0 comments/ 433859 views/ 24 favorites Girl Next Door By: girliekiller A couple of nights back I was getting ready for bed, I went to the window in my bedroom to pull the blind. I looked towards my neighbour's window as I always did in the hope of a glimpse of their eldest daughter, Amy. I was never lucky enough to see anything, until that night a couple of days back. When I glanced towards the window I saw the girl getting ready for bed. She look like she'd just slipped the white blouse she'd been wearing off and was now standing right by the window with the blouse in her hands. Her young breasts were still hidden from view, encased as they were in her white bra. I'd wanted Amy from the time her family first moved in next door. She's a slim blonde girl who has a fantastic ass and will have a perfect pair of tits when she's fully grown. The night I could just see the top of Amy's skirt or trousers (I couldn't tell which they were) above the window ledge. Her white bra had an embodied pattern around the to top of the cups and looked great against her smooth creamy white skin. Amy's face looked a picture of perfection, she was looking down at her breasts, presumably admiring them. I knew I shouldn't stand there too long staring at her, but there was no way I was tearing my eyes away from her sexy little body. I couldn't have been looking more that a couple of seconds but it felt like so much longer. Amy looked up and saw me watching her, I was frozen in the position I'd been in when I first saw her, with one hand supporting me on the window frame and the other reaching up towards the blind. My mind panicked, thoughts ran through my mind about what I should do. Should I close the blind and go away, look elsewhere pretending I hadn't see her or maybe even pretend that the house was on fire and jump out of the window. In the end I simply flashed her a smile of appreciation and started to pull the blind down... slowly! To my surprise Amy smiled back and waved to stop me pulling down the blind. Still smiling she blew me a kiss then reached behind her back. Her well formed breasts were thrust out towards me, I would have given anything at that moment to be in her room. As I watched Amy's bra slackened and she pulled it away from her chest. The sexy teenager stood at the window showing me her perfect breasts. She looked nervous but very excited. "You're gorgeous," I mouthed to her and blew a kiss back at her. "Thanks," she mouthed back and acted out catching the kiss in her hands and putting to her mouth. Amy looked nervously over her shoulder towards the bedroom door, turned back to me and waved good bye then closed her curtains. I couldn't stop thinking about that girl all night, I kept imagining having her, wondering if I'd be her first and what she'd look like when she came. The next two days were very busy for me and I'd all but forgotten about the little strip show I'd been given. Yesterday, I got home and put the kettle on it was pouring with rain outside and I really needed a hot drink. There was a knock on the door. When I opened it I found Amy standing on the doorstep, she looked pretty soaked. "Hi," she said. "No one's home yet and I've lost my door key. I was hoping I could wait with you for them to get home." "Yeah of course you can," I said standing aside to let her in. The bedraggled look really suited Amy and she looked great. Her long blonde hair was a total wet mess, her skirt and coat were dripping water all over the carpet, even her features of her face had water dripping from them. I took her coat from her and saw that she was in her school uniform. "Come with me, I'll find you a towel and hang this over the bath to dry off, " I said. She followed me up the stairs into my bedroom. I told her to sit down for a minute while I hung her jacket up and found her a towel. I managed to find a hanger and took her coat into the bathroom. I hung her coat up and grabbed a big towel and took it into Amy. She was laid on top of the covers on my bed, still wearing her school blazer but she'd taken off her tie and had undone the top few buttons of her blouse. She was wearing white knee high socks that totally clashed with her black skirt but looked so good for it. I'm pleased to say that she'd also taken off her shoes before getting onto my bed! "Are you okay, Amy?" I asked. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd mind me laying on your bed. You looked like you'd enjoy it the other night!" "I've never minded having a sexy girl in my bed before," I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed. I leaned over her and rubbed her stomach through her wet blouse, I hadn't noticed before but the front of her blouse was so wet that it had become virtually see-through. "Good," Amy replied. I lowered myself to the young girl's face and kissed her lips, gently pinching her lower lip between mine as I pulled away from her. Amy grasped the front of my shirt, using it to pull herself up. I held her around the back of her neck as we kissed, this time sliding my tongue into her mouth and feeling my way inside. "We should really get you out of those wet clothes. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold," I told Amy. "You're welcome to borrow a pair of my jogging bottoms and a tee-shirt if you want, I'll wait downstairs while you get changed." "No, don't," she said softly. "You've seen me topless already." Amy gave a cheeky wink and turned a little red as she spoke. There was no way that Amy was leaving my house unfucked. I stood up and crossed the room to pull the blind down, I wouldn't have wanted anyone to see me with the neighbours naked daughter now would I? Turning back I found the gorgeous schoolgirl on her feet in the middle of the room. Standing in front of her the girl seemed tiny, the top of her head was slightly below my shoulder and when we kissed I had to bend down to reach her lips. I kissed her deeply, exploring her wet body with my hands. Running my hands up her sides I brushed the sides of her breasts and slipped my hands under the shoulder of her blazer and pushed it down her arms. Amy let the blazer fall to the floor and started feeling me through my shirt. I carefully pushed her back and sat her on the edge of the bed. Kneeling before her I released the buttons of her blouse and untucked it from her skirt. I slipped the blouse from her arms and dropped it on the floor. We kissed a few more times as we explored each others bodies. Amy's skin was soft and warm, it was smooth and floorless. Reaching behind her I unfastened her bra and leaned towards the bed, pushing Amy down onto her back as I went, she lifted her legs and slide across the bed giving me space to lay next to her. Cradling her head I kissed her while running my fingers over the soft flesh of her stomach, waiting for the right moment when she was relaxed enough for me to feel her breasts properly for the first time. They were worth taking time over; big and firm like teenage tits should be. I thought for a moment that Amy was going to try and back out of what we were doing as I first touched them, she sort of froze for a second and looked scared. But, then the second passed and she relaxed again. We kissed for a few more minutes, I fondled her breasts and she rubbed her hands over me. Then Amy surprised me. She took my hand from her breast and whispered, "stop." "What's wrong, babe?" I asked. Amy just smiled and kissed my hand. "This is what you really want," she winked as she spoke. Amy moved my hand from her mouth, over her breasts and stomach, lifted her skirt and put my hand on her cotton knickers. I'd always had her figured as a dirty girl, but a girl who didn't know she was dirty yet. Clearly I was wrong and Amy knew just how dirty she was, I wouldn't have wasted so much time going gentle with her if I'd known! Slipping my hand under the waist band of her knickers I slid down to her opening. Noticing the lack of hair I asked, "Do you shave, babe?" Amy just nodded in reply. We kissed deeply again; the dirty teen opened her legs wide for me to get to the warm hole that was drawing me. I wasn't disappointed, Amy was already reasonably wet, her clit was poking out enough for me to feel when I brushed against it as I parted her pussy lips and sank a finger deep into the young girl. There was a wonderful tightness as her pussy clamped my finger and I knew that I would enjoy plunging my cock deep into her when the time came. Amy's breathing had already quickened and she'd wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me into the kiss; I remember wondering whether she'd do the same with her legs when I was finally inside her. For a few minutes I played with Amy, rubbing her clit and finger fucking her, while I kissed her breasts. Her nipples became hard fairly quickly. She sighed as I sucked each one in turn and grunted as I flicked her clit and gently bit her nipple at the same time. After a few minutes of playing with her I went searching for the cute teenagers G-Spot. Sometime it's hard to find, but I had a feeling that with Amy it'd be fairly easy. Sure enough, I dragged my finger inside her against the roof of her pussy just twice before she reacted. "Oh my God," shrieked Amy. "Do that again, babe. Do it again please." Begged the gorgeous girl beneath me. I did it again, her face was flush as she buried it in my chest. Amy was panting hard already and shaking as I found the spot again and again. I guess she wasn't used to getting this kind of attention. I held her wrist tight forcing her back onto the bed so I could watch her as she enjoyed herself. The teenagers face had turned a pleasing shade of red, as had much of her upper body. Amy was biting her lip to stifle the cries of pleasure, but even so she was being pretty noisy. Her body shook each time I fingered her, making her breasts wobble nicely. I played with her like this for a while, until the girl was going nuts, then I stopped suddenly and without warning pulled my fingers from her. "No! Don't stop. Please keep going." Amy was begging me, she even tried to push my hand back between her legs. I couldn't help laughing, especially when I noticed her hips still rocking as if my fingers were still inside her. "Do you like that?" I asked, trying to sound unsure. "You know I do! Please do it again, I'll do anything if you do it again." "My fingers are all messy now; lick them clean for me and I'll give you something even better!" For the next minute I got to watch one of my favourite sights. A sexy teenage girl, so horny and desperate to cum that she'll do anything to get her man to being her off. Amy licked and sucked her own juices from my fingers with the speed of a thirst dog lapping up water from its bowl. When I was satisfied with her work, I stood up and pulled Amy by the ankles to the edge of the bed, then I pulled her now soaked knickers from her and threw them across the room. Amy propped herself up on her elbows to watch as I got her into position. She still wore her black skirt and white knee high socks, those are my favourite piece of school uniform, so I didn't take them off for her. I knelt between her legs, placing each leg over my shoulders. Amy was still watching me. I pulled her pussy lips apart, holding her open with my thumbs and pushed my tongue into her pussy hole then licked upwards to her clit. She gasped loudly and fell flat on her back. Amy held her hands tightly over her face, moaning into her palms as I lapped up juice from off of her clit. Her stick thin legs were kicking the air behind my legs, occasionally trying to move away, but my arms were wrapped around her thighs as I held her pussy lips open so there was no way she was going to break free. I always enjoy watching the face of a girl as I'm eating her pussy, there's something exciting about seeing how her expressions changes as she gets hornier and how she reacts to what I'm doing. Amy was a good one to watch. Her young face, so full of horny curiosity and lust as I knelt between her legs, had changed for a second to a face of shock as I first ran my tongue over her clit. Now her face was spaced out. Her eyes tightly closed and her mouth wide open sucking in air with quick shallow breaths. She was mumbling something that was mostly incoherent but sounded like words of encouragement to me. The girl's face and chest was turning red, a light pink appeared on her breasts and cheeks and quickly spread turning darker all the time. Within a few minutes Amy had hold of the back of my head and was pushing me against her pussy. By now her eyes were wide open and she was begging me not to stop. I slipped two fingers inside her and was rewarded with a loud cry of excitement. Amy's pussy tightened around my fingers and as that happened she started making a high pitched whine that grew louder and louder the tighter her pussy clamped my fingers, until she let out a loud and long lasting sigh followed by some equally loud murmurings about how good she felt. With that Amy's pussy loosened its grip and she quietened down to a few loud pants as her orgasm subsided. I stood up and quickly dropped my trousers and boxer shorts while Amy was still dazed. Trapping her against my shoulders and arms I lent over her and thrust my tongue back inside her mouth so she would taste herself in my kiss. I could feel my hard cock rubbing against Amy's wet pussy. "Are you gonna fuck me now?" Amy asked looking into my eyes. "Yeah, babe." I replied. "Okay. Please be careful with me though, I haven't done this bit before." Amy sounded so sweet as she told me she was still a virgin. I pressed my dick against Amy's wet lips and leaned forwards, opening her up and entering her body. Amy squealed a little as her pussy was filled for the first time. In one slow push I slid my full length into her. "It feels like you're in my belly," Amy said rubbing her stomach and grinning. I love fucking girls while I hold their legs in the air, it lets me get so deep inside them and like Amy discovered the girl really knows she's been fucked. Leaning back and thrusting slightly upwards into the virgin pussy I was able to stroke her G-spot again with my cock. Amy was going nuts, rubbing herself all over and playing with her tits as I had her. Once I was sure she was comfortable having me inside her, I started giving it to her hard, pumping my full length in and out with quick hard thrusts. Amy started whimpering as soon as my balls slapped against her arse for the first time. At one point she actually started sucking her thumb, then spat it out and was gasping for air. Her upper body was turning red; I could see she was close to cumming for me again. Holding both ankles in one hand I pushed her legs as far towards her chest as I could. Using my free hand I rubbed Amy's clit as I continued to fuck her. That was enough, I felt her already tight pussy grabbing at my cock trying to stop the hard fucking she was taking as the sweet young girl came from her first screw. I pumped into her a few more times until I was sure that she was totally satisfied, then withdrew from her body while Amy mumbled her thanks to me. Still holding Amy's ankles tight, I pushed her legs back until they touched her breasts and lifted her backside off of the bed. Amy was squirming against my grip saying that it hurt to be held in that position. I ignored her. Taking careful aim, I placed my hard cock against the small opening of Amy's bum hole. Her ass was wet where her juices had flowed down from her pussy and my cock was wet where she'd cum over it. Amy isn't a stupid girl and even though she was a virgin up until a few minutes before, she'd already worked out what I planned next. "Please don't put it in there, babe. I don't want that, it'll hurt." Amy was almost sobbing as she begged me not to take her anally as well. "Don't worry, it'll be okay," I reassured her. "No, I don't want it there!" "Well, you're getting it anyway, so be a good girl and enjoy it!" I snapped the words out, making Amy jump with surprise. "Okay," she whispered meekly. The young girl watched me as I leaned forward with my cock pressing against her tightly closed asshole. She grimaced as the pressure built up on her bum and gasped loudly when her muscles gave up letting my cock slide deep inside her virgin bum. "That doesn't hurt, does it babe?" I asked once my full length was buried inside her. "It does feel weird though," Amy replied shaking her head in answer to my question. I slowly drew back until only the tip of my cock was inside her. As I did it Amy let out a long "ohhhh" and then a "mmmmm" as I pushed back into her body. Amy's ass was so tight, I knew I wouldn't last long inside of her. The cute girl squealed and thrashed about on the bed as I pounded her ass for a couple of minutes. When Amy said it was starting to hurt her, I knew it was time to stop. I'd only been inside her two minutes and although her ass was a little wet from the juice that had run from her pussy I knew that wouldn't be enough to lubricate her for long. In any case I was on the verge of cumming myself. I whipped my cock out and rammed it hard into Amy's pussy once just so I could feel her around my cock again. Dropping her legs I ran around the bed to Amy's pretty face. I didn't even need to ask Amy to suck it, before I reached her she was rolling onto her side and opening wide for me. I entered her warm moist mouth and was treated to an expert blow job. I found out after she'd finished that Amy had sucked a lot of lads off. Within a few moments I felt the tension build in my balls and I knew that I'd be giving Amy a delicious drink any second now. Amy, being the expert she is, managed to keep me on the verge of cumming for ages, so that when I finally did shoot my load into her mouth two things happened. First, I nearly fell over as it felt so good; and secondly, Amy got a huge mouthful causing a little to run down her chin before she could swallow. Always the thoughtful and polite girl, Amy even licked my cock clean when I stopped cumming. We lay together for a little while chatting, until Amy felt ready to get dressed and head home. As she was dressing I picked up her school blazer from the floor. I got the wrong end and all her things fell from the pockets, including a set of house keys. "I thought you said you didn't have your keys?" I asked playfully. "I lied," Amy replied winking. I pinned her against the wall, kissing her and feeling her body through her half done up blouse. "I can't believe you lied, I'll have to spank you next time!" I said giving her breast a playful squeeze as I spoke "Mmm, okay. I guess I could stop by on Friday to be punished if that's good for you." Amy was fluttering her eyelids as she spoke making her young face look even more innocent. Any way, we agreed on seeing each other on Friday night. Talking of which, I better go get ready, not sure whether to use my hand or paddle. Either way I have a feeling that this is going to be a great night. Girl Next Door The young couple had bid farewell for the evening and returned to their house next door. And once again I was relieved and yet a little frustrated to see them go. With our children now grown we had time on our hands and regularly whiled away the hours with people in the neighbourhood. The couple next door were newlyweds and had moved in six months earlier. The husband Dave was pleasant and down to earth, a real honest guy. He and his wife had arrived in the winter now that the evenings grew hot we had come to see each other almost every day as we went about our business. Also to my wife's slight annoyance we heard them through the walls at night in rowdy love play. However I was becoming a little uncomfortable around them, not that they weren't nice people who treated us with respect. They treated us as equals even though we were twice their age and must have seemed a little stuffy. It was Dave's wife that worried me. She'd sat in shorts and t-shirt that evening chatting, white plimsolls tapping as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She was early twenties, waif slim with dirty blonde hair that she tied back tight in a ponytail. She had a freckled face with upturned nose, her lips not full but wide and sensuous. Her legs were long and trimmed with fine curvy hips, small boobs but a plump pear shaped ass. She spoke so chirpily, with a smile and sparkling eyes. Dave I was fine with, it was his wife Stacey who made me uncomfortable; because I realized I was becoming obsessed with her. Last week I'd seen her in the garden, jeans and straining top tight to her fragile frame; her neck long her face angelic yet not a natural beauty. She was the quintessential girl next door, cute, sweet and achingly fuckable. Our conversation had been dull and like normal I had blushed and acted like a schoolboy. In fact it was getting embarrassing even my wife was starting to notice and gave me a suspicious look as we went to bed that night. "Do you think Stacey's attractive? She quizzed innocently. "Oh um haven't really thought about it." I replied unconvincingly. "Hmmmmm?" Came her knowing response. I turned off the light hoping tomorrow my package would arrive. Surfing the net earlier that week I has seen a company called Finc industries which claimed to be able to give men sexual prowess, total assure confidence. They claim they had a potion which drunk could enable you to ooze sexual magnetism and turn a shy man into OO7. I knew it my relations with Stacey would never come to anything sexually; but just to be able to charm her, see her eyes twinkle in delight would be enough. The next morning my wife took the early train to her mothers like she had planned to do. I knew she wouldn't be around to receive the package and create any embarrassment. