Erotic Story - The Good Neighbor part 2 by Tringle

*The first part of this story was based on my real life first time experience, this part is completely fabricated... sorry fellas. BUT it was still fun to write and I hope you all enjoy part two of Lacey and Chris' adventure!

The Good Neighbor - Part II [part 2 of 2]
By: Tringle (tringles@live.com)

"Oh Chris!" I breathed, digging my nails into his sweaty muscular chest as I rode. Chris's hands moved from my waist down to my ass...kneading the skin gently before nearly lifting me completely off of his swollen cock and then slamming me back down onto him. My clit hit against his abdomen with a loud smack, sending electric sparks pulsating throughout my body. I moaned again, feeling the intense pleasure overcome me... My body finally reached the peak of its intense journey, every pore leading into one massive orgasm... my head flew back, as a scream escaped my lips. My entire body clenched down on him, sending Chris over the edge... He too let out a deep moan, exploding inside of me, filling me with his steaming fluids. After a final thrust of my hips, I collapsed onto top of him... our sweaty bodies panting together, still connected by flaming hot flesh.

Chris's heart thumped frantically against my ear, the powerful thrust of blood causing his entire body to quake within me. After several moments, I could feel his breathing slow as his arms wrapped around me, slowly stroking my back and ass. I propped myself up slightly, looking into his now relaxed face. Even after three months together, I still couldn't get over how amazing he was. I lightly kissed his full lips, allowing my lips to encircle his lower lip gently...rolling it about my tongue before releasing it. I ran a finger down his sweaty jaw, tracing the muscular lines of his tanned face. Chris opened an eye and looked at me, smiling gently as his hands moved up to my shoulders. He let out a deep sigh as I buried my face into his neck and pecked him lightly. "Chris?" I asked softly.

"Yes baby..." he said, eyes closed and relaxed after our intense love making.

"I need to ask you something..." my voice nearly cracked, my heart began to thump wildly again in my chest.

"Sure... what is it?"

"I... I want you to... uh," I hesitated trying my best to muster the courage to finish... "I want you to take me to prom." I finished quickly, keeping my face buried in his chest so as not to see his reaction. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat, gently rocking our joined bodies back and forth. I lifted my eyes to his, a bit shocked that he would take my request so lightly. As our eyes locked, the humor in his eyes suddenly melted away and his face grew gravely serious.

"Oh..." he whispered with understanding, "Lacey... you know that is impossible..." he finished softly, running a finger down my sweaty cheek. I looked down at his chest, not wanting to face the fact that he was right.

Chris rolled over gently, cradling me against him as he moved us. I moaned lightly as our bodies separated, feeling the hot fluids from our love making spill onto the covers beneath me. He moved his face close to mine, looking intently into my eyes as he spoke carefully. "You are an amazing woman, Lacey." He softly outlined my face with his hands as he spoke, "This is an extraordinary time for you..." He paused, looking intently into my gaze. "You need to... well, you need to date, Sweetie." I gulped, breaking our gaze as I felt the tears forming behind my lids. "Hey..." he lifted my chin up, reestablishing our connection, "You know I'm right. You have your whole life ahead of you, dear. You need to feel free to explore..." His voice trailed off, a sad look formed on his face.

I sighed heavily. I knew he was right, but I had fallen so in love with the idea of him that it had become almost painful to conceive that things between us wouldn't always be this way. I knew the world would never accept a man of his age and a young woman of mine... I also knew that in the three months since our first meeting that a side of me had awakened, a real woman with a drive for pleasure and an intense need to fulfill any desire.

I pushed the seriousness of it from my mind, leaning back against his chest. I kissed his sweaty nipple, relishing the salty flavor of his flesh. Chris moaned as he rolled back onto the bed. I sat up, throwing my leg over his body into a straddling position, his limp cock sleeping against his firm belly just in front of my crotch. I looked down at him... he was magnificent! I boldly brought my hands to my breasts. Cupping them firmly in my hands, as my thumbs circled my taunt nipples. Chris moaned, his muscular member nearly leaping back to life in front of me. His hands began to rise and replace my own when I pulled away slightly, not allowing him to touch me. He moaned again, a smile dancing across his face as his lusting eyes watched me intently. I smiled at the power I suddenly had over him, relishing how wickedly humorous it was to see him desiring me.

I continued to rub my tender nipples between my thumb and index fingers, keeping my eyes glued to his as I moved. Cupping one breast, I leaned forward and touched the peak with my long pink tongue. Chris moaned more loudly, sucking in his breath quickly at the sight of my display. His reaction empowered me, I slowed the movement of my tongue... moaning with pleasure, sharing my body's reaction to the stimuli. A deep growl erupted from Chris, his enormous cock had now fully awakened and was standing straight up at attention. I laughed lightly, as I moved on to the second nipple, licking gently at its peak as I watched his face glued to my body... his lips parting into a drooling smile.

Suddenly Chris could take no more, in one quick motion he rolled me off his body to the bed, his head burying into my chest. His experienced tongue licked and nibbled at each tip, making me moan with delight. He looked down at me, his eyes locking onto mine as he parted my legs and slipped his thick cock back into my soaking wet pussy. As he pushed into me, his eyes never left me face.... He wanted to see my pleasure. He leaned back slightly, gaining more leverage as he pushed deeper than he had ever before. I moaned again, nearly exploding at that moment with this new sensation. Chris looked down at my stretched flesh encircling his massive tool... He moaned as he gently pushed in and out of my body, parting my flesh even wider to achieve his desired depth. My hands flew back to my breasts, squeezing both nipples firmly as he moved within me. Chris smiled, watching my expert fingers knead as his body quickened its powerful thrusts. I moved one hand down to my clit, rubbing gently at the taunt skin as he pushed in and out. Chris moaned again, this time his eyes peeled to our connected bodies and my blurry fingers. "Come on Baby," Chris whispered, "cum for me..." In an instant, my body erupted into a massive wave of passion, making me close my eyes and scream out in pleasure just as Chris's final thrust spewed a second wave of hot liquid deep inside me. Chris collapsed onto me, his massive arms hitting the bed firmly on either side of me, just barely catching his weight before his muscular form crushed mine. His lips attacked mine passionately as I curled my fingers through the damp hair at his neck, letting out a long sigh of pleasure.

The teacher droned on and on about the complex math equation... I smiled thinking about the teacher in all those Charlie Brown cartoons... "Yep, pretty close!" I thought to myself, a small laugh playing at my lips. My mind swept throughout the room, glancing over the many colorful educational posters and innumerous teaching materials. My eyes looked again at the ticking of the clock near the entry door, it insistent and loud clicking that made my skin crawl. My gaze wandered to the windows, looking out at the green trees of my Beverly Hills High school campus as they swayed with the gentle wind. I sigh heavily, longing to be done and home for my stolen moment alone with Chris.

My mind flew back to the first time we made love at his house... in a real bed. My mother had sent me next door to retrieve the platter she had given him a few days prior. As I knocked on the door, Chris opened it quickly. He had obviously just finished taking a shower... His dark curly hair was wet and a deep green robe tied loosely around him. A smile erupted on his lips the moment he saw me. "I was just thinking about you... you are just a dream come true." I smiled back, closing the door quickly behind me as I moved in towards him. "My mom wants me to get her platter back if you are done with it..." I said, as he pulled me close to his body, his robe falling open between us as he kissed me passionately. "I have to hurry..." I whispered against his lips, running my fingers up to his neck and through his damp curls. He quickly picked my small frame off the floor and, holding me close to his exposed body, swung me towards the back bedroom door.

"Lacey!" My entire body jerked at the stern voice, sending my legs thumping loudly against the bottom of my school desk. The sound seemed to echo about the classroom, followed by the obvious sounds of giggling. I looked up and saw that Mr. Morgan was looking at me with disapproval, apparently having called on me several times before gaining my attention. My cheeks burned as I glanced around the room and saw several pairs of eyes peeled on me, all apparently finding great humor at my sudden discomfort. Brad Martin, who sat across the aisle from me, licked his lips, his eyes clearly glued to the rock hard nipples protruding from beneath my white silk blouse. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks, as I quickly folded my arms across my chest, hoping to hide the evidence of my arousing daydream. I looked back to Mr. Morgan, praying silently that he would not notice as well. "Lacey... I asked you a question." He said, now tapping his foot on the floor in front of my desk.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Morgan... I am not feeling well. May I please be excused?" I pleaded with my eyes, the heat from my cheeks now burning uncomfortably down to my neck. Mr. Morgan's look softened, as he nodded sympathetically at me. I quickly unhooked my legs from the small desk and hurried towards the door. After grabbing the hall pass from its hook, I flew out of the room and down the hall to the girl's bathroom.

