Sunday morning, the phone rang. It was Alicia, the lady next door

“Hey, Mike,” she said. “Do you know anything about DVD players?”

“A little bit,” I said. “How come?”

”Mine’s not working,” she said. “I can’t get a repair guy because it’s Sunday. Do you mind looking at it?” “Nope,” I replied. “I’m not doing anything major. Give me a minute and I’ll be over.”

Tom and Alicia were living next door when I moved in a year or so ago. He was in his 40s, kind of a dorky looking guy who seldom talked about anything but his job when I saw him. He was very much a gladhander, very corporate, and kinda cheesy, to be honest. Alicia, on the other hand, was in her mid-30’s, a natural blonde, and fun to talk to. She was a stay-at-home mom to her 6 year old, but before that, as she’d told me in conversation, she’d been a regional planner for a chain store I won’t mention here.

Alicia wasn’t a model type, which is fine by me. She was about 5’2”, had wide hips and a great ass (which I had secretly admired), and small but well-rounded breasts, which I had also secretly admired when she was outside doing things in their yard. I was kind of blah about Tom but I enjoyed talking over the fence with Alicia.

To be honest, I was a bit lonely, and Alicia had sometimes been a fantasy of mine as well. Having her be social was pretty nice.

I’d inherited my house after my stepdad died and left it to me in my will, and after a rather difficult breakup with my last girlfriend, I gave up on Delaware and moved back here, working in a motorcycle shop. It paid the bills, I had a bit of an inheritance, and I was OK being by myself and calm for once. I couldn’t get laid for shit, but otherwise the little suburban town was nice and quiet, and it gave me time to work on the book I’d been writing.

I knocked on the door and Alicia answered. She was wearing a blouse and some shorts, and she looked a bit flushed, kind of pink, which was cute on her. She grinned her charming lopsided grin and said, “How ya doing?”

“Just writing on my day off,” I said. “I appreciate your coming over,” she replied. “You want to take a look at the machine?”

“Sure,” I said. I walked into the house and she led me to the den. I followed her, admiring her bouncy ass and feeling a bit guilty about it – but still admiring it anyway.

“This damn thing is not working,” she announced, pointing at the JVC that sat on top of the TV. “I can’t get the playback to work.” She flipped on the TV, and the screen was blue. “Is there a DVD in there?” I said.

“I’m not…sure,” she said with an odd hesitation. She still seemed kind of pink, as if she was blushing. I figured, she’s too embarrassed to admit she messed it up, and passed it off. Anyway, it was kinda cute.

I hit the eject button on the remote. Nothing doing. I hit the eject button on the unit itself, nothing doing. All I heard was a “rrrrrrrRRRRrrr” sound, and that was that.

I poked around at the door of the DVD player, which would not open, and spotted a little hole to the side of the DVD player. “You have a paperclip?” I said. “Sure,” Alicia said. She disappeared into another room and came back with one, which I untwisted, and poked the end of it into the hole next to the DVD door. There was another “RRrrrr” and then a “click,” and another “Rrrrr,” the door opened, and it disgorged a DVD, which was not centered when it was put in and had somehow gotten stuck. I flipped the DVD out without looking at it, centered it in the player, punched the button, and it slid back in.

“OK,” I told her, “I think you’re good to go. Try it out and see.”

She pressed play. On screen appeared a close-up of a woman’s hand on a very hard penis. The woman’s hand moved smoothly and firmly over the man’s cock, going from top to bottom and stroking it thoroughly. The camera pulled back to reveal a very attractive couple, both obviously enjoying what they were doing.

”Oh, my God,” Alicia said. “Oh, shit.” I was just about as embarrassed, because I knew I’d been staring. I turned toward her, and I have to admit I’ve never quite seen someone blush that hard. I was dead sure I was blushing myself.

We both started to apologize at the same time. “I, um, I…” she said.
“Oh, I um…I shouldn’t have stared,” I said. “No,” she said, “I shouldn’t have just turned it on without…” She couldn’t finish because she started laughing, and seeing her crack up over the whole thing made me laugh as well.

“Well,” she said when she caught her breath, “now you know I’m a pervert who looks at porn. Oh, God.” She reddened again.

“Look,” I said. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. I have no room to talk, and to be honest I have stuff like that in my collection, too. So it’s not weird.”