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her I had decided. As I signed for delivery Stacey was waving her husband goodbye for the day standing in her own door way. She was dressed in a short white skirt and trainers with a white cardigan on. She looked like she was going to play the US tennis open. "Hi," She said smiling, her green eyes delectable as ever. "Would you like a coffee?" I mumbled back apologizing that I was too busy and quickly went inside. Once there I banged my head on the wall in mock frustration. "What a jerk! A coffee, what do you think would happen? Why act so stupid?" I opened the parcel. The Finc industries label said take one thimble full every two days for roguish charm Rhett Butler would have been proud of. I decide to take a swig direct from the bottle. The big mouthful burned like liquor and I coughed and choked. The stuff tasted vile and instantly I realized I'd been duped. "Just another internet fool," I said aloud shaking my head. I then decide to go into the garden and clear the shed as a form of self punishment. As I worked in the dusty out building I could see Stacey in her kitchen leaning and stretching reaching for cupboards. The shed was full of junk; stuff I'd never thrown out. For example I picked up a long rubber baton. I think I'd use it for panel beating. I couldn't be sure. "What a load of crap," I declared surveying my room, feeling a little light headed. My shoulders were aching, then my neck, the liquid I drunk no doubt doing this to me. "Ugh I feel sick," I moaned out load. But it wasn't sickness in my stomach, but in my gut like when you realize you have just done something horribly wrong or made a really bad mistake. I began to feel angry, a rage in fact. Angry with myself but also with the beauty I could see through the window. I was losing control. But I was always in control my confidence hardening to steel by the overdosed potion. No it was Stacey who was too sure of herself. Yes the little foxy bitch was just too damn hot for her own good! The overdose of confidence took control of my feeble mind. Stacey saw me climbing over the back fence and opened the door. "What's wrong? Er there's a front door your welcome to use." She added indignantly as I trampled over her flowers. She cocked her head in puzzlement the rubber baton and a length of cord in my hand. "What do I need them for?" She asked as I entered the kitchen pulling the door shut behind me. "Hey, what's going on?" I suddenly grabbed her pushing her across the kitchen table. "Oh uggh get off me!" Nearly twice her size it was easy to pin her flat my breathing heavy as the cord wrapped round a tiny wrist, jerking her arm behind her back binding both wrists together. "Ugggggghh awww stop, ugh god nooooo!" I grabbed her dirty blonde mane pulling her upright. "Up stairs you bitch, we don't want to be disturbed." She screamed and I had to put my hand over her mouth. In my pocket was a cloth that I roughly gagged her with. Stacey kicked and wriggled but I was much stronger the potion seeming to also fill me with the energy of a young buck. She was a hand full and half way up the stairs I slipped Stacey falling on her back legs apart. I grabbed her blonde locks dragging her kicking the rest of the way. Their bedroom was a sickly Barbie pink, in keeping with the tight waist bitch who I flung on the fluffy pink bed. She was panting heavily her eyes wide, her pale skin pimply with nerves. I still had the rubber baton length in my hand. Waving it in front of her face I teased her with graphic explanation. "First I'm going to lick you bitch, and then we'll see you ride this monster." She squealed her green eyes welling up as she shook her head in defiance. Her skirt came of easily showing a white thong, I was down pushing her thighs apart her shoulders pressed against the covers trying to raise herself up. My hand tugged the fabric then snapped it, her almost hairless slit dry and freckly. She moaned through the gag, as I parted her pussy lips with my fingers; her pink soft insides appearing. My tongue tasted her mound then into her slit. She wriggled and I put pressure on her tummy to pin her. My other hand helped me probe as I began to slurp and suck. "Oh mmmm yeah, that's it baby ummm!" Her thighs were trying to close squashing my face. I sat back up and unravelled some more cord. "I'm going to spread eagle you slut. Pull your legs out real wide!" It was easy, one leg tied to each of the bottom bed posts, the slack taken up by winding the coil round and round cranking her energetic legs wider and wider till she looked like she was doing the splits. I pushed her cardigan over her head hooking it behind her long neck her small hard mounds still looking ample on her tiny rib cage. It was like d dream; I couldn't wake up. Stacey was gagged her eyes staring in horror at me, spread eagle on her own bed. I knew it was wrong but the sexual rage just kept sweeping over me like a stormy sea battering my conscience. I began in earnest to suck her clit my hands able to caress her hips up to her tits with lots of futile wriggling from her. Her pussy was dry but musky my saliva making the pink flesh glisten. She was still moaning and I decided I wanted to hear her beg. "Oh please, no stop uuggghh," Came the pleas as soon as the rag was removed. "Oh God, no, no uggggh, no you can't be doing this. The cops will uggg, you can't be doing it." I raised my wet lipped face. "I knew you'd have a hot tight pussy like this. Always bending over in a short skirt just asking to be goosed". I pushed her lips apart again spitting on the hardening bud. She sobbed her chest heaving in exertion, I reached for the rubber baton, Stacey understanding what would happen next. "Oh God no not that it's too big uhh please don't" Her voice was squeaky her lips trembling. I held it in my hands all 10 inches of rubber pipe 2/3 inches at it thickest. It all made sense in my crazed head. "You sit there your skirt riding up, teasing me. You got to learn who's has the power." She gave a muffled cry as I pressed the fat tip into her mouth pushing until she looked like she would choke. "Get it wet, suck it, fucking suck it you bitch." The tip was glistening as I pressed it against her blushing slit. She lay spread; her head raised a crazed look on her face horrified as the tip opened her up. The thing was stuck it would only enter a finger nails width; her young strong muscles refusing to be beaten. She squealed at my attempt, desperately trying to catch her breath. "The drawer," she gasped," in the drawer please it won't go in!" I opened the top drawer to see a tub of Vaseline along with other nick nacks. "Use that, uhh please it's too dry I can't take it." I smeared the end before placing it back at her slit. "This time you better take it." I said ominously. Her bare hole stretched and stretched the skin ruffling into furrows as it spread further and further from its start point. The black shinny rubber sliding slowly in, been halted then after more pressure beginning again the gel collecting at her entrance in a slimy clear ring. "Ooh, wwooh, god, oooh, ooooooh ugh, uggh no, oh, ooh god ooooohhh!" I stared delighted her groin raised as her clit was pressed back the fat stick twisting further and further. "Oh Stacey yes, yesss that's it take it, more, more!" She moaned her eyes catching mine tears in them her nose looking so cute. "Ohh good girl, good girl that's it, that's it." She gave a long sexy moan as I began to fuck her slowly pushing the rubber cock deeper and deeper. "Oh God stop!" She yelped as the thing began to nudge her cervix, the stretched cunt lips stinging with effort. I pushed more delighting in her horror. I spoke to her in a compassionate way. She wasn't stupid she knew she was out of her depth. My features were twisted and bloated I was clearly sick if not insane. "You have to ride it Stacey, do as I say and everything will be fine." She nodded trying to placate my fury. Her arms were still tied behind her and she arched her back as I began to penetrate her at my leisure. She rocked her hips, biting her lip as the baton pushed in and out. "Ah, uh slower," she moaned trying to get used to it and relax her body. "Uggg do it slower urrrr!" She was gently bucking in a self imposed world of her own eyes tight shut. The black surface was wet with grease and Stacey's mild juices. She was giving little whining noises her long lashed eyes all damp. "Is that what you like?" She asked coyly. "I'm doing what you wanted; does this make you uuggghh happy?" I pressed her clit the baton starting to slide more easily. She was giving little grunts.I told her what she must do next. "I want you to come Stacey. Then I'll stop." She looked worriedly at me then began to open and close her mouth in mock ecstasy. The bitch was going to fake it! She rubbed her bud against the black rubber moaning slowly. I smiled letting her play the game. As she began to get more excited I began to increase the masturbation. She realized this and calmed down. "I want to hear you come, do it." I barked. She began again in desperation as her grunts got louder the thrusts increased. "Ooh ugg ugh awww!" It was difficult to guess the fake groans, and which were the real gasps, as I increased faster and faster." Oh I'm coming!" She lied. I slowly removed the phallus twisting it as it went, her tight pussy closing with a sigh from the bound girl. I was envious of the wet tip having been so deep inside her young body. I began to undo her bound legs and she groaned as she was able to bend her knees tight shut. I began to strip my pants and Stacey screamed, "no noo, I thought... ugh Jesus." She stopped mid sentence in shock. I didn't notice her gasp and I also stood trembling with fear. My cock had sprung out rock the veins painfully hard. I gave a groan the thing surprising me just as much as Stacey. My slit was weeping precome the foreskin dragged back by the bulging purple head. "Ooo God," I moaned touching my ball swollen in their sack. This wasn't my cock. The thing was bloated like my face and though I couldn't see also my ass. The skin was reddish and ridged with bulging veins. It wasn't any longer then normal but it was now so aroused I felt like my balls were two slopping jugs of come. We both looked at my bizarre drug fuelled cock then at each other, Stacey's eyes showing her fascinated horror. I was on her quickly, rolling her body my waist between her legs. She was gasping my mouth on hers as I directed my tip to her sore slit. "No! Don't put that dirty thing in me!" Her cunt began to suck me in as her eyes widened. My waist forced her damp thighs out; her bony pelvis finally, groaningly, nudging the base of my fat cock. "Oooh you bastarrrr!" Stacey groaned arching her back, looking up to the ceiling. I was in ecstasy the swollen rod trying to spring from her fleshy tube. My hand pushed into the small of her back as I began to fuck; her mouth open, eyes now showing their revulsion as my tip burrowed in. She gasped a plea." Please, I'm not on the pill ugh, ugh don't make me pregnant nooo please!" I began to fuck hard pinning her shoulders down my waist slapping her inside thighs wider and wider. The cock felt fantastic filling her tight hole fully giving her a glove tight fuck. "Ugh, ugh, uggh!" She was foaming a little at the mouth her hair now loosening from the tie becoming a full face framing mane. "Ugh, ugh, awww no, noo oooooohhh!" I was rampant my body slamming into hers, almost trying to snap her like a twig. As I fucked I gasped obscenities the words exciting me as she yelped and groaned. "Oh you fucking hot bitch. I've loosened your hole now for the real fucking. Keep them long legs wide, uggh yess I'm all the way in." I wanted her to look so pulled her head forward to show my cock gyrating at her hole, trying to make it wider and wider. She was screaming now the cock nearly too much to accept, her body tired and ravished. She screamed fearing I would erupt up her birth canal. "Awww stop it stop it!" I pulled out my cock eye trailing strands of precome like a crazy snail trail. I could feel the shot in the barrel. I arched my back knelt between her 45 degree thighs my hands gripping my balls and shaft base. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" Then the rush. "Oooooooooo!!!" Stacey was speechless in disbelief as I erupted. Two then three enormous spurts of runny arching cum; flying out with such forced it reached her tits, droplets almost on her chin. I wasn't finished. "Jezzzzz!" I screamed as I launched a fourth and fifth ejection The sticky filth splattered her tummy filling her belly button in a sea of white. I gave a sick groan feeling like I'd emptied my body of too much precious liquid and any second I'd shrivel like a prune. Stacey looked like men had being jacking over her all day, the slimy mess trickling down the sides of her hips as she coughed and spluttered at the pungent smell. My cock remained solid as when it had sprung from my pants, my balls feeling like they were swelling again. And I gripped the bed end holding my head groaning to myself. "Oh shit what the fucks happening to me?" Then the sex mist closed again and I began to untie her ankles allowing her to twist' arms still tied behind her head. "Now up the ass!" I announced drool dripping from my lips. She wailed," No I don't ughh noo." I rolled her onto her front, face hard on the bed spread pulling her hips up. "Good then you'll be nice and tight!" She began to scream the house down my wet cock ramming up inside her anus without mercy, making her eyes almost pop from her head. She was so rubbery tight, my own grunts of discomfort been drowned by her animal wails. My wet slimy cock lubricated a little but there was nothing she could have done to deaden the sensation of a cola can fat dick stuffing her tunnel. Oh what a fuck; her tiny body below me fat ass raised my blushing cock slamming in and out. I was pulling out to the limit her rectum closing shut before I thrust back in. She was been buggered for all her life. "Aw, aw, aw, oooohhhhhhhnnoooooooo!" She squealed, "you're splitting meee! Awww ohhhhhno noo." But her muscles didn't rip; her body more elastic than she dreamed. As I fucked her ass with her white shoes still on, my erection started to burn, my balls tightening. "Oh that's it bitch I'm nearly there uggh, uuggghh." I pulled out again with a long relieved grunt from Stacey. I pushed the cock against her face and she yelped mouth clamping shut. "Suck it." I screamed prizing her mouth open. She gagged and spluttered tasting the dirty flesh on her tongue smearing my sore hole with saliva. "Mmgggggggggggghhhh!" I was so near, "Ooohh uggggggggh!" She was on all fours gripping the bed board with her bound hands both my hands on the back of her head as I pulled her mouth onto my cock. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" Her pretty face was flush, freckled nose snorting to breathe as she swallowed my cartoon cock. "Ukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" I jerked forward without warning fearing she might try to pull out if warned. Stacey began to gulp the stream of come even runnier, like piss filling her gums. She baulked her mouth spewing the white liquid out over her chin like she'd just tried to swallow a pint of milk in one gulp and failed. My cock flipped up out of her mouth her teeth scraping the sore head as it went, Stacey's mouth my gut aching from the constant fluid drain. My fifth ejection covered her upturned nose, filling in the wells of her eye sockets, her lashes like snow heavy trees. Stacey shook her head in disgust the strands flying everywhere. "Uggggggg!" I collapsed on top of her my cock now spent. But that's what I hoped. After a few brief moments of respite I gave an agonized groan. My cock was still stiff and once again I could feel the tension building as it reached a fully aroused state once again. I shook my head saying no over and over. Stacey began to pant in disbelief, she too echoing my words. "No, no it can't still be, oh it's impossible!" I was exhausted the young buck strength that I'd acquired starting to desert me. However my lust still raged and once again took command. I lay back on the bed lifting the lithe girl onto my hairy belly. She still had her arms tied over her head to the bed board so she wasn't going anywhere fast. From underneath her I slid up Till my head was up between her shoulder blades sniffing her sweating spine and neck. I could reach around to grope her shinny sticky tits my iron cock pressing up into her seated ass. My cock pressed against her anus once more. "Time for you to do all the work," I said callously pressing my cock tip against her hole, urging her to sit down it. Stacey bit her lips easing her ass down her hole opening again to the insatiable monster. Girl Next Door ****** Over the next few hours she learned the true meaning anal sex. I never moved from my reclined spot only holding her waist to steady her as she gyrated and rocked to my commands. My senses began to dull my head swimming as each ejaculation drained more and more bodily fluid from me. Each time I came hot fountains of spunk belching inside her ass she would gobble the air like a fish out of water her eyes crossing in indignity. But I would hold her steady my cock not deflating but waiting for her to start her rhythmic massaging again. She could hear my breathing becoming more laboured my face paler each ejaculation, it was slowly killing me and there was nothing I could do about it. For Stacey it would only be a matter of time before my heart gave way and she would be rid of my gut pumping cock. But I cared not and within moments of seminal release my mind desired more sexual satisfaction from the delectable young blonde. "Oh yesssss Stacey, ugggg start bouncing on it again you slut!" Girl Next Door "Hi ya," I jumped at the unexpected voice and fought not to drop the drink I was holding. "What the fuck!" I gasped. Just as I lost my fight, and watched as my beer spilled out on the lawn. I glanced towards where the voice had come from, the next door neighbours garden. What I saw increased my shock immensely. Standing in the garden, now laughing