Nice Neighbor, pt. I (mF, first time, anal, oral)

[Mowstein]

The sun was just starting to pour into my bedroom from between the drawn
blinds. I was awake, but barely so, and I twisted beneath my covers in an
effort to stave off the inevitable day. I hadn't been feeling well the last
couple of days and this morning I awoke to the tell-tale muscle ache and sore
throat of a full blown cold. I had complained to my mother the night before
and was relieved that she had told me to sleep in today. She told me to take
the day off from school and that she would go to work and call on someone to
come over and check on me later on in the morning. As I laid in bed, trying to
stay warm, I craned my neck to the clock on my bedstand. Ten-fifteen. It was
still too early to get up and go downstairs and besides, I felt as if I could
stay in the dark all day if nobody disturbed me. Just then, I remembered about
what my mother said about someone coming over to check on me. That was when
the doorbell rang.
Instead of getting up immediately, I drew the blankets up tighter to my chin in
an effort to fall back asleep. I had no idea who my mother would call to check
up on me, and besides, I was almost 15 and didn't need anybody anyway. I
reached over to turn my fan on. If my mother asked me why I didn't answer the
door, I could at least say that I hadn't heard the bell. After 10 more
minutes, not hearing the bell a second time, I concluded that whoever it was
had gone away and that I'd have the house all to myself until dinner time.
Rolling over onto my side, I closed my eyes and relaxed.
It was then that I heard a soft knocking at my bedroom door! Who was this, I
thought? Was it my mother or father come back from work to check on me? But
why would they have rung the doorbell? No, this was someone else, most likely
the someone whom my mother had asked to come over to see if I was okay. I
tensed beneath the blankets as the door swung gently open.
"Michael?"
"umm...yes?" I replied. The room was aglow with a golden morning haze and I
couldn't make out who was opening my door. It was a woman's voice but I
couldn't place it yet.
"Michael," the sweet sounding voice began, "it's me, Mrs. Benedict, from next
door, Tommy's mom. Your mom asked me to stop over and see how you were doing.
I rang the bell but there wasn't an answer so I used the key your mom keeps
under the mat. How are you?"
She had stepped into the room now and closed the door behind her. From under
my covers I looked out at her and my tired eyes nearly popped out of my aching
head. She must have been on her way to the beach or something, because she had
on a pair of cutoff shorts, flip flop sandals, and a red bikini top. Her dark
wavy hair was pulled back from her forehead into a pony tail.
"Umm," I stammered, trying not to give away the fact that I was staring at her
beautiful breasts sway gently beneath the thin bikini fabric as she stepped
closer to my bed, " I'm a little sick, I guess...umm...wh-"
Before I could say anything more, she sat down on the edge of the bed next to
me and leaned over my face. With her right hand she smoothed my hair out of my
eyes and with her left she felt my forehead. God did she look wonderful
sitting there next to me. She must have put some sun tan lotion on before
coming over because she smelled like warm baby oil. In the hazy light, as she
leaned over to feel my head, I got a good look at her tanned breasts hanging
before me. They were beautiful, larger than I'd ever seen this close before.
Her nipples shone beneath the fabric like two little nubs. Beneath the covers,
my cock began to grow! Embarrased (I was only 15 and had never been with a
girl before) I shrank away from her touch afraid that she might look down and
see the reaction I was having to her luscious body.
Sensing, my apprehension, she got up from the bed and began to walk toward the
door.
"I'll be right back, Michael, you seem awfully hot to me."
I thought to myself as she left how wonderfully hot she seemed to ME and smiled
to myself as I watched her bare thighs twitch beneath the frayed edges of her
shorts. My 'condition' under the sheets was getting out of hand, however, and
I just wanted her to go quickly so I could jack off and go back to sleep. That
was when she appeared back in the doorway.
"Michael, I used to volunteer with the EMS back in school and I picked up a few
things along the way raising 3 kids of my own. I found this thermometer in the
bathroom and would like to take your temperature with it."
"Okay," I said. Five more minutes and she'd be gone.
"Great, I'm glad you're such a good sport about this, because this is a very
special type of thermometer. You'll have to get out of bed now."
"What?," I began, but it was too late. I knew now that she held in her hand
