It was one of those gorgeous summer nights that you dream about all winter long, nary a cloud in the sky, warm and dry. The sun hadn’t set until after 10 o’clock and a twinkling array of stars was blanketing the sky. It was still early enough in the year so that the mosquitoes aren’t out. As I reclined in the Jacuzzi, I took a sip of my Ol’ Grandad on the rocks. The strong amber liquid burned straight down to my pleasure zone, spreading a warmth from within as the hot bubbling water spread its warmth from without.
This is the life, I thought to myself. All I need now is the girl. I began to hum the tune, remembering the old Frank Sinatra version from the album he did with Ellington. “I got the time, and the place and the rhythm, all I need’s the girl to go with ’em!” I sang aloud to myself. Good thing the neighbors were gone for the weekend.
Of course, I probably wouldn’t be sitting here in their hot tub if they were home. Sure, they were always inviting me over to use it whenever I wanted, but I always felt strange about using it since they hardly ever did. I couldn’t remember the last time they had. If fact, the last time I had seen someone jump in was when their daughter was home from college for the weekend and that was late last summer. Oh well, I was here and enjoying the warmth, the strong liquor and the beautiful evening. I let my head fall back onto the plush rest and my eyes closed.
Somewhere, far away, someone was playing some smooth jazz on a stereo. A car or two passed by occasionally, but otherwise it was quiet and peaceful, one of the reasons I had moved into this neighborhood. Without opening my eyes, I reached blindly over to pick up my bourbon and take a sip. Another few minutes and I’ll be in heaven, I thought dreamily to myself. I could hear the sound of a neighbor’s car pulling into their driveway and then the car door slam a bit afterwards. No mind of that, I thought. Let’s just relax and continue to unwind. I shifted to get a stronger push from the jets on my lower back. That’s better! This is the life!
Suddenly the scraping sound of the patio door screeched in my ear, waking me from my reverie. Startled, I sat up abruptly and turned to see a figure moving out from the house onto the deck.
“Hello?” I called out in the darkness.
“Who’s there?” replied a scared female voice.
“It’s me, Sam,” I replied. “From next door.”
“Oh, Sam!” answered Tracey, the neighbor’s daughter, whom I could barely see in the starlight. “You scared the Bejeesus out of me!” she exclaimed moving closer to the hot tub, yet remaining a shadow in the darkness.
“Here, let me put the lights on so you don’t trip,” I remarked, reaching over to the control panel. The underwater lights flickered on at my touch and Tracey became more than a shadowy form in the darkness, clutching her towel to her breast, a little robe pulled about her tall, slender frame. Her long brunette hair was pulled back from her face and pinned up on her head. Her large dark brown eyes twinkled in the flickering light. “I hope you don’t mind. Your folks are always after me to use this thing and I thought I’d take advantage while they’re out of town.”
“I had the same thought myself,” she said with a nervous little laugh. “I sure didn’t expect to find anybody out here, especially with the lights off.”
Although I could barely make out her features in the dim light, I remembered her well from the parties her parents had thrown over the last few years. She was tall and slim like her mother in an all-American way, sort of a log-stemmed American Beauty rose. I remembered last Labor Day when her family had thrown a great holiday picnic. I had been seated on one of the deck benches when Tracey had stepped up to serve herself from the table. As she bent over to reach one of the dishes, the hem of her snug little khaki shorts rode up the cheeks of her ass revealing the most perfect mounds I had ever seen. I remembered looking around to see if anyone else had caught a glimpse of her or of me checking her out. It’s funny how you remember certain things about people, often out of context. Well, I pleasantly remembered the vision of that beautiful young ass.
“Well come on in,” I said, sitting over on the far side so that she could climb in. “The water’s fine!”
“Well, yeah. Maybe in a minute,” she said with a cute little laugh. “I think I need to change though.”
“This isn’t a formal party, Kiddo. I hear the dress code is casual.”
“Well, I’m a little too casual,” she laughed nervously, keeping her distance. “I’m not wearing a suit.”
“Is that so?” I remarked, trying not to leer in the flickering shadows of the deck. “Go ahead if you want, but I promise that I’ll behave myself. You know, Good Neighbor Sam and all that.”
“It’s not that. It’s just that, well, you know … ” she smiled, the whites of her eyes and teeth twinkling like the stars.
