0 comments/ 70486 views/ 5 favorites Just Across the Street By: Suesse Long before she actually moved into the new house across the street he knew that she was a widow and that she had a child. He had heard all about her one day at the town hall where he renewed his recycle id tag. At the post office he found out that she drove a blue car and was a social worker. Around Christmas time, he stopped by the hardware store and heard that she had been trying to put up Christmas lights and needed to be talked out of buying a long ladder to get up to the gutters. That made him smile. His house was right across from hers but a little away from the road. He was hardly ever home since he traveled a great deal for the agency. Nobody really knew what he was doing, but everybody around him had been speculating for years. Anything out of the ordinary did not go unnoticed in this town. Ever. The first time he saw her as he drove by to pull into his driveway, he saw that she was independent. Of course he had known that because not every widow with a small child just went out and bought a house on her own. But nevertheless he could see it at the tip of her nose that she was not only used to doing things her own way but that she liked it as well. He watched her carry in groceries before she stood by the side of the road to wait for the school bus, her long curly blond hair fluttering in the wind. The next time he saw her was when he came out of the deli with a sandwich under his arm. She was walking by with her son, obviously explaining something of immense proportions because she used her arms to make a point. Her son was listening intently and then they both laughed. That's when he knew she was proud. Months went by and when spring came around, he gradually saw her outside more. One day he came home after a week in Florida and saw her digging a hole in front of her house. After carrying his bag inside, he watched her planting the evergreen tree she had bought last December. Trained to notice people and things, he could tell she was watching him closely whenever they were outside at the same time. Sometimes, she came home or walked out of the house when he walked onto the street to get his mail, and they said 'hi' casually, all the while knowing they did not feel that casual about it at all. There was something about her that made him think about her a lot. Maybe it was her thick hair that he wanted to sink his fingers into; maybe it was her green eyes following him up the driveway; maybe it was her laugh that sometimes carried across the lawn and that was highly contagious. He could not figure it out, just felt drawn to her; knowing she was different. It was 2 am when he came home one night from playing pool with some of his old friends. He pulled into the driveway, parked, got out, and was just about to turn around to unlock the front door when something across the street caught his eye. Hesitating only for a second, he made his way across the lawn towards the street to get a better look. Great, he thought, as he got close enough to make her out on the steps in front of her house in the darkness. She saw me coming towards her and now it is impossible to just turn around. He had not planned this and felt himself reacting to not look like an idiot. So he crossed the street, walked up her driveway and sat down next to her on the front steps. 'Must be nice to come home whenever you want,' she said quietly, and even without looking at her he knew she had been crying. 'To an empty house?' he replied and wondered what made him say this. 'It's not much of a home.' There was a long silence. Then, 'Lonely?' he asked and turned his head to look at her. She sat on the upper step with her back leaning against the wall of the house, looking up at the stars. The slight breeze moved her hair ever so lightly, and when she turned her head to look at him, there was no pity in her eyes. 'Lonely always, but sometimes it just becomes unbearable,' she said and she continued looking at him, trying to figure out if it was worth telling him the truth. He did not look away. 'And what do you do then?' he asked. 'I go outside to look at the stars, spy on neighbors, and talk to myself.' He couldn't help but smile. She was beautiful and funny. He had also noticed that she did not wear any perfume and remembered walking by some women in the deli who said she never wore makeup and that she probably did not even comb her hair. To him, this was refreshing and made her even more attractive. 'You don't really have to spy – all you need to do is talk to the locals and you'll hear more than you want to.' They both laughed. 'Yes, well, tell me then, Marc: Are you gay?' She had caught him totally off guard and when she saw the shocked expression on his face, she laughed out loud, touching his shoulder through the thin cotton of his shirt for a split second with the palm of her hand. 'Sorry, I shouldn't have,' she began but he interrupted her. 