The Neighbor's Tan

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Eighteen is a wonderful age for a man. It's the time when he can walk into a store and buy cigs without worry of being "caught". It's the age when he can look at as many sexual things that he wants, legally. It is also the time when he becomes legal, himself. This age was no different for me. It marked my entry into legal manhood, as well as, sexual manhood.

It all started, a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was still living at home with my parents, and I had a girlfriend. I was not sexually starved because she would give it to me anytime I wanted. She wasn’t a slut or a whore, she was in love and her hormones were just as raging as mine. The only problem was, one just wasn’t enough.

I looked at all the women in my life with a sexual interest. I watched my neighbor tanning in her yard, I longed to screw my friends at the mall (where I worked), I fantasized about a girl I knew at the restaurant I ate at, I even wanted to fuck one of my girlfriend’s friends and one of my girlfriend’s relatives. Celebrities couldn’t escape my thoughts, either.

Was I a horny bastard? I don’t think so. I think, I was just a very sexual man with needs that had to be fulfilled. But, little did I know, that everyone I listed above had needs of their own. Needs, that I could help with. That’s why the age of eighteen, was a wonderful age for this man.

The Neighbor’s Tan

As I said above, I watched my neighbor tanning in her yard. Not in a voyeuristic way. Since she was a friend of the family, she had no problem letting me come over and talk to her while she tanned, But, of course, my mind was never on the conversation at hand.

My sexual friendship with her started a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was taking a walk when I saw her tanning in her backyard. She saw me first though, and gave me a wave. I waved back and considered it an invitation to come over and gawk or talk or whatever the hell you want to call what I did.

She was about 5’5’’, brown hair, a little bit overweight from not moving while she laid out in the sun all day (but that just made her more curvaceous). She was beautiful at forty-five, a divorced mother, and was the basis for some of my fantasies, and the cause for the erection that I was soon to get in moments to come.

“Hi, Ben.”

“Hey, Ms. McGill. How’re you doing?”

“Oh, I’m doing good. Just working on my tan.”

And she was, too. She was wearing a red one piece that didn’t show anything except legs and cleavage. Her getting a tan was truly a job requiring the term “working”.

“Well, you’re never going to get a tan that way.”

“What do you mean?”

“ I mean, you’re wearing a one piece that’s not exposing anything to the sun. Isn’t it a little hard to get a tan this way. Shouldn’t you have something different for this?”

It was obvious that she had never really thought about it and had just worn what she had out of decency.

“I don’t have anything else.”

“Maybe you should go buy you a two piece or something of that nature.”

“I think I will.”, she hesitated and spoke again, “You seem to be an expert on this sort of thing. Do you want to come with me?”

No on you, I thought.

“Sure, just let me call my parents, while you get dressed.”

We walked into her house and I made a beeline to the phone. As I was telling my parents that I was going to the mall with Mrs. McGill, I saw her walk out of her bedroom with only a towel wrapped around her. I hung up the phone just before she passed by me.

“ I have to wash off this suntan lotion before we go.”

The thought alone that she was naked underneath that towel started my hardness to grow. I could see the same things I could when she had on her one piece, but it still turned me on. I guess it was the knowledge that the towel wasn’t as secure.

She walked on into the bathroom and I waited on the couch for her. In fifteen or so minutes, she was ready.

The car ride over there was short. We had the radio on and didn’t talk any, which got my mind to thinking. I looked over at her and realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I suppose, she thought that since she was going bikini shopping it was useless. Only problem is, she has 38 D breasts and going without a bra is very noticeable.

We got to the mall and went into a store that sold bikinis. I looked around for one that was revealing of her skin, but not my intentions. I found a navy blue string-like bikini that I found appropriate for the situation. She said that she would try it on and went back into the changing area.

After she walked around the corner, the woman working there said it was ok if I went back there with her. I asked if she was sure, and she said that there was no reason that I’d spy in my mom. With that misunderstanding in hand, I walked back there.

I stood outside of the door and told her, I was there, and that the clerk said it was ok.

“Oh, ok. Well, how do I look?”

She stepped out of the dressing room and showed me her suit. It was the equivalent to a bra and panty set, showing just as much. Her stomach was pale in contrast to the rest of her body.

