She quickly stands up and looks my way. The light is behind her making it difficult to see her features, but I can tell she’s a tad on the short side with curves for days. “Hello?” she whispers, taking a step to the edge of the porch.
The sound of her voice makes my cock start to thicken in my shorts.
That’s never happened before. Never have I gotten an erection from a voice alone. Usually it’s what the voice is saying that has me firing on all cylinders and raring to go.
“Uhh, sorry, I was just passing by and heard a noise. Just checking you’re okay,” I answer, making sure I stay at the edge of the street. The last thing I want is a jealous boyfriend to come out with a shotgun and a pissed-off attitude.
Unfortunately, that’s happened before.
“Oh,” she replies with a slight chuckle. The sound is like Viagra. “I dropped my drink.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Ahh, well, that’s cause for the use of profanity,” I justify.
“Yeah, especially because it was the last of my tequila.”
The mention of the hard liquor reminds me instantly of my mystery texter. “Well, shit. Your day just got a whole lot worse,” I tease.
“No kidding,” she replies with a deep sigh. “I guess that means I’m done drinking for the night.”
“Or you could head down the street to the twenty-four seven liquor store and restock,” I suggest, a smile on my face, even though she can’t see it in the darkness of night.
“I could, but I’ve already taken off my shoes,” the woman replies, lifting her leg up knee-level and wiggling her toes. Even though I can’t see detail, I’m suddenly wondering what color those toes are painted, if they’re ticklish, and what exactly they’d look like hitched over my shoulder.
“And taking off your shoes is equivalent to taking off your bra at the end of the workday, am I right?”
She barks out a laugh, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, and makes me smile even wider. “I guess that’s true.”
I’d love to ask about said bra, find out whether or not that’s already off too, but I figure that’s probably pushing it. I don’t know this woman, nor anything about her. Could have a husband inside or at the very least, a boyfriend. A woman with those kinda curves and a laugh that can erect a cock faster than the opening BJ scene in a skin flick, definitely isn’t single.
Damn.
“Well, I should probably let you figure out what you’re going to do without the rest of your tequila,” I say, lifting my hand in a departing wave.
“Yeah, probably off to bed in a state of sad despair,” she replies with a giggle.
My cock jumps at the sound, and I almost groan.
Then she steps forward, the outdoor security light illuminating the woman for the first time. Blonde hair the color of sunshine and the most beautiful set of blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Even from about twenty feet away and the darkness around us, I can see the sapphire hue blazing brightly. She has high cheekbones and the sexiest pair of lips I’ve ever seen.
And I’ve seen my share of lips.
“Thank you for coming to my rescue,” she replies, her smile captivating.
“Well, I didn’t do anything,” I tell her, the whole time wondering if she can hear the loud pounding of my heart in my chest. “Maybe another time I’ll save the tequila,” I add with my own grin.
Her smile remains on her lips as her fingers wrap around the porch post. All sorts of dirty images parade through my mind like a movie, most prominently, my cock playing the role of the lucky post. “Good night,” she whispers, her sweet voice like a cool breeze that washes over my fevered skin.
“Night,” I reply, throwing her a second wave before taking off again. It’s uncomfortable running with a hard-on, but I ignore it. It’s not like I can do anything about the state of my hardness right now anyway.
I reach the end of the road and head to the right. It’ll loop back around and spit me out on the main roadway. From there, I’ll work my way back up the mountain and toward home. To my little slice of solitude and peace.
Just as I reach the base of the mountain, my watch alerts me to a text message. It’s my brother, of course, who’s a night owl. He has some cyber security job for the government that he can’t talk a lot about, and I find I talk more to him late at night than any other time of day.
Rueben: Hot date tonight?
I push through my last half mile uphill, relieved when I reach the point to start my cooldown. Hands on my head and sucking in greedy gulps of air, I walk the rest of the way to my house and plop down on the front yard. I stretch my legs and back, relishing in the pull of the well-used muscles. My mind returns to a certain blonde with blue eyes and the muscle I’d like to use on her…
Finally, when I’m good and stretched, I unlock the door and grab my phone to fire off a reply to my little brother.
Me: Why, jealous since you’ve locked yourself in on one pussy for the rest of your life?
The bubbles appear immediately. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and head out to the back deck. As soon as I prop my feet up on a chair, his message appears.
Rueben: Why would I be jealous of you? When you find the right woman, none of that bullshit matters anymore.
Me: I call bullshit. I mean if you like BJs and the girl you’re marrying thinks it’s gross, how can you say that’s the best option? Women are like cars. You have to test drive. Lots of test drives, my friend.
Rueben: There’s no way we’re related. You’re a sick individual.
I snort and finish off my bottle of water.
Me: Think whatever you want, but my dick isn’t anywhere near hibernation like yours.
Rueben: Who said anything about hibernation? We just had sex twice tonight. Once in the shower and then out on the back deck.
I whistle at his reply, a wide smile on my face.
Me: Twice in one night? I taught you well, young grasshopper.
Rueben: You didn’t teach me jack shit except what our neighbor Mrs. Hanson sounds like when she’s coming.
I bark out a laugh that echoes up the mountain and through the trees. Ah yes, Mrs. Hanson. A young newlywed that might have taken a few rides on my cock at the tail end of my senior year in high school. She was twenty-four, maybe? And her husband worked long hours.
Me: She got lonely.
Rueben: I still have no clue how her husband didn’t find out.
Me: You and me both…
I don’t have an excuse for sleeping with my older and very married neighbor except I was young and dumb. She was flirty and had a pool. One day after school, I went over to pick up something for my mom and found her lounging by the pool in a teeny bikini. What’s a young, horny eighteen-year-old to do when he has sex on his brain twenty-four seven and an opportunity presents itself on a silver platter?
Yeah, not my proudest moment, but at the time, I thought I was king of the world.
Now, if I get the hint that a woman is married or in a relationship, I’m out of there. The last thing I want is the drama that accompanies that. You want to cheat? Fine. Enjoy. But don’t use me to do it.
Rueben: Anyway, I’m off to bed. Lunch later in the week?
Me: Sounds good. You’re buying.
Rueben: Wouldn’t expect any less. *eye roll gif*