to make ends meet. He had offered her money in the past, but she had always declined either a gift or a loan.

"No I'm afraid not, but the house is looking a bit messy, you can do some cleaning for us if you like?" They both laughed, it was a running joke. Bill's wife Pam was about as house proud as you could be. Both of them were, to be honest. Not so much as a blade of grass was out of place in their house. Jackie and her two sons on the other hand...

"How is Pam by the way, not seen her for a while?" Jackie asked.

"Oh she is fine, I don't see that much of her myself anymore though." He explained, "She is always out at clubs or groups or something.

"And what about you?" Jackie asked, "Never expected to see you on the bus?" A look of genuine curiosity crept onto her face as she remembered his new car. "Where's that flash new car of yours?"

"In the garage, I just came from there. Hot a moon crater-sized pothole and broke something." Bill explained, without going into detail. The bus bounced along the road.

"Fucking potholes," Jackie swore, turning to look out the window.

"Indeed," Bill replied, glancing down at her thick thighs encased in black. Her legs were open because her feet were on either side of her shopping bags. That didn't leave him much room, but he didn't mind. He enjoyed being pressed against her. The sun shone through the window, bathing Jackie in light and warmth. The tightly stretched material of her leggings almost glistened as the pale skin beneath caught the light. They creased where her thighs met her groin, creating a little mound. Through the middle of that mound ran the seam of her leggings, splitting it in two.

"Oh fuck," Bill whispered to himself.

"Sorry did you say something?" Jackie asked turning to him.

"I said it's hot." Bill lied, pulling at the front of his shirt as if to fan himself.

"Yeah, it is, " Jackie agreed, "that sun is pretty strong when you are out of the wind." As she spoke she pulled down the zip on the front of her hoodie. Then she slipped it back off her shoulders, leaning forward a little to pull the grey sweater from behind her back. Beneath the hoodie, she wore a tight vest-type top. It was white, with thin spaghetti-like straps and one of those built-in bra things.

"Oh my fucking god," Bill whispered to himself again, quieter this time. As Jackie sat back her little white top tried its best to contain her large soft breasts and failed. They bulged over the top and bounced continuously, and it seemed uncontrollably, as the bus navigated the bumpy roads. He tried not to look as they chatted, but his eyes were drawn back to her again and again.

They had been on the bus for almost half an hour when the group of lads made their way, noisily passed them. Jackie shot them a dirty look as they moved down the centre aisle of the bus. They saw her but just laughed, and Bill thought he heard one of them talking about her tits as they left the bus.

"Cheeky little fuckers." Jackie hissed.

"They need arresting," Bill agreed, feeling guilty that he wasn't exactly innocent in his behavior, "A night in the cells would teach them a lesson."

"Haha, yeah, or a fine, a big one," Jackie laughed "and they could pay it to me." They both laughed, and Bill's train of thought took the idea further.

"Well you know, it is a kind of theft when you think about it." He said.

"Eh, how do you work that out?" Jackie asked.

"There are people who pay good money to do what they did," Bill explained. "So in a way, they stole what you are entitled to." Jackie laughed out loud, her breasts bouncing as she shook.

"Pay to grope my arse?" Jackie questioned.

"Oh yeah," Bill went on, getting a bit carried away now, "grope, play with, spank, whatever." The bus bounced along the road.

"Who the fuck is going to pay good money to spank my arse?" Jackie asked. Bill could have just laughed or shrugged, or said just about anything other than what he said next. Looking back, this was the moment that started it all. If Bill had kept his mouth shut, none of it would have happened.

"I would!" Bill said.

He knew even as he was forming the words, that he was going too far. She looked up at him, lost for words. He stared down at her, horrified at the sound of his own voice. Bill couldn't hold her gaze and looked away. Unfortunately, he looked straight down her top. Jackie followed his eyeline and looked down at her own cleavage.

The truth hit her like a train. The old guy that lived next door had just offered to pay her for sex. And though it was done in a joking way. It was clear he meant it. What's more, from his expression she could see that he knew she knew.

It took Jackie a while to process what just happened. Not so much the what happened bit, but more how she felt about it. She was confused by the emotions stirring inside her. Yes she felt shocked, maybe even offended at the suggestion.

But she would be lying if she said she didn't feel a thrill of excitement. A sudden tingling of her skin as it became hyper-sensitive. She was suddenly aware of how he pressed against her on the small seat. How her breasts heaved in her tight little top. Even how her wide open legs invited him to look at her now obvious to her camel toe. She blushed and turned to look out the window.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." Bill began to apologise, but Jackie hardly heard him.