'No, no, that's quite all right. But why don't you tell me first how much money you really have hidden away to afford this house.' Her touch had been electrifying and his mind was racing as he bent his right knee to hide his growing erection. 'Are you working for the FBI?' she asked into his thoughts on how a simple and innocent touch could have such an effect on him, a 35 year old man who did not get excited about anything too quickly. 'Yes, I am,' was his simple reply. 'And how come a gorgeous guy like you hasn't had a relationship in five years even though every woman in this town and the ones in a ten mile radius want to go out with you?' Apart from being independent, proud, strong, and beautiful, she also was honest, funny, and very direct. 'You say every woman – does that include you?' She was taken aback – but only for a second. 'Would it make a difference?' she came back and he had to smile once more. Her directness and taunting provocation had him in a stage of ambivalence that he neither had expected nor felt in years. He decided to take the plunge. 'Yes it would,' he said and was surprised that there was no ambivalence whatsoever in saying that. He looked at her, waiting for a response but none came. She simply sat there staring at him. What the hell did I just do, he thought to himself. She shook her head and then they both started to laugh. 'Wow,' she said after a while. 'Not bad for someone sitting on her doorstep at 2 in the morning.' He smiled. 'And neither for a guy who has not had a relationship in five years.' He bent his knees some more. 'But you have had sex?' she inquired and blushed at her boldness when he looked at her from the side. But he shrugged his shoulders. 'Yes, a quick fuck here and there, nothing earth shattering and certainly nothing that makes you feel warm all around for days to come.' He paused, half wondering why he was so honest and talkative, and then continued, 'I haven't had sex in about a year.' He wanted to add more when he saw a car approaching slowly. 'There comes the couple from across the street. We're going to be in the papers tomorrow.' He was surprised when he felt her hand once more, on his arm this time, urging him to get up. 'Come inside,' she said as he stood. When he closed the door behind him she was already standing at the top of the stairs. Barefoot, wearing a tank top and shorts, she looked down at him without saying a word, and he took off his shoes before he followed her, feeling her touch still on his arm. 'Touch me again,' he said quietly, standing in front of her, barely a foot apart. 'When you touch me it's like I am on fire and I haven't felt like this in ages,' he murmured as he watched her hands rise to his shoulders. He continued watching her hands gliding down his arms slowly, barely touching him. He shuddered involuntarily. When he felt her hands next to his own, he took them into his and closed his eyes to take in the sensation of her warm hands and then her fingertips against his skin as they made their way up the inside of his arms. Palms pressed against his chest, her hands traveled down across his flat stomach, took a hold of his shirt and pulled it over his head and off him after he had willingly raised his hands over his head. She looked at him almost in awe, touching his now bare chest and muscular arms with her soft hands, driving him insane with desire. 'You are so beautiful,' she whispered, looking up at him. 'I am afraid I will wake up any second.' He smiled at her, somehow unable to move. 'Baby, I am real and right here for you if you want me.' At that, she embraced his face with her hands. 'I want you,' she whispered before she moved her hand to the back of his head to pull him closer to her. Fighting the urge to pinch herself to realize this was not real, she pulled his face to her until his lips touched hers lightly and tentatively. She hadn't felt a man this close in so long that her senses were on overload as she felt the tip of his tongue creating sensuous trails on her bottom lip. She couldn't get enough of the texture of his hair, the warmth of his skin, the look of his muscular chest and arms, and the scent of his body. Opening her lips slightly to his playful tongue, she expected him to deepen the kiss. Instead, he backed away and started to plant little short kisses all over her face. She giggled. 'You smell and taste so good,' he said between kisses of her eyebrow and the tip of her nose. 'I am going to kiss and taste every inch of your body!' It might have been his deep throaty voice. Maybe it was the pure confidence in his voice; or maybe it was her pussy that started to ache when he talked of kissing and tasting. She didn't know, but she abruptly ended the series of short kisses by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling down his head until his lips were pressed onto her mouth. And once his tongue met hers, nothing else existed. It was pure fire; fire that extended from her mouth to her tits and pussy and made her moan against his lips. Tongues playing, bodies touching, closer and closer still, and when she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his hips to feel his hard cock against her pussy through the material of her shorts, they both moaned loudly. 