softly at me, was a stunning blonde haired young woman. She was wearing just a small red thong and nothing else, which gave me a good look at her body. She was tall and thin, but not a stick insect. Her breasts were just the right size for her and looked firm and succulent. She had long shapely legs and a sexy looking ass. Her long blonde hair fell down over her shoulders around a long beautiful face with light blue eyes, a small straight nose and a small mouth. The woman did not seem to be fazed by her near nakedness at all. Her lack of clothing added to my shock. To my knowledge the next door neighbours were away abroad on their holidays. I knew this because they had gone with my parents for two weeks. I was house sitting for my folks. I had nothing else to do for the summer as my new contract for work did not start until September. I normally lived in a small one bed apartment in the middle of the city. My parents house was a large four bed on the outskirts, five minutes drive from the country. When they left, the neighbours had told me the house would be empty until they came back. So I had not expected to find anyone in the back garden, let alone a nearly naked blonde. "You don't recognise me do you?" She said looking at my puzzled expression. I looked at her face for a couple of seconds, then shook my head. "Amy," she said. I looked blankly at her for a second then blinked in shock. "No way," I exclaimed. Amy was the neighbours' young daughter. When I had last seen her, four years ago, she had been a spindly teenage girl all arms and legs. Not this stunning woman standing before me. "Er you've grown," I said obviously. She laughed, a soft light sound that seemed to float on the air. It made me want to laugh too, I giggled for a few seconds. "I didn't expect anyone to be around. Your parents said the house would be empty." I told her to explain my shocked reaction to her. "That was the plan, I was staying at a mates from university." She said still showing no signs of even caring she was almost naked. "But she got herself a boyfriend, and suddenly I was not wanted. So I came back. To be honest I did not expect anyone to be at yours until I heard you this morning." "Hey, it was either a one bed apartment or a large four bed house all to my own. I decided I'd have a bit of space." She smiled again. "Um I was just wondering if you're going to put any clothes on or not?" I asked now feeling uncomfortable about seeing her semi naked body. I had known Amy since she was four and her family moved in. For some reason I felt wrong now gazing at her naked breasts. "Ok, if you want," she said still showing no sign of embarrassment. She wrapped a thin piece of material around her. It did little to hide her body underneath. "This better," she asked. It was not but I nodded not wanting to upset her. "Sorry I didn't recognise you, but it's been four years. You've changed from when I last saw you. You were what fourteen, now your eighteen?" She nodded in reply. "Hey I grew up, is that a problem," she said "Nope it's fine. "Cool, well what you doing lately then?" "I'm in computers, freelance analyst. You said you were at university, what you studying?" "English lit and Child Psychology. I want to go into either teaching or child care of some sort." "Cool sounds good." "Not really, the course is boring as hell but I'm doing well so far. And once it's finished I can decide what to do then. We've got loads to catch up on ain't we?" I nodded. "Well if you want you can come round tonight for a meal, I do a mean lasagne." "Sounds good, yeah ok." "Great," her face took on a thoughtful expression. "I better get some mince in then." She said and grabbed her things. "See you tonight about seven?" I nodded again and she disappeared back into her house. I stared after her shocked by how much she had changed, and by how sexy she had become. It was about a minute before I remembered the beer on the floor. With a silent curse I went to get something to pick up the glass with. ***************************************************** I knocked on Amy's door at five to seven and waited. For some reason I felt nervous even though I had no reason to. We were just having a meal, and chatting. It was not like we were on a date or anything. I had not even put on an special clothes, even if it had taken me half an hour to pick what, clothing to wear. Plus another fifteen minutes in the bathroom shaving, and picking the right aftershave. Still it was only a meal nothing more. She opened the door, and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. She was wearing a small thin red dress. It barely came down below her panty line. I could tell that she was wearing no bra as I could see her breasts through the thin material of the dress. She had put her hair up into a bob and was wearing subtle make up. She smiled, and her face lit up. I swallowed reminding myself that this was just two friends having a meal. She was still the little girl I had known since she was four. "Come in, dinners nearly ready." She said, leading me into the house. She led me into the lounge. "What do you want to drink?" She asked. "What you got?" I replied. "Wine, whisky, vodka." "Any beer?" She shook her head. "Sorry, my folks don't drink it and I haven't got any left." "I'll have a whisky then." She nodded, and poured a large glass of whisky. "Take a seat, I've just got to check on dinner." As she left I sank down onto a sofa sipping my drink. Whisky was not normally my favourite drink, it stung as it went down. "Ok dinner will be in about ten minutes, I started a little later than I meant to. Sorry" Amy said coming back in from the kitchen. "That's fine, gives us chance to catch up a little before we eat." I told her. She smiled and sat down next to me. "What do you want to know?" She asked sipping her drink. "What you been up to? How's life at university? Everything?" I told her. She laughed, a soft tinkling laugh. "Don't think I can tell you everything in just ten minutes." I laughed in response. "Ok just the first two questions then." "Well if it's just those two questions." You already know what I'm learning at university. It's a hard course, I've been struggling but I'm going to pass. As I said this afternoon I'm going to go into something to do with children, so I'm not giving in." I nodded slowly. "As for university, it's ok I guess. Nothing really fancy. It's fun being away from home, got my freedom more. But I missed mom and dad a bit." "No friends or boyfriend to hang out with?" "I've got friends, but not really had a proper boyfriend for a while. Not found the right guy I guess." She looked slyly at me. "What about you, got a girlfriend?" "Me, " I laughed. "Nope, no one sad enough to go out with me." "Don't say that, you always seemed like a nice guy." "I'm joking, I've been too busy lately to look. I've just got a new contract which I've been working on getting. Not had much free time in the last few months." "Oh what you doing?" "Computers, I'm a freelance analyst. I've had to put a lot of work in for this new contract to get it. But it'll pay well, and gives me a steady job for a while." "That sounds cool." Just as she spoke a buzzer sounded in the kitchen. "That's dinner done. You sit down at the table, and I'll go serve." I nodded and headed over to the table. A few minutes later Amy returned holding two plates covered in steaming lasagne. She placed one in front of me, then sat down opposite with the other. I looked down at my plate. "Looks nice," I told her. "Thanks, I told you I make a mean lasagne. Tuck in," she replied. I did so with gusto. Amy had not been kidding when she said it was a mean lasagne. It was the best I'd tasted in a long while. As we ate we chatted. I told her more about my computing and she told me more about her university life. When we finished she brought in dessert. With a smile she placed a bowl of ice cream in front of me. I looked down at it, then glanced back up. "Sorry," she said. "My cookery skills don't run to making a mean dessert." "Hey ice creams as good as anything else." I told her. "I guess you're going to be getting out a bit more now you've got your new contract?" She asked as I started my dessert. "What?" I asked. "Going out, you've got the free time now. Some lucky girl could get herself a catch." "What me, I'd not call myself a good catch." "Why not, you're funny, good looking and got a good job. What's wrong with that?" "Thanks for the complement. But I think you'd do better looking for someone than me." "Me?" "Yeah you call me good looking, you should look at yourself." "You think I'm good looking." "Yes, you're very sexy. If I didn't know you I'd be after you if I saw you." She laughed softly, then looked at me her face serious. "You mean that?" "Yes." "Well I do know you, and I would be interested if you were." I blinked in surprise. "You mean?" "I mean you're cute, and I've not had any for a while. So if you're interested in me." She left the sentence open, and pushed up off her chair. My mind went blank as I watched her walk round the table towards me. "What do you say?" She asked, lowering her face towards me. I could not think of anything to say, anything I could do to stop her. She pressed her lips firmly against mine. After a second of shock I kissed her back. I softly pushed my tongue against her lips, and felt them open. My tongue slid into her mouth. I felt her wrapping her tongue around mine. She cupped one hand behind my head as we began to kiss passionately. I pressed my lips against hers, probing her mouth with my tongue. We kissed for about a minute, then she pulled away. She twisted my chair round to face her, then sat on my lap. Wrapping both arms around my neck she pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I could feel her fingers in my hair, running down my spine. I reached up sliding my hands up her back. Wrapping one hand in her long blonde hair, the other cupping her one buttock. She kissed me hard, her lips pressed firmly against mine. Again she pulled away, only she did not get up. Instead she reached up and slid the straps of her dress off exposing her breasts to me. I reached up to cup them with my hands. Squeezing them softly, feeling how firm they were. Slowly I lowered my head down towards her breasts, and kissed each of them in turn. Then I took one into my mouth. Sucked softly on the nipple. She gave a soft murmur from deep in her chest. I sucked harder on the nipple, drawing it out with my lips. She gasped, I felt her fingers tighten around my neck. I released the one breasts, moving to the other one to give it the same treatment. Amy murmured and gasped as I sucked and licked her nipple. She grabbed my hair, pulling me back up for a hard kiss. As we kissed I felt her hand drop to my waist. She quickly undid my trousers, and pulled out my cock. I gasped as I felt her rub her hand up and down my hard cock. She smiled at my reaction. "I want you in me." She whispered softly. Holding my cock still she lifted herself up, then lowered herself down. It was only as I felt her cunt sliding down over my cock that I realised she had been wearing no knickers all night. I moaned softly as I felt her sliding down my cock. It was obvious that she was turned out by how wet her already felt. With a soft gasp she let herself drop the last inch until she sat on my lap with my entire cock inside her. "God that feels good," She hissed. I had to admit she felt good around my cock. Unfortunately, I knew that we should not be fucking like this. I tried to push her up off me. "We can't do this," I told her. She looked at me in surprise. "Why not?" She asked, resisting my efforts to get her off me. "We know each other, your parents will flip as will mine. You're ten years younger than me." I said in explanation. "So, my folks won't care, neither will yours. And what has my age got to do with it?" She pushed me back into the chair and refused to get up. "Don't you want me?" "Yes, I mean no I mean..." I struggled to get the words out. "If I didn't know you or your family I'd happily let you fuck me. But I do know you, and this should not be happening?" "Why, just because you know me. Fuck that! I want you, and you've just said you want me so lets just fuck. We can figure out what follows after. At the moment all I care about is how good your cock felt inside me. And how much I really want to fuck you right now." She reached one hand down and slipped the fingers of her hand around my cock. "By the feel of that you want to fuck me too, am I right?" I swallowed slowly enjoying the feel of her hand around my cock. "Yes." "Then let's fuck," she whispered. As she spoke she lifted herself back up and guided herself down onto my cock. Again I felt her wet cunt sliding down the length of my hard cock. As she sank down I saw her shudder in pleasure, heard the soft hiss that slipped from between her lips. She began to ride my cock, sliding her cunt up and down it. I moaned softly at the pleasurable feel of her cunt around my cock. She felt wet, warm and tight. I could feel the muscles in her thighs moving over mine as she rose and fell on me. I rested my hands on her legs, feeling the movement of her thigh muscles under the skin. Sliding my hands up. I first wrapped them round her waist, then slid them higher to cup both breasts. Leaning forwards I kissed the base of her neck. Letting the tip of my tongue brush softly against her skin. My fingers dug into the firm flesh of her breasts. I could feel her nipples pushing into my palms. Still kissing and licking her neck I began to softly run my thumbs over and around her nipples. "Mmm," she hissed softly. I continued to softly rub at her nipples, while squeezing each breast firmly. Then I moved my mouth down to one breast. Holding it still with my hand. I licked my tongue over the nipple, then sucked the breast into my mouth. She gasped softly, and I felt her arching her back slightly. Pushing the breast into my mouth. I sucked on it, licking my tongue over it. I felt the softness of her skin then the hardness of her nipple. Sucking softly on the breast, I circled the hard nipple with my tongue. Amy hissed and gasped, then wrapped one hand around my neck holding me to her breast. I could feel her cunt sliding up and down my cock as I sucked on her. She had one hand on the back of my neck. I guessed the other was clinging to the back of the chair. She lent back pushing her breast up into my mouth. I slid my hands under her back up to her shoulders cupping them to help support her. As she rode my cock, I could hear the chair creaking softly under our combined weight. For a second I had a vision of the chair collapsing, but quickly pushed it away. I moved my mouth over to her other breast. Sucking hard on it I drew it into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over it, again circling her hard nipple. She moaned deeply, I felt her fingers tighten in my hair. I could feel her body shuddering as she gasped and moaned. "Oh god yes," Amy gasped. "That's so good." The speed at which she was riding my cock was building. She moved faster up and down on me. Her cunt sliding down, taking as much of my cock as was possible inside. I grunted softly at the pleasurable sensation of her riding my cock. She was gasping deeply as she rode me. I felt her hands wrap in my hair. She pulled my head up from her breasts. Pushing me back in the chair, kissing me hard. Her lips pressed against mine and I felt her tongue pushing into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around hers, and wrapped my arms around her. She hissed around the kiss as she rode me hard. Her cunt sliding rapidly up and down on my cock. She pulled away leaning back a little, staring at me as she rode my cock. "Oh god yes, your cock feels so good. I'm going to cum in a minute." She gasped as she rode me. She was moving so fast I could she her hair flicking up behind her. With a mischievous look I ran one hand down between her legs, and began to finger her clitoris. I pressed my thumb against it rubbing at it. She glared at me for a second. "You bastard," she gasped. I felt her body tense, then she gave a deep gasp of passion. "God I'm cumming," she gasped. Not that I needed her to tell me, I could feel it. Her muscles tightened, her body shuddering at the waves of pleasure running through her. I could feel her cunt tighten in small waves around my cock, and gave a soft gasp. She clung to the chair gasping as her orgasm ran its course. She continued to ride me all the way through the orgasm. It just added to the sensation of her pussy tightening around me. I gripped her thighs with my fingers, gasping deeply at the pleasure she was causing me. "Oh god, you're going to make me cum soon." I gasped deeply to her. "Yes baby cum, cum in me." She hissed back, increasing the speed of her motion on me. Moaning softly I felt myself rushing towards my orgasm. My fingers dug into her legs, I groaned as she squeezed her muscles around me. "God yes oh I'm cumming." I moaned, as I felt my groin tighten in a familiar manner. She hissed in pleasure as she felt my cum pump into her. Sinking down onto me. Taking as much of my cock inside her as she could. I groaned softly, my fingers digging into her legs as I emptied my cock into her. "Yes, yes oh cum in me baby." She gasped, kissing me breathlessly on the lips. We clung to each other until I had emptied all my cum in her and my cock was beginning to go limp. Then she slowly lifted herself up off me with a smile. "Now that is what I call dessert." She laughed softly, I joined in still breathless . She sorted out her dress, while I regained my composure. I was still shocked, and felt that we should not have just done what we had. But it had felt so good, I would not have gone back even if I could have. "I still say your parents are going to hate this." I told her as we moved to the sofa. She laughed softly in reply. "I don't care, and probably they won't be that shocked." "Why?" She blushed brightly, glancing away. "I... I had a crush on you when you left." She said in a rush. I looked at her in shock my eyes wide. "Are you serious?" She nodded slowly, going even more red. "Yes, I thought you were great. I knew I was a walking disaster but you never let me know it. You were so kind and nice. Always helping out, never laughing at me when I screwed up. I actually cried the night you left, I thought I'd missed my chance with you." "I don't believe it, surely you knew nothing would ever happen. God you were fourteen, and I was twenty four." "I know, but at the time I actually hoped that wouldn't matter. Looking back I realised even if you had known you'd have done nothing. In fact if you'd known it might have ruined the friendship we did have at the time." I nodded slowly. "It would have. I'd have been to scared that you'd try something, or we'd get into a awkward situation." She smiled in reply. "Now you know why I didn't say anything, until now. But now things are different." "How?" "Well I'm older, you want me as well as I want you. And after the fuck we've just had I think we both want to continue with this." "Whoa, hold on. I never said that. I don't know. You're still ten years younger than me, and I'm still not convinced your parents would be that accepting of the age gap. Before anything happens I need to think." Girl Next Door "Ok, if you're sure," her face dropped and I suddenly felt like an ogre for dashing her hopes. "Yes, I need time to think before I commit to anything, if I commit to anything." I stood up firmly. "I better get home now before anything else happens. I'll speak to you tomorrow ok." She nodded slowly, and I could tell she was fighting not to cry. I left quickly, before my resistance crumbled. ************************************************** I woke the next morning, after a disturbed nights sleep. I had tossed and turned all night. My mind still reeling from the dinner. I could not work out what to do, or even what I wanted