Finally, a chance to catch Sam alone. George had been waiting three weeks since his last encounter with the hot 18 year old living downstairs, and some nights he imagined he could still taste her pussy on his lips. Then again, other nights, he ended up convincing himself that the two of them had not really gone down on each other on two separate occasions. Tonight, though, he was determined to figure out just what the hell was going on. His wife, Jenny, was out at a study session till 10:00 and he knew Sam would be home all night.
George heard Sam coming home, and rushed to the dining room. This was going to be easier than he thought – instead of going to her room, Sam threw her bag down and slumped at the dining room table. She was wearing a short skirt and a loose top and George almost forgot what he came here to do. George was about to start on the topic that had been on his mind for more than a month when he realized that Sam was not really paying attention.
"What's up?" asked George, and nothing could prepare him for Sam's response.
"It's my dildo," said Sam matter-of-factly. "It's just not cutting it. I need something...bigger."
"Oh," stammered George, "I see..."
"I think you could help, though," said Sam with a furrowed brow, as if trying to remember something. "I think I remember that you had something I liked...something that could just do the trick."
Before George could answer, Sam finished her thought/
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that your gorgeous cock – you remember, the one I sucked a few weeks ago – would be a great improvement over my wimpy little dildo."
George agreed, but instead of words all her could say was "Hmm?"
"It takes you a while, doesn't it?" said Sam with an evil grin. Placing both her hands on the table, Sam drew herself up to her full 5'3" height. "I guess I'll have to do this all myself," she said to herself, and climbed upon the table.
Sam's low scooped top fell open as she stalked toward George, her full breasts hanging free. George licked his lips, salivating in anticipation of the luscious fruit he had dreamed about. If Sam's appearance wasn't already catlike enough, she emitted a low "Prrrrrr" as she seductively crawled along the table toward George.
"Like what you see?" she teased, stopping for a moment to admire her own breasts and give a nipple a firm tug. George only nodded, and Sam resumed eye contact and crawled the rest of the way to him.
Sam sat back in front of George, her pussy level with his face, and looked down with a reproachful look. "I never liked this shirt on you." And with that, she ripped it off in one motion. This time it was Sam's turn to lick her lips. She could tell he had a nice body, but this was beyond her imagination. Since George hadn't been having sex and did not get a chance to vent off his frustration any other way, he had been working out five times a week – and it showed. Sam lustfully took in the sight of his toned arms, but what really made her wet was George's hard chest and six pack abs. Sam reached out and softly moaned as she ran her hand down his smooth chest. She felt each ripple of his abs, letting out an audible "Mmm" over each hump, then finally pausing just at the top of his pants.
Locking eyes with George, Sam snaked her hands down into his pants. "Forgot your underwear today?" she asked coyly. "Hmm...guess that makes two of us." And with that Sam sat back and placed both of her ankles on George's shoulder. Taking his eyes off of hers for the first time, George looked straight ahead and saw the same shaved pussy he had licked a couple of weeks ago – and every night in his dreams since. Reaching out and caressing Sam's perfect ass cheeks, George pulled her toward him and sunk his tongue deep into her pussy in one motion.
"Gawwwwd, I have needed that," moaned Sam. "That tongue of yours can work wonders...god damn..."
George heard her but was too busy flicking her clit and plunging two fingers deep in Sam's pussy to really care. Sam laid her head back on the table, her feet wrapping around George's back while grinding her pussy against his fingers. George increased the intensity of his tonguing, lapping up Sam's pussy juices and sliding two fingers in and out of her, and soon recognized the same reaction she had had the last time he was in this position. Sam became rigid and bit her lower lip as her pussy spasmed around George's tongue.
