As was our arrangement, I came over for breakfast. Once you got the kids to school and your hubby to work, the morning, not to mention, part of the early afternoon, was ours.
We'd met over a year ago online. Had no idea we lived in the same town, which at first was incredibly weird and a bit scary, given how we met, but also very arousing. I'm a published author of a couple novels, nothing the average reader would know but I'd generated moderate success so far, and that made me happy. I still worked my day job to pay the bills, but as I continued to write, gaining new readers, who knows. Maybe I'd get one of those big book contracts or better yet...a tv show or movie deal.
What most people don't know--family, friends, and fans--was that I loved writing erotica and had published several short stories on various adult sites that catered to that sort of thing. While it didn't pay well, writing smut was a guilty pleasure for me.
Anyway, so I started posting my stories on a free site for erotica fans. The site boasted a bulletin board for various topics where members could post comments, even a thread for fans of amateur erotic pictures.
One day while logged in, a woman under the member name Elianarose69 messaged me. She was sweet and kind, almost shy at first, as she wrote how much she enjoyed my posted erotica stories. And that was how our relationship began. Later, we discovered that we were practically neighbors.
Little over a month after we met online, we met for coffee...and left together to go back to her place and fucked each other for lunch. And for several months after that, not every day but at least once a week, except during holidays or the school spring break.
But we'd not had sex in almost two months because the kids had been out for summer break. Both of us were so hungry for the other, so much pent up desire, flames stoked red hot due to messages and emails expressing our mutual, purely sexual hunger. A few times both Eliana and I teased each other with secretly taken, sexually explicit "selfies," which only served to intensify and deepen our needs.
So finally, on this late August day, I donned my usual morning walk attire of sweatpants and T shirt, workout sneakers, and snagged my smartphone on the way out. I hadn't been able to go jogging for years since my left knee got injured after an accident, but still tried brisk walking before the day got too hot, but after my morning coffee and first couple hours of writing got done (of course, my job in sales limited my mornings, since some days I worked nights). This morning I was so excited and aroused to see you, to fuck you and kiss you and taste your sweet wet pussy, to feel your luscious mouth devouring my thick hard cock, I was all but run-walking to the end of my street.
I turned left and ambled along, suddenly conscious of my half erect cock bulging at the front of my sweatpants. I stopped and feigned looking at my phone while willing my erection down. While many of my neighbors had already left for work, I didn't want the stray passersby to catch my bulge. I managed to accomplish that and continued my walk to your house a few streets over. Thankfully, your house was located on a corner lot at the head of a cul-de-sac. Both the yard of your house and the house behind was shielded by a tall privacy fence. And you always left the gate unlocked. And because of a few trees and shrubbery, no one could see me dash over the grass and through the cracked open gate.
Because of the late summer heat and humidity I was already sweating by the time I darted from the sidewalk to the fence, pushing open the gate and veering left for the side door into the screened in back patio. My cock hardened instantly as I slid open the slider, and stepped inside the cool interior.
The dining room was in front of me, living room to the right with hallway to the bedrooms beyond that, but I saw you right away, in the kitchen. You glanced over at as you were fixing something at the kitchen counter and smiled widely. I returned the smile and strode around the table and chairs to walk into the kitchen. You met me there, arms reaching out as I pulled you into me, our mouths hungrily finding the other. Tongues lashed, lips sucked.
