"A Surprise Visit"
Warning: This content is very Raunchy, Erotic and contains strong language but is meant for good entertainment, a contribution by a "The Cat"...Enjoy!
A Surprise Visit
by: The Cat
MAR 99
Let me begin my story by briefly describing to you how this very unusual
encounter with one of our neighbors came about.
My dad, about a year and a half ago, recieved a big promotion at work.
The
newest vice president, I think. The previous one having `retired' after
some
kind of scandel. But this is what made the neighborhood were we now live
affordable. And after several months of waiting and watching, a house
came up
for sale. My parents jumped on it. It was pure chance that this
particular house
became available.
That was a year ago.
The neighborhood is really nice. Near a major university in Dallas. The
houses
are older, smaller, and typically two story. And all the houses sit on
half acre
lots surrounded by eight foot high brick walls. Heavey solid wood doors
open
into each neighbor's yard and are usually kept padlocked. We're talking
people
very seriously concerned with throwing private backyard parties and not
having
anyone see what goes on or who attends. I've heard rumers about some
wild
parties being held in this neighborhood. Most of these backyards are
heavely
landscaped and many also have pools and jacuzzis.
Like the young yuppy couple that live next to us. You know the type. Mid
thirties, both are tall, slender and good looking. Very intense people
whether
it's work or play. You might say it's that kind of neighborhood.
On our other side lives an older woman. I say older. She's thirty six.
Her
name's Carla and she's been widowed for several years. Very good
looking. I see
her either outside or in the gym working out almost every day. I've had
the
pleasure of seeing her workout in her backyard in nothing more than the
tinyest
of string bikinis in the shade of her covered patio. Maybe five foot
three with
long curly brown hair that falls past her shoulders and a body that just
won't
quit. A fantastic figure with nice full breasts, tight round cheeks,
flat
abdomen. Her hips are about as wide as her chest. If I had to guess, I'd
say
36C-25-37. Nice shapely muscular legs and wide calves.
I had just come home for summer vacation after my second year at
college. My
parents, particularly my dad, were horrified when I told them I was
going into
dance. They wanted me to become a lawyer, or some other type of fat ass,
and sit
behind a desk making big bucks and getting heart attacks. And I hastily
added
that I was not gay.
I had discovered after taking a dance class, just to fill some credits
my first
year at college, that I really liked it. And I had no hang ups at all
about
wearing tights. In fact I loved it a lot. I loved to see the women in my
ballet
classes wearing skin tight black leotards and semi-sheer pink tights
with seams
running up the backs, disappearing under the curving V of the leotard.
The
thrill of being on stage. Did I mention the women in skin tight clothes?
At the same time, I also had no illusions about ever really becomming a
member
of a serious dance troop. I simply hadn't started dancing early enough
and would
never be that good. But I still loved dance, performing on stage, and
everything
that went with it. You don't go into dance for the money.
Since I don't have to work during the summer months, I consider myself
very
lucky in that respect, I decided to continue practicing dance. So I
enrolled in
a dance studio nearby. Roughly four hours of classes, five days a week.
Mostly
ballet and modern classes.
During the afternoon hours, my parents usually work late into the
evenings, I
like to put on a thong or g-string and go out on the back porch and do
an hour
or so of stretching. Since I started dance late in life I wasn't at all
as
limber and flexible as I needed to be. Usually I would think about my
girlfriend
at college and my shaft would become rigid thinking about her and I in
bed
together. My thong or g-sting buldged out as my shaft swelled with
blood. She
had gotten me into the habbit of wearing them. I wish she were here now.
I
couldn't wait for the fall semester to start. And to make matters worse,
sometimes I would see my neighbor on her second floor porch, in her long
red
silk and lace bathrobe, watching me. I think she purposely let's it hang
open. I
would catch glimpses of her pale skin underneath. She'll see me and
wave. The
front of her robe being pulled open to one side as she waves, reveling
glimpses
of her luscious naked body. She would take her sweet time pulling it
closed and
pretend to blush. She wasn't fooling anyone with this ploy. I wonder how
many
neighbors she's suduced this way.