I was relieved to find the girl's room empty as I made my way to the stall towards the back of the cold dark room. As soon as the heavy metal door was latched behind me, I leaned against the wall and slid down to the cold tile floor. My heart was racing madly in my chest, my mind a frenzy of images of Chris removing my clothes and pushing me gently next to the bed. I could almost feel his aftershave tickle my nose as I thought about kissing his neck and chest. I remember pushing the robe off his shoulders, his damp tanned body tasted so good. As I allowed my mind to dance around that moment, I reached down under my skirt and pulled off my panties. Tossing aside near the toilet, I allowed my legs to spread open, relishing the feel of my fingers sliding up and down my wet slit.

I moaned softly, thinking back to how I had fallen to the floor in front of Chris, my eyes locking onto his amazing manhood. I wanted to taste him so desperately.... I licked his massive cock cautiously, uncertainly. Chris moaned above me, his hands rubbing at my neck and running through my hair, encouraging me as I explored him with my tongue. I allowed the head to move between my lips, the silky softness of it sending tingles rippling down my spine. Chris moaned again, thrusting his hips forward slightly in response to my uncertain movements. I had never tasted a man like this before, so I was unfamiliar with what he would like, or how to handle myself. I let the long thick shaft slip farther down my throat, but immediately began to gag at its massive length... as I quickly pulled back to recover, the motion of my movement had made Chris moan even more loudly than before. It didn't take long for me to realize how to move my mouth around him in order to give him pleasure. More confidently now, I allowed my other fingers to caress his soft furry balls as I moved my mouth up and down his long thick shaft, flicking my tongue under the soft head with every pass. I finally forced my muscles to relax, allowing his manhood to slip even further down towards the back of my throat. Occasionally I looked up to find his eyes peeled to me, watching my confidence grow with each stroke of my tongue. His hands moved to the back of my head, guiding my head up and down his massive cock, helping me to gauge how quickly to move. Suddenly, his panting erupted into a deep growl and his balls tightened completely and grew hard against my hand. In an instant, my mouth was filled with his salty sweet cum... I moaned as I swallowed down the hot liquid, relishing the flavor of him on my lips and tongue. It was unlike anything I had even felt before. As his body relaxed inside my mouth, I licked the tip and shaft clean of his fluids...

I looked up at him from my position in front of him, feeling my heart race madly behind my breast at the satisfied smile on his face. He quickly lifted me from the floor and laid me back onto the soft large bed, kissing me deeply as he moved on top of me. My head rolled against the cold tile of the girl's room, my probing hand sinking two fingers deep into my soaking pussy as I thought about him entering me again... my fingers rubbed my clit faster matching the memory of my massive orgasm with Chris. A deep moan escaped my lips as my body tightened around my hands, the echo of my pleasure bouncing off the walls around me. I opened my eyes, staring up at the cold dark ceiling of the bathroom stall. I pulled my sopping wet fingers from my soaking pussy and brought them to my lips, sucking at my sweet juices just as Chris would have. My mind pushed back to him, how he had pulled himself gently from me, kissing my neck and chest as he wiped my soaking body clean with his robe. I knew I needed to pull myself together in order to get back to class, but I paused for a minute longer, thinking back to how he had helped me dress... he was so tender, so gentle. I smiled, thinking back to how I had nearly forgotten the tray I had been there to retrieve....

I slowly rose from the floor, picking up my soggy panties... Instead of slipping them back on, I shoved them into the pocket of my jean skirt, relishing the cool air that hit my puffy moist slit. I sighed heavily as I pushed out of my stall... trying my hardest to clear my mind long enough to make it through the rest of the school day. Suddenly, the girl's bathroom door swung open and I was face to face with small older cleaning lady pushing a mop through the doorway. I inhaled quickly, feeling my heart begin to race and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. She eyed me suspiciously as I quickly edged past her and down the hall towards my classroom..... my heart fluttered with how close she had been to discovering me, to interrupting my fantasy.

After the last bell had rung, I moved quickly from my locker towards the exit... I was dying to get home so that I could make time with Chris to relive my earlier memory. I smiled to myself, remembering how he had loved feeling my mouth on his hard cock. A tap on my shoulder shook the memory from my mind as I found myself face to face with Brad once again. He was a cute guy.... Eighteen, tall, blond hair, steel blue eyes, dimples playing at each corner of his mouth. He played on the baseball team so he was thin and well built. He had a dreamy smile, and a reputation for being a real ladies man. A confident smile twinkled in his eyes as he looked at me.... He knew no one could resist him. "Hey..." he said, moving close to me. The sudden closeness of our bodies sent tiny tingles down my back and up between my bare pussy lips.... "Lacey..." he practically moaned my name, "I wanted to ask you.... Do you have a date for prom yet?" His eyes plowed into me, my heart began to beat wildly in my chest as I shook my head no. He beamed... "Go with me." He whispered forcefully, almost a command that did not allow for refusal. I smiled, shaking my head in agreement. "I will pick you up at 7...." He purred spinning and walking off towards his locker. I clutched my books tightly to my chest as I continued out the entrance door, a small drip of moisture gliding down my slit as I hurried home.

I walked into the house quickly, throwing my books onto the couch as I hurried to the back door. Chris was already there... legs dangling into the crystal blue waters, his black trucks low on his body. My heart fluttered at the sight of him... I pulled my skirt down from my hips, and yanked my blouse over my head, nearly ripping out my hair from the force. I didn't care...I was desperate to have his cock deep inside of me. I yanked off my bra, certain I had ripped the lacy material in the process. I practically ran towards him, his eyes darted widely over my naked body as I moved closer. I smiled, seeing his cock jump from its completely relax state to firm attentive tent of black material as quickly as I had removed my clothing. I hurriedly unleashed his massive cock, not even allowing him to remove his shorts before straddling him, plowing his erect beast down deeply into my soaking pussy. He moaned as I took him, my need for cock outweighing any other emotion. His hands circled around my waist, his feet making the water splash as I rode him... hard, relishing each deep thrust. I grunted, totally in control of him as I moved.... I brought my lips to his ears.... "I have wanted to feel you buried inside of me all day..." I slammed down again onto his shaft, a punctuation mark to my passion.

He moaned, "Oh god...."

His eyes closed uncontrollably as I continued to whisper in his ears, feeling bold with a new sense of power... "I have thought about it all day..." I slammed myself down again, rising up and almost off of him before continuing, "... how I wanted to feel you slamming into me..." I moaned, feeling him twitch inside of me as I thrust myself around him again. Chris growled deeply as I continued, "Chris... please...fuck me." I breathed, unable to get the words from my mouth before my passion over took every sense I had. Chris's head flew back on his shoulders, his body exploding inside of me as I slammed down around him once again. The mounting excitement I had carried all day exploded into a massive orgasm, my body gripping down and around him with our final thrusts. I could still feel him twitching inside of me... his cock depleted from our rapid but passionate encounter. I leaned back, my face directly in front of his. I smiled at the intensely satisfied expression.

He opened his eyes, a smile beaming from those perfect dark orbs. "What ever got into you, my dear?" He asked in a breathless whispered.

"Just you." I whispered back, running my finger down his chin before kissing him passionately.



Mother fussed about me, smoothing each of my tender curls and she beamed down at me. "Oh, you are so beautiful!!!" she cooed. "Isn't she beautiful, dear?" she asked my dad.

Dad beamed, "Absolutely!"

I smiled back at them, smoothing down the silky satin green dress. I pulled the spaghetti straps up onto my shoulders, admiring my reflection in the glass of the sliding door. I knew I looked really terrific, and I felt really sexy. My black silky curls had been swept up into a delicate pile at the back of my head, exposing my long slender creamy neck. A few stray curls bordered my narrow face, the deep emerald gown making my green eyes sparkle. My eyes traveled through my reflection and out towards the pool... the moonlight bounced upon the shimmering surface of the water. I wondered briefly what Chris would say about my costume.... I smiled to myself; there was no doubt in my mind, I knew he would love it.

The bell echoed softly throughout the house as Dad hastened to open the massive wood door. My heart began to beat rapidly in my chest as Brad entered and quickly shook my father's hand. Our eyes locked briefly, a small smile played about his lips before his gaze traveled down my body...I could feel myself tremble as the heat of his gaze wandered over the creamy skin at my neckline down the curves of my thin waist and back up to my face. Brad's looked truly amazing in his black satin tuxedo, a smile dancing throughout his sparkling blue eyes. My heart fluttered. Mom insisted on snapping our photo as we moved towards the door, Brad smiled broadly as he wrapped his arm around my waist. "You look beautiful" he whispered into my ear as we moved towards the door. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of the long black stretch limo parked in front of the driveway. I looked at Brad who beamed proudly as he held my arm and guided me to the door. A chauffer dressed in a black tie suit held the door as I slipped inside the dark luxurious interior. Brad slid in behind me, snuggling up next to me on the long black velvet bench seat. With another quick wave at my parents, the door closed and the driver climbed into the front of the vehicle. Brad reached over and pressed a button, raising a black panel between us and the driver... Turning towards me, he smiled seductively. "Now we can have some privacy..." he whispered. "You look so amazing..." he whispered, gently dragging a finger along my cheek, making my already pounding heart flutter uncontrollably.

