A Neighbourly Affair (Helen Skelton)

[Ellessio]

Disclaimer: This did not happen. Fantasy is legal.

Codes: MF, Oral, Creampie

Celebrities: Helen Skelton

A Neighbourly Affair

Helen stood in her kitchen, her slender fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of tea. The early morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the polished countertops and gleaming chrome appliances. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her delicate yet firm jawline. Her hazel eyes, usually bright and energetic, today bore the weight of unspoken frustrations. The silence of the house was a stark contrast to the noisy, demanding world of television, but it was a silence that had begun to feel oppressive. The echoes of her own footsteps seemed to mock her solitude. Her divorce had rocked her world, throwing it into chaos, exacerbated by her ex having a child with another woman while she had been recovering from her own pregnancy.

Her gaze drifted out to the garden, where she could see her young neighbour, Sam, already busy at work. At 19, he was the picture of vitality, his muscles rippling under the thin fabric of his t-shirt as he tended to her overgrown hedges. The sight of him was both comforting and maddening. Comforting because he was reliable, always there to help with the never-ending list of chores she never seemed to have the time or energy to tackle herself. Maddening because he was a constant reminder of the youthful exuberance she felt she was losing, the kind that didn't come with a 41-year-old body that had borne three children and endured the strains of a recent divorce. She knew she was still a fit, attractive woman, but the thought of competing with the fresh-faced starlets she worked alongside on a daily basis was exhausting.

Setting her mug down with a sigh, Helen decided that today would be different. She needed a release, a way to feel alive again. And she knew exactly who could provide it. Sam had always had a certain look in his eyes when he was around her, a look that spoke of desire and curiosity. And, of course, he was a cute, very fit young man, that she was attracted to. It was time to act on that unspoken tension. She took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and marched towards the back door, her heart pounding in anticipation.

Stepping into the garden, she called out to Sam, her voice carrying the authority of a woman who knew what she wanted. "Sam," she said, her tone laced with a hint of urgency. "Could you come inside for a moment?"

Sam looked up, the shears paused in mid-air, and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His eyes widened slightly as he took in her flustered appearance. Nodding, he made his way over to her, the grass crunching under his heavy boots. "What's up, Helen?"

"I've got a... a bit of a problem," she began, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. "It's not really a DIY thing, but I was hoping you could help me with it."

Sam looked at her quizzically, setting the shears down on the patio. "What kind of problem?"

"Let's go inside and discuss it." she said, her voice a little shaky, and she turned, leading the way back into the house.

Her heart was racing as she closed the door behind him, her palms damp with a mix of nerves and excitement. She had never been one to make the first move, but desperation had a way of shifting boundaries. She took him to the living room, gesturing for him to sit on the plush sofa, while she remained standing, fidgeting slightly.

"I... I need you to do something for me, Sam," she began, her voice a little wobbly. "Something that's not exactly in your job description."

Sam's eyes searched hers, curiosity piqued. "Okay, what is it?"

Helen took a deep breath and blurted out, "I need you to fuck me." The words hung in the air, bold and unapologetic. Sam's eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape. For a moment, he didn't move, as if he hadn't heard her correctly. But the heat in her gaze and the way she licked her lips told him she was serious.

"I know this is... unexpected," she continued, her voice a little softer now. "But I've had a rough time lately, and I just need to feel something other than stress and loneliness."

Sam sat there, stunned. His mind raced with thoughts, his heart thumping like a drum in his chest. He had fantasized about this moment countless times, but never in his wildest dreams did he think it would actually happen. He looked at her, really looked at her, not just as his neighbour but as a woman who was desperate for release. The desire in her eyes was unmistakable, and suddenly, he realized the power he had in this moment.

He stood up and took a step closer to her, his movements slow and deliberate. "Are you sure about this, Helen?" he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.

Her gaze never left his as she nodded. "Yes, Sam. I've never been more sure of anything." She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. "Unless you don't want me..." her voice trailed off.

Sam took a deep breath, his hand covering hers. "Do you know how often I've dreamt about this, Helen?"

Her eyes searched his, a hint of surprise in them. "You... you have?"

He lowered his face to hers and kissed her, softly at first, tentatively, as if testing the waters. But when she responded with a passion that matched his own, he deepened the kiss, his hands finding their way to her waist and then up to her breasts. He could feel them swell beneath his touch, her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Helen's body responded instinctively, arching into his touch, her hands tangling in his hair. She had forgotten how good it felt to be desired, to be touched with such hunger and urgency. The feeling was intoxicating, and she moaned into his mouth as he began to unbutton her shirt, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation.

