Nooner

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Nooner
fiction by Carol Tightly
Posted: May 19, 2008

Well, I guess today I got everything I sort of asked for and then some. It was a bit after noontime. I had popped back to the house to pick up some papers I wanted for a real estate transaction I was working on. One more big sale and I’d make my numbers for this month.

As I pulled my convertible into the driveway, I spotted my neighbor Rob out in front of his house watering his flower garden, hose in one hand and a tall glass of iced tea in the other. Rob worked from a home office, and it seemed like he was always there. He and his wife had moved in a year or so back. Since I was in and out at all hours of the day, I tended to see him a lot. He waved over at me, and I returned the wave, calling hello across the lawn. I hated to admit it, especially since he was married, but I had a serious case of the hots for Rob.

This was a city neighborhood, and as such all the houses were fairly close. My bedroom looked right across to way to Rob and his wife’s. My mind drifted back to a night not long after they’d moved in. I’d gone up to my room, not bothering to turn the light on. As I passed by the window, I happened to glance across the way and spotted the two. They’d neglected to close their curtains, and I sort of caught them in the act of… well, you know. They had white candles lit all around the room. She was clad in a pair of white stockings and a garter belt, -- very sexy. But the part that really surprised me was that he was just finishing up tying her ankle to one corner of their big four poster bed.

Yep, Rob’s wife was tied on her back, spread eagle, taut to all four corners. Her flaming strawberry pubic patch was shining up between her splayed legs. I knew I should turn away, but I could not help myself as I became mesmerized by the scene. As she pulled and tugged at the ropes, he was atop her, groping and squeezing her breasts and running his hands all over her. Every so often he bent down and gave her was looked to be some fairly rough kisses to the mouth and neck. This went on for a number of minutes, and I’ll admit I was getting wet between the legs watching.

He climbed off the bed for a moment, and when he came back into view, he was naked from the waist down. He was also sporting one of the stiffest erections I’d ever seen. His cock was a monster. From where I stood, it looked to be every bit of eleven inches long and thick like a salami. She was making a big show of struggling in the ropes as he crawled back up and between her legs. Her back arched as he swooped down and drilled his massive member into her like a pile driver.

For the next twenty minutes he screwed his helpless wife with the reckless abandon of a wild animal. Knowing the signs from my own orgasms, I am pretty sure she climaxed at least twice before his ass cheeks tightened and he made that final drill like plunge as he unloaded both balls worth of cum into her. I was so flustered by then, I had to retreat to my bed and give myself some relief with a vibrator before I could think straight again. Since that night I’d held some distinct fantasies about Rob.

Anyway, he set down his garden hose and wandered over, starting up a minor conversation about the weather. The man just oozed an almost animalistic sexual tone about him all the time, and I was soon leaning against my car door daydreaming a bit. I’m not even sure what we’d chatted about for the several minutes before I invited him in for a fresh glass of iced tea while I gathered my paperwork.

He was leaning by the kitchen table when I came down from the home office. Leaning on the counter, he handed me a glass of tea that he’d made while refreshing his own. I sidled up next to him and sipped. Whether it was the air conditioning or Rob I don’t know, but my nipples were hard as stones and poking embarrassingly into my lightweight summer top. He continued chatting with me about something or other in the gardens. I pretended to listen, all the time my mind screaming silently out at him “For the love of Pete, slap me down on the table and fuck me senseless you burning hunk of stud!”

Apparently my thoughts were guiding my actions as, without realizing it, I had more or less pressed myself right up against him. There was that awkward moment when we both suddenly realized it and things went sort of silent. His eyes met mine and I probably gawked back. Somehow the tea glasses made it to the countertop. His hand ran swiftly up my back and he took hold of my hair. Pulling my head slightly back he planted his lips on mine and kissed me, hard. His tongue probed out and past my lips. I let it right on through and met it with mine. His other arm reached around and crushed my torso against him. Two shakes later I was melted into his arms and was being leaned back onto the kitchen table. I guess that scene I’d first saw with him and the wife was playing in my memory banks. Anyway, I breathed out something hotly like “Take me, take me just like her!” There was a half second of confused look about him, then the glint of recognition in his eye. There was a length of rope on the counter, I think from a laundry bag or something. He snatched it up, and before I could exhale he’d tied my wrists together, pushing them over my head and me onto my back on the table where he secured the end of the rope to one table leg. My heart was pounding wildly.