I smiled shyly, "Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself..." He smiled softly, moving closer, his face only inches from mine. His deep blue eyes locked on mine, piercing into me...a seriousness rising between us. My heart continued to flutter in my chest, every pore began tingling with excitement. I leaned forward boldly, brushing my lips against his. Brad kissed me back, tilting his head slightly as I parted my lips, out tongues barely touching. I moaned, the heat from his skin sending chills down my spine. I pressed against him, sliding my tongue between his lips with more force, challenging him to a much more passionate dance... Brad was more than happy to obliged... he kissed me back, his arms circling around my back, pulling me closely to him. "You are an amazing kisser..." I breathed, running my fingers down his collar.

He smiled back, nearly panting with arousal... "So are you...," he breathed heavily.

We arrived at our prom only moments later... I laughed wickedly at Brad as he shifted his weight, challenging his now erect cock to settle down before the door could be opened. The driver helped me out of the car, his strong hand grasping my forearm firmly as my satin green dress spilled forth from the vehicle, Brad following closely at my heels. The site where our prom was being held was absolutely amazing. Red and white roses cascaded about the room, shimmering crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over the hundreds of beautifully dressed classmates, sparkling cider and water were being served in gleaming crystal goblets... everything was truly spectacular. Our arrival at the party sent waves of mummers about the room. A few of the more popular girls glared at me as I smiled proudly from my place at Brad's side, while an equal number of guys shot Brad a thumbs up sign as we passed. Brad beamed proudly, holding my arm firmly in his as we moved towards the dance floor. Once we reached the floor, Brad pulled me close to him, our two bodies pressing together firmly as we began to sway to the music. I could feel the familiar butterflies swarm about my tummy, my heart pounding uncontrollably as he moved me about the room, his strong arms wrapping about me. I could feel the silky panties beneath my gown oozing with my expanding moisture and occasionally felt the firmness of Brad's manhood against my groin as we pushed together around the room... I knew it would not be long before my now full grown lust would need satisfied. Brad never left my side for a moment...I snuggled down into him, relishing the feel of being protected under his arm.

As the evening festivities began to wind down, I whispered into Brad's ear.... "Are you ready to go?" He nodded and we said our goodbyes to the various other guests before sneaking out the front to our waiting limo. "Tell the driver to drive us around for a while..." I said suggestively, smiling devilishly at him as I slid back into the vehicle. Brad didn't hesitate to instruct the driver to take his time, and hopped in behind me.

As Brad slid next to me, I could barely wait for the doors to close before I was all over him. I kissed him passionately, my tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth, my body pushing against his firmly. I knew what I wanted and had learned from Chris that I just needed to grasp for it. Brad moaned with pleasure as my hands moved over his rising cock beneath the fabric of his tux. His hands began to knead at my breasts... pulling at their tender peaks beneath the silky material of my gown. He slowly slid the straps down, my hard nipples tingled as the cool air kissed their peeks. Brad brought his lips to one peek and then the other, rolling the flesh around in his mouth gently as his hands reached up beneath the thick folds of my dress. He pushed my soaking wet panties down to my ankles, the garment slipped to the floor, forgotten. His hands traveled back up to my thigh, his firm fingers reaching up and in between the folds of my moist skin, sending electric tingles throughout my body. I moaned, relishing the feel of his touch on my swollen clit.

I slid off the bench in front of him, trying to steady myself in front of him while the car continued to bounce along its unknown journey. I pulled quickly at his zipper, my fingers flying frantically to release his hardened young cock. It wasn't as big as Chris's, but it was absolutely beautiful. I could barely resist cramming it between my lips, swallowing it down my throat deeply, my unyielding hunger for the taste of him making me bolder than I thought possible. Brad's hips bucked uncontrollably, his hands lacing into my hair as I licked his flesh. His moans were getting more intense, as I gently massaged his hardening balls, rolling them over and over in my palm. I knew he would explode at any minute... so I pulled him out of my mouth. Sitting there in front of him, I watched his face, an expression of pleasure mixed with sheer agony pleaded with me, "Please Lacey.... Oh, please..." he begged. I laughed wickedly, relishing the power I suddenly had over his tormented body. I slowed my approach, allowing my tongue to glide gently up this tender shaft, tracing each throbbing vein as my mouth continued. He groaned again. I bent down and took first one firm ball into my mouth. Sucking gently at the tender flesh before moving onto the next. His breathing began growing erratic... I knew he was so close. I moved back down to his pulsing shaft, nibbling gently at the tender head, allowing my teeth to lightly brush across the delicate skin, before running my tongue over the tiny slit at the tip. In one sudden and firm movement, I plunged his cock deep into my mouth, letting it glide completely down the back of my throat, my tongue kneading firmly against the shaft. Brad groaned loudly, his body quaking as it erupted into me, his hot thick fluid rushing down the back of my throat. I moaned, swallowing down his cum, relishing each drop of sweet nectar on my lips. His body finally depleted, I licked his softening muscle clean, savoring each drop as I leaned back, smiling up at his satisfied face. I sat up next to him, kissing him deeply, allowing him to taste the fluids on my mouth. "Wow. Where did you ever learn to do that?" he whispered.

I took a deep breath, "I had a great teacher."

"Remind me to thank him someday." He whispered, snuggling against my neck and kissing my ear tenderly. I smiled to myself with satisfaction.

The dark night sky grew cloudy and had begun to let loose a cold drizzle of rain by the time we reached my house that evening. Brad walked me quickly to the door, kissing me deeply before releasing me, pressing my forgotten panties into my palm as we parted. I smiled at him, and returned them to his coat pocket... "Something to remember me by..." I said suggestively, kissing him tenderly once more. As he made his way back to the limo and climbed in, he waved from the window just as the sky broke open and the rain began to fall in sheets. I entered the house quickly, goose bumps breaking out about my scantly covered skin from each icy droplet. I knew that mom and dad would already be gone and at the hospital, so it wasn't surprising to find the entire place pitch black when I finally squeezed through the door. I walked throughout the house, it felt so unusually lonely and dark. I slipped the heels off my feet, rubbing my fingers quickly over the tender balls of my feet as I walked into the living room. A flash of lightening illuminated the pool beyond the sliding glass door and my breath caught suddenly as I saw Chris standing at the pool's edge. He stood there, dressed in an elegant tuxedo, the falling rain dripping from the edges of the silky black material and his tender curls. He was holding a bouquet of red long stemmed roses, and smiling comically at me through the glass. I hurried towards the door, my breath catching as the cold rain drops soaked my satin dress as I made my way out to him.

"I was trying to surprise you.... But the rain surprised me instead." He said laughing, looking up towards the sky as the drops attacked his face and eyes. "These are for you..." he said gently, handing me the roses. I smiled, taking the flowers from him and gently ran my fingertips over the silky pedals.

"Thank you." I whispered, smiling at him through the rainfall. I set them gently on the edge of the bench behind us and turned to embrace him. He lifted my face to him, his fingers tracing the lines of my mouth, cupping my face as he brought his lips to mine firmly.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes latching onto mine. "I can taste him on you..." he whispered. I looked down, afraid that he would be angry at me for having brought pleasure to someone else. But when my eyes rose again to meet his, he was smiling; his cock had grown hard against me.

I smiled, bringing my lips back to his, thrusting my tongue more firmly between his lips. Chris moaned, his hands moving down over my now soaking breasts, flicking their tender tips under the silky material. I reached down and quickly unzipped his dark slacks, pulling the material apart to allow his huge manhood to escape. I pushed gently at him, making him set back and sit on the wooden bench... our bench. I quickly straddled him, guiding his hardened cock slowly into my soaking pussy. I moaned as I felt him fill me, the cold drops of rain forgotten, my skin burning with desire for him. The folds of my green soaked satin dress covered our now joined bodies as I pumped against him... He bent down at licked at my hard erect nipples, the thin layer of satin becoming as a second skin in his mouth. I could feel myself nearing the breaking point, unable to withstand the imminent explosion of passion...

I graduated from high school and moved away to college four months later. Every time I came home, Chris and I would steal a moment away to make love. The month I graduated from Yale, I came home and told Chris about my fiancé, Brad. He was very happy for us, and even made a special point of purchasing us a grand suite for our honeymoon night. After I married, Chris and I would make a point to reconnect once a year, the anniversary of our first encounter. Chris remarried five years after Brad and I celebrated the birth of our first child. Rachel was an amazing woman! She loved Chris very much and would often inquire how we had become so close over the years. I would just smile at Chris, our eyes locking onto one another in a brief and passionate embrace... we explained that Chris had been a good neighbor and friend to our family... and still was!

