The chase report Is Fictional.

Her epithet was Natalie, she moved in future door about three calendar month prior. Remembering that on it 's own got me heavy, I mean how could it not ? the perky tits under her tight pink harvest top just teasing all who look ? Or how about the short..Oh how I loved the short circuit, short tight denim daisies that gripped her ass in all the right spots, and when she pulled them up luxuriously enough her bare ass peeked out the bottom. But, the kit 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 bedroom was, It excited me. Sometimes I 'd even set my alarm and wait like a nestling to watch her undress for bed. Most Nox it was a t-shirt and fortify scanty, but tonight was different. I sat in my common chair, watching through her pink curtains expecting her to lease her top off, un-clip her bra and pick out a old ratty t-shirt. Instead she bent over and opened a drawer in her dresser pulling out a unawares but Lacey bright red baby dame, my eyes focused on the fabric and I could n't finish watching. Who bought her that ? Who was it for ?
The watching suddenly turns to extreme, music begins to play and I watch her small tan soma tilt to the seductive look now filling her elbow room. After watching for what seems like forever I get up out of the lawn president I 've set up just for this event, and headway to kitchen to grab a beer, `` Damn.. '' I huff. Finding what I want was n't hard, the regular blue moonshine with a cut of orange tree. By the time I got back to my tail with my drink her brightness level were dimmed and she was in her usual attire, a tee shirt and step-in. I took that as the end of the show, 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 drift to the visions of her wet body wrapped in lace.

Waking up with morning wood was typical, since the wet dreams through the night did n't really follow to an end. I begin my daily routine, brushing my teeth, showering, getting the chain armour. I start to stare at myself in the mirror, I was a thoroughly looking guy i thought. Tall about 6'3 with gloomy brown hair and undimmed fleeceable eyes. You could even ask the lucky ladies who ended up in my sheets for hours on lonely nights what thought about me, Although, I really could care less..The only daughter I really like about is Natalie. Spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing the swallow hole I pull on a t shirt and question whether gasp are a involve matter to go get the mail.

The concrete is red-hot than I expect, trying to quickly grab my postal service at the end of the sidewalk, a threshold opens and then she walks out, tied up in a pretty garden pink gown, I 'm starting to think pinko is her preferent color..but then again, role of me is thinking it 's red. Ignoring the burn at my foot, seeing her this close was a rarified juncture. She catches me and waves continuing to the brick mail service box holding the mob mail. After stopping point night, I ca n't see her in anything but that red baby-doll I loved so much. The burning finally gets to me, `` fucking ! '' I say louder than expected, she giggles from her front porch and walks back inside, trying to save the nervousness in my heels I rush inside. Throwing the pile of random letter of the alphabet and magazine ad 's onto the riposte as the java maker starts to brew my day-by-day cup. Thinking about her again, wondering if her peel is as diffuse as I dream it is.. '' arrest it. `` trembling my chief I try to get the image out of my head, `` Your twice her age ! '' the voice in my question screams, `` well 18 clock time 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 finish my scrap with myself the doorbell annulus, yawning still one-half deceased I walk to the door.

'' Who is it. '' I say before fully opening the door, `` Uhm, it 's me ? '' I hear an stranger representative say, it 's soft and sweet, very feminine..so that 's what she sounds like I ponder in my head. `` I came over to ask for a couple eggs, my mom sent me over. If you do n't accept any that 's okay.. '' Looking her up and down, I 've never been this close to her frame before..she 's a lot curt than I thought she would standing next to me. I like that. `` Yeah, I can check into, come in '' I say almost too fast, Leaving the door open for her to follow me into my kitchen. `` does it matter what kinda of orchis ? Farm Eggs ? '' She 's not even paying tending merely looking at the decor of my home. Moving the box of ball over and trying to find oneself another carton to bet through, she ends up on my heel counter, her ass against the granite counter. `` I do n't think it matters '' she chirps back, the sound of moving paper fills the room, I assume she just accidentally sat on my mail, not over looking it my hands grip the cartonful of eggs and give them to her, closing the fridge. `` I hope those suffice. '' I say trying to father some word form of small talk, any talk at this point is undecomposed enough for me, `` I 'll order my mom you said Hi. '' she hops off my buffet, making her chest of drawers give out a slim leap. Trying not to pore on the pocket-size frame she owns we walk to the front door. `` Well, there are the bollock. '' I spit out, you 're an idiot. `` Yeah, here they are. '' she giggles lifting the carton smiling up at me. `` thank you. '' is the finis thing 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 attempt to get the vision of her bouncing on my lap out of my mind. Flipping through the envelopes with mostly bills inside a small while of paper falls out of the stack, Picking it up realizing it 's not newspaper publisher, but a Polaroid photo. reading the backbone before turning it over, `` xoxo, thanks for the Eggs. `` flipping it over, knowing it 's from her. My jaw cliff, looking over the diminished foursquare of calendered material over and over, it 's Natalie sprawled out on her bed, on her knee joint holding the bright red lace. binge puffy and filling the cups to the teddy perfectly. Biting my lip, tucking the photo into my gown.

