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The Neighbor's Wife
(Author Unknown)

   

PART 1 - SONJA

   

CHAPTER 1

   

   Eric woke up with a drowsy start. He'd been having himself the sweetest dream he'd had since he turned twenty a month ago. He'd been dreaming of him being with Barbra, a blonde-haired young damsel who lived two blocks from him and whom he attended the city college with. They'd known each other for a long while and yet it had only been of recent he found himself chatting with her and finding her interesting. In his dream, he'd taken her out for a ride in his dad's car to watch a drive-in movie. Somewhere in the middle of watching the movie and eating popcorn, he'd grown hard under his jeans and she had noticed and without a word, chucked the remainder of her popcorn out the window and unzipped his jeans to take care of him. He'd sat back and enjoyed the ride of her mouth pleasuring him.

   He woke up into a bright stream of sunlight shining down at his face from outside his window. He sat up on the bed and gave a wide yawn, not surprised to see he still had a boner sticking out of his shorts and there was a slight stain of pre-cum on it; the dream had been worth it. Into the bathroom he went to wash his face as well as brush his teeth, and then to have his bath. Downstairs his mother was setting down breakfast for him; his father had already cleared off for work. Eric came down and joined his mother at the kitchen, said good morning to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before sitting down for his breakfast. It was the last day of the summer holiday; he won't be going to school till tomorrow.

   "Your dad wanted me to remind you about that promise you gave the neighbors," his mother, Kristie Rhinegold, said to him. She was in her mid-thirties, had shoulder-length blonde hair with thick lips and weary green eyes. She looked a lot like the younger version of that actress Sally Field.

   Eric forked some bacon into his mouth and was munching on it at the same time trying hard to recall whatever dumb promise he must have made and to whom. His mother helped him out.

   "The McLarens who live next door, remember," his mother hooked a thumb behind her shoulder at the window facing the left side of the kitchen which looked out past the rusty picket fence that divided their home from that of the McLarens. "You promised to mow their lawn for them today. You'd better finish your breakfast and hop to it."

   Eric's first instinct was to groan. He'd forgotten all about it, and to think that his parents hadn't forgotten of such. Mowing a lawn right now was the last thing he wanted to be caught doing.  Besides, wasn't he old enough to not be mowing lawns anymore?

   "Mom, can't I like take a rain check on that? I mean, there's got to be a lot of kids around who could get it done for them."

   "There are," his mom replied. "Except your dad said you personally promised doing that for them the day before. A promise is a promise, Eric; you might as well get used to that."

   A promise is a promise ... yeah, right! Eric groaned once more, no longer finding happiness in his breakfast. Still he forced to wolf down everything then went back upstairs to change into a pair of scruffy jeans and short sleeved shirt. The sun outside was hot, and it would get hotter all through noon. He went into the garage to get out the lawn-mower machine and checked to make sure it had enough oil in it to go. He waved goodbye at his mom as she got into her car and drove away while he dragged the lawn-mower down the driveway, past the picket fence and into his neighbor's compound.

   They too were blessed with a rich green lawn that had grown a few inches into a verdant carpet. Eric mumbled under his breath as he dragged himself forward. He had cut his parent's lawn a few days ago and really wasn't looking forward to doing any more work ... until now. He first approached the front door of the McLaren's home and rang the doorbell. A minute later there came the sound of a key turning in the lock and then the door came open to reveal Mrs. McLaren standing there. 

   She was a pretty woman, Mrs. McLaren was. She had a statuesque frame, long pair of legs, with a jutting pair of tits, the outline which Eric could vividly make out from the bathrobe she had on as she opened the door for him. It was enough to make him produce a muted gasp. Her hair was raven black and cut into that of a pageboy's. Her eyes were tranquil blue and they seemed to burrow into his pair of eyes as he stood there looking lost for words, feeling goose-bumps break over his skin. She noticed she was smiling at him from behind a pair of eyeglasses.

   "Why, hi there, Eric," she said. "Nice to see you around today."

   It was then that he found his voice. "Good ... good morning, Mrs. McLaren ..."

