This is my first try at erotica...Maybe it will be okay for a newbie. LOL
The sweltering heat of the sun poured down on Iris's lithe young body. She pushed a platinum blonde lock behind her ear and reshifted her sunglasses on her nose. A sigh escaped her luscious pink mouth as the form of a man began to taking shape in her mind. As she lay sunbathing on the deck behind her house, she thought of her neighbor. He was tall, tanned, dark-haired, with devilish blue eyes, and great buns. He was in his late thirties, married, and charming as hell.
Underneath her tiny green bikini top, Iris's perky breasts strained to be free and her nipples became taut. She placed a hand palms down on her flat stomach and the other on the lounge chair; wiggling her body. Trying to get comfortable. Her thoughts intensifying the heat. She thought about going over to his house while he was all alone. Naturally he would invite her in because he was polite. She would drink him in with her big green eyes. Taking notice of his dark blue shirt, striped tie, and black dress slacks. He would offer her something to drink. They would awkwardly chat about mundane daily affairs like they normally did when they saw each other.
Iris would move across the short distance between them and silence his chatter with a brush of her fingers on his lips. Her breathing suspended as she slowly leaned her bikini clad body against him. She would let him see the desire in her eyes. Tentatively she would brush her lips against his and lean into his chest so he could feel her hardened nipples through his shirt. Still no response from him she would cup the back of his head with shaking hands and moan gently as she invaded his mouth with her tongue. Seeking out his participation in her exploration.
He would allow is for a few seconds and then grab her hands at the wrists, jerking her away from him. Dazed and hurting from the rejection she would turn to run out of the door. He would then change his mind. Coming up behind her with his hand pushing the door shut, he would kiss the back of her neck gently and tell her they shouldn't be doing this. He was married and she was too young. Twenty wasn't young at all to her. She would savor the feeling of him kissing her neck, place her hand behind his head as she moaned; unable to control it from escaping her throat. She would enticingly move her tight bottom against his burgeoning erection.
He would reach around to slide one hand underneath her top pinching a rosy bud while the other hand grasped her hip to pull her closer to him as he grinded his hard cock against her. Not wanting him to change his mind again she would turn around, kiss him passionately and thoroughly. He would break contact and laughingly tell her they needed to move somewhere more appropriately than right near the front door. As he pulls her into his bedroom she then takes the initiative to become in control. She takes her hands and pushes him back onto his marriage bed.
Then straddles him. Leaning forward she pulls him up by his tie so that she can kiss him once more. As he takes hold of her bottom and grinds upward she moans into his mouth. Allowing him to drop back down; she takes off his tie and makes sure to lick and kiss his exposed skin as she unbuttons his dress shirt. She then impatiently pulls his shirt from his pants. As he laughed and moaned excitedly she would run her soft hands across his hairy chest and abdomen. She would grind down on him hard while she sucks and bites his male nipples.