Kenzi Reinman sat up in bed, slipping off her sleeping mask. Her breathing was heavy, and there was a slight glisten of sweat on her chest, making her white tank top cling to her breasts. She had had an incredibly sexy dream- a forbidden, naughty, delicious dream. It had been about her much older, hot neighbour Mark Grath. He was old enough to be her daddy, but he was sexier than any of the boys at her school. He was a cop, and had a beautiful wife named Dianna and a set of eight year old twins (Maddie and Penny).
The dream had been so hot, though. He had fucked her on his countertop, her ass wet with massage oil and cum, his cock slippery and throbbing for her. She bit her lip, thinking about it, closing her eyes and savouring the memory of the thick, meaty, juicy-
"Kenzi honey, are you up?" Her mother called from downstairs. Kenzi glanced at her alarm clock, cursing as she realized she had overslept.
"Yes, I am!" She called back, voice breathy. She swallowed, fingers creeping beneath the blankets to the hot, wet spot between her legs. She let out a near silent moan as her fingers gently touched her clit, and then a slight gasp escaped her lips as she inserted one finger, then two, recalling the dream and the glorious cock, getting pounded and pounded-
Boom boom came a knock at her bedroom door.
"Can I borrow your black top?" Her sister, Irina, yelled on the other side of the locked door. Kenzi and Irina's mom had never been married, but she'd managed to get pregnant twice. Of course Irina would interrupt her- Irina was always ruining everything for Kenzi.
Kenzi threw back the covers, sighing through her nose. She decided to shower quickly, begrudgingly throwing the requested top to her sister before retreating into the bathroom.
Kenzi stripped off her tank top and panties, cupping her tits, then her ass, as she looked into the mirror at her body. She looked pretty mature for someone who had just turned eighteen, her body curvy in all the right places and slim in the others. She had -what her mother told her- her father's slightly olive skin and her mother's green eyes, and the same shade of honey blond hair as her older sister. She traced her fingers across her perky boobs, pinching the nipples. She let her hand fall farther, trailing past her belly button, but she didn't touch herself again. If she started, she'd have a hard time stopping, and she was already running late.
Kenzi showered quickly, loving the feel of the hot water dripping down her body, the steam making her feel soft and warm. She pushed the thoughts of Mark out of her mind, trying to focus on her schedule for the day at school instead.
Kenzi left her long hair wet, to dry in the summer heat, and slipped into a pair of tight black shorts that let her perfectly plump and round ass cheeks peek out, and an almost backless red lace tank that dipped in the front to show her tits off. She had just enough time to do her makeup and grab her purse, then Irina dropped her off at school before heading to her own office job.
Kenzi stalked into the school, totally distracted. She daydreamed the whole morning, thinking, planning, wondering. She wanted Mark- she needed him. Or rather, she needed his member inside her, needed him to fill her as she was sure only he could.
She had always thought he was smoking hot, for an old man. Until the dream, the thought had never crossed her mind to actually do something about it. Kenzi sighed, looking around at the dweeby guys in her class. They were nothing compared to the forty eight year old. If she got Mark to fuck her, he'd be cheating on his wife Dianna. Going behind the woman's back to put his dick into a sexy little whore-next-door.
A strange tingling warmed Kenzi's pussy. With a jolt, she realized how turned on she was at the prospect of another woman's husband choosing to fuck her instead. Kenzi licked her lips, salivating. She had always been competitive- how could she not be, having a sister that was just as pretty as she was?
The only thing that made Irina more experienced- and therefore better- than Kenzi was... Well, Irina had actually had sex before.
Kenzi felt pathetic enough to admit it, but she was still a virgin. She'd fooled around before- she'd given so many blow jobs she had lost count, and she was good at giving them. But... She'd never been fucked, despite her best efforts.
She had a feeling Mark would change all that.
So she knew what she needed to do, and the more she thought about it, she realized she knew exactly how she had to go about doing it.
Kenzi skipped the afternoon and instead, went out behind the school and dialled a number in her cellphone that she had never tried before- the Grath Household.
