Real Life Event

[Randomcoach]

There are stories in this thread that remind me of a time pre-lockdown. I worked as a pilot for a major airline. I was single and lived in a small house on an estate at a convenient distance from the main airport where I was based. I did mostly long haul, so my body-clock was all over the place, and whilst at home, I found myself waking at all hours. I tended to get up, make a tea, watch some TV. One morning I was awake at around 4am. It was still dark and I’d made tea and walked into my living room. There wasn’t much of a view, or so I thought. From an angle I looked out to my neighbour’s kitchen. I hardly knew the young couple next door. I’d occasionally seen them in the house. They had a couple of small kids. They seemed OK from what I saw.

That morning, I looked out and saw the young woman was up and about in the kitchen. There was no light on, but a light from the hall or somewhere else, allowed me to see her well enough. From memory she was a mid-length brunette. I found the just-woken hairstyle strangely alluring, along with the pyjamas. She was at the sink, turning on a tap, and then I saw her take a sip of water and that was the point she saw me. I was self-conscious that I had been caught staring, but she didn’t move away. I turned to look elsewhere as though there was anything more interesting. When I looked back, she was still looking at me, and this time when I stared back, I smiled and she turned away. I thought that would be it. But a minute later, she was back at the window. She checked I was still there, then she slowly undid the buttons one by one down the front of her pyjama top. Once the bottom button was undone, she lingeringly watched me, before throwing open her top to reveal ample breasts. It was a quick flash. Over as soon as it had happened. She turned her back and walked back towards the light of the hall.

Most of the day, I couldn’t get that image out of my mind. I deliberately avoided seeing her again during the day, figuring one or both would be too embarrassed to say anything to each other.

The next morning, I was up early again, but this time was due to an early flight. I dressed in the airline uniform of dark jacket, matching trousers, white shirt and black tie. A peaked cap topped off the uniform, but I didn’t wear it in the house. I waited in the living room for the taxi I had ordered. Once again, my neighbour appeared. I turned to watch, aware that I looked a lot different from the morning before. She didn’t waste any time. She looked down her top, and then slowly began to open the buttons from top to bottom and this time removed the whole top. With one hand she caressed a breast as though smoothly rubbing oil on it. The other hand slipped down her waist band and stayed there. I was fixated and feeling very horny. Then I heard my phone. The call being the taxi that had pulled up outside without me noticing. I turned, grabbed my hat and bag, feeling flustered. Before I left the room, I took one last glance, but she was gone.

I was generally away for six days at a time. When I next got back, I was twelve hours late having been held up by a French baggage handlers strike. I was tired but tense when the taxi dropped me off in the early hours. I knew I wouldn’t sleep straight away. I made tea and went in the living room with the light on. I had almost forgotten about my neighbours’ antics. She appeared again. This time I thought sod it. In for a penny. I didn’t shy away from looking at her, but I did put on my peaked cap. I was going to give her the Full Monty without the Velcro, so probably less smooth. I unbuttoned my jacket and let it slide off my shoulders to the floor. When my tie was undone, I did the waving my arms bit, back and forth as though drying my neck. I seductively undid each shirt button, turned my back to her and then let the shirt slide off my shoulders. When I turned, I was glad to see she was still there, still watching, one hand down the waistband of her pyjama’s. I carried on and as expected, the trousers were not so smoothly removed, once the belt had been undone. I was almost laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Once in just my white boxers I again turned my back on her, lowered them to the floor, kicked them away, put my hat over my cock which I was pleased to note had a decent semi on. She was still watching when I turned and raised my hat into the air and gave her a good view of my naked self. I blew her a kiss, then turned off the light.

I had four free days before my next flight and a couple of mornings later my neighbour met me as I returned back to the house. “Hello” she said “My name is Yvonne. I am aware we haven’t yet spoken.”

I agreed with her. We’d been neighbours for some time but never had a moment like this. It seemed awkward, both of us with things unsaid that were perhaps best staying that way.

“Look” she said. “I don’t have much time; I need to collect the kids and all. But I do have a strange request.”

Given the last time I’d seen her, she was touching herself and I was naked, I wasn’t sure what was coming next, but I hadn’t expected her to ask for the use of my uniform.

“Fancy dress?” I quite reasonably asked.

“Well, not quite. It’s for my husband. A bit of…role play, sort of…you know? I thought it might spice things up a little, a uniform is a bit of a turn on and it would be good to see John being a little more…adventurous. He agreed to give it a try, if I could….you know?

“So, you could imagine he was a pilot?” I asked.

“Sort of”

“Well, what would you imagine he was in a pilot’s uniform?”

“You” she said.

 

[Randomcoach]

“Did it work?” I asked. Yvonne had rung the doorbell and was standing outside my door with the uniform.
“To a point” She admitted.
I could see she had more on her mind.
“Look, if you want to talk about it, come in and have a cup of tea”
“I don’t have much time”
“It’s best not to tell me on the doorstep, don’t you think?”
Yvonne, looked around as though every nosey neighbour had their eye on us. “OK” she agreed.
It turned out that John had a bit of a “problem”. He could get aroused by porn or by an alluring sexy Yvonne strutting her stuff in front of him, but when it came to physical contact, it didn’t take long before he was limp. “It’s causing a lot of tension” she admitted.
With the uniform on, Yvonne had been turned on by his new found esteem in his unfamiliar authorative role, but as soon as it was removed again, he was plain old John with the limp cock.
“He’s a voyeur. I know, I share a bit of that trait as you well know. But I need more satisfaction than I’m getting.”
“So, see someone; a therapist I mean” I suggested as though it was that easy. “Or try Viagra”
“We’ve talked about another option. What do you think the range of a baby alarm is?”
Like I would know.
“We thought, if we came round here, maybe, you and I could give him a live show, so to speak, get him nice and ready and then I could give him what we both need”
And then she left, telling me to think about it and not to worry. John was in on it and would like to try; “anything”.
It was a week later before I had a free evening to invite them both round. I was still unsure about going through with this, but the thought of seeing Yvonne’s body from close up and maybe more, had me intrigued.
They rang the doorbell at the appointed hour. Yvonne tested the baby alarms and all seemed well. I opened one of the bottles of wine they’d brought round. I didn’t drink. As a pilot I cannot afford to. John had not met me before. He seemed nervous and the first glass of wine disappeared before I could show them into the living room. I gave him the remaining bottle.

