The Following Story Is Fictional.

Her gens was Natalie, she moved in following door about three months prior. Remembering that on it 's own got me knockout, I mean how could it not ? the perky mammilla under her tight rap harvest top just teasing all who look ? Or how about the short..Oh how I loved the shorts, unforesightful tight denim daisies that gripped her ass in all the right spots, and when she pulled them up high enough her bare ass peeked out the bottom. But, the outfit she wore was n't my favorite part of her moving in, it was the locating of her window to mine. the fact that I could peek into her bedchamber was, It excited me. Sometimes I 'd even set my alarm and delay like a baby to watch out her undress for bed. Most Night it was a t-shirt and lace panties, but tonight was different. I sat in my usual chair, watching through her pink curtains expecting her to take her top off, un-clip her bra and peck out a old ratty T-shirt. Instead she bent over and opened a drawer in her chest of drawers pulling out a short but Lacey bright red infant doll, my eye focused on the material and I could n't lay off watching. Who bought her that ? Who was it for ?
The watching suddenly turns to extreme, music begins to bring and I watch her little tanned skeletal frame tilt to the seductive tone now filling her room. After watching for what seems like forever I get up out of the lawn chair I 've set up just for this event, and foreland to kitchen to grab a beer, `` Damn.. '' I huff. Finding what I want was n't hard, the regular blue angel moon with a fade of orange. By the prison term I got back to my tooshie with my drink her lights were dimmed and she was in her usual garb, a t-shirt and panties. I took that as the end of the display, watching her get into bed made me yawn. So I decide to do the same. `` Goodnight, beautiful. '' I whisper to myself, knowing she could n't hear me. I climb into bed and trend to the visions of her blind drunk body wrapped in lace.

Waking up with first light wood was typical, since the wet dreams through the Night did n't really come to an end. I begin my daily routine, brushing my teeth, showering, getting the mail. I start to stare at myself in the mirror, I was a full looking guy i thought. Tall about 6'3 with dark Brown hairsbreadth and vivid park eye. You could even ask the lucky lady who ended up in my sheets for hour on lonely nights what thought about me, Although, I really could manage less..The only girl I really like about is Natalie. Spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing the sinkhole I pull on a t shirt and enquiry whether pants are a want thing to go get the mail service.

The concrete is hotter than I expect, trying to quickly snap up my mail at the end of the pavement, a room access opens and then she walks out, tied up in a reasonably pink robe, I 'm starting to recall pink is her favorite color..but then again, constituent of me is thinking it 's red. Ignoring the burn at my fundament, seeing her this close was a rare social function. She catches me and waves continuing to the brick mail box holding the fellowship ring armor. After last night, I ca n't see her in anything but that red baby-doll I loved so practically. The burning finally gets to me, `` Fuck ! '' I say louder than expected, she giggles from her social movement porch and walks back inside, trying to save the nerves in my heel I rush inside. Throwing the raft of random letter and powder store ad 's onto the comeback as the coffee maker starts to brew my daily cup. Thinking about her again, wondering if her skin is as lenient as I dream it is.. '' halt it. `` shakiness my head I try to get the simulacrum out of my head, `` Your twice her age ! '' the vox in my head screams, `` well 18 prison term two is 36, I 'm not that old ! '' I fight against my own Inner self for what seems like forever, trying to weigh the options there are. before I can terminate my fight with myself the buzzer anchor ring, yawning still half gone I walk to the door.

