It’s Friday and I just fucked our neighbor’s wife. I don’t know his real name. Everyone calls him Junior. His wife’s name is Dolores. I’m guessing that they’re in their early 30’s. Maybe 33, which would make her about 12 years older than me and about the same number of years ounger than my parents.

My parents are visiting my sister for the weekend. I’m going to finish packing tomorrow and then head off to university for my senior year. I’ll stop by my sister’s house on the way. In the mean time I have the run of the house for a few days.

I was putting the lawn mower away when I saw Junior leave for work. He works the second shift at the tire plant on the other side of town. As I closed the garage door and was about to walk back into the house, I saw Dolores struggling with the ladder in her garage across the street. I walked over and asked if she needed a hand.

“I have a few boxes that I want to move into the crawl space upstairs. Can you lend a hand?” she asked in a warm voice.

I grabbed the ladder and walked towards the front door. She closed the garage door and ran around to open the door for me. She pointed me up the stairs to the landing on the second floor. At the top of the stairs I setup the ladder below the crawl space entrance in the ceiling.

“If you climb up to the crawl space, I can hand the boxes up to you.”

After climbing the ladder and opening the crawl space entrace, I looked down as Dolores was bending over to pickup the first box. She was wearing a loose-fitting summer dress with a low cut front and no bra. The hem line stopped just above her knees. It was short, but it wasn’t a
mini. As her dress sagged forward I had a perfect view of her tits. When my eyes shifted towards hers, I knew she had caught me looking down her dress. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swear I saw a whisper of a smile cross her lips.

There were four boxes and with each box she waited until I had placed the previous box in the crawl space before bending over to pick up the next, rewarding me with a quick exposure of her tits. By the fourth box, I could feel my cock getting mangled in my tight fitting jeans.

There was plenty of space behind the ladder, but as I climbed down Dolores stood to the side with her back to the wall. She was only inches away and it was my turn to catch her glancing at the bulge in my jeans. As I reached the floor, I noticed her face was a bit flush. It was at that
moment that I knew I was going to fuck her.

I grabbed the ladder and headed down the stairs. She guided me through a small pantry to the back entrance of the garage. I leaned the ladder against the wall and walked back into the pantry. The pantry wasn’t wide enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder. Dolores
was standing with her back to a storage shelf. As I turned sideways to shuffle past her, she reach up and put her hand behind my neck and pulled my head towards her.

Our lips locked, then our mouths and finally I could feel her warm tongue sliding into my mouth.