Seduced by the 'girl next door'

Part 1 - The seduction

I was really put off at first. But after a few months, she began to grow on me, so to speak. She helped me with some issues I had with my lawn. She brought me an Apple Pie. It was good! She always said hello when she walked by. She was a great neighbor. 

I'm living alone now. Divorces suck, don't they? She was living next door when I moved in. It was clear from the start she was a trans of some sort. I really don't understand all that. I just know her. I'm nearly middle age and she is probably a few years older. She dresses classy. Not like a crazy Transvestite like Rupaul. I don't care for that at all. She wears clothes that resemble golf attire most of the time when she is home. Nice shorts and tight sleeveless shirts. When I see her leave for work she is always in a business suit of some kind. Very professional looking. 

A few weeks ago she asked me to stop by later for drinks and a fresh pie she just baked. Before she had brought the pie to me.

"Well, I thought by now we should have a chance to get better acquainted. I've not really had much of a chance to make many friends here. So I thought since we are neighbors..." 

I told her I'd pass for now. And then, every week or so, another invitation. NIce. Polite. And friendly.

Saturday she stopped by again. This time she was in a pink golf skirt and a snug little top. Her nice firm breasts and her large brown nipples were showing through the thin, summer fabric. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She looked pretty nice.

It was Saturday afternoon, so I'd already had a few cocktails. I was bored. She is nice. 

I agreed to stop by in a few.

When she opened the door I was very surprised. Instead of the conservative skirt and shirt, she was in a tight, short black lace robe. It wasn't see-through, but it was close. Her legs were in black nylon stockings. She had a black leather choker around her neck. She was smiling as she put a drink in my hand, led me through the house, and out to the patio. 

When she sat down at the table her robe fell open. Her thigh-high stockings were held up with long fancy garters coming down from the bottom of a sexy vintage girdle. The girdle rose up above her waist. The top of the robe was just open enough for me to see a black satin and lace bra under it. She pretended to be embarrassed for letting it open. She waited until I had a good look before pulling it back together and tying the belt back in place. 

I just sat there like an idiot sipping my vodka tonic. What am I supposed to do now? My drink was empty and so was hers.

"Let's get us another drink and I'll give you a little tour of the house. Ok?"

Not waiting for my reply, she stood up, took my hand, and lifted me off the chair and back into the house. I started to realize something was going to happen. She is 3 or 4 inches taller than me. She smells nice. Like an expensive perfume. Her hand feels nice holding mine. I figured the vodka had kicked in. 

Before she took me into her bedroom, she gently pushed me back against the hallway wall. Her hands held mine up on the wall. Pinning them there. Her lips touched mine. Her warm, soft body pressed against me. I could feel her wet tongue pressing between my lips. Opening them. I closed my eyes and opened for it. She rolled it around in my mouth as we kissed. 

"I want you to know, you're really going to enjoy this. But I want to be sure you're ready."

Her robe is completely open. Her bra and girdle, garters, and stockings are so fucking sexy. I can feel her perky breasts pressing against my chest. Her hips are grinding against mine. Her warm hands are holding me against the wall, giving me a clue of who is in charge. But her kisses feel nice. My mouth is wet from her tongue, and I'm hard. "Yeah. I'm sure I'm ready."

One of her hands slips down into my crotch. She gets a handful of my cock and balls.

"Yes, I can tell you are ready. Follow me, you big stud."

Part 2 - The sex

There was no doubt, she was in charge. But she made me feel like I had some control. We started out, while we continued to kiss, groping and fondling and grabbing each other everywhere. She quickly had me undressed. My cock was either in one or both of her hands, or her mouth, the whole time. She loved my cock. I loved that she loved it. 

I really didn't pay any attention to hers. I tried not to notice it. I'd catch a glimpse of it from time to time. Mostly she had it wrapped up in her pretty black lace panties. All of our clothes were off and thrown about, except them. I was a bit concerned about it and did create a distraction for sure. But her perky little breasts were so firm and fun, and her little brown nipples were so tasty! She sucked me off so well, and her smooth warm skin felt so fucking nice, I quickly forgot about it. 

I'd cum a couple of times. I was resting after I drank some vodka. I was laying on my back when she climbed over me. Her panty-covered ass in my face. My cock was in her hands. Looking over her shoulder at me, she pulled her panties aside and spread her ass cheeks over my face. She acted like she was trying to smother me. 

"Give me a good deep licking, baby!"

I kissed and licked her ass like I was eating a pie. I really don't know why I was doing it. But the afternoon was going so well, I felt like I should be a good boy and eat her out. I couldn't see what she was doing. But I was pretty sure she was jerking off. My tongue was up inside her ass when she squealed just like a girl and came all over my chest. 

We laid together for a long time after that. Kissing, touching each other and laughing.

The afternoon rolled along. I liked being with her. 

Eventually, she had my cock in her hands again. We were close. Face to face. She was moving her hands up and down on my cock. She kissed me. She was so nice. So loving and sexual. I think I was falling in love. Or, at least in lust. 

My eyes looked down. My hand seems to move, all on its own. I carefully, slowly, moved it down below her tummy, and over the front of her panties. I gently cupped the bulge. She took a deep breath, let out a little sigh, and squeezed my cock harder in response.

I rubbed the smooth panties feeling her cock grow. Soon the tip of it was poking up from the top of them. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around it. She was purring like a kitten. Kissing and sucking at my neck and my face. I squeezed and rubbed and stroked. I was sucking on one of her nipples when she squealed, filling my hand with warm, slippery goo. I let out a little gasp of my own as I came in her hands, at nearly the same time. 

Later in the shower, I dropped to my knees and sucked her off. In my mind I was thinking of her little cock as a clitty I was stimulating. I licked and kissed and suckled the tip of it. Her hands felt good grabbing my hair and pulling it when she came. 

Before I left for home, she stopped me a the door, going down on me one more time. "For good measure," she said. 

I'm trying to not see her twice a day, every day. But it's difficult. She is right next door. She dresses up in sexy outfits with naughty lingerie. Maybe sometime she will get bored with me and stop calling. But for now, it's "balls to the walls, boys!"