The next two weeks were chaotic. I did not have a day off. Not that I am complaining, it is hard to make it as a professional photographer in a big city. I'm quite grateful for the work, but it wasn't just work. It was my friend's assistant in the gallery that quit right before a big show that I helped jump in to make happen and also another friend was in need after a bad break-up. Life stuff, it happens, so I did not get to dole a ton of attention to my neighbor. It was nice, although I cannot believe that I am actually admitting it, not to be consumed with having him. When we were together it was pretty chill and enjoyable not putting pressure on him for anything more than what we had been doing.
By the time my day off rolled around I was tired. I kissed him goodbye and stayed in bed. I was planning on doing nothing that day, but sleep, eat, and have a quiet evening. I guess when you expect nothing to happen, that's when you get pleasant surprises. I got a big one from my neighbor as he climbed into bed waking me just after 10am.
"What are you doing home," I asked trying to wake, looking at the clock.
He explained there had been a bad gas leak down the street from his building, everyone was evacuated and eventually sent home. He kissed my face and asked eagerly what ours plans would be. He never got days off during the week unless it was a major holiday. This was like a spring Christmas for him. My neighbor rarely called off or took vacation time; he was by all means a "dependable" employee. Hearing how excited he was to get stolen time to spend with me, I was excited to go make a fun day out of it. First I had to get into the shower.
I'm not huge on make-up and don't do much to my hair except dry out my bangs. I threw on minimal eyeliner, some mascara, a touch of rouge and some lip gloss and head back into the bedroom to get dressed. I was stopped by the bed and taken down onto it, by my now naked neighbor kissing me aggressively. It took me a little by surprise, but I was also very turned on that he was being so forceful.
We lay on our sides as he kissed down my throat and onto my breasts. He looked into my eyes as he licked and bit my nipple. I ran my hands though his hair as he sucked as much of my breast as he could into his mouth. He pressed his cock against me. We both moaned as I slid myself up and down, his cock parting my slippery delicate folds.
With his hand, he pressed my shoulder down to the bed and kissed his way down my stomach. I spread my legs receptively to his oral affection. His lips kissed and sucked on my labia mimicking how slow and soft I usual kiss him, with his intense and emotion filled eyes locked into mine.
"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," spilled out of my mouth. I was overcome by ecstasy, overcome by my love for him, "Better than sunsets or flowers, fine art or other coveted items of beauty, that's how much I love looking into your eyes while you pleasure me."
He closed his eyes momentarily while he searched with his tongue to run it across my clit. I grabbed the back of his head with my hand urging him to lavish me with more affection. He was happy to oblige.
The way he knew how to flicker his tongue around my clit, sucking with his mouth, and then lick around it again, did not feel to me that is was not a boasted skill on his sexual resume. His lips were fuller than any other man I have been with and the sensation they gave me while he kissed and sucked me was unlike anything I have ever experienced.
I tossed my head back and forth on the pillow in my own world. He grabbed my thighs in his hands and I rode his face as he continued to suck and kiss me. I reached down and laced my fingers with his and pushed my pussy harder into his busy mouth.
"Please," I whimpered softly, "I want a kiss, please."
Making his way on top of me I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into a deep yearning kiss. He almost had started to make his way inside me but he stopped himself and kissed his way back down. "I want to make you cum with my mouth, I've been thinking about it since I woke up this morning," he murmured before seeking out my clit again with his tongue.
I allowed myself to drift away little by little and eventually gave in, involuntarily clawing the bed and releasing moans of pleasure as he gave me a deeply gratifying orgasm. Being a true gentleman, he gave me a second one, knowing I needed at least two to feel truly satisfied. It was the third that was unusually hard to achieve and after left me hoarse and sweaty.