Once her shirt was open, Sam stepped back, his eyes devouring the sight of her ample breasts, the nipples already erect and begging for attention. He reached out and cupped one in his hand, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. Helen gasped, her head falling back, and Sam took it as an invitation to lean in and take it into his mouth. He sucked and licked, teasing the nipple until it was a tight, pink bud, eliciting whimpers of pleasure from her.

Her hands found his belt, her urgency growing with each passing second. She fumbled with the buckle, desperate to feel his hardness against her skin. Finally, it gave way, and she slid her hand into his pants, wrapping her fingers around his large cock. It was thick and hot, and she could feel it pulsing with need. She stroked him gently at first, her touch growing bolder as he moaned against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. She knelt down, pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift movement. His erection sprang free, and she took it in her mouth, eager to show him just how much she wanted him.

Sam's hands were in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She could feel him tense as she reached down to cup his balls, her fingers playing with the sensitive skin.

"Oh Helen, that is amazing." he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as she took him deeper into her mouth. His hands tightened in her hair, gently pushing her down further until she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but didn't pull away, her eyes watering with the effort. She had missed this feeling of being wanted, of being needed, and she was determined to give him everything he desired.

Pulling back, she took a moment to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with lust. "Take me to bed," she whispered, standing up and leading him by the hand.

In the bedroom, the curtains were drawn, casting a soft, intimate light across the room. The large, inviting bed was unmade, the sheets tangled from a restless night of sleep. Sam's heart hammered in his chest as he followed her, his cock bobbing with each step. In the bedroom, they stripped each others clothes off and he lay on top of Helen, kissing her neck and shoulders, his tongue tracing a hot, wet path down to her breasts. He sucked and licked her nipples, feeling them grow harder under his ministrations. He kissed down her body to her sex, the scent of her arousal filling the air, making his cock throb even more.

Helen spread her legs eagerly, her hands gripping the sheets as Sam's tongue slid between her folds. She gasped as he found her clit, flicking and circling it with the tip of his tongue. Her hips began to buck against his face, her need for release becoming more urgent by the second. He slid two fingers into her wet pussy, pumping them in and out as he continued to tease her clit. She could feel the tension building, her body tightening like a coil ready to snap.

"Sam, oh God, Sam," she moaned, her breath hitching as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her toes curl. Her orgasm washed over her, a wave of pure, unbridled pleasure that left her trembling and gasping for air. Sam didn't stop, though, his movements growing more insistent as he brought her to the edge again. He wanted her to cum again from his tongue and fingers, to know that she was his, that he could make her feel like this whenever she needed it.

Her second climax was even more intense than the first, her body arching off the bed as she screamed his name. Sam felt a surge of pride and desire, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. He moved up her body, aligning himself with her slick opening. She was wet and ready for him, her eyes begging for it. He kissed her as he slid inside her, his girth stretching her tight pussy in a way that made her moan into his mouth.

The feeling of her warm, velvety walls surrounding him was almost too much to handle. He had to fight the urge to thrust into her with all the force of his passion. Instead, he took it slow, letting her adjust to his size. Each inch felt like heaven, her pussy gripping him like a glove. He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes as he pushed deeper, watching her pupils dilate with each stroke. He made love to her with a gentle fierceness, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Helen's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she met each of his thrusts with an eager lift of her hips. Her hands roamed over his broad shoulders, her nails digging in as she climbed closer to another peak. She threw her head back, her hair cascading over the pillows, as she cried out with each deep penetration.

Sam watched her face, his own a mask of concentration as he worked to bring her to the brink once more. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening with each stroke. But he held back, wanting to make this last, to give her every ounce of pleasure she deserved. His hand found hers, their fingers interlocking as they moved together, a silent promise of what was to come.

Helen's breath grew ragged, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the sensation of Sam's cock moving within her. Her body was alive with sensation, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. She could feel the pressure building again, the coil in her stomach tightening. "Sam, I'm going to cum," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea for more.

"Cum for me, Helen." he urged her, his voice a low growl. "Let me feel you come all over me." His words sent her over the edge. She tightened around him, her pussy clenching in spasms of pleasure as she came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire. Sam groaned, feeling her walls contract around him, and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum. She felt his warmth flood her, the sensation sending her own climax spiraling even higher.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and entwined, their hearts racing in sync. Then, with a gentle smile, Sam leaned down and kissed her softly, tasting the salt of her sweat on her skin. "Oh Sam," she murmured, her voice a sigh of pure contentment. "That was..."

"Perfect," he finished for her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

Helen giggled, the sound light and carefree, a stark contrast to the woman who had been so tightly wound just moments before. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and they lay like that for a while, their bodies still joined, the only sounds in the room their heavy breathing and the distant chirp of birds outside.