A few weeks later mom and dad decided to fly to London for four weeks
for a
vacation. Without me. I think it was a kind of punishment for going into
dance
and not becomming a lawyer. They gave me the usual, `Have any problems
just call
us at the hotel.' speech. Right. And just what do they think they can do
from
London? I drove them to the airport and saw them off yesterday morning.
This morning a box appeared on the front porch along with our mail. I
hadn't
ordered any dancewear, and my parents weren't expecting any packages
that I knew
of. Then I noticed that this plain brown cardboard box sealed with duct
tape
only had my name written on the top in black marker. No return address.
No
postal stamp. Just my name. Like someone knew I was the only person left
in the
house for a month. Well, several of our neighbors knew this fact. I was
sure it
wasn't a bomb so I opened it.
There was a note on top of some clothes. It read, `Remove all your body
hair
below the neck and wear only these in your backyard tomorrow night at
midnight.
An Admirer.' There were also detailed instructions on what type of shoes
to by,
and told me do get ready to do a little roleplaying. I pulled out the
clothes. I
wasn't sure about this persoon's choice of clothes. It was a costume
actually.
And I assumed my admirer was a woman or this would be a very short
meeting.
The next morning I went to the mall, minutes after it opened, and into a
woman's
shoe store. Figuring that a minimum number of people would be in the
store at
that hour, trying to minimize my embarressent trying on women's boots.
Flat
heels of course. And I got one or two funny looks but it wasn't nearly
as bad as
I imagined it to be, and I managed to endure it.
I thought getting letters from unknown admirers happened only to women.
Not to
men. None the less, I was beginning to get excited. The anticipation of
learning
who my admirer was was getting to be fairly intense. Kind of like
waiting to go
on stage. It was a strange request too. As if buying women's boots
isn't. Remove
all body hair? Ok, I was willing. That afternoon I began soaking in a
hot bath
with some lightly scented oil from mom's drawer. Then began carefully
removing
all my hair with a razor. When I was finished and had rinsed in the
shower I
decided I liked the look and feel of being hairless. My skin was smooth
to the
touch. I would definately have to keep doing it.
During the day I kept looking outside. Watching the trees bend and sway
from the
warm Spring winds. I otherwise passed the time watching TV but couldn't
really
focus on it. I kept wondering about my admirer. Wondering what would
happen. I
assumed it was a woman. Would she just come on to me? She wants to do
some kind
of roleplaying. Which I'd done several times before with my lover at
college.
You know, like going out to a bar with her dressed up like a hooker and
I pick
her up and pay for her services. Nothing much. She's also in the dance
program
and we both hit it off instantly. I wondered what my admirer looked
like.
Someone I already knew? Had met once somewhere and she lived nearby? A
neighbor?
Finally, about eleven I went to my bedroom and put the costume on.
Thinking I'd
get out there a little early and just kind of walk around in it while I
waited
for my admirer to appear.
I slipped on sheer blue pantyhose. There was no darker top panty of any
kind and
they had a neat slit cut and sewn in the front seam for my manhood to
hang out
of. I pulled on the black boots I had bought early that day. They had a
turned
down top that hit at the widest part of my calf. I don't know, I could
get into
this. Then a red lycra longsleeve turtleneck leotard with high cut legs.
A
nice tight fit. On the chest was a blue with white edging five pointed
star
design. The long semi-circular golden yellow cape snapped across the
shoulders
of the leotard and hung just past my knees. Pie shaped sections were
added to
give it more flair at the bottom. A tight yellow elastic belt, with an
oval
buckle, went around my waist. Finally I glued on the silver eye mask.
The style
Robin wore in the Batman movies.
My sac was cupped tightly but comfortablely by the stretchy lycra and my
rod was
getting hard as it touched and rubbed between the silky fabric and the
nylon. It
felt really erotic against my hairless body. The smoothness of the nylon
on my
hips and legs and the lycra on my upper body. I looked down at my
erection which
was fully visible under the tight material. Every vein and curve of my
fat eight
inch cock stood out. I stepped out onto the back porch feeling kind of
nervous
and excited. Forcing myself to breath slowly, trying to calm myself.