"I didn't mean to suggest that, um," he couldn't bring himself to say it, "I'm so sorry." His voice trailed off. Jackie sat in stunned silence for a moment. Shocked by the fact that she didn't mind any of it. No one had made her feel like that, objectified her like that, since her kids were born. She kind of liked it.

"It's ok," she said turning back to face him, "I know you were only joking, don't worry about it." She could see him relaxing as she offered him the get-out, and he grabbed it with both hands.

"Yes, yes of course I was," he agreed, "but I went too far, please forgive me."

The truth was, she had been so down as she got on the bus. But Bill had really lifted her spirits. She felt flattered, even a bit sexy, now that she could see how he looked at her. Or rather, how he tried not to look at her. It had been so long since she had felt like that. She had liked it back then and if anything, she liked it more now.

"Oh, this is us," she said as they neared home, and gestured to the button to request a stop. Bill pressed it and stood up, then bent down and took one of Jackie's heavy bags. She slid the other bag and herself, to the edge of the seat and waited for the bus to stop. It was nearly empty now. They were one of the last stops on the route.

They set off together on the short walk home. Carrying one bag each, Jackie wedged her hoodie between the handles of her bag. The cool spring breeze was at her back. Blowing her messy waves of auburn hair into her face. So after just a few steps she stopped and put her bag down.

"Just a sec." She said to Bill, and he turned to see what she was stopping for. Jackie stood up as tall as she could. Arching her back and pushing her chest out. Then she raised her arms and pushed her fingers deep into the soft mess of her hair. She pulled her hair back, watching Bill as she did so. He was trying not to look, but she was gratified to see he couldn't stop himself.

Jackie pulled a little elastic off her wrist, it had been there all along, just in case. She wrapped it around her hair a couple of times. Giving Bill a big smile as he noticed her watching him. Then she bent forward, took a deep breath, and picked up her bag again.

"Ok, let's go," she giggled, feeling more and more like the naughty girl she had been. They walked on, chatting about nothing and everything. Approaching the turn into their street they came across a car almost blocking the pavement. They would have to go single file only by it.

"After you," Bill said, stepping to one side and leaving the path clear for Jackie.

"Why thank you," She purred, and walked ahead of him through the narrow gap. She would claim she didn't do it. But Bill was sure her hips moved from side to side as she walked with a little more oomph than before. Just as she reached the end of the restriction. Jackie stopped and looked back over her shoulder.

"Are you thinking about spanking my arse again?" she asked and laughed. Then she turned back and carried on walking. Bill was indeed thinking about her arse. About doing more to it than just spanking.

"What would Pam say?" Jackie whispered to him as he caught her up.

"You're not going to let me forget this are you Jackie?" Bill asked. She smiled at him as they walked down the driveway between their houses.

"No Bill, I don't think I will." Jackie giggled as she took the bag off him and headed inside.

That bus ride played on the minds of both Jackie and Bill for the next couple of weeks. Bill felt foolish and embarrassed at first. But as time went by, he met Jackie out in the back garden. He thought he saw a change in her. She became more flirty, and where she seemed unaware of his presence before. Now she acknowledged him, giving him a little wave, even when he was just watching from his study window.

For Jackie, it was just a bit of playful fun. He was a married man after all. What she didn't know was that Bill hadn't had any kind of sexual contact with his wife in ten years. Had she known, she may have been kinder and not teased him so much. But the fact is, the idea of getting some money for something as silly as a spanking? Well, it was starting to appeal to her.

It was almost eleven in the morning on another bright, breezy day, perfect laundry weather. Jackie was in her small back garden, hanging out the second load of washing for the day. She wore an old t-shirt that had shrunk a bit after several washes. It just about reached down to her waist. Her grey sweatpants were loose and hung hazardously to her wide hips. Looking like they would fall down any second.

Bill watched her from his window, hiding behind the net curtains. She didn't look for him as she had done recently. She just pinned her underwear to the line with her back to him. The breeze whipped that luscious main of red hair about her shoulders as she fought with the line. He decided to pop outside and see how she was doing.

Jackie cursed under her breath, lost in her thoughts. She was short on the rent this month and would have to go overdrawn, or without food, to pay it. That would mean a bank charge to pay and even more to catch up with next month. She dropped a pair of panties on the floor and cursed as she bent down to pick them up.

