Being A Good Neighbor

by Fantasy World

I was busy in the kitchen making my famous pasta sauce, when I heard the banging at our door. I wasn't expecting anyone. With Earl being out of town, this was a chance for me to rest and play in any way that I wanted to, and I specifically decided not to call any of my girlfriends. I skipped down the stairs from our second floor suite and went to the door. As a precaution (we did not live in the safest of neighborhoods) I took a look through the glass that was at the top of the door, a little flower petal design that served both as decoration and a way to check out who was there. It was cascading rain outside, a typical fall day around these parts, cold and wet. At the door was our neighbor Carlita, and she was soaking wet. She obviously must have gotten caught by storm on the way home from high school. I swung the door open and ushered her into the hall way.

"Carlita, you are drenched," I said to shivering girl. "What is going on? Are you locked out?"

"Yes, Mrs. Stillwater, Momma forgot to leave me the key, and she has gone shopping with Grandma. They won't be home till the stores close at 9pm and Dad is working the night shift. Can I stay here until they get back?"

She stared up at me with those big brown eyes. My goodness, she is a pretty girl, I had to admit. Earl and I would talk about her now and then commenting what a lovely young lady she was becoming, and how sexy she was for a girl so young. She had just turned 15, and already her bosom would have put many a full grown woman to shame. And that bosom was certainly on display right now, as her wet clothes stuck to her chest like glue. And that cold rain had affected her; the chill had hardened up her nipples so they were poking out, quite visibly against her white school girl blouse.

"Can I stay, Mrs. Stillwater?" Carlita repeated.

Her voice took me away from my sexualized thoughts and back to reality.

"Of course, dear," I said.

I loved when she called me Mrs. Stillwater. Yes I was married and had been for almost 3 years to Earl, but I was only 22 and not really Mrs. material.

"Okay, then I think we better get you out of those wet clothes; I can wash them for you, and have them dried by the time your mother and grandmother get back."

"Oh, Mrs. Stillwater, you don't have to go to that trouble." Carlita, looked a bit upset.

"Nonsense," I interrupted. "Come upstairs and let's get you out of those things and into a hot bath, before you catch cold."

"Yes, Mrs. Stillwater," she answered obediently.

We went upstairs and into the bathroom.

"Okay, honey, get out of those clothes and I will pour you a nice hot bath,"

We did not have a shower, one of the disadvantages of renting an older house. Again obediently Carlita began to unbutton her blouse, and slipped out of it, and then unzipped her dark blue school skirt and let it fall to the ground. I turned around from getting her towels to see her standing there in her bra and her white panties. I could not help but notice how big her breasts were.

"Wow, I thought, she is huge; she must be at least a C cup, 34C I bet, and only 15."

Yes her tits were magnificent, especially because the way they were framed by the rest of her body. Her belly was impossibly flat almost concave, and her legs, though shapely were quite slim. I bet she was a size 1 at the most, so her breasts looked huge. A great rack, as Earl would say. Yes, Earl would love to see this, wouldn't he? I thought. I could just picture Earl seeing Carlita like this; I bet his dick would be rock hard in a second at this sight and keeping his hands off her would probably be impossible for him, I thought as I took in the beauty that was this little nymph.

"Ah, Mrs. Stillwater, should I take off my bra and panties now, and get in the bath?"

"Yes, dear." I tried to sound nonchalant. "I will start running the water now, and you can get in and soak."

I busied myself with turning on the water and getting the bath going, and tried to act as if I wasn't interested in the least in seeing Carlita in her full nakedness, but in truth I was. At this point it just seemed a very natural curiosity, we girls do like to compare and check out other females. I heard the rustling of Carlita removing her panties, and a snap of her bra coming off. I turned around and there she was naked as the day she was born, and what a sight she was. I was wrong about her being just hot, she was spectacular. Those breasts that I had just glimpsed were now on full display, proud, high, and saucy, with large oversized brown nipples and areoles. Her tummy was more than flat, it was toned, and as my eyes wandered downwards towards her pubis, I could see that it was shaved, bare, the Brazilian look that was favored by all the girls these days.

The effect of the Brazilian was quite powerful. It simultaneously was highly erotic and at the same time very little girlish. But this was no girl. Her vaginal lips were on full display and quite pronounced, and I could even see her clitoris peeking out. I had the strong instantaneous urge to reach over and stick my hand between her legs, and pull them apart, and rub her till she came. But that couldn't happen, I told myself, and I had better stop thinking ridiculous thoughts. She's your neighbor for god sakes, and a young girl. Yes I had had some sex play with Cousin Sandra when we were both 16, and I had enjoyed it, but that was eons ago, and this would be abuse.