   "Please, you and I have been neighbors far too long. It's about time you start calling me Sonja; I much prefer that to Mrs. McLaren."

   She closed the door behind him and led him into their living room. Eric's eyes went to the outline of her bottom as it swished forward while she led him into the den.

   "So, Eric, what can I do for you today?"

   "Actually, Mrs. Mc??"I'm sorry ... Sonja. I made a promise to your husband that I'd come by today to clear your lawn, and ... that's why I'm here."

   "Oh really, how nice of you. And my God, you're looking pretty youthful and strong," her eyes were dancing all over him, checking him out. Eric felt kind of uncomfortable under her stare. "You're even looking handsome every day. Tell me, Eric, how old are you now?"

   "I'm twenty," he answered.

   "Such a strong pair of arms you've got for a twenty-year old lad." Sonja grasped his arm and gave it a squeeze, sucking air through her teeth while she did. She had an expression in her eyes, though Eric was puzzled to know what it meant. "You're really growing to becoming a strong man just like your dad, you know."

   "Thank you, Sonja," he smiled, feeling out rightly uncomfortable in her presence. There was such an animalistic presence about her he could hardly identify it; she was by far different from his mom, and though he'd never said it out loud, but nothing would have pleased Eric most than knowing his mother was a wild woman, and not the docile creature he saw her to be. "So ... I'd better go do the lawn now, if you'll permit me."

   "Oh sure, of course." 

   She led him to the front door and told him to be careful not to burn up. Eric watched her turn around and saunter up the stairs. His eyes checked out the swishing outline of her ass and right away a mile long and one raging thoughts swarm through his head and also down in his jeans. It was almost as if she was doing it on purpose to entice him. He shook his head and turned around and stepped out of the house back into the bright morning sun and got to work with his lawn-mower. The sooner he was done with the grass, the sooner he could head off and do something else. He only hopped none of his neighborhood friends would stroll by to see him at this.



CHAPTER 2

   

   It was a quarter past seven when he set to work mowing his neighbor's lawn. By the time it got to the next hour, he'd leveled just about a quarter of the grass. The sun's heat weighted down hard on him. He'd unbuttoned his shirt and tied it around his head and kept on mowing, his body now sticky with sweat and bits of grass. He turned off the lawnmower's engine and looked surveyed the large plot he'd cut down. As he scanned the lawn, pausing to wipe sweat off his brow, his eyes turned towards the white-painted structure that was the McLaren's household and thought he could make out someone's face at a bedroom window looking down at him. Sweat rolled down towards his eyes and he had to squint to see better. Yes, there was the feature of someone standing there ... Sonja, most likely. He brought up his hand and was about waving at her when he thought better of it and resumed his lawn-mowing assignment, putting more speed into it. The sooner he was done with it the better for him.

   A half hour later he swiped more sweat off his face, standing under a shade at the portico, fanning himself with his shirt. He smiled to himself as he admired the new look of the cut lawn.  The front door came open and there was Sonja saying to him to come inside, out of the sun. She was wearing cut-off jeans shorts and a tank top with her bare tits pushing against the fabric. Eric's lower jaw just about dropped to the floor as he saw her. He could barely contain himself as he followed two steps behind her, checking out the revolving outline that was her ass. She was looking hot and flashy.

   "I made you a glass of fruit juice, I hope you wouldn't mind," she half turned to look at him as she led the way down the hall towards the kitchen, smiling while she did. 

   "Thank you, Sonja. I sure can use a drink."

   Eric couldn't have cared what she'd made or him; there was no way he was going to say no to that smile ... besides, he was bemused by whatever direction this seemed to be leading to. The smile on her lips seemed to say a lot more than what his mind told him she was letting on. That notwithstanding the sensation in his crotch becoming awake at the mere sight of her. It wasn't something to be ignored ... at least not for a horny teenager such as himself. 

   "Gosh, I'm sorry for all that hot sun that's out there. You're practically burning up right now, aren't you?"

   "Well, it sure is hot out there. Just glad I got the job done."