"Oh dear, I hope that wasn't aimed at me?" a voice behind her asked. She turned to look and there was Bill, leaning on the fence between their houses.

"Hi Bill," she said, using one hand to hold her hair out of the way and squinting into the sun, "you ok?"

"Fine, fine," he replied, "not like you by the sounds of it?"

"Oh, I'm fine, just the usual shit." Jackie sighed and turned back to her laundry. Bill knew what that meant. He also knew the answer to his next question, but he asked anyway.

"Anything I can do?"

"Sure," Jackie laughed, a hollow resigned laugh, "you can spank my bum." Bill smiled, even though she was clearly upset, she could still muster a joke.

"If you think it would help?" he offered in return. There was a slightly uncomfortable silence. Jackie hung a couple more items on the line. Then she turned to look at him, again squinting and pulling her hair out of the way. Bill noticed the weird expression on her face and felt a little uneasy. She turned away again and attached the last items to the line. Then she picked up her laundry basket and turned to face him again.

"Where's Pam?" Jackie asked, the basket resting on one hip. Her sweatpants almost fell off her. The pale white curve of her belly peeked from the gap between her pants and her t-shirt. And the cool breeze clearly affected her nipples as they thrust against her thin top. Bill felt his pulse quicken, but he didn't know why.

"Oh she is at some get-together with some of her friends, over in Milton Keynes, she'll be gone all day," he said. Jackie just looked at him, shielding her eyes from the sun and her hair with one hand. Holding the laundry basket with the other. There was another silence, Bill caved first.

"What's up Jackie, you're in a strange mood?" He asked. Still, she considered her options, her future, her morals, her pride. Then she asked him.

"How much?"

"How much what?" Bill asked in reply, but deep down, he already knew. There was something in her change of attitude that gave it away.

"How much would you pay to spank my bum?" Jackie confirmed, with no hint of a joke this time. After another silence, Bill was lost for words. He tensed, suddenly feeling unsure, which was unusual for him. Jackie shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Her loose sweatpants were clinging to her hips. Bill could have sworn he saw a hint of red hair where her soft belly met the loose waistband.

"How much would it take?" He eventually answered, still trying to weigh up the situation.

"Fifty quid," Jackie responded quickly, she had been considering just that question most of the morning.

"Ok," Bill said, feeling a little taken aback, "when do you want to um."

"It will have to be right now," she said, "otherwise I will change my mind." There was another long pause. Bill considered his options, looking his curvy little neigbour up and down as his mind raced.

"I think you better come inside then." He said and moved toward his side gate. Jackie put her laundry basket down and did the same. She left her garden by the side gate, hopped over the low wall separating their driveways, and entered Bill's garden.

He held the gate open for her and she shuffled passed him in her bare feet. The worn cuffs of her sweatpants dragged on the ground and caught under her heels. He followed her into his own kitchen. The sweet fresh smell of her just-washed and conditioned hair filled his nostrils. Once inside, Jackie turned and leaned back on the counter.

"So umm, how exactly do we do this?" She asked, a weak smile on her face. She was trying to brave it out, but Bill could see that she was trembling.

"I don't really kno..." Bill started to say.

"Don't try and make out like you haven't played through this scenario in your head already." Jackie interrupted, her voice sounding a little wobbly. "I need you to take charge here Bill, because I don't know what I am doing, and if you don't tell me I am going to lose my nerve and go home." She made a good point, and she was right of course. He had fantasized about this moment several times. He straightened himself up, and stood close, looking down at her.

"Fifty pounds for five minutes. I will only use my open hand, there may be some caressing but I will not touch any more intimate areas." He said, his face stern and serious."Are you sure about this Jackie? Last chance, I will not ask again."

"Yes, I'm sure," she replied, almost in a whisper.

"Then come with me." Bill turned and left the kitchen, heading into the hallway. He turned and paused at the bottom of the stairs, making sure Jackie was still with him. Then he led her up the stairs, turning to the side at the top and into what was essentially a small bedroom. But it had been made into a kind of office.

The door opened in the corner of the room, and in the middle of the opposite wall was the window. Jackie could see her garden and the side of her house through it. To the left of the window was a small round table. There were two small wooden chairs by the table, one of which was turned a little toward the window.

To the right and almost in the centre of the room, was a large dark, wooden desk. Behind it was a leather chair and behind that the chimney breast with an old unused fireplace in it. The walls from the right of the window, all the way round to the door, were lined with bookcases. Bill walked straight across the room and picked up the chair by the window. He placed it in the space in front of the desk, with the seat toward her.

