Hello my fellow erotic minded friends.
I
love winter in England. Sure it means I can’t wear my bikini but
the countryside looks amazing with snow on the ground and in the
trees. The pubs all have roaring warm fires and a good pint in
winter is just the best. The only problem is that people tend to
stay in doors more. It’s way too cold to be out and about for
longer than you really need. That means a social butterfly such as
myself doesn’t get the attention she needs.
Bob’s
company have lots of corporate parties and this year had been no
different. I was really bored to say the very least. My paintings
had been selling well and I had decided to focus on painting rather
than selling for a while. I do love it but it can be really lonely
in my studio all day. I picked up the phone and called my younger
hot neighbor Claire. She and her husband Jake had moved in down the
road about six months ago. The first week they were there I had sex
with Claire. I had her over for wine and cheese and she fingered and
licked my pussy to orgasm. Since then we have become great friends
both in and out of the bedroom. Strangely I have not had the
pleasure of Jake and she hasn’t had Bob either. I had to change
that!
The
phone rang a few times and then Claire picked up.
“Hi
Gill, what are you up to?” Her chirpy voice said.
“Well,
I am getting bored and wanted to know if you fancied some wine this
afternoon?”
“Yep
what time?”
“3pm?”
“See
you at yours?”
“OK
sounds good.”
I
hung up the phone. Claire was always up for a glass of wine, I could
count on her. Although she was about fifteen years younger than me
we just really clicked. I think he helped that she was very cute and
a total nymphomaniac. I mean, maybe even more than me. She has a
tight little sporty body and dark eyes that you just melt into.
Don’t even get going on her little Pilates toned ass.
I
finished my painting and cleaned up the studio. Bob wouldn’t be
home for a while so Claire and I could have a good chit chat. I
showered and dressed and quickly chilled some wine . The door bell
went and I opened it to find Claire standing there talking on the
phone. She was arguing with Jake by the sounds of it. She smiled at
me and stepped in. We kissed on the cheek and she walked right on
passed me into the kitchen. I closed the door and followed. Claire
spent the next five minutes waving her hands, pacing up and down the
kitchen and taking big slurps of her wine that I kept topping up for
her. I just sat there reading the latest Elle Decoration waiting for
her to finish. I wasn’t really listening that much but Jake was
going to have to be in Spain for the weekend for work. Sounded
familiar to me. I regularly got calls from Bob like that. As I got
older I understood that if I wanted the big house, nice cars and nice
things I would have to put up with it. The funny thing was my
paintings were now making a lot of money so Bob could probably retire
in a few years.
Claire
hung up and sat down next to me.
“Sorry
babe, I am just so annoyed right now. We were supposed to be going
away this weekend and now he tells me he is going to Spain. Bloody
company I’m sick of it.” She leant forward and pretty much
drained the large glass I had poured her. That was three already.
“Well
I don’t mean to pry but that job Jake has allows you to have wine
with me in the afternoon like this.”
Claire’s
face flashed with rage for a second and then slowly it softened. She
breathed out hard.
“You
are right. Damn, I should call him back shouldn’t I?”
“Maybe.”
“Ok,
I’ll be right back. Pour me another will you?” With that Claire
skipped off in the lounge to call her husband back and apologize. I
opened another bottle of chilled Pinot Grigio and found some kettle
chips and hummus. After a few minutes Claire came back smiling.
“You
were right as always,” she said rolling her eyes. “How did you
get to be so smart?” Claire raised her glass and I did the same.
“Twenty
years of marriage sweetie that’s how.”
“Yeah
well I am learning. Anyway, he says he will take a week off and we
are going to the South of France so that’s a good trade off.”
“Absolutely!
I’ll drink to that.”
“So
what’s new with you and Bob? I haven’t seen you guys in ages.
Did you sell that painting?”
I
filled Claire in on our happenings and told her about how a very
wealthy American had purchased my painting for the price advertised.
He was a fat man with a lot of money and I liked him immediately.
We
drank some more wine and before I knew it I was a little tipsy.
Claire clearly was.
“So
have you met the new neighbors? The ones next to me?”
“No!
I saw the van but haven’t seen them yet. What are they like?”
I topped up our glasses.
Claire
smiled and I knew what it meant. “Well they are nice. I only
spoke to them briefly but they are young. I mean maybe early thirties
and attractive. Actually he is so so but really nice and has great
eyes. She is super hot but knows it I think. She is a tall blonde.
Fake tits I think.”
“Nothing
wrong with fake tits is there?” I said pushing mine out.
“Not
at all!” Claire laughed. “I get the feeling she is a little up
her self if you know what I mean? Nice but stand offish. I think
she knows she is hot and has an attitude about it.”
“That’s
never good in a young woman, very un unattractive.”
“Well
I got a moist talking to her I have to admit.” Claire’s cheeks
blushed a little.
“That’s
because you are a dirty minx Claire Rogers.”
Claire
took a large gulp of her wine and smiled at me.
“Let’s
have them over for dinner and seduce them. Fuck them both.”
“You
are not serious are you?” I couldn’t believe she was suggesting
this. I had never met them.
“Totally.
I get the feeling they might be up for it. Besides I haven’t had
any other pussy for a while.” She grinned at me and I got
instantly wet.
“Well
that’s because you are my little pussy eater Claire. Ok so let’s
have them over for dinner tomorrow night but I don’t think we
should try anything until we know they are into swinging ok?”
“Sure.”
Claire said looking at me with sexy eyes.
“I’ll
go over later tonight and introduce myself and invite them.”
“Sure.”
Claire said hopping off her stool and walking over to me. Without
another word she pulled up my summer dress past my soft toned thighs
and ran her hands up them to my panties. She tugged and the wine had
gone to my head so I straightened my legs to help. Within seconds she
had them off and was kneeling with her face between my legs. I leant
back as her soft lips kissed my inner thighs and ripples of pleasure
went through me. Claire’s tongue circled around my clit and lips
teasing me, showing me how good she was. She breathed on my hot
pussy and then blew. Hot then cold. The sensations were blowing my
mind and I am sure I was soaking wet. Then she plunged her tongue
deep inside me circling it around, tasting me teasing me. I looked
down and saw her looking up as she started to suck on my clit, taking
the whole thing in her mouth. I gripped the bar stool to steady
myself as Claire sucked, licked and tongue me. Her eyes never
leaving mine as she brought me off to a toe curling orgasm. She
lapped hard at my pussy getting as much of my juice as possible.
Then when I was done she stood and kissed me long and hard sharing it
with me. I was in girlie heaven. Claire pulled back with her wicked
smile.
“Where’s
your phone?”
“Over
there.” Claire went and got my phone and stood next to me smiling.
She took a picture and then started doing something.
“What
are you doing?”
“Sending
a picture to Bob for you. He will know what we have been up to.”
“Oh
you are a filthy bitch.”
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