I'm not particularly special. I'm not shy or overt in nature, nor am I verbose in words. I take care of myself, go to the gym, eat relatively well and I put the right amount of gel in my hair. I have many friends, male and female and I'm fairly well-liked. I guess I'm average. Maybe I'm even boring. But I'm ok with that, because I can entertain myself with an excellent imagination.
I'm human. I like watching TV, having pizza and beer when the occasion calls for it (which is most weekends with my buddies), I watch porn and I like sex. I don't have a girlfriend, but I've had my fair share of experiences. I have desires like any 20-something, confident, well-groomed, fairly good-looking (if I do say so myself) kind of guy and I like to entertain them.
Tonight, though, I have no plans, so I'm sitting in the dark on my couch, contemplating life. When I get like this -- analytical and self-exploratory -- I generally end up falling asleep before I can discern my next great advance in life. But for some reason, tonight I'm horny. I have no basis for this other than being of the male species. I didn't see a particularly hot chick on TV who got my juices going, as they say. I don't even have someone to think about while I jack off to whatever images I may see or conjure in my mind's eye. I just noticed that I'm rock hard for no specific reason and I'm marveling at the incredible sight that is my cock in my hand.
It's somewhat pathetic that I'm home alone, doing what I'd rather be doing with the girl next door. Not literally... That's just a figure of speech. Or is it? Now that I think of it, there's a pretty hot new neighbour who I've seen jogging up and down the street, ass tight in her Lulu Lemons, tits bouncing as she runs. She has tight abs, smooth legs, and a long, dark ponytail that she wears loosely on top of her head, with strands falling around her almond-coloured face. Her eyes are dark and piercing, which I've only noticed because she's waved a few times when she's seen me on the stoop as I've collected the morning paper.
I have no idea what her name is, but right now, my cock doesn't care. I'm not even aware of it, but I've taken myself completely out of my boxers, my eyes are closed and my hand is moving slightly faster on my dick than it was thirty seconds ago. The neighbour is in my mind and suddenly, the tank top she normally wears has become a lacy, black bra. Her capri Lulu's are a matching thong and she's in my living room. I can't imagine this would ever really happen. I'm not special, but I guess I'm not bad. Maybe I should give myself more credit, because there she is and the wetness I feel on my fingers could very well be either of us.
She must be thirsty after her run, because, dressed in her barely-there's, she grabs a glass of water and drinks most of it down in a few seconds. The rest, she dips her fingers in and splashes her face, and beads of water drip onto the roundness of her upper breasts. Did her tits just go up a size? Yes, I think they did. She smiles at me seductively, because, really, there's no other way for me to imagine this. She sees me lazily sitting on the couch with a hand on my cock and she looks almost disappointed that it's not her doing the work. She moves toward me and I'm getting excited, wondering what she intends to do. She can only want to please me in every way imaginable, given that this is my fantasy. My pre-cum is oozing in anticipation and I am forced to take my hand off of myself to allow her to get to work.
She doesn't take her sharp eyes off of mine, which drives me wild and makes me anxious at the same time. She's now kneeling in front of me, my legs spread and she has a coy smile that tells me that I'm going to enjoy this, as if there was another choice. She slowly reaches out and takes my hard dick in her hand and I shiver at her light touch. With her thumb, she ever so slowly swirls my juices over my head and the electricity shocks me. I groan and wonder where the sound came from, as I was fairly sure that I was not a moaner.
Enthused by my response, she leans forward, not diverting her gaze from my face until she has no further choice and suddenly, my cock is in her warm mouth. Barely moving, she tickles the head with her tongue, circling it, pressing against its most sensitive underside. Even more slowly, she begins to swallow me, pushing my shaft deeper into her mouth, all the while, washing me with broad strokes of her tongue. Her hand is pushed to the base of my dick and when she comes up for air, it mounts with her, pumping me so infuriatingly slowly, once, twice, three times until she gingerly takes me in again. I can't help but push my hips up toward her and I cringe each time she pulls away. I want her to work her faster and make me cum all over her face, but at the same time, I find myself enjoying this tantalizing tease more than I thought I would. Whose fantasy is this, really?
