I was The MILF Next Door! Pt. 01

A story brought about by some real life aspects but added to by the fantasy world of Lit.

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When the doorbell rang at five 'o clock that afternoon, and seeing Mike from next door standing there I was puzzled at first.

"Hi Debbie, I wondered if I might have a word?"

His expression was quite serious and my heart skipped a beat as I was almost certain what it was about. He was normally a joker and very outgoing so to see him this serious was unusual.

For the last several weeks I'd been going to sleep at night with amounts of guilt on my mind. My daily life had not been as usual, indeed it had been getting more chaotic as the weeks over the summer progressed. I was sure it was about that.

Normal life for a thirty six year old divorcee was surprisingly humdrum. Work by day for the insurance company where I'd been employed for thirteen years, and a relatively quiet social life since Gary had left me eight years ago.

I suppose 'quiet' was a slight exaggeration this year as I'd had two short lived relationships since Christmas. Both lasted about six weeks, both filled with sex and not much else, but all done very discreetly until both guys cheated on me. Lesson learned, it seemed I was the habitual victim of lies.

Then the very hot summer arrived and at the beginning of June things changed dramatically.

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I'd lived next door to Mike and Julie for five years. We got along fine, inviting each other to occasional social events both in our own homes and elsewhere. They had one son, Jimmy or Jim, who was a typical teenager making a lot of noise with his music and having his mates round when Mike and Julie were out.

When Jimmy went off to uni last September everything quietened down and Mike and Julie got some of their freedom back.

I'd always had a lot of stupid banter with Mike and I suppose it might have seemed like flirting. I knew Julie kept a tight rein on him as he was the type of guy that was attractive to women. Me being a few years younger and single I guess I was not the woman wives wanted to see getting close to their husbands.

So at the beginning of June all was fine with the world. The sun shone, I'd got my two men out of my life and was prepared to enjoy the weather. That always involved my sun lounger, my patio and a glass of wine.

Fortunately the patio was only overlooked on one side by Mike and Julie's house and that viewpoint only involved the bathroom window and the window at the top of their stairs. The bathroom glass was frosted so if I arranged my sun umbrella in a certain position when I was on my lounger, it hid me from the other window.

Mike and Julie both worked full time so on the two days I worked from home I often took time out to sunbathe.

I had to be careful with my pale skin so I regularly applied my sun cream and only spent short periods of time in direct sunlight, however I was proud of my body and since my divorce I'd become a regular gym goer taking part in the local 'park run' most Sunday mornings.

It was one such Thursday that I lay there and heard a lot of car door slamming coming from next door which was unusual at two in the afternoon. Being the diligent neighbour I slipped my cotton beach shirt on and opened the side gate.

Julie saw me and grinned as she struggled to get a large suitcase out of the car.

"You'd think he was big enough to lift this out himself!" she shouted.

Behind her was Jimmy, also grinning and letting his mum struggle while he carried a small sports bag.

Jimmy had left for uni in September a slightly unsure teenager. I was very surprised to see a much more confident, much heavier built young man coming home for the summer break.

"Hi Debbie... need your car washed?"

This was a jokey reference to him washing my car for several years in exchange for pocket money. I'd told him I'd sooner pay him than the car wash in town that had dubious people working for it.

"I suppose you've spent your grant," I replied sarcastically.

There was a brief further exchange before I went back to my lounger and Julie and Jimmy took all his stuff indoors. Knowing that he was back home I put the sun umbrella up and positioned it carefully before continuing with my sun bathing. I lay there thinking about how much he'd grown up and quietly smiled at how I used to catch him looking at me knowing he had a bit of a teenage crush on me.

Within days Jimmy's music began blasting out when his mum and dad were at work. I said nothing until I was working from home on the Monday. Some track or other really grated on me and I heard him outside on the other side of the fence singing along.

"Turn it down a bit Jimmy, will you," I said loudly, then repeating it when I got no reply.

