I had just moved into town and was excited by the fact that a real babe lived next door. I had seen you around town but I had only moved in a few weeks ago and had not met you yet. One night about 9 P.M. you called and asked if I could come over to your place. Your water heater was on the blink and you were in a panic. I threw on a jacket and headed over.
I was just about to knock on the door when you opened it with a big smile and said, “Hi, I’m Leigh and I’m sure glad you could come over. I’m dying for a hot bath.”
“I’m glad to help out. By the way my name is Rod. It’s nice to meet you," I said as I stepped into your house.
You closed the door behind me then showed me the water heater. It was gas fired and one look told me that the pilot light was out. You scrounged up a match and I lay down on the hall floor and reached back under the heater to light the pilot.
You had squatted down to watch and your dress had ridden up over your knees. Holding the over?ride button down I turned to tell you what I was doing. I found myself looking right at the crotch of your silky green panties. My finger slipped off the button and I turned to start all over again. I then glanced back; you were still in the same position although this time it seemed you had spread your knees even farther apart giving me a spectacular view of your panties and luscious thighs. You finally followed my eyes and realized what I was staring at.
"Oops, sorry Rod," you apologized and dropped forward to your knees.
'Damn' I thought to myself, 'why couldn't I be less obvious.'
I got the pilot lit and the burner kicked on. You invited me to the kitchen for a glass of wine while we waited to see if the heater was going to function. We sat there and got acquainted, mostly small talk. In my mind I kept seeing those green silky panties. Additionally, it was obvious that your boobs were huge, and, being the tit addict I am, it took all my concentration not to stare at them.
"My roommate Kamila travels a good bit in her job. It looks like she is going to be gone a lot in the next six or eight months," you commented. "If I have some problems around here I hope you don’t mind if I call you. Besides, it gets a little lonely here and its nice to have someone to talk to."
"No problem Leigh," I said. "I'd be glad to help out in any way I could."
You got up from your chair saying, "Be back in a minute Rod. I've got to use the bathroom."
I decided to go back to the closet and check the water heater. The pilot was out again. I laid down on the floor and adjusted the gas flow and relit it. As I lay there, I could hear soft sounds from the bathroom on the other side of the wall. I listened and then shifted a bit closer to the wall. It sounded like moaning.
I discovered a sliver of light behind the water heater. Changing positions I could see into the bathroom via the hole in the wall that the hot water line passed through. All I could see were your legs and the commode. Those green panties were down, wrapped around one ankle. Your legs were spread wide apart, swaying in rhythm with your moans. It finally dawned on me. You were playing with your pussy, getting yourself off! I let out a sigh then realized that I'd better keep quiet.
Your breathing increased and your legs began to tremble and jerk. I heard a muffled gasp, saw your legs quivering for a minute, and then finally you were very still. My cock had gotten hard and pressed against my jeans. I watched the pilot light a second and crept back to the kitchen before you returned.
A minute later, you came into the kitchen. You were flushed and your hair a little mussed. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Swollen cock in hand, I took a whiz. The smell of hot pussy still permeated the small room. Something green caught my eye. I bent down and picked up the panties from between the commode and the hamper. Flipping them over, I stared at the dampness in the crotch. Before I realized it, I lifted them to my face and sniffed the damp spot. The aroma of hot pussy filled my nose. My cock throbbed even more.
Regaining control, I stuffed the panties into my pocket, tucked my cock back in my pants and returned to the kitchen. You had almost recovered but I hadn't. I told you that the heater seemed to be working fine now, and made a quick departure hoping you had not noticed my hardon.
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I didn’t know if I'd hear from you again after my hasty departure on my last visit. However, a few days later you called and asked me to come take a look at your cable TV. I was thrilled at the idea of seeing you again and was over in a flash.
You were wearing a black leotard when you let me in and you did indeed look delicious. The living room was dimly lit and I could smell incense. You apologized for dragging me out again. I declined the offer of a drink.
"I can't get any channels to come on the set," you explained.
I checked the obvious and then looked down at the VCR on the shelf beneath the set. One of the selector buttons was in the wrong position. I pushed it and the 27 inch screen lit up. An inch away from my face was a woman deep throating a large cock. I rocked back on my heels and stared. Suddenly, the cock throbbed and the woman stopped sucking. A large glob of cum oozed from the corner of her mouth and down her chin.
"Oooooh nooo!" I heard you cry from behind me.
I turned to look at you. You sounded and acted embarrassed. I hit the OFF button on the VCR and stood up. I could feel my cock hard against my pants. I pretended to adjust some controls on the TV with my back to you.
"I'm so sorry Rod," you said. "I didn't know that tape was in the VCR."
My cock wouldn't cooperate. It stayed hard. I turned and started for the kitchen.
"I think I'll have that drink now Leigh," I mumbled.
You followed me into the kitchen. You got me a glass of wine and handed it to me. There was a strange look in your eyes.
"Well I am glad you fixed the TV," you said with a smile, "now I can watch that tape."
"Oh. . . well. Uh, glad to help," I stumbled.
"I love to watch those tapes when I'm horny. I thought I would watch it and get myself off," you said in a voice that was low and husky. You stared at me seeming to wait for my reply.
"Would you like to watch it with me Rod?” The question was barely a whisper.
I swallowed half my drink in one gulp, almost choking in the process.
I looked at you for several seconds unable to utter a word. Your eyes were on the bulge in my jeans and you were licking your lips slowly. You rose and took my hand, leading me back to the living room. You guided me to the sofa and crossed to the TV. Your slender fingers fluttered from button to button, programming the VCR and TV. In a few seconds the screen blossomed with the image of a guy wearing only boxer shorts, his hand down the front of them obviously rubbing his cock.
You dropped in a chair, halfway between me and the TV. One leg draped over the arm, you stared at the TV although your body was facing me. You slumped in the chair and your long fingers began rubbing your crotch through your leotard. Your lips parted and your snake-like tongue flicked across your lips.
My cock jerked and throbbed, begging for freedom. I watched.
"I get so horny!" you rasped. "I've watched some of this video twice today and got myself off both times. For some reason I only seem to watch 5 minutes of it at a time."
The guy on the screen lifted his hips and slid his shorts off. His cock bounced back and forth in its new found freedom. His hand quickly grabbed it and began pumping, and it quickly became huge. Your hips were flexing and pumping in rhythm with your hand. My balls began to ache.