“Oh, I think I get it,” I said. “You’re having somebody over. Well, hey. No problem,” I said pushing myself up from the hot bubbles. “I’ll clear out for you and your boyfriend, then.”
It wasn’t until I was standing and ready to climb out from the tub when I remembered that all I had on was an old pair of swimming shorts that didn’t have anything underneath, and although they were a baggy pair, they clung to my body like a second skin. I could see her eyes grow large as she stared at my manly pride, perfectly outlined in the light flickering up from the tub. Perhaps the memory of her sweet little ass had had an affect on me after all.
“No, wait,” she said fidgeting. “You can stay. It’s not that at all. I mean, I’m not meeting anybody or anything,” she proclaimed. “It’s just that I would feel kind of funny being naked in the tub with someone I don’t know all that well.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you what,” I said, slipping back down into the froth. “I’ll take my suit off so we’ll both be naked.”
She giggled nervously and looked at me. For a moment the smile on her face disappeared and I thought she might tell me to get lost or turn away in disgust. Then the smile returned.
“Okay, Good Neighbor Sam,” she said. “But I want to see your suit first. Off of you. And you have to turn the light off.”
“Okay,” I said, easing my shorts down and past my ankles. “How’s this?” I asked, holding my dripping shorts up for viewing.
“All right. Now the lights!” she giggled.
I pressed the button on the control panel and the flicking light from below the bubbles was extinguished. In the dim starlight I could see her drape her towel on the rack beside the tub next to mine. With a slow deliberation, she pulled at the belt of her robe. As it opened up, she shrugged it off her shoulders and hung it on the rack. Although I could see her pale blue colored robe, the outline of her body was swallowed by the shadows. As she mounted the ladder and stepped into the tub, I could make out the shape of her trim backside as it disappeared into the bubbling frothy water. She was a trim girl, with beautiful breasts that wiggled nicely as she settled herself down into the tub. Mindful of our state of dress or lack thereof, we were polite and careful to sit at opposite corners of the tub. As our eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, I could begin to make out her pretty features in the dim light. It appeared as if she was rubbing her hands all over her body beneath the surface.
“This feels so good!” she remarked, bringing her arms up to rest them on the side of the tub.
I took another sip of my bourbon.
“What are you drinking?” she asked meekly.
“Bourbon on the rocks. Would you like a sip?”
“Sure,” she answered, leaning toward me slightly.
I held out my glass so that she could take a sip.
“Whoa!” she said with a cough. “That stuff is strong!”
“It’s an acquired taste, Kiddo.”
“I’m not a kid,” she protested strongly. “You can call me Tracey.”
“All right. Tracey it is.”
“Kiddo sounds like something you would call a child.”
“Well, let’s see. You are a kid to me. You’ve just finished your junior year, right?”
“So that makes you what 20 or 21?”
“Twenty-one next month,” she said.
“So doing some quick math, let’s see, that means that I graduated from high school the year you were born.”
She laughed nervously at my hasty addition.
“You’re not that old are you?” she said looking quite surprised. “You look lots younger.”
“Thanks,” I replied shyly. “Must be all the clean living in my past.”
“Well, that isn’t any fun,” she replied with a laugh, before taking a close look at me in the moonlight.
“I can’t believe you’re that old. I mean, not that you’re all that old.”
“I am,” I said frankly. “But should it make any difference?”
“Not to me,” she said with a shake of her head, her eyes looking at me defiantly. “Besides I think there’s something kind of sexy about older guys.”
“Well, given our present circumstances, maybe we should let that topic lie there.”
She laughed again, a more comfortable laugh. “Can I have another sip of your strong medicine?”
“Sure, why don’t you take it all? I’ll be the drunk and swill it from the bottle.”
She laughed again as I handed her my glass. I pulled the cap from the Ol’ Grandad and took a swig. As we sipped, we began to talk, small talk at first about her life at university and my life at work. She asked me about my divorce and ex-wife and I told her I had had to cut an alimony check this afternoon; I asked her about her boyfriend at school, and she told me that they were supposed to go out tonight but he called at the last minute to cancel. It seemed obvious that those were not topics that either of us wanted to discuss. So our conversation soon returned to the beautiful night, being neighbors, and sitting naked in a hot tub.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said meekly.
“What, drink bourbon?”
“No, sit naked in the tub with a man,” she remarked with a little girlish smile. “And drink bourbon. After my graduation party, my girlfriends and I got naked and jumped in, but just that once, and it’s not the same.”
