My neighbor explained that he had promised his wife to help decorate the house for Christmas, but he had an emergency at the office. He said it would go a long way to smooth things over if I were able to come over and grab a couple of boxes out of the attic because when she gets a plan in her head, there's only one way to make her happy. It's not exactly how I wanted to spend my afternoon, but they're neighbors and friends, so of course I said yes.
He thanked me profusely and told me he'd let her know I was coming to lend a hand.
I knocked and she opened the door. To say I was shocked would be an understatement! I thought she knew I was coming over. She was standing before me, shoulder length blonde hair, wonderful smooth legs, wearing an impossibly short plaid skirt and clearly not wearing a bra under her loosely white blouse. I'm not sure if I gasped or not, but she flashed a huge smile when she saw me. She turned to invite me in, and her little skirt fluttered giving me the slightest flash of white panties. As she closed the door, she bent over adjusting the welcome mat outside and the deliberate view of her ass was utterly amazing.
It was incredible and a little awkward. I was friends with them both and I was a little astonished by this blatant display. I stammered out that I could come back at a different time, but she said that this was exactly why her husband called me over. You could have knocked me over with a feather. She must have sensed my shock and confusion because she told me that they both wanted it. If it wasn't already clear, her emphasis on "it" left nothing left to imagine. Well, that, and her panties slipping down to the floor.
She did it in one fluid motion, dropping them to her ankles and stepping out of them like they were a nuisance. It was then I noticed she was also wearing pink gym shoes with little white lacy socks to "complete" the look. Now that her panties were on the floor, she toyed with the hem of her skirt. Very playfully, teasingly moving the bottom back and forth. Eventually lifting it, exposing the very very bare skin of her pussy. I don't know why, but I didn't expect her to be fully shaved. There she was though, right in front of me, holding her skirt up and playfully slipping one finger in and out between her silky lips.
With that view, whatever had frozen me in place let loose like a flood. I moved quickly up to her, grabbed the loose cotton of her nearly unbuttoned shirt, and pulled it open. I think I heard a few buttons pop, but it didn't matter. I had my mouth on her nipples in a flash, pulling one then the other into my mouth deeply. She let out a slight gasp. A little surprised at my abrupt movement but also undoubtedly from the sensations my mouth and tongue on her hardening nipples.
I didn't hesitate as I began steadily licking more of her body. I turned her slightly so I could press her back against the wall and proceeded to lick further and further down. My head was under her short, pleated skirt, and I pressed my tongue deeply into her. This sudden intimate contact forced out another gasp but quickly became a loud moan of pleasure. I was feverish at that point. Licking and sucking and pulling her into my mouth. My hands firmly gripped her ass, keeping her wet pussy on my mouth. I divided her lips with my tongue and pushed strongly against her clit. Holding her body tightly against the wall and probing between her legs with everything I could.
My fingers slid under the curve of her ass and found her wet opening. I pressed one finger up and deeply between her folds. Another loud moan as her fingers dug into my hair. I moved my hand up and down, stimulating her most sensitive nerves from the inside. All the while still concentrating on giving my tongue to her clit as best I could. I wanted to make her convulse and flood from my touch. I wanted to taste more of her. I could feel her legs shaking as I knelt before her, devouring her.
She wanted more though too. She struggled to push my face away from her wet pussy and bent down to kiss me. Hard, with her tongue slipping into my mouth. She lay back on the hallway floor with her blouse open, breasts and hard nipples exposed. She had her shoes and little lace socks placed firmly on the floor with her knees bent. Her plaid skirt did nothing to hide her open and wet pussy. Her skirt, socks, open shirt were just like every dirty fantasy I'd concocted. Her body and entire outfit cried, "fuck me".