She crouched behind a dumpster, listening to the phone ringing.
"Hello?" A gravely, sexy voice said on the other end of the line. Kenzi felt her pulse quicken.
"Hi, Mr. Grath? It's Kenzi Reinman, your neighbour." She tried her best to sound sexy.
"Hey Kenz. How are you?" She tried not to squeel as the nickname washed over her.
"Oh, I'm... Alright. It's just, I don't feel so well, and I'm at school, and my mom can't come pick me up. I just wondered if perhaps you were home...?" And wanted to fuck my brains out?
"Of course! It's one of my days off today, I'll be right there. I'll come to the back." She tried not to let her heavy breathing get into the receiver, especially when he said he would come for her.
The wait was excruciating. Kenzi kept checking her appearance in her compact mirror. Her hair had dried completely, falling down to almost her butt in natural waves. She applied more lipstick.
The black truck finally pulled into the parking lot, and Kenzi felt her stomach do a flip. Even the way he drove was sexy.
She opened the passenger door when the vehicle came to a stop before her, and slipped inside. The air conditioning made it cool, but as she turned to face him, she felt her cheeks warm. He was looking her up and down, not so subtly. The realization made the sweet spot between her legs throb with desire.
Mark looked absolutely delicious- his tan skin against his tight grey t-shirt and dark wash jeans. His black hair, tinged slightly with a few greys, was damp from a shower, and swept out of his dark blue eyes. A muscle in his beautiful jawline feathered as he took in the sight of her.
"Thanks for coming to get me, Mark. I really owe you." On the word owe, she reached out and stroked his large, tight biceps.
"Oh, well, I'm sure we can think of something to return the favour." He said, and smiled at her.
On the drive back, she told him that she had a bad stomach ache, but was feeling a little better. They talked about the pool her family was putting in (she hoped he was picturing her in a bikini), and then the lost dog that their other neighbour had eventually found.
And then it grew quiet, and Kenzi studied his profile as he drove. He smelled so good- she could smell it from here- like musky pine and something spicy. Her gaze fell to his crotch, where the outline of his cock was just visible through his jeans. She bit her lip, then looked up at him- he was looking back at her, his eyes telling her that he knew what she wanted. Kenzi smiled, giggling. She leaned forward, revealing her tits to him, and turned on the radio for the rest of the trip.
When they pulled into his driveway, Kenzi was relieved to see no other cars- in neither her nor Mark's driveway. They got out of the truck, and she pretended to dig into her purse.
"Oh no! I've left my keys in my locker at school!" She said, her eyes playfully catching his. He stood there, trying to read her. She swallowed, suddenly hoping that she wasn't just embarrassing herself.
"Listen, why don't you come over to my place. We could... Play some card games or something. Don't tell anyone, but I'll even let you have a beer or two." Kenzi couldn't help the devious smile that spread across her lips.
She followed him inside, slipping out of her bootie heels at the door. Mark threw his keys in the bowl on the hall table. He went to the fridge and cracked open two beer bottles, handing one to Kenzi. "You've been inside before, haven't you?" He asked, and Kenzi shook her head. "I think you should give me a tour." She said slyly, taking a big gulp of her beer.
He walked her around the house, and in every room Kenzi made a mental note of the best place for him to bend her over. She all but bared her teeth at a framed photo of him kissing his wife. God, she was pretty. All dark hair, ginormous tits, and lips made for cock sucking. But it didn't matter, because today, little baby Kenzi would be the one with Mark's cock in her mouth, not his stupid whore wife Dianna.
"And this," Mark said as he brought her into his and Dianna's bedroom, "is the master bedroom." It was a bright and airy room, no doubt decorated by his wife. Kenzi drained the last of her beer and put the empty bottle down on the hall table, peering into the doorway. The bed had dark grey silk sheets and lots of throw pillows. Kenzi walked into the room and launched herself onto the bed, laughing. She laid down on her back, looking up at the chandelier light and running her hands over the silky bed.