John sat in my armchair opposite the sofa where I sat and Yvonne joined me. We chatted about mundane things to break the ice. Yvonne feigned a laugh or two and her hand rested on my knee. I continued to chat as though I hadn’t noticed and she moved her hand further up my thigh and stroked it. She necked the last of her wine and turned to me, her lips now moist. I moved her hair from her face and hooked one side over her ear. She smiled, I kissed her gently and she returned the move more passionately. I was aware of John watching from the corner of the room, but he didn’t move and I think the fact he was watching was turning Yvonne on. The hand on my thigh then moved up to stroke the bulge at the top of my legs and I used my free hand to caress her neck and then start to undo the buttons on her blouse. She helped me to remove it by standing and then whilst she was there, she undid her skirt too and let it fall to the floor. I stood to continue kissing her and moved my hands to the clasp of her bra. It slid slowly down her shoulders and then to the floor. She undid my belt and then my flies and soon we both stood kissing in just boxers and scanty knickers.

I looked over at John in his brown cords and collared shirt, he was rubbing himself and breathing heavily. He poured himself more wine. My hands were now inside Yvonne’s panties, clutching her buttocks pushing her against my cock. An occasional moan let me know that I was pressing all the right buttons. Then she slid her hands down my hips, inside my boxers and slowly lowered them, following them down by kneeling in front if me. Once on the floor I stepped out of them. She took me in her mouth and I stroked her hair.

By now John had lowered his trousers to his ankles and was masturbating slowly with a strangely serene smile on his face. As Yvonne had said, he seemed to be functioning at this point.

I didn’t want to come in her mouth, so I bent down and began kissing her lips again and we were soon, rolling around on the carpet and her panties were lowered so that I could catch my first sight of her snatch. I stroked the thin pubic hair, then parted her lips and moved my finger up and down her moist clit whilst she moaned with pleasure.

John was beginning to moan too, and reluctantly, Yvonne sat up to give him some attention. On all fours she reached for his member and took it in her mouth. She stopped briefly to tell me sternly that I hadn’t finished yet.

I was about to enter her doggy style when she reached between her legs and grabbed me. She brought me off and I squirted my cum over the underside of her stomach.

“Is he inside you Yvonne?” John asked.

“No love, I’m saving that for you”

More’s the pity I thought.

And with that they exchanged places whilst I retreated to the sofa to watch John from behind ramming himself into a spread-eagled Yvonne. When he’d done, they kissed lovingly.

When John rolled over, Yvonne re-joined me on the sofa. She patted the seat at her other side, for John to join us. She gently massaged our two limp cocks but having John’s company was doing nothing more me, and John looked spent. I knew Yvonne was far from over.

Then there was a cry over the baby-monitor. “I’ll go,” said John. “You two can have your desserts, you deserve it, that was fantastic”

They both stood and kissed. John grabbed his clothes and took them to the kitchen. Another cry had him scurrying out of the door.

“Now, where were we? Said Yvonne.

 

[Benjani222]

I feel I need more chapters that was hot

 

[Randomcoach]

Yvonne had taken a shower to: “douche away John” as she put it. She returned to the living room in my dressing gown. I’d opened the second bottle of wine and I poured her a good full glass. I had water. I had a thirst too.

“That seemed to work?” I spoke.

“Not for me” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, you were great, and that’s the best time John and I have had for some time, but the full satisfaction is not mutual.

“Hence why you’re here now?”

“Exactly”

“So, let’s see what I can do”

And we began kissing once more. I pushed her robe to one side and began to explore her body with my hands then my lips and slowly I was kissing her breasts, then her belly and then my tongue was in her clit and I stretched it wide so I could get in deeper. I began to eat her and explore her with my tongue from the inside. Her ankles were at my back, her hand in my hair pushing me deeper. She squirmed beneath me, and her moans grew louder. Suddenly, her body spasmed. She was a squirter and before I knew it I’d taken a mouthful then a further jet hit my face as I sat back, and another my chest. I didn’t swallow. I breathed as calmly as I could through my nose. I wiped my wet chest across her belly and moved back up to her breasts. I allowed the cum to dribble from my mouth, over her breasts and she slowly rubbed the cum into them whilst I slid on her belly.

“You’re a lucky boy”

“I nearly drowned” I lay by her side and nuzzled her neck and fondled a nipple. She giggled.

“John’s never seen that before, I doubt he’d know what was going on.”

I didn’t want to talk about John, I experienced a transference of his issues in his presence. I felt sorry for Yvonne, but it wasn’t my problem.

“Shall we go to bed?” I asked.

“Once we’ve both showered and then if you’ve still got the energy, we still haven’t fucked yet!

 

[Randomcoach]

After a good fucking, plain missionary, but very pleasant, Yvonne lay in the crook of my arm and gently stroked my chest. I could see the dawn light was creeping above the curtains and I knew she’d have to leave quite soon.“I have a question” she said.

“God. She’s relentless I thought. I’d just been nodding off.

“You must get asked this all the time as a pilot”

“Go on!” I sort of knew what was coming.

“The Mile High Club. Are you a member?

“As the captain, that would be very unprofessional and could potentially put the whole crew and passengers at risk. I have too much responsibility.

She seemed disappointed.

It was all bollocks. Of course, I was, but it hadn’t been my finest moment.

Word had got round the crew that one of the newer cabin crew, a young woman from Singapore with beautiful Oriental features and very smart was a mile high virgin and her ambition was to break that duck, but not just with anyone. She wanted the captain. I seemed to be the only one not in the know. So, on an overnighter to New York, she appeared in the cockpit asking if either I or my colleague would like; “something?” The cabin was dark and apparently many of the passengers were asleep.

My colleague; Richard, then sprang to his feet and said he’d be back shortly. This was the cue for Alyssa to sit in the co-pilot seat and chat me up.

“Which is the joy-stick?”

It clicked then, that I was slow on the uptake and I was about to order her out of the cockpit.

“I thought these things could fly themselves” she continued as though I’d joined in the conversation.

