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EROTICA

THE BUDDY SYSTEM

Scott reconnects with his sexy older neighbor, who
brings along a hot new friend to their quére union.
By Jim McCartan

uring Spring Break, I went that allowed her full breasts to bounce just trying to point out which shoes she
back home instead of going enticingly as she ran up the walk. After desired. I was wrong.
to the beach like so many catching a glimpse of her bronzed flesh, At the top of the ladder, she reached
of my classmates. My folks I’d lean back, stroking my cock and out as far as she could, but the box was
Ddecided to have a party wishing for the chance to get her alone— just out of her reach. But my eyes didn’t
while I was there and invited most of and one day I finally did. linger long on her outstretched arm
the neighbors. I’d shown up a bit early one day when because I realized she wasn’t wearing
I’d been told Rose would be attending, she was home alone and had asked me panties. Her cunt was right there, mere
which piqued my interest. Of all the girls over to do a simple home repair. But feet from my face. There was no G-string
I’d dated at college, not one of them before I could get started on my task, to be had, no silk or satin or cotton. My
could hold a candle to Rose, the married she’d asked me for another favor. eyes drank in the sight of her naked ass
cougar who lived across the street. “Of course, I’m here to help,” I said, and exposed pussy. There appeared to
She and I had messed around with following her without question. be a small tuft of brown hair covering
one another before I’d left for college. her mound, but the rest of her slit was
She was in her mid-40s and had the as smooth as her legs. She had thick,
kind of body that only improved with age: full cunt lips that looked like a split-
more muscle, less fat and a better tan. “SHE GROANED open piece of meaty fruit. In my mind, I
She was hot—and she knew it. imagined letting my tongue explore her
Several days a week during my last AS SHE folds while she held my head in place.
semester of high school, I worked at a “See?” she asked.
part-time job after going to classes until SWALLOWED MY I thought the word “yes” and tried to
midafternoon. Additionally, every so LOAD, FINGERING say it, but nothing came out. So I nodded
often, Rose would have me come over in response.
and do odd jobs if her husband, Roger, HERSELF “You’re so much taller than me. You
was not around. should be able to reach them. Usually
She was always dressed to kill, and FRANTICALLY.” Roger would get them for me, but he’s
everything about her radiated sex. She not here.”
had short brown hair, blue eyes and She descended, smiling knowingly at
full lips, and her body was sublime— me. I got on the ladder, scampered up
exquisitely firm yet shapely. In the I walked a few paced behind her, and quickly grabbed the shoes. As I was
summer, she’d often wear white short but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She coming back down, I felt her hands on
shorts, showing off the beautiful legs was wearing a formfitting, short blue either side of my waist.
she maintained with hours of yoga and dress that made my mouth water. Her “I don’t want you to fall,” she said, her
Pilates. She never wore panties, so I stride was controlled, determined and voice filled with false concern.
could always discern a noticeable hint of confident. I was mesmerized. I felt her fingers wandering, stroking
her slit as her tight shorts got jammed up In the master bedroom, she opened over my abs, which had tensed upon her
into her crotch. the closet door and pointed, asking me touch. Once I was back on the floor, I
Fortunately, I could see her home’s to get a pair of shoes from the top shelf. handed her the shoebox, and from it, she
front door from my room across the “I just can’t reach them on my own. withdrew a pair of four-inch blue velvet
street. I’d linger at my windowsill after Here, I’ll show you.” pumps that matched her dress.
the mail carrier’s arrival, just to see her I must have had a look of disbelief on “Usually after Roger gets my shoes,
jog up to the mailbox and fetch the my face because she pursed her lips, I ask him how I look in my outfit, and
mail. Since that was usually her pool gave me a wink and proceeded to climb depending on the answer…well…”
time, she’d often wear a skimpy bikini the ladder. At first, I assumed she was She smiled seductively, and I quickly

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