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I was on the road for my job once again, which can sometimes be a real drag – but not this time. Oh, no, not this time at all.

Little did I know I was about to kick off an incredible stretch of my life, one I’ll never come close to duplicating again. But at least I’ll have the memories, and I’d like to share them with you. That way I can get them down on paper so I never forget a single moment, and you might like to read about how it all went down.

Literally.

My name is Jared. I’m 40 years old, a salesman of orthopedic supplies, and I’m used to the boredom of traveling, but I was looking forward to this trip. I was planning to see several clients in the Myrtle Beach area, which meant I’d be staying at the house of my friend Tom Daniels, a fraternity brother of mine.

I had called Tom the first time I had visited the area and we met for a few beers. After catching up, Tom suggested that the next time I was in the area, I should stay at his house. Tom had a wife, Shannon – who was a knockout – and two teenage kids, and his place had more than enough room for a guest.

So about six months later, I let Tom know I’d be there in two weeks and hoped to be able to stay for a couple of days. When I arrived, I was impressed … with a lot of things.

First, the house. It was at the end of a cul-de-sac, with only one other house nearby. It was two stories, and a nice wide deck ran around three sides of the building on the upper level. My guest room was on the lower level, with a door into the family room, and another door that led outside, to a set of stairs that went up to the deck. The son, Adam, trabzon escort had his room above the guest room; the daughter, Lindy, was opposite that; and Tom and Shannon’s room was in the back.

Second, the wife. Shannon was a dark-haired beauty who lived up to what I had heard about her. She was a teaching golf professional at a nearby country club and was in high demand. She kept in great shape by running long distance races and looked about 10 years younger than her age of 41.

Third, the kids. Lindy was not quite 18 the first time I met her, and you could see she had taken after her mom. She was really cute and had the same kind of long, lithe, athletic body as Shannon, except she had dirty-blond hair to the middle of her back. She played volleyball and was a jumper on the track instead she kind of dictated the action. I remembered how rock hard that kid’s dick had been – mine was that way now and I was only reliving what I’d seen.

Then my eye caught some movement next door. Although I was below the top of the deck railing, I could see through the gaps into the neighbor’s yard, and what I saw brought a smile to my face and another jolt to my cock.

Darby had walked out to her pool deck and was removing her shirt, and, wow, what a sight it was. Her long, red hair was accentuated by a tiny yellow bikini that was barely holding in her wonderful breasts. Having seen her in a swim suit before, I knew she was plenty big up top, but this bikini made her assets even more pronounced.

She took her time arranging a towel on her chaise, and by bending over several times, she gave me trabzon escort bayan a view of all that marvelous cleavage, in addition to her curvy butt, which wasn’t covered very much by the suit’s bottom.

Darby had positioned her chair so that she was facing me straight on, and I wasn’t more than 20 yards away, so I had a perfect sightline. She had already put on some suntan lotion, because she was glistening, and she picked up a magazine to read.

I’m not sure what was in that magazine, but whatever it was got her a little hot, too. After a short time, while her right hand held the magazine, her left hand started caressing her left breast. When she switched to her right breast, I could plainly see that her left nipple was standing at attention. This was too much for me, and my hand went to my straining dick for some rubbing.

Then, I thought, “What the hell?” and pushed my shorts down out of the way. Since nobody else was home, I grabbed my cock and started a nice, slow jerk session while watching the sexy babe next door. And she helped me out by pulling her straps aside and freeing up those nice tits.

I really liked how this was playing out, but it turned out to not last very long. When she dropped her right hand to her lap, moved her thin strip of suit aside and put a finger in her very wet pussy, I couldn’t help myself. I started to turn up the speed and it didn’t take long to produce a rippling orgasm.

I tried very hard to not make any noise, but when I starting shooting I may have let a gasp or two slip out. My hand was flying up and down and I had three or four heavy escort trabzon bursts of semen shoot up onto my stomach. Eventually, as I caught my breath and jerked out the final small gobs of cum, I had a pool of sticky juice around my belly button.

As I recovered, and tried to figure out what to do with my mess, I heard a low groan from next door. I had momentarily forgotten about Darby, but now I looked over and saw her plunging her finger in and out of her vagina and she was clearly in the throes of an orgasm. As I watched her I was surprised to feel some life returning to my dick.

Darby got her breathing back to normal and put her suit back in place. Then to my amazement, as she stood up, she looked straight at me, smiled, ran her tongue ever so slightly over her lips, and slowly walked back inside her house, giving me a great view of that ass.

I was stunned. Did she set this whole thing up? How did she know I was out there? The only thing I could figure out was that maybe she’d seen me when I first walked out onto the deck.

Well, now I felt a little embarrassed, but I was still so shocked at the way it happened that I decided it wasn’t something to worry about. I cleaned myself up in the shower, threw on a pair of shorts and then had lunch. While I was putting the dishes away, I heard the doorbell ring. I looked through the peephole and saw that it was Darby. Uh, oh. This might be trouble, I thought, but I opened the door anyway.

“Hey, Jared, I saw nobody else was home, and I wondered if you’d like to come over for lunch,” she said.

“Well, unfortunately, I just finished eating mine.”

“OK, well … how about some dessert? I made some brownies this morning and I’d love to have some company.”

How could I refuse? I thought it might be interesting to see where this was going.

“Just give me a minute to throw some clothes and …”

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