I took my first proper look at her. She was very alluring and sexy with arched plucked eyebrows that gave her a permanent surprised look. The uniform had a sort of cravat for women, but that had gone and I could see a deep cleavage within a white blouse. Her smart blazer had also been discarded before she came in. She was sitting side on and slowly sliding down the seat which pulled her skirt higher up her thighs. I’d also thought the uniform was black tights, but I saw bare thigh and a garter holding up a black stocking. I already knew I was falling for her ruse, it didn’t take much to decide to go along.

“Look, I think I know why you’re here. I think we should get on with it, we don’t have too long before crew or co-pilot come in and disturb us.” That could have burst her bubble, but it didn’t.

“Oh, they won’t. They are all in this for me. I want to lose my mile high virginity” And with that she stood, stepped over towards my seat. I hooked my arm around her thighs and moved my hand up towards the bare flesh above her stockings. She leant down to kiss me and I got a good look down her cleavage before her lips were on mine and then her hand was between my legs then moving up to my belt. She must have brushed her teeth, she smelt fresh and gorgeous. I don’t think I did.

“Let’s cut to the chase” I said. I stood up, undid my belt and let my trousers fall to my ankles. My boxers followed and then I sat back down in the pilot’s seat. There was a moment’s hesitation where I thought she might change her mind, and then I watched her slip out of her skirt and lower her panties over her stockings onto the floor. She had a sort of trimmed eye-brow too above her snatch, but the rest was smoothly waxed. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Looking at the flesh between her garter belt and stocking tops I could see she was well tanned apart from where she’d worn the slimmest of bikini pants. I held out my palm and stroked the hair gently on her tush and she leaned into my hand softly. “I can see you like that”. She was looking between my legs at my groin.

She sat astride my legs and wrapped a hand around my stiffening cock. “Is this the joystick? Or are you just pleased to see me?”

She was a one-woman cliché. Thankfully her looks and actions far outweighed her rubbish script.

I reached up her blouse at the back, found the clasp of her bra and undid it, then moved my hands slowly over her smooth back and hips. My mouth searched for hers again, but she jumped to her feet.

“I want to see where we are going”

“It’s night time, apart from the moon and stars, you won’t see much. We’re at 35,000 feet” I told her. But she didn’t listen. She stood up and turned her back to me then lowered herself slowly towards me. This was a new one I thought, but in order to help, I slid further down the seat. She reached through her legs, grabbed me and then manoeuvred herself onto me. It took a couple of stabs but suddenly she moaned and slid down my cock like a greasy pole. She lay with her back on my chest and I reached up her front to fondle her tits. I could smell her hair and there was a warm captivating musk coming off her body.

Suddenly the plane began to buck. We’d hit turbulence. Alyssa didn’t seem to care. It all added to the experience it seemed. She sat up straight. I was bent the wrong way and not in a great position to contribute from then on. I reached up her blouse and held her waist. I couldn’t reach her tits any longer. Then there was prolonged turbulence and the door opened and in stepped my colleague and sat in the co-pilots seat. “Don’t mind me” he said.

Alyssa didn’t, she was riding me out, and it seemed hoping for more turbulence for the pleasure purposes. At one point, she lost me and I heard Richard say that the honourable member for Bushey is out of office. “Keep your eyes on the plane” I told him. A few seconds later and Jane had coupled us up again and she was bouncing around as though atop a pogo stick.

“Keep quiet you two whilst I make a cabin announcement to get everyone back in their seat.”

Job done, I then heard radio contact with air traffic control off Newfoundland. Meantime, Alyssa was slowly bouncing up and down. “I have permission to take her down 500 feet.” Said my co-pilot.

The descent was unnecessarily steep. Alyssa opened her arms as though she was flying herself, still vigorously bobbing up and down. When we levelled out again, she shuddered and her head fell to her knees. “God, that was good” she whispered. I could see the full moon. Above her heaving shoulders. I thought she might have broken my cock off at the stem from the way she still sat on me and I was glad when she hoisted herself gently off.

“I think we should tidy up in here now,” said my co-pilot still looking discretely ahead. “Alyssa has passengers to see to, she can’t be servicing the captain for the whole flight.”

Alyssa picked up her clothes and I could hear her getting dressed behind us and making herself presentable before departing. I waited until she had gone before I got dressed.

“Happy Birthday,” said Richard.

“Was that steep descent really necessary?” I wanted to know.

“She seemed to like it” was the reply

“She, said, she was a Mile High Virgin. You were all in on this?”

“Yes” but as for the virgin bit, I don’t even think that was the case last week, when I had the pleasure”

 

[MsSarah]

“Did it work?” I asked. Yvonne had rung the doorbell and was standing outside my door with the uniform.
“To a point” She admitted.
I could see she had more on her mind.
“Look, if you want to talk about it, come in and have a cup of tea”
“I don’t have much time”
“It’s best not to tell me on the doorstep, don’t you think?”
Yvonne, looked around as though every nosey neighbour had their eye on us. “OK” she agreed.
It turned out that John had a bit of a “problem”. He could get aroused by porn or by an alluring sexy Yvonne strutting her stuff in front of him, but when it came to physical contact, it didn’t take long before he was limp. “It’s causing a lot of tension” she admitted.
With the uniform on, Yvonne had been turned on by his new found esteem in his unfamiliar authorative role, but as soon as it was removed again, he was plain old John with the limp cock.
“He’s a voyeur. I know, I share a bit of that trait as you well know. But I need more satisfaction than I’m getting.”
“So, see someone; a therapist I mean” I suggested as though it was that easy. “Or try Viagra”
“We’ve talked about another option. What do you think the range of a baby alarm is?”
Like I would know.
“We thought, if we came round here, maybe, you and I could give him a live show, so to speak, get him nice and ready and then I could give him what we both need”
And then she left, telling me to think about it and not to worry. John was in on it and would like to try; “anything”.
It was a week later before I had a free evening to invite them both round. I was still unsure about going through with this, but the thought of seeing Yvonne’s body from close up and maybe more, had me intrigued.
They rang the doorbell at the appointed hour. Yvonne tested the baby alarms and all seemed well. I opened one of the bottles of wine they’d brought round. I didn’t drink. As a pilot I cannot afford to. John had not met me before. He seemed nervous and the first glass of wine disappeared before I could show them into the living room. I gave him the remaining bottle.

