I’ve recently moved house with my long time girlfriend, Megan, and by far and away the best thing about the new house is our neighbour Sara, the 38 year old blonde MILF who lives next door. She’s tall, blonde, wears glasses, an expert cocksucker (more on that later) but most importantly divorced and working from home, just like me.

It all started innocently enough, when we moved in we Sara come round to welcome us to the street and ask if we needed any tea bags and milk. This lead to us having her round for dinner a few weeks later to say thank you meaning that a month after moving in we were in good neighbourly terms saying hi when we bumped into each other on the street but not interacting with each other beyond that. So it was a bit of a surprise when one afternoon I got a knock on the door and instead of a delivery man there was Sara. Her hair was a bit wet and was wearing a thick dressing gown. Apparently she had been out for a lunchtime run and hopped in the shower afterwards only to find that there wasn’t any hot water. She asked if I could have a look and save her the cost of calling out a plumber.

So 2 minutes later I’m in her kitchen looking at her boiler whilst she’s disappeared off to get ready for a Teams meeting she has in about half an hour. A quick Google of the boilers error code revealed that the problem was an easy fix and well within my capabilities. With the boiler operational again I set off in search of Sara to tell her the good news, first calling her from the bottom of the stairs but when there was no response heading up to the first floor. Turns out she was blow drying her hair and listening to music on the top floor hence the lack of response.

Rather than shout again I climbed the final set of stairs up to the top floor to the sound of Ed Sherran which I discovered was open plan unlike our house which divided the floor into two rooms with a narrow corridor. Sara had elected to use it as a master bedroom, complete with a dressing table. Which is where she was sat humming along to Ed, blow drying her hair, her dressing gown discarded on the floor leaving her with only a lacey black thong poking up between her ass cheeks. She hadn’t heard me coming up the stairs and had her back too me so I got a couple of seconds to absorb the site before realising it would look like I had purposely crept up on her if she saw me. So I backed down the stairs slightly then start back up and shout her name loudly enough for her to hear giving her enough time to know I was coming but not enough to get dressed in any meaningful way.

This had the desired result of me being able to steal a second glance at her nearly naked form, this time with a hint of a nipple which was unfortunately swiftly covered with a hand as she dropped the hair drier, twisted round and yelped that she would be down in a minute. All before I quickly retreated back down to the living room so as not to appear like it wasn’t lingering he too long. Despite my best efforts my cock started to swell and by the time she followed me down a minute later once again in her dressing gown I had a distinct bulge forming that I didn’t have a chance to hide. Playing it cool and hoping she wouldn’t notice I apologised explaining that I had shouted a bunch of times from the floors below. With only the slightest flicker of her eyes towards my crotch she accepted my apology saying it was her fault for having the music on so loud and that she thought she had time to dry her hair before I was done. I then explained what was wrong with the boiler accepted her thanks and made a quick exit back home.

I couldn’t get the image of Sara’s naked body out of my head for the rest of the day though and sat at my desk with my cock alternating between being semi to rock hard. By the time Megan came home I was so rilled up I practically ripped her clothes off and fucked her on our kitchen table. All the time thinking about Sara. Not that my girlfriend knew or had any complaints as she begged me to fuck her harder and harder before cumming loudly just before I did. That set the mood for the rest of the week as we fucked two or three times a day all over the house.

Which I thought would be the end of the story until I got another knock on the door about a week later. Again it was Sara in a dressing gown, hair dry this time, saying the boilers gone again could I fix it. I of course obliged and followed her back into her house and inspect the boiler. However, this time there wasn’t any error code and everything seemed in good working order. Turning round to explain to Sara that it seemed fine and question her what the issue was I was confronted with a sight I will never forget. Once again the dressing gown was gone and Sara was leaning seductively against her kitchen table pouting slightly dressed in the same lacey black thong as last week but this time with also with matching suspenders, tights and bra.

I was frozen to the spot and my face must’ve been a picture because she leaned backwards over the table took me in with a smouldering confident look and asked “Don’t you like like what what you see?”. I replied “Of course I do you look stunning but I have a girlfriend remember?”. She smirked and began to advance across the room slowly, like a lioness stalking her prey. “Oh course I do, how could I forget the way you have been ravishing her since our little.. encounter.. last week? I’m sure the whole street is aware at how she wants it “harder and HARDER!” The last bit delivered in a mocking imitation of Megan’s lustful cries as Sara finished her advance inches from my face with her eyes peering deep into my soul. Her feet planted either side of mine so that her bountiful tits brushed against my chest at the apex of her breath and her intoxicating scent filled mine. All of which made it very hard to concentrate but the realisation of what that meant still came crashing home. That Sara had heard us fucking during the week and that she had made the connection with my increased libido and me seeing her at her dressing table.

