Fun With the First Sergeant

by Saharah Shae

  Fun with the

  First Sergeant

  Saharah Shae

  © March 2015 Saharah Shae All Rights Reserved

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  BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. What in the fuck is that? Layne thought to herself when she was woke from a deep sleep by a loud beeping noise. She peeked out of her window and saw a big white and orange moving truck backed into the driveway of the condo beside her. It was early in the morning.

  Great; new fucking neighbors. Lord, please let them be better than the last ones.

  Layne had gotten in just a few hours before the commotion of the moving truck backing in woke her. Her head was pounding and she was tired as hell. The last thing she felt like dealing with was new assholes moving in next door. She had been out dancing the night before with her friends. She hadn’t planned on being up so early but since the moving truck changed that she put a pot of coffee on and got ready to try and figure out what kind of neighbors she was going to have this time. Her eyes were open and she always checked out the new people as they move their stuff in. Today wasn’t going to be any different.

  Several different neighbors had moved in and back out since she moved in a little over a year ago. No one ever stayed too long. The owner of the condo always rented it instead of selling it; and he rented it to some real winners. Layne hated seeing new ones move in not knowing what they would bring but she was always curious to see who it was.

  She did what she normally did when someone new moved in; she sat over in the corner of her bedroom with the lights off and watched the action going on next door. Layne studied each new tenant, trying to guess what they were like and what kind of neighbors they were going to be. She was usually spot on; and up to this point was pretty confident in her observation skills.

  Layne secretly watched out her window with a million thoughts running through her mind. Most of them were bad memories of past neighbors.

  There had been the meth addicts that she worried would accidentally blow the building up during the night while she slept. One bunch was a family with four kids all under five years old, in a two bedroom condo. That man worked his ass off while his wife lounged around all day and let the kids run wild. She will never forget the afternoon she pulled in to find a naked toddler standing in the middle of the road that leads into the complex. Not to forget the guy who ignored his lease and bought himself a puppy; a barking-all-night-long puppy.

  Layne had lived beside just about every nightmare you can imagine when living in a place so close to your neighbor. Rightfully so, she was full of dread as she wondered what the new ones would be like.

  Her out of control thoughts were halted when she caught her first glimpse of a man entering the back of the moving truck. She was glued to the window, waiting to see if anyone else was with him.

  He stepped back into her view and stood outside of the truck. He was an older man; probably twice Layne’s age. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. It was like there was a golden aura emanating from him that put her into some sort of euphoric trance.

  He was tall and had an exceptionally muscular build. His hair was as white as the winter’s snow. She was very intrigued by him. All of the ugly emotions that she had felt about having new neighbors were slowly overtaken by this feeling that had captivated her. She wondered if she had finally been blessed with a decent neighbor; but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was about him that kept her eyes glued to him as he slipped in and out of her view.

  When he no longer came out of his place, she went to the kitchen and refilled her coffee cup. She sipped on her coffee as she sat at her kitchen table in nothing but a nightgown. She wondered about the mysterious man net door.

  Layne had convinced herself that she had to meet him; and soon. There was an odd desire churning from the depths of her that was driving her to think of a reason to expedite the encounter. She had plenty of coffee left in her pot; she decided she had to find a way to offer him a cup.

  Layne went to her bedroom and found a high cut pair of shorts to put on under her gown. She wanted to go out and act like she was looking for something in the trunk of her car. The driveways weren’t that far apart; and she knew he would be able to see her from his front window.

  She was a tall girl; her legs went on for miles. They were long and tan and met up with her irresistibly round ass; what she often thought of as her little cherry on top. Layne made heads turn every time she left the house showing them.

  Her long, wavy, brown hair fell a little passed her shoulders. Her eyes were a unique collage of brown and green; not hazel, more marbleized than a mix of the two colors. They were accentuated by long, curved, dark eyelashes. She had high cheek bones that displayed her naturally blushed cheeks. She was beautiful from head to toe. If she caught his eye, there was no doubt he would take a second look. She was sure of that.

  Layne walked out to her car. She noticed that his door was propped open. She wasn’t sure if that meant he would be back outside soon; but she knew that she would be able to get his attention by making a little noise.

  Before she walked around to the trunk, she opened and closed the front passenger side door. She looked at something on the floorboard in the back for a minute and then slammed that door as loudly as she could.

  She walked around to the trunk and opened it. She could see his door through the small crack between the trunk and the deck lid. She watched to see if he had heard her and would come out to greet her. She riffled through some clothes that were in a bag back there, trying to buy her some time.