John sat in my armchair opposite the sofa where I sat and Yvonne joined me. We chatted about mundane things to break the ice. Yvonne feigned a laugh or two and her hand rested on my knee. I continued to chat as though I hadn’t noticed and she moved her hand further up my thigh and stroked it. She necked the last of her wine and turned to me, her lips now moist. I moved her hair from her face and hooked one side over her ear. She smiled, I kissed her gently and she returned the move more passionately. I was aware of John watching from the corner of the room, but he didn’t move and I think the fact he was watching was turning Yvonne on. The hand on my thigh then moved up to stroke the bulge at the top of my legs and I used my free hand to caress her neck and then start to undo the buttons on her blouse. She helped me to remove it by standing and then whilst she was there, she undid her skirt too and let it fall to the floor. I stood to continue kissing her and moved my hands to the clasp of her bra. It slid slowly down her shoulders and then to the floor. She undid my belt and then my flies and soon we both stood kissing in just boxers and scanty knickers.

I looked over at John in his brown cords and collared shirt, he was rubbing himself and breathing heavily. He poured himself more wine. My hands were now inside Yvonne’s panties, clutching her buttocks pushing her against my cock. An occasional moan let me know that I was pressing all the right buttons. Then she slid her hands down my hips, inside my boxers and slowly lowered them, following them down by kneeling in front if me. Once on the floor I stepped out of them. She took me in her mouth and I stroked her hair.

By now John had lowered his trousers to his ankles and was masturbating slowly with a strangely serene smile on his face. As Yvonne had said, he seemed to be functioning at this point.

I didn’t want to come in her mouth, so I bent down and began kissing her lips again and we were soon, rolling around on the carpet and her panties were lowered so that I could catch my first sight of her snatch. I stroked the thin pubic hair, then parted her lips and moved my finger up and down her moist clit whilst she moaned with pleasure.

John was beginning to moan too, and reluctantly, Yvonne sat up to give him some attention. On all fours she reached for his member and took it in her mouth. She stopped briefly to tell me sternly that I hadn’t finished yet.

I was about to enter her doggy style when she reached between her legs and grabbed me. She brought me off and I squirted my cum over the underside of her stomach.

“Is he inside you Yvonne?” John asked.

“No love, I’m saving that for you”

More’s the pity I thought.

And with that they exchanged places whilst I retreated to the sofa to watch John from behind ramming himself into a spread-eagled Yvonne. When he’d done, they kissed lovingly.

When John rolled over, Yvonne re-joined me on the sofa. She patted the seat at her other side, for John to join us. She gently massaged our two limp cocks but having John’s company was doing nothing more me, and John looked spent. I knew Yvonne was far from over.

Then there was a cry over the baby-monitor. “I’ll go,” said John. “You two can have your desserts, you deserve it, that was fantastic”

They both stood and kissed. John grabbed his clothes and took them to the kitchen. Another cry had him scurrying out of the door.

“Now, where were we? Said Yvonne.

Good story.

 

[MsSarah]

I feel I need more chapters that was hot

Good call.

 

[Randomcoach]

I returned home after another shift. I locked the car door and walked up the path to my door. Before I let myself in, I heard a long groan coming from the direction of Yvonne and Brian’s. I ignored the first one, but the second sounded more urgent. I looked up and saw that one of their upper room windows was open and more muffled moaning was emanating from up there.

I was worried that something wasn’t right, so went to investigate. Their back door was open and I let myself in, listening out for more noise. I could hear two people moaning now. I knew what it sounded like but I couldn’t be sure there wasn’t a more sinister reason for the commotion. Also, there was no sign of their two children.

I crept up the stairs and could see their bedroom door was open. I didn’t want to pry but one groan sounded more like a wounded animal than a man in ecstasy.

When I got sight of Yvonne and Brian I was stopped in my tracks. Brian was tethered by his wrists to the headboard. He was naked, as was Yvonne who was astride his ample belly. His erection was flailing behind Yvonne’s back being ignored. One moan was coming from Brian who was gagged and looked like he was struggling to breath. Yvonne meantime had a double headed dildo, with one end deep inside her and she was masturbating the other end. Her eyes were closed and she let out the occasional moan clearly enjoying herself more than Brian was.

As she writhed aboard his belly her hand on the dildo became more urgent and I could hear the wet slapping and sucking noise as the generous dildo did its job. Finally, she let out a long moan as she orgasmed, but what I hadn’t expected was her squeezing of the latex bollocks in-between the double-header and squirting a viscous liquid all over Brian’s chest and belly.

She stopped writhing and pulled the gag off Brian’s mouth and manoeuvred the dildo to his mouth. “Lick it clean”

“Toss me off. My balls are busting.” Pleaded Brian.

“You lick this and I’ll think about it” Brian did as he was told. But just as he’d licked up whatever it was, she’d filled the balls with, she wiped his messy chest with it, again and then stuck it in his mouth.

“Please. I need to come.” He sounded desperate.

“You’re a naughty boy Brian. You deserve to be punished.”

With that, she climbed off him, put the dildo on the dresser and started to put a skimpy dressing gown on.

“You bitch. Don’t go. Bitch you haven’t finished.”

That was my cue to get back down the stairs. I stepped out of the back door, closed it quietly and then rang the doorbell as though I’d been stood there all along.

Yvonne answered in her dressing gown.

“Are you OK? I asked. “I heard shouting.”

“Brian and I are just having an altercation. But then you’d know that, I heard you come in.”

“OK” I admitted, “I just wanted to check you were OK. I imagine the whole street knows about it now.”

“Wait here” she said. “I’d better let him free.”

I heard a few more profanities but Yvonne returned to the kitchen smiling. “He’s gone for a shower. Probably wanking himself off now.”


“That’s a bit cruel” I didn’t really have sympathy for Brian, I couldn’t stand the man.

“Now he knows what unsatisfactory sex feels like for me. Serves him right anyway. He’s been away for a: ‘golf weekend’ with the lads to Spain. Except I found his boarding pass on his phone and it says Prague. And I found that dildo in his bag. He says the lads must have put it there. I believe him actually. Bunch of pricks the lot of them.”

