Quinton during quarantine

Sitting in my home office, I get to see the things that happen in my neighborhood that I usually miss. The neighbor lady walking up and down the alley chain smoking. The kids tearing up and down the alley on their scooters. Then there is this one guy, that I've never seen. He's probably 6 feet tall, looks to have a tone build. Not the kind you get from the gym, but just from being a generally fit person.

Every day he walks down the alley around the same time. I've started to wonder where he's going, could it be the corner market, I'd think it was the burger place but they don't open until 11.

The other day, without planning, I was out with my dog right around the time he typically walked by. Of course, since my dog is a meddler, he runs right up to the man I've been seeing everyday and shoves his snout right into his crotch.

I call for him, and the guy starts laughing and crouches down to rub my dogs ears. The smile on his face is gorgeous and my blood starts flowing to my crotch.

"I'm so sorry about that, he love to meet new people..."

"Hey man, no worries, he's a cute dog." The guy says back in a rich, deep, baritone voice.

"Have a good one man, see ya around" he says and continues down the alley.

The man's presence alone was making me blush and sweat. I went back in the house and my husband was still working away at his computer, oblivious to anything outside of the spreadsheets and reports he was buried in.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about that beautiful smile and his heavenly voice.

I made a plan, the next day I would be back out there with the dog, to see what would happen. Sure enough, my mystery man came strolling down the alley, and my dog ran up to him again, nose straight into his crotch.

"Lucky fuckin dog" I thought to myself, as I called him.

"I think your dog likes me..." the guy says to me as I move in their direction, while trying to keep my distance.

"Yeah, he always goes straight for the crotch. Sorry again."

With a chuckle my mystery man says, "I'm Quinton"

"I'm Mike, but everyone calls me Mikey - nice to meet you Quinton." I say back.

"You too Mikey, hopefully we bump into each other again soon." he says with a wink.

"I look forward to it Quinton" I said back, I'm sure he could see the glint in my eye.

Now, I wouldn't say that I'm anything special. Just shy of 6 feet tall, an average build, hairy. My husband always told me that my best features were my ass and my legs, he'd tell me my ass was the most fuckable ass he's ever seen. What's funny is he's told me that for the 10 years we've been together, but ever since his promotion 2 years ago, he only fucks it ever other month if I'm lucky.

I was starting to miss the single life. Being able to go out on a Friday night, get drunk, and ride whoever's cock I wanted. Sometimes have a quickie in the bathroom with some willing stranger.

This man in the alley was making me want to be very naughty. He was giving me that feeling I used to have when I'd be out clubbing. It never mattered who it was that fucked me - I fucked friends, their partners, straight guys, and even a few bartenders or bouncers.

I watched Quinton from my office perch as he walked back down the alley from the direction he came. Since it was Friday, I was sure that I wasn't going to see him again until Monday.

Saturday, I needed to clean up the garage and work on some projects around the yard. I'd opened the garage door, and was puttering around the garage. The last two years of being ignored had led me to put on a few extra pounds, so the shorts I was wearing were pretty tight. I'm sure they made my ass look like it was going to tear out of them.

I was bent over digging into the bottom drawer of an old dresser we had in the garage looking for the gloves we had for landscaping. About the same time that I registered a shadow, I felt something brush against my ass. At first I was sure what happened. I went to stand up, but felt a light pressure on my lower back, encouraging me to stay in that position.

Then I felt the long, hard bulge press against my ass. He was grinding into me hard. I knew it wasn't my husband behind me just from the size of the cock I felt. My husband wasn't very well-endowed. This was a large, fat cock.

Then I heard the beautiful baritone, "You must be a thirsty bitch to wear these shorts out of the house." Quinton said.

"I usually don't" I said dumbly in response.

He pulled me into the standing position and spun me to face him. My eyes ran up and down his body, noting the incredible tent in his basketball shorts.

"I didn't think I'd see you out here today, seeing as it's Saturday." I said, not caring if it gave away the fact that I noticed him.

"I walk the alley every day for exercise Mikey. Have you been watching me?"

I simply pulled my eyes from his gaze and nodded. He put his hand under my chin and pulled my chin up so I had to look him in the eye again.

"I been looking forward to seeing you the last few days Mikey. I don't know what it is about you. I don't even get this hard for my wife."

He leaned forward and tentatively pecked my lips. Closing his eyes as he got closer, and opening them again as he pulled back.

He must have seen the hunger in my eyes, because he gave a slight nod. Encouraging me to dive back into the kiss. We were kissing like two kids on a first date. Wet, messy, frenzied, hungry kissing.

I pulled back for air. "Maybe we should close the door?" I said, nodding toward the large garage door that was open.

After closing the door, he came back to me pressed his body to mine. Snaking his arms around, he kneaded my ass cheeks like dough.

"I've jerked off so many times the last few days thinking about this ass." He growled into my ear.

Sliding my hand between us, I gripped his cock, and said, "I've spent a lot of time wondering what this would be like. I never dreamed it would be this big."

"Careful baby, I don't want to go shooting my load in my shorts." he said to me with a grin, pulling back away.

I locked eyes with him and dropped to my knees. Without breaking eye contact, I pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down over his throbbing cock. It slapped me in the chin as it snapped up from its confines. The angry purple head of his cock glistened with precum. A fat, impressive vein snaked down the bottom of his shaft, as if to mark the middle point.

I slid my tongue out and lapped at the slit. Savoring the taste of his essence as I swallowed it. His precum was tangy. Closing my mouth around the shaft, I slid my tongue around the head a few times, before plunging as far as my mouth would allow. His girth was impressive and threatened to dislodge my jaw.

Clearly he understood the onus of having a cock the size of his, because he was so gentle. he cupped my cheeks but didn't fuck into my throat, or pull me to him. He let me do the work and savor him.

I was able to work up to getting at least 7 of his 9.5 inches into my throat, but my body rejected going further. Luckily my gag reflex isn't violent.

By now, he had one of the leather garden gloves between his teeth, biting down on it. A sheen of sweat glistened on his body, as the heat was building in the closed space. I could tell he was getting close. His body was starting to twitch and shake.

Spitting out the glove, "Fuck baby, I'm going to breed your throat." he said.

Doubling down, I sank as far as I could down his shaft and felt his hand rest on the back of my head.

His cock started to swell. As I felt it growing, I pulled back slightly, so his cock head rested on my tongue. I wanted to taste this mans savory load.

The first shot hit the back of my throat hard. As it filled my mouth, the second, then third, fourth, were filling my mouth. I was swallowing as quickly as I could, and was barely keeping up with him, until by the 7th or 8th shot he was spent.

Once I was able to get the load down, I cleaned off his cock head and looked back up at him, realizing I'd gotten lost in his cock. The look on his face was heart stopping. Not because he was angry or disgusted, but because it was a look of contentment and pure lust.

He attacked my mouth with hunger. I'm sure he could taste the remnants of his load on my tongue, but he didn't seem to care.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead on mine, "I have to get home, but this isn't the last time baby. That was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had Mikey."

I bent down and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth quickly, "I missed a spot" I said, with a grin.

"Gimme your phone" he said.

Obviously, I handed it over, and watched as he typed in his number.

"Next time your husband goes out of town, let me know."

With that he was out the door of the garage. It took a minute for me to register 2 things - he knew I had a husband, and he watched us enough to know that Andy traveled for work. Maybe it wasn't me who started this?

So much for social distancing.