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A Spring AfternoonObviously, I shouldn’t have watched. It goes withoutsaying. Any decent person would have gone about their businessand not stared, slack-jawed for well over an hour. Evenif I can’t actually name anyone I know who would actuallyhave walked away, I still know I shouldn’t have watched.It was spring. I was home early, windows open, reading abook in my room upstairs when I heard my neighbor’s wifechatting outside with another woman. Claire is a lovelylady about thirty. Blonde, if not naturally thenin a classy, well-done way; fit but with plenty of well tonedcurves to look at; a pleasant, smart wonderful person.She is married to a just the kind of dull, gray suit of a humanbeing you want as your banker and your neighbor if you alreadyhave plenty of more interesting friends. They had beenliving next door for about two years and we had chatted andoccasionally barbecued but that really was about it.I leaned up and glanced out the window and saw she was talkingwith Betsy. Betsy lives around the corner, is back fromher second or third year of college and is just about thehottest young woman I have ever seen. She has dark hair,a smile that just kills you and is really smart and can bequite funny. Courtesy prevents me from further descriptionexcept to say that she is endowed with gravity defying breaststhat make grown men moan and grown women sigh and I am fairlysure we could sell tickets to her afternoon jog.Claire and Betsy were both wearing sundresses, had a glassof wine in their hands and were chatting about somethingthat had them both laughing. They sat on a bench just offClaire’s patio, just a little closer to each other thanthey had to be. They kept chatting away and I was about tolean back and pick up my book when I saw Claire drop her handlightly on Betsy’s bare knee.Before I go any further, I would like to say something inmy defense. It is possible that I am one of only four or fivestraight men in North America who really doesn’t carefor lesbian porn. It’s certainly not a general aversionto porn. Once a day, I thank Al Gore for making the internetand creating a universe of porn that I have freely and thoroughlyenjoyed. But lesbian porn really never did it for me. Ithas always struck me as extra fake (as opposed to the merefakery of most porn), with participants who were eitherbored, trapped or shrieking in the kind of bad overactingthat gets you kicked out of elementary school plays. Withthe vast majority of lesbian porn scenes you can almosthear someone with a clipboard checking off the necessarymoves before turning the camera off. Blah.All that being true, seeing Claire’s hand on Betsy’sknee was electric. Claire’s fingers were kind of tappingand stroking the bare skin while she and Betsy just kepttalking. I was entranced. bahis siteleri When I saw Claire’s fingersmove up to the edge of Betsy’s skirt and push the fabricup and inch I came out of it and thought “Uh oh, Betsy isgoing to freak out.” But I looked up at their faces andthey just carried on talking but Betsy had a great big smileon her face—still looking right into Claire’s eyes.Betsy kept talking and smiling as if she was at the ice creamshop with a girlfriend and Claire’s hand kept movingup and up. In about a minute, Claire had pushed the sun dressup to where I could see the front of Betsy’s little whitepanties as she sat there, talking, with her legs spreadand my neighbor tracing the outlines of her pussy throughthe fabric.They finally stopped talking but they were still looking rightat each other. Clearly this was not a new experience to eitherof them so there was no porn bullshit “I’ve never donethis” crap. They were deeply into their own world andso obviously thrilled about what was about to happen. And,of course, so was I.In fact, what Betsy did next was one of the sexiest fuckingthings I have ever seen. I am not even sure if I can describeit properly but I have to try. With Claire’s fingers strokingher panties, Betsy got up on her knees on the bench, her dressabove her hips, her panties and the promise of her pussystill fully exposed. Rather than lean into Claire, Betsykneeled up straight and sort of—I really am not doingthis justice—“presented herself” to Claire. Herback was a little arched so those stunning tits were standingout and she seemed to push her hips down a little to increasethe pressure of Claire’s hand on her panties. She waslooking into Claire’s eyes, smiling and reveling inher young body. It was like she was making a gift of herselfto Claire…without saying a word she was saying “Thisis what you get to fuck.” God, it was stunning to see.Claire turned a little and I saw there was no more pretenseof playing over Betsy’s panties. Her fingers were nowrubbing directly on the bare skin of Betsy’s pussy. Sheleaned in and gave Betsy a traffic stopping kiss. Thiswas clearly not Claire’s first time with a woman either.She kept kissing Betsy and playing with her pussy for atleast five minutes…totally in control, not rushed,not over-eager, just thoroughly enjoying kissing andtoying with this stunning girl she had attracted to her.They did do one thing that reminded me of a porn movie butit was so real and so much hotter to see with women who were notperforming for anyone but each other. They would breaktheir kisses and kind of play with their tongues. Clairestarted this game and I would see her break a kiss and thenflick her tongue on the corner of Betsy’s lips. They wouldkiss again and Claire would flutter her tongue canlı bahis siteleri in Betsy’smouth. The message was clear: this is what’s