Horrible Film, Yummy Fantasy

I had a "date" with an old flame of mine from high school yesterday. He and I have been pretty close friends for many years and my family has become very close with his. His wife is an absolute darling, so we all like to hang out from time to time. This weekend she had to take their kids out of town to visit family due to an illness, so hubby and I made plans to take him out to a movie in order to keep him from feeling lonely. Of course, last minute hubby had a work thing that he couldn't get out of, so it ended up being just the two of us at the movies.

We ordered a large popcorn with butter and decided to share as we watched the flick. (I am not even going to admit to which movie we watched, simply because it was horrible and I would deny going.) The theater was relatively empty at the time we chose, so we were able to get a great seat without dealing with loud/talking people. During the previews, I realized that we had reached into the popcorn at the same time several times and our fingers had brushed against one another. It wasn't anything intentional, just coincidence... or so I thought. About half way through the movie, I found he was reaching into the bucket the same time I did and was touching the back of my hand with each pass. By this time our fingers were pretty buttery, so his warm fingers seemed to slide right over mine. I began reaching in more often and taking my time removing the kernels and felt his fingers threading mine until we were eventually holding hands in the bucket. That is when I looked up and saw him watching me in the dark, a funny smile on his face. It was about that time that I came to my senses and pulled my hand out and threw a few kernels his way. We both laughed and turned our attention back to the flick.... although my mind was in full blown fantasy land by then.

I just couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if I had let him continue?? I pictured his hands roaming down my arm, streaming hot butter all over my skin. I imagined his lips crushing over my own in a passionate and forbidden kiss. I could almost feel his hand running up my thigh and diving under my skirt, finding the thin fabric of my thong and moving it aside. Although his warm fingers would have been lubed up sufficiently with the greasy butter, he would have found me hot and dripping as he swiftly slid them inside. I would have spread my legs further apart as he slid quickly in and out of me, all the while his thumb brushing against my throbbing clit with each move. I can imagine the climax that would have come out of me in the dark of the theater, not caring about the other movie patrons who would have been engrossed with the moving screen before us. And once I had been sated, I would have needed to taste him.... so I would have unzipped his pants quickly and pulled out his massive hard on. Quickly I would have flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting his juices before sliding him deep into my mouth. His head would have fallen back with a grown, as I pumped him in and out of my mouth while cupping his heavy balls with my hand. It wouldn't have taken long before I was sucking him dry, relishing his salty sweetness on my tongue...

But of course, that isn't what happened. We left the theater, talking and laughing about how horrible the movie was. In the car we talked about our families and how much our spouses would have enjoyed the movie (or not). I am certain this was one of those crossroads that could have taken our relationship in a new direction, but unfortunately I love my hubby and I really care about his wife, so that was not a road I was willing to explore... at least not yet. BUT, he sure did give me something to think (fantasize) about during a horrible movie!!

Erotic Story - The Good Neighbor part I by Tringle

*NOTE, this story is based on my own first encounter with an older man. Names, places, and some details have been changed a little. Enjoy!!

The Good Neighbor [part 1 of 2]
By Tringle

I raced through the door of our Beverly Hills home, just barely snapping the bolt shut behind me as I ripped off my shoes and socks. I sped through the living room and threw open the sliding glass door as I snapped the t-shirt over my head. I wiggled out of my shorts, tossing them aside on the patio as I grabbed a fluffy cotton towel from the porch cupboard. I threw the towel onto the wood lounge chair as I quickly unsnapped my bra and tossed it aside. I pulled my panties down to my ankles just as I leaped from the pools edge into the crystal blue water. Suddenly the water was around me, soft and cool on my naked skin. I moved gracefully, stretching my legs and arms wide as I glided beneath the shimmering surface in three long easy strokes. I emerged at the pools edge, taking a deep breath before pushing off the side of the cement to make a second lap. I have always loved the feel of chlorine water... it seems soft, thicker, and smoother than tap water... I purposely spread my legs wider on my next stroke, relishing the sensation of the cool water invading my most intimate crevices. After a dozen or so laps, I stopped in the middle of the pool. I laid there for several moments, floating on my back, allowing the warm sun
to kiss my now swollen nipples. I inhaled deeply... the smell of chlorine and suntan oil mingling in my nose.

After several more minutes, I emerged up the pool ladder and walked carefully towards my lounge chair and thick cotton towel. After spreading it gently over the lounge, I lay, face down on the cushioned bench, closing my eyes as the sun dried my wet body. I knew it would be another two hours or so before my parents came home... they were both doctors and usually worked very late into the afternoon. I inhaled again, relishing the feel of the sun on my damp skin and hair. "If they came home and found me like this, they would faint" I thought to myself, smiling. If they knew of this daily ritual... I pushed the thought from my head. Instead, I focused on the sheer luxury of this stolen moment... warm, sexy, forbidden. I found my mind fluidly moving
to my most intimate fantasies. Dreaming of firm hands kneading at my virgin breast, hungry lips nibbling at their sensitive peaks. I could almost feel the warm breathe of my imaginary lover licking at my skin... dampness began to form between my legs, my moist skin tingled with goose bumps from every thought. I have always had an incredible imagination. Even before I knew what sex was, I could use my mind to disappear into the most amazing of places. And although I had never felt a real man's touch, I could almost always bring myself to an orgasm by just thinking about what it would be like.

I inhaled deeply again, the erotic thoughts swelling behind my closed eyelids. I was just about to roll over and tug gently at my hungry nipples when I heard him. "Excuse me..." I sat straight up, yanking the soft towel from under me to my breasts, turning in the direction of the side gate. He smiled warmly at me, a kind, gentle smile. He was about the age of my dad, but tan, lean, with thick dark hair and eyes. His muscular form under the tightly fitting blue polo rippled with each
step... he wasn't huge though; it was as if he once worked out daily, but hadn't been to the gym in a few months. His smile beamed two lines of straight white teeth, a tiny dimple forming on the left side of his face. "I didn't mean to surprise you," he started, "but I thought I heard someone next door and wanted to introduce myself." He stepped towards me, his large tanned hand extended in my direction. I sat up completely, checking quickly to make sure the towel covered my naked body. I raised a suspicious eye to him and, still clutching at my towel, and gently shook his hand. "I'm Chris. And you are?"

"Lacey." I said softly, "Nice to meet you." I tried not to sound too sarcastic, although I was a little annoyed at the unexpected company, even if he was extremely good looking. Moving closer to me, he waved at the lounge next to me... "May I?" I nodded politely, moving over slightly to allow him room to sit next to my outstretched legs on the lounge. "I just moved in the day before yesterday," he started, waving a hand in the general direction of the house next to ours. "I was
hoping to steel a moment of your time and..." he hesitated before finishing, "...ah...make friends" he concluded with a funny smile. I smiled back, he seemed like a pleasant enough guy... Although, he seemed completely oblivious to my discomfort, he probably had no idea what he had just interrupted. My heart calmed a bit with the thought.

We sat for several minutes, briefly discussing his new home and the neighborhood. In the course of our conversing, Chris told me he had just recently divorced. "I am so sorry..." I commented softly, "that must be really hard for you." Chris nodded.

"Yeah, a little... it wasn't a very pleasant break up." I nodded sympathetically.

"Do you guys have any kids," I asked, curious about just who would be living next door to us.

"Nah," he started, shrugging his shoulders lightly, "I am not able to have kids." He said, looking down at his lap, suddenly growing silent. After a brief moment, his eyes rose to mine. "What about you? If you don't mind me asking, how old are you anyway?"

I blushed, looking down at my white knuckled hands on the towel, "I just turned seventeen." I nearly whispered, turning my eyes back to his, waiting for his reaction... His jaw dropped, eyes opening wide, before smiling comically.

"Whoa, I didn't see that coming! I was guessing twenty one for sure!" He winked, I felt the heat rise to my cheeks... I could only guess how deeply red they had become. "So, is there a boyfriend I should know about?" His voice seemed to deepen suggestively, making my heart pound in my chest so hard I am certain he could hear it. I nodded "no" as he reached out and patted my now exposed knee lightly. His warm hands sent electric bolts up my leg, making every pore of my skin tingle. "Well, don't be in any rush..." he started softly, "...the perfect guy will come along when you least expect it." His hand stopped patting, but never left my knee.

We continued talking about music, movies, and various other topics, laughing and giggling together while his warm hand continued to massage my knee gently. I felt myself becoming more and more comfortable with his presence, almost forgetting that I was completely naked under the cotton towel I was now holding lightly. "So, you live with your parents?" He asked casually, nodding towards the house.

"Well, if you call it living," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes slightly, "They are hardly ever home... they're doctors." Chris smiled, nodding sympathetically.

