Love Thy Neighbor

It was a beautiful, sunny warm August morning. I decided to take a ride up to my beach house for the day. My goal was to check on my place, get a couple, three, four hours on the beach, grab a late lunch, then make my way home in time for dinner... but fate would have a different plan.

I'd been going up to the beach in York Maine for close to 20 years.

On this particular day however, fate would have a twist. I was walking the beach smoking my cigar and taking in the sights, when I heard a faint call for my name, it was my neighbor Nicole, 16 years my junior.

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She was covered under the umbrella of her beach chair, large rimmed glasses (hiding those big blue eyes), visor, hair in a pony tail, and sweats covering her fine body.

"Grab your chair and sit with me," she exclaimed as I walked over to her, so of course I did, I mean why wouldn't I? I had always found her attractive and friendly. Blond hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth with a pear shaped ass, not to mention also being a lawyer.

Nothing Sexier than a beautiful woman with brains.

We chatted for a while, walked the beach together, then decided to go grab lunch at the seaside bar across the street, that's when the drinking began. We were both having rum punch summer drink specials, and one led to two, two led to three, and so on.

Before I knew it, it was 6pm, we were both feeling pretty good when we decided to head out. I paid the tab, and we began walking back toward our places, not before however, stopping at the next bar only steps away from our places.

Lets have another drink I said, she smiled, "lets do it". Then it happened again, one drink, two drinks, three drinks four, and now it was 9:30pm and last call, we were both hammered. I didn't want the night to end, we were having such a good time.

As we were leaving she turned to me and said, "let's go back to my place, I have a bar in my kitchen, I'd love to make you a drink". I thought, ok then, who am I to argue.

Once we got back, I walked to the kitchen with her where she began mixing me my drink of choice, Bombay Sapphire and tonic, splash of cranberry. We chatted there for a while when I suddenly realized she'd been very touchy with me all along during our conversation, and not that I minded.

We talked about everything throughout the course of the evening from law school, to strip joints. She even told me what type of woman she likes, that's when she admitted to being bi, and boy did the blood begin to flow between my legs!

Then I thought, is she flirting with me?

That's when my sexual instinct took over, I figured it was now or never, so I leaned in, gently kissed her neck hoping for something in return. She turned to me and laid a nice sensual kiss on my lips. Just then she grabbed my hand and led me to the tv room where we laid on the couch, me on top, grinding and kissing each other passionately.

After a few uncomfortable minutes on the couch I asked if we could move it to the bedroom. Once there, I immediately removed her sweats and made my way down to her pussy, where I began to eat her.

God she tasted so good !

For years I had fantasized about being with her, and now I was. I licked, sucked and played with her pussy for a good 30 minutes or so before she grabbed my face and asked me to "please fuck her!"

Who was I to deny her! Lol

I climbed on top, missionary, and began fucking her, deep, hard, and fast. She loved it, she told me so, and I loved fucking her, it seemed so natural between us. She begged me to fuck her doggy, so I did, over and over again. We took turns giving each other oral, she sucked a great cock, messaged my balls while she was sucking me, it was great, I was in heaven!

We fucked like two animals, sweating like pigs from the humid air, but it was so incredibly sexy and organic I didn't want it to stop.

When all was said and done we had fucked three or four times over a 2 hr period, she was great and all I kept thinking was...when can I fuck her again?

As the summer came to a close, I asked her to dinner, hoping we could have that conversation, the problem was, I was married.

We both agreed that it would probably be best if we stayed neighbors and act as if nothing ever happened. I was bummed, but I guess it was for the best!