to do. I had to admit to myself that the sex had been fantastic, and Amy was a sexy young woman. On the other hand, I still thought of her as the young girl who used to play me up all those years ago. Something about the idea of us dating seemed wrong. For the life of me I could not figure out what. I just knew it felt wrong in some way. As a result of my indecision I had not slept well at all. I was also covered in sweat from my disturbed nights sleep. I headed into the bathroom, and decided to get a shower to clean off the sweat. After relieving my bladder, I started the shower. While it warmed up I quickly cleaned my teeth. Then I climbed in, and gave myself a quick wash. Once I had washed all the sweat off me I stood in the shower letting the water flow over me, and thought. After a minute, I decided that I would have to let Amy down. I could not see the two of us dating. It was not right that I let her think anything could happen. She was too young for me. I was definitely to old for her. She should be out dating men her own age, not ten years older than her. I would, I decided, get dressed and go round to break the bad news. It was better to get it over with, than let her hope for something that was not going to happen. I felt a sudden draft, and twisted round. My jaw dropped in shock as I saw Amy climbing into the shower, stark naked. I opened my mouth to ask what she was doing, but found I could not speak. Amy reached up and pressed two fingers against my lips, telling me not to speak. Then she lowered herself down to her knees in front of me. I felt her fingers wrap around my cock, which reacted instantly, growing hard. She lent her head forward, slipping the lips of her mouth over the head of my cock. I felt her lips sliding slowly down the length of my cock. She sucked softly on me, then slid her lips back up my cock. I gasped softly at the sensation. "Amy," I said. Fully intending to tell her to stop. She glanced up at me, I froze. Her blonde hair hung down, wet from the shower. I could see droplets of water splashing on her face. Her blue eyes looked up at me, glistening in lust. Her mouth was open slightly with my cock held in her hand, resting against her chin. Looking down at her she was so sexy I found I could not tell her to stop. "What?" She asked, when I did not continue my sentence. "Nothing," I told her. I slid one hand in her hair, pulling her face towards my cock. With a small smile, she took my cock back into her mouth. I hissed feeling her lips sliding down me. She sucked harder on me this time, sliding her lips as far down me as she could. I felt my cock pushing deep into her mouth. Sucking hard she pulled her lips back up. I could feel them sliding along my cock. It was the most intense blow job I had ever had, and she had only just started. I gave a deep moan of pleasure, reaching out to cling to the wall in order to stay standing. She lowered her mouth back down on me, again taking my cock deep into her mouth. Slowly she began to run her lips up and down me in a steady rhythm. Each time she moved up and down me, I felt her lips sliding along my cock. I held my one hand in her hair, cupping her head. She began to build up the intensity the blow job. Sliding her lips up and down me faster, sucking harder on me. She added to the sensation by running her tongue up and down the underside of my cock. She interrupted her rhythm after a couple of minutes by slowly licking her tongue up my cock, over the head. I gasped softly, she gave a soft giggle when she heard my gasp. "You enjoying that?" She asked softly. "Yes," I gasped back. She licked her tongue up the length of my cock, and over the head a second time. Then lowered her mouth back down my cock. This time I felt my cock pressing to the back of her throat. Glancing down I saw that she was making herself take all of my cock into her mouth. Her lips were pressed against my groin. She held herself still, with my cock deep in her mouth, for a few seconds. Then she pulled back releasing my cock and swallowing. She circled the head with her tongue. Before again sliding her mouth all the way down my cock. I could feel her sucking on me, pulling my cock into the back of her throat. I gasped softly, shocked at how much she was willing to do for me. She began to move her mouth up and down me. Each time taking me all the way into her mouth. I could feel her sucking hard on me as she lowered her mouth down my cock. Her fingers cupped my balls, rubbing them gently. It just added to the pleasure she was giving me. As she increased the speed of her lips up and down my cock, I knew it was not going to be long before she made me cum. I could already feel my cock throbbing slightly. A minute later I felt my groin tightening and knew I was about to cum. "Amy, I'm going to cum." I hissed in warning. She slid her mouth down my cock one final time. Then, just as I came, she pulled back aiming my cock towards her face. With a gasp I came, my cum pumping out towards her. I watched as the drops splashed onto her face and neck. She gave a soft, satisfied hiss as my cum splash onto her. I looked down in lust filled awe as my cum spurted out onto her. The last drops splashed onto her firm breasts. Looking up at me, her eyes glistening, she rubbed her fingers up and down my cock. She milked the last drops of cum out of me. Letting them drop onto her tongue, swallowing them. My breath was taken away by the deliberately sexy way she had let me cum on her. She stood up, letting the shower wash over her and cleaning the cum off her. Then she climbed out of the shower. Reaching back she took my hand, pulled me after her. Climbing out I saw her clothes on the floor in the hall. She lent forwards to kiss me hard on the lips. I probed her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth, I slid my tongue inside running it around hers. We kissed passionately for a couple of minutes. Just holding each other close. I could feel her wet skin against my body, feel the heat coming from her. She wrapped her fingers in my hair holding me tight. We only split apart when we needed to breath. "Take me to bed," she said softly. I nodded, all my reasons for us not sleeping together forgotten. Holding her hand, I led her down the landing and into the main bedroom. I kissed her again, sliding my tongue into her mouth. As we kissed I guided her towards the bed. Gently I lowered her down until she lay on the mattress. I kissed her neck, softly licking my tongue over it. I could taste the water on her skin. Moving lower, I licked my tongue around the nipples of her breasts. Amy gave a soft hiss, and I felt her push her breasts up towards me slightly. I took one in my mouth. Feeling the firm flesh as I sucked softly on it. She groaned deeply, and I felt her breathing hard. I moved to suck on her other breast, taking it into my mouth. She gasped, wrapping her hands in my hair. I felt her pushing my head down and smiled, guessing what she wanted. I let her guide my head down to between her legs. Twisting my head slightly, I kissed and licked her thigh. Then lent down to lick my tongue up the outer lips of her cunt. She gave a soft gasp. I slid one hand along her thigh towards her lips. Using my fingers I opened up her cunt and looked at the soft folds of flesh. I could smell her husky scent. It made me want to taste her. Lowering my head down I ran my tongue along her inner lips. Then I slid my tongue into her cunt. Amy hissed, and pushed my face into her groin. I buried my face in her soft flesh, probing my tongue inside her. Licking it along the roof of her cunt. Her juices flowed onto my tongue, I tasted her sweet taste. A mix of soft lemon with almost a malted after taste. I ran my tongue deep inside her, using the tip to flick around her cunt. She gasped and moaned softly. I probed into her, pushing my tongue as deep inside her as I could. She tasted so good I wanted to taste as much of her as I could. But I knew I had to move up to her clitoris soon. With soft reluctance I moved my tongue up to lick my tongue up over her clitoris. She gave a sharp gasp. I pushed my tongue against her clitoris, rubbing the tip against the small bud. Beneath me I could feel her rocking softly. I reached up to cup her breasts. Squeezing them firmly, rubbing her hard nipples between my fingers. At the same time I began to lick at her clitoris. Rapidly running the tip of my tongue up and down across it. She began to moan and gasp, her voice growing in intensity and volume. Her body rocked under me, I could feel her arching her back. Glancing up I saw her head twisting from side to side as her voice grew in both volume and pitch. She gasped loudly, her moans soon becoming soft squeals of pleasure. I could feel how close I had brought her to cumming. For a second I thought of letting her cum. Then decided to hold her for a short while longer. Moving down I pushed my tongue back into her cunt. She hissed, and I felt her pushing her groin up towards me. I licked inside her, rapidly flicking my tongue along the upper wall of her cunt. At the same time I rubbed and squeezed her breasts, running her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. "Oh god," she gasped. "Please make me cum, I'm so close." I ignored her begging, and continued to hold her just at the plateau of pleasure. Her body rocked and writhed under me. I could feel her fingers in my hair, trying to pull me up to her clitoris. I tasted her, licking mercilessly at her cunt. "Please make me cum," she begged. I smiled softly as I relented. Running my tongue back up to flick it over her clitoris. It took only a second to tip her over. With a series of sharp squeals she came. I felt her body tense up, and she almost sat up right. Her fingers pushed my face into her groin as she gasped and squealed. I ran my tongue over her clitoris, flicking it repeatedly. She moaned, arching back onto the bed her whole body going ridged. "Oh my god yes," she screamed as her orgasm reached its' peak. Then she gave a deep gasp, and sank back onto the bed. I climbed up onto the bed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around me as I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I shifted my position so my cock pressed against her cunt. With a sharp thrust, I pushed my cock into her. "Fuck," she gasped. I felt her arms tighten around me as I began to slide my cock in and out of her cunt. She moaned and gasped with each thrust. I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Her cunt felt so tight and wet around my cock. I thrust in and out, pushing my cock deep into her. She gasped and moaned clinging to me. I moved down to kiss her neck, licking it softly. Leaning down I took one breast in my mouth, sucking on it. She arched her back up towards me. I licked my tongue over the breast. Her nipple felt rock hard against my tongue. I thrust hard into her making her gasp. "God yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, you're so hard in me." I thrust in even harder, sliding my cock in and out as fast as I could. "Oh fuck me hard, yes baby fuck me." "God you're so hot," I told her. "You're cunt's so tight." "Fuck it! Fuck it hard," she gasped clinging tightly to me. I could feel her legs sliding around my waist. I thrust in and out, deep hard thrusts that rammed my cock into her body. She grunted and gasped with each thrust. "Yes, oh god yes," she moaned. I grunted softly as I thrust in and out. Her body rocked under me as I slammed into her. I could feel her pushing her groin up in time with my thrusts, taking all of my cock inside her. "God you feel so good," I hissed. "I want to fuck you so hard." "Yes, do it, fuck me. Fuck me hard until you cum." I thrust in and out as hard and as fast as I could. Gasping for breath as I rammed into her. She squealed and gasped, her arms wrapped around my neck. I took her breast into my mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds. Then I sank down onto her, resting my weight on her and began to ram in even harder. "Oh god, oh yes fuck me," she squealed. I gasped for breath making myself keep up the constant thrusting into her. Her cunt slid up and down me as I thrust in and out. I could feel the lips of her cunt sliding along the length of my cock. As I rammed into her I felt her body shudder with the impact. She moaned and squealed, grunting with the force of each thrust. "God, Amy I'm going to cum soon." I gasped, feeling my groin tightening. "I'm going to cum in your cunt." "Yes, yes baby cum in me." Amy gasped back. I felt her muscles tighten around my cock, making her cunt feel tighter. She squeezed her thighs tight. Seemingly wanting to milk my cum out of me. I gasped at the increase in sensation it caused. Seconds later I felt my cock throb and my groin go tight. "Un, I'm cumming," I grunted. "Yes, cum in me." With a hard thrust I slammed my cock deep into her. My cum pumped out into her cunt. She gasped softly, clinging to me, her body shuddering. I groaned loudly in pleasure as I came. My cock throbbed inside her, empting its' load into her body. I held myself ridged inside her until I emptied all my cum then rolled off her. She gave a soft hiss of pleasure, and snuggled into me. "That was amazing," she whispered. "Thank you," I said, making her giggle. "We should do that more often." I smiled, then remembered my decision in the shower. "We can't." "Why, because you think I'm still a little girl?" She demanded pushing herself up off me. "Yes, I'm ten years older than you." "I did this to prove to you I'm not that little girl anymore. I'm a grown up woman now. I can make my mind up about who I want to be with, and I want you." "You sure this isn't just that crush you had on me resurfacing?" She jumped off the bed, and stood glaring at me. "No, it's more than just a crush. I admit I never stopped wanting you. But I'm older now, I know what I want. By the time we had finished dinner I knew I wanted to be with you. Wanted you, not just as a friend but as a lover. I thought I'd proven I'm not that little girl any more, but if you can't see that..." I jumped off the bed, and put my fingers to her lips. "Shush, you've proved your point. I can see you're not that girl anymore. You've grown into a sexy young woman. If I was younger I'd happily fuck you as much as you wanted. But I'm not, and I'm too old for you. You should be with guys your own age, not someone ten years older than you." "Why, age doesn't matter? I'm eighteen, it's not like I'm under aged. I'm able to drink, vote, and I am able to choose who I want to be with. I don't care how old you are, I just want you. I want to be with you, go out with you, and let you fuck me." I looked at her. Her expression showed how serious she was. I shook my head in shock. "Why me? I'm not exactly Brad Pitt." "I don't want Brad Pitt, I want a guy who'll make me happy. A guy who is real, loving, caring, a guy like you. I want you to be my lover, and fuck me like you just did every night." "What about your parents, won't they have something to say about it." "After some of the guys I've dated you'll seem like a godsend. Trust me, they'll be fine with it." I studied her eyes, trying to see if she meant what she was saying. There was no sign she was lying, all I saw was certainty. "Are you sure?" Her answer was to kiss me, hard on the lips. I felt her tongue pressing against my lips, and opened my mouth. She pushed her tongue inside, wrapping it around mine. I pulled her towards me, kissing her back just as hard. Moving my hand up, I softly cupped one breast, pressing it into her chest. My fingers softly probed the fleshy mound. She gave a soft murmur. I felt her fingers sliding round my stomach down to my cock. She ran her fingers over it, I felt it react. Jerking up, starting to become hard. She wrapped her fingers around it, running them up and down. I gasped softly at the sensation. She rubbed her fingers up and down my cock for a few seconds, until I was hard, then pulled away from me. "I want you in me," she whispered. "I want to feel your cock inside my cunt." I saw her struggle with the word, and realised she had only said it because I had used it. In the middle of us fucking she had noticed when I had said about cumming in her cunt. She wanted me so much she was willing to use a word she would not normally have used. At that point any objections were forgotten. If she wanted me that much I was not going to deny her. It might not work, she might realise after a few weeks that she had made a mistake. It might work, we might stay together for ages. That did not matter, for her I was willing to try. "If you want my cock, you can have it." I told her, and rested my fingers on her waist. Slowly I turned her round to face away from me, gently bending her forwards. She rested her hands on the edge of the bed. I positioned myself behind her guiding my cock to her cunt. She looked behind her at me. I could see the lust in her eyes. Her mouth was slightly open, already gasping in anticipation of what was about to happen. I tightened my grip around her waist, thrust forwards into her. "Fuck," she gasped. Holding her waist I began to slide my cock in and out of her. "Oh god yes," she hissed. I thrust in and out of her, slowly and deeply. My cock sliding into her cunt as far as I could manage. She hissed and gasped softly in pleasure. I began to increase the speed of my thrusts. Slowly building up the power and tempo. She was still looking back at me. I could see her eyes widen as she felt the growing power of my thrusts. I clenched my teeth together as I built up the tempo further. Amy gasped softly with each thrust. I could see her mouth opening as she gasped. Her eyes were wild with lust. "You like that?" I asked. "Oh yes," she gasped back. "How much? " "I love the way you feel in me." "Does my cock feel good in your cunt?" "God yes, you're so hard in me." "I'm going to fuck you hard. I want to ram my cock into your cunt as hard as I can." "Do it," she moaned. "Fuck my cunt hard." "Do you want it? Do you want me to fuck your cunt as hard as I can?" "Yes, yes," she almost shouted. "Fuck it as hard as you want. I want to feel you fucking my cunt. Fuck it as hard as you want." I took a deep breath, slammed my cock into her. "Oh fuck!" she gasped. I watched her face as I began to ram in and out. Her eyes went wide, she gasped hard. I could see her blonde hair swinging wildly with each thrust. Reaching up I wrapped my one hand around the back of her neck, pulling her towards me. Ramming hard, I slammed my cock into her cunt with all my strength. She grunted and squealed loudly. "This what you want?" I gasped loudly. "God yes," she hissed back. "Fucking so good, ram your cock into my cunt." I gripped her neck tightly, and slammed into her hard. "Unn," she grunted. "Fuck me hard, fuck me like a whore." I lent forwards to grab a handful of hair. Pulling back, I slammed into her again and again. "Unn, oh fuck, god yes," she hissed. "I'm going to fuck your cunt hard. I'm not going to stop until I cum in you." "Oh yes, don't stop please don't stop. Fuck me hard, fuck my cunt." Each time she said the word cunt it seemed to get easier for her, like she was accepting using it. I rewarded her by ramming in and out as hard as I could. Girl Next Door "Fuck you're cunt's so hot." I gasped wildly to her. "Oh god your filling my cunt, you're so big. God fuck me harder, ram it into me." Tightening my hands on her neck and hair, I rammed in to her. Thrusting in and out of her as hard and fast as I could. "Take it, take that cock in your cunt Amy." "Oh god harder, don't stop please that feels so good." Stopping was the last thing I intended to do. Her cunt felt so hot around my cock, I was not going to stop until I came. Amy was squealing loudly now, her voice high pitched and wild. I could hear her gasping for breath, grunting with each hard thrust. Her body rocked forwards slightly each time I rammed into her. I was gasping myself, pushing myself