Suddenly his head popped up above the top of the fence.

"Sorreeeeee Debbie," he exaggerated the apology, "I'd forgotten you worked from home sometimes, I'll have to get used to being back home."

As I stood there I remembered the feeling I'd got before he'd gone off to uni when his eyes seemed almost afraid to look at me, but this time it wasn't a surreptitious glance when I wasn't looking, it was one of those masculine scans of a woman's body.

"You will," I tried to sound indignant, "otherwise I'll be reporting you to your mum and dad!"

He burst out laughing making the obvious comment that he wasn't a kid anymore.

I ended up breaking into a smile hoping that he'd got the underlying message.

"Anyway are you settled back in, how's uni going?"

We spoke for a while, renewing some of the friendly banter we'd had before.

Eventually I needed to get back to work and reminded him about the music. To his credit he did turn the volume right down and I resumed where I'd left off.

It was the following weekend that the world took a different turn.

The weather was still exceptional, there was no hint of it breaking. The high temperatures made everyone feel lethargic, not able to do anything energetic. I spoke to Julie on the Thursday evening and she told me they were all off to Norfolk for a long weekend.

I saw Mike and Jimmy loading the car up late on Friday afternoon and sitting out on the patio with a glass of wine I heard them drive away.

Saturday was just as hot and after I'd got a few chores done in the early morning I got my bikini on, slapped on some sun cream and lay out on the lounger.

Glancing next door I saw the landing window had its blinds drawn across. That was unusual but I presumed it was to keep the house temperature down. I settled with my book and poured myself a glass of water from the jug I'd prepared earlier.

I found myself nodding off and had to pinch myself to wake up and not fall asleep in the hot sun. I got up, walked around the garden before settling back down again and drinking another half glass of water.

It was so incredibly hot I thought about going indoors but it was also humid so I stayed where I was, lying back on the lounger with my sunglasses on and my hair bunched up in a plastic clip.

Then I noticed something odd. The vertical blinds in next door's landing window looked slightly apart. When I'd looked earlier they seemed to have been shut completely.

As I lay there I was able to see the window directly. Was I mistaken? Did I see a hint of movement? My mind whirred and I could only think that maybe Jimmy hadn't gone away with his parents.

I kept watching and there seemed no other explanation in which case perhaps Jimmy was looking out at me. I found myself smiling and thinking whether it might be the case. If it was true he was 'perving' over me. Oh my god, the horny lad.

For fun I decided to test my theory, to get him to show himself. I pushed my sunglasses onto the top of my head. Lifting myself forwards I reached behind and untied the strings of my bikini top. As I lay back again I held the two cups against my breasts so that they weren't exposed, but by doing so my breasts were in a precarious situation and only likely to be covered as long as I held the bikini top in place.

I continued watching the blinds, but there was no movement at all. I decided I must have been mistaken.

One final test. There was no one else around so I simply pulled the bikini top away and threw it on the table. My breasts were totally exposed, I was topless.

I felt exhilarated even if next door was unoccupied, going topless seemed an unusual thrill.

And then I saw a definite movement. I almost went to grab my top back from the table but stopped myself. I stared at the window and saw the blinds shiver a little before they became still once again. I sat up, then stood up and stretched my arms above my head before twirling around, putting on a bit of a show. My exhilaration doubled.

Slowly I walked indoors taking my bikini top with me. I was unsure what to do, I still couldn't prove to myself that Jimmy was at home and that he'd been spying on me.

I decided to leave it and I put my bikini top back on. I wandered back outside and topped up my glass with water. It was then that I heard some movement from behind the fence, someone was unlocking the patio doors.

I stood rock still listening. Then to my surprise Jimmy's head popped up above tho fence.

"Hello Debbie... enjoying the heat?"

I had the presence of mind not to appear flustered and managed to reply, "I do enjoy it... but I'm surprised, I thought you were going away with your mum and dad?"