'My bedroom,' she managed to say, 'around the corner!' He carried her down the short corridor, into her room, and shut the door with his back. Her window was wide open, the soft breeze moving her curtains. 'Lock the door!' she whispered, and he turned around to do as she asked. When he looked back onto the bed, she was kneeling in the middle, her arms crossed in front of her belly, her fingers gripping the edges of her tank top and pulling it up and over her head. In the back of his mind he knew this was the time to take off his clothes, to leap onto the bed, to take what was so obviously presented to him. But he stayed where he was, watching her naked tits move gently up and down under her breath. 'Do something, damn it!' a voice said inside of him. 'You look like an idiot who has never seen a naked woman before.' But he stayed where he was. Her eyes were locked onto his as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her shorts and pulled them down slowly. She could swear his heart was beating at the same alarming rate as her own as she got up from the bed and walked towards him, now only dressed in skimpy purple cotton panties. His eyes scanned down her body and then returned back to her eyes as she touched his chest with her hands again. Her touch felt like fire on his now heated skin, traveling downwards until her fingers reached his button fly. His cock, rock hard in his pants, lurched upwards when she unbuttoned his pants. She was standing so close now that her erect nipples brushed against his chest. He sank his fingers into her thick hair and kissed her deep at the same time as she pushed his pants over his hips and closed her hand around his thick cock. The loud moan he made against her lips as she began to stroke his cock surprised him. He needed to touch her, but when his fingers brushed against her tit in a first light touch, she pulled his hand away and kissed down his chest and belly instead. Her lips left a moist trail on his skin while she kneeled in front of him, and he leaned back against the bedroom door. He desperately needed something to hold on to as he watched her face getting closer to his rigid cock. He grabbed her hair when she touched his cockhead with her tongue, tentatively, teasingly, before she planted short kisses on the inside of his thighs. He groaned. 'Let me feel your lips on my cock again, baby,' he moaned, his voice deeper than usual. He was rewarded by her full lips closing around the head. 'Oh God, yes, put more of it into your mouth. You're so hot baby!' She licked the underside of his cock with the tip of her tongue slowly while she listened to his moans, thoroughly enjoying him being so vocal. 'You drive me insane, baby,' he made, his one hand closing around the doorknob. Gently, she licked around his balls and then took one into his mouth while she stroked his large cock with her hand. Sitting up on her feet and her thighs spread, she looked up at him as she closed her lips around the head and sucked half of his cock into her mouth. Building up a rhythm between her mouth and her hands on the lower part of his cock, she could tell he was getting close when his grip tightened around her head. She let go of his cock and stood up, smiling at the frustration in his eyes. 'I want you to come inside of me,' she said, pulling him to her bed. 'And I want it to last.' He laid down onto his back and pulled her on top of him. 'Then you better be on top,' he said, smiling at her while raising his arms over his head. 'And you should tie me up before I lose control and ravish you like there is no tomorrow.' She returned his smile, taking off her panties and then placing her knees to either side of his hips. 'I don't even know if the condoms in my drawer have expired or not,' she said, bending over towards the drawer to pull one out, accidently brushing against his hard cock with her pussy. They both moaned. 'I can't wait to be inside of you, baby!' he said while he watched her breaking the foil. 'But maybe we should wait until tomorrow. I'll get some condoms at the store and have the whole town in an uproar of gossip in no time.' He thought for a second. 'I could mention your name somehow.' She shook her head, smiling, rolling the thin plastic down his thick cock. 'I agree we need better condoms but this will do for now. I will not wait a second longer to feel you deep inside of me.' He laughed, feeling the condom to see if it was stretched far enough down his shaft and then took a hold of her hips. 'Then ride me, baby. Do as you want with me.' Placing one hand on his chest, she parted her pussy lips with the other, surprised by how incredibly wet she was. Feeling the head of his cock brush against her inner lips made her moan and then she let her body sink lower onto his hips, taking his cock in inside of her, and she let her head fall back and touched her tits with her hands. 