I knew who you were when you rang the doorbell. I have watched you for over a year, my hot young married neighbor from down the street.
I like to watch you do things outside your house and I can't resist sliding my hand down my pants, stroking my clit and thinking about sliding my hand down your pants...
You mow the lawn with no shirt on and I love to drive slowly by in my convertible, catching your eye as the sweat rolls down your back. You always smile and wave like a good neighbor.
But then I see you look at me when you drive by, your wife in the car. I see the look in your eyes mirrors my own, hungry . . .
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One summer day I'm out back by the pool in my bikini bottom, no top thanks to my private yard. I've been out here all morning, greasing up with suntan lotion, paying special attention to my breasts, kneading the lotion in and rubbing my big nipples. As I lie in my lounge chair, I half doze off, warm and sleepy in the sun, thinking about the things I need to get up and do.
Soon I just can't lie there any more. I'm hot and ready for a drink, so I throw on my little cover up and make my way through the back door and into the kitchen. Just as I put the ice cubes in a glass, the doorbell rings.
I peek out the front door and as I see you there, I think, "Great, here I am all hot, sweaty and smelling of suntan lotion and you have to appear."
With a devilish gleam in your eye you ask, "May I borrow a cup of sugar?" I just laugh as you proffer the empty cup and tell you to follow me. We go into the kitchen and I can feel your eyes on my ass as I lead the way.
As we enter the kitchen, I hear you stop by the back door, the blinds rattling as you look out at the pool. I turn and sneak a peek at you, looking you over from head to toe. You are just as fine up close and in person as you are in my fantasies. I watch your big hands on the blinds and can feel myself getting wet as I think about you running them up and down my body...
I suddenly realize you have turned around and are speaking to me, and I can feel my guilty blush creeping up my neck to my face.
"Do you use this pool often?" You ask, apparently not for the first time as I see you raise one eyebrow and smirk at me.
"Yes, I love to swim laps and swim daily if the weather's nice," I reply, looking down into the cup I'm holding. I feel like an idiot, standing here blushing like a schoolgirl, but feeling my nipples getting hard just the same.
I realize then that I'm only wearing this little cover up and you can probably see right through it, so I cross my arms in front of my breasts and think, "Get a grip girl!"
"What are you making that you need sugar?" Is all I can think of to say.
"Not sure yet," You reply, and walk toward me, still smiling but now with a look in your eye that sets off alarm bells in my head.
Turning quickly, I beat a hasty retreat to the counter where the sugar canister sits, thinking to myself, "Give him the sugar and get him the hell out of here." I have always been a huge flirt, but I feel way out of my depth here. You are one really fine looking man, but you're married and so young and this whole encounter is starting to make me nervous.
As I reach to get the canister of sugar, I feel you press into my back, your hardness rubbing my ass.
I jump as you growl deep in your throat, "You know I don't need any sugar, baby."
I try to turn around, stuttering, "Wha...what did you say?" but you hold me against the counter and begin to rub yourself against me harder, working your hard cock between my legs.
"No!" I say, "This isn't right! You have a wife, you can't just come in here..." But you cut me off by pulling my head back hard by my hair and sticking your tongue in my mouth. You suck my bottom lip in your mouth, biting down and pulling it through your teeth, making me forget what I was saying.
Still pulling my hair, you kiss me again hard, until I can't breathe, almost shoving your tongue down my throat. You growl again, mumbling something into my mouth about "You fucking tease."
You bite my shoulder then run your tongue up my neck and across my cheek, nipping and licking my face. I try to turn away, but you have your hand tangled deep in my long hair, using it to steer my head any way you like.
Holding me by the arm and grabbing the glass of ice off the counter, you pull me stumbling down the hall to the master bedroom.
I'm excited, but really scared too. I don't know you at all, and here you are in my home manhandling me and ordering me around. And yet, I stand here breathing heavily, my chest heaving, waiting to see what your next move will be.
Putting the glass on the nightstand, you turn around and look at me. The look in your eye says, "I'm going to eat you for lunch." A shiver runs down my spine.
Walking slowly across the room to me, you tell me, "Take off that top now." You're smiling, but the smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. I hesitate, and by then it's too late, you're right in front of me.