"Yes I was, but at the last minute I was offered a ticket for a day/night match at Edgbaston, England against the West Indies, I'm setting off in about half an hour."

Jimmy was now taking in my body at much closer quarters than from the window upstairs.

"Great... so when do your parents get back?"

"They're coming back on Monday morning, a long weekend I guess, I think I'll have to get some sun tan like you tomorrow, have you got a second sun lounger?"

This was a fairly obvious bit of flirting so I tried to deflect it.

"I might get you to clean my car to earn a place on that!"

"That's a tempting offer..." he replied, "I'll wait until I see you out here in the morning and perhaps take you up on that. I was surprised you were out here so early today."

I couldn't help blushing because that almost certainly confirmed he'd been looking and probably saw me topless.

I found myself saying, "I'm not used to nosey neighbours Jimmy."

He just grinned and added, "I'll have to go now, see you tomorrow I hope."

Before I could reply he was gone, leaving me to ponder whether he'd seen me or not.

It took me all evening and almost a full bottle of wine to think all this through. I was confused by my reaction, especially my physical reaction. I was really fancying Jimmy! I found myself not able to go to sleep, partly because of the heat and humidity, and partly because of thoughts I shouldn't have been having.

I was lying naked on top of the bed and my fingers found their way to a very moist pussy. The alcohol enhanced my arousal and it took next to no time to bring myself off. I was drowning in perspiration when just then I heard Jimmy's taxi draw up outside. It was my time to look out from behind the curtains and to my horror he looked up at my window at the precise moment I pulled the edge of the curtain back.

I managed to eventually fall asleep but in the morning the dawn chorus woke me and immediately the thoughts came flooding back. It seemed I was being swept along in a fantasy that I should be rejecting, but then I was showering, feeling my pussy, and choosing my most revealing bikini.

The sun was out and even hotter. I padded downstairs bare foot and poured some fruit juice before wandering out onto the patio. Again I found myself looking up at the window next door. No sign of movement so I sat down on one of the chairs around the table and browsed my phone.

The sound of the patio doors opening over the other side of the fence made my whole body come alive. My ears strained to translate the noises into what was happening.

"Up early today Debbie?" came Jimmy's voice.

I replied immediately, "Yes, it's so damned hot in the bedroom. Did you have a good time at the cricket? I heard you come back."

"Yes thanks, had a few too many beers but it was good fun."

I couldn't believe what I said next.

"I'm just about to do some toast, shall I get you some too, you probably need it after all that alcohol?"

There was a moments delay with a stuttering reply, "Errrr... yes... that'd be great... shall I come round?"

"Use the side gate, I'll be in the kitchen."

My heart was racing, what had I done? This was a throw back to some of the dare devil days of my youth.

Jimmy arrived dressed only in shorts which was immediately disconcerting.

"Sit down there," I directed him to a stool by the breakfast bar. "Marmalade or jam?"

"Jam please, if you've got strawberry?"

The toast popped up and I put the plate of toast with the butter and jam in front of him, very aware of his eyes following me and me slightly regretting the choice of bikini as the fabric was thin and clung to my hardening nipples.

"Coffee?" I was already making my own and got an extra mug out for him.

"I wasn't expecting this," said Jimmy, grinning broadly.

"Well don't expect it too often, you're getting too old to treat as a teenager."

"I'm not sure how to take that, technically I'm still a teenager at nineteen!"

"Yes, but you look like a grown man to me!"

Again I realised I was giving out mixed messages, I tried to shut up. Jimmy chuckled, not sure how to reply and then I made it worse.

"You were always wanting to earn money from odd jobs, every weekend, most holidays you were doing something for me."

"Yes, it must have cost you a fortune," he laughed as he bit into his toast.

"It did, but I thought I was contributing to your education..."

"Oh you certainly did that!"

The edginess to that answer wasn't lost on me.

"Hmmmmmm, I'm not sure what you mean but I did eventually realise you were growing up and your hormones were starting to rattle around a bit."

