Suzanne Portnoy

I have a very hot, very tolerant neighbour. Five foot two or thereabouts with brown, shoulder length hair, big brown eyes and  the firmest, cutest body I think my teenage son has ever seen, I know I am very lucky to have her. Not only does she put up with my garden antics which I’m sure she has witnessed from time to time (two of her windows overlook my garden) but she does so with a sense of humour. Over the past month we’ve become a little closer due to the fact that I had no hot water and she has a very nice shower. I’m not certain but fairly confident that the single woman who occupied the house before her moved out when she could no longer bear to look out her windows for fear of what she might encounter. She stopped talking to me shortly after I’d had a sex party in my garden. Well, none of the other neighbours seemed to mind.

Two weeks ago, after having a shower my HN (Hot Neighbour) said to me, ‘Did you read in the papers the other day about the woman who got an ASBO (Anti Social Behaviour Order) for parading around naked in her garden?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘I must have missed that story.’

‘You better be careful,’ she said laughing. ‘If you ever piss me off, you might be getting one of those.’

‘I’ll bear that in mind,’ I said, also laughing.

With that thought in my head, I stepped naked into my garden last night, followed by my two favourite fun guys, Greg and Steve. The rain had only recently stopped and the sandstone tiles were glistening. As I stepped in the tub, I turned around to look at the surrounding houses. Two rooms had their lights on next door but I couldn’t see anyone in the rooms. The house on the other side of mine had three lights on but again, I couldn’t see anyone moving around in them. Then there was the house behind mine. That one looked all dark. I sank down in the 39 degree water, Steve and Greg by my side.

‘Oh, I’d forgotten how great this is,’ said Steve. ‘What a way to spend a Saturday night.’

‘Yes, it’s not bad, is it?’ I said whilst stradding Greg’s thick cock and grabbing onto the side of the tub. I love it for the way I can get into all sorts of acrobatic positions that I’d never be able to accomplish out of the water. The water was washing away my fluids as fast as I was producing them but once the big head of his cock slid through the entrance, he went in easily. We kissed and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of us. We have a special kind of intimacy. Not the intimacy of two people who love each other but the intimacy of two people who have known each other a long time.

Advice for Boys and Girls: If you want to keep the lust alive in your relationship (fuck buddy or otherwise), see your partner every six weeks. After four years, we’ve not had one bad night and it just keeps getting better.

I could feel his thick cock swell inside me as I slowly rode the shaft, gripping the head with my pussy as it neared the top. The air was the perfect temperature, just slightly cool so that each time I lifted my body I felt a slight chill and then the warmth again as I entered the water and ground down on his cock.

Reaching behind me, I took my left hand and reached for Steve’s cock. Nine inches and already fully erect, I slowly started milking him, not with any goal in mind but just enjoying the water and the feeling of having two cocks to play with. I’d been with the guys for almost a year now and we had developed a rhythm, building up the excitement and then taking it down again. I knew it would be at least two hours before anyone orgasmed. Then Steve moved around, sitting on the edge of the tub and placing his cock in my mouth, I sucked and licked him, working the head and then moving down the shaft until he was deep in my throat. Greg was still inside me, fucking me so slowly it was almost unnoticeable but still, with Steve’s cock in my mouth, we were now moving into ASBO territory.

I looked around. Still no movement in any of the rooms facing the tub.

Then I lifted off Greg’s cock, turned around and stood in the tub, my ass now facing Greg. He knew that was the signal to enter me from behind and he was in so quickly, Steve laughed. ‘You didn’t waste any time there, did you? he said while moving around the tub so that his cock was directly in front of me. I grabbed it with my mouth and soon he was so hard I thought he might lose it right there and then. ‘Oh, fuck,’ he said and I could feel the veins start to throb. Then he pulled back. He was the master of self-control. Greg could last for hours but once he got in my ass, I knew where it was going whereas Steve could seemingly fuck all day and night and never come.

After forty minutes or so we retreated back to the house and moved into the bedroom, where we stayed until we passed out on my bed, fully satiated and totally exhausted. Another evening had passed and I’d avoided getting an ASBO. It was a good night.