Milf Next Door

My eyes burned painfully from the lack of sleep. It had been a long shift, responding call after call without any rest. I was exhausted, hungry, and downright filthy. My body ached to the point that I just wanted to sit down and never get back up. I started to drift off as our rig pulled back into the station. Two house fires, several medical calls and a bunch of false alarms, made up my twenty-four hour shift. Pleasant thoughts of my next four days off put a weak smile on my face.

The sound of Captain Anderson's voice had me weakly opening my eyes. "Good tour gentlemen, enjoy your days off."

"I couldn't agree more, thanks Cap," I said tiredly.

I opened my door and step down off the truck. We had been out on a run during the shift change as the clock read a little past seven AM. The guys from the B shift were already buzzing around doing inventory checks and cleaning equipment. I took my gear back into the equipment room, doffing it in its usual stall and headed for the showers. The hot, steamy water felt amazing on my exhausted body. Once cleaned up and dressed in my civilian clothes, I wished the B shift guys good luck and headed towards my pickup.

Four days off, man what am I gonna do first, I thought to myself, pulling out of the station's parking lot.

I turned on the radio and rolled my window down, letting the morning breeze whip through my hair. I love my job, I work as a firefighter/EMT on engine 15 in the city and enjoy every second of it. The shifts can take a toll, but knowing I get a full day off after a tour, or even a few days off depending on my schedule, makes it even more awesome. I don't live in the city, rather I live about a half hour away in your average sized town just outside of the suburbs. My house, rather my parents' house, sits in a quiet cul-de-sac with very friendly neighbors. I flipped on my blinker and turned onto my street. Driving into the cul-de-sac, I noticed my parents had the camper hooked up to my dad's truck. It quickly dawned on me that my parents were leaving for their annual summer camping trip. Each June, they took the camper and headed up north for ten days of bonfires, fishing, and relaxation.

I pulled my truck up into the garage and lazily stepped out, just as my mom was walking out of the house. "Sweetie, you look awful. Did you even get any sleep?"

"No. We were swamped with calls, couple of big fires too."

"Well make sure you get some rest, I left a list on the counter of things that need to be done while we are gone. There's plenty of food stocked in the fridge and the freezer."

"Thanks mom, you have a great trip," I said, giving her a big hug.

"Call if you need anything," my dad said, "We should have decent reception where we are going."

"Will do pops, drive safely."

I gave him a hug and they got into the truck and pulled out of the driveway. I turned to head back towards the house when something moved out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over towards my neighbor's house and found the source. Ms. Michelle Carlson was my next door neighbor. I've had a crush on her ever since puberty struck. She had moved into the neighborhood some years ago with her husband and their two boys. He was sort of an ass right from the start, and later became the biggest ass around when he went and cheated on Mrs. Carlson with a female fitness instructor from the local gym. He ended up moving in with her, leaving the house to his soon to be ex-wife. Now several years later, Ms. Carlson lived all alone. Their twin sons, Matt and Mitch, were a couple grades below me and had accepted scholarships to play baseball together at a college out of state.

My jaw nearly hit the ground when I realized that Ms. Carlson was getting her morning paper in a silk, black bathrobe. She turned to wave at my departing parents, allowing me to drink in the sight of her. A few inches shorter than my 5' 10" self, she had long light brown hair that went down passed her shoulders. Deep brown eyes and a gorgeous face. A few small wrinkles around her eyes and mouth showed her age, but I easily saw past them. She was somewhere in her early forties. Her figure wasn't the tightest by any means, but she had nice curvy hips and a soft stomach from birthing two children. She worked out quite frequently, usually running around the neighborhood wearing tight spandex outfits that surely had to turn a few heads. She also could still pull off a bikini, which was a nice sight considering my bedroom overlooked her backyard and pool. She had a nice rear end that jiggled ever so slightly, her working out kept her butt and legs nicely toned. My favorite part of Ms. Carlson was by far her chest. She has the most beautiful breasts, measuring 36C to be exact. Gravity and age had played their part over the years, but they still look very firm. I knew her size only because of teenage hormones and stumbling upon one of her bras while going to the bathroom. I had been hanging out with her sons after school one day and discovered the black, sheer item hanging on the edge of the hamper. Needless to say, I had many more fantasies about her after that wonderful discovery.