"Can I get in Mrs. Stillwater?" I heard Carlita's voice come to me through my erotically charged daydream.

Again I had to snap back to reality. This was getting ridiculous.

"Yes, Carlita, dear, get in the bath, it is ready.

Like a little doe, she walked around me and lowered herself into the bath, and leaned back against the tub.

"Ash," she said, "that is wonderful," as she relaxed.

As she did, her legs spread and I was treated to a bird's eye view of her cunt. She was just so natural, so uninhibited, and so unaware of the sexual energy she was exuding. Yes, it was a glorious view, her clit, quite large and well formed and her shaved lips which were quite pronounced almost puffy. She kept opening and closing her legs and of course her vaginal opening. It looked like a hungry mouth ready to swallow anything that got close to it, and certainly big enough to accommodate a nice hard prick. I could picture Earl's 7 inch thick rod all red and hard slipping into that hot little cunt, be sort of wild to watch him do her. Wow, where were these thoughts coming from? I wondered.

Well whereever they were coming from, I could not stop myself, I just kept looking at those long lean legs and her slit, but at the same time trying not to let her notice I was staring.

"Well you seem quite settled in," I said trying to be casual though I was not feeling that way. "I should let you bathe in private," and I turned towards the door.

"Mrs. Stillwater," Carilta called my name, it was very cute way she said it too, with just a hint of a Spanish accent, must have been because her parents were from Mexico, though she had been born in Canada.

"Yes, dear? I turned towards her.

"Can you stay and talk with me?" She smiled revealing white well formed teeth, which accented her rather full and quite attractive lips.

"Stay? You want me to stay in here and talk to you."

I looked into Carlita's brown eyes, and noticed how bright they were, almost shiny. I felt myself slipping into her drinking her in, breathing her smell as it mixed with the hot bathwater. Time seemed to slow down, and I was aware in a different way. I felt a slight tightening in my loins, always a sign that I was getting aroused. I dismissed it at first, but it continued, and I felt nervous and a bit panicky, at what I was not sure. I was just being a good neighbor, and that was something I would want for my own little girl, when that day came. Carlita was safe with me, wasn't she?

I saw Carlita lick her lips, her small pink tongue darting out, just a reflex gesture, just a moistening of her lips in the now hot bathroom.

"So Mrs. Stillwater, will you stay and talk?" Carlita repeated, and as she did she lifted her arms up out of the water and reached behind her head to remove a hair pin, causing her pert young breasts to be thrust forward. It was a very sexy move, something a model or a stripper might have done to attract attention, but it was not clear if Carlita was aware of the provocative effect her large, firm breasts had on me. And they were having an effect, much to my chagrin.

I began to be more aware of wanting to keep seeing this girl naked; I wanted to keep looking at her olive skin, so soft and flawless. I wanted to get another view of her pussy and I was starting to be very curious about her bum, what it looked like, what she looked like from behind.

"Sure, honey, I will stay, we can visit, and get to know each other," I said.

This obviously pleased Carlita, and she rewarded me with another smile, still thrusting her now jiggling breasts forward as she struggled to remove the hair pin.

"Do you need help with that honey? It seems stuck," I asked, and then regretted I had done so.

"Yes, thanks," responded Carlita.

This was going to be a bit awkward. I knelt down beside the tub, and I had to reach over her, so my chest was no more than 12 inches from her hot young body. I reached into her hair and tried to undo the offending pin. It seemed to have a locking system on it that was quite complicated.

"Here let me help," she said, and she reached up behind her wet hands on mine. The overall effect was that her face was touching my breasts. I could feel her nose and her mouth rubbing against my tits and that was all it took for my nipples to engorge instantly. Chirist, I thought, this is crazy. Then suddenly the clip unlocked, and I pulled back.

"Thanks, she said simply and smiled another dazzling smile.

I did not get up off the floor but stayed down their kneeling beside the tub, it seemed the natural thing to do, there wasn't really anywhere else to sit in the bathroom other than the toilet seat. We were not more than a couple of feet apart, and up close her breasts were more impressive than ever, as they floated in the water, occasionally she would move and lift herself up and I would be treated to their complete magnificence. I knew I shouldn't stare, but I could not help myself. My breasts are nice, definitely more than a handful, but nothing compared to Carlita's. I knew that she would have many a man throwing himself at her feet, for a feel of those globes.

Then I heard myself saying, "Would you like some bath oil? It is really soothing."

"Yes, please," she instantly responded.

So I went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out my 25.00 bottle bath oil that I kept for special occasions, and poured a few capfuls in the bath. Then I stuck my hand in the water and swirled the oil around, and quite soon, there was a significant amount of bubbles.