'' Who is it. '' I say before fully opening the door, `` Uhm, it 's me ? '' I hear an alien phonation say, it 's piano and sugared, very feminine..so that 's what she sounds like I ponder in my head. `` I came over to ask for a twosome eggs, my mom sent me over. If you do n't make any that 's okay.. '' Looking her up and down, I 've never been this end to her frame before..she 's a lot shorter than I thought she would standing succeeding to me. I like that. `` Yeah, I can gibe, come in '' I say almost too fast, Leaving the threshold undefended for her to take after me into my kitchen. `` does it matter what kinda of eggs ? Farm orchis ? '' She 's not even paying attention merely looking at the interior decoration of my home. Moving the box of eggs over and trying to bump another carton to look through, she ends up on my counter, her ass against the granite counter. `` I do n't recall it matters '' she chirps back, the auditory sensation of moving paper fills the room, I assume she just accidentally sat on my mail, not over looking it my hands grip the carton of bollock and give them to her, closing the fridge. `` I hope those suffice. '' I say trying to return some material body of minuscule talk, any talk at this spot is good enough for me, `` I 'll tell my mom you said Hi. '' she hops off my counter, making her chest give out a little bounce. Trying not to focus on the small frame of reference she owns we walk to the front man door. `` wellspring, there are the eggs. '' I spit out, you 're an idiot. `` Yeah, here they are. '' she giggles lifting the carton smiling up at me. `` thank you. '' is the hold out matter she says before leaving, I exhale. Closing the door and standing in my walk way trying to collect myself. I decide to go through my mail, in a attack to get the visual sense of her bounce on my lap out of my brain. Flipping through the gasbag with mostly eyeshade inside a small piece of paper falls out of the push-down storage, Picking it up realizing it 's not paper, but a Polaroid picture. reading the rear before turning it over, `` xoxo, thanks for the Eggs. `` flipping it over, knowing it 's from her. My jaw cliff, looking over the lowly square of glossy stuff over and over, it 's Natalie sprawled out on her bed, on her knees holding the hopeful red lace. Bust puffy and filling the cups to the shimmy perfectly. Biting my lip, tucking the photo into my robe.

Continuing my day, trying to fight how hard I am when I think about her beautiful legs wrapped around my pelvic arch at body of work, ignoring it typing up the reports that were supposed to be turned in a week ago, stopping mid paper and leaning back in my power chair. Closing my eyes and giving into my day dreaming, slapping her rung ass over my desk fill my mind. Holding her by the rose hip and not caring if the solid federal agency heard her moan my public figure. Before I can fetch up my afternoon fantasy the clock beep and twist me back to realness. Catching my breath as I pack up my things and being to travel domicile. My gasp tight with how she makes me feel.

It 's too early to head home right now, plus i 'm sure she 's dancing around her room in just panties, I need to find something to do, surveying what was around town and finally deciding to go study out, stopping at my sign to only quickly change into a couplet of gym shorts with one of the last clean under armor shirts I own, hopefully the gym is n't too busy.
Carrying my bag and my earphone back to my car, making my way to the weights at the gym, I have have steam to blow off. Plugging in my earpiece, pulling a pair of lift baseball glove, blaring music. Clapping my hands together to spread the gunpowder, as I squat down I pick up the alloy bar, focusing on lifting. Curling the bar up and repeating over and over money box i 'm dripping in sweat, adding weight with each curl. Finishing my set and doing a couple laps on the `` practical racecourse. '' machine. Deciding that i 'm done working out, I pick up my bag and head abode, dripping sweat. Heavy ventilation and I reek of Male musk.


The morose dark is brought to a hault by my porch lights, searching my bag for house keys. Pushing them into the door and turning the belittled golden key, pushing it open setting my work bag down before walking into the kitchen for a beer. Twisting the cap off and finding my billet on the couch, Flipping through Tv channels. Checking my sentinel, `` 5:00PM '' I huff, hearing my stomach growl. Ignoring it, I take a sip of my beer. Settling on the Sports channel, which is n't typical. Due to it 's beach salvo lump workweek I make a small exception. The flags of different state plastered across goddess like eubstance makes it comfortable to pay attention, sand covered nates and several grunts coming from the musician fill up my Tv. By the end of the game I do n't even care who won, my mind is occupied by the american iris wrapped around Natalie 's chest with Baroness Dudevant rubbing off her bubbly ass. God, I wish she played volleyball now.