“But you were going in by yourself.”
“Yeah, cuz you weren’t supposed to be here.”
“Well, I am, and you were the answer to my prayer.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, before you popped up, I was thinking while sitting here, with a glass of strong drink and a sky full of stars, that all I needed was a girl.”
“And here I am,” she said, holding out her glass. “More, please?”
“Just a splash, young lady. You’re not rightfully drinking age.”
She laughed. Her smile sparkled in the dim light. She sat up and leaned forward to hold her glass toward me. I could see the roundness of the upper parts of her breasts as they bobbed near the surface, the pink nipples flirting with the night air and my eyesight. As I poured into her glass, she slipped over onto the seat beside me, and then settled back.
“I like this seat best,” she remarked her eyes closing. “The jets do me just right.”
“This one works for me,” I remarked, settling back after taking a swig from the bottle.
“I think they design them differently for men and women,” she said matter-of-factly.
“And I’ll drink to the difference!” I said, hoisting the bottle up.
“Me too!” she said joining in my toast. “Man, I could get real used to this stuff. Except that it’s going right to my head.”
“Well, take it easy. It’s really for sipping.”
“Okay,” she said, setting her glass on the ledge to her side. She leaned back slipping her body down. As she did so her hand brushed my hip. “Oh, sorry.”
“That’s okay,” I replied.
Her arm remained next to me, barely brushing my side as she reclined. I set the bottle down and slipped down further, thinking that in just a few more minutes I’d be well done. As I slipped down, my hand brushed the soft silky skin of her thigh. I moved away but found the current of bubbles were pushing me toward her. So I let the force of fluid mechanics take its course.
“This is nice, Sam,” she cooed. “It’s such a beautiful night!”
“You couldn’t paint a prettier picture,” I remarked, looking down at her. Our bodies were inching closer together. Every part of my arm and side that touched her began to tingle. Did it feel like an electric shock or a lap of flame? I couldn’t tell. “Are you comfortable?”
“Mmm, yes,” she responded. Her head was back fully on the rest, her eyes closed, a broad smile on her full lips. “Very. You’re a very good neighbor.”
“I’m all in favor of good neighborly relations,” I said.
She turned her head from side to side a few times, as if her neck were stiff. She slipped her hand up from the swirling water to rub it lightly.
“S’a matter?” I asked.
“Just a little stiff,” she replied.
“Well here,” I said shifting around to reach up to touch her neck and shoulders. “Mr. Goodhands to the rescue.”
“Hmm, Mr. Good Neighbor. Mr. Goodhands,” she said, glancing at me for a moment. She smiled and then leaned back into my touch and my fingers began to work at the tightness at the base of her neck. Her soft, smooth, and supple flesh began to melt as I worked my magic.
“There is something very sensual and intimate about this,” I said, feeling the tenseness slowly work its way out of her. “You have lovely skin tone, Tracey. I could get used to this very easily.” I worked my hands up her neck and out along her shoulders and heard her begin to purr.
“Mmm, that feels wonderful,” she sighed. “I’m the one who could get used to this.”
“How’s this?” I asked as I worked my hands further down the stiff muscles of her spine. “Such a tense little thing. I hope it’s not because we’re sitting here together.”
“Mmm, ooooh, Sam,” she sighed in relief. “No, this tub is one of the reasons I wanted to come over. I don’t have anything like this at my apartment. And your hands are working wonders.”
“Well, I did learn from an expert,” I added, working down from her shoulders.
“Your ex-wife?” she asked, tilting her head to the side and sneaking a look back at me.
“Hardly,” I laughed. “Someone long before she came along. An old girlfriend who had traveled a lot in Asia.”
The muscles of her back were relaxing, and I moved my hands expertly down her back, loosening along her spine and out to the side. The feel of her smooth supple skin was nearly as intoxicating as the scent of her damp brunette hair twisted up and pinned right in front of me.
“I love the scent of your hair,” I remarked casually. “It’s so sweet.”
For a moment she didn’t respond, but then leaned forward away from my touch.
“That feels really good,” she said, giving me a look I couldn’t quite figure out. “Maybe we should stop right there.”
The night air and the bourbon and the hot water were beginning to work their magic on me, as I leaned back into my own spot. We sat apart for a several minutes, listening to the music playing off in the distance and the sound of the burbling water. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I could smell the young summer flowers her mother had planted near the deck, mingling with her own scent that was equal in all measure to that of the flowers. Then it felt as if she was moving closer to me, as the light brushing of her fingertips fell on my thigh. It was a light touch at first, but then her hand settled, her palm and fingers coming to rest. I reached down as if to brush her hand away, but my hand came to a rest on top of hers.