I became aware of the night. I mean really aware of the sounds and
sights. The
sound of the winds whipping thru the trees. Where earlier I was just
watching
them. Even in our backyard with it's eight foot wall the wind dipped and
blew
thru our landscaped yard. Few people were out driving tonight. The sound
of only
a few cars driving down the street could be heard. My eyes adjusted to
the
darkness. A street light shines on the street several houses down but
little
of it's light gets back here. I begin to feel the part of a superhero.
Invulnerable. The winds blowing my cape around my body covered in skin
tight
nylon and lycra. Even my loins respond to the anticipation and erotic
superhero
sensations. I find I like this.
I was at the far end of our yard. The lush landscaping hid me fairly
well as my,
and I assume it was my admirer, opened the gate on Carla's side, and
entered our
yard. I admit I thought to unlock it earlier as per the note. Was it
Carla? I
couldn't believe it, but it fit with everything that's happened since
we've
moved in. And a sigh of relief went thru me as I could easily see it was
a
woman, and well built at that. Maybe it was her. But that's all I could
really
see from this distance. She left the gate open several feet, proping it
so with
a large rock. Then I watched as her hips swayed sensuously as she walked
slowly
onto the farthest end of our patio. Her legs spread wide and her hands
rested on
her hips in true superhero fashion. She stood on the middle section of
our
wooden deck and looked at the house as her long black cape blew off to
one
side. Waiting for me to come out. I wish I had a wrist watch right now.
Her back
was to me and it was a fantastic view. Luck was on my side what with the
howling
of the wind covering small noises I might make. All I had to do was move
slowly
enough.
I easily crept up to within about twenty feet of her and stood on the
farthest
edge of the deck. I could see her costume very clearly now. Mostly in
black. Her
black cape fell to her ankles and was trimmed with a two inch purple
ribbon all
the way around. It must have been of a light material like chiffon. The
wind
blew it almost straight to the side from her shoulders. It was a full
circle
around her luscious form. Short black vinyl ankle boots with stiletto
heels.
Sheerest of purple pantyhose, like the one's I'm wearing. No darker
panty of any
kind. And no underwear either. I felt myself getting really hard under
my
leotard. The top of her pantyhose disappeared under a shiny black vinyl
bustierre that barely held her full breasts in. A row of silver buckles
ran down
the front starting just below her breasts. The pale skin of her
uncovered arms
was a stark contrast to the rest of her. Black leather gloves covered
her hands
and a simple eye mask like the one I was wearing, but in black, covered
her
eyes. Her long curly brown hair was also blowing to one side. It had to be
Carla. Her
hair was a dead give away.
I was supprised and delighted to discover it was her, and I wondered
what this
would do to our neighborly relations. Would I have a second lover next
door?
Would it continue? Would we be able to keep it a secret? What about my
lover/girlfriend back at college? Questions I'll ponder later.
I stood and waited for maybe ten minutes, damn I wish I had a watch with
me, for
her to notice me. She turned suddenly and I jumped slightly.
"You won't get away from me that easily." I said.
Carla laughed lightly. "Getting away isn't what I had in mind. So you
are the
vaulted, Mr America. As for me, you may call me Mistress."
She began to move toward me. Slowly. Her hips swaying. Her whole body
dripping a
raw animal kind of sexuality. My erection became rock hard as I held my
ground.
"I think Jailbird would be more appropriate, and that's just where I'm
going
with you."
"Again. I think not."
It was becomming painfully clear she was easily gaining control of the
situation. Of our roleplaying confrontation.
"Before this night is over, Mr. America, I will have you in my bed." Her
voice
was low and she spoke as though she was simply stating a fact.
She walked past me and my eyes followed her past my side. Her hand
reached out
and rested on my shoulder. Ever so lightly and caressed it's way around
my back
as she circled around to my other side and stood in front of me. Her
breasts
were only inches from my chest and her hand now rested on my left hip. I
could
smell her perfume mixed with her own scent. Funny, but I seemed to
recognize it.
Then it came to me, and I smilled. It was the same perfume my girlfriend
at
college like to wear when we go out.
Carla put her face close to mine. "Tonight, Mr. America, you will be
mine!" She
whispered intently.