I felt the blood rush between my legs and the sudden surge knocked me out of my trance. Ms. Carlson picked up her paper and turned my way, flashing me her gorgeous smile.

"Good morning Josh, how are you?"

"Doing well Ms. Carlson. A little tired, but I'll live. How are you?"

"With a beautiful summer day and no work on a Friday ahead of me, I'm doing more than fine," she said raising her arms out to embrace the sunlight. The movement allowing the hem of her knee length robe to pull up enough for me to catch some of her eye popping thighs briefly on display. My member suddenly surging to full mast.

"I hope you enjoy your Friday off. I'm gonna go get some sleep, I'll see you later," I said turning to head back towards my house. Hoping she didn't notice the color change in my face.

"Have a good one Josh," She said, giving me one of those sexy little finger waves.

My heart skipped a beat as I stepped into the garage, stealing subtle glances at her as she walked back into her house. Closing the garage door, I stepped into the mud room, kicked off my shoes, and raced towards the bathroom to have some time to myself before crashing. Having satisfied myself with a dirty fantasy, I stripped my clothes and was out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow.

****

I woke to the sound of the landline ringing downstairs. "Fuck it," I mumbled, rolling back over on my bed.

The phone quit ringing and the answering machine took over. I heard the beep and the voice leaving the message had me bolting up out of bed. I nearly slipped down the stairs as I sprang into the kitchen, reaching for the phone. She was speaking when I picked it up and hit the talk button.

"Hello Ms. Carlson, what can I do for you," cutting her off mid-sentence.

"Oh Josh, I hope I didn't wake you?"

"No, no it's alright. I was already up just thinking of what I should do with the rest of my day." I glanced at the kitchen clock, reading 2:23 PM. I had been asleep for about six hours.

"Well Josh, if you want to come over and use my pool you're more than welcome to. It's such a beautiful day to be outside and I'd love the company," she responded, sending tingles down my spine and straight to my crotch.

I gulped hard, "Sure I could do that, when do you want me over?" I said with growing anticipation.

"Right now is fine. I'm just sitting out back having a drink."

"Sounds good, give me a few minutes to change and I'll be right over."

"OK, see you soon," she said with a giggle before hanging up.

I put the phone back on the receiver and raced up to my bedroom. I slid over towards the window and peeked out the blind. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. There she was, lying out on a chaise pool chair, sipping what looked to be a strawberry daiquiri. She had on a black, string bikini with white polka dots that tied around her neck. Her bottoms matched the top and tied on each hip. She was an absolute goddess and it gave me chills just thinking about her. I turned to open my dresser, looking for a pair of trunks. I took out a pair and pulled my underwear down, freeing my stiffness from its confines. I really need to calm down, I thought to myself. I found a pair of compression shorts and put them on under the trunks, hoping that if I did get hard again, I could try to conceal it better. Grabbing one of my navy, blue duty shirts, I stepped in front of my mirror and gave myself the once over. Satisfied with my appearance, I headed downstairs to pack a cooler. I put a twelve pack on ice and grabbed two bottles of Boones Farm wine for the hell of it. With everything packed, I slid on my shades and headed for the back patio door.

The summer heat hit me at once, and the contrast from air conditioning to the outdoors was briefly overwhelming. I slid the patio door shut and trekked across my yard towards Ms. Carlson's place. Our two yards are separated by her eight foot privacy fence. There is a gate on our side and another gate on the other side of her house. Though only a short distance from my backdoor to her gate, the walk seemed like it took forever. I finally reached the gate. Leaning against it, I heard the faint sound of music playing behind it. Taking a deep breath, I unlatched the door and pushed it open slowly. I stepped into the backyard and shut the gate. Turning, I walked towards the patio where Ms. Carlson lie. The creaking of the wooden gate must have alerted her to my presence because she had sat up and was looking back towards me.

"Hi Josh, come on over and grab a chair," she said giving me a coy, little smile.

"Hey Ms. Carlson, thanks for having me over," I replied, stealing a quick glance at her ample cleavage from behind my sunglasses.