'Oh baby, you are incredible,' he moaned, covering her hands with his, guiding her hands on her tits. 'You are so beautiful!' Not able to stay passive any longer, he sat up and pressed his face into the mold between her breasts while she moved her legs into a more comfortable position and let her hands roam over his back. The first touch of his tongue on her nipple sent sparks of electricity through her body and left her pussy even more sensitive. She closed her eyes, taking in the incredible sexy feeling of a thick cock filling her and a moist tongue increasing her arousal. She pulled his face closer to her tits. Rocking back and forth they found a steady rhythm while exploring each other's bodies. Her nipples were swollen and erect from his sucking, and he loved the sight. He couldn't get enough of kissing her swollen lips and playing with her tongue while the slow pace of pumping his cock in and out of her pussy drove both of them crazy. 'Lay back, baby!' he said after a while. 'I want to see your pussy!' Laying in front of him and pulling on her nipples with her fingers, she watched him gazing over her body and she could tell he liked what he saw. Slowly, she let her hands travel across her belly to her thighs hugging his waist and then back up to where their bodies were still joined. She parted her outer lips with her fingers. There was a sudden intake of breath as he watched her exposing herself to him. He bent over and reached for a pillow to prop up her head. He wanted her to see what to him was the most erotic act ever. They both watched as her fingers explored her pussy and showed him how she liked to be touched. His cock lurched inside of her when she circled her clit with one finger. Her swollen inner lips surrounded his cock like a flower bud, and she was so wet that even her trimmed bush glistened with her cream. 'Baby, you have the most beautiful pussy,' he said, his voice shaking. 'You have no clue what it does to me to see you like this.' He pulled his cock out of her wet hot pussy until only the head remained inside, and when she said 'Fuck me, Marc! Fuck me hard!', he let himself go. Taking a firm hold of her hips, he plunged into her to the hilt, watching her moan before him. She was so beautiful with her tits swaying from side to side as he fucked her. He could feel her vagina clench around his rigid cock when she tensed in anticipation of her first orgasm. Closing her eyes, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to her as the first wave of her orgasm made her moan loudly. 'Oh, God, yes…' she screamed against his shoulder, locking her legs around his waist. Her tightening pussy milked his cock, and he could feel himself going over the edge as he buried his face in her hair, his hands grasping her ass as he lifted her up off the bed and turned around with her, pushing up into her in an ongoing orgasm that made him cry out loudly before she fell down on top of him, their skins heated and covered with a thin sheet of sweat, their breathing ragged, their combined juices running down over his softening cock and balls. He put his arms around her and felt her nuzzle up to him, her head resting on his chest. He closed his eyes. It was time to get up and leave. He had had a better orgasm than usual. He should leave it at that. But he did not move. He raised his head to kiss her hair on top of her head. Then he reached down between their bodies and pulled the condom off of his cock. He dropped it on the floor. He had violated a rule: He had slept with someone he could not just turn away from and never see again unless he moved to another house. Now, he had violated another rule: He had already stayed much longer than he usually did. She stirred on top of him, trying to slide off his body, but he held her close. Feeling his firm hug, she sighed contently and stayed where she was. Violation number three: He had just thought about eating her pussy. 'I guess this is about the time for me to say that you were terrific,' she said into his thoughts, her head still resting on his chest. 'That would be a lie,' he answered, his voice deep and calm; his fingers drawing slow imaginary patterns on her back. 'After I eat your sweet pussy for as long as it takes you to have five intense orgasms you can call me terrific,' he added, putting rule violations out of his mind and letting his desires take over. 'Is that your usual quick-fuck experience?' she asked casually, still enjoying his hands on her back and his body underneath her. 'Hell no,' he said promptly. 'A quick fuck means fucking only, little to no kissing, and definitely no pussy eating.' He laughed a sarcastic laugh as he listened to his own words. 