to keep up the tempo. Her squeals and gasps grew in volume, becoming rapid and animal like. I pulled back harder on her hair, now using both hands. She arched her back towards me and I felt her toppling forwards. Holding onto her hair I went with her. We slammed into the bed. Amy on her knees, bent over it, with me on top of her. She grunted as the breath was knocked out of her. Gripping her hair tightly, I continued to slam in and out of her cunt hard. She squealed and gasped breathlessly. I grunted softly with each hard thrust into her. "Don't stop, please don't stop," Amy gasped. I pulled her towards me, my fingers in her hair causing her to arch her body. I pulled her back further until she was almost upright on her knees. Her hands rested on the bed, her fingers clawing at the mattress. I slammed my cock up into her body as hard as I could. She squealed softly, gasping hard for breath. Her voice was high pitched, loaded with lust. Reaching round I cupped her breasts, squeezing them tightly in my hands. My fingers probed their firm flesh. She hissed deeply at the sensation. I could feel her cunt sliding up and down my cock as I slammed into it repeatedly. Her body rocked slightly with each thrust. She squealed and moaned loudly in time with my cock slamming into her cunt. "Jesus I'm so close to cumming," I hissed. "No, not yet please," She hissed back. "Keep going, I'm close to cumming. Just little longer please." Gritting my teeth, I fought to control the urge to cum. I ran one hand down to between her legs, rubbing my finger over her clitoris. At the same time I continued to slam my cock into her cunt as hard as I could manage. Her squeals grew in intensity, until I felt her body tense sharply. "Unn, fuck yes," she hissed. Then gave a wild scream of passion as she came. Her body jerked rapidly at the explosion of pleasure inside her. Her breath came in rapid gasps as she came. I gripped her tight until her orgasm finished. Then I slid my hands back up to her blonde hair. Wrapping both hands in her hair, I pushed her back down onto the bed. Holding her hair tight, forcing her into the bed. I began to slam into her with all my remaining strength. "Unn god yes, fuck my cunt hard." Amy squealed loudly, her voice muffled by the mattress. "I'm going to cum, god I'm so close." I grunted back at her. "Oh yes baby, cum in my cunt." I felt my thighs tighten, and rammed into her hard and fast. A second later my cum pumped out into her body. She gave a long hiss of pleasure, I could feel her body shudder softly as I came inside her. Grunting hard, I pushed my cock up into her cunt as far as I could. Empty my cum deep inside her. I held her on the bed, using my weight to pin her down until I had emptied all my cum inside her. Then I pulled back climbing up to my feet. Slowly she followed me, climbing up to her feet in front of me. "God, if you're going to do that to me every time we go out I'm not going to be able to walk." She said, still gasping for breath. "I've not said yes to going out with you yet," I told her. "After that you're still not sure." "Are you sure, wouldn't you prefer to be with a guy your own age? Not an old fossil like me." "No, I want you not some boy who thinks I'm his trophy. I'm not a Barbie doll to be brought out and played with. I'm a woman, who wants a man to treat her right." "You're definitely a woman," I laughed softly. She gave me a fake snarl in reply. "Well, do you want to date me or was this just a cheep fuck?" "It was never a cheep fuck," I said. "And, if you're positive it's what you want, yes I'll go out with you. I still reckon you're parents are going to flip when they find out." She stepped towards me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "Trust me they won't flip," she murmured against my lips. Then pressed her lips firmly against mine kissing me hard. I pushed my tongue against her lips, she opened them. I slid my tongue into her mouth, wrapping it around hers. She pulled me close, kissing me passionately. I felt her hands running up and down my back. She grasped my buttocks pulling me tight against her. I ran my one hand up to cup her breast. Rubbing my fingers over the nipple, making her hiss softly. She ran one hand round to my cock, wrapping the fingers around it. I hissed as she began to run her fingers up and down my cock. She pulled away from the kiss and looked at me. Her eyes glistened softly with lust. She sank down to her knees in front of me. My gaze followed her down with . Her blue eyes looked up at me as she opened her mouth taking my cock inside it. I gave a deep moan of pleasure feeling her sucking my cock into her mouth. She lowered her lips down me, sucking hard on me. She took the whole of my cock inside her mouth, then slipped her lips back up my cock. I hissed deeply at the feel of her mouth on my cock. "Do you want to cum in my mouth or on me?" She asked. "Whatever you're comfortable with," I told her. She smiled up at me, then lowered her lips back down onto my cock. Her eyes never took their gaze off my face, as she again took all my cock into her mouth. I felt her lips slid down until they rested round the base of my cock. Reaching up I softly cupped the back of her head. She let me hold her with my cock inside her mouth for a few seconds, before pulling back. Slowly she began to move her mouth up and down my cock. Each time I felt her lips slid right down to the base. The head of my cock resting against the back of her throat. I had no idea where she had learnt to be able to take all of a mans' cock into her mouth. Truthfully, I did not care where she had learnt it. All I cared about was how good it felt. She still cupped my one buttock with her hand. Her other hand rested on my thigh balancing her as she crouched in front of me. Her blue eyes glistened lustfully as she built up the tempo. Even with the growing speed of her mouth on my cock, she was still sliding her lips all the way down me. I was gasping softly enjoying the feel of her lips sliding up and down my cock. Then she added to my pleasure by licking her tongue along the underside of my cock. I hissed sharply as she flicked the tip of her tongue up my cock. She gave a muffled giggle. I wrapped both hands in her hair, hissing softly as she continued to slide her lips up and down me. Her tongue running along my cock. She stopped for a second. Then she circled the head of my cock with her tongue. I moaned at the pleasurable feel. Still watching me she held my cock in her one hand, and pressed the tip of her tongue into the eye. I gasped as she flicked her tongue over the hypersensitive glands at the tip of my cock. She smiled, and slid her mouth back down my cock. I softly pushed her head down onto me. She did not resist, letting me push her mouth right down onto my cock. I could feel the head pressing against the back of her throat. She wrapped her tongue around my cock and sucked hard on me as I held her there. Then I loosened my hold. She slid her mouth back up me. "You like it when I take all of you in my mouth like that don't you?" I nodded in reply. "What man wouldn't?" I told her. Smiling she lowered her mouth down me, sucking me into her mouth. I grunted softly as her lips ran down the length of my cock. She wrapped her forefinger and thumb around my cock, holding it steady, as she began to rapidly slide her mouth up and down me. As she did she sucked hard on my cock. I could feel her lips tight around my cock, sliding up and down rapidly. She built up the speed, until her mouth was moving rapidly up and down my cock. I gasped and moaned, knowing that if she kept this up I would soon be cumming. Her eyes stared up at me as she continued to slide her lips along my cock. I could feel my body reacting, my breathing growing shallow as I moved closer to my orgasm. "Oh fuck," I hissed feeling my groin tighten. Amy pulled her head back resting the head of my cock against her tongue. With a gasp I came, pumping my cum out into her mouth. The first jet of cum splash into the back of her throat. Amy gave a startled squeal, and pulled back. As she swallowed the cum in her mouth, the following jets splashed onto her face and neck. She opened her mouth again, taking the head of my cock inside, letting the drops of cum pump into her mouth. When I had finished cumming she lent back, and swallowed slowly. Then used her fingers to clean my cum off her face and neck. With a slow, sensual, movement she slipped her fingers into her mouth, licking the cum off them. I gasped softly, feeling so horny at her display. "If you're going to do that to me every time we go out, I'm not going to be able to walk." I said, copying her from before. She laughed, and pushed up to kiss me hard on the lips. "Just means we can spend more time in bed then lover." She said pulling away from my grasping arms. "Oh no, no more until tonight. You better come up with somewhere to take me." I laughed and nodded, already deciding where to take her. Girl Next Door I had dressed in a simple teal sheath of a dress, tight around all the right places. I thought the color set off my brown skin marvelously, and I was rewarded by an appreciative whistle from Travis when I came downstairs. "Not bad...you clean up nice." "Thanks," I said, sardonically, but I was pleased. I knew he meant it. I had left my hair down, and the curls hung loosely around my face and shoulders. I'd worn the only jewelry I owned, a simple gold chain around my neck, and a silver anklet, twinkling in the light. Fake costume earrings completed the look. Oh, and my mother's gold ring on my finger, but I was never without that. Inside, I sat and tried not to admit to myself I had dressed extra nice for Marius. Would he even notice? But before he came down, Lady Gray joined us and I sighed inwardly. Ten years older than us, Lady Gray still looked our age and as beautiful as ever. She was taller than me, about 5'8", and slim and curvy. Her hair was copper ringlets, and she wore a stunning pleated skirt and low-cut blouse. She was wearing diamond earrings and a diamond pendant that hung between her breasts. No wonder Marius was hot for her. And I thought she was attracted to Marius. But then, who wouldn't be? Marius was six foot two inches of gorgeous man. He was broad in the chest, strong, serious, intelligent, and very, very handsome. He had dark eyes and long wavy brown hair, which he kept to his shoulders. Normally he wore a hat, like many people these days did, or a helmet when in the field. Occasionally I had seen him without, but it was rare. "Hello, Lady Gray," I smiled. "Don't you look lovely?" "Thank you, and so do you! That teal color is perfect for you." Yes, the worst of it was, Lady Gray was unforgivably gorgeous and nice. It just wasn't fair, was it? Only a few minutes later Marius came down with Maya, Travis' little girlfriend. She was utterly cute, only about five feet tall, wearing a very sexy little two-piece number. She was not shy in the least, and hurried over and sat in Travis' lap. His arms went automatically around her and she snuggled into his arms, waving at me. I smiled fondly. Behind her came Marius and as I clapped eyes on him my mouth went dry. He had brushed his hair until most of the waves were gone, and it hung around his face, silky soft. He was wearing a sort of silk jacket, slightly open at the front, just baring about an inch-wide strip of his chest, and my mind immediately presented me with images of my fingers running through the hair just visible. He wore jeans that were somewhat tight, not indecently so, but enough to see the rippling muscles in his thighs. His face had an uncustomarily lazy look on it, with amber bedroom eyes, which just about did it for me. I always noticed a man's eyes and bedroom eyes always made my loins twitch. Marius also wore, not really a beard, but the equivalent of several days without shaving. I didn't like beards much, but the several days' growth was just fine. Lady Gray stood to greet him. "Marius! Don't you look fine!" and I realized my mouth was open. Travis nudged me. "Quit staring," he said, laughing at me. In the background I heard Marius telling Lady Gray how lovely she looked. I blushed. "Sorry. I just...look at him." "I know." Travis shook his head and raised his voice to address his comments to Marius directly. "Marius, quit it. That ain't right, you dressing like that. All the girls are going to be looking at you and ignoring us." Marius chuckled. "Should I go back and change?" "No!" I blurted out, and then blushed again as everyone laughed. Marius took Lady Gray's arm (my heart sank) and we all headed out together. Travis, being a gentleman at heart, offered me his other arm, and we three walked together. The club wasn't far, and none of us had a car anyway. About twenty minutes later, we entered Vapor. Travis offered to get us all drinks, and I asked for a dry martini. Marius and Lady Gray both got Bloody Marys. We drank and chatted for a bit, and then Lady Gray asked Marius to dance. I watched them go, thinking I should have been brave enough to ask him myself. "What's with you?" Travis nudged me. "What?" "You've never been shy around guys. Why are you suddenly shy now?" I shrugged. "Just look at him. He's way out of my league." "Nonsense. I bet he's thinking about you." "If he is, then why is he dancing with Lady Gray?" "To be nice? Anyway, if that's your only problem, you better look out, he's coming over." I looked up in surprise, and indeed, there he was, striding over to me. My heart beat faster. "Where's Lady Gray?" I managed to say, calmly. "She's dancing with some guy that started talking to her about gears." He gestured over his shoulder and I looked past. Indeed, she was with another man, laughing and enjoying herself. "Care to dance, Kendra?" "Me? Um, sure." He took my hand and pulled me to my feet, and for a moment I was only a few inches away from him, and I could smell his aftershave, faintly. He led me out onto the dance floor and pulled me into his arms. "You look very nice today, Kendra. I think I said already, but I wanted to be sure you knew." "Thank you, Marius. You look pretty damn good yourself." "You think so?" He gave me a sardonic little smile, and pulled me closer to him. I had to crane my neck to look up into his eyes, and I felt the warmth of his body against mine. "I think you look...well, frankly, you should be illegal." He laughed out loud at that. His arms slipped around my waist and I felt him loop his fingers at my waist. Now I was dancing right with him, hip-to-hip, almost but not quite touching, leaning back against his arms to look into his face. "You dance very nicely, Kendra." His voice was silky smooth and curled around my ears. It wasn't terribly loud in here but he did have to lean right into my ear, and I felt his breath on my skin. "You do too, Marius," I breathed. I was slowly becoming aware of something occasionally brushing against my hip, high up on the side, and I thought I knew what it was, too. Marius was hard for me. But...really? Marius was attracted to me? And not Lady Gray? I wanted to know. "You are just so tall, Marius; it's almost hard for me to put my hands on your shoulders." "Do you mind?" "Not. At. All," I emphasized, giggling a little. "It's...an attractive quality in a man. Why, am I too short?" "I think it's kind of cute," he said, his large hands sliding along my waist. They slid to the top of my hips and stopped just below where it would be considered proper. I wondered if he could tell that I wasn't wearing anything at all underneath the dress. I wondered if he guessed I'd done it for him. "Cute?" I protested. "Cute is for puppies and duckies." "Oh, is it? Then how about...sexy? Cause you are damn sexy, my dear." I was breathless, looking up at him, my lips slightly parted. He smiled slightly. "Looking at you like that makes me want to kiss you." I found my voice from somewhere. "Then, why don't you?" "Hmm. If you're going to ask..." and to my complete and utter shock he leaned down and kissed me. He had to bend quite a bit to reach me. His lips were heavy and full as they pressed against my mouth. I felt his whole body wrap around me, and his cock pressing against my thigh intruded into my thoughts again. I knew he was a large man, but the weight of what was pressed against my thigh almost distracted me from the delicious, delicious kiss. He didn't hurry. His kiss was slow, deliberate, and very erotic. I felt his hand come up and slide into my hair, tilting my head further up, and as his velvet tongue slid into my mouth, my knees trembled. He touched his tongue to mine, and I felt myself grow damp between my legs. What magic was this man performing on me that I was ready for him already? Such a wanton was I, that I rubbed my hip against his cock, and was rewarded with hearing a sharp intake of breath from him. Slowly he pulled away, leaving me panting and stranded on the shores of desire. Desire suffused my entire being. With some difficulty I managed to get control of myself. "I've been thinking of doing that for a long time," he murmured. "Not just you," I returned, biting the corner of my lip. "I have, too." "So...if I may ask...why didn't you?" "I...guess I just never thought of it before now." "Or you thought I was attracted to Elizabeth." Elizabeth was Lady Gray's first name. I gave him an embarrassed look. "Perhaps. You two would make a fine couple. And besides, she likes you." "She does?" "It seems like it." He laughed again, that rich, deep laugh filling my ears. "Elizabeth and I have known each other since grade school. We're best of friends. But I don't think she's attracted to me. Anyway, it doesn't matter, does it? Now you know." "I do. Marius?" "Yes, my dear?" The quaint term made me smile. "May I kiss you again?" "Good heavens. So polite. And if I said no?" He said this with a smile, so I said, teasingly, "I probably would kiss you anyway." "Then why ask? Just kiss me." I bit my lip again and then stood on my toes to reach his mouth. This time I was the instigator, though he still had to lean a bit for me to reach. I let my fingers run up the back of his neck and through his thick, silky hair. I wanted him so badly right now it was ridiculous. We danced again, this time pressed fully hip-to-hip. His cock rubbed against me, sending delightful chills down my body. I did not pull away at all. On the contrary, I slowly let him shift until his cock was directly pressed against my belly, rubbing against me. If I had been a little taller or he a little shorter he could have pressed it against the juncture between my legs, but there was something even filthier about this. The crowd pressed close against us, and Marius took advantage of it. He bent a little at the knee and let his leg slide between mine, until I was half-sitting on his leg. He began to grind against me, and embarrassingly I felt my dress slowly ride up until my wet sex was directly against his pants. I must have been dampening them, and I thought he knew, for he had a smile in his eyes. Marius pulled me into his arms and I let myself ride his leg wantonly, in public, with a hundred other people around me. I wondered if anyone noticed, but that thought was soon quelled by my rising emotions. The sensation was delicious...suddenly I realized I was distressingly close to coming, right there, on the dance floor. "Marius..."I murmured, and tried to pull away. To my surprise, he wouldn't let me. I turned my face away, but he stroked my head like a puppy. "Shh, honey, it's all right. Just let yourself go. I won't hurt you, Kendra." His voice was very soothing and I relaxed a bit/ And he kept on grinding that knee between my legs, and his hands stroked up and down my back, and I had never thought I was an exhibitionist but here I was being brought to an orgasm right here in the middle of the crowd and it was an incredible feeling. I moaned, softly, gripping his arms and turning my face into his warm neck. I bit gently, and he jumped