That he was living next door to a porn star came, of course, as a shock.
He was slow to find out. The mailman delivered number thirty-six’s mail into his box by mistake. He was an unashamed watcher of so-called adult movies and her name was well known to him. In fact she was one of his favourites. There it was, her name on a handful of bills and junk mail. Of course he couldn’t be certain it was she; there must be more than one Bianca West.
Bianca West, she of the boobs and legs and ass and ever welcoming pussy.
So-called ‘maturity’ had supposedly prompted her retirement. Mature or not, he thought her lovely. She’d brought countless erections to his mainly solo life. So he waited, waited to catch a glimpse of his suddenly far more interesting neighbour.
He was, living next to Bianca West, THE Bianca West he hoped. He’d not seen this neighbour since he’d moved in a month or more earlier.
One morning, as he blew into his too-hot coffee, he heard a squeaking in the back yard. He went to the window and there she was, his neighbour, hanging out her washing. She had her back to him. Tall and blonde, well that at least was right. But she wore loose, kind of shapeless pants and top. Then she pegged a bra to the line. It looked big, suggestively big, so, maybe? Another big bra followed and then panties. The panties told him nothing, white cotton and very ordinary looking.
His curiosity proved too much. He moved to the door and slipped out onto the back deck. The storm door escaped his fingers and slammed. She glanced round. It was she, no doubt, no doubt at all. She smiled. He’d have known that smile anywhere. How many times had she smiled up at him or rather up at the watching camera; usually while she performed some remarkably erotic feat?
“Hi!” she said.
“Hi” he said, “You’re Bianca West, aren’t you?”
“The Bianca West?” he wasn’t forming his words too well, “The real one, the one in the films?”
She chuckled, the chuckle he’d heard before, many times. “Yes, the one in those films.”
He’d run out of conversation.
She gestured, “Coffee?”
“Got any more?”
“Yes I do,”
They sat on her back deck drinking his coffee and he decided it was a splendid morning. The sun was warm but the crisp air was having its way with her nipples. They were perfectly outlined by her cotton top. He tried, with limited success, not to focus too much on her famed breasts. But Bianca West was more than just a sex goddess; she was fun to talk to.
She made them more coffee in her kitchen.
Strange how the most unlikely of people hit it off. They talked as easily as if they’d known each other for years.
But he was having trouble with those nipples. She obviously wore no bra. Among her other assets in her movies, she had very big nipples and now their outline was mere three feet away and his eyes somehow just had to check them every so often.
She giggled and he looked up into her eyes. She said, “They’re always a distraction.” She made to stand up. “Wait here, I go and get dressed.”
“No don’t do that. I’m sorry. It’s just that … .”
“You can’t help being a male. It’s not a crime. I’m flattered.”
He forced himself to keep eye contact. “I’ve seen most of your films.”
“Now I’m really am flattered. What was your favourite?”
There was no doubt in his mind but he pretended to think for a while. “Your last I think, it was a classic.”
“But I was getting a bit long in the tooth.”
He looked at her. “Don’t say that, you’re beautiful. Your films got better and better, and so did you.”
“Fifty, last year,” she said sadly.
He laughed. “I don’t care, you’re still a wonderfully sexy woman.”
“I think I like my new neighbour. Could it be that he likes oral sex too?”
Roger sat perfectly still, his mouth slightly open. Had she really asked that? His cock swelled as he pictured her red lips round it. A blowjob from Bianca West? He must be dreaming.
She smiled at him. “I’ll bet you imagined me kneeling between your legs sucking you off.”
“I’m sorry, but yes I did.”
“Ah, the typical male,” she said, a smile on her lips, “sorry, but I was thinking of you going down on me.”
Roger’s mind shifted gears and thought of the countless shots of Bianca’s pussy he’d watched. His cock continued its growth and he said, quite truthfully, “I‘d love that.”
Bianca chuckled, “Really!” She sounded quite delighted. “It’s been a long time since my pussy had some proper loving.”
His cock was rigid now.
She slid down in her chair and moved her feet apart. She parted her knees.
There was no doubting the silent invitation and Roger found himself kneeling on Bianca West’s sundeck staring at the tight-stretched crotch of her jogging pants.
“Well?” she said in a hoarse whisper, “Would my neighbour like to nuzzle me?”
He didn’t answer but put his hands on her thighs and bent slowly and pressed his face gently into her groin.
Her gasp and murmured, “Ummm,” matched his surge of pleasure. It had been a long time for him too. Her scent was wonderfully musky through the soft fabric of her pants. Her body heat radiated into his mouth and nose. She squirmed gently against him and her hands were on the back of his head pressing him against her.
“Oh, sweet man, don’t stop!”
