Autumn was already upon us, daylight saving was due to end, and Easter was only weeks away. The year was passing away too quickly, but the unexpected delights of starting a sexual relationship with the woman next door were certainly a highlight, to say the least. However, it had been quite a few weeks since our last meeting, which, like I have said previously, was not all that unusual given our respective busy lives, but the impending school holidays would make the ache to be with her again, even more pronounced. It was a gloomy Friday in Sydney and I was finalising the invoicing of clients for the past week, when out of blue, the doorbell rang. I was slightly annoyed, thinking it was probably a hawker of some description. To my extreme delight, it was Michelle and she seemed a bit anxious. “Hi, Ray,” she said, standing at my door looking radiant in a knee length white skirt and snug fitting pink blouse. “I hope I haven’t caught you at a bad time, but I need to speak to you.” “Not at all,” I said opening the fly-screen security door and motioning for her to enter. I kissed her on the cheek as she passed, but she seemed keen to get inside. “I am certainly pleased to see you. I hope the subject matter is not as bad as the look on your face seems to indicate.” “Oh, no,” she said, looking meekly at the floor then back up at me. “Well yes… It’s just… Well, remember the last time we….” She trailed off. “How could I forget?” I said excitedly, feeling rather proud of the orgasm I had given her. “Yes, I cannot get the shower out of my mind either. But what did you do to me? I… I mean,” she was searching for the right words. “I have never had anything like that happen to me before. I have even tried since to reproduce that effect on my own and I can’t even get close. I have never even had that happen with my husband, even though I come regularly when making love with him.” “What do you mean?” I asked, placing my hands on her shoulders. ‘You know? I was urinating…” I could see Michelle was trying to pick her words, trying to navigate her way orally through what was obviously a difficult subject, “Peeing, for want of a better way to say it. You know, the fluid that came out of me when you made me climax in the shower. I was peeing and climaxing at the same time, wasn’t I? It has been worrying me…” She trailed off again. Her voice pleaded for answers as she kept her eyes cast downward. “Michelle,” I said, lifting her chin with my right hand, “it’s okay. It’s a natural thing to have happen, though not every woman…” “No, it’s not!” she replied sternly, interrupting. “It is a natural thing to have happen when your G-spot is stimulated and you climax.” I said firmly, trying to show I understood her feelings. I took her hands in mine and kissed them, trying to make her relax. “It is much like a guy when he climaxes, although obviously without the sperm.” I laughed nervously to cover my own feelings of awkwardness at explaining such a topic while standing in my hallway with my sexy next door neighbour. “You seem to know a lot about it?” she said in a questioning and surprised way. “How about I make us a warm cup of tea, and I can show you what it’s all about?” Seeing her sudden look of astonishment, I added, “On the internet, I mean.” “Tea would be wonderful, thank you. But how can you show me? I mean, I am not really interested in porn.” She smiled, putting a caring hand on my arm. “No, nothing like that!” I responded in what I hoped was a reassuring manner. “Well, not straight away.” My sly smile was greeted with a playful slap. I took her by the hand and offered her the front position to go upstairs toward my office. As we ascended I watched the sway of her hips and buttocks through her white skirt and could not resist temptation. I cheekily ran my bahçesehir escort hand up her inner thigh under her skirt. Instinctively she pulled away and pushed her hand behind to stop my progress. “Oh no you don’t, you naughty man. That is off limits today, sorry. Not a good time, if you know what I mean.” I told her I did not care but she was adamant. I was not convinced but thought better of arguing the point. We continued upward. She sat on the red leather office chair I had recently purchased from Office-works while I typed and goggled sites relating to female ejaculation. “Nice chair! “ she said, putting her hands on the arms and swirling around like a child at play. “There! That should keep you occupied for a bit while I’ll go and make the tea. Would you like something to eat with it?” “Hmmm,” she had begun reading and had not fully heard my question. “What. Oh, no. I am fine thank you.” She turned her attention back to the screen and the web site which had opened. I stood at the door watching her. I could not believe my luck to have had sex with this gorgeous person. I smiled, deep in thought, as she scrolled down the page to a drawn, labelled graphic of a vagina which was followed by an actual close up picture of a woman’s parts. I could tell see was engrossed, so I left her to it. Arriving back upstairs, my hands full with cups and a small plate