“Yeah, but you’re a guy,” she said. “Women aren’t supposed to look at this stuff, are they?” She almost – was I kidding myself? – sounded a little teasing. “I’m embarrassed.”

”All it means,” I said, “is that you are a normal, healthy woman. Lots of women watch porn these days. They direct it, everything.”

“I know,” she said. Then she looked at me slyly and her voice lowered a bit. “I have lots of it, and I watch it all…the…time.”

I was a bit nonplussed at this admission. I only knew Alicia as my (admittedly cute) next door neighbor. Sure, we had conversed in the past, and I had gone to a couple of boring neighborhood meetings with her and her husband Tom, but…

“Well, I won’t tell anybody you watch it,” I said, trying to keep it light. “And I tell you honestly, I never expected to be discussing porn with you.”

“Why not?” she said, looking at me rather directly.

”I didn’t figure you were…”

“You thought I was a soccer mom,” she said, a bit archly. “You didn’t guess that the lady that drives the SUV had it in her?”

This conversation was weird, I thought, but I kind of liked it. “Well, “ I said, “You’re attractive, and um, I figured you and Tom did, you know, have sex, and, stuff like that.” Great, I thought, what an idiotic thing to say.

She looked at me a bit speculatively. “You’d be surprised,” she said. I let that go, and said, “Well, I’m gonna head back home…”

She interrupted me. “Wait, you did fix it. I owe you a coke or something?”

“Sure,” I said. “Good,” she replied, and disappeared into the back of the house, where she emerged with two diet cokes.

We stood there in the den with the diet cokes in hand, and I couldn’t figure out what to say except “Thanks for the coke.” She replied, “Thanks for fixing the DVD.”
“It wasn’t really broken,” I said. “It’s just the DVD was off-center.”

“I want to check it,” she said suddenly. “You can never be sure.” With that, she turned on the DVD again, and the brunette girl popped right back up, stroking the man on the bed with strong, sure hands.

My mouth fell open. She blushed again, and said, “Sit down, sit.” I was stuck for words. “You want to watch it, don’t you?” she said. “Well, yeah, but…” I said. “No but’s,” she replied. “We have to make sure it works, don’t we?”

“I guess so,” I said as I sat on the couch. “Be a shame to have it break down.”
“Especially now,” she replied, pointing at the screen. I looked. The brunette’s ministrations had worked, and the guy onscreen launched a thick shot of cum that flew into the air. More dripped over the brunette’s hand as she continued to work him. It occurred to me that Alicia was pretty familiar with this DVD.

I sat on the couch, and Alicia sat not far from me. Not far as in pretty damn close. I still refused to believe this was happening. I was on the couch with pretty blonde soccer mom Alicia, watching a porn film. This wasn’t happening. Was it?

“I like this next one,” she said. “The guy in this segment is really cute, and so is the woman.” She reached across the coffee table and handed me the DVD case, which read, “Handjob Special No. 12: Slippery Squirts.”

I had absolutely no idea what to say or do, so I sat there and watched. She was right, the couple were cute, and the woman onscreen definitely knew her way around a cock. I felt myself getting turned on, but I was also terribly nervous. Was this really happening?

Alicia would glance over at me from time to time as if to check my reaction. “Just relax,” she said. “It’s no big deal, we’re just watching porn. It’s something normal people do, remember?”

I leaned back into the couch and threw my fate to the winds, and started watching the movie. It was very, very good, and Alicia was very, very close, and very warm, and she smelled good. And I was getting hard. While she watched the screen, I adjusted my cock in my pants, trying to hide it, and leaned forward, hoping to make it less obvious.

She kept glancing back at me and then glancing at the screen, grinning. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I was crazy enough to keep watching. I also sneaked glances at Alicia. She had green eyes, a spray of freckles on her cheeks, a bit of a pug nose and a generous mouth. I started noticing exactly how low that blouse Alicia was wearing was cut, and I started liking the view.

For Alicia’s part, she got very quiet while watching, and I noticed her breathing at a faster rate. Gradually, I could see the outline of erect nipples through her bra. She watched the screen avidly, especially during the closer, when two women finished off Peter North with a four-handed handjob and the expected volcano of goo. We had watched the whole DVD. My cock was so hard it hurt.

