White BBW dominates sexy Black couple.
The air was palpable with a thick, heavy heat. It dripped off of Brooke's sweet mocha colored skin like warm honey. She stretched her long limbs in the lounge chair and rolled onto her stomach, day dreaming about what the summer might hold for her. Nothing of notable interest had presented itself as of yet, but Brooke knew. Something was coming. Her thick black hair fell across her face and stuck to the thin sheen of sweat there. She brushed it away with annoyance and sat up. 'It is way to hot to be outside today.' She said to herself, standing. She looked to the cool blue water of the swimming pool, considering a swim. The still surface of the water reflected the deeply colored, cloudless sky. Stepping to the edge, she dipped her toe in. It was cooler than the humid air, but still warm. She paused, smoothing her tiny black swimsuit over her ample breasts. Though she was barely nineteen she had the body of a woman, full soft breasts, gently sloping hips, and a thick round ass that drove men crazy. She knew it did because she had caught too many of her dad's friends and clients staring, slack jawed, as she walked through a room. She always loved it too, especially when she would find one sitting alone. She would saunter passed in a tiny skirt and no panties, swaying her hips even more than usual. And she could always find one reason or another to bend at the waist in front of them, giving her ass a little wiggle or arching her back just so. Then, with a knowing smile, she would leave the room while they adjusted their pants. It was rotten behavior, she knew, but what else was going on? She spent most of her time alone in the big empty house while her dad traveled everywhere on business. She had been alone for just a few days this time around. Her girlfriends were already boring her. The guys her age were always such a drag, and without her dad's client's to tease she found herself daydreaming more and more.
"Your fucking kidding me!" A woman's delighted squeal broke her reverie. Brooke looked in the direction of the neighbor's house. A man and woman had just pulled into the drive behind it. The woman was gorgeous. Tan and blonde with huge tits that bounced naturally as she jumped up and down, surveying her surroundings. She giggled as he pulled her into his massive arms. "This place is awesome!" She kissed him with full pouted lips then pulled away to see all there was to see. The man followed behind her lifting a couple pieces of luggage out of the trunk of a rental car. The muscles of his forearms bulged as he carried the heavy bags.
"I told you you'd like it." His voice was friendly and cheerful, making him sound younger than he was. Though, he couldn't have been that old. He had dark, shaggy hair and a reddish goatee, trimmed close to his face. His lips were the kind that beg to be kissed They curved in a handsome smile. She crept closer to the neighboring yard, remembering something her dad had said about the neighbors trading houses with some Midwestern couple for two weeks. She had written it off as wholly uninteresting, expecting frumpy middle aged people with pressed khakis, cheap polos, and matching visors. She had been wrong. This couple was hot.
From the highest point of her yard she could see most of the neighbors pool and hot tub. It also offered her a view of a wide open picture window. Due to some clever landscaping, Brooke could watch, remaining completely concealed. The couple walked up to the house. His eyes never left his lady friends ass as he trailed along behind her. Dropping the bags at the back door , he fished in his pocket for the keys. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
Brooke felt a little bad as she shared their tender moment (unbeknownst to them). But, there was an excitement that outweighed the bad feeling. They had an allure that she couldn't deny. She watched as the pretty blonde's hands trailed off of the man's neck, and down his chest. Her tender kisses making their way to his neck. He found the keys and unlocked the door. Then, taking her in his arms again, he crushed her to his chest, kissing her mouth hungrily. Her hands found themselves tangled in his hair as he pressed her against the doorframe. He said something quietly, still holding her tightly. Brooke strained to hear, but she was too far away. Another giggle pealed from the blonde. He let her go and slapped her ass with a loud crack as she ran into the house. Turning as he lifted one of the bags onto his broad shoulders, he scanned the tall shrubs that Brooke peaked through. His eyes narrowed when they passed over where she stood. He cracked a wry smile, turned into the house, and closed the door.
Brooke stood still, hand over her heart. It fluttered as though she'd been caught doing something she knew she shouldn't be. Had he seen her? It didn't seem to matter. After just a short moment, she saw the couple again through the window. It looked into a bright sunroom with two couches facing each other and a large coffee table in the center.
The woman entered first. Her long blonde hair flowing over her bare shoulders, brushing the tops of her huge tits. She had stripped to nothing somewhere else and walked slowly to one of the couches. Sprawling herself out upon one, she stretched her arms over her head and sank into the soft green cushions. Her knees fell apart slightly revealing her small dark triangle of hair. She slid one hand over one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple, then over her smooth golden stomach to that dark patch of hair. She toyed with herself absently as she looked around the room, obviously waiting. She turned towards the doorway to the right and grinned, saying something Brooke couldn't hear. In walked her companion.
They made them well in the Midwest, Brooke thought as she watched him cross the room, smiling and talking. He was bare-chested, still wearing his faded blue jeans. His wide chest and shoulders were adorned with tattoos. She couldn't make out much more than their bright colors, as he closed in on the woman. She sat up to make room for him beside her. He closed her in his arms and kissed her again, slow and sensual. She responded, holding his face in her hands, pushing her body against his. His huge hands traveled the length of her naked body, running over her shoulders and chest, just grazing her tits, then over her belly and hips, down her thigh to the crook of her knee. He pulled it around his waist as he leaned into her, pushing her back onto the pillows. Brooke could see them both smiling, talking, saying things in what she was sure were hushed sexy voices. The sounds of her yard seemed miles away as she watched, though foliage and glass as the couple explored each other's bodies. Then suddenly, he scooped her up and lay her across the coffee table. Her mouth opened in what was a silent squeal from Brooke's point of view. She arched her back away from the cool table top. Her tits bounced as she laughed and squirmed. His hands ran the length of her torso, squeezing at her tits then back down over her hips, and along her thighs. He spread them apart and admired her with hungry eyes. After a long pause of admiration, his hands and mouth went to work, feasting on her body. He sucked at her nipples, kissed along her ribcage, inching his way down her body and off of the couch.
Brooke's pussy ached at the sight. She imagined herself spread out beneath his knowing hands and tongue. Her nipples were hard and ultra sensitive rubbing against the rough mesh of her swimsuit. She leaned a little further out, wanting a better view. Her hand steadying her on the fence that separated the two yards.
The blonde woman's beautiful body writhed with utter delight as the man's mouth found her dark thatched mound. Her hands flew into his hair and clutched at it desperately. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, working her with is mouth. Brooke could tell how much he loved it as he knelt on his knees with her legs draped over his shoulders. The couch had long since been pushed back to make room for his tall, hulking frame.
Then, suddenly, he stood and said something. The woman quickly stood and climbed onto the couch, her elbows on the back, her ass in the air, wiggling in anticipation. With one hand he unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his boxers off of his hips. Stepping out of them, he held his stiff cock in the other hand. He slapped at her ass, her hips bucked in response. Then, he drove it into her, clutching her hips and pumping hard. Her eyes closed, she rolled her head back towards him, her lips moaning, her brow knit. Brooke pressed her fingers against her throbbing clit as she watched her new neighbors fucking like animals. It was too much. She gripped the fence and rubbed her clit slow at first. The man lifted one of his legs, placing his foot beside his lady's knee. His thrusts were slower but with the same force. Brooke watched the lovely blonde woman's silent screams as he thrust himself deeper and deeper. She could just imagine the sounds that filled the neighbors house. There was, however, something strangely sexy about the scene with no sound. It was almost like a dream.