a little. He caught my mouth with his and kissed me, deeply, forcing his tongue far into my mouth and silencing my little yelps, and I came, embarrassingly hard, right against his thigh. I reeled for a few seconds, panting and he held me tightly. Slowly I came to myself. I was ashamed to look at him but he cupped my face and lifted it to look at me. He looked closely at my face with a half-smile. "Did you like it?" Bashfully, I nodded. "Then why be shy about it? I don't mind, at all. I thought it was incredibly hot. And I kind of want to do it again." I kissed his sweet, salty lips, and tasted his warm mouth and felt his tongue against mine, and I came to a decision. I withdrew and whispered in his ear, "Would you think terribly of me if I suggested we go somewhere else?" "Gods, no. Do you want to go to my room?" I nodded, and he put his arm around my waist as we withdrew from the dance floor. On the way out I caught Travis' eye. He was grinning broadly, and gave him a shy, excited grin, and a wave. He gave me a thumbs up back and sat back with Maya. Outside in the cool night air I turned back to him and, gripping the lapels of his shirt, pulled myself up to kiss him again. He responded just as eagerly, crushing my much smaller body against his. "Do you want to take a cab, or walk?" I considered. Walking meant time to cool down. A cab wouldn't; on the contrary, it might cause exactly the opposite. "Cab, please, if you don't mind." He nodded, and gestured the doorman to call us one. Grinning, he did so, and we tumbled into the back. "To the Days Inn," he said, and the cabbie pulled away. He turned to me. I was already eager and breathless, and welcomed him into my arms. We kissed like teenagers, breathless and anxious to have each other. His hands were at first on my waist, and then dropped to my thighs. I felt him run his hand up my stockinged leg, and as he pushed my dress aside gently, he came to the portion of my thigh that was covered neither by dress nor stocking. He groaned as he squeezed, gently. I wondered if he would slide his hand up my dress but he seemed content to keep it there, at least for the moment. It seemed seconds before the cabbie was saying, "We're here." I looked up, and he was grinning at us in the rearview mirror, and I realized how hot and heavy we had been going at it - providing quite the show it would seem. He paid the cab driver with some bills from his wallet. I straightened my dress out and stepped out. He helped me up, and, putting his arm around me, we walked together into the hotel. "I'll pay you later for the cab," I murmured. "Don't even worry about it." he responded. We managed to mostly keep our hands off each other in the elevator, and by the time we got to his room I was feeling a little shy. I'd known Marius for months, but still, we were going from "first kiss" straight to the bedroom. He must have sensed it, for he unlocked the door and gestured me in, politely. I had been in his room before, mostly with the group, so there was nothing surprising in his neat little place. He motioned to the couch. "Have a seat. I think I have some drinks, you want something?" "What kind of drinks?" "Enough to make a few alcoholic drinks, if that's what you're asking. Another martini, maybe?" I nodded, unsurprised. We all had lots of stuff in our rooms, since we generally stayed for a month or more at a time. He fixed us both martinis and came back over to me. Handing me one, he slid onto the couch facing me, his knee touching mine. The only light on in the room was a dim lamp by the couch. "So. Are you feeling comfortable?" "Yes. No. Mostly." He smiled a little, and I looked into those deep, deep eyes. "Thank you for being honest. Is it me? Anything I've done?" I couldn't help but smile. "Well...yes. Of course. But not in the way you think." "Shall I stop doing it, or shall I do it again?" His smile was devilish, and I felt desire resurge, desperately, drowning out my nervousness. I drained the martini. "Again, please," I whispered, setting down the glass on the table. His followed suit, and he shifted up closer to me on the couch. I thought he was going to kiss me right away, but instead, to my surprise, he put his arms around me and easily lifted me into his lap. Only then did he kiss me, and I welcomed it. He let his mouth drift, over my cheek, my throat, over my ear. I felt safe and secure in his lap. I was not really a tiny woman, at 5'5", and I had broad shoulders and long legs, but his arms surrounded me and I felt completely enveloped. It was an unfamiliar feeling for me. His hand was resting on my ribs, just below my breast, and I felt it begin to move up. My breathing quickened as I felt him slide over my body, crumpling the dress under it, and then his hand was first pressed against the bottom of my breast, then sliding over it, and finally, cupping it. His hand was large and I felt the heat right through the thin dress. His thumb ran over my nipple and I felt him register surprise. "You're not wearing anything under this, are you?" he murmured into my ear. I shook my head and whispered, "No." "Mmm, I thought so, in the club. That's very hot. You are a dirty girl." His voice was low, crooning, in my ear. Impulsively, "Do you want to see?" "Very much." I shifted out of the circle of his arms and stood, facing him. He sat on the couch looking up at me. I could now see his penis fully outlined against his pants, hard and eager for me. Shyly, I reached out and stroked my fingers against its shape. He closed his eyes and actually groaned. "Stand up for a moment, Marius." He did so, towering in front of me again. I looked into his face, and then, lifting my hair off my neck, turned slowly. "Undo my zipper, would you?" I felt him pause, and then felt him place several tender kisses at the top of my neck which made me shiver. His hands came to the zipper and pulled it down, exposing my back to him. I turned back to face him letting my hair drop. Not looking into his eyes, I slid the dress off first one shoulder and then the other, letting it slide down my body. It pooled at my feet gracefully, leaving me completely naked to him. There was a long moment where neither of us spoke. I was petrified. What if he found me ugly or unattractive? What if he bent down, picked up the dress, and gently redressed me again? I didn't think I could stand the humiliation. Instead of doing any of those things, he groaned and put his arms around me and drew me close. "God, Kendra, you are gorgeous. I'll try to go slow, but you drive me to distraction." He kissed me again, and let his hands go to my breasts, feeling the shape and running his fingers over the curves. I moaned as he bent and took one nipple into his mouth. I slipped my arms around his neck while he suckled gently, moving from one nipple to the next. The cool air hit my wet skin and it made me shiver. There was something incredibly dirty and alluring about him being fully dressed while I was naked. His hands roamed freely over my body now, exploring every round curve and flat surface. I was definitely darker than him...my skin was almost a caramel color, and though he had been well-tanned by the sun, his still had that undertone of white. His hands stood out in stark relief against me. His hand slid down my belly which fluttered at his touch, and then over my mound, which I kept neatly trimmed to just a small patch of hair. He slid his fingers between my legs... and paused. "You're soaking wet." "I can't help it." "I like it. I'm flattered." He ran his hand over my slick wetness, and then plunged a finger inside without hesitating. I gasped, loudly; his finger was very thick and it had been a long time for me. It went in easily enough, though I was tight around it. He didn't hesitate, though, but pressed his palm against my clit, and began to grind his hand gently against me. I began to move with him. When he began to slide another finger in I only spread my legs a little wider in acceptance. His other hand was now supporting my back, as my knees were trembling. My eyes were only half-seeing as he continued to grind into my clit. He didn't grow impatient or stop doing what he had found turned me on so, he just kept on doing it, bringing me higher and higher. God, his fingers were like fucking magic. Already so turned on, when he lowered his head to my nipple again, and I felt his palm once again grind against my clit, I jerked against his palm and came, right against his hand, standing up, naked, in his arms. I cried out, feeling the flood spread all through my body, down to my fingertips, down my legs, into my toes. Girl Next Door I kissed him furiously and he kissed me back. Suddenly whatever control either of us had left was gone, as we worked to get his pants open and down. I felt them drop around his feet, and let my hand encircle his cock. ...Which was huge. I gasped as I touched it, and wanted it in me all the more. Stumbling and falling over each other, he kicked the pants aside and we ended up in the bed, him below me and me on top. I whispered, "Do you have a condom?" and he scrabbled in his nightstand for one. He sat up and I took it from him and opened it. I kissed his cock briefly and then slid it over the length of him. I gently pushed him back until he leaned against he headboard, and then swung my leg over him to straddle him. Positioning myself against him, I slowly began to lower myself onto him, inch by inch. I moaned as he entered me. He was, indeed, huge, and I supported myself by putting a hand on his shoulder. He put his hands on my waist, to steady me, and I used my support to help push myself down onto him. I felt him opening me up, pushing into me, violating me, and it actually hurt a little, so I stopped to take a breath. He smiled at me. "Take your time, sweetheart." I nodded. "You're huge...you know that, right? Where do you keep this thing, wrapped around your leg?" He chuckled. "Oh, yes. That wouldn't be awkward at all. Silly girl." "Don't laugh at me, help me," I said, and let my weight continue pushing me down. He guided me down onto him, and with his help, soon he had penetrated me all the way, and I felt myself sitting directly on his lap. I felt so full, it was incredible. It felt marvelous. I began to move on him, hands on his shoulders, the dim light reflecting on our skin, his eyes half-slitted, watching me with lust and desire. I rode his cock, feeling him twitch and move inside of me, and ground myself against him, my hands gripping his shoulders firmly. I have never ever felt like a tiny woman, as I said before, but in his arms suddenly I did. I felt dainty, and delicate, as he easily lifted me up and down and used my body as I used his. Being on top, and being able to control the angle, didn't give me any control at all. His cock drove me into a frenzy and I wrapped my legs around him and worked myself into another orgasm, crying out, arching my back, and digging my nails into his back. His mouth was at my nipples, and suddenly he picked me up without even trying, and lay me back on the bed. I looked up into his handsome face, those amber eyes meeting my own, his dark hair falling around it, and I arched my back to meet him as he began to work himself in and out of me. Both of us were grunting now, desperate for each other, my legs wrapped around his thick stomach, his hands easily holding me up. He penetrated me deeper and deeper and I bit his shoulder, hard. "Marius..." I cried out, nails digging into his back. For a few moments we were one, and then he lost control, spilling over, his eyes shut tight, calling out my name. He rested his head on my shoulder, both of us panting, and I cradled him in my arms, placing soft kisses on his neck and shoulder. He turned his head and met my mouth in a kiss again, and we kissed for a long time. "I have been wanting you for an incredibly long time, my brown-eyed girl," he murmured, stroking my cheek. His eyes were softer than I had ever seen them, almost tender. I kissed him back. "And here I thought it was just me." "Don't be silly, darling. Hang on..." Holding on to me, he rolled onto his back. He slipped out of me, and I felt him reach down and remove the condom. He tossed it into the trash and then pulled me back into his arms. I nestled my head on his chest. "Mmmm....this is nice." "It is. Stay with me tonight?" "I will...but you know our little group is going to talk, right? It's what they do." "Let them talk." He ran his broad hand down my back and I shivered. He chuckled softly. "Oh, my darling. I want you again already." I tentatively dropped my hand to his cock to find that indeed, he was stiffening again. I smiled. "I'm a little sore, but I want you, too." With a grunt and a single movement he had lifted me and himself off the bed. I was dangling in his arms, held tightly. "Let's go take a shower, then, and maybe we can continue." I smiled, and lay my head on his shoulder in complete contentment. Girl Next Door I know my husband looks good; I wouldn't have married him otherwise. In some ways I was accustomed to women flirting with him, though I never fully accepted it. Arguing over it was pointless; he didn't see harmless flirting as a problem, and I was budging off my point that married people shouldn't flirt. If I caught it happening, I stopped saying anything to him. Instead I would find the woman who was doing it, and stare her down until she understood that he was my man, period. I'd tell him all the time about the signals women send -- like touching him when they talked, or "unknowingly" leaning over a little too far with a top on that wasn't meant to contain. He didn't believe fat meant greasy; he didn't believe that there were women who just wanted to see how far they could get with him; and he didn't believe that there were women who would stop at nothing to get him, if they sensed he was interested. In his mind, once a woman knew he was married, she would respect that commitment he made. They may flirt, but they wouldn't cross that line. I was amazed that such a successful man could be so naive. Being just in his 30s, he had started a retail business, and grew it to three stores around the city. How in the world did he do that, and have no clue as to the minds of women? Or maybe I was the clueless one? Maybe he did know very well what those women were up to, but played like he didn't to keep me from suspecting there was more than flirting going on. I was tempted to setup a demonstration to prove my point. The problem was no woman I trusted enough to bring in on my idea. Without that, I'll just have to wait for a situation to naturally develop that would open his eyes, or bust him in his tracks. We moved to Arlington Heights a year ago. Our next door neighbor was a single mother, with a teenage daughter. Seventeen year old daughter, to be exact. She turned 18 sometime over the Christmas break. She left for college at the end of the summer, so my radar was on the mother, given the way she bounced over to welcome us. She invited us over to swim in her pool, she told us about the billiard table her ex-husband left in the basement, and she commented that it would be nice to have a man on the grill at her next cookout. "Provided you let me borrow him," she said with a phony smile I coulda knocked off her face. And not to mention the sundress she wore, with half her thigh and almost all of her B-cup chest showing. The material itself didn't hide much; her nipples were clearly visible when erect, and you could see the outline of her name and address when light caught her right. I knew what she was about 10 minutes after meeting her. I saw Jeff stealing glances at her now and then as he brought in boxes with the movers. They were looking at her too. I tried not to get angry when he looked, and I never caught him leering. It didn't do much for my ego to know that other women could grab his attention like that, but I didn't need to let myself get insecure over it. After all the boxes were in the house and the movers left, I changed from the bra and t-shirt I had on into a cotton tank top -- in part because I was hot, but also to see if I could get his attention. I kept unpacking like normal, until he noticed. "Hey, what's the tank top for?" "It's for getting work done," I blew him off. "Yeah, right," he came over and hugged me from behind. "Get off," I laughed, "we got work to do." "Then you shouldn't have put this tank on," his fingertips touched my nipples. "See, you ain't thinking of work either." Feeling appreciated, and aroused, I turned around and pulled his face to mine for a kiss. "We have to unpack. "Then why'd you change?" "I was getting hot," I backed away. "Oh, so it had nothing to do with what Vivien had on?" I shook my head, "I told you last time I wasn't telling you no more. If you didn't know she was spreading it out for you, then I can't help you." "Okay," he laughed. "Okay." I went back to unpacking, "Okay, what? Like you didn't see her high beams on!" "Yup, I sure did!" "And you liked it!" I looked at him over my shoulder. "I like nipples; so what?" He grabbed me from behind again, "I like seeing yours more because I get to play with them. I pushed back to get him off me when he gave them a little twist, "All right now! We got a lot left to do before Monday." "Then you shouldn't have distracted me," he reached around and ripped the tank open, and took a big squeeze of my 36Cs before I could protest. The move knocked me a little off balance, and I put my hands on the counter to steady myself, "Ohhh damn." "Yeah, this is why you put on that tank," he leaned over and kissed my neck as he kept squeezing firmly but slowly. I felt his erection on my ass, "No its not." "Right," he chuckled. He reached around to unfasten and pull down my shorts and panties. When I kicked them off my feet, he turned me around and drove his tongue into my mouth. His hands roamed over my back and hips, squeezing my ass now and then. This was the going beyond the reaction I wanted, but I was all for it. I opened and pushed down his shorts. I rubbed his dick through his boxers for a moment, then pushed them down too. When they hit the floor, he lifted me up on to the marble counter. It was cold, but I didn't care. I pulled a drawer out to put my foot on, and rubbed myself as I watched him free himself from his shorts, boxers, and shirt -- oh yeah, my body was ready for this. He stepped to me, and went in on two thrusts. I love that feeling of being penetrated, and almost wished he'd pull out and do it again. But to make sure he didn't pull out, I grabbed two handfuls of his ass as his mouth went back to my neck. After a while, he pushed me back, so he could palm my bouncing tits. I locked my ankles around his waist. This new angle felt even better, and my louder moans told him so. He began groaning right along with me, and soon we released together. I wrapped my arms around his neck and told him I loved him as we kissed through the waves. He held me to him and told me the same. He backed up and sat in a chair, kinda angled toward me. He was still mostly erect, and coated with our juices. I rested my elbows on the counter, and caught my breath -- until I felt his deposit start to withdraw. Since my tank was already ruined, I took it off, and used it as a towel between my legs. He laughed at me for trying to be so neat after such a messy act. "Hey, our food will eventually be on this counter!" "My food already was!" "Shut up!" I was laughing with him, until I caught something out of the corner of my eye and nearly jumped out of my skin. It was our neighbor's daughter standing at our patio door with something in her hands. She looked like she was in a trance, until I screamed. She shot from the porch; I shot from the kitchen. My clueless husband sat there, asking , "What?" "You didn't see her standing there?" I asked halfway up the stairs. He followed me, "My eyes were closed." I made it to our bedroom, and jumped over boxes until I got to the