"Five minutes," he said, taking her hand gently and leading her behind the chair so her back was to the window. "You keep your hands on the seat. If you let go, the five minutes start again, understood?" Jackie nodded.

"When you are ready," Bill said and stepped back.

Jackie stared down at the little wooden chair. The plain wooden seat looked old and worn. Delicate round spindles ran up the back with simple, slightly curved flattened wooden slats between them. She took one last look around the room. Then lifted onto her tiptoes, placed her belly on the top slat, and bent forward until the heels of her hands rested on the edges of the seat. Her fingers closed. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the chair, and waited.

"Eleven o two and twenty seconds," Bill said, announcing the time her hands had reached the seat. For what seemed an age, Jackie waited. Her ankles locked together, her heels off the ground. The top of the chair sank into her soft belly. Her large soft breasts pulled at her t-shirt, exposing more of her back, and the long dark red waves of her wild hair fell over her face, obscuring her view of the room.

Bill paced around her, like a tiger circling a trap. Watching, longing to take the bate. He still couldn't believe she was actually here. From where he stood he could see the top of her bum crack peeking from her low-rise sweatpants. And the pale round globes of her breasts. Their weight pulled up on her top making it gape from below. He glanced at the clock, shit, almost a minute had gone already.

Bill adjusted his shorts, he was hard already. Then he moved closer and placed his open hand on the small of Jackie's back. He felt her tense immediately. He stroked her back carefully, it was smooth and flawless, just as he knew it would be. Her pale, porcelain-like skin was almost translucent and seemed to glow in his dark little den. He placed his other hand on her back and moved them around to her waist. Then back over her hips. Catching the waistband of her pants and easing them down.

The loose but heavy sweatpants slid easily over Vickie's bottom. In fact, once started, they did the rest on there own. The heavy waistband fell quickly beyond her knees. Turning almost inside out where they were held between her tightly clenched thighs.

"Oh my god," Bill whispered to himself as his next-door neighbour's big, round, perfectly smooth white backside came into view. He was kind of disappointed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. But he also liked the idea. He had suspected as much whenever he saw her in her back garden. Jackie giggled nervously, clearly his whispering to himself was not so personal anymore.

He put his hands back on her hips, massaging her cheeks in a circular motion that lifted and separated them. He watched closely, his cock pulsing in his pants. The dark crease between her cheeks parted to reveal a delicious little pink bud within. He sank slowly into a squat behind her. Sliding his hands down the outside of her thick thighs as he went. Then he tugged her sweatpants free and pulled them down until they were nothing but a pile of grey around her toes. Her bare feet tiptoeing out of them.

Bill checked the clock as he stood up again. Coming up to three minutes gone. He was having so much fun, but he thought he best get on with it. Jackie couldn't see much more than his shadow as the old man moved around her. The initial shock and embarrassment at being disrobed like that was wearing off. She could hear how much he was enjoying her, and that as much as anything, was turning her on.

Bill moved around to her left, standing close by her side. His left hand rested on her back where it curved over the chair. His right hand moved up the back of her left thigh before cupping and lifting her ass cheek. He shook it gently, watching her ripe round bottom move in his hand. Then he started to tap it softly, moving his hand in an upward motion. Lifting her ass and making a little tap, tap, tap sound.

Jackie couldn't help it, she was feeling almost giddy with excitement now, and she giggled again. Sack, smack, smack, smack. Bill brought the flat of his hand down quick and hard on Jackie's bottom. First her left cheek, then the right, then the left again, and finally the right. Jackie shot upright, squealing expletives, holding her ass in both hands and almost dancing around the small room in just her little t-shirt.

Bill watched her little Monroe Esq figure, mesmerized. Her soft curves jiggled and swayed. The perfect little triangle of red hair at the top of her thighs made his cock throb, and he swore to himself again. Jackie quickly regained control and looked at Bill, an expression of shock and disbelief on her face. With a herculean effort, he kept a straight face and just looked at the clock on the wall. Jackie followed his gaze and realised. They would have to start again.

The sting in her ass cheeks quickly faded, turning into a soft warmth. She felt that pang of excitement and desire again as Bill looked at her. Jackie couldn't remember feeling so naughty, so sexy, so horny. She gathered herself and approached the chair again. Kicking her pants aside as she pressed her belly against it.

