The Next Door Housesitter

Joanne stood in the hallway, staring at the front door. Her husband, Tom, had just left for work and Joanne was frustrated and angry.

Tom had been away working the previous week, arrived home Friday, mounted Joanne for fifteen minutes and fallen asleep. On Saturday, he made excuses before going to the football match with his friends, arriving home late and incapable. Sunday was golf day, so Joanne was left climbing the walls in frustration.

She had woken early, remaining naked under her robe, but Tom had showered, grabbed some coffee

' Got to dash love, busy day', pecked her on the cheek and gone.

' Aaaagh' she cried out, before turning on her heels and walking through the house and into the garden.

The sun was just beginning to warm the air. Joanne raised her face to the sun, eyes closed, hands on hips, feeling the warmth on her cleavage.

Through half closed eyes she thought she saw curtains moving in her neighbour's house.

Suddenly aware of how much her robe had stretched open, revealing her ample cleavage, she checked again.

Yes, there was movement.

Her neighbour was on holiday and Joanne knew that he had a friend house sitting.

The thought of him being a voyeur excited her a little and she turned slightly towards the house. Tilting her head further back, which raised her breasts, she put her hands behind her as if easing some back pain. Her robe opened a little more, exposing the curves of her breasts. Holding that position for a few seconds, the curtains moved again.

Joanne smiled to herself before returning to her house, aware of how arousing it felt, an idea formed in her head.

Climbing the stairs, she was aware of a slight dampness between her thighs as she thought about what she was about to do.

Entering the bedroom, she slipped her robe off and looked in the full length mirror at her naked body.

Looking in the full length mirror, she turned and inspected herself. At 38 and after having two kids, she had pretty much kept herself in shape. Running her hands over herself, she cupped her 38c breasts which accentuated her natural curvy body.

Stepping to the drawers, she pulled out a white thong, tight white shorts and paused to decide on a top. She smiled as she pulled out a white vest top with spaghetti straps. It was slightly too small for her now, but it would serve a purpose.

After dressing, she checked herself in the mirror again, pleased with her appearance, her brunette hair falling around her shoulders, her nipples clearly visible through the top. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she made her way downstairs, picking up her sunglasses on the way, and out into the garden.

Pausing at the kitchen door, she took a deep breath, before stepping out into the sun.

Joanne walked over to the garden shed, opening the door, she bent over to select some tools. She held her position, wondering if her voyeur was still watching.

She turned around and stood up facing her neighbour' s house, the small vest top stretched across her breasts, she gasped silently when she saw the curtains move again.

Kneeling down, she sat back on her heels, ensuring that her voyeur had the opportunity to have a good view.

Joanne leaned forward, supposedly weeding, her braless breasts hanging down. Her breathing was shallow as the excitement flowed through her body

The neglect from Tom and the thought of a stranger watching her was arousing her enormously.

As she ' worked ' she heard the familiar squeak from her neighbour's kitchen door. Her voyeur had come outside, her heart was hammering in her chest through excitement. She flicked her tongue over her lips, resisting looking up.

The footsteps on the other side of the fence sent tingles through her body as she kept her head down, giving the image of concentrating on the weeding.

The polite cough attracted her attention and she looked up to see a tall older man, perhaps in his mid sixties.

Joanne sat back on her heels, looking up at the tall well built stranger. Her nipples hardened as the stranger ran his eyes over her body.

He introduced himself as Frank, house sitting for James.

She felt a dampness between her thighs again as she subconsciously leaned back, pushing her breasts forward. Frank's tongue flicked across his lips as he saw her nipples pushing against her vest.

Almost in a dreamlike state, Joanne stood up and told him that she was going to get a coffee and would he like to join her.

He accepted her invitation and Joanne told him that the garden gate was unlocked. She turned and bent over to brush the dirt from her knees, delaying a little to allow him to see the curve of her bum.

The excitement surged through her body as she stepped into the large open plan kitchen/ living area.

