Memory

I was fresh out of school and had moved in next door to a young family. She was beautiful and curvy, a great mother to their young child. He was busy and disinterested. She often caught my eye as I watched them engage from my porch and I would smile and wave. She'd quickly look away and act like she didn't see me, but the little smile that would touch her lips told me otherwise.

One day I decided to go introduce myself. I chose a time when they were all home so there would be no misunderstanding. The husband was friendly but didn't really seem interested in making friends. The child, on the other hand, was very interested in me. When the woman noticed this, she warmed to me instantly. I'm sure the fact that I was young and handsome, with a full head of curly, thick hair, didn't hurt.

We slowly became friendly and their child treated me like family, running to greet me every time I'd stop by to say hi. I always liked kids. But I have to say that's not what kept me coming back. The look she'd get in her eyes when she saw me playing with her child was addictive. Filled with fire she couldn't express. It drove me wild. Many times I'd glance at her and catch her smiling, only to have her quickly look down and bite her lip. She played shy. Maybe she was, but she went out of her way to accentuate her curves with her clothes and the way she moved. Her husband was often gone, so I concluded this had to be for my benefit. Lucky me. I couldn't get enough.

One day the child was running down the stairs and tripped. I happened to be walking up the stairs at the same time and caught her as she tumbled into my arms. Her relief at my presence and foresight was palpable. After showing much gratitude, she suggested we exchange numbers. I tried to hide my excitement as I gave her my phone number and took hers. After that day, we became close. She started to share intimate things with me. She even vented about her sex life. She complained that her husband was quick and selfish in bed, claiming that the only reason she was able to get pregnant was because she could bring herself to orgasm. Eventually he chose masturbation over sex. My heart broke for her and my loins flared. This beautiful, caring, lonely woman only wanted to know pleasure and I felt like I should be the one to give it to her. I looked for a window of opportunity over the next few weeks.

One day, when she had put the baby down for a nap, I got bold. She was standing at the kitchen counter making us a cup of tea and I couldn't help but kiss her. She looked so fragile and soft, but competent and independent at the same time. Her big beautiful eyes flared when out lips touched and then her body relaxed, her eyes closed and she leaned into my kiss. It was heaven. We stayed like that for a while, exploring eachother with our mouths. Then the baby started to cry and reality broke us from the trance. I went home but couldn't get her off my mind.

I was back the next day, some excuse or other that didn't really matter. She blushed when she saw me but immediately stepped back from the door to welcome me inside. This quickly became a ritual. The child would go down for a nap, and we would attack eachother with a hunger that never seemed to be satisfied.

One day, I let my hands wander. She leaned into it like a starving animal. Her full breasts heaving against my hands as my lips traveled the outline of her jaw. She leaned back with a sigh as I parted her legs and fondled her undertouched heaven. I slid my fingers beneath her clothes, gently finding the nub nestled in those soft folds. As my lips and teeth devoured her flesh, my fingers found a rhythm as she threw back her head, deep moans escaping her pretty lips. I was harder than I'd ever been in my life, watching her climb from peak to peak as I plunged my fingers into her silky moist depths. When at last she cried out with extacy, her fingers digging fiercely into my back, I quickly removed my fingers as she quivered and came. I couldn't take it any more. I needed to be inside her.

Her grip on me slackened as I quickly removed my pants. She gasped at the sight of my large, hard cock as it sprang from it's prison. A smile spread her lips as I pressed myself inside her. Oh it was heaven. She pressed herself on to me as I pressed myself inside of her, our bodies fitting together like a glove. She wrapped her legs around me as we found a rhythm, our bodies gyrating in unison as we rode the waves of unbridled passion. I carried her from the couch to the floor, still inside her, laying her flat and leaning into her chest for leverage as I plunged my entire length into her sopping pussy. Her nails raked my skin as we both came together, surprise and joy erupting from her like the fluid that sprayed from between her thighs.

We laid there for a while after, on the floor of her living room, while her child slept in the next room. When her husband returned home, we were sitting outside drinking tea, watching her child play and not saying anything about the events earlier in the day.

2 weeks later, they moved. Her husband was relocated. She still sends me messages once in a while. Most of the time its life updates. Friendly things. But every once in a while, she reminds me that I gave her the best orgasms of her life.