I rang the doorbell, my heart pounding with anticipation. Mrs. Johnson, my stunning, married neighbor, answered. She was even more beautiful up close in her tight, low-cut sundress that hugged her curves. “Oh hi Ava, what can I help you with?” “I’m so sorry to bother you but I need to borrow a cup of sugar. I’m baking cookies for my sister’s baby shower tomorrow.” I said with a smile, hoping she’d invite me in. “Of course, come on over.” She beckoned me inside her immaculate house. I followed her heart-shaped ass as it swayed hypnotically. In the kitchen, she pulled a bag of sugar from the pantry.
I pressed myself against the counter, “accidentally” pushing my cleavage towards her. “I really appreciate this, I’ll return it soon, maybe with some fresh baked cookies.” She handed me the sugar, our fingers brushing. I bit my lip. “Mrs. Johnson, can I ask… do you ever get lonely? I mean, with your husband working late every night…” She looked away. “Sometimes. It can get awfully quiet.” I slid my hand up her arm. “I’d be more than happy to keep you company anytime. In any way you’d like.” She met my gaze, a spark igniting in her eyes. Then she kissed me, hard. Her lips parted and our tongues danced. I pulled her against me, my hands roaming her body as she moaned. I slipped a strap of her dress down, exposing a pert breast.
She gasped as I suckled her nipple. We made out heatedly until she broke away, leading me to the bedroom. Sheets rustled as we writhed naked. I kissed down her body, settling between her thighs. My tongue lapped at her wetness and she cried out, fingers twisting in my hair. I brought her to climax twice before she straddled my face reverse cowgirl style and rode my tongue. Then she pushed me back and dove between my legs. Licking and fingering me until I bucked wildly against her face. We made each other cum over and over, two married women lost in forbidden, erotic bliss. An hour later, flushed and satisfied, I gathered my clothes. “Thank you for the sugar…and everything else,” I grinned. She winked. “I’ll be expecting those cookies tomorrow. And maybe you too…”
