My neighbours are Mr and Mrs Warner, John and Jill. She is about the same age as my mum while he is 18 years older than her. They are both doctors and she is very sophisticated and well spoken. At first I doubted she had ever used a bad word in her life. She always wore make up and looked stunning. I found a Facebook photo of her and wanked over her all the time.
When she spoke to me I found myself looking at her very kissable lips all the time. I would have liked her to wear redder lipstick but I still longed to kiss her.
As I knew them when I was younger I always called them Mr and Mrs Warner.
On my first summer break from university she asked if I wanted to help out with odd jobs in their garden including cutting the grass.
Of course it also let me get closer to her and I loved her perfume. Whenever she spoke to me I was mesmerised by her lips and I found myself staring at her mouth.
She suddenly asked, 'why do you look at my mouth when I speak to you.'
I found myself apologising and blushing.
She said, 'don't feel embarrassed I just want to know why you do it.'
I eventually plucked up courage and said, 'you have very kissable lips.'
'Thank you, that's very nice of you,' she replied.
When I finished the work that day we sat in her kitchen and had a soft drink. I noticed she had put more lipstick on and as we chatted I found myself getting aroused. I finished my drink and she got up and kissed me on the cheek. She hadn't done this before. The next time I was due there the weather was awful but I still went round as she usually gets me to tidy the shed or garage. She opened the door and looked as attractive as ever.
She said she was going into town and asked if I wanted to go with her. Of course I agreed. We got in her car and I loved the way her skirt rose up and showed her thighs. I asked where we were going and she said she needed to buy some more make up. We parked up and walked into Debenhams and into the make-up department. She knew what she wanted and quickly picked it up.
Then she surprised me and asked, 'if I was going to let you kiss me which lipstick would you choose.'
I was really shocked and asked if I was going to be allowed to kiss her.
She simply replied, 'well which one.'
I quickly found one. It was a really vivid red and I handed it to her and said, 'this one.'
She shocked me when she said, 'that's really slutty, is that how you see me as a slut.'
'No definitely not,' I replied.
She took it and we went to the till and she paid for it all.
As we drove back I asked her, 'are you going to let me kiss you?'
She smiled and said, 'wait and see.'
I could feel myself getting aroused. We got back and sat in her kitchen while she made a coffee. She picked up the lipstick and started slowly putting it on. I stared as she did it and it excited me. She let the lipstick dry and then put some more on. She leaned towards me and kissed me. It was sensational, she parted her lips and I felt her tongue in my mouth. It was sexy and the lipstick tasted great. I was now very hard.
Then she felt me through my trousers and squeezed my cock and said, 'are you going to fuck me?'