Continuing my day, trying to fight how tough I am when I think about her beautiful peg wrapped around my hip at work, ignoring it typing up the story that were supposed to be turned in a week ago, stopping mid paper and leaning back in my billet chair. Closing my optic and giving into my day dreams, slapping her circle ass over my desk filling my creative thinker. Holding her by the hip and not caring if the all position heard her moan my name. Before I can complete my good afternoon fantasy the clock beeps and clout me back to reality. Catching my breath as I pack up my matter and being to jaunt home. My drawers tight with how she makes me finger.

It 's too ahead of time to steer 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 work out, stopping at my house to only quickly change into a pair of gym boxershorts with one of the last clean under armor shirts I own, hopefully the gym is n't too busy.
Carrying my bag and my earpiece back to my car, making my way to the weights at the gym, I have have steam to blow off. Plugging in my headphones, pulling a distich of rhytidoplasty mitt, blaring music. Clapping my hands together to spread the powder, as I squat down I pick up the metal bar, focusing on lifting. Curling the bar up and repeating over and over till i 'm dripping in stew, adding exercising weight with each curl. Finishing my set and doing a couple laps on the `` practical Track. '' Machine. Deciding that i 'm done working out, I pick up my bag and headspring home, dripping elbow grease. Heavy breathing and I reek of male musk.


The iniquity night is brought to a hault by my porch lightness, searching my bag for menage keys. Pushing them into the door and turning the little favorable key, pushing it clear setting my study bag down before walking into the kitchen for a beer. Twisting the cap off and finding my smirch on the couch, Flipping through Tv TV channel. Checking my picket, `` 5:00PM '' I huff, hearing my stomach growl. Ignoring it, I take a sip of my beer. Settling on the Sports canal, which is n't typical. Due to it 's beach volley nut week I make a minuscule exception. The flags of different country plastered across goddess like bodies makes it promiscuous to pay attention, sand covered seat and several grunts coming from the players fill up my Tv. By the end of the plot I do n't even care who won, my mind is occupied by the american fleur-de-lis wrapped around Natalie 's chest with Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin rubbing off her bubbly ass. God, I wish she played volleyball now.

When the last round of the game ends my middle get sleepy as my manus barely grips the neck opening of the bottle. Clicking the Tv off and leaving my bottle one-half empty on the coffee table. I 'll deal 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 short off, I 'll shower tomorrow.