Setting my cooler down, I took a seat on a pool chair next to her. I stripped off my duty shirt and let it lazily drop to the concrete. Reaching into the cooler, I retrieved an ice cold beer and popped the top, taking a large swig. Lying back, I let out and audible, "ahhh," reveling in the taste of the adult beverage. All the while, Ms. Carlson just stared at me. I pretended not to notice but the way she was lying eying me up, really turned me on.

I smiled at her and she gave me a coquettish grin right back. "It's good to see you Josh, how have you been?"

I took another big swig of beer before answering. "I'm doing great, work has been kind of tiresome but I really enjoy it a lot. How about you, I haven't seen you in a while? Anything new going on?"

We sat back enjoying the afternoon sun, conversing about things going on in our lives, the neighborhood in general, her sons' baseball careers, and just catching up like old friends. I'm thankful I wore a pair of shades because if I hadn't, it would have been very obvious that I was stealing long glances at her. Several times I had to put my beer on my crotch to tame the demons burning in my groin. About an hour had passed before I realized that I had made quick work of the contents in my cooler. I only had a few beers left and the two bottles of wine. Feeling a bit tipsy, I noticed Ms. Carlson wasn't holding back either. She had polished off several daiquiris and was getting quite giggly.

"I think I'll hop in," I announced, standing up rather quickly and jumping into the pool, hoping to conceal my constant erection.

The water felt amazing on my hot skin. I stayed under and coasted a while before surfacing. I swam a couple of laps down and back before stopping in the shallow end to catch my breath. I turned to look over towards Ms. Carlson. She was staring at me with that coy little smile again. I dove back under the water and swam towards her side of the pool. Reaching the wall, I came up and pulled myself out of the water a bit, resting my arms on the pool deck. Ms. Carlson stood from her pool chair, holding her empty glass.

"Think I'll make another one," she said winking at me. "Be back in a minute."

"Come in and join me when you get back. The water is fantastic," I beckoned as she opened the patio door.

"I'm not getting my hair wet, but I'll dip my toes in," I heard her call from inside the house.

A few minutes later, she reappeared with a full drink in hand. She took a big gulp and placed in on the patio table before stepping towards the edge of the pool. She dipped her toes into the water and let out a sigh. The sound she made immediately sent naughty thoughts straight from my brain to my crotch. Gladly the water level I was in made it impossible to notice from her point of view. She sat herself down, submerging both her legs into the shallow end. She leaned forward to look down into the water, allowing me a perfect view of the valley between her luscious breasts. Finally, she pushed off and sank down into the belly button deep water. I made sure to keep a modest distance as she waded to the steps and sat down. She stretched her arms out to rest on the side of the pool, straining her bikini top against her heavenly bosom, the material doing its best to hold her in. I felt a twitch between my legs and quickly peeled my eyes off of her, diving back under the water. She is so fucking hot, I thought while submerged, she keeps staring, maybe there's a chance. No, no don't kid yourself. I came up and turned her way. She was once again giving me that look and sexy smile.

"Come sit with me," she said waving me over.

I slowly swam towards her, desperately trying to calm the hardness in my shorts. Reaching the stairs, I slid up on the opposite side of her. I relaxed my arms on the pool deck and let my head fall back, staring up at the sky. We sat in silence for several minutes, just enjoying the feeling of the cool water and the hot sun. Ms. Carlson spoke, but I didn't catch what she said.

I lifted my head and turned towards her. "Sorry Ms. C, what was that?"

"I was just saying how this is one of the best days I've had in a long time. Everything is just so perfect. Thank you for enjoying it with me," she said, flashing me a beautiful smile.

"I'm glad I could help," I grinned back.

She gave a sigh and stood up out of the water, returning to her chair and her drink. I sat in the water a little while longer, allowing the bulge below to shrink before getting out and returning to my own chair. I opened my cooler for another beer when a sudden squeal from Mrs. Carlson made me jump.

"W...what is it?" I asked a bit shaky.

"You have Boones farm, I haven't had that since college!"

I reached back into the cooler and pulled out one of the bottles. I handed it to her and she started to laugh. "My girlfriends and I use to drink this stuff by the case. Shall we?" gesturing to open the bottle.

"Of course, that's why I brought it over."

