Michelle moved into the house across the street from mine just a few months ago.

I saw the trucks parked outside one day, but I didn’t meet my new neighbor until several weeks later, when we both happened to be picking up our morning papers from our driveways at the same time. She was wearing a terry-cloth robe, and when I smiled and waved, she uncrossed her arms to wave back. That move caused her robe to fall open, revealing her totally naked body.

I thought it was a lucky accident until she winked, smiled, and cupped her big, full breasts. She played her thumbs over her nipples, giving me an immediate hard-on that tented the front of my sweats.With her robe still hanging open, Michelle picked up her paper, crossed the street, and extended her hand in greeting, saying, “I’ve always wanted to flash a stranger.”

I wanted to do some flashing of my own as her breasts rose and fell with every breath. With my gaze locked on her hard nipples, I was ready to come in my pants and considered telling her that, but it didn’t seem like something one should say to a total stranger, even one with her tits hanging out. “It doesn’t look like you minded, though,” she added, licking her soft pink lips. “Maybe you could come over for coffee and tell me about the neighborhood, neighbor.”

I continued standing there silently as she winked once again, turned, and walked back to her house. Then I went back inside and threw some water on my face before making a beeline for Michelle’s.

I let myself into her house and called out. Michelle was waiting for me in the living room — no indication she’d even started to make coffee. She was lying back on the sofa, her robe on the floor. She touched her fingers to her cunt, and I swallowed as she slowly licked them clean. Then she slid those same fingers along her slit and said, “You’ve made me all wet.”

I sat next to her and watched her get her fingers nice and slick again. When they were completely coated with her juice, she extended her hand and painted my lips with her warm nectar. I licked her fingers clean as she placed her bare foot in my lap and massaged my aching cock. Pre-come had already left a damp spot on my sweats, and I was on the brink of shooting my load.

I wasn’t about to waste good jizz. I moved her foot, and her greedy little hands pulled the drawstring at my waist. My dick was so hard that it popped right out when I pushed down my sweats. Michelle gave it a squeeze and a few firm strokes, then moved so that she straddled my lap.

Michelle inched down slowly, her hot, wet pussy swallowing my stiff dick in a single gulp. I gave each of her bouncing breasts a kiss, then she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to mine. Our lips met and our tongues wrestled as she rocked on my stiff pole. It was quickly becoming the hottest fuck of my life, and I fought to make it last as long as possible. But by the time she hit what had to be her third orgasm, I gave in to the urge to fill her tight pussy with my hot cream.

God, she was hot and sexy, and I was already thinking about the next time we’d screw. When I hit my peak, she cried out as she came again. Her cunt pulsed around my shaft, coaxing one more tiny blast of liquid from my balls. I don’t think that I had ever before come so hard or so much.

I left soon after that, not bothering to ask Michelle about making coffee, but she still wanted to know about the neighborhood. I told her I’d return after making a run to the deli for some breakfast, but I had no intention of telling her anything about any of the single guys in the area — not until I’d had my fill of her, and I figured that was probably going to take some time.

— J.P., New Jersey

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