He reached up then under my skirt and slipped my panties right off me. You think I resisted? Not! The panties were already damp with my arousal. He wadded them and pressed them into my mouth and, taking a bandana from his pocket, used it to form a gag. I was dazed and way behind his lightening speed. He jerked my flimsy blouse upwards and took my breasts in his two hands, kneading them like bread dough. I heard a moaning sound and realized it was me warbling through the gag. His hands moved back down and found the skirt clasp, which was deftly snapped loose. He pulled the skirt out from underneath me letting it land on the floor. It was then I had the sudden realization that I’d just let a guy tie me to a table and he was now standing over me with a hungry look in his eyes. How stupid, I thought. He could just as easily kill me.

Headline: “Real Estate Agent found dead on kitchen table, high heels still on. Film at eleven!”

My first reaction was to flail, but he had a firm grasp on each of my ankles. He let loose of them only long enough to unbuckle his belt and yank his jeans down. My split second to do anything flashed by, and he again had hold of my ankles. He pulled me until my bottom was near the edge of the table, then Ron lifted my ankles up over his shoulders. Moving his grasp to my hips he pulled me forward again until my dripping wet vagina was at the tip of his penis, which hung over the table. Rather than push himself in, he continued sliding me, right over his mammoth meat until I was fully impaled.

With his hands on my hips pressing me firmly on the table, Ron began a fast but rhythmic thrusting. It was about then that I had a couple revelations, the first being that “foreplay” had just consisted of being tossed onto a table and tied up. The second was that Ron had just joined us without benefit of a condom. Great, I thought, unprotected sex with a guy who I knew only as a neighbor. I’d just have to trust he was not carrying anything nasty, since he was married. Of course, as randy as I was and as easily as he’d gotten me, I would be bloody damn lucky if I wasn’t fertile as all shit.

The next moments were a complete blur as my mind raced back and forth between Ron doing me and the vivid vision of his wife tied spread eagle on the bed. He was humping hard and fast, and the table rocked with him. Reaching down he grabbed each of my nipples and gave them a wicked squeeze. My eyes went wide and I yelped into the gag like a puppy with its tail stepped on. That’s when his Godzilla roared and he began to gush his hot semen into me. His cock twitched like a snake as he did, sending me crashing over the edge into a spastic convulsion. We orgasmed together in a blinding clash of thunder, moaning and flying cum.

When he caught his breath, Ron withdrew from me and zipped himself back into his jeans. As I lay, still stunned, he wandered about and found two more length of rope. With my bottom still at table’s edge, he took each of my dangling legs and tied each of my ankles to a table leg, spread and helpless. He wandered off again, returning moments later with my razor from the shower. He shook the can of shave gel and then squirted a wad on my pubic patch. The cold chill of the lather caused me to squeal into the gag. He spread it around and then went to work de-furring me. I could feel the tug of the blade against my soft skin. When he was happy with his work, he used the kitchen towel to swab off excess shave gel. I was beset by a cool draft as he wandered to my purse and began to rummage around. Great, now he’s going to rob me, I thought.

But he didn’t. Instead he pulled out my makeup compact and flipped it open between my legs. He was showing me his handy work. As I caught the reflection, I realized that old Ron had shaved my patch into the shape of an arrow, pointing directly to my still hot and slippery vagina. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Grinning, he reached into my purse again and came out with my cell phone. He spent a few moments almost biting his lip and he punched away at the phone’s buttons with a furrowed brow. Finally he pushed what looked like the send button and smiled to himself. Turning towards me he flipped it open and showed it to me. Ron had sent a text message to my boyfriend. I was surprised that he’d remembered the guy’s name. I was more surprised at the message.

“I’m so frigging hot for you I can’t stand it. Meet me at my place… quickly. I’ll leave the kitchen door unlocked!”

Ron finally spoke. “Well, he should be here soon enough. You can tell him the embarrassing truth that you let the neighbor tied you to the table and have his way with you. Or, you can make something up like your sister helped tie you up just for him. It’s up to you, sweetie. My guess is you have plenty of time to conjure up something. I’m sure he’ll be a typical male and screws you six ways from Saturday before ever thinking of taking the gag out of you mouth.” With that, he picked up his ice tea glass and wandered out the door.

Actually, it was more like eight ways from Saturday. The first thing he spotted upon arrival almost an hour later was the pubic arrow pointing directly to the mother land. It was well past the dinner hour before I got freed from the table. I was reamed clean and all but bow-legged from the experience. Not to mention filled to the brim with semen. Of course that was the night I also spotted Ron and the wife once again. No bondage this time. A very pregnant looking wife was on all fours on the bed. He knelt behind her giving it to her from behind like she was a bitch in heat. As I stood there watching them I could not help but wonder if that would soon be my fate. I started to turn back towards my own bed. As I did, I could swear I saw Ron wink at me through the open window.

THE END

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