Meeting A Neighbor In Unexpected Ways – Part IV

It started because of the cancelled flight. None of it was planned. I had been overseas on an extended business trip, and the return flight was bumped due to ‘technical problems’. I’d rather be bumped for twenty-four hours than fall out of the sky, but it was still irritating. I was tired, I was grumpy and I had been looking forward to getting home – not that, other than my own place, there was much to look forward to. At thirty-five, I was mostly single, living alone in a nice house I’d bought after a particularly successful second year running my own business. Respectable area, mostly families, pool, etc. We were put up in an airport hotel, and after unpacking the immediate necessities and having something to eat at the bar, I retired to my room with a couple more beers and my laptop. Honestly, I had good intentions of finishing my expenses and doing some work, but after ten days of work, I couldn’t face it.As I started another beer, I decided to click on one of those video chat sites – the ones that let you ‘chat with a stranger’ and ‘be whoever you want to be’. I’d been tempted before and never had. But I did this time. Wearing a t-shirt and pants, I hooked up the laptop so I was visible from my chin down. I soon got the hang of it, and there was a lot of clicking on and on. I think I saw more male genitalia in the first twenty minutes than in the entirety of my life to date. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind men who like dick, but the only dick I am interested in is my own!And then it happened. On the screen appeared this absolute beauty. I could see her thigh, arm, and neck, the rest was either covered by a purple sheet or off-camera. She looked amazing, with alabaster pale skin, curved in the right places, and here with the same thing in mind. From what I was seeing, I estimated that she could have been anything from sixteen to twenty-five – and I admit it, I didn’t ask.I said hello and introduced myself, she did the same. Her name was Rebecca and she told me she was from the same state as  I was. We chatted a little and it was when I commented on the purple sheet and asked what was under it. Her simple reply was: “Do you want to see?”I was schoolboy keen in my reply, telling her yes. And man what a figure – she had beautiful full breasts, slightly uneven in shape & development, full hard nipples, and a trimmed dark bush. Her stomach wasn’t flat and it was enticing. She started Bolu Escort by playing with her fantastic boobs, pulling the nipples, clearly turned on. Moaning as she was pulling them and playing with them. I started telling her what I would do to her if I was there – sucking her nipples, kissing her neck, putting her legs over my shoulders, sucking her clit, finger fucking her, etc. It was pretty descriptive, really erotic and Rebecca was loving it. Although she wasn’t speaking, I could hear the squelch of her wet pussy, and her moans as she got closer and closer to orgasm. She was close, writhing around and needing to cum. She stopped and shifted position, moving so that she was facing the camera with a pillow bunched under her between her legs. As she started to ride the pillow she typed, “May I see you please, Sir?”I adjusted the camera, lowering it, so she could see my rock-hard, cut eight-inch penis. The veins were showing it was so hard. As I stroked the length of my dick with one hand, I cradled my heavy balls in the other. Rebecca rode her pillow, leaning in with her tongue out. I could hear her moaning and panting. Breathing harder and faster.I told her to imagine she was riding my dick, her boobs between my lips and my hands on her ass cheeks, fingers exploring, the occasional slap to her ass cheeks. She started moaning harder and faster, swearing some in a husky lust-filled voice. “Fuck yes, I’m gonna cum. Oh, Daddy make me cum!”I could see her press into the pillow, cumming hard. It was one of the most beautiful and erotic things I have ever seen.Still visibly shaking from her orgasm, she leaned forward, her arms cupping her wonderful breasts, pushing them together for me “Thank you, Sir, now I want your cum. Cum on my tits and mouth.”I stopped typing and concentrated on my hard dick.  Looking at her, it didn’t take long for me to cum. Always a quiet cummer, I was breathing harder as I watched Rebecca still grinding into her pillow, encouraging me. With a gasp I came hard, shooting rope after rope of cum towards the camera. Rebecca jumped, grinding down into the pillow simply telling me “I’m cumming again” as she rode that lucky pillow.We both stayed where we were, recovering as our breathing settled. My dick, sticky with cum, and her pillow soaked through. My eyes feasted on this beautiful young lady in her post-coital confident pose.We chatted a little, Bolu Escort Bayan and I asked if there were ways to ‘chat’ again – we agreed on swapping Skype IDs and then she asked where I was from. I repeated the state, and she delved further, asking where about, etc. She named a medium-sized town but didn’t seem too familiar with it. I told her the truth about where I was living. She went pretty silent, before telling me she knew it. I didn’t probe further, but she said she had to sleep some and thanked me. She said to check my Skype when I landed etc. We both hung up and went to sleep satiated.