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This is an anonymous post. I did not write this.
I am merely posting it for another individual.
Their anonymous address is at the bottom, if you care to
comment.            Steph

-----------------CUT HERE------------------     For almost three years now, I'd had a unfulfilled fantasy.
Last summer, that fantasy was fulfilled.  Karen and Dave are
next-door neighbors, both in their mid twenties.  Karen is in
good physical shape, even though Karen and Dave have three young
children.  She has blond hair, large breasts, a flat stomach,
fairly wide hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass.  Believe me,
I've enjoyed the fact that my bathroom window gives a view of
their back yard, complete with Karen laying out in a skimpy
bikini. Dave is built solidly, with lots of muscle.  Though I'm
only 20, I can't compare to him.  However, Dave flies for one of
the airlines and is often gone for a week or even more.  That is
actually what my fantasy centered about.  While a three-some
would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about
Karen and I having an encounter when Dave was gone.

     On the day it finally happened, I had the day off.  My
sister, mom, and dad were all at work.  It was hot, about 110,
but there was little humidity, as we were in Phoenix.  I had gone
biking early that morning, returning at 7:00 to see Karen looking
good in a knee-length robe.  She whistled at me in my biking
shorts, the first indication I'd ever gotten that she was
flirtatious; uncharacteristically cocky, I flashed her a smile
and wiggled my rear at her, yelling out "You want it--come get
it!"  She laughed and went back inside, her hips swaying from
side to side.  I wheeled my bike in the garage and stretched
down, thinking of her.     Later that day, I was out in the back yard "painting" the
fence that hides the pool filtration stuff.  Because I was
"painting" with a clothes-hostile mixture of linseed oil and
turpentine, and because of the heat, I had taken my shirt off,
leaving only my old, faded bathing suit on.  The other advantage
to the bathing suit, of course, was that I could jump in the pool
whenever I got too hot (as, shortly, I was going to get).     Anyway, I heard the Karen's door open and shut, followed by
the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on concrete, which soon
quieted.  I set down my brush and pot of goop and went over and
stood on the diving board, which gave me a view over the
cinderblock fence.  Karen was lying out about ten feet from me,
at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed.  I felt
stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the
string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her
glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, and the cloud of
long, blond hair around her face.  Rather than have her catch me
staring, I called out "Looking good," also unusually bold of me,
given how she and my mom talk together.     Karen's eyes popped open and quickly found mine.  She looked
a little startled, but also a little pleased.  She got up and
came over to the fence, giving me a _great_ view of her breasts,
which were pressing together due to their confinement.  I felt my
dick harden in response.  Then, she mentioned that their pool
filter was acting up and that she didn't know how to fix it.
"Would you be willing to take a look at it?" was said with a
perfectly innocent look.  I readily agreed, hard-on or no
hard-on.     After I hopped the fence, I followed her over to the filter,
adjusting my bathing suit in a completely futile attempt at
hiding my interest.  As she bent over, it became difficult for me
to focus on the filter; the blue bikini bottom slipped a little
further into the crack of her cheeks.  Gallantly, however, I
peered over her shoulder (ok, ok, occasionally I snuck a glance
at her impressive cleavage) and paid attention.  After moving
around her, I looked at the pressure gauge, which was way too
high, and cleaned out the trap, which was clogged with bits of
leaves and grass.  As I kneeled to screw the top back on the
trap, my dick, which had wilted enough to move around, slipped
down along my leg.  Karen, who had bent over (that cleavage
again!) to look at what I was doing, didn't seem to notice
anything.  However, as I tried to shift my member around and it
hardened in reply, she seemed to catch on and smiled a bit.  When
I stood up, my hard-on was quite evident.     Karen just looked at it, smiled a bit wider, and offered me
a drink.  I noticed that her nipples were a bit more evident
through the stretchy fabric of her bikini top.  We went inside
and I commented on the lack of kids.  She smiled again, and said
that they were farmed out at friends' houses, so that she could
run errands (I wondered if I was an "errand").  She opened a
cabinet and reached up to get a glass on a shelf that was just a
little bit too high.  I reached around her and grabbed a glass
and set it on the counter.  My cock pressed up against the side
of her hip.  Then, I grabbed another glass, rubbing my cock
further up, around, and back down her hip.  By this time, her
nipples were fully erect (or so I thought) and, in one place, the
faded blue of my suit was spotted dark blue by my oozing pre-cum.     Still playing like nothing was happening, Karen went over to
the sink and filled our glasses with water.  I stood behind her,
reached over her shoulder to get my glass, and pressed my hips
against her ass, nestling my dick between her ass cheeks.  She
pressed her hips backwards and rotated them a bit as she filled