He wasn’t about to stop. He dropped one hand and slid it into the top of his pants to free up his trapped and straining cock. Opening his mouth he took a gentle bite of her pants and her pussy. She writhed and her thighs closed about his head. Unbelievable, he had his face between Bianca West’s legs, un-fucking-believable.
Bianca West was in heaven. Incredibly an orgasm was already near. It was forever since anyone had done this to her and too long since she’d come from with anyone’s attentions but her own. Usually so much in control of her body’s reactions, this time she simply let it have its way.
Her orgasms on screen were always wonderfully violent and genuine looking. It was said that they were always the real thing. Roger was on the receiving end of this real thing. Her mound pummelled his mouth and nose as she bucked her way through the climax; her thighs and hands held his head. He slid his hands round and down and held her ass. He was only too happy to be her captive – he was just managing to get enough air.
When at last she relaxed he was able to sit up and look at her. Her eyes were closed and he gazed at her heaving bosom. The famous West breasts were plainly outthrust against the loose top she wore. Her nipples echoed her arousal, poking out oh so proudly.
She opened her eyes and he saw her watching him.
“Oh God, that was beautiful,” she said softly, “I’ve half a mind to make you do that again.”
“’Twould be my pleasure Mistress,” Roger said, meaning every word.
“Not every man will happily do what you did just now. Would you really do it again?”
“Well, I’m not every man, so, yes I’d love to pleasure you again.”
“’Pleasure me,’ I love that. ‘Mistress’ sounds very nice too. I’ll try not to be too strict.”
She got to her feet and raised her top clear of the waistband of her pants.
She smiled down at Roger “Pull them down, slowly.”
Roger hooked his fingers into the top of her pants and eased them down over her hips. There was that lovely deep navel. This was an incredible, a scene from one of her movies but for real and up close.
Slowly he moved her pants down. Seemingly no underwear. Down further, surprise. A few blonde curls! He’d not believed she was really a blonde.
“You’re a real blonde!”
“I’m all real, every little bit. I’m rather proud of the fact “
He peeled the pants further and they suddenly slipped a few inches. Her mound was covered in a shock of blonde curls.
“You’re not shaved any more.”
Bianca gave a little giggle, “Just one surprise after another. Hope you’re not disappointed.”
“Not at all. I think they look wonderful, shaved or natural.”
She kicked the pants away and sat down and slowly parted her knees. Roger stared as she showed herself to him. Her pubic hair glistened like gold in the warm morning sunshine. Her pinkness glistened as her thighs opened yet wider.
He was about to put his hands on her knees when she brought them together.
“This isn’t fair,” she said and got to her feet. “You’ve already pleasured me once. Let me show you something else that might interest you.” She turned and started towards the house.
Roger wondered if this was just a clever piece of teasing on her part. He’d have loved nothing more than to go down on her again – well there was one thing he‘d rather do. As always the woman was in control; he suspected Bianca was usually in control.
The top barely covered her ass. Amazing, Bianca West in nothing more than a shirt and he, Roger, was alone with her.
She led him into the house and to the foot of the stairs. He followed her a few steps behind. The shirt no longer hid anything and for a short while he was able to admire her thighs and ass as they preceded him. A wide, plump-buttocked ass that had entertained him so often on film was now swaying hypnotically in front of him. The stairway was too dark for a detailed examination but oh what a lovely bottom Bianca had!
“When I left they let me take my whole wardrobe,” she said as she opened the doors. The wide closet was full. Seemingly hundreds of hangers, each with its own garment. The floor was full, rows of shoes and boots, all, it seemed with her trademark, spiked, high.
“Sad, isn’t it?” She said, waving a hand at the clothing.
He just stood and stared. Here and there he thought he recognised a piece of clothing from one or another of her movies. The little plaid skirt, oh yes, he remembered that, remembered it very well. His cock swelled yet again.
“I don’t think it’s sad. I loved your films.”
“What would you like me to wear?”
“You mean, here, now?” he stammered, his mind’s eye flicking along the clothing.
“Yes, here, now, for a fan. You said you liked my last movie? Something from that?”
Roger swallowed and nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Well, go downstairs and wait for me.”
He wandered around her living room hardly daring to believe what seemed to be happening. Nervousness had robbed him of his erection. He thought back to those minutes on her back deck, her open thighs, the pinkness that glistened between them. His cock stirred back to life and he prayed she wasn’t just teasing him. He rubbed himself through his pants.
There was a bookcase full of tapes, four shelves of them and below that a shelf of DVDs. He recognised the titles. It must be a complete collection of her movies.
He’d told her he’d seen most of her films. Looking at the collection he realised he’d exaggerated but he did recognise many of the titles.
“Close your eyes,“ her voice called from upstairs.
He obeyed and heard movement as she descended. Roger pictured a scene from the movie and wondered if he was right. He hoped he was.
Come back one week from today to read Part Two of this sexy story.
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