Jimmy laughed out loud again, "If only you knew!"

I pulled a face, stood up and returned to the coffee machine to get a refill.

"I don't think I want to contemplate that, teenage boys and their fantasies are best left unspoken about."

I returned to my stool and tried to change the subject.

"Anyway what have you got planned for today?"

"I'm not really sure," he replied, "I might message a few old school mates to see how they're doing, how about you?"

I wasn't sure about my reply, "I think I'll just sit out there and enjoy the sun while it lasts, we don't usually get this amount do we, I'm still only halfway through my book."

Jimmy had finished his toast and jam and swigged the last of his coffee.

"I suppose I'd better get back, much as I like chatting with you Debbie, you're so easy to talk to."

"Get away! You only came for the breakfast!"

We both stood up and I saw the bulge in his shorts and tried not to stare. He in turn was glancing at my nipples that were showing all too obviously.

"It's been good though Debbie, thank you."

There was a definite sexual tension in those moments and I was hoping my faster breathing wasn't showing. Stupidly I added to it in my usual clumsy, jokey way.

"Well don't keep peering out from behind those blinds, you'll get accused of being a peeping Tom!"

Jimmy went bright red and stuttered, "Oh god... did you see me? Oh fuck!..." then bizarrely apologising, "shit I'm so sorry."

"GO!... before I accuse you of even more!"

I was giggling as he left, no doubt feeling guilty as hell. I felt guilty too, I'd said too many things that might have encouraged him. I tried to put it out of my mind and adjusting my bikini top I retired to the sun lounger with my book and another jug of water.

Needless to say I did keep an eye on the upstairs window, I didn't think Jimmy would risk peering out again and even though the blinds were open I didn't see any movement through the glass. It was another couple of hours before I heard any movement at all from next door. I wasn't too pleased because it was music that broke the silence, loud music.

I let it go on for a while before I decided that I couldn't concentrate on my book anymore. There were two bags of compost stacked against the fence so I stood up on them and my head could just about look over. The garden was empty, but the patio doors were open and the music was blaring out from within.

I waited until there was a brief moment of quiet between 'tracks' and I shouted out Jimmy's name. It worked because he came scurrying out.

"I think that music, if I can call it that, is a little too loud Jimmy! You won't be getting any more breakfasts if it continues!"

I tried to put on a stern voice which didn't really work with just my nose above the top of the fence.

Jimmy laughed his usual laugh and rushed back indoors to turn the volume down. I must have disappeared by the time he came back out because just a few minutes later he walked through the side gate to apologise. I suspected that was an excuse to visit me again.

"Sorry Debbie, about the noise, I suppose I keep taking advantage of mum and dad not being around."

I was still in my skimpy bikini and standing there I was aware of him looking me up and down once again.

"It's okay, it just seemed excessive."

He was still in his shorts and stood there rather arrogantly knowing that he was displaying his very fit body.

I found myself saying, "Do you want a cold beer... is that allowed at half past eleven in the morning after all you had yesterday?"

He stepped forward and nodded with a broad smile, "I could do with one, it's stifling."

"Come inside, if we go in the lounge it's a bit cooler, it's north facing in there and doesn't get so much of the sun."

I got two beers from the fridge, flipped off the caps and handed him one of the bottles. As I stepped past him to lead the way into the lounge he held the cold bottle directly against my spine.

"Jimmy! You sod!" I leapt forward, half turning and punching him on the arm, "stop that!"

He chuckled and tried to fend off the punch grabbing my wrist and somehow we ended up quite close against each other. There was one of those moments again. The moment where everything stops moving, time stands still. I could feel the heat of his chest against my upper arms and his hips were up against my hips.

I felt a strange urge to pull him closer but I resisted. Jimmy hesitated as well, both of us silent, both of us with our eyes fixed on each other.

Suddenly I came to my senses and stepped back.

"Jimmy..." my voice was breaking up, "Jimmy.. I think we need to take time out."