'And of course I would be out the door within two minutes after cumming.' She lifted her head to look into his eyes. She had gone to bed with a complete stranger. Even though she had seen him on occasion for the last half year, she had never known his eyes were of such a dark blue until this instant. She had tried to not make any assumptions about his character and had focused on his tall and muscular body instead. She had no reason whatsoever to believe he was a caring and compassionate guy, and yet his cold and sarcastic words seemed to be in direct contrast to what he had given her minutes ago. 'You are free to go,' she said quietly. 'No hurt feelings, no questions asked,' she added before a smile appeared on her face. 'And no stalking, either. Promise!' She held up her hand in a gesture of honesty that made him laugh. Just Across the Street Ch. 2 Marc turned onto his back and simultaneously pulled up the flannel sheet to cover his naked body. He caught a glimpse of the first sunlight shining through the window onto the bed before he closed his eyes again to catch some more sleep, ignoring his slightly hard penis. There was a hand crawling towards him under the sheets, gentle fingers climbing his arm, playing lazily with the dark hair on his chest. He sighed. There were fingernails dragging their way south across his skin, tickling his flat stomach. He smiled in his sleep. There was a rustle of sheets and sudden movement beside him. He felt an indefinite warmth by his now completely hard cock and felt it lurch towards its source. Images of color and sound entered his mind as this warmth surrounded his cock fully now; unfocused, unreal sound that gradually increased in intensity and turned into a loud moan as Lara let his wanting cock glide in and out of her hot cunt in a slow rhythm. Sound, his own voice, 'Ride me, baby, ride me!' waking himself up completely. He opened his eyes to find Lara sitting on top of him, her blond hair wild and unkempt, her green eyes sparkling before she closed them to take in the pleasure she got from riding his cock. His palms touched her nipples briefly before he took a hold of her waist in an effort to bury his hard cock deeper in her delicious wetness. Then suddenly, there was a determined knock on the door and his cock was left suddenly bare and cold. Shivering, he turned onto his side to the edge of the bed in order to grab the sheets that had fallen to the floor, awake but still too sleepy to fully comprehend what was happening. There was the knock again, louder this time, and accompanied by a boy's voice: 'Mom, why did you lock your door? What are you doing in there?' Getting a hold of the sheet on the floor, he suddenly felt two hands pressing flat against his back, pushing him forward swiftly so that he fell off the bed onto the floor, out of sight. 'Sorry!' he heard her mutter before she jumped off the bed and unlocked the door. 'Mom!', Marc heard the voice again, this time much closer, and he didn't even dare breathe, leave alone pull the sheet over his body. 'Why did you lock the door?' Holding his breath, he waited for a fabricated excuse coming from Lara. However, Lara seemed to be totally calm. He heard drawers being opened and shut. Apparently she was getting dressed. Good, he thought. 'Good morning, Sam,' she said, and: 'I don't remember locking the door', came her honest answer a second later, and he heard her walk out of the room. There was noise coming from the door again. It sounded like the boy was turning the doorknob. 'You better be more careful, Mom, or you will lock yourself out just like you did yesterday when we left the house.' Letting out his breath slowly, he stayed where he was until he was sure the boy had left the room. Then, getting up quietly, he searched for his clothes and put them on noiselessly. Looking around for his keys, his eyes fell onto Lara's alarm clock. 6:55am. He stared at it, not wanting to believe the time. So that is what life was like with a child around, he thought, before he felt a hand touching his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around. Seeing Lara in front of him, he sighed with relief. 'You can't stay!' she whispered matter-of- factly. 'I got that much.' he whispered back. 'It's not personal,' she added, cocking her head to one side to look at him closely. He shook his head, smiling broadly. She was so beautiful. 'I just don't want him to see you in my bedroom.' 'I understand,' he said. He bent down to give her a kiss while placing both hands on her ass to pull her close to his body. They both moaned when his yet again hardening cock pressed against her stomach. 'You owe me,' he said, pulling away from her and putting on his sandals. 'Now how do I get out of here unnoticed?' 