"Were you telling the truth about what you said earlier?" she asked, her voice still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Sam leaned his forehead against hers, his breath hot against her skin. "Every word."

Her cheeks flushed deeper, the reality of what they had just done setting in. "So would you like to do this again some time?"

Sam grinned, his youthful exuberance shining through. "Whenever you want."

The promise in his words made Helen's heart skip a beat. "How about now?" she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye. She kissed him again, her hand sliding down to stroke his cock, which was already beginning to harden again. Sam groaned, his hips bucking slightly. Helen kissed down his body, her mouth tracing a path along his chest and stomach until she reached his cock. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the mix of their juices. He was already hard again, a testament to his youthful stamina. She took her time with him, making love to his cock with her mouth, feeling him swell even larger.

"That's incredible." he gurgled, his eyes rolling back in his head as she worked her magic. Sam's hands found their way into her hair again, his grip tightening as she took him in deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. His hips began to thrust upward, fucking her mouth with a passion that surprised even him.

The taste of him was addictive, a heady mix of salt and desire. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending even more pleasure through him. He watched her, his chest heaving with every deep breath she took, her breasts bouncing slightly with the effort. The sight was almost too much to handle, and with a roar, he pulled her up to kiss him, his cock still rock hard against her stomach.

"Helen," he said, his voice strained. "I want to shag you."

She giggled, the sound music to his ears. "Shag me, huh?" she teased, her hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking it with a familiarity that made him ache.

Sam's eyes darkened with need. "Yes, Helen, I want to fuck you so hard, so good, that you forget about everything else."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Sam." she leaned down and kissed him, her voice a playful challenge.

Sam smirked, feeling the heat of her breath on his face. "Oh, I'll keep it." He rolled her over, his muscular body pinning hers to the bed. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, his eyes locking onto hers. The power dynamic had shifted, and now he was in control.

"Do it." she breathed "Make me scream your name."

Sam's grin grew wolfish as he kissed her again, their tongues tangling in a passionate dance. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging against her wet pussy. He didn't bother with foreplay this time, sliding into her in one swift motion. Helen's eyes rolled back, and she let out a guttural moan as he filled her completely. The feeling was incredible, and she couldn't help but arch her back, pushing her breasts up towards the ceiling.

He began to move, his hips pistoning in and out of her with a ferocity that took her breath away. The bed creaked and rocked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall in a rhythmic crescendo that matched the racing of their hearts. His grip on her wrists tightened, the slight sting of pain only adding to the intensity of the moment.

Helen felt a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure. She had never been taken like this before, never felt so utterly consumed by a man's desire. His thrusts grew deeper, more demanding, and she could feel her orgasm building again, a pressure that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces.

"Fuck me, Sam," she begged, her voice raw with need. "Harder, please."

He didn't need any further encouragement. Sam's hips slammed into hers, each thrust hitting that perfect spot that made her see stars. The headboard continued its relentless pounding against the wall, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing and the wet slap of their bodies coming together. He looked down at her, her blonde hair fanned out around her head like a halo, her hazel eyes glazed with lust.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she met each of his thrusts with her own. She was a wild, wanton creature beneath him, all pretenses of propriety and age forgotten. They were two animals in heat, driven by a primal need to satisfy the hunger that had been building between them for so long.

"Sam, oh God, Sam," she chanted his name like a mantra, her eyes never leaving his. The intensity of their connection was almost too much to bear. She felt every inch of him, his cock hitting the deepest parts of her with a force that made her toes curl. It was as if he was claiming her, branding her as his own.

He picked up the pace, his strokes becoming more erratic as his own climax approached. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate through the very walls. His grip on her wrists tightened, and she could feel the veins in his arms bulging with the effort of holding back. But she didn't want him to hold back. She wanted all of him, every last drop of his youthful energy.

"Fill me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crescendo of their lovemaking. "Let go and fill me with your spunk."

Sam's eyes went wild at her words, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her with a force that made the bed shake. He could feel his climax approaching, a fiery ball of pleasure coiling in his stomach. With one final, powerful thrust, he let go, his cock spurting hot cum deep inside her. Helen's pussy clenched around him, her own orgasm overtaking her, making her body shake and quiver.

They lay there, both of them gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat.

"Fuck," Sam murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "That was amazing."

Helen couldn't find the words to respond, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The sensation of his cum inside her was still sending tremors through her body, a warm, full feeling that made her pussy throb with aftershocks of pleasure. She felt used in the best possible way, and she revelled in it.

She knew she wanted, needed, to do this again.