Over-the-Fence-Chat

It was pretty late, when I got up on that Saturday morning in August. I opened the first-floor bedroom window to let in some fresh air, before the heat of the day made it necessary to close them again and lower the blinds. Looking down at the garden next door, I saw my neighbor watering her flowers. She had already spotted me, waved at me and called out in good spirits,

‘Good morning, my dear! It’s going to be another lovely warm day, isn’t it? ‘

‘Morning, Thea! I’d rather say another HOT day!’  I replied, glad that I had at least put on a shirt.

‘To me it can’t be warm enough! I have always been a real sun worshiper! When I was young, my sister and I used to go to the lake by bike. After swimming, we were lying in the sun hours and hours. Do you remember my sister? I introduced her to you two years ago, or so.’

My neighbor was a chatterbox but I didn’t mind. Since her husband had died eight years ago, she has lived alone with her three cats in the little old house next to mine. I made always time to talk some minutes with the lonely lady.

‘Of course I remember!’ I replied.  ‘Her name is Amanda, right?’

’You remember! The name Amanda has a long tradition in our family, you know. My grandma’s grandmother was called Amanda, and since then this name has been passed on from generation to generation. ‘

The seductive smell of fresh coffee was lingering in the air. Obviously my boyfriend had already begun to prepare the breakfast. I would keep the conversation with my neighbor as short as possible.

‘I would really like to get to know more about your family, Thea. But I think that you shouldn’t stay in the blazing sun for so long. You can do the gardening in the evening, when it has cooled down!’

‘Don’t worry my dear, I can handle the heat very well. The sun is my fountain of youth! ‘

I flinched, when I felt a touch on my right foot. Looking down, I was surprised to see my boyfriend. He crouched on the floor next to me, tenderly caressing my ankles. I hadn’t even noticed him entering the room!

The moment I turned my attention back to my neighbor, the delicately built fingers of my love began to crawl like spiders upwards my legs. Didn’t he realize that this wasn’t the right moment for love games?

‘Not now!’, I mouthed in his direction. To underline my message, I waved with my right hand like chasing a fly away.

‘The insects are really annoying this summer!’ My neighbor commented that gesture.

‘Yes, indeed they are. A nasty mosquito has just bitten me. ‘

’You should treat the bite with Aloe Vera jelly. It relieves pain and soothes itching. Wait a moment, I’ll come over and bring you a leaf!’

‘No! Don’t!’ This sounded pretty rude. I added quickly, ‘That’s too kind of you but I have everything here that I need! ‘

‘Alright. You can have a leaf whenever you want. They are also a good skincare! ‘

‘Sure. Thank you! ‘

I wanted to retreat but the old lady pointed to her plants and continued,

‘Look, my flowers are already drooping! Would you mind me getting some water from the rain barrel? I’ll be right back!’ 

‘Okay!’ I reassured her. 

Whatever my boyfriend had on his mind, he had to stop it! We had all day. No need to hurry!

As soon as I turned around to tell him to be patient, he grabbed my hips and sealed my clit with a kiss. I gasped. With that he got me! He knew exactly how much I loved oral exchange. And my love was a master at the art of tongue playing!

Slowly and deliberately he began his performance.

My lover took his time to let his tongue slide gently and yet with emphasis across my nub. Tingling vibrations of arousal and pleasure spread over my whole body. My hands got lost in playing with my lovers dark and curly hair. He accelerated the pace. Licking, sucking and circling, his tongue performed a hilarious dance. I was about to lose my self-control, moaned and writhed. My body language spurned him on even more. A drum roll of short quick tongue beats rained down on my clit, more I couldn’t take!! I  was ready. More than ready.

‘Oh yeah … Yeah… Now! ‘

All of a sudden my lover pulled back his head.

My whole body screamed, ‘No! Don’t stop! Go on! Please go on!’

But my boyfriend caressed my thighs calmingly and whispered, ‘Wait!’

And I understood: He wanted to see me cum! He wanted to see it in my eyes! He wanted to see me squirting!

The mere thought aroused me anew. When he dipped his index finger into my vagina as if it was a honey pot, waves of pleasure washed against my body. Like polishing a precious gemstone, he massaged my pearl with the vaginal fluid. Carefully and highly concentrated. I breathed heavily. My love increased  the pressure. Towering waves of lust were rolling towards the coast. Uninhibitedly, I yelled out my desire and threw my head from one side to the other. A major storm surge was approaching. When my lover rubbed my clit between his thumb and index finger, my body arched like a drawn bow. The first rogue wave crashed against the coastline of my consciousness. A long guttural groaning accompanied my cuming. In the rhythm of the waves rolling In, little white fountains of squirting splashed onto my lover’s face.

‘Oh my God! What is happening to you, my dear? Is everything okay?’

My neighbor had obviously returned from the rain barrel. I had completely forgotten the old lady!

Exhausted, I clang to the windowsill and stammered breathlessly,

‘Too … hot …’

‘Oh you poor thing! You should darken the room and rest for a while!’

‘Sure … Thank you!’

After I had lowered the blinds, I turned around and saw my boyfriend lying on the carpet, propped up on his elbow – with a mischievous smile on his face and a proud erection.

‘Watch out! I’ll take revenge!’ I called out, before I pounced on him.