coming,baby…be ready for it. But then Betsy stopped the show.In the middle of Claire’s sweet, teasing tongue play,Betsy stopped, put both of her hands on Claire’s head,slid out her tongue and slowly, slowly pushed it into Claire’smouth, holding it there while Claire closed her eyes andwrapped her arms around Betsy’s body. If I knew what thattongue was doing inside Claire’s mouth, I would be thebest lover in the world because it looked like Claire cameright on the spot, sagging into Betsy’s body. Betsy drewher tongue out, held it curled on the tip of Claire’s lipsand then flicked it just once. Part snake, part kitten,all sexpot horny amazing.Not to stop when the story is getting good but things werepretty standard after that. You know, as standard as twoangels fucking each other in your neighbor’s backyardcan be. Betsy took over for a while, unbuttoning the frontof Claire’s sundress, playing with her tits and suckingher nipples as she fingered her older lover to god only knowshow many little orgasms. Betsy finally got on her kneesand started eating Claire’s pussy but it was so much morefun to watch than any porn movie. She would dive in, thenback off, tease Claire’s thighs for a while then leanright in to run her tongue up, down and presumably into Claire’spussy. She would sit up occasionally and kiss Claire fora couple minutes before going right back down to her honeypot. Claire did a lot of what you would expect, moaning andgrinding her hips around and occasionally grabbing youngBetsy’s head and pulling her hard into her pussy.But the unexpected touches were the best. They way theymade each other laugh and would stop for a couple minuteswhile Claire caught her breath with their hands entwined.And when Claire had had enough, she lay down on the grasswith Betsy and kissed her sweetly for a wonderfully longtime. Then Claire slowly slid her way down Betsy’s body(giving me a look at Betsy’s boobs that a dozen grown menon this block would have traded their expensive cars for)and ate Betsy out. This lovemaking was slow, patient, almostlanguorous (which I now think is the perfect word to describea relaxed, stunning young woman getting her pussy thoroughlylicked on a sunny spring afternoon). Betsy didn’t havea series of shrieking orgasms and she didn’t flail allover the yard. She just seemed to lay back and get hotterand hotter and more and more lost in pleasure—her backarched, her legs went out, her toes curled (an entire separatesonnet could be written about those curling toes)—andthen Betsy gave a long, low, shuddering moan and held ontoClaire’s head and just seemed to shake in place for a fullminute canlı bahis or more.I came back to myself then. I was standing behind the curtainstaring. Just staring. Not touching myself or anything(although Claire and Betsy had left me hard as cold marble).I had been totally enraptured, literally captivated bythe beauty and stunning sexuality I had just seen.I shook my head to clear the fog I was in. I went downstairs,moving slowly, not trusting myself. I poured myself a lemonadeand took it out to the front porch with my ipod and slowlycalmed down while I sipped my lemonade and listened to somequiet music.About twenty minutes later, I heard Claire and Betsy insidethe house chatting and laughing again and, out of the cornerof my eye I saw Betsy give Claire a lingering kiss in the doorway.Then Betsy stepped outside and saw me on the porch and froze.Claire came out behind her and, without missing a beat,said, “Oh, hi Bob. What are you doing home at this hour?Are you feeling well?” Thinking fast, I held up the ipodand said “Hey, Claire, I have been home for hours.”At this Betsy stiffened so I improvised quickly, “I havehad to listen to four boring hours of business lecturesone after the other for work. A totally wasted afternoon.”I did my best to sound supremely bored. Betsy seemed to exhalea little and I could see Claire’s shoulders relax. ContinuingI said, “Finally, I just had to get out of the office inthe basement and listen to this last one outside. Oh, hello,Betsy, how are you? How was school this year?”She gave a polite smile and said “Oh, it was all good Mr.Robertson. Well, I have to go. Thanks for talking with meabout your travel study program, Mrs. Bridges. I reallythink I will give it a shot.” Claire smiled at Betsy andsaid “It was my pleasure dear and you really do have tocall me Claire.”We both watched as Betsy headed off down the street and Ifiddled with my ipod for a minute when I realized Clairewas still standing there. She was looking down at me andsaid, “You know that really was very sweet of you, puttingBetsy at ease like that.” I asked “What do you mean?”but I knew what she meant: I had been spotted.Claire said “Thank you for not scaring her away. I knowyou saw us and you could have leered or been rude and insteadyou let her feel safe.” I looked Claire right in the eyeand said as sincerely and honestly as I could, “No, thankyou. I shouldn’t have watched but you were so beautifultogether. I obviously won’t say anything to anyone except,one last time, thank you.”Claire sat down next to me, grabbed my lemonade then leanedin and gave me a peck on the cheek. Embarrassingly, my dickhardened again as I realized I could smell Betsy but I justsaid “Well, thank you again.” Claire took a sip of mylemonade, stretched her toes off my steps and into my grassand looked at me appraisingly. Then she put the glass down,stood up and said, “You know, Bob, I think you and I shouldhave coffee some time. I think we might have a lot we wouldenjoy talking about.”

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