bathroom, "Curtains are going up on every window we have right now!" "What do you think she saw?" "EVERY THING, the way you were sprawled out! And it's not funny!" I suppressed my laugh. "She saw us; you all sprawled out on the chair, and me laid up on the counter! She'll tell her mother, and she'll think we are freaks!" "Maybe she'll want to join us!" I couldn't help letting out my laugh when he wouldn't stop, "Uh huh, see?!" "Look, we're in our house, not out on the sidewalk," he stopped laughing. "It's our business what we do in here. If she thinks we're freaks, tell her to keep her peeping Tomisita daughter off our patio!" I came out the bathroom, "You just like people looking at you, freakin' exhibitionist!" "I could give a class," he kissed my cheek on his way into the bathroom. I kept expecting the phone to ring as I changed. I went downstairs, and back into the kitchen. I looked out the patio door, and saw a dropped cake where her daughter stood. "Great! Not only do I have to clean that up, but how am I going to thank her without bringing up what Rihanna saw?" ______ In the months we had been there since, Vivien never said a word. When I thanked her for the cake, she just said, "Glad you liked it." I didn't know if that's because Rihanna didn't tell her or if she didn't know how to talk about it either. What would she say? "So, my daughter saw you having sex in your kitchen..." How awkward that be? She didn't act any different, so neither did I. She was overly friendly toward Jeff, but she was like that from the start. When she was walking her dog when he pulled up, I'd watch from the window as she laughed too hard at whatever he said, bent over to get something off the ground, or send out some other signal that he wasn't picking up on -- or at least acting like he wasn't picking up on. Vivien threw a cookout for Rihanna when she came home on her summer break. She did ask if Jeff could work the grill, and she asked if I could help her in the kitchen. We were the only three adults at the party. Everyone else there was Rihanna's age. You could certainly tell it was summer time; guys in tanks or shirtless, and girls in halter or bikini tops. Vivien commented on a few of the guys while we were getting trays together -- wondering how much they could lift, and nudging me as she laughed. A long as her attention was off of Jeff, she could fantasize all she wanted to. I even got a little kick out of egging her on, "Imagine how much two of them together could lift?" "Ohhhhh, girl!" she howled. "You about to send me up to my little black box!" As she laughed, I noticed Rihanna standing a little too close to Jeff. I kept the joke running with Vivien for a few more minutes, then decided to make an appearance by Jeff's side. I excused myself to take him some water, "Here baby, you look thirsty," I said clear enough for her to hear me. "Thanks, baby, but I got a bottle right here," he moved to the music as he spread sauce on the ribs. When I didn't move or retract my hand, he looked at me and noted my expression. "Well, it has gotten a little warm," he took the bottle from my hand. I looked at Rihanna, who was looking back at me over the rim of the cup she was drinking from. She was a lighter, fuller-figured version of her mother. Where Vivien was a B-cup, Rihanna was a solid, firm C. She accentuated the red tinge of her skin by lightening and highlighting her hair. Her stomach was flat, and her thighs were toned from running track. She left the button of her Daisy Dukes open to draw a little more attention to her belly ring. When I was her age, I guess I would have flaunted a shape like hers too. However, at that moment, I wanted to knock her head off! She lowered the cups from her lightly lip-sticked lips. "Do you like it saucy? "Excuse me?!?" "I asked Mr. Jeff to put sauce on mine. Sauce makes everything taste better to me. I could eat a good sauce all by itself -- no meat necessary," she laughed. I looked at Jeff, who started chugging the water I gave him. "Mom caught me a few times eating sauces right out of a bowl, and got so mad!" I cut my eyes back to her, "Yes, I like sauce, but its lacking without my meat -- meat that I've picked out and have taken the time to prepare. Nobody better mess with my meat." "Hey baby," Jeff interrupted my staredown, "Didn't you want a tattoo when you were young--ER -- younger? Ria's got two?" "Ria?" I looked at him. As in ghonna-ria? "My friends at college started calling me that," she smiled. "Look, she turned around and held up her hair to show me an Ankh design at the nape of her neck. "You like it?" "It's nice," I nodded. "You really think so?" I relaxed a little. Maybe she was just a bubbly, friendly girl. "Where's the other?" "Her butt." "Stop!" she hit Jeff's shoulder, laughing. "I said I thought about getting one there. It's on my foot; see?" She put her foot forward to show a rose tattooed on it. "Pretty. Didn't it hurt?" "A little, but not really." She was about to go on, but someone called her for a picture. She looked back as she went away, "Remember, I like it saucy." It was a full minute before Jeff acknowledged I was standing there looking at him. "What?!?" I slapped his other shoulder, "What's wrong with you?" "Baby, I'm just grilling!" "Right, Sauce Man." "Okay, yeah okay -- THAT was her flirting with me! I clearly saw that." "Finally! But she couldn't have been any more in your face with it." He chucked, "Yeah she could've!" I pinched his butt -- hard. "Hey, what you doin'? Gonna make me burn my meat!" "Your saucy meat?" "My meat won't be saucy until later," he leaned in for a kiss. "You think so, huh?" "You gonna leave me hangin' here? With dry meat?" I looked at him, "You're an idiot," I laughed and kissed him. He grabbed me and gave me a deeper kiss. "Don't set no bad examples out here in front of all these kids," I smiled. "We's murry'd!" I noticed Rihanna's face in our direction, but I couldn't see through her glasses to tell if she was looking at us. I kept looking at her as I rubbed Jeff's butt where I had pinched him, then kissed his cheek before going inside. You're daughter has some nice tattoos," I said to Vivien. "You think that nonsense is nice? Hmpf, I wouldn't let her get any while she lived here, and look what she went and did as soon as she got away from here." "They're tasteful at least; nothing outlandish." "Tattoos themselves are outlandish, and my wildchild has two!" We finished getting the food on platters, and took it outside. It was inhaled! Vivien set aside plates for me and Jeff, and the three of us found a corner to watch the frenzy. I made sure to be in between Jeff and Vivien. Once the food was nearly gone, the kids started dancing to the music. One of Rihanna's guy friends came over and pulled Vivien up, which didn't take much coaxing. Soon after, another one came over and asked Jeff if he could dance with me. "No bumping and grinding allowed," Jeff winked at me. "No what?" the guy asked. I laughed as I got up, "Just behave yourself." No sooner than I was out there did one of her friends pull Jeff up. They showed us some new dances, and we showed them some old ones. Even though Vivien had been fantasizing about these guys inside, she didn't do anything off the wall while she danced. Despite the fun we were having, I kept my eye on Rihanna. She kept moving closer to where we were, and was dancing with Jeff by the third song. I wasn't having an issue with it, until she turned her butt to him. I thanked my partner, and got my husband away from her. We said our good-bys, to Vivien's protestations, and went home. Jeff was on me as soon as the door closed behind us! From behind me, he pulled my pants and panties down -- making me stumble. He got me to my hands and knees, and drove into me. Ignoring the fact that I was wet enough for him to go in so easily, I wondered how he got in so fast, "Did you take it out while we were walking?" "Sure did," he pumped. I caught my breath, "Is this for Ria?" "Is your wetness for whoever you were dancing with?" I didn't answer. "Yeah, I got in with no foreplay, didn't I?" "Shut up!" I went down to my elbows after my first orgasm. Jeff was still going good after my second, so I put my head on my crossed hands. I heard him groan at the new angle, and felt him smack my ass, before we both finished. When he caught his breath, he pulled out. I got my shoes, panties, and shorts off, then went to the kitchen for something to drink. "So, was I Rihanna?" I poured a glass of my favorite wine. Jeff stopped at the foot of the stairs, "What are you talking about?" "Were you with Rihanna just now, in your head? You were awful intense." "You're asking about here again?" "Yes," I leaned in the doorway. "Why?" "You don't think about her, or even Vivien?" "Why do you ask so much about who I think about?" "I'm curious." "You're insecure." "Do I have a reason to be?" He looked at me, then turned and went upstairs. By the time I finished that glass, poured and drank another, he had the shower water running. By the time I came out of the shower, he was covered up sleep -- but I know my husband. I left my panties in the drawer, and climbed under the cover to snuggle up behind him. I pressed my naked body to his, and slid my hand over his hip. He usually sleeps without a shirt during the summer, and he usually sleeps without underwear after a shower -- and this time was no different, despite our dust-up. I kissed his shoulder, and rubbed his half-erection. It wasn't long before it was a full erection. "What are you doing," he grumbled. "This," I moved so I could pull him to his back and straddle him. "I love you, Jeff," I whispered as I started moving on his erection. "I love you, Jeff." He groaned and rubbed his face to wake up more. "I love you, Jeff," I said a little more urgently. "I love you too." "Then do it," I rode harder. "Do what?" "Love me." "I do." "No," I shook my head. "Love me, Jeff!" I grinded on him. He groaned a couple more times, "I love you!" "Love me, Jeff!" "I do! What do you want?" I rode harder, "I want you to love me, Jeff." "Oh shit! Damn! I love you!" his face contorted to my gyrations. I rode even harder, "Love me, Jeff!" "Shit!" he moved his hands to my dancing hips. "Love me, Jeff!" He moved his hands over my hips and thighs, "I love you!" "You're starting to," I grinned evilly. He tightened his grip on my hips. "Yes! Love me, Jeff!" He moved his hands up to my breasts and squeezed. As good as he felt inside me, I held back when I felt an orgasm getting close -- even when he gave my nipples a pinch. "That's it!" I looked into his eyes and rode harder. He squeezed harder, then moved his hands back to my hips and smacked both cheeks. The cold sting sent a charge through me, and I started riding harder. The bed was moving, I was sweating, and Jeff was grunting and groaning as he either pawed my tits, twisted my nipples, or smacked my ass. As hard as it was to keep my eyes open, I kept watching his face contort, and it made me grin more. I was working him over so good, he couldn't keep his eyes open -- let alone look at me. I was loving it, until I felt his finger push in my other hole. "Hey!" I lost a bit of my control. He pushed a little further, and I almost let my orgasm slip. "Don't do that!" "Don't love you?" he pushed in to his knuckle. I lost my rhythm and my concentration," Stop!" "No," he pushed his whole finger inside, and moved it around. The orgasm erupted through me, making my body jerk and shake. Trying to make it stop only seemed to make it more intense. I fell over to Jeff's chest, and let it run its course. "I love you, Jeff. Now get your finger out my ass. He busted out laughing, and so did I. I winced as he worked it out, then made sure he kept it away from me. While he went to wash his hand, I thought about how I had to trust that Vivien wasn't in Jeff's sights; Rihanna either. He was committed to me, even though that didn't stop them from being overly friendly that whole summer, with their energetic waves, broad smiles, tight/short clothes. And apparently they didn't care that they were flirting with the same man. How sick was that? If my mother were single, there's no way I'd look twice at a man she was interested in. Eww! I could see the freaks next door having plans to double-team Jeff; give him a little mother-daughter action. That's a place I shouldn't have gone, because once I had that image in my head I couldn't get it out. It still bothered me that they didn't respect me enough to not flirt with him, but from then on whenever I saw one of them, in my mind I saw the three of them in some combination. It got to the point that I thought it was funny. I had to hold back laughing when I saw the two of them together. Girl Next Door One day, Rihanna pulled up in her driveway as I was unloading grocery bags from my trunk. She got out and waved; I almost dropped a bag trying to be polite and wave back. She rushed over to help me. I told her I was fine, but she started grabbing bags anyway. "This is too many for you to do alone. Where's Mr. Jeff? I knew she wasn't helping to be nice. "He's not home." "He's strong enough to do these by himself; we're not, right?" she laughed. "I would've managed, but thanks." I led her inside and to the kitchen. We set the bags on the counter. "Are you having a party?" "A small one on Friday, for some of my team at work." I got out of my shoes and blazer. "What do you do?" "I'm an operations supervisor at a bank." "Really? My major is finance!" "What do you want to do with it?" I started putting groceries away. "Own my own consulting firm, specializing n small businesses that can't afford a big firm or to have someone on staff. I may do some personal finance to, but that wouldn't be my main focus." I was impressed! "My major was finance, but I wasn't as clear about what I wanted to do as you are. It was just something I was good at." "I have aunts who run their own businesses. Hearing what they go through with people doing their finances gave me the idea. Either nobody takes them serious as a business owner, or they want to charge them out the ass for services. I've been helping them out since I've been home, with what little I know so far." I asked her to sit on a bar stool as I finished putting the groceries away. "What kinds of things have you done?" As she answered, I realized I hadn't given her credit. She only had two finance classes, but she talked concisely about the concepts -- and even asked me some intelligent questions. We ended up at the table, drinking iced tea -- that she refused to let me make -- and wandering off the topic of finance. By the time Jeff came home, I had gotten to know Rihanna as a well-spoken, highly focused young woman. She hugged Jeff when he came to the kitchen; we all talked for a few minutes, then she hugged me as she got ready to leave. "Thank you," she kissed my cheek. I contained my shock, "You're welcome, Ria." "I can't wait to go to lunch!" she smiled on her way out the door. "I didn't initiate that hug," he threw his hands up. I laughed, shaking my head, "Whatever." "You're going to lunch?" "Yeah, I wanted to show her all the options, and answer some more of her questions. We'd been talking for hours." "About what?" "Different stuff. Vivien never went to college, so we talked a lot about what it's like." "How'd all this happen?" I shrugged, "It just did. She helped me bring bags in, and it went from there." "What was that kiss on the cheek about?" Jeff raised an eyebrow. "I don't know!" I laughed. "I guess she really appreciated talking to me." "Still think she's after me?" "Maybe she kissed me out of guilt for hugging you!" I laughed, "Or maybe she is after me." Jeff hugged me, "Or maybe she's just a friendly girl who's not after either of us." "Yeah, right." —— Rihanna showed up at my bank in a black business suit. I had to laugh at myself for still being a little worried after our talk that she may not dress appropriately. The heels were a bit too high, and her cleavage was out a little, but it was a nice suit. I had seen worse on so-called professionals. I gave her a tour, and introduced her to some of the people on my team, then we walked to a restaurant. She didn't flirt with anyone one time, and she did have opportunity to. She definitely had men's attention, but she stayed focused on our conversation, which was mostly about what I did and how I got into my position. "How did you meet Mr. Jeff?" "Wow! There's a topic change for you," I laughed. "You seem to have this great balance. Your professional life is poppin'; your homelife is poppin'. If I want to be like you, I need to know how you put home together too." Speak of the devil, he called at that moment to tell me he was going to be at least an hour late. I asked if everything was okay, then got off the phone to finish up with Rihanna. Time was running out on my lunchtime by that point, so I gave her the short version of how I met Jeff and some of the issues we had to overcome. Back at the office, I gave her some information about the bank's summer internship program that she could apply for next year. Even if she opened her own business, having experience at a bank would be beneficial. She kissed my cheek again before she left. I went about my day not thinking anymore about her, except when someone interrupted me to ask who she was. On my way home, I thought about Jeff's call. He said something had come up, but he didn't say what -- which wasn't entirely unusual. I know it was wrong, but whenever he would feel the need to tell me he was running late, it would cross my mind that he was with another woman: his secretary, another woman in his building, Vivien, or even Rihanna. Maybe Vivien AND Rihanna? Maybe Rihanna went to his office after leaving mine. Maybe she sat on his desk and opened her legs to let him see that she hadn't worn panties. Maybe she opened her blouse for him to suck her nipples, and then got on her knees to suck his erection. Maybe she dropped her skirt for him to bend her over the desk. "Maybe I should stop making myself wet with all these maybes," I laughed. I wasn't getting wet at the thought of him with someone. I was remembering that we had done a few of these things in our younger, wilder days. I wonder how surprised he'd be if I showed up for an office-sex session. Since he was running the business, there wasn't much danger of him being fired, which took some of the thrill out of it, but we still might be caught by someone who works for him. It had been about 10 years since I had been undressed, to some degree, in his office. As I got even more excited at the thought, I increased my speed to get home. I stopped in the kitchen for a glass of wine, then went upstairs and undressed for a bath. If he was going to be an hour later than his normal time, I had about 2 hours to myself. I finished the glass as the tub filled and I laid out the lingerie I would have on by that time he arrived. I lit a few candles, and relaxed in the warm bubbles. I let images of our sexual highlights play in my head, as I touched myself under the water. I took my time; I rubbed my clit, and teased my nipples; I put my feet on the sides of the tub in order to go deeper inside of me. The release felt exquisite, but it was only a pacifier until Jeff got home. I dried off as I went into the bedroom for my lotion. I jumped out of my skin when I noticed Rihanna, "OH SHIT!!" I fumbled to cover myself with my towel, "What the hell are you doing here?!?" "The door was left open -- your garage door. I came inside to make sure everything was okay!" she nervously explained. "Did you call the police?" "No." That didn't strike me as a logical response. "What if I were a burglar? You came in by yourself, without calling the police?" "I didn't think a burglar would be using your bathroom!" I calmed down enough to process that something else didn't make sense. "Didn't you see my car in the garage?" "Yeah, but-" "Actually you saw Jeff's car in the garage. He took my