“So, where are the kids?”

“At my mum’s. I wanted to give Brian the sort of reception he’d never forget.”

As Yvonne chatted the belt of her dressing gown was getting looser, revealing more cleavage and as I looked her up and down, more thigh too.

“How long will Brian be?” I tried to casually ask

“He’ll have come by now. He’s got no stamina. But he’ll be in the shower for ages. He always is.”

She could read my mind. Memories of her punishing the dildo had got my cock excited and when she stroked my crotch, she knew I was rock hard. I pulled both sides of her dressing gown apart as though opening the curtains. Yvonne’s lovely breasts beckoned for a good sucking but I didn’t think we had a great deal of time. I undid my belt and dropped my trousers and underpants. Yvonne grabbed my cock and gave it a few yanks, but I lifted her onto the worktop, opened her legs and slowly entered her whilst kissing her lips and tweaking a hard nipple. She gasped as I thrust into her, hard and urgent. My hands drifted down to her outer thighs and I lifted her easily and held her aloft as she squirmed around my midriff, her hot breath in my ear.

“Don’t come!” she panted.

“What? Me too?”

“Sit me down again”

I did as I was told and she slid off me. When she looked me in the eyes, I saw her lascivious smile teasing me, still looking up at my face as she sank to her knees, then wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She took my load as though she was thirsty for it.

When we heard movement from the landing, Yvonne pushed me towards the door and I just remembered to hoist my trousers up before skipping across the path back to my own door.

 

[MsSarah]

Always nice to have good neighbors.

 

[Deviant-Dalliance]

There are stories in this thread that remind me of a time pre-lockdown. I worked as a pilot for a major airline. I was single and lived in a small house on an estate at a convenient distance from the main airport where I was based. I did mostly long haul, so my body-clock was all over the place, and whilst at home, I found myself waking at all hours. I tended to get up, make a tea, watch some TV. One morning I was awake at around 4am. It was still dark and I’d made tea and walked into my living room. There wasn’t much of a view, or so I thought. From an angle I looked out to my neighbour’s kitchen. I hardly knew the young couple next door. I’d occasionally seen them in the house. They had a couple of small kids. They seemed OK from what I saw.

That morning, I looked out and saw the young woman was up and about in the kitchen. There was no light on, but a light from the hall or somewhere else, allowed me to see her well enough. From memory she was a mid-length brunette. I found the just-woken hairstyle strangely alluring, along with the pyjamas. She was at the sink, turning on a tap, and then I saw her take a sip of water and that was the point she saw me. I was self-conscious that I had been caught staring, but she didn’t move away. I turned to look elsewhere as though there was anything more interesting. When I looked back, she was still looking at me, and this time when I stared back, I smiled and she turned away. I thought that would be it. But a minute later, she was back at the window. She checked I was still there, then she slowly undid the buttons one by one down the front of her pyjama top. Once the bottom button was undone, she lingeringly watched me, before throwing open her top to reveal ample breasts. It was a quick flash. Over as soon as it had happened. She turned her back and walked back towards the light of the hall.

Most of the day, I couldn’t get that image out of my mind. I deliberately avoided seeing her again during the day, figuring one or both would be too embarrassed to say anything to each other.

The next morning, I was up early again, but this time was due to an early flight. I dressed in the airline uniform of dark jacket, matching trousers, white shirt and black tie. A peaked cap topped off the uniform, but I didn’t wear it in the house. I waited in the living room for the taxi I had ordered. Once again, my neighbour appeared. I turned to watch, aware that I looked a lot different from the morning before. She didn’t waste any time. She looked down her top, and then slowly began to open the buttons from top to bottom and this time removed the whole top. With one hand she caressed a breast as though smoothly rubbing oil on it. The other hand slipped down her waist band and stayed there. I was fixated and feeling very horny. Then I heard my phone. The call being the taxi that had pulled up outside without me noticing. I turned, grabbed my hat and bag, feeling flustered. Before I left the room, I took one last glance, but she was gone.

I was generally away for six days at a time. When I next got back, I was twelve hours late having been held up by a French baggage handlers strike. I was tired but tense when the taxi dropped me off in the early hours. I knew I wouldn’t sleep straight away. I made tea and went in the living room with the light on. I had almost forgotten about my neighbours’ antics. She appeared again. This time I thought sod it. In for a penny. I didn’t shy away from looking at her, but I did put on my peaked cap. I was going to give her the Full Monty without the Velcro, so probably less smooth. I unbuttoned my jacket and let it slide off my shoulders to the floor. When my tie was undone, I did the waving my arms bit, back and forth as though drying my neck. I seductively undid each shirt button, turned my back to her and then let the shirt slide off my shoulders. When I turned, I was glad to see she was still there, still watching, one hand down the waistband of her pyjama’s. I carried on and as expected, the trousers were not so smoothly removed, once the belt had been undone. I was almost laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Once in just my white boxers I again turned my back on her, lowered them to the floor, kicked them away, put my hat over my cock which I was pleased to note had a decent semi on. She was still watching when I turned and raised my hat into the air and gave her a good view of my naked self. I blew her a kiss, then turned off the light.

I had four free days before my next flight and a couple of mornings later my neighbour met me as I returned back to the house. “Hello” she said “My name is Yvonne. I am aware we haven’t yet spoken.”

I agreed with her. We’d been neighbours for some time but never had a moment like this. It seemed awkward, both of us with things unsaid that were perhaps best staying that way.

“Look” she said. “I don’t have much time; I need to collect the kids and all. But I do have a strange request.”

Given the last time I’d seen her, she was touching herself and I was naked, I wasn’t sure what was coming next, but I hadn’t expected her to ask for the use of my uniform.

“Fancy dress?” I quite reasonably asked.

“Well, not quite. It’s for my husband. A bit of…role play, sort of…you know? I thought it might spice things up a little, a uniform is a bit of a turn on and it would be good to see John being a little more…adventurous. He agreed to give it a try, if I could….you know?

“So, you could imagine he was a pilot?” I asked.

“Sort of”

“Well, what would you imagine he was in a pilot’s uniform?”

“You” she said.

Thanks for sharing this, I really enjoyed reading it. The honesty of how you remove your trousers is a lovely touch and made me smile.