"Oooh bubbles," said Carlita, "I love bubbles," and with that she began spreading them across her arms and chest. "This is fun," she said with all the joy of a little girl, as she took a heap of bubbles and put them right on the end of her jutting breasts and seemed to be having a lot of fun rubbing the bubbles on her nipples.

Was she trying to arouse me? I wondered. Maybe not, but she was certainly doing so, now I could feel my own pussy moistening, it was a familiar feeling and clearly she was turning me on.

We made small talk, about school, and friends, and a bunch of other things that I barely remember, it was if I was in a trance, it was almost as if she she had me hypnotized, so to speak. I wondered if she was aware of the powerful effect she was having on me, probably more than usual because Earl had been away for 2 weeks now and I hadn't had a good fucking, which certainly increased my horniness level. But there were all sorts of signs that she was aroused, even though I am not sure it was a fully conscious arousal. She kept opening and closing her colt like legs, slowly, and rhythmically, and then she would arch her back, giving me a view of her luscious soft belly, sometimes she would lick her lips, and occasionally she would very unselfconsciously let her delicate hands drift towards her breasts, just touching ever so briefly her long brown nipples, rolling them between her fingers, and it seemed when she did this she was always looking at me right in the eyes. Each time she did this, I felt a sharp heat in my cunt.

Christ, I thought, does she have any idea how sexy she is? Probably not, the answer came back. Just a girl having a bath, I told myself, but I wasn't sure I completely believed myself.

And then she stood up and the water streamed off her and I was afforded a lovely view of her whole body, legs, pussy, belly, and breasts, all topped by that very pretty face and her beyond shoulder length black hair. When she stood, so did I and I said, would you like a towel, sweety. She nodded, somewhat shyly; all of a sudden it seemed aware of her nakedness in front of me.

Until now, everything had been quite innocent, titillating, but innocent. This was pleasant, I thought to myself. I reached into the cabinet and pulled out one of the fluffy big full length towels Mom had bought me for Christmas, and as she stepped out the tub I draped it over her and absentmindedly began to rub her dry.

"Here," I said, "let me dry you off a bit."

It was a kind gesture, the kind of thing girls like to do for each other, almost sisterly. And so I began to rub her down. Her shoulders, her back, and down towards her bum, rubbing in a very relaxed calm way, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. As I reached her bum, I began to focus on it, rubbing more carefully, as if it was wetter down there than her back. She did not protest, and in fact was very quiet, as I patted and rubbed her bum cheeks and upper thighs gently and insistently.

I kept talking to her, I don't remember a word I said just gibberish and she kept responding. "Uhhuh, yes, yes, that's right," is what I remember her saying, in response to I don't know what.

And then suddenly it hit me, that I was doing more than just drying her, I was trying to arouse her, and I couldn't help myself, an opportunity for sex had presented itself and though I was Mrs. Stillwater to her I was really just a horny bitch who wanted to get her rocks off. I laughed inwardly, and hoped to god that this went well. She was, well....delicious and I wanted to taste her fruits-as forbidden as they seemed to be.

I had begun to reach into her bum crack and rub down towards her vaginal lips, each stroke was a little harder and longer, again all of this was done very subtly. I was ready for her to pull away, ready to stop at a moment's notice. If she did not want this, it would be clear and I would come up with some sort of excuse for my behavior. It was a risk, but my gut told me she was turned on and I was certainly clear about how I felt. For a moment I doubted myself and this whole escapade, but then I felt her noticeably relax into my arms, not limp, but a quiet sort of surrender and at the same time she had definitely spread her legs wider giving me better access to her bum crack and a direct line to her sweet pussy. I had a strong instinct to continue to try to relax her and get her ready for what was hopefully coming, so I reached around the front of her belly and began to rub and dry her belly, moving up and down on her soft but firm young flesh, not touching her tits or cunt, just rubbing back and forth getting close to her vagina but never straying into it. Earl would rub my belly sometimes before we went for the main event, and it was always such a huge turn on, in a very comforting sort of way- it just made me want to spread my legs wide and take him in. I hoped that my belly massage would have the same effect on young Carlita.

All of a sudden it had become quite quiet in the bathroom. I became aware of Carlita's breathing, it had become, sort of shallow, ragged, anticipating something, she felt to me like a trapped bird, a deer caught in the headlights. It was very clear to me that I was in the driver's seat, I was the aggressor and it was up to me to make a move, to take her, or the moment would pass. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but one I am sure boys deal with all the time. So I screwed up my courage, and in one quick motion I reached between her spread legs and cupped her hairless vulva firmly but gently. She gasped in surprise.