   That brought a wink from her. "Yeah, you got the job done alright, and now it's time you got some rest. You really must be tired pushing that lawn-mower back and forth. That's quite a work you've done for us; I wish my husband can get off his ass sometimes and even fix me breakfast ..."

   She chattered on and even as they got to the kitchen door and she led him inside. Eric half listened to her jibe, mumbling when he could with her while his eyes fixed on the bulls-eye tattoo sticking above her jeans shorts backside. There was no way she was wearing on any panties in that outfit, he mused. 

   Sonja indicated at a stool beside the Formica table in the centre of the room for him to sit on while she went about looking in the fridge. Eric still had his shirt in his hand and was about wearing it back on but then decided not to anymore. The windows were open and gave a good view of their backyard as well as the picket fence that separated their homes. The grass at the backyard seemed twice higher than the ones he'd cut in the front.

   Sonja returned with the glass of fruit juice for him and some biscuits on a saucer plate. Eric thanked her and sipped his drink and munched on the biscuits as well while Sonja stood there observing him.

   "You've got a handsome young body, Eric," she remarked. "Do you work out?"

   He nodded. "Whenever I can at the college gym, but not all the time." He was a bit uncomfortable the way her eyes gave him a look-over and decided to change the subject. "I hope you don't mind if I cut the backyard grass tomorrow." 

   "By all means, take your time. I only wish it were my husband that's doing it." She made a sighing sound as she too glanced out the kitchen window at the sight that was her backyard. "I brought it up with Carl a couple of days ago and he kept talking about getting it done in the weekend. Just look at it. You could hide a dozen snakes out there."

   Eric spilled bits of his drink as he was suddenly convulsed with laughter. Sonja came and sat on the stool beside him. 

   "So, Eric, won't you tell me a bit about yourself. You live right next door to me and I barely know much about you at all."

   Her voice was soft and seductive. Eric found himself captured by it. Everything about her: the sweet scent of her perfume, her tank top, and just about the way her eyes rolled behind her glasses were making his hormones run riot inside him. The nodding in his jeans too was getting persistent.

   "Well ... I can't think of much to tell you that you may not already know. I'm in college... I enjoy reading novels ... watching movies and stuff ... and helping my dad out in the garage ..."

   "Do you have any girlfriend?" she threw the question at him abruptly.

   "Excuse me?" 

   "Oh come on, Eric, there's no need to play coy with me," she heightened her smile and slapped her hand on his thigh. Eric felt his heart skip a drum beat. "A handsome young man like yourself has got to have a fine girl chasing after him. So go ahead and tell me, who is she?"

   It took Eric an effort to find his voice. "Her name ... her name's Barbra, and she's very nice and pretty."

   "Really? Is she as nice and pretty as I am?"

   "No, no, no ... she's not up to your league."

   "Hmmm, I like that," she rubbed her palm over his thigh and gave it a squeeze. "Tell me, Eric, honestly, do you find me attractive?"

   He nodded his head. "You're way past attractive, Mrs. McLaren??"I mean, Sonja. You're very hot. Smashing hot."

   This elicited a crackle from her. "Really? Do you think I look sexy in these clothes?"

   "Yes, yes, you very much do." Eric said it out loud. His eyes were dancing all over here. He felt his cock throbbing inside his jeans and it was just killing him. 

   "I'll bet I'm stirring something inside those jeans of yours." Her hand slid towards his crotch and Eric nearly fell off his stool as she grabbed the protruding tent pole inside his jeans that was his cock. "How about I take a good look at it? It's been so long since I saw a young one."

   She came off her stool to her knees, and so did Eric. He stood there looking dumb while she undid the belt buckle of his jeans and in one smooth motion pulled it down his thighs, along with his underpants, and then his cock sprang out like a jack-in-the-box, nearly smacking her forehead. Sonja gently stroked his cock, smiling up at him. 

   "Ohhh ... you're really a big boy, Eric. I can't recall the last time I held a cock this big in my hand. Almost as big as your old man." She pushed her glasses up her nose then opened her mouth and gave the head of his cock a smooching kiss before putting more of him into her mouth.