Hot Neighbour Called Him Perv Then Seduced Him with a Wicked Twist

When my mom said she needed to return an apple pie dish to a neighbour, I guess I volunteered too enthusiastically. My sister rolled her eyes and said something that is not very appropriate for a fifteen-year-old girl to say. I told her to mind her own business, grabbed the bowl and went over to the neighbour.

The eagerness is definitely showing in my eyes, I can feel my cheeks flushing and probably my ears too. Trying to calm myself down, I walked slowly, out the gate and down the street taking those few steps to the house next door. The gate was open so I let myself in and walked through the garden. I had seen the garden a thousand times from my bedroom window, but I had never been there.

I stopped by the pool. No one was there, yet I couldn’t take my eyes off the sun lounger where my neighbour had been sunbathing almost naked all summer. Every summer. I longed to touch that chaise longue, to see if it was real, but then I felt like an idiot and continued to the door.

My hands were sweating when I knocked. There was no sound from inside for a long time, maybe she wasn’t home. That would be a damn shame. The only logical thing to do would probably be to drop the bowl on the floor, but that would mean depriving myself of the opportunity to come back later and knock again.

I was not giving up.

I pounded harder on the door and waited.

Finally, I hear a sound from inside, then a voice. Her voice.

She opened the door, wearing a light sheer robe and nothing underneath. I was completely speechless, staring at her. She noticed, of course, and grinned in amusement.

“I guess you mean you came to return the bowl,” she said, taking it from my hands. “Tell your mum she can come and borrow it anytime.”

She probably wanted to slam it shut, but I didn’t move.

She had incredibly big, beautiful, full breasts and very large nipples. On top of that, she had a slim body, medium height, shoulder-length blonde hair, and even though she was definitely over forty, she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever met.

She was about to close the door and I was trying to think of something to make her stand there in that doorway a little longer. Her nipples peeked out from under the sheer fabric and against the light I could see her slender legs and even the outline of her pussy lips.

She laughed.

I tore my eyes away from her robe and looked into her eyes. She had wrinkles around them, but she was smiling indulgently.

“Something tells me you’d like to come in,” she said, opening the door. I couldn’t think of anything to say, I just walked in and strode further into the living room, where I sat down quite bluntly.

She had put the bowl down somewhere on the way, because she had come without it. As she walked, her breasts jiggled and the tips of her nipples bounced up and down.

“Would you like some coffee? Or a splash of something stronger? You can drink now, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I finally got out. “I’ve been of age for six months now.”

“So what do you want? A beer? Scotch? Vodka?”

I asked for a beer. She came back with two cans and I was tempted to ask her for scotch, even though I would have made myself look like an idiot, but for that, watching her walk towards me, in just that sheer robe, the sight of those swaying breasts so close is an image that will haunt me for many nights to come.

She sits down on the sofa next to me. She probably came out of the shower, I could smell the almond scent of the shower gel and then something else. She handed me a can and took one herself, leaning back against the back of the sofa and her robe opened up to an unreal cleavage, and even down her legs I could see the inside of her thighs. If I leaned forward a little, I would have a perfect view of her freshly washed and still wet pussy.

“You’re already going to college, I hear,” she said. Her voice sounded casual, but there was an amused sparkle in her eyes. She knew full well what she was doing to me.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. “I’m in law school.”

“Interesting. And what have you learned?”

I bulged my eyes.

She laughed in amusement, trills sounding in her throat. She was adorable, sexy, and yet so damn mischievous.

“You don’t like that beer?” She asked.

I looked at the can and took a sip. I started choking as I inhaled the beer. I must have looked like a little kid trying to drink alcohol for the first time.

“Tell me… You’re Carl, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay. So, Carl, it looks like we have a bit of an imbalance here, and I don’t like it. What are we going to do about it?”

I had no idea what she was talking about. It could have easily been that she was telling me something, but I didn’t register it because I was trying madly to concentrate on not staring at her giant breasts and her practically naked crotch and she wasn’t making it any easier.

“The thing is,” she continued, “you’re undressing me with your eyes here. Well see, you’re not even trying to disprove it. I wasn’t expecting anyone and I was in the shower when you rang. And now I see that the robe is a little more revealing than I would have liked. That’s the imbalance.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, though I had no idea what she was talking about.

“So,” she said, “I want you to undress. Then we can talk like equals, what do you say?”

“I don’t know, ma’am… I guess not,” I stammered out. I tried not to stare at her, but the look was so seductive and I was already considered a pervert anyway.

“So, what’s it gonna be, Carl?” She said. Her smile was no longer mocking, it was very, very seductive. “Either get naked or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

I didn’t want to do either.

“Okay, maybe this will help you decide,” she said, letting the robe fall off one shoulder and showing me one breast. Those nipples were incredible, totally stiff. It was clear I wasn’t going to be able to walk away.

I took off my shirt. Then I threw off my jeans and sat back down in just my boxers.

She shook her head in displeasure.

“That doesn’t seem like you took your clothes off to me,” she said. Her voice was stern now, very sexy. “Take it off. Now.”

I stood for just the barest moment, letting my shorts fall to the floor, and tried to sit down, but she wouldn’t let me. So I stood there with a full erection, blushing in the cheeks and ears on fire.

“Nice,” she said. She looked at my erect dick. I’d slept with a few girls before, but never one had looked at it with such casual, simple interest. It was terribly arousing, even if she wasn’t nearly naked herself while doing it.