"You bastard," she giggled, "you did that on purpose."

"Yes," Bill replied, "yes I did." and he watched her bend over the back of the chair and take hold of the seat again. He could clearly see the shape of his fingers. Imprinted in pink on the soft pale cheeks of her ass. He reached out and caressed them gently. First one, then the other. He could feel their heat on his hand, along with the gentle quiver of Jackie's trembling body.

He moved behind her again, caressing her with both hands as he had before. Watching her cheeks part and longing to push his face between them. Her feet remained locked together. Her thighs were sealed. Just a hint of red hair gave a suggestion of the delicate folds within. His cock pulsed in his pants, he could feel the precum escaping at the tip.

Bill smacked her arse again, making Jackie whimper. Not as hard as he had before, but with enough force to send shock waves through her soft flesh. He waited, then smacked her again, and again. The long pauses between blows get shorter each time.

Jackie whimpered and shuddered with every slap. Her backside went from stinging, to tingling, on to burning and then throbbing. She squirmed over the back of the chair but kept hold of the seat. She could feel her pussy throbbing between her tightly clenched thighs. The more she wriggled, the more her labia were rolled back and forth.

"Aah, aah, ooh, ooh god," she gasped with each slap, unable to keep it in any longer. Bill stared down at her bright red backside. His hand print obliterated by countless other spanks. Her body was writhing over the chair, and Bill thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He wanted, more than anything at that moment. To drop his pants and take her over the chair.

He looked up at the clock, it was ten passed, and time was up. Summoning all his effort in hopes of encouraging another session. Bill stepped back, breathing quickly and trying to compose himself.

"Times up," he said. Jackie raised herself slowly from the back of the chair without saying a word. She was panting for breath, and squirming on the spot. Her mass of hair covered her face as with her head down, she reached back and carefully caressed her poor red ass. Bill heard her sniff and realised she was crying.

"Are you ok?" He asked, genuinely worried, not just because she may not want to do this again.

"Ye, yes," she replied breathlessly, "it just hurts." As she spoke Jackie swept her dark red hair back off her teary face and smiled at him. Then lifted the front of her t-shirt, flashing her boobs at Bill. She used it to wipe her eyes. In truth, Jackie wasn't sure why she was crying. Yes it hurt, but she'd had worse. No, the tears were from her confusion of conflicting emotions. She was struggling to understand how she could feel so turned on, so horny. If he said he wanted to, she would let Bill fuck her, right then and there. She stood before him half naked, wriggling on the spot, and considered asking him to.

There was another one of those awkward silences. Both of them struggling with their emotions, too scared to take the next step. They were neighbours. He was a married man. What about Jackie's kids? The whole thing was just a big mistake waiting to happen.

At last, Bill stirred, the throbbing penis in his pants demanding attention.

He moved around behind his desk and opened a drawer, taking out his wallet. He watched Jackie as she crossed the room to wear her sweatpants had ended up, by the window. She opened her legs as she stepped into them, and Bill took a breath. The crease at the top of her thigh glistened with moisture, and one tiny trickle on her thigh reflected the light from the window. She pulled up her pants and turned to him. Bill pulled three twenties from his wallet and offered them to her.

"We said fifty," Jackie said taking them.

"Call it a tip," Bill replied smiling at her from his desk chair.

"Right, ok," she said, then paused as she watched him. "Umm, thanks." She eventually concluded and walked gingerly from the room. Bill followed her downstairs in silence. Neither of them knew what to say.

Jackie left the way she had come in and Bill closed the gate behind her. She went straight to her bedroom, removing her pants and T-shirt as she went. Emptying the contents of her wardrobe onto the floor, she looked for her hidden dildo. She slammed it down in her dressing table chair, sticking it in place. Then she sat down on it hard. Fucking herself on that rubber cock until she came just a few minutes later.

Bill went back up to his den and turned on his computer. Then he approached the bookcase by the window and took the memory card from the secret camera he kept there. He plugged the card into his computer and loaded up the footage. Is it played back, he removed his pants and took hold of his big, hard, throbbing cock. He watched himself spanking his neighbour as he brought himself to the edge of climax, again and again.

When at last he couldn't catch himself any longer. Bill jumped to his feet, rubbing his hard pulsing member, moving as if he was fucking Jackie over the back of that chair. His aching cock erupted, launching rope after rope of thick sticky cum clean over his desk and onto the floor. The last throes of his orgasm sprayed then dripped onto his desk as he stood gasping for breath.