Carla let her hand caress it's way around my front and stroked my shaft
thru my
leotard. She knew just how to stroke a man too. Her finger tips up and
down
along my length feeling the large ridge running from the base of my head
to my
sac. She gently cupped my balls and her leathered fingers fondled them
ever so
exquisitly.
I half closed my eyes and heard myself let out a soft moan of delight
and I felt
my body relaxing. I hadn't realized how tense I really was from the
anticipation
of meeting my admirer.
I let my arms unfold from my chest and my hand slipped around her hips
and
caressed her nylon covered cheeks. And my fingers explored the pantyhose
seam
that ran tightly between them. I thought I heard a soft moan from Carla.
Maybe
it was just the wind.
I felt my body become totally relaxed and at the same time increadibly
sexually
stimulated. Like running your hand up a woman's skirt, up her pantyhosed
covered
leg, to her hips and not concern yourself with the reality of her skirt
rising
up to her waist. This was heaven.
"Now Mr. America, I think it's time you join me in bed."
I was supprised when Carla backed up and a pair of arms wrapped around
me from
behind. I felt a woman's body pressing against my back. Her roleplaying
note
hadn't said anything about another player, but I decided to play along.
At least
it was a woman helping her. This could become really kinky if all three
of us
got in bed together. I had never even dreamed of doing anything like
having sex
with two woman at the same time.
"You tricked me, Mistress."
I made a token struggle and gave up.
"But of course, Mr. America, but of course." Carla laughed at my
prediciment.
Then turning serious she said. "Take him to my bed chambers."
I tried to discover who the woman was holding me. The scent of Carla's
perfume
had become stronger and a new scent seemed to be mixing with it. I
guessed it
must be Carla's partner. It some how seemed familiar. Carla lead the way
up to
her bedroom. I followed with my hands being held behind me by her
helper.
The lights were down low in Carla's house and only a strand of tiny
white
christmas tree lights hung between the four posts of her king size bed.
Illuminating the pedistal, or alter of sex, as it were.
Carla said. "You won't need this."
And she jerked my cape from my shoulders. Six tiny snaps popped and she
tossed
it against the wall. They layed me down on the bed, with it's beige
satin
sheets, and tied my wrists to the wooden slats of the headboard. I made
a show
of struggling but gave up.
I could now see the second woman. She was almost as tall as Carla but
more
slender. She had a body like my girlfriends, a lean and muscular dance
body with
firm B size breasts. In the dance world that's large. But that's were
the
likeness ended. This woman had D size breasts and a shaved pussy. Her
hair was
red, curly and fell about her shoulders and sides of her face to her mid
back. Her costume was a simple purple bodystocking with a hole in the
crouch.
Black stiletto heel pumps, a tight black lycra longsleeve turtleneck top
that
stopped just below her breasts, covering only her large breasts and
arms. A
fanciful feathered eye mask that hid most of her face and she never
spoke a
word.
"Me first." Carla said in a deep suductive voice.
Carla pulled my leotard crotch back reveling my erection and strattled
my hips,
lowering her round hips on me. I haddn't realized before this, but the
cotton
crotch of her pantyhose had been cut out. She twisted them as she
impailed
herself. Resting her hands on either side of my chest she began pumping
my tool.
Jerking her hips back on my cock as she slid along my lycra covered
body. She
kept tightening her pussy muscles and it was too much. My loins spasmed
and I
quickly shot a load of cum deep into her love tunnel.
"Oooh Mr. America, I am sooooooo disapointed in you. I thought you would
have
been able to stay up forever. You'll just have to finish me off with
your
tongue."
And with that she swung her leg over me and placed her dripping pussy
over my
mouth. I tasted my cum as I buried my tongue between her swollen lips
and sucked
hard. Not to far from cumming I thought. I pressed and licked at her
spot and it
didn't take long for her to shudder with an orgasm. I sucked her juices
as they
oozed out of her.
She dropped on my chest and lay panting.
"Not to bad, Mr. America. Not, to bad..."
Carla climbed off and stood next to the bed and the other woman.
"Let's give him a little show to help get him back up."