He just stood there, a few feet away with his beer in his hand and I knew he was going to say something significant.

"You know I fancy you like mad Debbie... is that a crime?"

I began to feel my legs go like jelly, "Fuck... Jimmy... you know what you're saying... I'm almost old enough to be your mother... Jesus!"

"I think you're denying how you feel, I can tell," he said it clearly.

Then I was flustered!

"I've got to sit down... you sit there, and don't say anything!"

I pointed to the armchair opposite the sofa and I sat down on the sofa.

"Jimmy, can I be really honest with you... and can this conversation be a secret between us?"

He nodded sheepishly, "Yes, of course."

I took a deep breath and thought, in for a penny, in for a pound.

"I know you've had a crush on me for a few years. I just thought it was a teen age thing and I think you knew all of that too."

He looked guilty and was sitting upright with his elbows on his knees.

"Now you've come back from uni and you've changed beyond all recognition... you're a grown man! That makes a whole load of difference."

Jimmy interrupted then.

"And I still fancy you, is that so wrong?"

I hesitated, "No it's not wrong, it's just not a thing that a thirty six year old woman does!"

"You mean have sex with a nineteen year old?"

"Yes... besides if ever your mum and dad found out there'd be hell to pay."

"So if we kept it a secret it'd be okay?"

I sighed in despair, "Smart ass! You're twisting my words!"

I wasn't ready for what happened next. Jimmy stood up and he clearly had an erection under his shorts.

"Look what you do to me Debbie... you make me so horny!"

I stared at first and was lost for words, I stuttered, "Jimmy sit down... this is getting out of control."

He took two steps towards me and I stood up almost ready to run. Still in my very brief bikini I felt extremely vulnerable for the first time.

"Stop!... stop there! Fuck!... this is crazy."

However Jimmy didn't stop there. He came right up to me and put each of his hands on each of my shoulders. I think I was visibly shaking, I knew his cock was so close to my tummy inside his shorts, threateningly close.

My reaction was to place both hands on his chest keeping him at a distance.

I think he realised he was crossing the boundary of consent and he dropped his hands taking one step backwards.

"Sorry Debbie it's just you look so gorgeous like that and I'm so worked up."

His change of heart brought an inner sigh of relief but it also brought an odd feeling of sympathy. We'd been friends for a long time and I was only now truly recognising how he thought about me. My mind was confused as well. I was here half naked with an aroused man and all the back and forth conversations had been persuading my body to become aroused too. That shocked me. It had been a couple of months since a man had 'wanted' me and Jimmy had expressed himself perfectly.

"Sit back down!" I said assertively, "shut up and sit still."

I looked down at him. "You mentioned secrets, well can you keep one and I mean from both your parents and your mates?"

He looked puzzled, nodding and he whispered, "Yes... sure."

"Then do not move!... do not say a thing!"

I sank to my knees in front of him and began to unbuckle his belt before pulling his zip down. His cock had shrunk back a bit but as soon as I began opening his shorts it grew again. When I took it between my fingers I heard him gasp and watched his eyes close momentarily.

I was kneeling between his thighs and I lifted myself up a bit, my mouth building an amount of saliva on my tongue. I parted my lips and a great wad of it drooled down on his cock and over my knuckles. It made everything that followed much smoother and much faster.

"Oh fuck Debbie," he gasped.

"Shut up... I told you to be quiet or I'll stop and send you home!"

Jimmy sighed and shifted his hips slightly while I proceeded to masturbate him in a way he'd probably not experienced before. If he had he'd probably been in better control because within three or four minutes I had him on the edge.

"I'm gonna cum Debbie... oh god!" he muttered, and suddenly an enormous spurt of spunk shot upwards hitting me under the chin then shooting outwards over my tummy and running down over my bikini bottoms. It then became a gentle and prolonged oozing over my knuckles until he groaned and his body sagged in the armchair.

"Oh fuck..."