I looked at that one naked breast and noticed that her robe had opened at the bottom so that I had an unobstructed view of her pussy as well. She was shaved and her lips were a little droopy, parted and glistening with moisture.

“Why the law?” She asked.

I must have looked pretty silly because she laughed. The laugh was throaty, thrilling. I didn’t want to talk about school at all, so I kept quiet.

“I want to hear it,” she insisted. “If you’re uncomfortable with my nipple, I can cover it again.”

“I’ve always been drawn to the law. Crime and stuff,” I blurted out. “I’d like to do big cases. Defend the innocently accused. But also criminals, because everyone…”

She jumped in.

“Everyone has the right to a defence. Of course. Now turn around and come closer. Step much closer.”

I stood so close I had her face right next to my hard cock. She ran her hand over my buttocks, I could feel her gentle scratching, her nails were long and painted red.

“Bend over,” she ordered.

I leaned forward. Her hand was still playing with my butt cheeks, and she continued to inquire.

“So innocent? You think someone is completely innocent?”

I just didn’t have the brain capacity for such a philosophical question at that precise moment. As I stood there in front of her, my back turned to her and bent over, I couldn’t have asked for a better view of her cunt. I’m sure she deliberately put her knees a little apart. Her palm was now running over my inner thigh, cupping my balls for a moment, then back to my buttocks.

“Probably not,” I said, when it was clear that she required some sort of answer.

“So you’ll be defending the guilty pricks,” she stated, and at that moment she stuck her finger up my ass.

I flinched, but didn’t budge. She rode my ass while I froze and glared at her. I stared at her face, her mouth was open now, her tongue running teasingly over her lips. She let the other arm of her robe fall off as well, leaving me to admire her wonderfully large tits, her nipples must have been as hard as two dark diamonds. Her knees were now far apart and open, her cunt exposed, offered. Or at least it was meant to look that way, because it was clear that she was in charge.

“I guess so,” I admitted.

“So you went to law school to defend the bad guys,” she said. “Because you’re a perverted little prick yourself. Or am I wrong?”

I swallowed.

“Yes,” I blurted out. “I’m a perverted little prick.”

She shoved her finger deeper into my arse and I groaned. I almost fell over as my knees buckled. My cock was so hard I could crush rocks with it. I touched it, but she ordered me to put my hands away, so I raised them in the air as if a cop was pointing a gun at me.

“Tell me,” she went on, “in those perverse, nasty fantasies, every time you looked in my window from your bedroom. What did you imagine?”

She ran her finger up my ass, her other hand starting to trace around her pussy as if she was about to go inside at any moment to please herself.

“I, I don’t know…” I said.

“Do you like my tits?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do you like my cunt?”

I groaned as she was fingering my asshole and stuck another finger in. Now I had two of her fingers in my arse and I could feel her sharp nails. I was completely out of my mind.

“I don’t know, ma’am,” I mumbled.

“You don’t know if you like my cunt?”

She pulled her fingers out from my ass and ordered me to turn around.

“Get on your knees,” she ordered.

I did.

She pulled my face close until I thought she was going to make me eat her, but she didn’t. I had my face four inches from her warm, wet, aromatic cunt, she held my head by the hair so I couldn’t lean in closer.

“Do you know if you like my cunt yet?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So… you like it?”

“Very much, ma’am.”

“What would you like to do with it?”

“Fuck it.”

“You mean you, a sucker, a little pervert from the neighbourhood, would want to fuck my cunt?”

I didn’t answer.

“Answer me, you little wimp.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How badly would you want to fuck it?”

She pressed my face closer to her lap so that when I spoke, my lips gently touched their pussy lips.

“Very much, ma’am.”

“Then why don’t you do it already?”

I looked at her in surprise. She let go of my hair, untied her robe, and tossed it aside. Quite naked, she rolled over and stretched out on the couch, lifting one leg—the one closer to the sofa’s back—while using the other to press into me, like she was trying to spur a horse into motion.

I raised myself up and leaned awkwardly on her.

“Then present yourself,” she said. “Fuck me.”

She was wet and lusty and I was hard, easily thrusting in and then I slammed in. She didn’t move at all at my violent motion, she just grinned. I fucked harder.

“Don’t tell me it’s already in,” she teased.

“Yes, ma’am,” I stammered.

It was humiliating and yet terribly arousing. She was an insufferable bitch and the most beautiful woman I’d ever touched.

I wanted her so badly. And I needed her to like it. To be good. No, to be the best.

“Then try a little harder,” She muttered, sounding bored, while I worked my ass off. Even as she squirmed under my thrusts, that bored look never left her face.

“I could use another beer,” she said while I did my best to fuck her hard while slapping her clit like I’d seen in porn. “When you’re done, be a love and fetch me another can from the fridge, would you?”

I was almost there and there was nothing I could do to delay it. Anything to turn this humiliation into victory.

And so I let it go. I cummed, mightily, spasmodic waves of pleasure twitching through me, squealing with excitement, and she still had that scornful smile on her face.

I rolled away to catch my breath. I looked up at her. She was already wearing her robe again, walking away, and she just casually blurted out.

“Tell your mom I said hi.”

Come on, be a good neighbour and slip a little something in my tip jar. You know, just to keep the community spirit alive.