"Well, if you ever get to feeling lonely and want someone to talk to, you know where I am." His hand moved higher up my knee, inching towards my thigh. I inhaled deeply, my heart beginning to race in my chest.

"I appreciate that." I said softly, secretly willing his hand to inch up a bit further. As if reading my mind, his hand moved under the towel, his warm fingers forming slow steady circles on the soft moist skin of my thigh... inching closer and closer to my bare virgin pussy.

Chris continued his small talk, as his fingers continued their journey further and further under the blanket, a moisture began to expand between my legs. I found myself spreading my legs wider, ever so slightly, not wanting to deter his wandering fingertips. I smiled, trying my best to keep up with his conversation, the whole while thinking only of the residual tingles his hands were creating on my skin.

Finally, his warm fingertips brushed against my bare pussy lips... I inhaled deeply, unable to withstand a reaction to his exhilarating touch. He smiled shamefully, "Have you ever had anyone touch you here?" he whispered huskily. I would have been so embarrassed at the question if his hands didn't feel so good on my body. I couldn't make my tongue work to respond, so I quickly nodded "no". "What about this," his fingers slipped up and down my moist crack, sending bolts
of electricity coursing throughout my body... sensations flooded me unlike anything I had ever felt before.

"No." I breathed quietly. His warm fingers pushed deeper, moving beyond the tender exterior of my flesh and into my hot moist slit. I panted as his fingers brushed against my hard throbbing virgin clit.

"Have you ever touched yourself here?" He asked huskily, running his thick index finger over the tender erect skin.

"Yes..." I answered, my voice quivering, "but... it never felt like this..." my voice trailed off, unable to keep my eyes open from the intense pleasure. My heart continued to pound in my chest, my brain racing over the excitement his one finger was bringing.

"Lay back, Lacey..." he said gently, almost in a whisper. I found myself responding to his request, lying back onto the hard cold lounge, my legs falling open to him, without hesitation. I closed my eyes, feeling his weight lift from the lounge.. but his fingers never stopped their gentle massage of my hungry clit. The tingles began to build within me... I tried my best to catch my breath, but the intense sensations were driving my mind further and further away from reality.
Chris moved the towel aside, revealing my entire bare body. I moaned, my nipples growing even harder as the air licked at their moist tips. "You have a magnificent body Lacey." Chris breathed, rubbing his other hand up along my flat tummy, "May I taste you?" He asked huskily.

"Yes..please..." I breathed, my head rolling about my shoulders uncontrollably, instinctively thrusting my hips towards him slightly, not wanting the pleasure to subside. I felt his warm lips caress my
thighs and follow the same path as his fingers, closing in on my warm moist pussy. He ran his tongue up and down my slit, making my hips rise to meet his mouth. I opened my eyes slightly, watching as he gently spread the flesh apart, taking his tongue and dancing around my hard pink clit. I moaned, feeling the electric bolts explode around me... my hips bucked uncontrollable as his face buried deeper between my legs, his lips wrapping around my sensitive clit. I threw my head back, a muffled scream leaving my lips as the explosion rocked me. My hands flew uncontrollably to his head, lacing into his dark hair, burying it into my exploding crotch. I closed my eyes, feeling my body tense and then relax over and over and the quaking began to subside.

My breathing slowed, and I opened my eyes to see Chris watching my face closely from between my legs... a funny smile upon his lips. I moved my hands from his head, running my fingers gently down his tanned face. "You are truly incredible." He breathed, moving towards my face. His lips touched mine, I could taste the sweetness of my cunt on his tongue as he probed my mouth gently. I had never kissed a man this way before, so I tried to mimic his tongue's moment with my own... The two moist bodies were dancing in my mouth, one completely absorbed by the other. My heart raced... he pulled away, taking a thick finger and running it gently along my cheek. I could see a large bulge in his shorts... a large wet circle accentuating the tightened material. Chris stood up, pecking my forehead... "I look forward to getting to know you even more, Lacey..." He smiled seductively.

"Me too." I breathed, pulling the towel back over my body as I watched him stand from the lounge and move towards the side gate, disappearing next door.

Mom got home later than expected that evening. I wandered down into the kitchen just in time to see her setting a box of bakery cookies on the counter. She began placing the cookies on a crystal platter, arranging them into an elaborate circle along the glass edge. I smiled... Mom
has never been a baker, but had received a great deal of credit for other people's work in the bakery department. There were many friends of mine who made a huge fuss about how excellent my mother's cooking was... Oh, if they only knew that she didn't own a single cookie sheet!

"Who are those for, Mom?" I inquired, grabbing a golden cookie from the edge, wondering why she was using her most expensive platter. "Our new neighbor," she said, batting at my hand lightly, "He just moved in a day or so ago... I want us to go over and introduce ourselves." She
explained.

It was a good thing she was putting so much attention into her cookie tray, or she would have seen every bit of color leave my face, my eyes bulging with disbelief. My mind raced with flashes of his hands, his moist tongue dancing in and out of my body, the tingles his touch sent up and down my spine. I turned towards the living room, debating on whether I should run or not. "Now don't you go anywhere..." she said, as if reading my mind, "We are going to go over and introduce ourselves as a family." She turned back to the cookies. "There...perfect" she said, balancing the final cookie on the tray. Turning towards the stairs, she called for my Dad, "Honey, are you ready yet?"

I heard a muffled voice echo from above, "Be right down!" I could feel my heart beginning to race in my chest... what if Chris tells them we have already met? How would I explain that? What if they became suspicious? What if they find out what had happened by the pool? What
if...? "Let's go!" Dad said as he stepped off the last step, snapping me out of my trance.

Mom and Dad pushed lightly behind me, nearly propelling me towards the door and up to Chris's entry way. My heart was beating madly in my chest... I was certain anyone who looked at it could see the thump thump thump pushing my t-shirt up and off my chest in a mad frenzy. My
dad stepped onto the porch, reaching out to push the bell. A loud and long chime echoed distantly inside the house. A hope formed in me... what if he wasn't home? Maybe he wouldn't answer! I felt my cheeks burning... "Oh, PLEASE don't answer!" my mind screamed.

Suddenly the lock clicked, and the knob turned as my knees knocked together uncontrollably. The massive wood door flew open and there he was. He was wearing the same blue polo he had on by the pool, but had changed into another pair of dress shorts. He looked even sexier than
before!! He smiled warmly at my dad and then my mom until his eyes fastened on mine. My cheeks burned, and I looked nervously at my feet. Dad said hello and introduced him and my mom. Then, pulling me to his side, his arm wrapping around my shoulder, he announced proudly, "And this shy little beauty is our baby girl, Lacey." Shy?! Yeah, right! My face and neck burned, a cool sweat beginning to break out along my temples, salt drops sliding down the middle of my back.

Chris smiled, "Hello there." He extended his hand towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. I moved quickly to take it... he squeezed my hand firmly, then moved his fingers gently over my palm before releasing me. My breath caught in my chest, my eyes locking onto his. His smile
widened, "It is a real pleasure..." he said, lowering his chin slightly, his eyes piercing through me. Releasing my hand, he quickly turned and shook my mothers... and then my fathers.

They began making small talk about the neighborhood and the sale of his house, much like what we had discussed earlier. I stood quietly next to my father, meeting Chris's gaze every once in a while, sharing a special smile with him as he spoke. After mother presented him with her "homemade" cookies, we said our goodbyes and turned to leave. I hesitated, allowing my mom and dad to retreat first before turning to glance at Chris as he moved to close the door. He paused, balancing the expensive tray on his hips as he smiled at me intensely. He quickly brought his finger to his lips, and blew me a small quick kiss towards me, as the door closed completely. I smiled, then quickly turned hurried into the house after my parents...my heart began to slow in my chest.

The next day I hurried home as fast as my legs could carry me... as soon as I entered the house, I snapped the lock behind me in my usual fashion. Instead of making my normal route towards the pool, I peeled up the stairs to my bedroom. I dove into my drawers, reaching as far back as I could to my secret stash. After routing around for a few moments, I found them. Yanking them to the front of the drawer, I unraveled the crumbled material. It was my sexiest bathing suit... the one I had bought as a dare last summer at the mall... the one my parents could NEVER find. I quickly ripped the clothes off my body, and decorated it with the skimpy material. The top consisted of two tiny red triangles that just barely covered each nipple of my apple sized breasts, my dark areolas peeked out from each side of the material. The bottom was a thong... plunging deep between my ass and widening just towards the front part of my groin... two soft folds of
my bare pussy flesh hung down on either side of the thin strip. With every move the thin material would brush against my young clit...instantly I felt moisture form between my legs.