He didn't know what to say and nor did I. I reached across to a box of tissues on the coffee table grabbing a bunch and wiping my hand and my chin.

Immediately the guilt swept over me, I thought what the hell had I done!

"I hope to god your parents don't find out about this Jimmy, you won't say anything?"

He shook his head, he was confused as much as me. He sat up and took some tissues and wiped his cock clean. Amazingly it still looked hard so I had to look away. I stood up, the lime green fabric of my bikini bottoms had streaks of semen running down into the crotch area.

"Then go home now, I need to shower, I think we need to have a serious discussion about all this, can you come back later?"

"Yes... I'm sorry I pressured you... I wasn't expecting this." His voice sounded sad.

He pulled up his shorts and made his way out via the side gate and I just muttered to myself, "Oh fucking hell!"

I wanted the shower to wash the guilt away, I was tempted to bring myself off but even that felt like a guilt trip. I got dressed in a kimono type silk shift and some strappy sandals. Downstairs I swallowed almost a pint of orange juice and ate two bananas feeling the better for it. Looking at the clock it was one forty five.

At precisely five past two Jimmy arrived with a bottle of wine.

"It's a peace offering," were his first words, "I pinched it from dad's wine rack, he won't notice."

He at least had a t-shirt on and some loose fitting track suit bottoms, he seemed far more buoyant.

"Come in, and don't start getting any ideas, you're here to talk."

I took the bottle of wine and put it to one side, "Shall we go back into the lounge it's still too bloody hot outside?"

Jimmy sat in the armchair where he'd sat that morning, I got a beer for him and I sat back down on the sofa.

"So, I think we need a rewind!" was my opening sentence, "what happened today was a one off. I'm not sure what made me do it, perhaps it was just our friendship on the spur of the moment."

"So you didn't really want to?" he asked quite legitimately.

If I was going to be truthful that was a difficult question and I stumbled a bit over the response.

"It wasn't that I didn't want to, I felt a bit trapped by you saying how much you fancied me, it seemed a good idea at the time!"

"I thought it was a very good idea!"

"Huh!" I snorted, "you're being a smart ass again! The thing is you have to get away from the fact of me being your fantasy girlfriend. Stop peering out of windows, stop mentally undressing me, or whatever you do when you're looking at me!"

I let him reply.

"It's difficult, you're just there, in my mind, in reality you're just next door, I even deleted most of your photos..."

"Stop there!" I was stunned, "PHOTOS!... what photos?"

"On my phone, I had a few," Jimmy was now looking really guilty.

"From where?" I was panicking.

"I had a few that I took at mum and dad's party last year."

I watched as he pulled out his phone from his trackie bottoms.

"Here look, they're perfectly okay."

He got up and prodding the screen on his phone sat down next to me. He was right, there I was looking glammed up in my tight fitting jersey dress next to his dad in a couple of posed photos.

"See... you look gorgeous."

I had to smile, "But what if your mum and dad see them on your phone?"

"They're just a couple of snaps that's all."

"So what did you delete then?"

Again he looked guilty, "I took some of you out of the window in your bikini."

"Jesus Jimmy, that's voyeurism! That's peeping Tom stuff! Are you sure you've actually got rid of them?"

"Yes I have, I promise," he seemed straight about that, I had no reason to doubt him.

"Right... well back to the subject you came to discuss. An extra on the list now... no photos!"

Jimmy sighed, "No photos."

He put his phone down on the sofa between us and it slipped between the seat cushions. He reached down to retrieve it and in doing so the back of his hand rubbed against my thigh. He deliberately took more than a few seconds to pick it up and pressed his hand more firmly against me.

"That sort of thing has to stop too, I know all of those tricks."

I grabbed his hand and placed it on his leg away from me. As I did so he immediately placed his hand back on my thigh.

"NO JIMMY... NO!... I said NO!"

I grabbed his wrist and he fought with me not to move it. It wasn't violent just a tussle which only he could win. He grabbed my wrist and leaned forward trying to kiss me.