She held this pose for what could’ve only been a couple of seconds as she watched the realisation dawn in my eyes before leaning in and whispering softly in my ear “Besides, it occurred to me the other day that I never properly thanked you for your help last week..” At that moment I felt her hand begin to brush up and down the length of my rock hard cock through my jeans. “At first I though about giving you some money or maybe a cake. But as the week has gone on I came up with a better idea. You want to know what it is?” I could only muster a dumb nod at this point but she smiled and leaned back in to my ear. “I am going to suck your cock dry and you are going to cum so hard all over my face you aren’t going to be able to get it up for Megan tonight”

She then proceeded to slowly get on her knees in front of me and begin to kiss my cock through my jeans. “Of course, you can still have the cake if you’d prefer. But if a cock were to appear in front of me right now I would show it a real good time”. With one last deep kiss near my head where precum was starting to leak through my jeans she settled back with her ass on her feet, arms behind her back, mouth open, tongue out looking up at me expectantly. Leaving me with a choice, leave now and get a cake or stay, unzip my jeans and guide my cock into Sara’s waiting mouth.

So with a heavy sigh I stepped to one side and made my way to the front door without looking back at Sara in case I changed my mind. LIKE FUCK I DID. I unzipped my jeans dropped them to the floor grabbed two fistfuls of Sara’s hair and stared her dead in the eye as I guided her her forward and my cock into her hungry mouth. All the way down until her lips were pressed against the base of my cock and my head slipped down her impressively not gagging throat. I held her there for about 10 seconds marvelling in the moist warmth enveloping my cock. I then guided her slowly back up and off my cock leaving a nice string of spit and precum between the two before lowering her back down again to repeat the process. My mind could barely register the fact that I was stood in the quite of her kitchen, the only sounds the ticking of the clock of the wall and the soft gurgling of Sara’s throat wrapping itself around my cock as I slowly facefucked her. She didn’t stand for that very long and during a moment when her mouth was free she croaked “Let go of my hair and let me give you a proper thank you”. An offer I couldn’t refuse so I let go.

She gave the tip of my cock a kiss, then got another of those stupid moans from me, as ducking her head, she swirled her tongue around my balls. Sara slowly licked up one side of my shaft and reaching the head, took it very briefly in her mouth. She sucked hard, causing my hips to twitch. Removing my cock, she opened her mouth and let the precum she had just sucked out, drip from her lips. "You like that?" She asked. "Like your thank you?" "It’s certainly better than a cake." I quipped as she smiled up at me. "I don’t know about that, I make a damn good lemon drizzle" She winked at me and without hesitation she opened wide and taking my cock into her mouth, slowly teasingly, worked her way all the way to the base. For the next few minutes I stood there moaning and panting as Sara's tongue worked over my cock as well as my balls, licking, teasing and sucking on my aching flesh. My legs were trembling and I needed to cum so bad but she always managed to keep me right on the edge without pushing me over. It felt incredible and better yet, I could tell she was enjoying it.

As Sara continued to tease my throbbing cock, I marveled at how incredible she looked. I couldn't believe this woman was on her knees for me. I could feel her nipples pressing between my thighs and her long blonde hair was fanned out across her shoulders. Sara then switched it up this time, after taking it all the way she began bobbing her head in a slow rhythm. Unable to help myself, my hips started rocking in time with her sucking. Sara looked up at me with her big brown eyes and groaned around my cock. I was getting pretty close to cumming by now and Sara must have sensed it as she upped the intensity of her head bobbing and swirled her tongue even more violently around my head.

All of a sudden she pulled back and started wanking my cock ferociously, looking up at me with fire in her eyes. She also started to grunt filthy things under her breath. I forget exactly what as my brain had left the building at this point and my cock was firmly in the drivers seat. It was along the lines of “you gonna cum all over my face, make me your neighbourly cumslut, I want your cum so bad it’s mine, Megan doesn’t deserve it, you’ve been fucking her all week thinking about me now it’s my turn”. 30 seconds of this and I fucking exploded everywhere. Ropes and ropes of cum came out of my cock as my knees when weak and I got tunnel vision. Time and space slowed down and sped up simultaneously as I came the hardest I have even done all over Sara’s face. When I regained my senses she was still on her knees in front of me smiling up at me like she was they one who had just had the inter-dimensional orgasm. There was cum in her hair, on her glasses, somehow under her glasses leaking into her left eye and a few drops on her chin.

“Holy fuck that was amazing” I mumbled as she got other feet. “Glad you liked it, I hope Megan doesn’t miss all this cum you’ve painted me with” she purred back. I was hit with a sudden wave of post nut clarity and guilt as my brain retook control of my body and the memory of Megan entered my thoughts. Sara simply smiled as if she had just read my mind and said “Anyways I think it’s about time you were off don’t you? Can’t be Staying here too long in case people on the street start to talk. Who knows what crazy rumours they might start!” She laughed and walked back over to the table leaning against it once more in a sultry pose. She was right so I quickly pulled up my jeans and made my way to the front door. Just as I was about to open it Sara called back to me from the corridor “Oh and Ben” I turned around to see her stood there in all her glory leaning up against the kitchen doorframe “I’ll be sure to let you know if I have any my trouble with my boiler in the future”. Lost for words I simply let myself out and made my way back to my house letting the fresh air cool my flushed face.

Damned boiler keeps breaking at least twice a week since then..