Sex With My Neighbour

I take a deep breath and pull my dress straps down my arms. I drag the cloth over my breasts till it's about my waist. I hook my fingers on it and wiggle my hips, letting the cloth slip down my legs to my feet.

His shoes click as he takes a step toward me, but I resist turning around to face him. He slides his fingers along the dimples in my lower back and up to my shoulder blades, pausing to unhook my bra clasp. The cups drop over my breasts with one movement.

I half-expect him to yank my straps, but he steps back. My arms move automatically when he says, "Take it off." I slide the straps down my arms and let the bra fall over my clothes. My nipples are hard and craving his fingers, lips, and skin.

He's quiet for a while. I shut my eyes as he appreciates my body and the air around us becomes heavier and electrifying. I can almost feel his intense desire to watch me take off my thong, but he waits, letting our bodies burn with anticipation.

"You look so wonderful," he adds, rubbing his body into mine. My hands travel to the wall and I automatically thrust my ass towards him, squeezing his groin. I moan as I feel his massive bulk vibrating with hunger and want. He ties my waist and pushes me into him while bucking his hips. He's thick and lengthy, the largest I've felt...

I wiggle my hips, his bulging jeans pulling on my ass cheeks. Paul drags his free hand up and down my side, hooking his fingers on my thong and pulling savagely. One tug and he rips my thong apart, the cloth falling down so quickly I gasp.

His lips are on my neck as I grind my ass on his cock, desperate to strip him. I reach behind my back to touch his crotch, but he grabs my wrist and pins my arm there.

I halt when he says, "Stop." We're inches apart, and the thought that I could reach out and rip his top off is driving me crazy. My body responds without my head having to filter his directions.

As soon as my knees contact the floor, my heart starts racing as I fixate on the large bulk in his trousers.

As he unbuckles his belt, I add, "I want it bad." I can't blink because I'm so focused. Slowly, he tosses his belt on the floor and unbuttons his crotch. My heart beats faster with each button he undoes. His cock strains against his boxer underwear with each button he pops.

Paul pulls my hair and says, "Have it." Our furious, lustful kiss is wild and frantic. When he gets up, I hook my fingers on his jeans and drag them to his knees. I touch his legs and briefs, but never his cock. I want to touch it, but I want to poison his veins with anticipation.

I ran my fingers up and down his waist and boxers. I do it repeatedly, never removing my eyes from his thick form, which pulses more forcefully each time I touch it. I finally press my fingers on his expanding belly. When I feel his huge cock beneath my fingers, I bite my lower lip.

Closing my eyes, I tip my head forward. I separate my lips and suckle his cock over his boxers. It pulses against me, wanting to invade my body. Oh, I give in easily: I catch my fingers on his boxer underwear and tug them down, freeing his cock in a moment. When I see it, my heart flutters. He's huge-and perfect.

I touch his groins and lay my index finger on his shaft while my heart races. Slowly, I glide it from his root to his glans, then back down; I cup his balls, feeling their weight with my palm. Rolling them over my palm fills me with overwhelming longing.

As soon as I realize what I'm doing, I bend forward and direct his shaft to my lips. I separate my lips and place them over his glans, scooping up his pre-cum with my tongue.

His hands are on my head, but he's only feeling my body's soft swing. I lick my tongue over his glans as I move my hand back and forth, feeling his pulsating thickness beneath my fingers.

Looking up, I tilt my head sideways and kiss his shaft from tip to root. The instant we lock eyes, I feel my pussy clench-something primitive and wild roars within me, and I know I'll lose control in a few heartbeats.

I open my mouth wide and, pushing forward, wrap my lips securely around his tip; I keep moving forward, his shaft rolling over my lips and tongue as he penetrates deep inside of my mouth. I feel pressure on my mouth and cheeks, but I keep going. I stop when I feel his cock at the back of my throat.

My head bobbles over his cock. I race from his tip to his base, grasping his balls with one hand. I rub his shaft with my free hand and tongue.

He grabs my hair and pushes me to stop. I glance up at him, still holding his cock, and he smiles. Deviously, he thrusts, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. His cock pounding me fiercely moves so quickly I had to open my lips wide. As his shaft rockets in and out of me, I wonder how it will feel on my pussy.

He keeps his hand on my head and lets it descend to my breasts. Slowing his pace, he circles my erect nipple and right breast. When he takes his cock out of my mouth, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger. I gasp and stroke him as quickly as I can.

I rush forward, my parted lips resting on his shaft as he presses on my breast. I lick his cock sideways, sliding my lips and tongue down to his balls, where I take one in and swirl it around within me while I stroke him fiercely. Seeing him with his eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure makes me feel triumphant.