————————————————For various reasons, I didn’t get to check my Skype until I got home and unpacked. I felt nervous logging in, part of me wondering if I had dreamt the whole thing. But there it was, a message from Rebecca asking how my flight was and how jetlagged I was. She had also attached two photos of herself – one was a body shot and the other was a simple photo of her pubic mound. I could see how wet she was as her puffy labia were protruding and her clit had escaped its hood. My cock swelled as I looked – fuck. this girl had me enticed!The message following was simple. “Can I feel that cum land on me for real, sometime soon, please?”I was nervous but also entranced. Taking a photo of my now hard dick, I sent it back with a simple “Friday?”Almost immediately, I got a response. “You’re back, I was starting to worry you’d ghosted me. I’ve never done this before, but I want to. I can make Friday work. How about the Motel on I-90,” This girl wasn’t messing about.I had never met anyone like this before, but I desperately wanted to. My reply was clear. “Do you want me to collect you, or meet you there?”Rebecca replied, “I’ll see you in the coffee shop at noon. I’ll have my hair in braids and be wearing a blue check dress.”She had thought this through, we were all in and I was excited. Friday was only the day after tomorrow, but I couldn’t wait. My only reply was to add. “Leave your panties at home.” Before signing off with a kiss.I busied myself with post-trip laundry, paperwork, sleep, etc. I also jerked to her two photos and the third one she sent Thursday night of her with her ass to the camera. The message she sent was, “Save some of that cum for me, don’t waste it.” I couldn’t help it. Last jerk to her, and I stopped.Surprisingly, Escort Bolu I slept well Thursday night, waking up rested. I was nervous and excited, telling myself to calm down. Work took up some of the morning, before I took another shower and drove the short distance just before noon. Adjusting myself and taking a deep breath, I walked into the coffee shop, looking around. At the other end of the coffee shop, by the window looking out onto the motel, was the only coffee shop occupant. She had jet-black hair in braids, and she was wearing a blue check dress. As I walked over slowly, I could see her head was down looking at her phone. Standing behind her, not too close, I could see her looking at her Skype account on her phone. I cleared my throat, saying, “Were you expecting me to cancel?”She put the phone down and slowly turned around. As I looked at her, we were both smiling. They were smiles that quickly changed to embarrassed questioning. Rebecca was my seventeen-year-old neighbor, who I knew as Becky, and whose mother I had dated a few times the summer before last. Fuck!Looking her up and down, I recovered quicker than she did. “Fuck, Becky, is this what I think it is?”Her beautiful face went a deep shade of crimson, from her chest to her forehead, my eyes unable to stop themselves from looking her up and down. She nodded as she stood up. “I had no idea it was you, Sir.”Standing there, looking at this exquisite teen, whose body I longed for, and who I could still picture naked and writhing, made my cock twitch in my pants.  I took her hand and sat down, pulling her with me.She looked at me. “You have to understand, that was my first time on that site. And this is the first time I’ve ever arranged to meet someone. There was such a connection. And, oh God, those photos. Please don’t tell Mom, she’ll kill me. And you dated her. Oh fuck.” As she went on.I took her hand, squeezed it, looked around quickly to see if we were being watched, and kissed her on the lips to stop her babbling. It worked, as she stopped talking and pressed into me shocked, kissing me back. Pulling away, we looked at each other and then around to see who was watching. My fingers were stroking her thighs, as I said, “It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone. Especially as I would be in the same, or more, trouble.” I could feel her goosebumps raising on her legs as my fingers stroked her firm skin. Squirming lightly in her seat, I asked, “What excuse did you give to skip school?”Giggling, she said, “Mom just went away to see Grandma until Sunday, so I’m staying with Jenny. She’s covering me. The school thinks I am sick.”Taking her hand, I squeezed. “What are we doing, Becky?”