 

[Deviant-Dalliance]

“Did it work?” I asked. Yvonne had rung the doorbell and was standing outside my door with the uniform.
“To a point” She admitted.
I could see she had more on her mind.
“Look, if you want to talk about it, come in and have a cup of tea”
“I don’t have much time”
“It’s best not to tell me on the doorstep, don’t you think?”
Yvonne, looked around as though every nosey neighbour had their eye on us. “OK” she agreed.
It turned out that John had a bit of a “problem”. He could get aroused by porn or by an alluring sexy Yvonne strutting her stuff in front of him, but when it came to physical contact, it didn’t take long before he was limp. “It’s causing a lot of tension” she admitted.
With the uniform on, Yvonne had been turned on by his new found esteem in his unfamiliar authorative role, but as soon as it was removed again, he was plain old John with the limp cock.
“He’s a voyeur. I know, I share a bit of that trait as you well know. But I need more satisfaction than I’m getting.”
“So, see someone; a therapist I mean” I suggested as though it was that easy. “Or try Viagra”
“We’ve talked about another option. What do you think the range of a baby alarm is?”
Like I would know.
“We thought, if we came round here, maybe, you and I could give him a live show, so to speak, get him nice and ready and then I could give him what we both need”
And then she left, telling me to think about it and not to worry. John was in on it and would like to try; “anything”.
It was a week later before I had a free evening to invite them both round. I was still unsure about going through with this, but the thought of seeing Yvonne’s body from close up and maybe more, had me intrigued.
They rang the doorbell at the appointed hour. Yvonne tested the baby alarms and all seemed well. I opened one of the bottles of wine they’d brought round. I didn’t drink. As a pilot I cannot afford to. John had not met me before. He seemed nervous and the first glass of wine disappeared before I could show them into the living room. I gave him the remaining bottle.

John sat in my armchair opposite the sofa where I sat and Yvonne joined me. We chatted about mundane things to break the ice. Yvonne feigned a laugh or two and her hand rested on my knee. I continued to chat as though I hadn’t noticed and she moved her hand further up my thigh and stroked it. She necked the last of her wine and turned to me, her lips now moist. I moved her hair from her face and hooked one side over her ear. She smiled, I kissed her gently and she returned the move more passionately. I was aware of John watching from the corner of the room, but he didn’t move and I think the fact he was watching was turning Yvonne on. The hand on my thigh then moved up to stroke the bulge at the top of my legs and I used my free hand to caress her neck and then start to undo the buttons on her blouse. She helped me to remove it by standing and then whilst she was there, she undid her skirt too and let it fall to the floor. I stood to continue kissing her and moved my hands to the clasp of her bra. It slid slowly down her shoulders and then to the floor. She undid my belt and then my flies and soon we both stood kissing in just boxers and scanty knickers.

I looked over at John in his brown cords and collared shirt, he was rubbing himself and breathing heavily. He poured himself more wine. My hands were now inside Yvonne’s panties, clutching her buttocks pushing her against my cock. An occasional moan let me know that I was pressing all the right buttons. Then she slid her hands down my hips, inside my boxers and slowly lowered them, following them down by kneeling in front if me. Once on the floor I stepped out of them. She took me in her mouth and I stroked her hair.

By now John had lowered his trousers to his ankles and was masturbating slowly with a strangely serene smile on his face. As Yvonne had said, he seemed to be functioning at this point.

I didn’t want to come in her mouth, so I bent down and began kissing her lips again and we were soon, rolling around on the carpet and her panties were lowered so that I could catch my first sight of her snatch. I stroked the thin pubic hair, then parted her lips and moved my finger up and down her moist clit whilst she moaned with pleasure.

John was beginning to moan too, and reluctantly, Yvonne sat up to give him some attention. On all fours she reached for his member and took it in her mouth. She stopped briefly to tell me sternly that I hadn’t finished yet.

I was about to enter her doggy style when she reached between her legs and grabbed me. She brought me off and I squirted my cum over the underside of her stomach.

“Is he inside you Yvonne?” John asked.

“No love, I’m saving that for you”

More’s the pity I thought.

And with that they exchanged places whilst I retreated to the sofa to watch John from behind ramming himself into a spread-eagled Yvonne. When he’d done, they kissed lovingly.

When John rolled over, Yvonne re-joined me on the sofa. She patted the seat at her other side, for John to join us. She gently massaged our two limp cocks but having John’s company was doing nothing more me, and John looked spent. I knew Yvonne was far from over.

Then there was a cry over the baby-monitor. “I’ll go,” said John. “You two can have your desserts, you deserve it, that was fantastic”

They both stood and kissed. John grabbed his clothes and took them to the kitchen. Another cry had him scurrying out of the door.

“Now, where were we? Said Yvonne.

The fact there is more was a nice surprise.

 

[Randomcoach]

My mobile phone rang. It was in my trouser pocket. Only my trousers were back in the bedroom, along with the rest of my uniform, on the bed.

I skipped along the hallway, found it, and answered: “Your next mission is the blind taste test.” She was giggling already and even now, it was affecting me, one of several times, that day. I’d asked for a sandwich and she’d said she would prepare me a smorgasbord. That last word sounded like sex on a warm isolated beach.

“Walk to the kitchen. On the door handle is a blindfold. Do not enter until that blindfold is covering your eyes. No cheating, otherwise you will pay.” And then she rang off.

So, I did as I was told and wearing only a blindfold, I entered the kitchen.

“Hello.” I was a little suspicious as to what I was walking into.

“Hungry? Walk towards my voice. I’ve cleared a path.

I stepped gingerly until I bumped groin height into the edge of a table. I could hear her breathing below me, still stifling giggles.

“Hands behind your back. No touching with fingers allowed, just lips and tongue. Now bend towards my voice.”

As I did, her hand caught the back of my neck and gently pulled my head downwards until my nose touched skin, and then a short shove sideways and my lips found a soft sphere nestled in what my tongue tip defined as her belly button. She was lying on the table and I guessed she was the buffet.

“Eat!”

I took the cherry tomato in my mouth and began to chew.

Then the hand gently guided me to a trail of Tabasco sauce that I followed with the tip of my tongue, up her belly to the breastbone, where I found another small, but similar object.

