Peeping Tomassina

I didn't get home till 7:45. It had been a long day, hard days work and I was filthy and smelled pretty foul. I went next door and knocked.

Melissa greeted me with a smile and said "come on in." She was wearing a white, not a T-shirt, more like a nightgown kinda thing, slinky is how I would refer to it. I couldn't help but notice her erect little nipples and did my best not to stare.

"I just got home, and need 30 minutes or so to clean up. I'll be right back"

She said "OK, I'll wait, we got all night." I turned to leave and she shut the door. I turned back around to watch her walk to the living room through the window pane in the door. Delighted to see she had panty lines. I wondered what color? Cotton? Lace? Silk? Nylon? Her favorite pair? You can't even begin to imagine how much of a panty and oral fetish I have.

I headed to my house, took a quick hot shower and shaved. Man, did I shave. My face was as smooth as a baby's ass. I slipped on some nylon running shorts, looked at the bulge and opted for some well broken in jeans, a XL T-shirt and my flip-flops. Grabbed a pint of Wild Turkey out of the freezer and made my way over. Knock Knock.

"That was quick, come in". Not only did she lock the door knob, she locked the dead bolt and then put the chain on. The first thing I noticed was how wonderful she smelled. So fresh and clean with just the tiniest hint of perfume.

"What's in the bag?"

"Oh just a little whiskey out of the freezer."

"The freezer? doesn't it freeze?

I said "No, it's a hundred and one proof and 10 degrees below zero. I like to just sip it from the bottle".

"Can I try it?"

"Yea, but I strongly recommend you cut it with some coke or water on ice. It's got a bite to it.

"I've got coke."

"Then help yourself, but just a little".

We went into the kitchen and she got a glass, filled it with ice and began to pour.

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! Seriously, you might want to take half of that out."

"I'm good!"

"OK, but just sip on it. That should last you all evening".

As we walked back into the living room, she headed straight for the sofa. I sat directly across from her on the floor, the table between us. If she opened her legs even a little I was sure I would get a peek of her panties. She told me she had gone to her "connections" house this morning and got $50 of the best he had to offer and said it should last us through the week. I'm beginning to feel REALLY at home at this point. She took out a bud and her grinder. Gave it a few twists then dumped it out onto what looks like a cafeteria tray. Grabbed the bong from under the table and went to put some fresh water in it. She came back with the bong and a towel, set the bong down, folded the towel in half and laid it on the cushion she was sitting on, I thought it was unusual but didn't pay much mind to it. Then she loaded a bowl and handed it to me.

"You first" as she took a sip of her whiskey and coke. "WOW!, it does have a little bite."

"Just the first couple sips," I replied. "after 2 or 3 you won't even care."

We each took some tokes over the next 20 minutes or so, just relaxing. OH MY, it's some really smooth stuff. The radio on Classic Rock. Just kinda in the background so we didn't have to talk over it.

"Excuse me for just a second" she exclaimed, grabbed her glass and got up and went to the kitchen to fix another drink. I thought it was a good idea and followed her to the kitchen. mine is easy, just pour it in a glass. I went and sat back down on the floor. She walks back into the living room and sets her drink on the table and is just standing there beside me, and begins fiddling with her hair. Putting it in a ponytail.

Just for fun I ask. "What color panties are you wearing today?" She looked at me and gently bit her lower lip and hesitated for a moment, reached down and pulled her nightshirt up to her waist.

"Your favorites of course, the ones' you stole," with a giggle and a coy smile, dropping her shirt.

"I'd sure like to steal them again." I was holding the bong on the floor concentrating on cleaning the stem with one of those fuzzy pipe cleaners when I noticed her step closer. when I looked up she was holding her shirt up with her arms that were crossed. Her panties are just inches from my face.

"No one here is going to stop you! But, they're really wet and creamy" She pointed to the gray towels on the sofa. There was a wet spot the size of a pancake. I turned back toward her and put 2 fingers in each side of the waistband and pulled them down about an inch. She didn't flinch. So another. Then another. Even as I reached her dark black curls she just stood there. I slipped them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

"You weren't kidding! They're not wet, they're soggy" The cotton crotch inside is black. Such a contrast to the frothy white glob of cream in them. I knew she was fresh. So I just licked up the whole mess and asked if there was anymore. She didn't even look surprised.

"Yes in fact, I have a severe condition of extremely overactive Bartholin and Skene glands," and something to do with her cervix. (I have NO "F'ing" clue what she's talking about) Then she proceeds to explain.

"It's like this. On a scale of 1 to 100. You get a girl excited, and on a wet and creamy scale she'll be a 15 to 20, maybe on a great night a 25. You get me excited and I'll be 80 to 90. That make sense?"

"You need to sit down, I'll be right back"

I went to the kitchen, quickly unzipped my pants and rearranged myself so I'd be a bit more comfortable. Zipped up. Went to the freezer. Got my bottle out and took a nice sip. Then to the sink and washed my hands up real good. When I returned she had resumed her position on the towel, feet on the floor.

"Open your legs" She complied and I stepped over the table between them. I'm 6' 4", piece of cake. I sat on the floor cross legged between the sofa and the coffee table, and her legs. Slid my hands under her bottom and pulled it right up to the edge of the sofa seat, she put her feet on the edge of the table and I began to kiss the inside of each of her thighs. One on the right, then one on the left. Move up 1 inch and do it again till I run out of thighs. She has what I would consider a very large clitoris considering she's actually only 4' 10" tall and weighs maybe 95 lbs soaking wet. Which, at the moment, she is extremely wet. Even the insides of her thighs are slick with juice. Her clit and her glistening petals are engorged, I mean SWOLLEN. Her scent is fresh. When I press my tongue against her clitoris she coos. I explore her with my tongue for the next hour or so, not wanting her to cum, just wanting her to feel pleasure while my dick throbs and I lap up her white frothy excitement.

I push 1 finger inside of her. Then two fingers, she likes it as I continue to suckle and my tongue swirls, flutters and explores her sweet little honey hole. "I'm going to cum." She straightens out her legs, heels on the table as her body begins to tense up. I feel her muscles beginning to squeeze my fingers tightly. Then it happens. It feels like....If you've ever had your blood pressure checked. When they wrap that thing around your arm. You know how they have to squeeze that ball about 25 times to pump up the arm band? That's exactly what it felt like. I have to hold her hips still with my other forearm to keep her in my mouth as her body jerks and moans and groans pour from her lips. It's wonderful. Once the contractions begin to fade I slowly slip my fingers out of her warm wetness. My fingers look like they have been coated with the icing you would find on a Cinni-bon. You shouldn't even have to ask. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked till there was nothing of her left. That excited her, she had another contraction and said.

"Here it comes"

I could have filled a shot glass with the cream that flowed from her. I happily lapped up every bit.

We take a break, sip a little, smoke a little. All I can smell is her sex. She cums in my mouth 2 more times. Each seeming more intense than the one before. Then I realized the time. "I gotta go. I need at least a few hours of sleep before I've got to go to work. Would you like to party with me tomorrow night?"

"YES!"

"I'll lock the door on my way out. Good night. See you tomorrow."

"Deal"

I went home thinking she would be asleep by now. She looked TOTALLY SPENT when I left. My light was on, the TV monitor was on. Jingle, jingle. Seriously? I logged in, put my earbuds in. And undressed. OK, so.... My dick is as hard as concrete and here she is at my window in her white night shirt. I hear, "Niiiice, you're going to FUCK ME." Do I have a surprise for her........