"You mean we never made out?" Lisanne asked while placing her drink on the patio table then sitting back in the wicker chair with a puzzled look on her face.
Brett raised an eyebrow while continuing to sip from his chilled glass of bourbon and realized something was amiss.
"Never?" she asked playfully, as she eyed him up and down, and undressed him with her eyes while wearing a seductive smile.
For a brief moment, Brett's mind raced as he thought back to the last three years of his life; the amount of time he had known this amazingly stunning Caribbean beauty. The encounters between the two of them were few and far between. Social gatherings, group happy hours, and live music events are where they had previously crossed paths, but never had they spend more than a few minutes alone in a one-on-one. Still, in those brief moments of shared laughs, some playful bantering, and light flirting, they both recognized the primal lust that was lurking within.
It had been almost a year since Brett last saw her, but a chance encounter at a local restaurant between individual groups of friends had led them to this exact moment. That was when Lisanne told him she was moving overseas in two weeks and apologized for not getting in touch with him to give him the news. It was there where they decided to meet for brunch the following Sunday, and then high-tail it back to Brett's apartment for a couple of drinks.
Now, while sitting out on the deck and making small talk on a steamy late summer's afternoon, their lust for each other was at the boiling point. It was unmistakable, and it was about to spill over.
Brett finished his sip of bourbon, placed the glass on the table next to hers, and shook his head. Just beyond him, across a parking lot that separated his building from the next, he noticed one of his neighbors, with broom in hand, sweeping debris off his deck.
"Nope," he said while turning his attention back to her, then staring directly into her eyes in a mesmerizing manner.
"Never."
"You're kiddin' me?" she replied. "I thought we did at least once?"
Brett knew what was up. She'd have certainly known if that had happened, no matter how much time had passed. They had been in close contact before—many times, and with each encounter, both could feel their pangs of desire become palpable.
Brett leaned back in his seat in a coy manner and continued to gaze into her eyes, knowing exactly would this would do. She felt him violating her visually in unimaginable ways and wanted the full bore of what was in his head. Without saying a word, she got up out of the chair and moved towards him. As she approached, she leaned down and immediately went in for the kill.
As soon as Brett felt her lips on his, he opened his mouth slightly and felt her tongue press forward in a forceful manner. Her hands immediately reached towards his waist then moved up and under his tee shirt, touching his bare skin. Her tongue vigorously circled his and poked at his throat as she moved one leg, then the next, over him and sat down on his lap. She straddled him forcefully and began grinding his crotch with her pelvis, while never taking her mouth off his, and continuing to grope his chest with her hands.
Brett wrapped his arms around her back and quickly found room underneath her blouse just above the small of her back. As soon as touched her bare skin and pressed firmly into her with his fingers did she let out a short moan. He could feel her hot breath almost sear his chin as she sighed, then ran his tongue from the underside of her chin down her neck. He continued running it across her neck then under her ear, then pulled at her skin with his teeth and lips.
Lisanne returned the favor in kind. He could feel her grabbing and biting his neck as he lifted his head up and pulled her even closer, when out of the corner of his eye he saw his neighbor with a stunned and amazed look on his face, staring right at them. Brett smirked upon seeing this and wondered if he might have to answer some uncomfortable questions later, but also realized things were starting to get out of control.
Lisanne had worked herself into a frenzy and her tongue and hands were all over him. She had already unbuttoned his jeans and was in the process of unzipping his fly with one hand while the other was finding its way below his clothes towards his groin. Brett grabbed onto her and stood up as she locked her legs behind his back. She continued to reach for him as he worked his way over to the sliding glass door and opened it with one hand, while holding her firmly with the other. He pulled her inside the apartment, now safely out of the view of his prying neighbor's eyes, and pulled the door shut behind him. It was time to get down to business.
Brett moved her over to the couch and before he could place her down on the soft leather cushions, she released her legs, spun him around, and pushed him backward. He flopped onto the sofa and before his ass even touched the leather, Lisanne had jumped back on him again. She kissed him hard while straddling him and pulling his engorged cock out of his already unbuttoned jeans. She immediately jumped down on it, and in one motion, swallowed all of his length. She deep throated him again and again, before returning to his lips while continuing to pump his well-lubed cock with her hand.