“Good. You really needed this, I see.” I said as I reached out and touched her belly.

“Yeah. Thanks for telling me. I never thought anything about it. Are you sure the neighbors won’t mind?”

“I don’t see why. But, if are self-conscious, just lay up on the deck of the pool. No one can see you behind that privacy fence you have up there.”

“I think I’ll do that” she said laughingly.

She wore the suit out under her clothes in place of the absent bra and panties she didn’t wear.

We went back to her house and she went up to the pool as soon as we got back, taking off her clothes and getting in immediately.

“Ben, will you go inside and grab my suntan lotion for me. It’s on the bathroom sink.”

“Sure.”

I ran into the house, grabbed it, and was out before she was out of the pool. Which, by the way, she was getting out of before I left.

I handed her the lotion and sit back on a chair, waiting for the coming show.

“Since, I’ve got this new suit. I’m going to go for a better tan. I need your help putting the lotion on. I hope you don’t mind, do you?”

“No, not at all.” I said, maybe a tad bit too eager.

I sat next to her as she was laying on her front, draped on the beach chair she had.

I started putting lotion on her calves, then her thighs. I was even so bold as to put lotion on the sides of her ass cheeks. Thank God, I recommended this thong-like bikini. I moved up to her lower back and then her shoulders. I tried to put some under her string but it was much too tight.

She must have known that’s what I was trying to do because then, she reached back and untied the two strings holding it on. Then, not only did she let it drop, but she took it off and flung it behind her, so it landed by my feet. She rested and told me to continue.

I had a plan. As I was rubbing her back, I let my hands slide down to the sides of her breasts. Before long, my whole hands were caressing her tits. I did this for two reasons. One, to touch her breasts, of course. Two, to keep her mind off what my feet were doing.

As I was rubbing her tits, I picked up her bikini top with my feet and flung it into the pool. I wasn’t sure how I was going to see her breasts in all their glory, but this guaranteed that I would.

“Do you want me to lotion up your front, too? I mean, your stomach and the front of your legs.”

“Sure, just hand me my top.”

“Ummm….I can’t”

“Why not?”, she said with uncertainty in her voice.

“Well, because you threw it in the pool.”

“Oh.”

There was a moment of silence as she thought about what to do, now.

She turned over onto her back exposing her breasts to me.

“Well, you did say I needed a better way to get a tan didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but……do you want me to lotion up all of your front?”

“Sure.”

She smiled as I started to rub lotion into her tits. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock. Here I was rubbing my neighbor’s 38 D tits with lotion.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying, but this is kind of making me uncomfortable. If you know what I mean.”

“Oh, well, if it’s too tight, maybe you should take them off.”

I took her advice and removed my pants and boxers. It felt a little weird being completely naked in front of her but I was ready for anything.

“ I feel weird like this. Maybe you should take off you bottoms, too.”

“ Ok, if it will help.” she said smiling.

For the first time, I saw my neighbor’s bush. It was trimmed into that landing strip design, and looked inviting. Needless, to say that made my rock hard cock throb.

“Are you ok, Ben?”

“I just need a little relief, that’s all.”

“Well, maybe I can lend you a hand. I do need more lotion, after all. And I think you should call me Carol after this.”

She reached down and started stroking my long, hard, cock. After the first few seconds, I felt like I would explode all over her. I was fighting it back from the beginning, it seemed.

“Do you like this? Don’t you want to lotion my tits up with your cum?”

I had never heard her talk this way, and the combination of nakedness and dirty talk for the first time sent me over the edge.

“I’m cumming Carol. I’m cumming all over your big, beautiful tits.”

“Oh, that’s right baby, cum all over me.”

After I came down off of my orgasm, she released me and jumped in the pool to wash off.

“Do me another favor will you?” she asked

“Sure.”

“I want you to come back in a week and tell me how my tan looks. If you don’t like it, you’ll have to eat me out. If you do like it, you have to eat me out…..before fucking my brains out. Sound good?”

“Sounds great. But, what about now?”

“ Go home and think about the week ahead. I like to build up, and I want you to do the same.”

“ Ok. Bye, Ms.…Carol.”

“ Bye, Ben.”

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