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Mrs Rachels had always been a model neighbour.

She lived alone in a house meant for at least two. She always had, as far as he remembered. So when she asked him if he was free to give her a hand with summer chores - and he was, with high school over and college ambling up slowly and his eighteenth birthday long past - he figured it was the least he could do. He wanted to be a model neighbour too.

As a husky, he liked to keep in shape. That made him well suited for moving boxes around and the like. Unfortunately, as a husky, he was not especially well suited for doing anything in the height of summer. His black and white fur, handsome as it was, was just too thick.

He wouldn't give up, though. So he was relieved when she idly suggested he needn't keep his shirt on. Relieved enough not to unpack that statement.

His shirt didn't survive long into clearing out her shed. After his brief and slightly dizzying adventure on her roof, his shoes were discarded too. That left him just working and sweating in the smallest pair of shorts he owned.

Daryl was a hard worker, and a good boy, so he didn't immediately notice that Mrs Rachels was burning through her own clothes at the same rate. The low-cut sundress that hugged her curvy figure so intimately never budged. But if he had been paying closer attention to her chest, he would have noticed that at some point, she had slipped off her bra.

If he had been paying more attention to her scent, beyond the immediate distractions of dust and summer heat and his own sweat, he might have noticed her panties hadn't been far behind.

All in all, it was a productive day. Her house was in noticeably better shape after a few hours' work, which made Daryl proud. He didn't realize they were only getting started.

Mrs Rachels sat him down with a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade. The least she could do to repay him. She gave him a few minutes to recharge and rehydrate in friendly silence, watching him over with a glint in her green eyes he was a little too tired and thirsty to catch.

Once she felt he was ready, she let him know there was just one more thing she needed a hand with. Could she please ask him to come upstairs to the bathroom? She had something to show him in the shower.

Daryl was no plumber, but he had made it this far, one successful task after another. His only concern was how he had already worked up quite a sweat in this heat, but as though reading his mind, she assured him it was the coldest room in the house.

That sounded good. So did fully addressing every single problem he was given - there was a real sense of satisfaction there. He happily agreed, and that seemed to make Mrs Rachels happy too.

After a few more minutes of idle chat as he finished his lemonade, they headed upstairs. The main bathroom was on the ground floor, and the only one up here was the en-suite directly off of Mrs Rachel's bedroom.

He looked over the shower, a big and serious thing that had a full, spacious bathtub attached. While it might have been his lack of specialised knowledge, he couldn't see anything wrong with it.

He did, finally, notice something wrong with the overall picture when, with a flick of his ear, he heard Mrs Rachels click the door shut behind them.

Suddenly, she was right against him. Right in his ear. Telling him that the problem was with the water flow, so maybe he should just go ahead and turn it on. She really emphasis those last three words. 'Turn it on'.

Daryl wasn't sure what to do. It was distracting to feel her body, her chest, pressing so tightly into his back. Before he could formulate a response, she pushed things even further.

She apologised, in a tone that sounded anything but sorry, and admitted she was obviously being silly. If they were going to run the water, they wouldn't want to get their clothes wet.

With that, she calmly started removing his pants.

If he had been uncertain before, now he was completely speechless. His neighbour, a good and reliable woman, sliding her hands into the waistband of his shorts and guiding them down his thighs.

His mind may have been reeling from all this, but his body knew exactly how to react. A woman wanted him naked. She wanted to be naked with him, in a nice, private room. Any other information was secondary.

By the time his shorts were around his ankles, he already had a semi.

Mrs Rachels made her approval clear with a deep, soft purring. Her hands hesitated for a moment, eager to claim him. But she had waited this long, and could wait a little longer.

Instead, she reached for the straps of her dress. Daryl turned just in time to see it hit the floor, revealing everything to him.

She had the figure of a woman her age. Her breasts were full, her stomach was round, her thighs were thick. She was beautiful.

Being a male of a certain age, Daryl's eyes were drawn inexorably to her naked crotch. She had no qualms about that. If anything, she made sure to angle herself in a way that offered him a good view.

She clearly was enjoying the same privilege, taking in the sight of the sweaty teenager in front of her. His charming confusion contrasted with his buff physique and steadily hardening cock. But she hadn't plunged him into this situation just to look at him.

Steadily, one step at a time, she closed in. Tripping over his words, unsure where he could even start, Daryl made some last, obligatory attempt to reason with Mrs Rachels.

She calmly told him to call her Laura, and kissed him. Hard.

He was a little taller, so she had to lean up. She liked that. More boy to climb, to play with. She threw her arms around his broad shoulders and just did what came naturally.

His body was quick to follow suit. When her hips nestled against his, they could both feel just how hard he was. His cock knew exactly what was going to happen next, and it was ready.

Daryl was battling with more abstract thoughts, but the longer she kissed him - the more he felt 'Laura' embrace him, caress him - the more those worries faded. Deeper instincts were screaming at him to just let go. As he felt her eager hands slide down his back, calmly and confidently exploring the curves of his ass, he did just that.

He returned the kiss. He knew he probably came across as inexperienced, but she didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, Laura gave a satisfied little purr as he kissed her back, guiding his arms around her ample waist.

They stayed like that for a little while. Exploring each others' curves, getting used to the taste of the other's tongue. But soon Daryl felt a pressure on his chest. Laura was gently moving him toward the bathtub.

Apparently that hadn't been a total fabrication. It was, in fairness, still a hot day to be pressing bodies together.

When she finally broke the kiss, Daryl had to gasp for breath - not for oxygen, just to steady himself. He had no idea what to say, but she didn't give him the chance to embarrass himself. Still with that gentle pressure, she steered him down into the tub, until his back and bare ass were against the welcoming, cool porcelain.