petting into the warm sail I 'd bought two calendar week prior, wrapping my arms around a pillow and drifting to catch some Z's thinking about my tight Whitney Moore Young Jr. neighbour, Natalie. The night was calming and I slept well until I heard a slender knock at my windowpane, the only Wyrd part about this is my chamber is on the second floor. I dismiss it as a small bird loosing it 's way. I was proved wrong in about ten minuets, `` Pssst ... '' it 's a familiar spirit phonation, I must be dreaming. I pull the sheets off and Open my window. Natalie smiles wide of the mark and greets me crawling in through my window, `` How the hell did you get up there ? ''
she shushes me, `` That 's for me to know and for you to bury about. '' I 'm shocked by her confidence, i 'm indisputable she was always a confident girl. But i 've never seen this side of her, I was enjoying it heavily. I thought it could n't get any better, untill she slowly unzipped her thick wintertime 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 sinful giggle. the jacket falls off her tanned soft perfect shoulders. `` to ravish me, fix love to every part of me.. '' the red lace is un-veil 'd to my eyes, only the moon visible radiation outlining her perfect figure. `` Once I start I ca n't stop.. '' she looks at me with the most lusty eyes i 've ever seen. `` I want it, do n't worry. '' Taking no time to question it, my arm wrapping around her flyspeck frame, picking her up and clearing my dressing table of it 's muddle. Laying her down and running my lip down her body slowly. `` mm ... '' She gives out a slight purr, dragging my finger over the lace, finally rubbing it between my thumbs, Not caring anymore I rip the fabric. It 's only holding me back, biting and kissing her bureau to her shoulder, She reaches for me. In just the picket red lash hugging her pelvic arch. letting her wrap her lag around me I push us up against the wall, holding her frame close to mine. My hands gripping her ass now, squeezing each daily round boldness as we kiss, biting her lip and letting her taste my knife. 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 articulatio humeri, showing her my quality aged body. She moans in approving, Placing her flyspeck hands on my abs, she takes it as prison term to research. Kissing around my waist band and looking up into my eye, god I love her eyes..the prettiest green. Standing at the edge of the bed while she teases me, looping my script into her hair ... growl. I 've never wanted something so bad. Holding the tenacious Strand of pilus in a clenched fist I let her do her own affair watching her brim rhytidectomy and run over my skin, feeling my shorts being pulled down My cock springiness out, throbbing painfully, every mineral vein in my thick cock is visible, Followed by a very hearable Natalie. `` holy son of a bitch you 're huge.. '' She says full phase of the moon of over-the-top thoughts, wrapping her diminutive hand around my rooster she starts to roll her radiocarpal joint making every role of my consistence go numb in appreciation. Closing my centre, `` God that feels amazing ... '' Biting my lip as she starts to tease and work my body, cupping my testis in one hand, squeezing them.. '' Who taught you that ? '' I smirk down at her ... '' You do n't need to sleep together '' She purrs back. I watch her lips part and welcome my thick member to her spit. The flabby suck makes me reach broad erecting, I 've never been this hard. Saliva dripping off her lips as she start bobbing her headway, my hand still gripping her hair helping her by thrusting my hip forward making her take Thomas More of my cock. `` That 's a good girl, 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 ray of light and effort to catch her breathing spell still stroking my sopping wet rooster, she does something un-expected, instead of going back to sucking, she dips her head down, still letting me pull her haircloth slightly. UnCupping my lump and licking between them. I gasp.. '' Oh that feels nice ... '' she soon wraps her pretty young lips around each ball and shows them overweight attention. Soon her lips are red raw, puffy from letting me thrust my cock in her tight throat. She looks up at me giggling, covered in saliva and pre cum already. `` Lay back, baby. '' She 's appalled at her new moniker but is n't denying it. `` okeh, daddy. '' she purrs back at me, Now i 'm not one to be into the unharmed pappa kink but the way she says it drives me wild, hearing such sinful things escape that young mouth excites me. I quickly slap her ass, grabbing it digging my nails into the boldness before letting go. `` Bend over for dada. '' I growl. She complies, eagerly shoving her tight ass up into the air, I grip my hammer trying to continue it from going limp, `` like it would right now '' I think Sarcastically. Pulling the thong around her pelvic arch down to her bent-grass knees, I being to slowly lick her teenage pussy from behind. rubbing her asshole with my thumb and teasing her button with the tip of my glossa, she moans, rocking her hips against my face, dripping onto my brand new sheets. I 've never had a woman tarnish my bed sheets, but i 'm sure after we 're done, i 'm gon na need to buy new ones. `` god, if I 'd known that your knife felt this fucking ripe I would of come up over calendar week ago, '' she purrs, Reaching a bridge player back and gripping my hair as my mouth run over and over her flock treating her snatch like desert. She lets me have full control, pushing her hip into my face as I wrap my arms around her hip joint, holding her to my mouth. Letting go of my hard putz 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 acres 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 soft traffic circle into her own body. teasing me. God she 's so nooky hot. I grab her soft thighs and pull up her to the middle of the bed until her hip sports meeting mine, wrapping her long voluptuary legs around my body, I slowly tease her plica with the tip of my tool, her branch wrapped around my never ever so softly. as she moans hot breathing time against my lips, not quite touching our brim are inches apart. but she closes the gap as I push her hips down onto my turncock. 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 coddle. '' I comfort her as we sit naked wrapped together in the rut of my elbow room. I slowly push up as I pull her pelvic girdle down, once my cock is fully invested into her tight body 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 boldness as I watched her centre roll back into her headway while I picked up my non-movement bringing it to a slowly thrust, holding her to my bureau as she digs her nails into my back. Making passion to her was what I dreamed about, and now that it was finally happening I was beyond happy, her slight purrs and moans brought me over the edge as her breast bounced and the slight burn from her nails. My mettle is pounding by now and I hope hers is too, we are both sweating and panting as I explode, cumming oceanic abyss inside her. She cums right after me, coating my shaft and giving me a kiss, biting my lip. `` Mmm ... That was amazing ... '' she giggles. I lay in bed with her for the next hour, 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 care. '' and with that she grabbed her ripped up garment along with her jacket and climbed out my window.

I then pulled on my shorts and walked up to the subject window, watching the most beautiful fair sex i 've ever been with sneak back into her house next-door. I walk back to my bed and realize she 'd exit her step-in on the floor, I smile to myself and stuff them into my bedside table. She 'll be back to get them tomorrow.

THE END .