'Just walk down the stairs and out the front door. Sam is having breakfast on the porch right now, so he won't see you.' And so he walked outside, crossed the street and headed for his house. It was not until he had made it halfway up his driveway that he noticed his neighbor with the morning paper in one hand. It looked like he had just picked it up in the front yard. Lara and I are going to be in the paper after all, he thought as he unlocked the front door. When he turned around to look back, his neighbor was still staring after him. Yes, in the paper. Most definitely! Lara carried wood pieces from the car into her garage to build a shelf for all the stuff that had been piling up over the last few months. She was in the right mood to build, sort out, throw away, stack, and clean. She couldn't sit still right now. Her seven year old son Sam had gone over to a friend's house for the day, and so Lara was left to her feelings and thoughts about last night's events. She had been fantasizing about Marc for a long time. Since she was working full time and a single mom the rest of the time, a very sexy neighbor was a welcomed reminder of how she was also and foremost a woman. Often she lay awake at night, sheets bundled up at her feet, her breathing ragged as she ran her index finger around her clit, making herself cum while thinking about him. It wasn't an obsession, it was pure need, lust, passion. And last night she had gotten all she ever wanted from him. It is hard to let a good thing go even though she had only bargained for one night and should have left it at that. She was thinking about him as she got her wrench and put the shelf pieces together in the garage. Wearing worn cut-off jeans and a tight sleeveless shirt, she worked systematically at the problem at hand. Good, she thought, as she lifted up the first shelf and leaned it against the wall. At least terrific sex has not impaired my concentration. I can still put some shelves together without messing it up. She wiped some droplets of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. It was hot outside. Even though she had just taken a shower before she came down, and the garage was cool, a thin layer of sweat covered her body already. Lara guessed there was a ninety percent chance that Marc would never cross the street to her house again. First, he was independent and liked it that way. Second, he didn't seem to be looking for more than a one-night-affair. And third, she had a child. Lara knew that was a major factor. On a night without her son but a few friends, she caught the attention of several men. Anywhere else with her son, however, there was mostly nothing. Kids mean a man somewhere, baggage, and responsibility. Hmmm, Lara thought, and this morning's knock on the door could not have helped either. She smiled at the memory. The look on his face as she pushed him off the bed had been a Kodak moment. 'What are you smiling about?' came Marc's voice from the garage door. Lara swung around, wrench still in hand, to see Marc leaning against the left side of the garage door frame, dressed only in a pair of blue jeans and sneakers, his hands buried in the front pockets of his pants. She tried hard not to let on how happy she was to see him. But her eyes gave her emotions away, she knew. And the big smile on her face was not helping, either. 'I was just thinking of the look on your face when you fell off the bed,' she said truthfully and breathed out with relief when he started to laugh. 'I didn't mean to be rude or anything,' she continued as he made his way over to her slowly. 'Well, you certainly are different,' he said, bending down to kiss her lightly on the mouth. As he stepped back, he marveled at her height. He guessed her at about 5 foot eight. 'Need help?' he asked casually, looking around her garage. Lara wanted to decline but caught herself just in time. She was so used to doing everything by herself that it almost seemed normal to her even though help was great. 'Sure!' she said and for a while they worked at putting the rest of the shelves together, chatting about this and that. Finally, after putting two more shelf units up against the back wall of the garage, Marc said 'I really could use a beer! Do you have cold beer around?' Lara led him into the laundry room, opened the small fridge opposite the washer and dryer, and bent down to get two bottles of beer at the bottom of the fridge. The view Marc had from behind her was fantastic and he forgot all about his thirst. This ass, he remembered, was the real reason he had come over here. The change in Marc was obvious to Lara as soon as she turned around to face him again, bottles in hand. Suddenly the room sparkled with erotic electricity, and she had trouble concentrating. 'Where um do you want to have your beer?' she asked, all the while staring at his crotch where the bulge got bigger and bigger underneath his pants. 'I'll take it right here,' he said, taking the bottles from her hands, looking around, and putting them on top of the dryer. Then he turned around again. 'Come here!' he demanded, reaching for her shoulders and pulling her to him. 