I stood up, with my hands in my pockets. “Where you going?” she said, still sitting. “I’m going to take a shower,” I said. “A cold one.”

”Well now,” she said, “did I have anything to do with that?” I looked down and saw that my efforts to hide my hard-on were completely in vain. “I feel a little responsible for getting you that way,” she said.

“I, um…well, you’re not obligated…” I stuttered.

She reached up and stroked the bulge in my pants. “No, I’m not obligated,” she said in a slightly breathless voice, “but I want to help you out.” She kept stroking my cock through my pants, and I thought I was going to rip out the zipper. “I can’t let you go out the door like that. It’s got to hurt. Sit back down.”

I sat, and she continued to stroke me through my pants, then feeling the width with her fingers. “You see,” she said, “Tom’s in Reno at a convention, and he’s not coming back for three days, and Tiff is over at Grandma’s till the weekend.” She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My cock popped out, and I inadvertently breathed a sigh of relief. She grinned. “So doesn’t that does feel better now?” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock and beginning to slowly rub her palm up and down the underside. “Now if you’re open-minded enough, you’d allow me to help you out here with your problem. Because I’d love to.”

My conscience cut in. “But are you sure…”

“Mike,” she said, “Tom doesn’t get into this sort of thing.” Her voice got a little sarcastic. “He likes it in the dark with the lights off, so he can imagine I’m one of the Playboy models he jacks off to in the middle of the night when he thinks I don’t know.” Her fingers kept up their argument for adultery, and they were winning. “I’ve seen you looking at my ass when I was mowing the lawn and when I was up there on the ladder closing the hurricane shutters.”

“You’re right,” I managed to say.

“And one day when I was up on the ladder,” she said, carefully continuing her slow, agonizing, wonderful stroking, “I looked in your window. The window to the middle room on the second floor. You know the mirror in that middle room?”

“Uh huh,” I gasped.

“If you leave the bathroom door open, somebody who was looking in the room through that window – if they look at that mirror – they can see who’s in the bathroom and what they’re doing,” she said, running her fingernail across the tip of my penis, and then running her finger down the underside and back up, very slowly.

“Oh hell,” I said.

“And I saw you playing with this,” she said. “I saw you stroking it with your eyes closed, and I heard you say ‘Suck it, Alicia,’ and I saw you shoot your big load into the sink, and I got down off the ladder, and I went inside and locked myself in my bathroom, and I finger-fucked myself real hard.”

I couldn’t say anything. It was all true.

“That made me feel really good,” she continued. “And I kept doing that, every time I slid my fingers in my pussy, I would think about you coming all over your hand and saying my name. It made me feel so good.”

Her hands were back to a slow stroking motion.

“Let me make you feel good too,” she said.

I was in no position to argue and had no urge to. “Yes,” I managed to say. “Please.”

She got up and pulled me to my feet, undoing my pants and letting them drop to the floor. I kicked out of my socks and shoes as she unbuttoned my shirt, and I stood there naked. Alicia opened her blouse, and I could see the bra underneath. She shrugged off her shirt, reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Her small, full breasts popped out as she pulled the bra away, with nipples big, brown and hard. Then she put her hand on my chest and pushed me back down on the couch.

As I sat back on the couch, she peeled out of her skirt, let it fall to the floor and kicked it away. She was wearing nothing but panties, and then she turned around and slipped them off, making sure I could see her ass, the same ass I had admired in skirts and shorts and pants, naked in front of me. “There you go,” she said. “Get a good look, you want to.”

“Yes I do,” I said, “and it looks even better than I imagined it.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said as she got down on her knees on the floor , next to the coffee table, and began working my penis again with her soft hands. She kept looking me in the eyes, deliberately, lasciviously, as her hands rubbed the length of my cock “You do really need a little help with this,” Alicia said. “This is just enormous.”

Leaning back in the couch, I pushed my hips out over the edge and she started stroking my erection up and down, soft and slow. With her other hand, she reached to the coffee table and came back with a tube of hand cream. She stopped stroking only long enough to squirt it on her hand and on my cock, and then resumed the slow softness of her milking. She would speed up and slow down, sometimes wrapping her full hand around my cock and sometimes stroking me with just her thumb and forefinger ringed around my cock. It was dizzyingly good. The sensations were incredible. I looked at her and saw that to say she was enjoying herself was an understatement.