Ms. Carlson opened the top and raised it, "Cheers, to memories of old and new." She took a couple of gulps before handing me the bottle.

"You have to make a toast now," she said.

I thought for quite a while before I finally raised the bottle and boldly toasted, "To spending time with a beautiful woman."

I took a huge swig, releasing the bottle from my lips and handed it back to her. As I gave her back the wine, she gave me a look that stared straight into my soul and she blushed very noticeably. Our gaze was locked on one another as we passed the bottle back and forth till it was empty. She took down the last gulp and set the bottle on the patio table, standing up in the process. I didn't know if she was flattered or upset, but I soon got my answer. She whipped her hair over her shoulder and strutted right towards me. I stared in awe as she approached and planted both feet on either side of my chair. She took another step, bent her knees and sat straight down on my upper thighs. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around my neck, locking them. Her breasts just mere inches from my face. I gave a long stare at her chest, before slowly looking up into her dreamy brown eyes.

"Did you really mean what you said?" she asked with a smirk.

I stammered, trying to find my words. "Of...of c-course I did. You're incredible."

She leaned in a little closer, whispering, "How so?"

I raised my shades off of my face, still staring into her eyes. I could feel my member swelling very rapidly, desperately thinking of something to say. I was tongue tied and speechless at the fact that the MILF next door was this close.

"How so?" she whispered again.

I felt her move a little closer towards my raging hard on, sending signals in my brain going in every direction. I felt like I was in a trance. My body must have shifted to autopilot because before I knew it, my arms had raised up and slowly clasped around the small of her back. I glanced down to see what I had done and then quickly darted back up to her eyes. I found my voice, it came out more or less as a squeak.

"I've had a crush on you since...since I can remember," I gasped out as her crotch met mine.

"Hmm, that all?" she whispered back, "You're gonna have to convince me more than that."

A fire burned inside of me. I released one hand from her back and slid it up to the back of her head, pushing her face towards mine. Just before our lips met, I closed my eyes, whispering, "I watch you from my bedroom, just dreaming of the day I could have you."

The levee of lust exploded as our hungry lips locked. Our tongues battling for dominance. I'd gain some ground into her mouth, only to lose it right back. We explored and probed each other, for what seemed like an eternity. Nearly out of breath, we broke our passionate struggle gasping for air. Our eyes remained locked as we regained our depleted oxygen levels. Suddenly and rather instinctively, we were right back at it. The feeling was almost primal in a sense. We kissed along the lines of tender passion and then fervor aggressiveness. Ms. Carlson broke the embrace, sliding down to plant tender little kisses on my neck. I in turn, reached down and with both hands, cupped the soft flesh of her bottom, massaging each cheek with a hand.

"Ohhh, that feels amazing," she replied breathlessly.

She started to move down my body, eventually far enough where I had to release my grasp on her ass. She kissed down to my chest, flicking both my nipples with her tongue. I let out a pathetic gasp as I knew well where her final destination was. She slid down farther, planting kisses on my midsection until she reached the top of my swimsuit. The bulge in my shorts was plainly obvious as she looked up into my eyes with a devilish grin.

"Let's see what's hiding in here," she said, licking her lips.

I let out a shaky breath as she untied the string of my trunks and slid a hand down underneath the compression shorts. Her slender fingers wrapped around my cock, causing it to twitch yet again. She slowly began to stroke me up and down, using her free hand to tug on the only articles of clothing I still wore. I raised my hips off of the chair as she yanked hard, exposing my crotch and her hand. She leaned over, her long hair tickling my exposed area. Then, like an m80 going off inside of me, my heart leapt into my throat as her hot mouth wrapped around my bulbous head.

"Holy shit," I gasped, as she sunk lower and lower before retreating back up to the tip.

I was in heaven watching this incredibly sexy, mature woman go to town on my intimate member. She continued to stroke with one hand, while gobbling me down with her mouth. I quickly felt the familiar mounting pressure of an orgasm building within me. Ms. Carlson was bringing me to the edge, a lot sooner than I ever anticipated. I tried to speak but only let out a few weak moans. Like a mind reader, she took her eyes off of my cock and glanced up to me. She slid her hot mouth off of my shaft with a slurping sound, still stroking me in the process.