I posed in front on my long mirror, admiring my shapely body... I ran my hands down my flat tummy, turning in the mirror to see how my firm round ass looked with the plunging red strip of cloth disappearing between the two tan globes. I smiled, pleased with how grown up I suddenly looked in the provocative suit. After quickly brushing my dark curls and applying a small bit of red lip gloss, I grabbed the baby oil and headed out to the pool. I quickly rubbed my arms and legs with the oil, making the sunlight dance off my tanned skin. I laid back on the lounge, pulling a pair of dark sunglasses over my eyes... waiting for him, yearning for him to come and behold my sexy display.

After only a few moments, I heard the gate open and close. From beyond the pool a loud high whistle ripped through the air. I smiled, turning in his direction. He beamed, his eyes dancing over every part of my body... He walked towards me, this time wearing only a pair of black
swim shorts. My eyes danced over his tan muscular body, making my heart pound beneath my chest. He may have been the same age of my father, but that is where the comparisons ended... His broad shoulders were lean, strong, but not obnoxiously muscular. His belly was flat and firm, but still soft, with smooth lines running down his waist to the crotch beneath his low riding shorts. His legs were solid, strong, each muscle rippled as he walked towards me. "He must be a runner," I thought to myself, feeling my body respond to his spectacular form.

As my eyes traveled back up to his eyes, I realized that he had been admiring lustfully, just as I had been admiring him. He sat down beside me as I moved over slightly to make room. "Your mother's cookies were really yummy." He said, quietly. "I wanted to come over and thank you for thinking of me..." his voice softened, practically a whisper... "Is she home?" His eyebrows rose suggestively. I smiled, looking down at the sweaty hands in my lap before meeting his gaze
firmly.

"No, she won't be home for another three hours." I smiled wickedly at him, "Besides, I wouldn't be wearing this if she was..." I hesitated, but finished, "I wore it... for you." I looked away quickly, a bit ashamed of my boldness. When I looked back, his eyes met mine, twinkling in the sunlight, his smile widening.

His hand reached out and tenderly stroked my cheek, pulling the dark glasses from my face. He brought his lips towards mine, slowly running his tongue along my bottom lip before tilting his head fully and darting into my mouth. My heart pounded, my head was spinning around me, I angled my head, allowing him further access into my mouth... not wanting him to stop. He moved closer to me on the lounge, his hands running down the tips of my shoulders and arms. Everywhere his fingers touched, my skin burned with electric sparks. I moaned gently as his
fingers brushed against my breasts... first gently stroking them with the back of his hands and then cupping them firmly. His lips broke from mine and hovered in front of the small material covering my nipple. His thick finger pushed the material aside, allowing him to lick at the delicate skin.

My head rolled back on my shoulders, my body ached for him to touch me. I opened my eyes as his hands shifted behind my back to untie the skimpy suit. I felt my breath quicken, watching his face as my body was unveiled from the sliver of red material. His eyes never left my breast as he tossed the bathing top behind him onto the ground. His eyes darted over my creamy flesh, smiling at my breasts as if looking at some magnificent portrait. Instinctively, I moved my hands to cover, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze... but his hands stopped me gently, his eyes lifting to meet mine. "Don't do that..." he whispered, "You are so beautiful, let me see you..." The huskiness in his voice made me relax back into the lounge. He swung his leg over the lounge, straddling the firm wood surface. I noticed a tented bulge forming under his black shorts, his obvious arousal making my breath catch. He must have realized what I was looking at, because he let out a small laugh and quickly stood back up next to me, tugging off the black material, allowing the shorts to fall to his ankles.

My heart leaped at the sight of his amazing cock. I had never seen one in real life, only in the dirty magazines my girlfriends had given me as a joke. This one was really magnificent! Chris resumed his straddle over the lounge, and I found I could not peel my eyes from his impressive manhood. He moved his hand to mine, gently lifting and placing my palm onto his body. My breathing quickened as I touched his warm soft skin. Chris gently stroked the back of my hand, encouraging me to explore him. My fingers touched the tip of his cock, a clear warm liquid danced at the tip. I swirled it around the massive head gently, I loved how soft his skin was... so warm. I glanced up to his face, watching as my single touch made his head fall back, his eyes
closed, a small smile playing on his lips. I felt myself grow brave as I looked back at his manhood, running my fingers up and down the thick shaft. At the base, I stroked the two furry balls, lacing my fingers through the dark hair before gently stroking back upwards toward the glistening head.. Chris let out a deep moan, my heart began to race as he shifted forward, leaning his thick dick just outside my barely covered entrance.

"No..." I whispered, edging away slightly. Chris paused, his soft fingers ran down my cheek, gently lifting my face to his. He smiled. "Don't be afraid..." he whispered, kissing my lips tenderly, "I promise to do whatever I can to make this special for you..." I don't know why, but his gentle words melted all the fear away, my entire body becoming limp to his touch. I laid back on the lounge, spreading mylegs to him, trusting him to be gentle with me. I closed my eyes,
bracing myself for what would come next... yearning to feel his hands on my steaming flesh once more.

Chris reached down gently and pulled at both sides of my thong, tugging the fabric over my knees and off my legs before tossing it to the ground. He quickly picked up the baby oil I had used earlier, andpoured what I would guess was half the bottle onto my crotch, before setting it back down. Slowly, gently, his warm hands began to message my lower abdomen and bare virgin skin. In slow steady circles, he moved his fingers over my body, sending electric shocks up and down my legs. His hands glided in between my oily pussy lips, separating the thick skin gently as his fingers messaged.

I arched my back and moaned as his sopping fingers found my clit and began to rub over it gently. My legs fell open completely, any residual fear completely forgotten, melting like butter as his hands continued their quest. I could feel him moving closer, his body touching mine momentarily, sending electric chills up my spine. I could feel the head of his magnificent penis rubbing up and down my moist slit... dancing over my clit gently before gliding just inside my
tight hole. His fingers continued their steady circles, warmth spread through me... my clit tingling with each move, longing for his deepening touch. My breath quickened, electric chills rolled more fiercely throughout my body. His pulsing dick slid a bit further into me, my mind was dizzy with pleasure as my orgasm neared. His fingers quickened, rubbing my clit more quickly as my body erupted beneath his touch. I felt his large muscle push completely into my tight opening, as the bolts of excitement exploded. The momentary pain was masked by
the electric pulses from my massive orgasm, I threw my head back and screamed.

I lay there, trying desperately to catch my breath, his rock hard member still impaling my quaking body. I looked down, seeing his massive cock buried deep inside of me between the slick folds of skin. I felt my pulse racing, my heart beating so hard against the inside of my chest I
could hear it echoing in my ears. Chris looked at me intensely, "Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned. I smiled at him and nodded yes. His smiled widened, "How did it feel?"

"Good," I stared, "Really good." He grinned seductively. "Would you like to try again?" I nodded, feeling his hardening cock flick inside my pussy. He pulled my legs over his, locking his arms behind my back and pulling me up to a straddle over him. His lips brushed my ear and neck, his tongue flicking over my delicate skin. "Mmmm... You taste so good..." he breathed. Heat rose to my neck, I could feel my nipples hardening against his warm bare chest.

"So do you..." I whispered into his ear. His cock jumped at my words, making me moan at the tingles it created. His hands grabbed my fleshy ass cheeks, forcing my throbbing erect clit to press against his warm body. My breath quicken again as he slowing rocked me, his warm hands
kneading at my ass cheeks... back and forth, back and forth. With each gentle rock, his deeply buried cock touched a button deep inside of me that I didn't know existed. I moaned with each stroke of that button, every part of my body suspended around the waves of pleasure each move brought. Over and over again we climbed, each gentle thrust of his pelvis making the tingles gyrate throughout my body. My tongue danced at his earlobe, wanting to taste his flesh, desiring only him, as the tingles inside me intensified. I could hear Chris moan lightly as his
thrust became quicker and more powerful, his massive hands gripping my fleshy ass cheeks more firmly with each movement of his thrusting cock. The deep spot inside of me began to quake as our moist skin smacked together with each move, making me moan louder in his ear. As his thrusts quickened even further, my pulsing clit smacked against his now sweaty skin... the combination of the deep flaming tingles inside of me and the now pulsing clit sent massive electricity throughout my body. Suddenly an explosion erupted inside of me, making every pore of my being explode with passion... my head flew back on my shoulders, my body quaked intensely, grinding against his massive cock as I let out another scream. Chris's body thrust into me once more before he too let out a loud moan and I felt a hot flood of fluid rip through my warm depths.

After several moments of several slow gentle rocking, I could feel his body relax inside of me, my own body floating back down to the reality below. He leaned back slightly, his face just inches from my own. "Wow!" I breathed, struggling to regain composure from the intense orgasm. He smiled boyishly, running a finger down my brow, pushing the hair from my sweaty cheeks. He kissed me tenderly, his hot tongue flicking against mine.

"Thank you." He whispered. "Thank you for allowing me the privilege of being the first." I smiled, kissing him back firmly, more confidently, feeling his manhood jump inside of me once more.