When the last daily round of the game ends my middle get sleepy as my helping hand barely grips the neck of the nursing bottle. Clicking the Tv off and leaving my bottle half empty on the coffee tree board. I 'll conduct with that tomorrow morning. Making my way up to my room, almost climbing the stairs i 'm so sleepy. Reaching my bed, climbing in and pulling my gym shorts off, I 'll lavish tomorrow.

fondling into the fond sheet I 'd bought two workweek prior, wrapping my arms around a pillow and drifting to kip thinking about my stringent immature neighbor, Natalie. The night was calming and I slept well until I heard a slight knocking at my window, the just Wyrd part about this is my bedroom is on the moment floor. I dismiss it as a minuscule bird loosing it 's way. I was proved wrong in about ten minuets, `` Pssst ... '' it 's a familiar phonation, I must be dreaming. I pull the sheets off and open my window. Natalie smiles wide and greets me crawling in through my window, `` How the Scheol did you get up there ? ''
she shushes me, `` That 's for me to eff and for you to blank out about. '' I 'm shocked by her confidence, i 'm sure she was always a surefooted lady friend. But i 've never seen this side of her, I was enjoying it heavily. I thought it could n't get any proficient, untill she slowly unzipped her midst winter coat. `` Can I get you anything.. '' I stutter, trying not to blush wildly. `` What I want, is for you to do what you 've always wanted to ... '' I gulp, knowing exactly what she meant but `` What I 've wanted ? ? '' She lets out a playful yet wicked giggle. the jacket falls off her tanned soft perfective tense shoulders. `` to ravish me, make lovemaking to every part of me.. '' the red lacing is un-veil 'd to my eyes, only the moon light outlining her arrant figure. `` Once I start I ca n't stop.. '' she looks at me with the most lustful middle i 've ever seen. `` I want it, do n't worry. '' Taking no time to question it, my arms wrapper around her tiny frame, picking her up and clearing my dresser of it 's jumble. Laying her down pat and running my brim down her consistence slowly. `` mm ... '' She gives out a thin purr, dragging my finger's breadth over the lacing, finally rubbing it between my thumbs, Not caring anymore I rip the fabric. It 's only holding me back, biting and kissing her chest to her shoulder joint, She reaches for me. In just the pale red thong hugging her hips. letting her wrap her lags around me I push us up against the paries, holding her frame close to mine. My hands gripping her ass now, squeezing each rung impudence as we kiss, biting her lip and letting her taste my natural language. I get an idea, carrying her to my bed, I slowly drop her down below me, Pulling my top off from the hem to my shoulders, showing her my look aged body. She moans in blessing, Placing her tiny hands on my abs, she takes it as time to research. Kissing around my waist band and looking up into my center, god I love her eyes..the prettiest honey oil. Standing at the edge of the bed while she teases me, looping my hired hand into her hairsbreadth ... Growling. I 've never wanted something so bad. Holding the long strands of hair in a fist I let her do her own affair watching her lips raising and run over my skin, feeling my shorts being pulled down My cock bound out, throbbing painfully, every vein in my duncical cock is visible, Followed by a very audible Natalie. `` Holy shit you 're huge.. '' She says full of extraordinary thoughts, wrapping her tiny hired man around my tool she starts to twine her wrist joint fashioning every persona of my consistence go numb in appreciation. Closing my eyes, `` God that feels amazing ... '' Biting my lip as she starts to tease and turn my eubstance, cupping my ballock in one hand, squeezing them.. '' Who taught you that ? '' I smirk down at her ... '' You do n't demand to live '' She purrs back. I watch her lips part and welcome my thick phallus to her tongue. The soft sucking makes me pass on wax hard-on, I 've never been this voiceless. Saliva dripping off her lips as she start bobbing her promontory, my hand still gripping her hair helping her by thrusting my pelvis forward making her take Sir Thomas More of my cock. `` That 's a good female child, take that cock..take all of it. '' she moans, gagging as I watch her eyes being to water..I let her go, she pulls off my shaft and try to enchant her breath still stroking my sopping wet peter, she does something un-expected, instead of going back to sucking, she dips her head down, still letting me pull her tomentum slightly. UnCupping my formal and licking between them. I gasp.. '' Oh that look nice ... '' she soon wraps her pretty new mouth around each Lucille Ball and shows them heavy attention. Soon her brim are red raw, puffy from letting me shove my peter in her tight pharynx. She looks up at me giggling, covered in saliva and pre cum already. `` Lay back, infant. '' She 's shocked at her new nickname but is n't denying it. `` okeh, daddy. '' she purrs back at me, Now i 'm not one to be into the whole dada crick but the way she says it drives me wild, hearing such iniquitous things escape that Cy Young backtalk excites me. I quickly slap her ass, grabbing it digging my nails into the cheek before letting go. `` bending over for dad. '' I growl. She complies, eagerly shoving her tight ass up into the air, I grip my putz trying to keep it from going limp, `` like it would right now '' I think Sarcastically. Pulling the flip-flop around her hips down to her bent knees, I being to slowly work out her teenaged pussycat from backside. rubbing her bastard with my thumb and teasing her clitoris with the tip of my spit, she moans, rocking her hips against my brass, dripping onto my mark new bed sheet. I 've never had a woman maculate my bed canvas, but i 'm sure after we 're done, i 'm gon na motivation to buy new ones. `` god, if I 'd known that your lingua felt this fucking good I would of come over workweek ago, '' she purrs, Reaching a manus back and gripping my pilus as my lips run over and over her sheepcote treating her pussy like desert. She lets me throw full control, pushing her pelvis into my face as I wrap my arms around her hips, holding her to my mouth. Letting go of my hard tool and focusing on the body of the goddess in front of me. After coating my tongue in her sweet fluid she turns around, ditching the red thong and letting it Din Land on the floor next to my bed.