car to get the oil changed this morning." "I saw the car, but-" "Why would you come in, without the police, when you saw his car?" "I was going to let one of you know it was open!" "No, not one of us -- Jeff! You thought Jeff was in here!" She shook her head, "No, I didn't!" As my nerves settled even more, I noticed she had on a lingerie set of mine, "And what the fuck are you doing in my clothes?!?" "I really liked what you had on the bed, and just wanted to see what else you had," she scrambled. This heifer was going to catch the beatdown of her life. "First of all, what lingerie I have is none of your business! Second, that don't explain why you put it on!" "I wanted to see how I'd look." "For Jeff?" "NO, I thought it was nice! I'm sorry!" "Not yet you aren't!" I moved toward her, "Your fast ass came in here because you thought I was Jeff in there!" She backed up, "I swear I didn't!" "And you put on my shit to show off your body to my husband! I was one step away from being in reach to knock her head clean off, "You and your hotpants momma have been after Jeff ever since we moved in! And you thought this was your big chance to fuck him, didn't you?!" "Not him -- YOU!" her back pressed against the wall. I got right to her face, "You have the nerve to try to fuck my husband, in my bed, in my lingerie?" Rihanna partially shielded herself from my impending swing, "I did this for you!" "What?!?" "I knew it wasn't Mr. Jeff who came home. I was there when he called you, remember? I'm dressed like this for you!" I shook my head to clear the fog that was setting in," Wait. What?" She cupped my face in her hands, and took advantage of my paralysis to kiss my lips. "Mr. Jeff is fine, but you turn me on." "Rihanna," I said through my shock. "Yes?" she said loosening my towel. It fell to the ground. My protest got caught in my throat -- now I was mute and immobile as she caressed my breasts. "I can't tell you how long I wanted to do this," she leaned over and kissed my nipples. My eyes rolled up in my head, and I put my hands on her shoulders to keep my balance. Jeff's hands and mouth had a power to them, and I love it -- I absolutely love feeling that power. However, Rihanna's hands had an indescribable softness that I'd never felt before. She moved her hands from my breasts to my back, then down over my hips. My head was swimming with conflicting thoughts. I couldn't even formulate how to ask her to stop or slow down. My mouth was open, but only soft moans were coming out. "Lay down," she whispered after sucking my earlobe for a minute. I was finally able to clear my throat, "Rihanna..." "Laydown, please." "...this is..." She shushed me, and guided me back until I was on the bed. She crawled on top of me, kissing her way up from my belly button. I mustered the strength to stop her at my lips, "I'm married; I can't do this." "What are you doing, besides laying there?" she kissed my neck and shoulders. "I can't even do that. I'm not lesbian or bisexual." "Yes you can, and I didn't ask you to be. Just let me do this to you," she held my breast and kissed my nipple. "I don't want you to do that." She put her hand between my legs, then showed me how wet her fingers were, "Not only did you part your legs to let me do that, but look at what's down there." I hadn't realized I did that, but I knew she didn't just force my legs open. As far as the wetness, I thought to explain that I had been thinking a lot about Jeff, but I just stuttered. "Just let me, please," she kissed more of my body. "I want to do this," she moved back up to my neck. "I want to." As loud as my mind was screaming for me to reject her, I couldn't say no. My body's responses felt incredible! Her kisses were setting off firecrackers inside of me; when I closed my eyes I could see bursts of colors with each one. The heat from her hands were radiating out in waves through me. She had my whole body at a peak. She shifted so she could hold my face again, and kissed me deep. There was no resistance I could put up. A woman was French kissing me -- period. A younger woman at that! She broke the kiss, and moved back to my neck and shoulders, "May I?" I couldn't answer. She climbed over me, with her hands on my hips as she sucked my nipples, "May I?" I didn't answer. Rihanna went down farther, easily pushed my legs open, and moved her face between my thighs, "Pretty please?" "YESSSS!" She kissed, and she licked, and she sucked, and I damn-near tore a hole in the bed spread. She would bring me to the edge, then pull me back, then bring me to the edge again, then pull me back, then bring me back to the edge, just to pull me back again. I was squirming all over the bed, but she never lost contact. I lifted my head once to tell her I couldn't take it, but I caught the sight of her lightened and highlighted hair between my raised legs. I had never seen a woman's head between my legs, and it sent a charge through me. I put my head back to the bed, and covered my face as my deep, scream echoed off the walls. She had been rubbing and squeezing my breasts, but moved her hands to mine. On reflex, I immediately gripped them tight. "Are you ready," she asked. "For anything!" I groaned. She started to do something with her tongue that felt out of this world! She got more and more intense with it, and so did my reaction. My hips were bouncing off the bed and against her mouth as I started cumming. At the height of it, I heard and felt this release of liquid. "What the hell?!?!" I said as my body pulsed and jerked. I tried to close my legs, but I wasn't in control of them. "Relax; it's all good," Rihanna squeezed my hands. "What are you doing?!?!?" "I'm watching the best show on earth!" The orgasm just rolled and rolled through me. My legs were shaking, and I dug my toes into the spread in a pointless attempt to regain some control. After what seemed like an hour, the orgasm trailed off. When the last of it rolled through me, I pulled my hands from hers and rolled to my side. "What the hell was that," I asked still out of breath. "You squirted," she giggled. "I don't squirt!" "Well, you sure did just now. Made a big mess too!" I raised my head to see that I had migrated from the side of the bed up to the opposite corner, and that there was a trail of wetness like someone had spilled a drink. "That's from me?!?" "All you," she smiled. "Thank you." I laid my head back down, "For what?" Rihanna laid down facing me, "For letting me live my fantasy. I've had a crush on you ever since I saw you and Mr. Jeff in the kitchen." She ran her hand along my side, "The memory of how much you liked what he did, and how satisfied you looked afterward, has never left me. I wanted to give that to you all this time; and now I have. You allowed me to, and I thank you." "You can't be serious." "I'm totally serious." "Get up; I'll change your sheets," she got off the bed. Too worn out to argue, I got to my feet -- causing an aftershock. I sat back down, and waited until I felt the strength returning to my legs. I got up, and tossed her a set of sheets from the linen closet. I watched her strip the bed, while still in my lingerie. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, being very careful of the pressure I applied to cleaning between my legs. I was still incredibly sensitive down there. Rihanna was gone by the time I came out. I sat on the bed wondering what the hell I had just done, and what I was going to do. Girl Next Door A while back my wife shot through. I wasn't earning enough to keep her in the way to which she felt entitled, so she found someone else. I wish him luck. He's going to need it. Naturally, when she left, Gloria took everything that had any sort of value at all. This saved us any problems with dividing the property when we got divorced. She was considerate, that way. Mind you, she did want the house, but as I explained to her lawyer, it was a rental. I couldn't give it to her, even if I wanted to. She's history, and the only reason that I mentioned her is that when she left one of the few things she didn't take was a stack of chic lit. Mills & Boon romances and such. I'd initially just stuffed them up on top of a wardrobe in case she came back for them. Noticing them up there one day, I decided that the time was right to throw them out. Being at heart a thrifty type, I just couldn't see myself throwing a few dozen perfectly good books in the rubbish. Neither could I bother loading them in my car and taking them to a charity shop. Too much work. My solution; I packed them in a box and took them next door. The guy next door was in his forties and had twins, a boy and girl, nineteen years of age. While the boy wouldn't be interested, I thought there was a fair chance that Sharon wouldn't mind taking the books. It was a Friday evening when I stepped around to offer the books. Sharon answered the door, dressed in a pink fluffy dressing gown, and showing a freshly scrubbed face. She was quite happy to take the books, dumping the box on a little side table in the hallway. She apologised for answering the door in her dressing gown. Her father and brother had already gone out and she was getting ready for her own date. It so happened that the architecture of the place had resulted in the bathroom being directly in front of the front door. Still talking, Sharon edged back into the bathroom, standing in front of a big wall mirror, doing her hair and applying makeup. It had been a while since I'd watched a woman dolling herself up for an evening out, and I just leant against the front doorway and enjoyed the show. I didn't need to contribute much to the conversation, Sharon easily handled the load, only requiring agreement and a few casual observations from me. Now I'm not a totally insensitive clod. It did occur to me that maybe she was running off at the mouth because she couldn't think of a polite way to tell me to push off while she got ready. "You don't mind me watching you get ready, do you, Sharon?" I asked. "I've always found it fascinating watching a woman doing all these little bits and pieces when they're getting ready." She looked at me, shaking her head, her face alight with silent laughter. "Doesn't worry me," she said. "I'll let you know when you have to leave." Taking her at her word I continued to watch as she prepared for her night out. When Sharon finally turned away from the mirror the magic had been wrought. She'd started off looking like a fresh faced eighteen year old, requiring ID before anyone would admit her to a pub or club. Now she looked to be in her mid-twenties, a sophisticated and attractive young woman who would walk in anywhere, unchallenged. "Very nice," I said. "You look superb." "Thank you," she said with a giggle. "Now you're going to have to go as I'm going to get dressed." She moved towards me with the obvious intention of shutting the door. I, I should point out, was still outside. I hadn't actually entered the house. Another thing I have to admit is that I had been wondering just what she had on under the dressing gown. Her legs were bare, and it was extremely unlikely that she was actually dressed. The most she'd have on would be her undies. Sharon stepped closer to me, door starting to swing shut when I reached over and pulled on the bow of her dressing gown belt. "You'll have to excuse me," I said quietly, "but I've been itching to know what's under the dressing gown." Before Sharon could react I'd caught the edges of her gown as they started to gape and swung them wide. I'd been right about the clothes, but wrong about the undies. She hadn't put them on yet. She was standing there, effectively naked, blushing, one hand on the door and the other on the door frame, looking shocked. She was breathtaking. The pair of us just froze like that for a few seconds. A few seconds where my eyes were very busy, trying to take all of her in at once. Sharon suddenly gave a little gasp and twitched, although she didn't try to pull away or cover herself. "You can't do that," she gasped, looking properly horrified. "You mean I shouldn't have done that," I murmured. "It's bloody obvious that I can and have. You're very lovely, you know." I didn't mention that she should also have had more sense than to stand around chatting to a man when she only had on a wraparound robe fastened by a single bow. I'm sure she'd probably already worked that out. I was still holding the sides of the dressing gown, and I gave them a gentle tug while moving forward a little myself. Sharon didn't resist the tug, moving closer to me, and just like that we were scant inches apart. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "Getting rid of this," I said, brushing the gown off her shoulders and letting it drop." Naturally it caught at her elbows. "Let it go, please," I suggested, and Sharon seemed to gulp and then relaxed her arms, letting the gown fall away. "Satisfied," she asked, trying for sarcastic but only managed to sound excitedly nervous. At this stage I hadn't actually laid a finger on her. Her dressing gown, maybe, but not her. This now changed. My finger-tips brushed across her breasts, then trailed down and around, my hands closing lightly upon her bottom. "Ah, I think that's about enough," she said, almost sounding as though she meant it. "No, I don't think so. I think I'm going to make love to you right now, right here, and you're going to let me." "What?" She said it quietly, but the intonation in her voice said it was a shout. "You've got to be kidding. Apart from anything else we're standing where anyone who goes past can see us. An exhibitionist, I'm not. And I'm not inviting you in, so forget it." "You have a high front fence and a lot of bushes in the garden. No-one will see." I was stroking her bottom lightly while I talked, keeping her a little off balance. "Yes, and when my boyfriend comes and turns into the drive?" she asked, and this time she got the sarcasm working quite nicely. "Hopefully we'll be finished by then," I said casually, transferring the stroking action from her rear to her front. "Give me your leg?" "Give you my leg? What the hell do you mean?" "I mean that you lift up your leg so that I can take hold of it," I said, patting her left leg. "Come on." I suspect that it was sheer curiosity that made her lift her leg. I caught it behind the knee and lifted it higher. She gave a little yelp and grabbed hold of the door to help herself balance. "What are you doing?" I didn't answer as it was self-explanatory. With her leg lifted like that she was completely exposed and I was already rubbing against her mound. She gasped and squirmed a little, but wasn't protesting. At least not immediately. It wasn't until I slipped a finger inside her that she seemed to become aware of what was happening and realising that it shouldn't be happening. "Oh, god, stop that," she suddenly snapped out, sounding more nervous than ever. So I stopped it. I moved my hand away, watching with interest as her eyes opened wide when I slid my zipper down. I guess she knew the sound of a zipper when she hears one. "You wouldn't dare," she said, speaking very softly. Seeing I was still holding her leg high enough that she was almost doing vertical splits, she must have known that I would. She blinked when she felt my cock brushing against her, but didn't tell me to stop. I pushed forward, finding her ready to receive me. I didn't rush, just made a firm and steady progression, sinking deeper into her. I gave one last little rush and I was inside her. She gasped, her leg lifting out of my grasp and curling around my waist. I turned her slightly so she was leaning back against the door frame. It would have been so anti-climatic to lean against the door. Imagine the pair of us going flying when the door swung wide; didn't bear thinking about. My hands closed over her breasts and I started to move inside her. "I'd kiss you," I said quietly, "but I don't think you'd appreciate your make-up being ruined." She blushed, but she also kept rocking against me, urging me to slide deeply with her. I was only too willing to oblige, driving in hard, arousing her and, in turn, being aroused. Mind you, the size of my erection hinted strongly at the fact that I'd already been aroused. It was an interesting situation. How many woman, I idly wondered, stopped for a little dalliance while getting ready for a date with someone else? And at the front door, at that. I still hadn't entered the house, and she hadn't left it. Unusual, to say the least. And quite exhilarating. Even though she was basically standing on one leg, Sharon still managed to push hard towards me each time I drove into her. Maybe she was clenching her buttocks and using those for some thrust. She was certainly using the leg curled around my waist to help draw me in. We'd started off at quite a steady pace, and the longer we kept going, the faster the tempo built. I was driving in hard, hands making free of her delicious breasts. They were softly firm, malleable beneath my groping touch, with a hard little nub that I found distractingly erotic to tease. Sharon had a real problem. She was making excited noises as her excitement built, but she was also trying to keep her face still, not wanting to ruin her makeup. I was looking into her eyes while I plunged in, and she must have noticed the amusement mingled with my passion. A faint smile touched her lips, and I could see she found the situation just as amusing, but possibly a bit frustrating for her, as well. I was breathing heavily, my own passions close to boiling point. I drove in harder than ever, quite ready to push things to a finish. Sharon's voice was rising, telling me, "Yes, now, yes," and I hastened to obey. Hitting hard I finally let go, feeling Sharon sag against me, clinging helplessly to me as I vented into her and she shuddered and accepted what I was giving her. When I disengaged Sharon just leaned against me and I held her, helping her to stand while she recovered. After a few moments she shook her head and a touch of steel crept back into her spine. She pushed me back and straightened, still breathing hard and looking a bit bemused. Then she looked down at herself and made a rude scatological reference. "I'm never going to be ready in time," she wailed. "This is your fault. I'm going to have to have another shower before I get dressed. Then I'll have to do my makeup again." I have to admit that she did seem to have a number of fluids on her, together with a definite musky aroma of sex. She pushed me away from the door and slammed it. Then she opened it, glared at me, and bent down to pick up her dressing gown, it having been pushed outside by the closing door. Then she banged the door again, leaving me to go home. Fifteen minutes later I strolled into my bedroom. My bedroom was directly opposite Sharon's, though I don't think she knew this, otherwise she'd have taken more care with her blinds. Then again, maybe she wouldn't. I happened to glance across, as her light was on, just in time to see her walk in, all wrapped in her fluffy pink dressing gown. The next thing, she turned her head, then turned and walked out of the bedroom. I watched for a moment and she came back in, a young man with her. I assumed that was the boyfriend, there to pick her up for her date. He seemed to be suggesting something with which she was disagreeing. I could guess what he wanted when he reached out to undo the bow on her dressing gown. She was a fast learner, stepping back very smartly, very firmly shaking her head. It didn't help her. He just moved closer, pushed her hands aside and undid the bow. Once again, Sharon found her dressing gown hitting the floor, with a horny male facing her. He didn't face her for long. As I watched, he took her arm and turned her around, pushing her forward over the bed. He unzipped and was approaching her and I couldn't help feeling a little sorry for her. She was never going to be ready for her date if this sort of thing kept on happening.