her glass.     Still playful, neither of us making a major move, though
both clearly wanted to, we went in to the living room and sat
down, Karen on the couch, me on another couch facing her.  Karen
then got up and bent _way_ over to turn on the TV. Her bikini
bottom slipped further up her ass cheeks and, from my vantage
point, I could see the outline of her swelling pussy lips.  She
stood back up and started the VCR.  She had obviously been
watching the porno tape earlier, since it started in the middle
of scene.  It was actually switching between two scenes, one of a
very vocal woman with long black hair and medium-sized breasts
being eaten by her husband, the other of a blonde with larger
breasts (supposedly their daughter, I guess) listening to the
couple and masturbating.  When the movie first started up, the
blonde was running her hands over her breasts, milking them
upwards, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples.  The other
woman's moans as she was given a tongue-lashing were clearly
evident.  Then, the scene cut to the couple, as the man sucked on
the woman's clit and lightly tongued it back and forth.  Then
woman's moans got louder and the scene cut back to the blonde.     The blonde still had one hand working on her breasts, but
was now also had a hand playing with her belly, pubic hair, and,
every once in a while, dipping down to rub along her downy-haired
slit.  As this was going on, I had been sort of splitting my
attention between the TV and Karen.  My dick had gotten even
harder as Karen spread her legs a bit, allowing me to see a
growing wet spot at her crotch.  She also was lightly running her
fingers along the outline of her bikini top and sometimes over
and around her hard nipples.  Her nipples, if possible, grew more
erect and pushed almost as hard against her bikini top as my cock
pushed against my swim trunks.  When the black-haired woman
orgasmed from her husband's attention, the scene cut to the
daughter, who was approaching her orgasm as well, with two
fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy lips.     I got up, thinking I should have earlier, and sat down next
to Karen.  I reached my right hand around her shoulder into her
blond tresses and ran the other down to trace along the bottom of
one breast.  I felt her lips vibrate with a muffled moan as I
covered them with mine.  With my left hand, I traced over to the
other breast, spiralled in to the nipple, and gently pulled it
between two fingers.  One of Karen's hands slipped down to my
trunks and began to rub my cock through the short.  Our tongues
were alternately entwined and probing.     As the blonde in the movie was moaning with her orgasm, I
slipped my right hand down from Karen's hair to untie her bikini
top.  As we broke our first kiss, Karen arched her back, causing
her breasts to "present" themselves.  As a result, the strings of
her bikini top came most of the way around from her back and
ended hanging loosely down her sides.  When she relaxed and
hunched her shoulders a bit, the skimpy blue top fell completely
off.  She tossed it to the floor and smiled a wicked grin as my
eyes popped.     Her breasts, fully revealed and unsupported, were at least a
'C' cup and most likely a 'D' cup.  They hung ever so slightly
and met naturally at her sternum.  Her aureoles were a medium-
sized and slightly darker pink than her large, erect nipples.  We
moved closer and started another passionate kiss.  With my left
hand, I traced an inward spiral over the smooth skin of her
breast, arousing a shiver, and took the nipple between the base
of my second and third finger.  Then, cupping her breast but also
stimulating her nipple directly, I moved my hand in little
circles, sometimes pulling the nipple outwards.     During my play with her nipples, Karen had started massaging
my dick again.  Though it was still restrained by my swim trunks,
I felt it jump as Karen squeezed it lightly, and gasped a bit
with the feeling.  Karen then broke our kiss and moved back
slightly.  She got up and went over to the TV.  I moved over to
the TV as well and pressed my hips forward against her ass as she
bent over and took the tape out.  As she stood up, tape in hand,
I thrust my hips even further forward and reached both hands
around to cup her breasts and brush her nipples.     Karen twisted around in my arms and nestled her hips against
mine.  I could feel her breasts, tipped by erect nipples, press
against my chest.  She kissed me lightly and mentioned that there
was a VCR in the bedroom.  I was tempted to pick her up by her
hips, so that she would lock her legs around me, and carry her
into the bedroom.  However, appropriate as that seemed, I also
knew I probably wasn't quite strong enough.  Rather than upset
the mood by dropping her halfway there, I tilted my head towards
the hallway and followed her into the bedroom.     The room was fairly neat, but some clothes thrown on the
chair and the rumpled bed showed that someone actually lived
there. (I like a "lived in" look, provided it doesn't cross the
line to messy)  A decent-sized TV screen sat on the dresser,
facing the queen-sized bed.  Karen popped the tape in the VCR and
started it.  The sounds of sex came into being around us.  Again,
I stood behind her, thrusting my hips forward and massaging her
breasts.  She bent over a little bit, moving her hips backwards,
creating more pressure on my rock-hard dick, and reached around
behind her to pull me closer to her.  I began running one hand up
and down, from breast to navel and back, gradually working lower.