I sit up, crawling into the bed with her, she spreads her legs sitting against my headboard rubbing slow gentle round into her own consistence. teasing me. God she 's so fucking hot. I grab her diffuse thighs and pull out her to the middle of the bed until her rose hip meet mine, wrapping her prospicient grand legs around my body, I slowly tease her fold with the tip of my putz, her branch wrapped around my never ever so softly. as she moans hot breaths against my lip, not quite touching our lips are in apart. but she closes the gap as I push her hips down onto my prick. growling for her as she moans, `` Fuck, I ca n't do it. '' she says talking about what I can only describe as taking my length fully, `` Shhh, yes you can baby. '' I comfort her as we sit raw wrapped together in the estrus of my room. I slowly push up as I pull her hip joint down, once my cock is fully invested into her tight consistence she moans the loudest i 've heard her moan since she got in here. `` See baby ... You did it. '' I say gripping her ass and massaging the cheeks as I watched her heart roll back into her straits while I picked up my non-movement bringing it to a slow drive, holding her to my chest of drawers as she digs her nails into my rachis. Making love to her was what I dreamed about, and now that it was finally happening I was beyond glad, her tenuous purrs and moans brought me over the edge as her chest bounced and the slight suntan from her nails. My gist is pounding by now and I hope hers is too, we are both sweating and panting as I explode, cumming deep inside her. She cums right after me, coating my dick and giving me a kiss, biting my lip. `` Mmm ... That was amazing ... '' she giggles. I lay in bed with her for the side by side hr, just talking about almost everything, Once we finish our chat she kisses my cheek, `` Can I come over again, sometime ? '' I nod, '' Any time you 'd like. '' and with that she grabbed her ripped up garment along with her crownwork and climbed out my window.

I then pulled on my short and walked up to the open window, watching the most beautiful woman i 've ever been with sneak back into her house next-door. I walk back to my bed and make she 'd result her pantie on the storey, I smile to myself and stuff them into my bedside table. She 'll be back to get them tomorrow.

THE END .