“Can I ask you something, Good Neighbor Sam?” she asked, her eyes remaining closed. “Do you like me?”
Somewhat surprised by her question, I looked over at her, reclining in the bubbling water, her face composed with a slight womanly smile. “Well, of course. You’re a lovely young woman.”
“But Sam, I don’t want to be lovely,” she said, her eyes opening. She rose up slightly in the water, her hand slipping away from me. “Lovely is what you call someone who is plain when you don’t want to insult them. You know like your boss’s wife or one of your mother’s bridge lady friends.”
“Well, I meant that only in the best way, Tracey,” I said trying vainly to clarify. “Look, you’re a very attractive young woman.”
“Well for one thing, I prefer being called a girl. Woman sounds too old for me,” she said, her eyes, so dark and luminous, looking up at me. “But even then, I want to be more than an attractive young girl. I want to be beautiful and sexy and desirable.”
“But you are,” I began. “You are all of those things. You have a terrific smile and a beautiful body and a good sense of humor. But I’m sure that your boyfriend has told you all of that.”
She looked away from me. “Nah, he doesn’t say much about that. Sometimes I think he dates me just for the sex.”
“And I’m sure it’s some great sex,” I said without thinking.
“Maybe for him,” she said settling back again. “He doesn’t seem too interested in what it does for me.”
“That’s a shame,” I said. “But sometimes you have to teach young men how to make love to you. I know I wasn’t born a good lover. It took a good teacher and a lot of practice.”
“Maybe that’s what I need,” she remarked, her eyes opening and looking up at me. “A good teacher.”
Her hand found mine beneath the surface and grasped it.
“Are you sure? I mean you’re a sweet young girl and less than half my age.”
She guided my hand beneath the water to her body, letting my fingers drift over her soft breasts and then plunged it down toward her pussy. As my fingers slipped down to cup her sex, she reached her hands up to my face.
“Can’t you see? Don’t you feel it? It’s a beautiful night out and no one was there for me tonight until we met up. I’m so hot, Sam. I am so turned on. I need a man, a good man.” She brought her lips toward mine and kissed me fully on the lips. “Would you make love to me, Sam?” she asked in a soft whisper.
Her body began to press closer to me, our hot wet flesh melding together. She felt so light I picked her up and set her on my lap, the cheeks of her tight little ass nestling down on my growing cock. As she rubbed her twat on me I kissed her harder and with a growing passion. This beautiful girl, fully grown yet almost half my age, was pulling me closer to her, pressing her slender wet hot body against me. Out tongues met and our passion exploded. She rubbed her pussy back and forth on my now hard cock, rocking her hips wildly. My hands reached up and touched her soft round breasts, making her gasp. They were perfect handfuls as I toyed with her nipples, tweaking them between thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, god, Sam! I am so turned on!” she cried out. “Make love to me, Sam!”
She rose up from the swirling water onto her knees bringing her breasts up to my mouth. I kissed each one with delight, teasing the nipples to stiff erection with my tongue. In the dim light could make out the tiny triangular shape of her tan line on each breast.
“I’d like to see the swim suit you wore to get these tan lines,” I remarked cupping each breast in a hand and stroking them softly. “You have such beautiful breasts, Tracey,” I said, as she gasped again as I ran my thumbs over her nipples. “And so sensitive.”
“Do you really like them?” she asked humming with pleasure.
“They are perfect!” I said, gazing at them with a tender hungry feeling growing inside me. I looked up to see her smiling at me. I kissed each one tenderly at first, then with more force, sucking the nipples inside my mouth and tickling the firm tips with the end of my tongue. I squeezed her tender flesh together and drew a series of figure eights with my tongue. The skin of her breasts was so smooth and tasted so sweet, I couldn’t take my mouth away. As I continued to kiss and lick and suck on them, she began to buck and moan, her hips rocking back and forth on my cock that was now stretching out long and firm along my belly. I couldn’t resist nibbling on her stiff little nipples, my teeth at first grazing her sweet flesh then gripping them and pulling on them.
“Oh, Sam!” she cried out. “You’re going to make me cum!”