MORE TO COME...

Erotic Story - My Day Off by Tringle

It was a beautiful day... the sun shining brightly, a cool breeze from the north, birds chirping, the smell of wild flowers in the wind, you know... perfect! I walked through the park and chose my favorite picnic table on the edge of the forest. I loved this park! It was simply beautiful! Lots of lush green grass, trees, and a preserved forest along the border. You could spend hours here and feel like you had only explored a fraction of the area. Normally the playground area would be teaming with children at play and parents observing, but it was pretty early in the morning, and school hours, so the park was pretty much deserted. I was glad I had the day off from school. Since I started college two years ago, I tried to always leave myself one day in the middle of the week were I had no classes. This way I could kick up my feet and relax or buckle down hard to study, whichever the case may be.

Today was a kick up my heels kind of day. With my art history book spread out on the table before me, I tried desperately to absorb the extensive information inside. Every once in a while, a cool breeze would hit my face and cause me to close my eyes and pause... dreaming of being on some pleasurable island somewhere... far from art history, math, and every other responsibility. I inhaled deeply the refreshing scent of newly mowed grass mixed with wild flowers, smiling to myself of how perfect this moment was. I was just about to snap back to my studies when I saw him.

He was bent over a flower bed across the playground area, moving quickly through the flowers and pulling out stray weeds. He was dark tan, with jet black hair peeking out from under a red baseball cap. His huge sweaty muscular arms flexed and sparkled under the sunlight as he worked. He was wearing a dark blue tank which had obviously become moist from sweat, causing the material to grow even darker blue along his middle back and broad shoulders. His tight fitting jeans showed off an incredibly tight muscular ass and strained to contain him as he bent over the colorful floral bed... pulling and pushing at the flowers inside. I found myself completely absorbed in this incredible spectrum. My art history book now lost, I leaned forward and rested my head on my arms and watched as each muscle twitched and pulled away. I could feel a warming between my legs, my lips becoming dry. I tried to moisten my lips and cross and uncrossed my legs trying to tame the tingles that my hungry clit now sent through my body. I was lost in each curl at his neck, each bead of sweat that ran down his arms, each thread in his blue jean that strained to cover his muscular body. I had never known desire until that moment... never known how much I could ache for a man until then.

Suddenly, his eyes met mine and I was jerked back to reality. Mycuriosity and desire were now overcome by slight embarrassment as I pretended to be reading my book once again. I could feel a warming creep up my neck and cover my face as I turned three shades of red. After a few seconds, I stole a quick glance over the page to find my new friend leaning up against the tree returning my stare. I wish I could say I had dressed for this occasion, but my khaki shorts, plain white tee shirt, and blond pony tail was a far cry from supermodel attire. I tried to casually pull my tee shirt tighter in the back, trying to show off my ample breasts without being too obvious. I crossed my legs suggestively, allowing my shorts to rise up higher on my thighs. He must have been enjoying my modifications, because after a second quick glance, I saw a distinctive growing bulge form in his tight fitting jeans. He moved from the tree and took a few steps towards me, bending low to pick up a garden tool lying on the grass between us.

His sudden movement caught me by surprise, a mixture of hope and fear causing butterflies in my stomach. I watched as he walked away towards a white truck parked on the edge of the forest. I was filled with disappointment as I realized he was packing up to leave... his work for the day finished. I tried to tame the moist excitement between my legs, trying to grasp the end of this short but seductive dance. I boldly looked towards him as he placed his tools into the back of his pickup and turned towards me fully.

His hand ran down to the tight jeans stretched over his very aroused cock. He did not hide his excitement, but boldly began rubbing at the strained material, looking at me hungrily and smiled. Straight white teeth sparkled in the sun, as beads of sweat ran down his deeply tanned jaw. He was so gorgeous! I met his eyes boldly, returning his lusty smile with one of my own. Slowly, I spread my legs to him, allowing him to see the moisture forming on my panties and shorts. The bold move made my body tingle even more with excitement and butterflies. His eyes never left mine as he politely tipped his hat and turned away. Instead of getting into his truck however, he walked towards the forest at the edge of the park disappearing into the thickness. I stared intently into the woods, wondering if this was an invitation.

I quickly glanced around me, making certain no one else had seen him. The empty park suddenly seemed extraordinarily still. I quickly swallowed my fear and untangled my long legs from the table and followed his path to the forest. As I slowly made my way into the thick trees and bushes, I felt as if I had left one world and entered into an entirely different one. The warm sun of the day was gone and only dark dampness surrounded me. I heard a noise above me and paused to see a flock of birds taking off from the tree in front of me. The sun struggled to break through the canopy of tangled branches and leaves above. The thick grass and layer of leaves beneath my feet made a pleasant crunching sound as I stepped cautiously forward.

After walking several feet into the forest, my heart began to pound wildly in my chest. Suddenly my passion was replaced by fear... what if... Suddenly a firm hand grabbed me from behind, spinning me around. My breath caught in my throat, a startled scream formed on my lips, but no sound came. I was staring into the eyes of my new friend. He smiled huskily at me, a thick finger tracing the lines of my face, our bodies meshed together by his strong arm. I met his stare, trying hard not to show fear but trembling under his touch. His smile widened. He knew I was afraid. He brought his thick sweaty lips to mine. Slowly, and more gently than I would have expected, he kissed me.

First brushing his lips gently against mine, and then invading my tender lips with his thick steaming tongue. The moistness between my legs grew... tingles run up and down my spine. I returned the kiss, probing his mouth with my own tongue, sucking and biting gently on his lip. He moved to my neck, kissing and nipping down to the top of my t-shirt. His thick thumbs found my hard erect nipples under the thin fabric and began to rub and pull at them. I moaned in delight, hoping he would continue. In one quick movement, he pulled the tee from my head, tossing the garment to the ground near us. My breath quickened as he unhooked the lacy bra with held back my full round breasts. Soon my bra also fell softly to the forest floor below and his lips found my waiting nipples. He took each one between his lips, sucking and biting gently at the tender flesh. First one, and then the second receiving his sensuous kisses. My head fell back and a deep moan escaped me as he continued on. My body burned for him... I reached out and knocked the hat from his head, wrapping my fingers into the thick moist curly hair. I gently pushed him down towards my now sopping wet crotch... letting him know that I wanted his lips to pleasure me.

He gladly complied by quickly unbuttoning my shorts and tugging them off. My thin white lacy panties were translucent with my moistness. I felt his tongue glide over the delicate material, the warmth causing my breath to catch. He quickly hooked a thick thumb under the material and ripped them from my body. I instinctively parted my legs to allow him full access to my desperate wet spot. He buried his face deep in between the flesh of my skin. His nose began rubbing my steaming hot clit and his tongue probed deep into my pussy. I moaned as the passionate tingles erupted from my clit sending electric sparks up and down my legs. My lover gently pulled at my legs, beckoning me to the forest floor below. I was glad to comply, my legs growing weak beneath me. As I lay down on the cool moist ground under the tree nearest us, sharp leaves poked at the delicate skin on my back. I didn't care. All I wanted was his tongue back on my hot clit. I spread my legs wider as he moved back between my legs. His tongue was bolder now, exploring even deeper the moist snatch before him. He pulled my clit between his lips, sucking and rolling it over his tongue. I panted with excitement as my first wave of climax hit me... I pushed his face deeper between my legs, tightening my legs around his head as my body exploded with passion.

Once I released my grasp on his head, he looked up to my face from between my legs... my juices still dripping off his chin. I smiled at him as he moved towards my face. I tasted myself on him as he kissed me deeply, tenderly. He moved his hand to his buckle and quickly wiggled free from the tight blue jeans. A thick and erect dick erupted from its cage, bobbing up and down as the pants were tossed aside. I hungrily moved towards this massive muscle. As I ran my tongue up and down along the sides of the massive animal, blue veins popped out along his shaft and his skin grew warm to my touch. I swirled the precum around on the tip of his head with my tongue, forcing him to moan softly as I sucked gently at the sensitive tip. I slowly allowed his dick to slide between my lips... only a little at a time, relishing his deep moans as each inch slid further and further in into my warmth. I looked up from his crotch to see him smiling at me lustfully... enjoying the sight of his enormous cock being swallowed down by this little blond college kid. His large hand found my breast as I feasted on him and continued to flick the tender and swollen nipple as I sucked harder. I began gently biting at the flesh as my mouth moved up and down his thick shaft, quickening my pace as his breathing grew more erratic.