  She started back into her house sure that her plan had failed when she heard, “Hello, Ma’am.” She turned towards the condo next door and there he was; standing right outside of his doorway. He had a warm smile on his face as he walked towards her.

  “Hello, Ma’am,” he repeated again; as he reached his hand out to shake hers. “My name is Scott.”

  “Hi, Scott. I’m Layne,” she said as she took his hand in hers to reciprocate the shake.

  “It’s nice to meet you Layne. I heard you out here and I wanted to introduce myself.”

  “It’s nice to meet you too, Scott. Are you moving in by yourself or do you have a family?”

  “It’s just me. I live by myself. I thought it was time to downsize and sell my house. I looked at this unit a couple times before I decided to buy. Do you live with anyone?”

  “Awe, I see. No, I don’t live with anyone either. It’s just me. I’ve lived here a little over a year. It’s a pretty nice place though some of the people that have lived in your place have been a pain in the ass.”

  “Oh, really? Sorry to hear that. I recently retired from the Air Force after putting in 25 years. I mostly keep to myself. I promised not to be a pain in your ass, Sweetie.”

  They shared a laugh and they talked for a couple more minutes. When Scott was turning to leave, Layne told him that she had a fresh pot of coffee on and asked if he’d like to have a cup with her before he went back to get his place unpacked.

>   He accepted her offer and Layne went in and got them each a cup of coffee. They sat on her front porch and talked for about an hour. She was so intrigued by the gentleman. She had never been into older men but there was something about him that was drawing her towards him. It was like he had a magnet in his soul and she was covered in metal. She was attracted to every bit of him and didn’t want him to leave but she knew he needed to get back to his condo.

  “It’s been nice having coffee with you. I appreciate you sharing with me this morning. I really need to get back over there and finish getting things unpacked. Maybe we can do this again sometime?” he said to her.

  “It’s been my pleasure. Thanks for sitting and talking with me. We can do this any time you would like. I’ll never pass on coffee and good conversation,” Layne said with a huge smile on her face.

  “Thank you, Layne. I’m happy to have lucked out by moving in next to such a sweet and pretty little thing like yourself. I will see you later,” he said as he stood up to leave.

  “You’re welcome. The pleasure is all mine. I’ll see ya later,” she replied.

  She watched him walk back over to his place and disappear through his doorway. Oh, my God. Why am I feeling this way? What is it about him?

  She went back inside, stripped off her clothes, and crawled into her bed. She replayed their conversation over and over in her head; trying to put her finger on what it was about him that turned her on so much.

  Her thoughts about him ran wild. She wondered what it would be like to have sex with an older man. She had only been with guys close to her age. As her mind wandered, she slipped her hand down between her legs and felt the warmth and wetness coming from her.

  She closed her eyes and ran her finger over her thick, meaty clit. She encircled it with light pressure from her middle finger and then rubbed up and down, barely touching her skin. Her body shook harder with every touch of her fingers. Layne imagined that it was the First Sergeant’s tongue exploring her sweet pussy. She fantasized about having him between her legs; his beard scratching against the inside of her thighs and his moustache tickling her clit.

  Her hips slowly moved in motion with her hand. She ran her fingers down into the wetness that leaked from her. Her pussy was hot and its juice dripped out of her and ran down her thigh. She lubed two of her fingers up and gently slid them inside. She worked them in and out of her pussy; while she imagined she was being pleasured by the sexy older man next door.

  She massaged and pulled on her breasts; and she rolled and squeezed her nipples between her fingertips. She could feel the eruption building within her. She pulled her pussy-juice soaked fingers out of herself and went back to rubbing on her clit. Her thighs bucked against her hand and her breath became more rapid. She pressed harder on and circled her clit with her fingers. She let loose of her breast and dug her nails into her bed as the volcano erupted inside of her. Her body twitched and she moaned with delight.

  When the electricity quit flowing through her she rolled over and drifted off to sleep; satisfied by her own fingers and the thoughts of the man next door.

  Layne woke up several hours later. She jumped out of bed and into the shower. She couldn’t get Scott out of her mind. He consumed her thoughts. After her shower she put on some revealing clothes, a little bit of make-up, and pulled her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head. She then walked over to Scott’s place and rang his doorbell.

  He was surprised to see Layne standing on his stoop when he opened his door; he also seemed very pleased.

  “Well, hello there, Sweetie,” Scott said.