“Bite it” she demanded.

I did as I was told. It was a hot chilli. My mouth was on fire.

She giggled again. “Scotch Bonnet. My favourite.”

I already had a retaliatory idea.

The Tabasco Road then split in two ways. My chosen path, I took it slowly, cherishing the warmth of the Tabasco mixed with chilli, and brushing her skin lightly with my lips.

I found mayonnaise around her nipple and licked it like a cat with a bowl of cream, savouring the contrasting coolness and then feeling the hardening nipple beneath the tip of my tongue, teasing gently and feeling the soft blow of her breath against one cheek. But a little of the chilli remained as I’d made sure, and she soon felt the heat. I heard the intake of breath followed by deeper breathing. I was unsure if she’d anticipated that or not. Was she enjoying a little pain?

I wasn’t allowed to linger. Back down to the breastbone, more Tabasco Road took me to…Jeez, what was that?

“It’s Branston Pickle.”

“Do you have any cheddar?”

“There’s cream cheese here.” And she moved my lips to her neck just below her ear and I nuzzled away, then returned to the Branston to polish that off and I sucked on the bullet hardness of the nipple beneath.

“Fruit?”

“Where?”

“Kiss my lips.”

I found her mouth and our lips met. I kept the touch gentle, to begin with, then moved more urgently until our tongues met and there, I found the remains of a strawberry. I licked her tongue to savour what I could salvage for myself deep inside her mouth. My hand wandered to her cheek, then down to her shoulder. She pushed my tongue out.

“No hands.”

No matter. By then, I was rigid and I kept brushing her arm and shoulder. Having been admonished, I exaggerated this movement. “It’s not my hand..see.”

“You haven’t finished yet. You’ve had the savoury, now the sweet. Find my feet.”

I moved down the table, bent down once more and soon found a foot. My mouth went exploring and I found a trail of honey running off a big toe. I took it all in my mouth and sucked. The other toe was covered in Nutella and I took that away greedily.

“Now lick your way up my leg”

This time the trail was chocolate sauce. I reached her hip and found a little ice cream. She pushed my head sideways and I found a popsicle stuck you know where, melting rapidly.

“You’d better hurry.”

I started at the top and nibbled my way through the sticky sweet ice. My lips met the soft down around her lips and I licked away the sweetness until I began to wonder how deep she’d originally inserted the popsicle. I stuck to the no-hands rule and moved in with my tongue. Slowly the lips parted and I dug deeper, gently at first, then more greedily. She squirmed a little and then I heard her moan. I lapped at her until her hand pressed my head to her tightly and I felt her shudder and then relax. She pulled my head towards hers, removed the blindfold and kissed me. I put an arm under her neck and the other under the back of her knees and carried her into the bedroom where I laid her on the duvet, pulled her towards me and we held one another.



Twelve hours earlier, this woman had been the Ice Maiden. She was my co-pilot and repelled advances as though she lived within a Faraday cage. If I made suggestions about improving any aspect of a flight, she took offence. I had years more experience than her but she was so aloof it was like she was flying about a thousand feet higher than I was and I was sitting in the seat next to her.

Due to bad weather, we’d landed in Manchester instead of Heathrow. Travel plans were made to get us home but we’d have to return to Manchester for the plane within 24 hours.

Whilst waiting for the passengers to disembark, I began scrolling my phone for a place to stay when I heard an unfamiliar noise:

“You can stay at mine if you like.”

It was the Ice Maiden. But what was unfamiliar was an almost Friendly? Sociable? Sympathetic? I wasn’t sure of the word that fitted, it just didn’t fit the Marianne I knew.

“I have an apartment in Manchester. I’m offering you a room to stay for the night. Yes, or no?”

I was temporarily dumbfounded, so I just nodded.

“You’ll have your room, don’t worry, I won’t molest you.”

“Thank you.” I at last managed to find to say.

In the taxi on the way there, I learned that Manchester was her home town. She owned the flat. I’d always assumed she was local to Heathrow, where we mostly flew from. However, she just stayed with a friend when she had to be in London, and escaped to Manchester when she could. This diversion could not have worked out better for her.

 

[Randomcoach]

She was still stand-offish when I was shown in. I was shown my room, and the bathroom and as I only had the clothes I stood in, I was given a towel robe and invited to make the best of the laundry. The kitchen had beers and an array of takeaway leaflets on the kitchen table.

A few minutes later, a different Marianne appeared. Tall, slim, toned, wearing a two-piece gym outfit that she’d have to have poured herself into. Her midriff had a six-pack, and her thighs were built for marathons. I’d only ever known this woman in flight uniform. There was strength and self-confidence in her abilities as a pilot but she took nothing and gave nothing by way of a compliment, support or of being part of a team. So, this new experience of her; offering help and then the contrast to the uniformed pilot whilst I looked ridiculous in a pink towel robe made for someone much slimmer than I was.

She didn’t bat an eye. “I’m off to the gym, make yourself at home.” And she turned and I watched her pert butt walk down the hall and out of the door probably with my mouth agape.

I wandered around the flat unsure of how to fill the time. I checked the titles of the books she had on the small bookshelf in the living room. It was mostly chick-lit nothing too heavy. There were a few photographs on shelves, probably of her parents. It seemed her dad was or had been a pilot too. Then there were a couple of landscape pictures, both prints, but nothing said who the real Marianne was. I was curious but decided it was none of my business, so I flicked through the TV channels to distract myself. Then I gave up and decided to check out her room.

I felt like a trespasser. I was in forbidden territory where I had no right to go, but my intrigue overrode the morality of sticking my nose into a colleague's privacy. It was a large, light room with a double-sized brass bed with starched white linen. A dressing table with a mirror and an array of perfumes and make-up bottles. I hardly recognised my reflection. I was being weird and acting out of character. I knew I could get into a heap of trouble if caught but that almost made it more alluring to keep looking around.

The wardrobe door opened easily and I found several summer dresses. They didn’t seem to fit the Marianne character I knew. I lifted one to my face and smelt a faint trace of perfume more subtle than she tended to wear in the cockpit. I realised my heart was lumbering in my chest. I pulled out a skirt and inhaled the smell of cotton, soap and rosewater. I ran my tongue over the fabric as though I might taste her.

