Ruthless 3: Sabrina and Tequila
Oh, Sabrina, how you torment me. My next door neighbor, the luscious and indescribably built woman I have now been the "victim" to twice, has captured my complete attention. I plan my days around when she may or may not leave the house, or when she might be tending to something in the back yard...but I digress. If you are joining me for the first time in this tale of Sabrina and her merciless teasing ways, you might want to catch the first two parts (Ruthless Tease and RT2)...if not, not a problem, hope you can relate and enjoy.
I was staring at the note, handwritten on a pink tablet of paper, and folded into the crack of my front door when I got home from work.
"Scott, bored out of my skull, and no husband to torture...drop by for a cocktail or two?" Sabrina, it was signed. And scented. Oh hell.
I realized I had been re-reading it for a few minutes, my workbag still draped over my shoulder, and the door ajar. I felt the nervous rush in my blood and the imaginations of my fertile dreams dancing in my mind's eye as I pictured her...again. For those that don't know already, Sabrina, the wife of my next door neighbor, is a fantastically wicked tease, loving my desire for her...from ANY man I might add. And with her impossible body, gorgeous, huge and firm breasts that are copper-brown tanned, a waist so tiny that her tits stood out from the sides of her tiny rib cage, and a teenager's ass that is so firm and round that it looks like it would fit in one outstretched hand, it's easy to see why. Her long dark hair with auburn streaks and her smoldering eyes and full lips, were only complimented by her sexy tongue piercing and belly piercing which she always showed off.
Maybe this was the time it would be more than a tease? Perhaps that was all just an intricate foreplay designed by her to get the lust at a fever pitch before giving in? But to tease me so much...so ruthlessly, until I could not control myself and squirted huge ropes of cum into my pants...all with her knowing eyes watching...well, maybe I was really dreaming after all. The only thing I knew for sure: I was absolutely going to see her every chance I had. Period.
Frankly, I was more than a little excited by the idea. Perhaps with the mewling husband out of the way, I could receive the direct attention of this sexual force all to myself! I hurried into the living room, dropped my bag and darted upstairs to change. Some loose fitting khaki pants, a light polo shirt and sandals and I was ready for what she might bring.
I grabbed a bottle of tequila, and zipped next door, clearing my throat and pressing the buzzer. Seconds later the door opened, and there she was in a towel! I lost some concentration, as her hair was wet and dripping on her shoulders and down her unbelievable cleavage. The way her forearm was pressed to them made her breasts look even bigger...amazing.
"Got any salt and lime?" I said.
"Sure Scooter...come on in and make comfy! I'm going to dry this mop of mine and I'll be right down. Horrid day at the gym today...ugh...men!" She was off and bounding up the stairs at the last comment.
I put the tequila on the coffee table and tried to act comfortable on the couch waiting for my dream woman to come back in. I never know just what she is going to do to me, only that it will surely dominate my every fantasy for weeks to come. I was totally on edge. When she came back down she was in a neon green bikini top that was BARELY there, and a matching thong bottom, covered with a sexy gauze sarong which was wrapped low on her hips showing her sexy tummy to its fullest. The top was a miracle in Lycra. I think MINI is too big. This was mini-mini. And the contrast of the green on her perfect tan was devastating, not to mention her firm tits were capped by irresistible nipples that were hard under the thin top. I was in trouble...but I loved it.
"Let's catch up in the hot tub, I'll bring some limes and salt...want beer too?" she offered. "Absolutely, and yes, please", I came back. When she turned to walk away, I was hypnotized by the sight of her perfect ass bouncing playfully in her thong, clearly visible through the transparent wrap. She had never looked so sexy, and I imagined her on the beach, oiling herself and watching the world fall in lust with her. Powerful sexy woman.
"I'm over here!" I heard her say around the corner, towards the back of the house. I found the rear door and saw her heading toward a beautiful sunken hot tub, clouds of steam rising above it. She set the beer and limes down and turned towards me, arms folded, one hand playing with the dangling gem on her necklace that kept falling between her luscious tits. "So what are you going to wear?" she asked.
Oh crap! I had not thought of that. "uh...well", I stammered. She grinned and slowly walked towards me, rolling her hips. I tried not to look, but my eyes danced across her amazing curves. "Well, Scooter, I guess you could peel off those pants and that shirt and jump in before I look...", she was now close enough to smell (rose petals and coconut cream). "But maybe that might be inappropriate, right?" She pouted a little and I think I got a bit dizzy.
"Well, Sabrina, I think.." I wanted to grab her so badly, just one time.
"No, Scott, you might get the wrong idea about me, you being naked and all. I know we are friends, but maybe that would put to much pressure on us, yes?" I was watching in awe as her nipples hardened even further, and she did nothing to hide their arousal. "I have an idea...open our beers and I'll be right back!"
I fumbled with the beers, and poured two shots of tequila into the glasses she had brought out, and cut us some lime wedges. Taking a big gulp of beer I slowly calmed myself a bit. Damn she was hot, and I always seemed to lose it! I can't tell if it is how sexy she is, or the fact she KNOWS I want her that gets me so aroused...to hell with it...I love it either way.
"Here you go Scooter," her voice was right in my left ear, tickling me there. I stood upright and was about to turn around, when she said, "hold on...let me see something." She then pressed up behind me, squashing her tits firmly into my back. I could feel their weight and feel them flatten into me, then she brought both of her arms around my waist from behind, holding some light blue swim shorts. She then held them in front of my crotch and "tested" the size against me, still whisper-talking in my ear.
"My husband is a bit smaller than you Scooter, but these fit him big" as she stretched the material across my waist, covering my hardening groin. With one arm she held the waistline against mine, and with the other she pretended to be flattening the material and brushing away folds and wrinkles. In actuality it was brushing and rubbing right across the cock that I was trying to keep from getting too hard in front of her...again. "Is this OK, Scott?", she asked still brushing the growing bulge under her hand.
"Um, yes...ok, I think," I managed to say. With that she giggled, backed away from me and said, "good! Then slip off your stuff and slide these on, and no one will be the wiser, yes?" I was in a bit of a bind, a good half hardon trying to jut out from my pants, and this dream vision doing her best to get me that way, AND I was supposed to strip and change. She read my mind: "Is it embarrassing to change in front of a woman Scott?" She was biting a lime and knocking back a tequila as she smiled at me and questioned my braveness. One eyebrow was arched in challenge.
"Well, no, of course not...just didn't want to offend you, Sabrina..." I thought it sounded good.
"Then get in the shorts and join me, silly! I won't watch you showing your thing, I'm getting in myself." She turned only sideways, showing me her amazing tits and began to undo her wrap. I was trying to hurry through the strip and change as fast as possible, but the view was killing me. The wrap dropped to the ground and she bent to get it and lay it over a chair, and watching her tits spill out of the top of her suit was an incredible sight. Then she put a band around her long hair, arms overhead, making them dance and wiggle under my view. Quickly pulling up the shorts, I realized that even these were kind of small, and there was no lining in them either. This was going to put my situation on even brighter display. I'm sure she knew that all along.
Before jumping in, I grabbed my tequila shot, threw it back and took my beer to the tub and sank in, relishing the heat AND the coverage.