I spent several more loving minutes on her breasts and could tell by her frantic quivering movements that she was coming. She gasped wildly as I fondled and suckled her perfect breasts.
“You are so beautiful, Tracey,” I remarked as she settled back into my lap. “But don’t worry because there is more to come!” I reached down to grab her by the hips and boosted her up and swung her around to the edge of the tub, placing her hot wet pussy right at mouth level. She looked down at me as I kissed my way up along the soft tender skin of her thigh.
“Eat my pussy, Sam!” she cried out. “Eat my wet pussy!”
I couldn’t resist and buried my face in her tight little twat. She shaved her pussy but left a dainty little patch of downy fur on top. The rest was smooth and hot and ready for my tongue to perform. As with her breasts, there was a pale little triangle of flesh marking the shape of her tan line. Why I found it so exciting, I could not tell, but it drove me to lap at her pussy wildly. The outer lips of her pussy were thin making it easy to get my tongue to the inner lips. Her hard little clit was already protruding from its hood. I licked and kissed her hot tight little pussy. The taste of her sex was like a fresh sweet peach just picked from the tree. I clamped my mouth onto her, my tongue pressing deeply against her, licking madly.
“Jason never eats me like this! Oh, god! Eat my pussy, Sam! Oh! Oh! I want to come!”
Despite her urgent pleas, I took my time building her up. Noting her response to my every move, I lifted her up the ladder of love, one precious teasing step at a time. She leaned back onto the ledge of the tub, arching her back and thrusting her hips toward my face. One at a time, she brought her legs up and rested her thighs on my shoulders. Then she hooked her ankles together and dug her heels into my back to increase the pressure against my mouth. Her hot wet pussy was delicious and I nibbled gently on her clit. Suddenly with a gasp, she reached forward and grabbed me by the hair. It felt for a moment as if she was going to rip a handful of hair right off my head as she implored me to eat her out. Finally, I stepped up my tongue lashing to the maximum, stuffing two then three fingers up her pussy. I sucked her hooded tight little clit up into my mouth, pressing my tongue onto it and wiggling and moaning as I did her. I could feel the tingling spread from her pussy up through her body as a wave of climaxing passion rose up to consume her.
“Oh, my god!” she screamed. “I’m coming!”
With a final thrust against my face she broke through and collapsed on top of me, draping her spent body over my head and shoulders. I slowly released her and began to gently rub her quivering body as she tried to catch her breath.
“Oh, girl,” I whispered. “I just love your pussy!”
I eased her off the ledge of the tub and she slipped back down into the bubbling water.
“Now it’s my turn to do you,” she whispered breathlessly. Her eyes opened widely with a startling look of desire that fanned out over her pretty face. This was no look of innocence, but that of a mature and seasoned longing. “Sam, I want to suck your cock!”
“Jason says I’m not too good at this so I hope you like it,” she said sounding almost apologetic.
“Almost like eating an ice cream cone,” I cracked. “Just start with a kiss and a few licks. But don’t forget to use your hands.”
I sat up on the ledge as she kissed her way down my body, until her mouth hovered over my cock. She grabbed and stroked it gently with one hand while fondling my balls with the other. She slipped down between my legs, her breasts pressing against my thighs. Slowly she blew her hot breath against the tip of my cock, her fingers creeping up my chest and making a slow circle of my nipples with each sharp fingernail. Her warm breath continued down the length of my cock, her sparkling dark eyes continuing to look up at me. Slowly her tongue slithered out and the very tip traced down the taut stretch of skin that separates my balls, making them twitch. Then her tongue curled and washed the underside of my balls, curling enough to draw one to her mouth, her lips enveloping it with the warmth and wetness of her hungry mouth. She pulled back slightly letting it pop from her mouth only to suck in the other one, After rolling her tongue all around it, she opened her mouth and released it, letting her teasing breath trace a path back up.
Her fingernails raked down my chest toward my hips, finally lowering her head to engulf the head of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue began an assault against the slit, searching for a taste of my precum, her fingernails digging into my hips as her tongue circled the head and flickered on the tight patch of skin that connected the head and the shaft on the underside. Raking her fingernails down to my thighs, suddenly and without warning she buried me in her throat, until the head banged the back. Then her throat snapped around me, tugging me as she swallowed, each gulp a furious and angry milking of the head. Then, she began to purr deep in her throat causing an intense vibration to rock through the shaft flow all the way down to my balls. Then she began to make love to me with her mouth, her tongue all over me, her lips tugging and teasing as she made her mouth a tight wet pussy. My fingers laced through her hair as she sucked me tightly.