“Does that feel good?” she teased. “You like that?”

“Oh yes,” I said. “Oh yeah. This is so incredible, it’s like a fantasy come true.”

“Yes,” she said. “Me too. You know what I like to imagine?”

“Tell me,” I managed to gasp, even though I knew that the combination of her stroking, her looks, and her voice might finish me off.

“I like to imagine that I’m a porn star sometimes,” she said as her hand flowed over my cock, hitting every nerve in it. “I like to imagine that I’m being filmed jerking off a guy’s cock, squeezing his cum out. And I imagine that the video is going to be seen by lots of guys, guys who will pull their cocks out and jerk off to me, all that cum. Me making them feel good. And them making me feel good. I could be in a movie just jerking off cock after cock, letting it spatter all over me, because I love how it feels and how it looks when a guy comes…”

She had my testicles cupped in one hand, gently rubbing them. With her other hand, she started pumping me faster, her hand sliding up and down me and sending sparks of sensation from my cock up and down my spine. My hips bucked against her hand as she sped up.

“Let me have your cum,” she said. “I want it, I want you to shoot all over me, I want to make you cum and make you feel good.” Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide. I gasped, and I reached the point of no return. She leaned in toward me and pulled, and I came in bursts. The first spurt went to her cheek, the next to her chest, and then I felt like a stream of cum was running out of me, running down her hand as she continued to milk it out of me.

“Yes, shoot it for me, make you feel good, yes,” she purred, smiling. “Look at all that cum.”

It was the best hand job I ever had by far, and the fact that this beautiful, married woman had done it to me, a married woman I had lusted after, turned me on even more. She was elated, her face was flushed. I looked at her, with her hand on my cock, and her hand and her tits shining with my cum, and I wished I had another cock to do it again.

Then it hit me. “Wait,” I said. “I didn’t do anything for you.”

She laughed. “Yes, you did. You fulfilled my fantasy.”

“I would be happy to return the favor,” I said.

“Not yet,” she said. “Now you wait here.” She padded off into the back of the house, looking over her shoulder and wiggling her ass at me as she left. She returned a minute later with two towels, tossing one at me and using the other to wipe herself off. She was still smiling from ear to ear.

I straightened myself up and put on my clothes, and felt kind of awkward suddenly. She had slipped on a T-shirt and some shorts, and I noticed her legs again, strong and well formed. “Wow,” I said. “Listen, that was so good, and I feel weird about leaving you hanging. I mean, that was the best handjob I ever had. Period.”

She actually blushed. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “Like I said, it was a fulfilled fantasy for me. But you never know what other fantasies a girl has.”

I looked at her in total surprise. “You just never know,” she added mysteriously. “Now, I have to take a shower and run to the drugstore, and I’m sure you need to finish what you were doing, so…”

I nodded. “Thanks so much,” I said as I stood. “Thank you,” she said, and kissed me on the cheek as I went out the door.

I went home and sat on my couch, disbelieving what had happened, and still feeling the tingling in my cock. Damn, I thought.

I kept going over the experience in my mind till I put it out of my mind with an effort. It was a one-off thing, I told myself. It’ll never happen again. Holy shit. Well, this’ll be a good masturbation memory, anyway, I told myself.

The next day I went to work as usual, and managed to put the event out of my mind and concentrate on the customers and the shop work. I headed back home and showered the grunge off. I considered jerking off, but decided not to. I got out of the shower, and the phone rang.

It was Alicia.

“This damn thing,” she said, “is broken, again. Can you come fix it?” I think I got an erection right then. “I’ll be right over,” I said.

Alicia met me at the door wearing a robe. As I closed the door behind me, I heard a sound like cloth hitting the floor, and when I turned around I saw Alicia in a mesh catsuit. Whatever images I had of her as a soccer mom were blown away for good.

“This way,” she said. I followed her fantastic ass down the hall to the den. “I think you just need to poke around it a little,” she said. I looked down at the coffee table and saw the DVD cover. It said, “ALL ANAL ACTION” in big letters.

I looked up and she was grinning at me, that cute smile that she had. I grinned back. “Let me get to work,” I said, and turned to the DVD player. I felt her come up behind me and stroke my neck with her fingertips.

It’s good to be mechanically inclined, it really is.

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