of cupcakes, I thought my eyes and ears were deceiving me. Michelle was frantically trying to mute the sound but only achieved in increasing the volume. I laughed and hastened to her side and quickly hit the mute button. “Not used to Macs I see.” I laughed. “No.” She replied, just as quickly hitting the back button, which only served to take her back to the start of the video that had been playing as I entered. “I followed a link and got this.” She gestured to the screen, her cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment. The screen was full of a naked woman with huge breasts, lying on a bed with vibrator stuffed deep inside her. From what I had seen, she had masturbated herself to a huge gushing orgasm. She had not only convulsed wildly on the bed as she came, but the jet of fluid squirted high, wide and handsome right onto the lens of the camera. I accidentally on purpose hit the space bar which made the video start again as I placed the cup in front of my transfixed guest. Thankfully the video only went for a one and a half minutes, but the edition was enough to get my rod standing in my jeans. “Oh my god.” Michelle expressed her dismay at the replayed scene. “Did I do something like that?” “Yep.” I said candidly, “You squirted just like that. Maybe not as much or as far, but yes, just like that.” “Look at the way she is breathing.” Michelle was a bit breathless herself, possibly from the visual stimulation as well reliving the time of her own first squirting orgasm. I gently cupped her breast as the horny display finished. Her hand met mine, covering it, as I gently felt the swell of her mammary. She turned her head and smiled at me. “Thank you for showing me all this. It really makes more sense now.” We kissed tenderly. “I hope I did not scare you or anything.” She asked pulling away to look me directly in me eye. “No, not at all.” I reassured her. “My wife does it all the time. It can get very wet on occasions.” I laughed. “Although, she has never given me a facial like you did.” Michelle, who had just taken a sip of her tea, nearly sprayed the room with the mouthful, and after finally swallowing, laughed heartily as well. “Oh my God,” I thought to myself, “I love her laugh.” “Really?” she exclaimed, recovering from her spluttering coughs. “But I actually covered your face…” “That was the amazing part.” I interrupted. “I loved the taste too.” “Oh, you’re just beylikdüzü bayan escort saying that.” “No. I am serious, really.” She could tell I was being honest. “Apparently the flavour can vary depending on what you have eaten. There are a few more variables but I cannot remember what they are right now.” “Are you some kind of expert?” She asked. “Well, no. But it is something I do find exciting and interesting. I must confess I did get the impression you were worried about it, so I did extra research so I could put your mind to rest if the need arose and guess what?” “What?” “The need arose.” I laughed and added a comical “Ta-dah.” “Don’t know if I like the studious type.” She retorted, smiling broadly. I continued to massage her breast under my palm as I moved around behind her and the chair. I pressed the back button twice and got back to the squirting video main menu and selected another one, this being a compilation of squirting orgasms. I remained behind her as the first 3 or 4 women came and went (pardon the pun) and I could tell Michelle was getting excited, she was rubbing her thighs together and the nub of her nipple was pressing hard into my palm. Suddenly, Michelle stopped the video and swivelled around in the chair, her face at the same level as my crotch. “Thank you for showing all that information. It has definitely made me feel much better about, well, um, about myself, to be honest.” Her hands worked up and across the front of my jeans. “I see it has worked for you too.” She was moving her hands against the insides of my thighs, and then across the swell of my erection. “I told you I repay my debts, and since what you have shown me has only severed to increase my indebtedness, I had better see about reducing the size…” at this point she massaged the length of my cock and smiled, looking up into my eyes, “of my debt burden I mean.” Then her hand deftly unzipped the fly, popped the button at the waist and slipped into my jeans cupping my meaty pole. I groaned aloud at her touch and moved my groin forward in an involuntary thrust. “At least you don’t have to worry about being too loud here.” She laughed, squeezing my penis. Quickly she pushed both my jeans and underwear down to knee level. Her hands snaked up along my bare thighs and started fondling my heavy balls. I tried to get closer, eager to get her mouth onto my cock. Michelle put her hand on my hip to stop me moving. “Right where you are is fine, Ray. I can touch everything I need to touch from here.” Her warm breath flowed over me making me shiver with anticipation. “Feel that?” I nodded, and closed my eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of her soft fingers on my shaft. Suddenly there was a hot, wet touch on the tip