  “Hey. I just woke up from a nap and I don’t have anything to do. I thought I’d be neighborly and see if you would like some help unpacking,” Layne said.

  “That’s awful nice of you but you don’t have to help me unpack. I bet there are a million other things that a girl your age can find to get into,” he said.

  “Oh, I know that. I want to help you,” she said smilingly. With that, she walked passed him and into his home.

  “Okay, I’m sure not going to turn a pretty little thing like you away,” he said.

  He gave her the twice over; she was sure of it. She knew he couldn’t resist checking out her cleavage that was pushing up out of the top of her shirt. Her breasts were just as perfect as everything else about her body. Her size Cs perked out firmly from her chest. Beautiful beige nipples topped their tips; and they each had a golden loop with a tiny star etched into the ball attached to it that ran through the middle of them. Layne wanted to rub them in his face; she’d settle with brushing them up against him somehow, to see how he’d respond.

  “So where should I start?” she asked.

  “Let’s see. I have a box of movies and CDs that need to be put on the bottom of the entertainment center and I have a couple boxes of books that need to be put on the bookshelf. You can start with either one of them if you’d like,” he replied and pointed towards a few boxes in the middle of the living room floor.

  “I can do that,” she said as she started towards them.

  Scott was unpacking a couple boxes in the kitchen. He could see her from where he was. The feeling between the two of them was mutual; he couldn’t keep his thoughts off of her either. It had been quite a long time since he had been with someone as young as she was; hell, it had been a while since he had been with anyone. He couldn’t ignore the sexual tension he had felt with her earlier and that had now filled the air in his place as well.

  His dick began to swell as he watched her bending down into the box to pull the books from it. She had on a tiny pair of shorts. He could see where her cheeks met the top of her legs when she was bent over. Scott was glad that his bottom half was hidden from her view so she didn’t see his dick getting hard and begging to get out of his pants. He wanted to rub on himself while he was watching her. He thought about how sweet she would taste if he ran his tongue over the tight little ass that was teasing him from beneath her shorts.

  He was about to give into his urge to play with himself when she stood up and walked his way. He tried to keep her from seeing how hard his cock was but she walked around the counter and into the kitchen with him.

  Naturally, her eyes went straight to the crotch of his pants. She raised her eyes up and they met his. A big smile spread across her face.

  “Does your dick always stay like that, Sir, or do you just like what you see?” she said to him in a stifled voice.

  “I’m so sorry, Layne. You were bent over the box and I tried to look away. I don’t know what to say,” he fumbled for words.

  Layne closed the distance between them and put her hand gently over his mouth. “Shh. You don’t have to say anything, Sir. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

  She grabbed onto his dick through his pants with her free hand. He squirmed for a second when he felt her grip. She rubbed on his cock through his pants. She moved her hand from his lips and rubbed his balls with it. She loved the way his thick, hard dick felt in her hand. She couldn’t help but imagine how wonderful it was going to feel inside of her. Her panties were starting to become saturated with the juices that were flowing from her tight pussy.

  He leaned back against the counter and gasped for his breath as she stroked him. He moaned and grunted from the joy she was giving him.

  When she unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down, his pre-cum started to leak from his dick. She pulled his pants and boxers down and got a glob of the pre-cum on her finger. Layne looked up into his eyes and slowly sucked it off of her finger.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned at the taste of him.

  She lowered her head back down and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked softly at first until she had it covered in a mix of her saliva and his pre-cum. Layne grabbed the base of his dick and took every inch of it in her mouth. She began ramming her head back and forth, sucking fiercely on him.

  She had him worked up more than he had been in way too long. He lost all control and turned into a wild man.
He grabbed onto the back of her head and fucked her pretty little mouth until he filled it with his hot, bitter cum.

  Layne swallowed every drop of it. She was so turned on by him. His dick was the biggest that she had ever seen. She wanted it inside of her badly.

  “Thank you, Sir. I loved sucking your dick. I would love for you to fuck me with it,” she said to him. “Can you go another round?”

  “Honey, there may be snow on the roof but there’s still a fire in the stove. I could fuck you all night long,” he replied, insinuating that just because he had a head full of white hair that didn’t mean he was a ‘one shot and done’ old man.

  “Mmmm. Why don’t you heat me with your fire then, Sir?”

  Thankfully nothing had been set up on his table yet. Scott picked Layne up and put her on the table. He slid her shorts off of her revealing her sweet, bald pussy to him.