I (35F) Asked the Neighbor (18M) to Set Up My TV and Things Went Too Far

My husband was away on a business trip, so I had the house to myself. But the new TV arrived and I just couldn't figure out how to make it work. I kept staring at the setup screen with no clue what to do. I decided to call Daniel, the neighbor's son. He's kind of a nerd and always helps with stuff like that.

He started messing with the cables, totally focused. I was wearing a light dress, one of those loose ones, and no bra since I was home alone. He was in shorts and a tank top, and I couldn't help but notice his arms, defined, like someone who works out. The kid's grown up, I thought to myself.

I stood next to him, trying to understand what he was doing on the TV menu. At some point I bent down to get a better look at the outlet, and since the dress was loose, it fell forward. At first I didn't notice, but when I looked to the side, I saw Daniel's eyes fixed on my chest. He tried to look away fast, but it was too late. I saw what he saw. I pretended I didn't notice and stayed there a little longer than I should have, just to tease.

I noticed the bulge forming in his shorts. When I got up, I made sure to brush my arm against him. He was hard. There was no way not to feel it. I looked into his eyes, and he turned red, embarrassed, trying to step back. I smiled.

— Come here — I said, softly.

He didn't move. I came closer again, this time with my hand. I ran my fingers over his shorts, feeling the bulge. He held his breath.

— You're this hard just from a little peek? — I whispered, looking at him.

He tried to say something, but his voice came out shaky. I didn't let him finish. I slowly pulled down his shorts, along with his boxers, and saw his cock there, rock hard, pointing up. I touched it, felt the warm skin. He let out a soft moan.

— Let me see it better — I said.

I knelt in front of him, held it in my hand, and brought it to my mouth. I started slow, just the tip, feeling him tremble. I put my hand on his thigh to feel his muscles contracting as I picked up the pace. With each deeper suck, he let out a moan, unable to hide it.

— Please — he whispered, not really sure what he was asking for.

I was soaking wet. I got up, took off my panties, and led him to the couch. I pushed his chest, making him sit down. I climbed onto his lap slowly, kneeling over his legs, and guided his cock inside. He slid in easily, I felt him fill me up. I opened my eyes and saw his face, eyes wide, like he couldn't believe what was happening. This was the scene — me sitting on the neighbor's cock on the couch, facing him.

— Like this — I said, starting to move my hips slowly.

He put his hands on my waist, not really sure what to do. I set the rhythm, first slow, feeling all of him, then faster. I took off my dress and he watched my breasts bouncing, his body underneath me. With each thrust down he moaned, his hands gripping my waist tighter.

— You like it? — I asked, my voice almost a whisper.

He could only answer by burying his face in my neck, his arms wrapping around me, his whole body tense. I kept going, feeling he was close. Then he pulled my body tighter against his and I started feeling his cock pulsing inside me, and we came together. He stayed there for a while, clinging to me, breathless, unable to let go.

I stayed on top of him for a moment, feeling his breathing return to normal. When I got up, I fixed my dress, picked up my panties from the floor.

— The TV's working now — I said with a smile.

He looked at me, still dazed, and let out a shy laugh.

— I guess so — he replied, his voice still shaky.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked him to the door. I think I might need help with the TV again someday.