Neighbor's Secret Touch

The moment Lisa stepped into the dimly lit massage studio, her pulse hammered against her throat. She was my neighbor's wife, the one I'd fantasized about for months, with those full hips swaying under her sundress and a knowing smile that always lingered a second too long when we passed in the hallway. Today she was alone, booking the last slot before closing, and the tension crackled between us like static. The owner had already left for the night, leaving just the two of us in the quiet space that smelled of warm oil and eucalyptus.

"Mark... I didn't expect to see you here," she whispered, her voice husky as she locked the door behind her. Her green eyes flicked over my massage therapist uniform, then down to the obvious bulge already straining my pants. "My husband thinks I'm getting a regular back rub. He has no idea how badly I need something... deeper."

I swallowed hard, stepping closer until I could smell her perfume mixed with the faint musk of her arousal. "Lisa, you sure about this? Once I start, I won't stop until you're dripping for me."

She bit her lip, nodding as she peeled off her sundress in one smooth motion. Her heavy tits spilled free, nipples already tight and begging. No bra, no panties. She'd come prepared. "I've wanted your hands on me for so long. Touch me, Mark. Make me forget I'm a married woman for a while."

I poured warm oil into my palms and guided her onto the table face down first. My fingers glided over the smooth curve of her back, then lower, kneading the juicy swell of her ass. She moaned softly, arching into my touch. When I slipped a slick finger between her cheeks and teased her tight little hole, she gasped.

"Oh fuck... right there," she breathed, pushing back against me. "My husband never touches me like this."

I worked her slowly, tenderly, letting the oil drip down to her shaved pussy. My cock throbbed painfully as I circled her clit with one hand while sliding two fingers deep into her wet heat. She was soaked, her walls clenching greedily around me. The wet sounds filled the room as I pumped them in and out, changing rhythm from fast strokes to slow, deliberate thrusts that made her tremble.

"Turn over," I murmured, helping her flip onto her back. Her legs fell open without hesitation, exposing her glistening pink folds. I shed my clothes quickly, my thick cock springing free. Lisa's eyes widened with hunger.

"God, it's bigger than I imagined," she said, reaching out to stroke me with oily fingers. "Put it in me. I need to feel you stretch my married pussy."

I climbed onto the table, positioning myself between her thighs. The first push was exquisite, her tight cunt parting around my dickhead before swallowing every inch in one unhurried glide. We both groaned at the same time. I stayed buried deep, savoring the heat and the way her inner muscles fluttered around me. Our eyes locked, breaths mingling as I began to move, slow rolling thrusts that dragged my shaft along her sensitive walls.

"Yes... just like that," she whispered, her hands clutching my shoulders. "Deeper, Mark. Fill me up."

I shifted her legs higher, hooking them over my arms so I could grind against her clit with every stroke. The pace stayed tender but intense, each withdrawal almost leaving her empty before I sank back in to the hilt. Her tits bounced gently with the motion, and I leaned down to suck one nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue while my cock continued its steady invasion.

Her breathing grew ragged. "I'm gonna... oh shit, I'm coming already." Her pussy spasmed hard around me, flooding my shaft with fresh wetness. I didn't stop, riding her through it with the same measured rhythm, drawing out every ripple of her orgasm until she was whimpering my name.

I pulled out gently and helped her off the table, turning her to face the mirrored wall. She braced her hands against it, ass pushed out invitingly. From behind I entered her again, this time watching her face in the reflection as my cock disappeared into her dripping slit. One hand reached around to rub her swollen clit in lazy circles while the other gripped her hip, controlling the pace. We moved together like that for long minutes, the slap of skin soft and rhythmic, her moans growing higher.

"Harder now... please," she begged, pushing back to meet me. I gave her what she wanted, picking up speed until the wet squelch of her pussy echoed louder. Her second climax hit like a wave, her knees buckling as she cried out. I held her steady, thrusting through it until my own balls tightened.

"I'm close, Lisa," I growled against her ear. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside me," she panted, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "Cum in my pussy. I want to feel it leaking out when I go home to him."

That pushed me over. With a deep groan I buried myself to the root and let go, pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into her clenching depths. She milked every drop, her walls fluttering around me in aftershocks.

We stayed joined like that for a while, catching our breath. I kissed the back of her neck tenderly as my softening cock slipped free, a trickle of our mixed juices running down her thigh. She turned in my arms, pressing her soft body against mine.

"That was incredible," she murmured, tracing lazy patterns on my chest. "I've never come that hard in my life. My husband barely lasts five minutes these days."

I smiled, brushing damp hair from her face. "Anytime you need another 'massage,' you know where to find me. Just don't get us caught."

She laughed softly, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "No promises. But next time... maybe we try the oils in even more creative places." We dressed slowly, trading quiet kisses and whispers until the studio felt too small for all the unspoken promises between us.