Suddenly he pulled himself from my mouth and flipped me over in front of him. With my white ass sticking up into his face, he ran his tongue over my asshole and between my sopping wet pussy lips. I moaned with pleasure. With a think finger, he found my moist opening and guided his thick cock into my sweet wetness. As he plunged himself deep inside of me, I felt the fullness cause my body to tighten around him and erupt into a second orgasm. He waited patiently inside of me as the eruption quaked around his thick hard dick. As my orgasm passed, he began to move his thick dick in and out of my pussy. Slowly at first, pulling almost completely out before gliding back in with more force. His thick moist thumb found my asshole and circled around the tender flesh as he moved. I reached down, rubbing my clit as we rocked together, the warmth of our connection building with each move. His thrusts began to pick up speed and force as he neared his own climax. The thumb moving more boldly into the opening of my ass until the thin skin allowed him complete access. Being filled with his enormous cock and now his thick finger was more than my flesh could stand. My clit throbbed under my own vicious and relentless torture until my entire body exploded into one massive orgasm. A scream escaped my lips as shudders of passion exploded up and down my spine, beads of sweat breaking out all over my hot flesh. Hearing my massive orgasm was just enough to cause my lovers own dam to break. I heard him let out a loud moan as his own body quaked and exploded inside of me with one final
thrust of his enormous cock.

He collapsed on top of me, still connected with hot burning flesh. Both of us lay on the forest floor panting, trying desperately to catch our breath and calm the quakes of excitement. His thick cock softened inside of me, his breathing started to calm and become more regular. He moved to break the connection of flesh by tugging his cock from my steaming wet pussy. "No" I whispered, gripping down on his cock and forcing him to stop. He hesitated, searching the side of my face for understanding. I squeezed my vaginal muscles together, helping him to see that I wanted more. He grinned and I felt the weakening flesh grow hard again inside of me. He rolled over onto the ground, holding onto my waist as he did, pulling me to a sitting position on top of his cock. He lifted me up almost off his cock before slamming me back down onto it firmly. My head spun as his thick member impaled my steaming body. I mimicked the thrusts by leaning forward slightly and slamming back down onto him with intensity. I moaned more deeply as I felt another surge of electricity course through me. With one final slam, my body erupted and I fell forward from his cock, our fleshly connection broken and my hot steaming pussy lips swollen and burning from the friction.

I lay there, face down into the grass, panting uncontrollably. My ass sticking straight up in the air, hoping the air would cool the burning flesh of my vagina. My lover decided he too would like another go, but I whispered a soft "no" as he prepared to enter me once again. But his cock was desperate for a tighter entry. I felt his hand rub up and down along my steaming pussy, scouping up the juices of our love making. He then rubbed the juices all over my pink asshole as he positioned his head at the entrance. I was about to protest when I felt him pushing into the tight entrance... involuntarily my body responded by relaxing to the enormous intruder. I screamed as the flesh tightened all around this enormous beast. A new sensation filled my body... one of pain mixed with intense pleasure as he slowly slide in and out of my asshole. I concentrated on relaxing the muscles as he withdrew and then tightening around him as he pushed forward. Having never had anal sex before, this sensation left me breathless with passion. We fell into a rhythmic rocking as our bodies enjoyed this new found connection. I could hear his breath quickening and his thrust increased as his climax neared. I reached down to my swollen cunt and began rubbing at my clit once more to try to meet his climax. He threw back his head with one final thrust and filled my ass with his hot steaming semen as my own
final climax exploded around me.

We both lay still for several moments before he slowly removed his enormous member from my hot burning ass. I fell forward onto the grass, the blackness swirling around me, completely depleted from this intense sexual session. I closed my eyes briefly, relishing the small quakes that still fired through my body. I don't know how long I had been out, but when I opened my eyes my lover had redressed and was sprawled out on the grass next to me. He smiled at me as I looked up at him, the grass and leaves sticking to my sweaty and sticky body. "If you ever need any additional work", he stared, "here is my card." He handed me a thick white business card which read, "John's Yard and Lawn Care."

"Thanks, I might need some, uh, "pruning" later this week." I said sarcastically, laughing lightly. He raised an eyebrow, winked, and flashed me a broad smile before kissing my forehead lightly. He got up from his seat and began to walk past me and out of the forest when he paused and turned back to me. He slowly bent down to my naked ass and ran a tongue around the swollen skin of my asshole. I moaned with pleasure, my body still tingling with intensity. "I will look forward to it!" He growled and got up and left.

I too got up and redressed, tucking the card neatly into my shorts pocket as I made my way back to the sunny park. As I emerged into the sunlight, I saw the white truck drive away. I sighed and returned to my favorite picnic table. This has always been my favorite retreat... Now I had reason to pay even more attention to the flowers. I smiled to myself as I gathered up my books and prepared to return home for more studying... and later, I had a phone call to make.

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My Vacation

Hubby and I just returned from a much needed summer vacation.... it was a great trip and we had a wonderful time for the most part. Unfortunately for me, however, being relaxed didn't rev up hubby's sexual engines in the least. We still only had sex twice over the course of an entire week! UGH! So, inevitably I was left hot, dripping, and wanting for the bulk of the time... Every time we would go site-seeing all I could think about was where we could sneak off for a good fuck if I had been there with anyone else. LOL!

One night we were forced to retire to this crappy little hotel in the middle of no where. Unfortunately they only had one room left, and of course it had two beds... no sex for Tringle tonight! Hubby said it was fine with him since he was too tired to do anything but sleep anyway - typical! So, at about 2AM I found myself extremely turned on and dripping wet with nothing but myself to satisfy the issue. As hubby snored loudly in the bed beside me, I contemplated my situation. I got up and went into the bathroom considering taking a cold shower in an effort to soothe my raging lust. As I turned on the faucet, I saw the bottle of complimentary shampoo on the counter... it wasn't big, but it might just do the job.

So, I turned off the faucet, and back into my bed I went. I slipped off my panties, crawled under the covers, and spread my legs wide. I felt between my warm pussy lips only to discover them dripping with anticipation. I slipped the bottle into my dripping cunt and held my breath as my body tingled in response. It wasn't big, but it was still something and it felt wonderful. With one hand, I slowly rubbed at one of my hard nipples and then the other until they both stood at hard aching peaks. With my other hand, I pushed the bottle in and out of my dripping pussy, feeling the object rub against my fiery entrance. I continued doing this slow and steady, loving the feel of my body coming alive beneath my fingers. The entire time, hubby slept soundly in the bed next to mine.

When I just couldn't take it any longer, I began pushing the bottle in and out at a rapid pace. The sound of my wet pussy juices against my smacking hand as the bed jostled about violently filled the room - and still hubby slept on. My palm rested pleasantly against my aching clit with each stroke of the bottle, so it was no time before my body erupted into a relatively intense orgasm. I bit my lip to keep from releasing a scream of ecstasy, but couldn't control a deep guttural moan from escaping my lips.... and still, hubby slept on.

I know it would have been so much better with a rock hard cock buried deep inside of me, but the bottle did the trick this time... Instead of removing the bottle after I came, I decided to go another round - just in case it was a bit of time before I had any type of sexual satisfaction during our trip. So yes, naughty me made myself come three more times before having to remove the now dripping bottle from my now quite spent pussy. I think it took about an hour and a half to properly satisfy my raging sex - too bad I didn't have the real thing there to comfort me.... or at least one that was willing to do so. (Sigh)

All well, maybe one day hubby will wake up from his sexual paralysis long enough to fuck me the way I need him to... only time will tell I guess. But, I just have to go on record as saying, thank goodness for complimentary shampoo, heavy sleepers, and vacations in general!!

Wasted Energy...

I woke up this morning to my hubby jerking off in his sleep. He does this all the time. It is so very frustrating for me because I wanna have fun too!!! I have tried to reach over and take over the duties for him so as to join him, but he wakes up embarrassed and rolls over and begins snoring again. So I get left feeling aroused and alone, which inevitably leads me to rubbing my clit to a silent orgasm. Later on in the day, he will apologize (WTF??) for jerking off (if he remembers at all) and say he was having a really arousing dream about me....okay, then why don't you share it with MEEEEE??!! UGH! (rolling eyes)

I have noticed that he doesn't have near the sex drive that he once had in bed. He used to be able to stretch out a love making session for about an hour - now I'm lucky if he can go 15 minutes without being completely depleted. UGH! I have all these arousing fantasies about straddling him and moving my dripping pussy up and down his shaft, super slow and super sensually for as long as we can take it.... when I tried to do it???? He came in about five minutes and told me he just couldn't take any more. UGH!!! Of course, this is why most nights my fingers do a private dance to the rhythm of his snoring in order to satisfy MY raging lust.

If he would just stop wasting so much energy on jacking off in his sleep, maybe I would be getting a little more action during the week! I'm not suggesting that he HAS to have sex with me every night (although I would be totally game if he wanted that!) but it would be nice to get a go at least three nights a week... maybe four?!!

Oh god, I just realized I am turning into one of those dirty old women who walks around in a constant state of horniness and always complains about her husband not being in the mood - but I'm too young for that, right??? UGH! Better just to embrace it I guess!