of my rigid member. Was that her tongue? I looked down to take in the sight before me. “I’m going to lick you and I am going to suck your beautiful cock.” Her voice full of commitment to her cause. “I hope you don’t have any objections?” “What sort of question is that?” I stammered and croaked. My throat was dry at the mere thought of the prospect. Michelle began to lap at the head. A bead of pre-cum had appeared in a single drop from the tiny slit at the head of my penis. Michelle’s tongue soon found it, stabbing the tip into the pearly drop and then smearing it around the sensitive cock head. “Mmm, you taste salty but creamy. I like the taste of you!” she purred. Michelle locked her eyes onto mine as her mouth moved around the slit, around the head of my cock; she was smiling at the little tremors running through my body as she teased me and she was making soft suckling motions, pulling the head in and out of her lips. She moaned, and I could feel the vibrations of her mouth around the shaft as she pushed her lips further down escort beylikdüzü my thickness. Her lips tightly wrapped on me as she moved up and down on the thick shaft jutting from my body. I could feel her every movement. I wanted to reach down and get a grip of her head, and begin to buck my hips and fuck her sweet, tender mouth. However, as I made a move to do so, she knocked my hands aside. “No need, I am in control here. You just enjoy and fill me with your hot man juice as soon as you are ready.” Michelle continued to suck my cock, even as I objected loudly. “Perhaps I need to hurry up, yes?” Michelle enquired. I had no answer. I just shrugged and pushed my hips forward with a hand at the base of my cock. Michelle pushed this aside as well. “I do not need your assistance. I think I know how to fellate your cock, thank you very much.” Her mock annoyance was betrayed by the big grin on her face. Her mouth was on my cock again, accompanied by her hand, as she moved to the head. Her teeth grazed a slippery path around the rib of the purple knob, gently clenching every now and then making me jump with ecstasy. Michelle’s mouth was tight. A hot, wet vacuum around my thick slippery penis. She groaned as I pushed my hips forward, responding with a slurp of her mouth, re-gathering the excess saliva dripping from the corner of her opened lips. I took that as a good sign. Excited even more now, I began to piston my hips, trying to control her movements over my dick. “Hmmmm,” she scowled. “I am capable of setting my own pace,” she said, pulling away briefly and then, satisfied that I was going to behave, swallowed me whole and deep. “Yessss,” I groaned quietly, dropping my face to visually absorb what was physically taking place. “Just like that. Fuck yes, oh, my god, that feels so good.” Her cock sucking skill was fucking unbelievable. A long slow downward motion, a languid flattening of her tongue along the shaft at the bottom of the stroke, followed by a long slow slurp-filled withdrawal. She was enjoying it every bit as much I was. I watched, mesmerised and feeling dizzy. She raised her finger at the top of her stroke to scoop up a larger dollop of saliva. With a deft hand, she prised her hand between my legs, seeking my anus. “Just relax,” she said, relinquishing the grip of her mouth on my cock. “I have a little surprise for you. Can you spread your legs a little?” I said I couldn’t because of my jeans. She scowled briefly and quickly removed one leg so I could accommodate her request. “Now, be a good boy and spread them!” she commanded, knocking my knee with her free hand. I did ask I was told. “OH! What is this?” She asked reaching for the jar. I had left a small jar of moisturiser near the computer earlier that morning while having breakfast. “It’s some Aesop’s moisturiser for men. I use it every now and then for my face and around my eyes.” “So, that’s the secret behind the youthful looking you?” She laughed. Michelle unscrewed the lid and scooped a larger dollop onto her finger and went in search of my anus again. It felt cool at the first touch as she spread the cream around the tight hole. Satisfied my rear opening was lubricated enough she pushed the tip of her finger into me. I grunted and she smiled wickedly, wiggling the tip. “Just relax.” She purred. “I plan on giving you an orgasm the likes of which you have never had.” There was a sense of self-gratification mixed with her comment. I concentrated as best I could and must have succeeded, as her finger plunged knuckle deep in my arse. “Ohhhh, fuck.” I groaned pitching my hips forward slightly. Michelle fucked her finger hard into me a number of times, her knuckles hitting just behind my balls. It felt so good but I still wanted her to attend to my cock. I reached for her head and gently guided her closer. There was no resistance this time as I guided her head. At the same instant, she withdrew her index finger until the tip was just wedged into my sphincter. Her tongue snaked out and the tip speared into the blind eye of my cock head at the same time as she speared two fingers deep into my arse.