It was the first truly warm morning in May after a dreary, wet spring. I was busy in my garden early in the morning, tidying up. I had woken up early, feeling the spring tingling in my body. I jumped out of bed, took a refreshing shower to wake myself up, and was ready to enjoy this delightful day after breakfast. Just past seven o’clock, I stepped into the garden and heard a woman’s voice calling, “Daisy, Daisy,” followed by a pause, then again, “Daisy, Daisy.”
Curious, I went through the garden gate to see what was happening. It was Clara, our neighbor from down the street, calling out. When she saw me, she waved and shouted, “Hey, Ethan, wait a second!” She walked over and asked if I had seen her cat, Daisy, who hadn’t come home last night or this morning. “Don’t worry,” I said, “it’s mating season for cats; I heard them last night.”
Clara had moved to our street just after winter. She and her husband were a sporty couple with no children; he coached a provincial women’s handball team, and she worked at the city sports department. “I’ve been looking for Daisy for at least half an hour,” Clara said. “Normally, she comes running when I call. I think she might be locked in a garage or shed.” “You might be right,” I replied. “Maybe she’s in my shed. I’ll check.” Clara followed, hopeful we’d find Daisy.
We entered the garden and went to the shed. I opened the door, but Daisy wasn’t there. Clara asked to look around, thinking Daisy might be scared and hiding. My attention was more on Clara than the cat. She wore a short, sleeveless summer dress with a deep neckline, her full breasts swaying without a bra. When she bent over, I glimpsed her white cotton panties, snug between her legs. I kept searching—or rather, watching Clara—until I pulled a large box from under a shelf, pretending to look thoroughly. Daisy suddenly leapt out with a long “meow” and darted from the shed.
Clara ran after her, shouting, “Thanks, Ethan!” I was left with a racing pulse. I sat down to recover, her gorgeous breasts and white panties burned into my mind, keeping my erection firm. I don’t know how long I sat there, but the garden gate opened, and Clara returned to the shed. “I came to thank you, Ethan, for helping find Daisy. She’s safely home, eating,” she said. “I noticed you looking at my breasts and legs while we searched. Am I right?” she asked, smiling.
“Yes, Clara,” I admitted. “You’re a stunning, sexy woman.” “You’re a handsome, sexy man too, Ethan,” she replied. “Come here, let me give you a big kiss.” She stepped forward, kissed me, and ran her hand over my crotch, where my erection still throbbed. She unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, and slid them down with my underwear. My hard penis sprang up. Clara gripped it firmly, slowly sliding the foreskin back and forth while gently massaging my balls.
“Does that feel good, Ethan?” she asked softly. I groaned, “It’s amazing, Clara.” She took the tip of my penis between her warm lips, her tongue licking the sensitive spot. I held her head, guiding my penis in and out of her mouth. Clara moaned, feeling it throb. She paused to pull her dress over her head, placing my wet penis between her breasts, pressing them together and moving up and down.
“You have an incredible, hard cock that fits perfectly between my breasts,” she said huskily, using saliva as lubricant. Sometimes, she let my penis rise above her breasts, sucking or licking the tip. “Do you like this, Ethan?” she asked, rubbing it over her hard nipples. I was insanely aroused, precum dripping onto her nipples. When she sensed I was close, she aimed my penis at her breasts, stroked quickly, and I shot my semen onto her full breasts, moaning with pleasure.
Moaning, she smeared my semen over her breasts, sucked the last drops from my penis, and said, “Mmm, delicious, Ethan, I want more.” I pulled off my T-shirt and kicked off my pants. I wiped her breasts clean with my T-shirt, sucking and biting her nipples until she whimpered with pleasure and pain. I caressed her stomach and her soaked white panties, which clung to her labia as I tried to slide them down but eventually slipped to her feet.
I carried Clara outside under the awning and laid her on the sunbed. I knelt, caressed her breasts, and rolled her nipples while sliding my hand to her vulva. She spread her legs wide, and I felt her wetness. Clara moaned as I pushed two fingers deep into her vagina, reaching her G-spot, while massaging her clit—gently, then rougher, until she moved with my rhythm, climaxing with hoarse cries of “More, Ethan, more!”
I kissed her neck, gripped her breasts, and sucked her nipples until she went wild. I kissed her stomach, licked over her mound to her dripping pussy, and lay between her legs. “Lick me, Ethan,” she urged. I kissed her thighs, sucked her labia, and tasted her sweet, tangy juices. Gripping her breasts, I plunged my tongue into her pussy, brushing her clit with my nose. Her body moved with my rhythm, her juices flowing. Clara moaned, “More, more,” pressing my head until I pushed her legs to her shoulders, licking her clit and anus.
She pulled her vagina open as I licked her anus and sucked her clit, pushing a finger into her anus until she climaxed wildly, shaking with ecstasy. “You’re incredible,” she panted, “a hot man who knows what a woman wants. Now I want your cock deep inside me.” “You’re a dream woman,” I whispered.
“Lie down,” she said. “I want to ride you like an Amazon.” I lay on the sunbed, my cock ready. Clara straddled me, my penis sliding between her wet labia, the tip against her clit. She glided over my tip, moaning softly. I caressed her breasts, sucking her nipples as she leaned forward. She sat up, slid my cock deep into her pussy, and massaged my balls and perineum, making me harder.
“Your cock fits perfectly,” she said, circling on me, moaning, “Yes, yes, oh yes…” I held her hips, feeling every corner of her. She leaned forward, then back. “Are you okay, Ethan? This is amazing,” she asked. “Just a bit longer,” I said, “then I’ll fill you up.” She rode me hard until I exploded, shooting inside her. We came together, panting with pleasure. Clara sat up, my cock still inside her, as I caressed her breasts and whispered she was wonderful.
We returned to the shed to dress, as Clara had to go to work. She thanked me for the morning and for taking care of “the cat and the pussy,” laughing. I kissed her and said, “Mating season starts again in August.”