'I want you so badly,' she moaned, kissing her wildly. I can't get enough of those full lips, he thought as he explored her mouth with his evasive tongue. He couldn't get enough of her scent, taste, the feel of her body against his. In a few determined movements, he had opened the button of her pants, pulled down the zipper, and slid the material over her hips. He smiled when he saw she didn't wear panties. Turning around with her, he lifted her up and sat her down on top of the washer, never letting go of her mouth once. Standing between her thighs, he ground his hips against her pussy. Lara's hands moved over his chest and stomach, taking a hold of the waistband of his pants and pulling on his buttonfly so hard that all the buttons opened with just one tug. 'Fuck me!' she moaned against his mouth. He started pull away to slide his pants over his hips and down his legs, but she slid her hand into his boxer shorts and pulled out his hard cock. 'Now! I can't wait anymore!' He groaned as he took a hold of his aching cock and aimed it at her swollen pussy. He had to have her. He was beyond reason or self-control. He didn't care anymore what made him feel such passion. He just needed to fuck her. With one hard thrust he buried himself deep inside of her. Their eyes locked when he started to pound her hard, knowing she enjoyed every second of it. 'Is this what you want?' he panted, holding the edge of the washing machine for support while she locked her feet behind his back. 'Yes,' she moaned and he could feel her pussy clenching around his cock. She was going to cum soon. 'I want you to fuck me hard. Harder!' she cried out and then she shut her eyes. She let go of his shoulders, placing her hands on top of the washer behind her and leaning back onto her arms. 'Don't stop,' she said in a whisper before she screamed his name and let her head fall back. Watching her body go rigid in front of him and feeling her cunt muscles contract around his cock was all it took for Marc to go over the edge. With a growl he thrust into her two more times before he erupted inside of her, moaning loudly, pushing up her shirt and falling onto her, his face buried in the mold between her tits. Just Across the Street Holding her firmly, he turned around until they both laid on their sides. A breeze made the curtains move, and he gently moved a string of hair out of her face. 'I don't know what is happening,' he said. Lazily, the palm of his hand created a sensuous path down her body, following the shape of her shoulders and the softness of her skin just above her hip. His palm on her thigh, he looked at her, smiling. 'But I won't leave without eating your pussy!' And with that, he covered first her face, then her tits and belly with kisses, until she could feel his mouth on her thighs, his tongue leaving a moist trail just a quarter of an inch from her trimmed bush. She looked down, watching his hand spreading her thighs. She moaned softly before he even touched her pussy. The sight of him looking at her swollen lips, his face just two inches from her was more than she could take. She wanted this so badly. First, she felt his fingertips parting her outer lips. She watched him leaning forward. His tongue brushed against her pussy slightly, gently touching, without any pressure at all. It drove her insane. Her fingers, desperate to hold on to something, wove themselves into his brown hair. His breath on her wet skin gave her shivers down her spine. And then he licked her hard, from her slit all the way up to her throbbing clit. She let out a low scream. 'Don't tease me,' she pleaded, 'just lick me harder. Please!' Yet, he just continued licking her outer pussy lips lightly with his tongue. She could not keep still. Turning onto her back, she half sat up, resting on her elbows, and watched his tongue on her swollen lips. He flicked the tip of his tongue around her swelling clit just enough to make her moan loudly with uncontrollable desire. With his fingers still holding her outer lips apart, she had a beautiful view of his tongue and her heated pussy. She watched him licking lower and let out an excited moan as he pushed his tongue into her cunt. He started to slowly fuck her with his tongue while looking up into her eyes. She shuddered with frustration and the knowledge that he loved every second of this torture. 'Lick me harder!' she panted, staring into his eyes while he slowly licked up around her clit, applying more pressure as he went. Supporting herself with one elbow, she moved her other arm forward to put her hand on the back of his head, pushing his face right into her pussy. 'Harder!', she demanded. 'Suck my clit!' And he complied, sucking the swollen knob into his mouth and holding it there, flicking over it with his tongue. 'Ahhhh yessss,' she made, watching his lips and tongue pushing her higher and higher. She could feel the pressure building. Leaning back enough to be able to massage her tits with her hands, she pulled on her nipples hard and let her head fall back, moaning freely. And then it was there. She could feel the heat rushing from her pussy up her body and exploding in tiny fireworks all over her body. To Be Continued...