隣のミスティ

The fog over the lake was so thick it felt like the whole world had dissolved into a milky haze. I'd just stepped out onto the wooden deck of the country house my friends and I had rented for the weekend when I felt her eyes on me. Lena, the married neighbor from the cottage next door, stood at the railing in a thin robe, her hair still damp from the shower, staring straight at me. The air smelled of wet pine and her skin—sweet, warm, intoxicating.

"Well, well, neighbor. You escaped the crowd too?" she said, her voice low, a little husky, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.

I moved closer. My heart was already hammering in my chest.

"Escaped. What about you, Lena? You alone? Where's your husband?" I asked, though I already knew he'd driven into town for wine.

She turned sideways, the robe slipping just enough to reveal a smooth thigh.

"In town. And me? I'm... a little cold. Rub my back for me, huh?" She reached out, took my hand, and pressed it against her lower back.

That casual, deliberate touch sent a jolt straight through me. My fingers slid lower on their own, slipping beneath the thin fabric. Lena let out a quiet laugh, not pulling away.

"My, my, you're quick... I thought you were the shy type."

"I'm shy until you look at me like you want to eat me alive," I shot back, pulling her closer.

She didn't resist. Instead, she arched into me, pressing her tits against my chest. The robe fell fully open. Nothing underneath. Her nipples were already hard, dark against her pale skin. I ran my palm up her stomach, then lower, and heard her sharp intake of breath.

"So, neighbor... you gonna fuck me right here, or are you gonna kiss me first?" she whispered, biting her lip, mischief dancing in her eyes.

I didn't answer with words. I pressed her back against the wooden wall of the deck. The fog swallowed every sound, like we were the only two people on earth. My fingers found her wet slit immediately—she was already soaked, hot and slick. Lena let out a soft moan when I pushed two fingers inside her, slow, circling.

"Oh... god... yes... deeper," she breathed, gripping my shoulders. "I've been imagining you touching me for two days... ever since I saw you by the lake without your shirt."

"And I've been imagining you moaning under me while your husband sleeps in the next room," I answered, picking up the pace.

She laughed through a moan, playfully slapping my chest.

"You're a bastard... but I like it. Drop your pants. I want to feel your cock."

I yanked my shorts down in one motion. My dick was already throbbing, the head slick with precum. Lena wrapped her hot hand around it, stroking up and down, never breaking eye contact.

"Nice... thick. Gonna feel good stretching out my married pussy," she purred, then dropped to her knees right there on the deck.

But instead of taking me in her mouth, she just rubbed her cheek against my shaft, inhaling my scent. Then she stood, turned her back to me, and braced her hands on the railing. The robe slid down to her elbows. Her tight ass looked like an invitation in the fog.

"Take me like this. From behind. Hard, but don't rush... I want to feel every second," she said over her shoulder, swaying her hips.

I moved in behind her, running the head of my cock along her slick lips, teasing. Lena groaned impatiently and pushed back against me. I sank into her with one long, deep thrust, all the way to the root. She was incredibly hot, incredibly tight.

"Ahhh... fuck... that's so good," she gasped, throwing her head back. "Fuck me... harder..."

I started moving. Slow at first, savoring the way her walls gripped my cock, the way her wetness ran down her thighs. Then faster. The sound of our bodies—skin slapping skin—echoed across the deck. Lena grabbed the railing with one hand, reached back with the other, and squeezed my ass, pulling me deeper.

"Yes... just like that... deeper, neighbor... fuck my pussy... I've wanted a strange cock for so long," she whispered between moans, her voice trembling.

I leaned forward, cupped her tits, and pinched her nipples. She arched harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel her body starting to shake.

"I'm gonna come... don't stop..." she nearly cried out.

I sped up, pounding into her hard and deep. Her moans turned into short, choked whimpers. Finally, she clenched around me, hard, pulsing, and came with a loud, unrestrained cry. Her legs quivered.

I didn't pull out. I kept moving, feeling how sensitive she'd become after her orgasm. A minute later, I was right at the edge.

"Lena... I'm gonna come... where?" I gasped.

She turned her head, pure mischief in her eyes.

"Inside me. Cum in my married pussy... I want to feel you fill me with your load..."

Those words pushed me over. I drove into her one last time and unloaded everything I had in hot, thick spurts. Lena let out a soft laugh as she felt me pulsing inside her.

We stood there for another minute, breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat and fog. Then she slowly turned around, kissed me on the lips—light, playful.

"You know... my husband won't be back for two hours. Maybe we should continue in my room? I'm not done playing with you yet..."

The fog over the lake grew even thicker, hiding our smiles and our promises.