In a drawer, I plunged my hand into the softness of clean underwear. I lifted a handful, soft straps and stockings trailing between my fingers and pressed a piece of silk and lace to the skin of my lips. I breathed in and filled my lungs with her. I don’t know how long I stood there or what more I did before coming to my senses. I hurriedly tried to assemble everything I had disturbed and put it back as I had found it.



Later, Marianne returned, still in the two-piece but now covered in sweat. She went into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. I went into the kitchen and tried to be as nonchalant as possible but wished I was a fly on the bathroom wall.

I heard her exit and then go into her bedroom and close the door. A few minutes later she found me in the kitchen where I was pretending to make coffee.

“Follow me please.” I did so, like a condemned man, and walked into her bedroom with her.

She turned to face me. “Did you find what you were looking for?” She was dressed in loose slacks and a T-shirt. Her hair was still damp and her face devoid of make-up. But she still looked like the stern-faced Marianne I was used to.

I didn’t answer.

“Tell me, have you been in my room?”

I thought about denying it. Everything about what I had done was wrong and potentially career-threatening, never mind being extremely weird. If a male colleague had told me these things, I’d probably have accused him of perversion. I couldn’t tell from Marianne’s demeanour what she was going to think.

“I….yes…..I’m sorry…I…. Look, it's been a stressful few days, I don’t know what came over me….I”

“What did you do?”

I looked at her and hoped I wasn’t misinterpreting but something around her eyes suggested excitement. She knew what I’d done and instead of kicking me out of the flat, she’d brought me back to the scene.

I took a chance: “Well, I went into your wardrobe.”

“You looked in my wardrobe? Whatever for?”

“Well, I pulled out this dress, and I held it like this.” I demonstrated what I had done.

“Do you like the dress?”

“I do. I imagine it suits you.”

“Did you do anything else?”

“Well. I… I inhaled it. Like this.”

I waited with bated breath for admonishment.

“Did it make you feel excited?”

“What? Yes. Err, definitely.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.” Surely, she didn’t want to know more.

“Are you certain? Did you not go rummaging in my knicker drawer as well?”

“I….Yes. I’m afraid I did.”

“And what did you do?”

“I took out your things. I found a pair of panties I liked the look of and I kissed them.”

There was a hint of a smile when I’d expected disgust.

“Show me. Which ones.?”

I opened the drawer, fished around and came up with the pair I’d found. “These. The yellow ones.”

“You kissed them? What were you thinking?”

“I know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t …”

“No. What were you thinking about?”

“About you. Wearing these panties.”

“And..?”

“I was touching you.”

“Show me.”

“Just here.”

“No. Show me.”

I put the panties inside the towel robe and rubbed myself. I thought I was going to burst.

“Here. Let me. Was it like this?”

She took the panties and wrapped them gently around my cock. “Is this what you were thinking? Anything else?”

“I was thinking about you. Your body.” I could barely speak anymore as my breath caught with each subtle movement of her wrist.

“Any particular part?”

“Well, the part within the panties.” I was losing concentration then as her hand rubbed me gently with the silk from stem to tip. The robe was open like a pair of curtains, but her gaze was fixed on my face.

“Would you like to see my body, not just imagine it?”

With her free hand, she unbuttoned her slacks and pulled down the zip. The belt slipped slowly down her legs. She took my hand and placed it between the risen junction of her legs on the silk of another pair of panties that were already damp with expectation. “Does it feel as you imagined?”

I could not answer. Marianne seemed exhilaratingly detached, still rubbing me and now caressing herself with my hand.

“Now what would you like to do?”

“Well.I”

“Say it.”

“I want to fuck you.”

“And do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes”

“Are you sure?”

“I want you to fuck me now”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. Now.”

“Then ask me. Beg of me.”

“I am begging you.”

I picked her up carried her to her bed and positioned myself next to her, kicking away her slacks and pushing my fingers underneath her panties. My face was against the smooth skin of her cheek and I could smell her freshly washed hair. My whole body ached.

“Now you beg me,” I told her. “Say what you want me to do.”

She put her arms around my neck and whispered roughly: “Fuck me hard.” Then I rolled on top of her and drove myself completely into her.



The rest of the day we spent indulging in fantasies and I began to wonder at Marianne’s imagination which was way more expansive than mine, but she couldn’t think of any act that I wouldn’t willingly indulge. She said she’d never done such things before, and I believed her. I hadn’t either. She asked if I had a partner and I told her about the arrangement I had with Yvonne, my neighbour, to which she said she’d love to meet her sometime which only got me wondering just what fantasies that meeting might involve.

There was a less-than-subtle hint of her curiosity when she persuaded me into the yellow panties which stretched their limits somewhat and then the matching brassiere which she stuffed each ample cup with a handful of nylon tights and stockings. All I had to do was lie back and let her hands and mouth do the work until finally, she said: “enough” and straddled me but still caressing each of my synthetic breasts whilst I caressed her more than real ones and she bounced up and down my cock.

She wore outfits I hadn’t yet seen and when I lifted her skirt or parted her underwear, it was like I’d never seen her naked form before, it was a revelation and she seemed to relish the effect it had on me and how I soon lost control. And when I thought we’d finished, I’d listen to her breathing as we lay together and there’d be a catch in her exhalation which suggested there was a small knot of desire, another fantasy still not unravelled. Her eyes grew thin and her lips pouted and then she’d stand and announce what the next story would be.

Each time, I was amazed that I could manage at the merest suggestion to be ready as though each act had failed to kill the urge, and she, the master was pushing me to the limits. A brash part of me was proud of a vigour I didn’t know I possessed and I wondered if there was something wrong because neither of us could have been satisfied.

And finally, the smorgasbord. It seemed ridiculous but in the face of all that preceded it, not so strange. Later, when we lay on the duvet, naked, sweat and food streaked and without shame in our filth, she pulled me towards her again. I protested that I was done at last but she wouldn’t let me be and she coaxed precious life out of me again to my astonishment I found myself atop her body for one last dying spasm of great desire. And when she had squeezed it from me when it was all finally over, I felt drowned, dead and empty. She turned over and we spooned and I felt my jaw fall and my arms flop over her shoulders and float away like castaways adrift on a raft.