The two woman began kissing. I never knew Carla had bi feelings. Their
luscious
bodies pressing and rubbing. Her hands caressed the other woman's back
down to
her tight round cheeks for several long minutes. Actually I was getting
so
arroused watching them I could really tell you how long they kissed and
caressed
each other. As soon as they saw I was erect again they pulled apart.
"Next...?"
The other woman strattled my hips and lowered herself so her lips were
just
around my head and jerked her hips back. My cock slammed into the end of
her
tight pussy and she began a long slow pumping. Carla moved behind us and
kneeled
down at the end of the bed to watch my cock slip in and out of her
helper's
hips. I could hear her moan with erotic delight. Since I had already
just cum I
was nowhere near ready to cum again. And again, I don't know how long
this other
woman impailed herself on my shaft. But it seemed like a long time,
until she
began quickling her pace. It was then that felt my loins fill with
pleasure, and
I hoped she would cum soon. I balls tightened and I began to pump my
seed deep
into her hot juicy cunt just as she began shivering. Then several quick
bucks
and she collasped on my chest.
She lay there breathing heavely for several seconds feeling the warmth
of our
bodies. Our sents mixing, before finally sitting up. She smiled warmly
at me.
Carla untied my hands.
"I think we've had enough fun for one evening, don't you Carla?"
I was very supprised. "Sonja!?"
She pulled off her mask and pulled out the two D size padded falsies.
"Yes
Peter, it's me. I, we, thought it would be a fun supprise."
"I'll say."
We hugged each other long and hard, kissing a wet passionate
kiss.
"When did you get in?"
"The day you delivered your parents to the airport."
Carla broke in. "Tell you what. Let's all get undressed and share my bed
together for the night. We'll tell you the whole story tomorrow
morning."
We practically ripped our costumes off and climbed into Carla's bed.
Just enough
room for all three of us. Of course, Sonja and I spent the next half
hour with
my hips between her thighs while Carla watched.
Finally we calmed down and I layed between them as we drifted off to
sleep.
The next morning, we sat around Carla's kitchen table sipping hot
coffee. Like
our house, it looked out into her backyard and pool area. She in her
long red
lace silk bathrobe, Sonja in a large t-shirt and short white socks, me
in spair
XL black silk boxers she kept for such occassions.
"All right, you promised to tell me all about it in the morning. Who
wants to
start."
Sonja spoke up after a little giggling. "I'll start. Well Peter,
yesterday
morning while you were obviously taking your parents to the airport I
arrived at
your house for a supprise visit. I took the bus from college, then a cab
to your
house. While I was standing their on your porch waiting for someone to
answer
the doorbell, Carla came out, said hi, and that you'd be back in an hour
or so.
She invited me in for something to drink and we got to talking..."
Carla cut in. "One thing lead to another and our conversation turned to
you,
dance, and eventually, sex. Since she wanted to supprise you I suggested
a
little roleplaying. We talked and decided she could stay in my spare
guest room
for as long as she wanted. Then we ran out to a seamstress I know and
had your
costume made and delivered it the next morning. The next day we ran
around and
bought some clothes, and had parts of our costumes made."
"What little their was of them."
They giggled again.
Carla continued. "Then we simply waited for midnight to roll around and
the fun
to begin."
I looked at my girlfriend. "Sonja, now let me see it I understand you.
You're
saying that it's alright for me to make love with other women?" I asked
tenuously.
"Certainly not! I am the only woman you'll ever need! But, Carla and I
have
talked enough these last two days, and as long as you or she don't get
possessive about each other, I don't mind you sharing her bed during the
summer.
Since I can't be here to satisfy you."
"Oooh..."
Carla added. "And I know it's strickly a temperary summer fling. And you
won't
ever have to worry about Sonja and I sharing a bed. Neither of us are
into other
women, just men. Now, having cleared all that up, how about grabbing our
suits
and having a dip in the pool?"
We looked at each other, and a unanimous, yes came from Sonja and I.
EPILOGUE.
Sonja stayed until the day before I drove to the airport to pick up my
parents
from their vacation in Europe. Only two weeks before my return to
college, my
lover and girlfriend Sonja, and our dance classes.