He ended up kissing the side of my face near my ear.

"Jimmy, I told you... please," adding, "I asked you here to sort this problem out."

He sat back letting go of my wrist. In a bit of a pathetic tone he said, "I've never kissed you."

"No... and no teenager usually goes around kissing neighbours!"

He shuffled his body sideways and was now sitting as close as he could without touching me.

"Just one... please."

I burst out laughing when perhaps I shouldn't have. He sounded like a kid asking to stop up for another half an hour before bedtime.

"No Jimmy... no, you know what would happen, you'd want more and then you'd get excited and we'd be in even more trouble."

"He smiled and agreed, "Yes I like that idea."

Inwardly I was battling with my conscience. Why was it so difficult to just get up and walk away?

"Not a good idea, and I think we need time out."

I pushed my hands down on the sofa to stand up but Jimmy grabbed my nearest wrist again. This time I toppled sideways, off balance, and sank back into the sofa, leaning right up against him. As he lifted me back up he took his chance and his mouth closed over mine.

It happened so fast I honestly did try to pull my head away but his tongue somehow found its way between my teeth and I just passively accepted the kiss.

It only lasted a few seconds before he let me go.

"Jesus Jimmy... I told you no!"

He was grinning before he simply said, "I know... but it felt good."

I did get up then and so did he. Somehow he seemed to equate the brief kiss with my acceptance of more. He took hold of both my arms just above my elbows and pulled me towards him. His face was inches from mine and just before I tried to fend him away I felt the hardness of his erection against my hip.

"Jimmy stop... before we go too far. I know you're worked up, but we can't. It would be too complicated."

That sentence said it all and I knew as I'd uttered it the whole world would change.

He pulled me close again and this time I allowed the kiss, and it was a hell of a kiss. My heart doubled its rate, my pussy seemed to tingle. Jimmys cock felt huge against me and when our mouths and tongues separated we were in a bubble of our own.

I felt myself guided back to the sofa. Jimmy laid me gently backwards so that my body was flat and my feet were still on the floor. He sank to his knees between my thighs and in a moment I felt his hand under my kimono lifting it right up above my waist exposing my breasts.

To my own disgrace I just let the whole thing happen. My panties were being tugged down over my thighs and off over my ankles. I saw him untie the drawstring of his tracksuit bottoms. He was wearing nothing underneath and I saw once again how big he was. This was the point of no return.

Jimmy looked directly into my eyes, I think he was half expecting me to say stop, but I didn't, I just whispered, "It's okay."

He shuffled closer and I felt the tip of his cock push into my wetness and part my pussy lips. His hand went down between us and he took hold of his cock moving it back and forth in my juices.

There was a hint of a smile when he pushed his hips forward and I felt him slide into me. I gasped and groaned with pleasure not thinking of any of the consequences of it all.

He leaned over me and I put my arms around his neck. I wanted to feel every part of him so I reached down his back and pulled his t-shirt up so that I could feel his chest against my breasts. Then we were both lost in the pleasure. He pushed all the way into me and whispered, "You alright?"

"Just fuck me," I said it softly, " it's okay you can cum inside me."

At that moment it was all about lust, no great finesse, both of us wanting everything. I wrapped my legs up around his thighs and he lifted me up even further until my ankles locked together behind his waist. It made him go even deeper.

"Ohhhhhh god!" I heard myself say.

His face was buried in my neck and I could feel his mouth kissing me in that cleft at the top of my shoulder. We were so hot, the temperature outside was above thirty and our skin was slippery with perspiration.

Jimmy's hips rhythmically fucked me, slapping against my inner thighs. I could feel my pussy clinging to his shaft and I knew if Jimmy could keep going I would cum. We were both breathing faster and at one point he pushed himself up to support himself on his arms.

Drops of sweat were falling onto my face and I was tasting the saltiness in them.