the rectal thermometer mom used to use on everyone when we were babies. She
couldn't be serious about this, could she?
Purposefully, she stepped out of her sandals and padded back across my carpet
barefoot. She was delicious. She must have been in her late '30's at the
time, but looked like a model. Long brown legs, taut tummy, and like I already
said, gorgeous, pendulous breasts that she was obviously very proud of. Many
times I had seen her washing her car next door or swimming in the pool while I
was hanging out with her son Tommy. But now, in my bedroom, standing this
close to me...my cock grew another few inches as I appreciated the softness of
her wonderful body. THat was when reality set in again, and I noticed the
silvery thermometer in her hand. She stopped at the foot of my bed, smiled,
and with a crooked finger, motioned me to get out of my bed.
"But--"
"No buts," she said, then, realizing the joke, "well...maybe just that one
you've got there.." She exploded in a delightful laugh and stepped next to
where I'd pulled the covers up under my chin.
"here, let me help you with this." And with one motion, she curled her
fingertips under my sheets and yanked them down to my feet.
"Now get up and take down those pajamas." I got out of bed, but there was no
way I was going to take down my pajamas for my neighbor! For my friend's mom!
Besides, looking at her this whole time had gotten me rather excited and I
would be mortified if she even saw me this way. I'd probably get in trouble.
After swinging my legs out of bed, I quickly darted to the corner, which was
darker, and hoped she was kidding about going through with this. I turned my
back to her in order to hide my raging hardon from her view.
"Michael, like I said before, I've done this many times before and there's no
need to be embarassed."
Her voice was coming closer!
Suddenly, I looked over my shoulder and there she was!
"Now just relax, okay? Mrs. B. is just going to get down here on her knees and
help you through this, okay?"
She was behind me now, on her knees, her face inches away from my pajama
bottoms. There was a pause as I digested her words.."help me through
this?"...Just then, I felt her hands on me.
With the same swift motion with which she tore the covers off of me, she curled
her fingers into the elastic waistband of my pajama bottoms and underwear and
jerked them to my ankles. I was going to die! My cock, red and distended
popped out of its confines and pointed straight into the corner. My ass, naked
and vulnerable was in Mrs. B's face.
"My, my," she began, "someone needs to get more sun down there!" And with that
she smoothed her hand over my bare ass! Ohmigod! The feeling was
indescribable as her fingernails raked over my exposed flesh...Next I felt her
other hand swish over my bottom with equal curiosity.
"Michael, you're so young and so firm. Do you work out?"
"N-n-no, ma'am..just natural I guess."
"Well, you are a beautiful young man. Now come with me okay?"
"Okay, Mrs. B., but is this g-g-g-oing to take long? I r-r-really should get
back in bed."
'Not at all, Michael, now turn around."
The moment of truth had arrived. As if the sight of her wasn't enough to get
my cock stirring, her hands and fingers across my naked ass sure didn't help to
calm my excited state. I took a deep breath and turned around. But she had
already taken a seat on the edge of my bed.
I padded quickly over to her and tried not to trip on my pajama bottoms which
were tangled in my feet. She was looking at me with a strangeness I had never
encountered in her before. She was beautiful though, and one more look at her
caused my cock to quiver and dance in front of me as I stood before her without
any pants on.
"Good,' she began, "now turn around and bend over so we can take your
temperature, okay?"
"Yes, Mrs. B.'
I felt relieved that she didn't make any mention of my cock being hard and
everything. I obeyed her and turned my back to her and bent over.
"Now, Michael, I want you to just relax, okay? You're a little dry back there
and I'm going to have to moisten you a little so that the thermometer doesn't
hurt you okay?"
Not having any idea as to what she was talking about, I replied in the
affirmative. It was then that I heard the distinct sound of a finger popping
out of her mouth.
Before I knew it I felt her hand on my ass again. This time, she didn't
linger, but forcefully pried my ass cheeks apart. The next thing I felt was a
single wet finger tracing the length of the crack of my ass. I was awash in
ecstasy as this beautiful woman was seeking my asshole, burrowing her finger
into the deepest recesses of my ass!
"Just a second longer," she said, as her finger finally found home.

END OF PART ONE