She was making the coffee, when she heard him enter the house behind her.

Turning to hand him his mug, she saw him fully for the first time.

He was tall, muscular with an easy smile, salt and pepper hair, clean shaven, Joanne's legs trembled when his hand touched hers while taking the mug.

They sat on the big sofa at the side of the room. Frank told her a little about himself.

He was widowed, ex military and ran a small printing business.

His words didn't really register with Joanne as she was aware of his eyes were on her breasts and there was a significant bulge in his trousers.

It was like an out of body experience when Joanne turned to Frank and told him that he could touch, pushing her breasts out a little.

He put his mug down before hesitantly cupping her breasts causing Joanne to gasp. He rubbed his thumbs across her aching nipples, her thong now very damp.

She was aware of his experience as he seemed to manipulate her feelings, just by using his hands and thumbs.

Joanne removed his hands and in a trance like state pulled her top over her head, dropping it onto the floor.

Frank moaned quietly in approval as he saw her naked breasts for the first time.

Joanne 's nipples felt ready to explode as the older stranger teased them between thumb and forefinger. She threw her head back and groaned out loud.

And then his lips were on them, sucking, licking, nibbling. His large hands cupping and squeezing her breasts.

She squirmed in her seat as he masterfully manipulated her breasts and nipples. Joanne was aware of her increasingly wet thong as she leaned back, eyes closed.

She moaned as his lips and tongue teased her nipples and she felt him unbuttoning her shorts.

He ordered her to stand up before sliding her shorts down her legs.

He murmured his approval as he cup her bum and kissed her stomach. Joanne felt alive, feeling his lips moving down over her pubic mound, before he pushed his tongue against her thong, the material sliding between her lips.

Joanne had to grip his shoulders when her legs almost gave way, her pussy at the mercy of this older man.

He looked up into her eyes as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong and slowly pulled it down.

She felt so turned on, standing naked in front of the older stranger. He sat back unfastening his trousers, pulling them down, followed by his boxers.

His hard thick cock sprang up and Joanne gasped at the thickness. He reached for her bum, pulling her towards him and she straddled him.

Reaching between her thighs, she gripped his gloriously thick shaft, dragging the head back and forth through her labia.

Putting one hand on his shoulder, she groaned as the head easily entered her.

He held her gaze as she lowered herself inch by inch before sitting fully down.

Joanne sat for a few seconds, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of being filled.

Her eyes widen and she moaned out loud when he took a nipple in his mouth, gently biting. She began to rock back and forth, her juices running down his shaft.

Gradually increasing her speed, her groans filling the room, her nipples teased, aching.

She threw her head back, totally enjoying the mature stranger inside her. He cupped her breasts together, sucking and nibbling both nipples. She rode him harder, faster, feeling her orgasm building.

Crying out loud, Joanne gripped his shaft, thighs trembling as she came hard. Her head on his shoulder as her body throbbed with post climax after shocks.

Joanne felt Frank lift her and he told her to kneel on the sofa. In the afterglow of her orgasm she obeyed, head down, bum in the air as he positioned himself behind her.

And then a hiss of air escaped her lips when he entered her again. His thick, hard cock filling her deeper in this position. She moaned into the cushion, her hands gripping the sofa, his big hands holding her hips. He thrust in and out easily, she pushed back against him.

For the first time she heard him groan as her pussy gripped his shaft. He slapped her bum as he fucked her harder.

Joanne could feel her second orgasm building as he pounded her deep and hard.

His cock throbbed and swelled and she felt the head of his cock against her cervix. He growled out loud and she felt his spunk filling her, sending her into another orgasm.

He held her tight, his cock pulsing as rope after rope of spunk emptied into her.

Finally he collapsed on top of her and they lay panting as they recovered, his cock softening and sending shock waves from her pussy as he slowly slipped out.

Frank stood up and dressed, Joanne still on the sofa content and satisfied.

And then he was gone, leaving Joanne to vow to explore more adventures.