It was a warm summer afternoon, and Naughty Neighbor Sage was feeling restless. Her husband was off golfing with his buddies, leaving her alone with the house and her thoughts. She had already cleaned the house from top to bottom and was looking for something, anything, to alleviate the boredom.
As she stood in her kitchen, wearing just an apron over her lacy lingerie, Sage’s mind wandered to her favorite toy box hidden away in the attic. She hadn’t used any of those goodies in a while, not since her husband had lost interest. But today, with the house empty and nothing but time on her hands, Sage was feeling extra naughty.
Just as she was contemplating fetching a toy or two, the doorbell rang. Sage looked out the window to see her young neighbor Tommy standing on the porch. He was a sweet boy, always so polite and eager to lend a helping hand. Probably here to check on her, Sage thought with a smirk.
She opened the door, making sure to stand just right to give Tommy a nice view of her ample cleavage peeking out from the apron. “Well hello there, Tommy. What brings you by today?”
“Hi Mrs. Sage,” Tommy said, looking down at his feet shyly. “I just wanted to check in on you, make sure you’re doing all right. With Mr. Sage gone and all.”
“How very thoughtful of you,” Sage purred, reaching out to pat Tommy’s cheek. Her hand lingered a moment too long. “Why don’t you come on in? I just put on a fresh pot of coffee.”
Tommy followed Sage into the kitchen, his eyes glued to the sway of her hips beneath the short apron. Sage poured them each a mug of coffee before perching on a barstool, crossing her legs slowly. The apron rode up her thighs, exposing the lacy tops of her stockings.
“So Tommy, how have you been? Still dating that sweet little thing from church?” Sage asked, taking a sip of coffee. In truth, she couldn’t care less about Tommy’s love life. But she needed something to keep his attention while she figured out how to play this.
“N-no ma’am, we broke up last week,” Tommy mumbled. “She said I was too…inexperienced.”
Sage tutted sympathetically. “Well, that just won’t do, will it? A strapping young man like you needs a woman who knows what she’s doing.”
Tommy looked up, eyes wide. “You really think so, Mrs. Sage?”
“Oh yes,” Sage said, voice low and husky. “In fact, I think I might be able to help with that little problem.”
Setting her mug down, Sage stood and untied her apron. She let it fall to the floor, revealing her skimpy lingerie in all its glory. Tommy’s mouth dropped open at the sight of her voluptuous body barely contained by scraps of lace.
“Mrs. Sage, I…” He trailed off, at a loss for words.
“Shhh, just call me Sage, baby,” she cooed, sauntering over to him. “And don’t you worry, I’m going to take real good care of you.”
Sage pushed Tommy down into a chair and straddled his lap, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. “Mmm, feels like you’re just about ready for your first lesson,” she purred, reaching down to palm him through his pants.
Tommy groaned, head falling back. “Oh god, Mrs. Sage. I mean, Sage. This is so wrong.”
“Wrong?” Sage laughed, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Sweetie, this is so very right. Trust me, I’m going to make you feel better than any little girl ever could.”
She leaned in close, her breasts pressing against his chest as she nipped at his ear. “I’m going to teach you exactly how a real woman handles boredom. And you’re going to be my very good boy and do everything I say, understand?”
“Yes ma’am,” Tommy breathed, completely under her spell. “I’ll do anything you want.”
Sage smiled, trailing a hand down his chest. “That’s my boy. Now, why don’t you get on your knees for me? Let’s start with lesson one.”
Tommy scrambled to obey, sinking to his knees in front of Sage. She towered over him, a goddess in lace and heels. Slowly, teasingly, Sage began to peel off her lingerie, revealing her mature curves inch by tantalizing inch.
“Go on, baby,” she urged as she bared herself to him. “Put that mouth of yours to good use. Show me how much you want to please your Sage.”
Tommy dove forward, burying his face between her thick thighs. He’d never tasted a woman before but he quickly got the idea, his tongue delving between her folds to seek out her most sensitive spots.
Sage threw her head back with a low moan, tangling her fingers in Tommy’s hair. “Ohhh yes, just like that,” she praised breathlessly. “Get that tongue in deep now. Lap up all my sweet juices like a good boy.”
She rode his face shamelessly, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from his inexperienced mouth. Tommy worked tirelessly, spurred on by Sage’s filthy praise and the taste of her dripping arousal.
Before long, Sage was grinding against his face hard, her thighs clamping around his head as she neared her peak. “Fuck, don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice ragged with need. “Make me come all over that pretty face. Do it, baby!”
Tommy redoubled his efforts, tongue and lips working feverishly to bring her to climax. With a keening cry, Sage came undone, her release flooding Tommy’s mouth and chin. He lapped it up eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop of her essence.
As Sage caught her breath, she pushed Tommy back and stood on shaky legs. “Mmm, very good, baby,” she purred, reaching down to stroke his face. “You’re a natural. I think you’re ready for your next lesson.”
Tommy looked up at His Favorite Naughty Neighbor adoringly, face sticky with her juices, eager to continue his education in the art of pleasing a real woman. Sage smiled, her eyes glinting with wicked promise. This was going to be a very long, very filthy afternoon indeed.