"No, No, No," she said, but not forcefully and she certainly did not pull away. I took this as a tentative yes, hoping I was reading the signals correctly, and keeping my right arm firmly around her tummy and holding her quite tight, I began to slide my index finger between her cunt lips, she was wet and not just from bath water- she was definitely aroused- I knew it! I rubbed her back a forth, harder and harder, more girl wetness leaked on to my hand.

"No," she said, again, but this time it was quieter more of plea and much weaker, and almost a tacit acceptance of what was going on.

I said, "It's okay honey," in the most relaxed natural voice I could muster. "This is good," I continued. "Doesn't this feel good?"

She whimpered what sounded like agreement. Then I flattened my hand and continued the rubbing back and forth, across her bare wet vulva, increasing the pressure and tempo, and using my forefinger to keep touching her now swollen clit. After a minute of this, I was rewarded with an animal grunt that came somewhere from deep inside. I could tell she was starting to give in to the feelings that were shooting through her, that was followed by a moan and a further spreading of her legs giving me complete access to her steaming pussy. I loosened my grip on her belly now that I felt she was fully in the throes of heat and moved my hand up towards her large perfect tits, pulling and pinching and rubbing. They felt fabulous. She felt fabulous- wet, hot, and so fresh smelling. It was a real thrill to seduce her, something I had not anticipated or expected, but the energy was real and it was electric.

"Mrs. Stillwater, Mrs. Stillwater," she moaned.

"Yes, honey," I responded.

"You want this, you know you want it, be a good girl, and let me make you feel good."

Something about the word good girl really got to Carlita.

"Yes, I want to be a good girl, ugh, a good girl," and then she moaned again this time with more force and intention, as she became swept up in our passion. I took this as the right moment and my index finger found her steaming cunt hole and entered- my finger slid in easily, she was soaking wet and hot. This set off more sounds, half shrieks, intakes of breath, and moaning, she was clearly losing control, and I was loving every minute of it. She was grinding up against me now, pushing her pert butt against my hand with its invading finger and my boiling pussy. She began to thrust and buck wildly, as my little teen princess built towards orgasm.

But I was not done, just yet. I pulled my finger out of her cunt, and said, "Bend over."

As I pushed back down so her bum was sticking out, I got down on my knees, and forced her long legs apart.

"That's it honey, that's a girl."

I now had a great view of bum and of course her now hot, bald pussy. Quickly, I popped the snap on my Levis, undid the zipper and wiggled out of them, at the same time removing my soaking wet panties. Then I put my arms around her locking them in the front on her heavenly belly, all the while rubbing her gently and making very comforting sounds. Then slowly at first I began to thrust my hairy bush firmly and forcefully against her exposed cunt lips, grinding hard against her bum cheeks in a timeless rhythm. It felt wonderful, to feel my pubis touch hers, and I am sure that my somewhat untrimmed bush was adding to her stimulation. It seemed she responded almost immediately to my ministrations, tilting over a bit more so her aching cunt could be accessed better by mine. This went on for a few minutes, both of us groaning with pleasure as I rammed into her harder and harder and was met by an ever widening spread of her bum and legs as this girl fucking made us both hotter and hotter.

I needed to get fully naked, so I yanked off my T shirt and sports bra and let my engorged tits out. I straightened Carlita up and pulled her back so she could feel my tits against her back, she moaned deeply with pleasure, as my rock hard nipples poked into her back. Instinctively I pushed my nipples into her with more force and moved them across her soft skin.

"Ahh, Ahh," she sighed, at the pleasurable sensation of nipples against skin.

God she felt good. Then, I began massaging her breasts, exactly the way that I liked it done, holding each of them in a hand and gently pushing them up and at the same time letting my hand slide along up to her nipple, and when I reached her now swollen and surprisingly large nips, I tweaked them and rubbed them. I knew this would send shooting pleasure into her groin, it always did for me. And I was right, after a minute of my ministrations she began to thrust her bum against my wet hairy bush searching vainly for a hard dick to get her off.

The standing position was stimulating as hell, but I wanted to really feel Carlita, and have her really feel me. So I said, "Lie down sweety," and pointed to the large fluffy bathmat that decorated the bathroom floor.

Ever obedient Carlita did as told. I pulled her legs wide apart as possible and placed my soaking cunt on her girl pussy, now our clits had perfect contact and the sparks began to fly as we both shivered with pleasure as we pussy fucked. Her hands were groping my breasts, hungrily and the feel of them seemed to push her to new heights. It did not take too long before we both exploded. First it was her, squealing as I slammed into her, and as I felt her come and felt her juices hit my pussy, I came too.

After a few moments of exhausted silence, Carlita spoke.

"Oh Mrs. Stillwater, sighed Carlita, that was wonderful."

"Honey," I said, "after what we just did, you can call me by my first name..... it's Diane, by the way."