Whether it was by design or just fortunate, his body began to massage my clit much more in the way he was fucking me. I knew I wasn't that far off from an orgasm and the fact it was such a young guy creating all this seemed to make it rush upon me faster.

"Jimmy... Jimmy... don't stop... don't stop," I was gasping, "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... please... ohhhhhh... yes, oh yes... oh.. FUCKKKK!"

My back arched, I was soaked in perspiration and all my leg muscles seemed to shiver, at the same time Jimmy's grunting got louder and faster until he suddenly held himself still inside me and erupted. His cock jerked and kept jerking, I could feel his semen ejaculating deep into me. He collapsed on top of me, his cock twitching and then a moment later he slipped from me.

I felt the warm spunk oozing out of my pussy.

"Oh god Jimmy... what have we done?"

He managed to stand up unsteadily beside the sofa and I could see more spunk dribbling from his cock. He sat beside me, leaning over and kissing me.

"That was so good Debbie, so good."

I sat up closing my legs together and wiping perspiration from my forehead with my fingers.

"It might have been good but it shouldn't have happened. For fuck's sake we'd better not be found out."

"We won't be, I promise."

There were a few moments of silence and heavy breathing.

"Look," I said, "I've got to shower," then seeing the mess on the sofa I added, "and clean up."

"Can I shower with you?"

The craziness continued. I realised it was awkward to send him home in his state so I insisted, "You go first, don't take long, my bedroom is the first on the right, the en-suite is just inside on the left, there should be two towels."

He disappeared carrying his t-shirt and track suit bottoms and I could hear the water starting to flow. When it stopped a few minutes later I went upstairs myself. Jimmy was standing in my bedroom, naked, drying himself.

"Jesus... you haven't pulled the curtains!" I rushed to the window muttering something about the woman across the road seeing him.

I told him to wait downstairs when he'd dried himself and I went into the shower myself. I needed the water. I had semen oozing from me still, and there was more down both thighs. I let my hair get soaking wet, I wasn't fussed about that, I needed to wash everything away.

When I was done I put a towel around my shoulders and went back into the bedroom.

To my astonishment Jimmy was still there... naked... and lying on the bed.

"Jimmy! I told you to go downstairs, I won't be long."

He just grinned and in the weirdest, most erotic way I saw his cock stiffen in front of my eyes. He half sat up on his elbows, and with one hand stroked his cock to a complete erection.

"No Jimmy... NO!"

His grin turned to a chuckle then a clear laugh as he leapt off the bed and grabbed me.

"Gotcha!" he cried.

I was curled up in a ball when he lifted me clean into the air, tugging my towel off and almost threw me onto my bed. I tried to get up but in seconds he had my wrists above my head and was kneeling astride my chest, his cock sticking out above my face.

"Jesus Jimmy, get off, you've had your fun, now let me up."

"You had fun as well, don't deny it."

Still holding my wrists his body slid back downwards and his head lowered to kiss me. Stupidly I let him and he felt me acquiesce. Our tongues wrestled for a while and somehow he manipulated his body so that he opened up my thighs and got to lie between them.

"No... No... we can't... this is crazy Jimmy... Oh God!"

I immediately felt his cock against my pussy, I tried to wriggle my hips, lift him up somehow but all it did was allow him more access. He was pushing and at first I wasn't moist enough until I suddenly was!

"Jimmy... we can't again... we just can't."

"I want you Debbie, we're on our own, I can feel you want me."

I felt his cock push an inch inside me, then he sort of withdrew and pushed again. After the third or fourth time of jabbing he slid straight into me and I stopped resisting.

"Oh Jimmy," I whispered and began to kiss him.

This time it wasn't lust, it was desire mixed with the feeling of wanting more.

We fucked for almost an hour, or should I say Jimmy fucked me for almost an hour, fucking, then resting, then fucking again. I came twice and we took it in turns to be on top. When he came inside me again I was totally exhausted and lay still on my side. He lay facing me, staring into my eyes, he looked exhausted too and I just wondered where all this was going.