Maryanne 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 her until a few weeks later, when we 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 made her robe fall open, revealing her totally naked body.

Shocked to the core, I stood there stunned.  I gave the universe a mental high-five, assuming it was a lucky accident, but then she winked and smiled at me. Maryanne bent to pick up her paper, and then crossed the street. She extended her hand and shook mine, her robe still slightly open as we exchanged names.

“I’ve always wanted to flash a stranger,” she said, rattling off the words like she had to say them quickly or lose her nerve. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Our hands were still touching, and my eyes were locked on her full lips. “It doesn’t look like you minded,” she continued. 

A shiver shot up my spine and my dick twitched. Then she winked once again and strutted back to her house.

I didn’t see Maryanne for the next three days, but she was on my mind constantly. When we met next, she was washing her car in her driveway as I returned home from an errand. I waved and she blew me a kiss as I parked. By the time I opened my door, Maryanne was standing beside my car.

“Don’t worry, I won’t flash you this time,” she laughed. The bikini she had on barely covered her nipples, and the tiny triangle between her legs was so tight that I could see the groove between her pussy lips. This chick was the best neighbor ever.

“I need a big favor,” she said, stroking my bare arm with her fingertips as she told me about her broken lawn mower. Sparks shot between us as I followed her to her garage to take a look.

As I squatted beside the mower, Maryanne stood so close that I could feel the heat from her body on my face. My head was level with the crotch of her yellow bikini, and I fought every urge to lean forward and rip down those tiny bikini bottoms.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she whispered, stroking my cheek with her hand. “I want it, too.” I blushed and swallowed deeply as the image of kissing her pussy grew more real to me. Then she laughed softly and lifted her bare foot so that it touched the bulge in my pants. My dick throbbed against her wiggling toes. “I dreamed about you last night,” she said with a smile, massaging my shaft with her foot as she spoke.

I hadn’t been that hot and horny in years. Giving me a wide smile, she sucked in her breath and reached down to pull aside the crotch of her bikini bottoms. I licked my lips and swallowed as she touched a finger to her cunt. “See what you’ve done to me,” she teased as her finger traveled slowly up and down the slick crease. “You’ve made me all wet.”

Too stunned to speak, I sat there and watched her get her fingers good and damp. When they were completely coated, she extended her hand and painted my lips with her warm nectar. I licked her fingers clean as her bare foot continued to massage my stiff dick through my pants. I was on the brink of shooting my load.

I was ready to dive face-first into her wet pussy when her cellphone started rattling on the garage workbench. She turned to get it, saying she’d been waiting for an important call, and I told her that I’d go get a new spark plug for her mower and return in a little bit.

I wasn’t sure what might happen between us when I got back, but the possibilities that I came up with gave me the first erection that I’d ever had in an automotive supply store. I rushed home as quickly as I could, but Maryanne’s car was gone, so I had lunch and watched part of a ball game on TV as I waited for her to come home. I was determined to finish what we started.

As soon as I heard her car pull into her driveway, I leaped out of my seat, grabbed the spark plug, and headed across the street. She opened her front door before I could knock and invited me inside.

“I got the spark plug,” I said as I followed Maryanne into her house. She stopped at a small table beside her sofa and picked up a long plastic object. I couldn’t believe my eyes—it was a vibrator.

“I wish I had asked you to pick up some batteries for this as well,” she said, and then lifted the vibrator to her lips and licked the tip. “I really needed it after this morning. I’ve changed my panties twice and finally decided it was a waste putting on another pair.

“It looks like your battery never runs down,” she continued as she stared at the lump in the front of my pants. She moved closer, not stopping until her breasts were almost touching my chest. I could feel her warm breath on my face, and it took every ounce of willpower to keep my hands off her body. She looked into my eyes for a long time before she spoke again.

“Luckily, I bought some batteries while I was out, and I was just about to test them. Would you like to watch?”

I held my breath, but Maryanne didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, she took my hand, led me to her sofa, and pushed me down into the seat. Good thing, too, because I was in a sex-starved trance. I had never dreamed that I would ever meet a woman so totally horny and wild.

As soon as I was sitting, she took off her shorts and T-shirt. There was nothing under them but her naked breasts and pussy. I licked my lips and watched her touch her clit with the vibrator.

Letting out a long, satisfied sigh, Maryanne pushed about an inch of the vibrator into her slick opening. Then she thrust the whole toy into her dripping pussy three or four times before stopping to reach over and unzip my pants. My dick was so hard that it jumped right out. She gave it a squeeze and then moved so that she was straddling my lap.

Maryanne inched down slowly, her hot, wet pussy swallowing my stiff dick in a single gulp. I gave each of her bouncing breasts a kiss, and then she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to mine. Our lips met and our tongues wrestled as she rocked on my stiff pole.

This was 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. She was too much for me. 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. It was the hardest orgasm of my life.

I left soon after that, too drained to repair the lawn mower or do much of anything else. Besides, that gave me a good excuse to go back to her house sometime very soon. I’m sure she’ll have no idea what to do with the spark plug I left on her living room table, but I know she’ll find something to do with the hard-on in my pants.

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