It was a big bathtub. She had no problem following him in.

Nestled against the back, his tired arms resting on the lip, Daryl was soon kissing her again. This time it was even more possessive. She straddled him, letting her pussy lips just barely graze his thick, ready cock. She was already wet.

Even now, she was patient. He may have been a hormonal, inexperienced, still-mildly-panicked teenager, but she wasn't. Now that she had him here, Laura was content to kiss and caress and tease him for as long as she wanted.

She did just that, until he started to whimper.

This kind of treatment was too much for poor Daryl. Being taken to the edge of anticipation like this, and then left there, wasn't something he had any experience with. Before long, his hips were rocking against empty air, his straining cock desperate to close the gap between them.

Laura let this continue for a little while, until her amusement was outweighed by her kindly pity. She stroked Daryl's chin and reassured him that she was going to take real good care of him. After all, it was the least she could do to repay his hard work.

With that, her other hand gracefully took hold of his shaft. She stroked him, just a little bit, her fingertips feeling out his girth. That was enough to make Daryl's arousal spike even higher, but it was only the start.

With an experienced motion, Laura aligned his tip to her pussy, and then let her weight sink down.

They shared a gasp. For Daryl, it was a brand new experience, different to how he imagined his first time but not at all a disappointment. Laura felt the same. No regrets.

At first, they were both still. Then, Laura moved, gently. Just settling herself in a way that worked for both of them. Daryl just sat there, getting used to this incredible new feeling. He was more than happy for her to take the lead.

She did just that. Once they had a handle on this, on each other, Laura started to move her hips. Slow, but definite. Finally.

They fucked.

Daryl whined softly, letting all of this wash through his young, needful body. Laura's body was warm, almost uncomfortably so in the oppressive summer heat. But pushing her away was the last thing on his mind. Awakening instincts yelled at him to push forward, to pump her pussy hard until he filled her with his seed. He happily rode the wave of those hormones, but otherwise ignored the demands.

She knew what she was doing. What she wanted. His job was simply to give it to her. That's what young, cute neighborhood boys were for.

They were both completely in sync. Without speaking, they had established a clear and inescapable dynamic. The reason Daryl was here was to provide his lovely neighbour with his cock. Everything else was secondary.

Holding on to that thought as tightly as his hands had found her hips, Daryl started to match her movements.

His heart was pounding, and sweat had formed beneath his thick fur, but he had a natural stamina. The muscles Laura had been eyeing all day weren't just pretty to look at. He was in good shape, and here, he had a chance to prove it. The best chance.

Laura kissed him, her lips sweet and demanding. It was easy for her to coax his mouth open so their tongues could meet. She alternated between that - wet, sloppy kisses matching the rhythm of their thrusts - with other means of encouraging him. She licked his neck. She nibbled his ears. She whispered in a low, soft voice about how good a job he was doing.

That job had become Daryl's whole world. Every movement of their bodies brought his arousal even higher, but the primal need to cum in this warm, wet pussy was secondary. Another goal came first: pleasure. Her pleasure. Every light shiver, every hitch in her breath, felt amazing to him.

He tried to stretch things out for as long as he could, but actively losing his virginity didn't give him a lot of control. The first time an abrupt spike of pleasure nearly made him cum, he was able to keep a lid on it. The second time was harder.

It must have showed. Laura laid a hand on his cheek and told him it was okay. She was close too, especially after watching him work all day. She just needed a little more. Something like a load of hot cum inside her warm, wet pussy.

Daryl groaned, his body clenching. She didn't let him retreat, angling his face towards hers and continuing to murmur such sweet, soft, horny things to him. She started to kiss him again too, her soft lips brushing his.

It was all too much. There was no point in holding back any more. Daryl gave in to his bodily instincts, pumping her fast and hard. Laura had enough time to gasp and clench around his youthful cock before it began to twitch.

At last, the lovers shared their long-awaited orgasm.

Neither was disappointed. Daryl had a healthy supply inside him, and after everything he had been through since entering this room, it was primed and ready. He whined softly into her mouth as his balls churned, flooding her body with his seed.

Just as she predicted, it was exactly what Laura needed. She clung tightly to Daryl and felt her own climax wash through her, timed almost perfectly to the spurts of jizz she felt entering her.

She ground her hips as close to his as possible, letting out a deeply unladylike moan. She was past caring about appearances, after all. What happened in this bathtub would stay just between them.

With that in mind, she felt totally comfortable letting loose. She grunted and panted and shivered, savouring every drop. Her lewd fantasies about the cute neighbour boy, played out as she touched herself in bed, were pale imitations of the reality.

Even Daryl's youthful balls had their limit, and soon, he had fully emptied himself into her pussy. Laura lay against him for a little while, her laboured breathing pressing her ample breasts against his body, but (perhaps a little sooner than necessary) she pulled away. Even that felt great. They both enjoyed the feeling of his softening shaft easing out of her walls, and Laura sat back to admire the way his cum pooled slowly out of her satisfied snatch.

They were quiet for a few moments, each catching their breath. The summer heat had done them no favours, and they were both far warmer and sweatier than they had been doing chores.

Laura asked when he was expected home. Daryl said he was an adult now and his parents treated him as such - he could show up at 3am if he wanted. Laura asked if that was what he wanted. Daryl replied he would prefer to stay the entire night.

She grinned at him. The first taste had been everything she dreamed, but she wasn't about to turn down a second. Or third, or ninth...

The pretense about the broken shower was exactly that. It worked fine, and they were soon sharing a session of mercifully cool water, gently kissing and teasing each other as their bodies prepared for more.

Daryl was willing to stay as long as necessary, do whatever it took, to make sure Mrs. Laura Rachels was completely satisfied. She was a model neighbour, after all. It was only fair to return the favour.