“Oh, my god, girl!” I moaned encouragingly. “Just like that! Suck my cock!”
She began to bob her head up and down matching the movement of her hands and mouth. I resisted the urge to thrust my cock up into her mouth and instead let her take the lead. I brought a hand down to her head and brushed a few strands of wet hair from her face. She began to moan as she sucked me, gently rotating her mouth a little as she bobbed up and down. She brought her head up all the way and let my stiff cock pop out of her mouth but kept stroking it firmly.
“You can’t tell me you aren’t any good at this, Tracey,” I called out.
She gave me a flirty little smile that told me she had been joking with me and then went back down on me, working more eagerly that before. She took a few licks up and down the entire length of the shaft, doing some circle on the head and then licking her way back down to my balls. She sucked each one into her mouth again teasing them with her tongue, all the while stroking my cock with her firm grip.
“Okay,” I said, finally pulling her up from the water. “I want to make love to you now!”
She climbed up onto my lap and her hot wet pussy found my cock ready for action. It took very little effort for me to slip inside her as she slowly took every inch of my hard wet cock inside her. I reeled from the spectacular and breathtaking feeling of moving so slowly up inside her warm wet pussy. With my hands reaching around to hold and guide her ass, she grabbed me by the shoulders and began to bounce up and down. I flicked my tongue out to eagerly lap at her gorgeous breasts as they bobbed in front of me.
“Oh, yes!” she cried out. “But I just don’t want you to love me, I want you to fuck me!”
Her breathing and moans increased in tempo. The movement of her tight little pussy was working on me as well. The sensations she brought were beyond what I had ever known with my ex-wife or any other woman that I could remember. My eyes closed and my head fell backward in ecstasy as every luscious feeling swept over me. The sound of her moans and our splashing in the bubbling water grew louder and more frequent and I had to look back at this wonderful vision of sexual pleasure, this beautiful girl with the gorgeous breasts and the tight little pussy riding me like a bareback rider on a wild stallion. She finally began to slow down.
“Oh, god! I’ve got to catch my breath!” she exclaimed between heavy breaths.
“Here! Let’s try this,” I suggested pulling her up and off of my long stiff cock and turning her around.
She completed turning around and sat back down on me, the wonderful curves of her backside facing me. Her pussy sucked my cock up entirely inside of her. I reached around to cup her breasts as she rode me. Our movement together began to grow wilder with each stroke. Soon I found my hips bouncing up off the ledge as I began to stand and drive my cock home, her firm ass slapping back against my belly. She began to lean forward and reached out to hold onto the tub across from her. The added leverage helped her push back against me.
“How’s this?” she asked her voice turning husky.
“I think my cock loves your pussy!” I cried out, the waves of pleasure making my voice hoarse with passion.
“This feels so good!” she cried. “Let’s not stop!”
Our hot wet bodies splashed around in the tub. A couple of times when my dick popped out of her, it slipped back inside as if it had a mind of its own. I grabbed her by the hips and began to pound her harder.
“Oh, yeah!” she cried out in reply to my thrusting. “Fuck me harder! Oh, yeah! Just like that!”
As we frantically moved together in this passionate moonlit dance, I reached around with my fingers and rubbed her clit lightly. I thought she was going to leap out of her skin as she came quickly. She stood up and reached back to grab me by the ass. I waited for her orgasm to subside for a moment and then began some long slow smooth strokes in and out. Very long, very slow, and very smooth, I pushed my cock into her and then out. But as good as that felt, we were soon picking up the pace and fucking like wild dogs. Her tight little pussy brought wild sensation after sensation to me. I could feel my desire for her growing and didn’t want this to stop.
Finally she stood up again and grabbed onto me. “Let’s go inside!” she insisted.
We quickly climbed out of the tub and hurried through the patio door into the house. As she held up to turn on a light, I stepped right up behind her and my stiff prick found its way between the cheeks of her ass and nosed toward her pussy.
“My god, do you ever stop?” she said with a little laugh.
“Don’t you want me to keep it up?” I replied.
I didn’t give her a chance to answer and held her as my hips thrust forward, rubbing the head of my cock on her pussy, nearly slipping up inside her. She tried pulling away, but I held onto her and continued to rub myself on her wet pussy. In the soft lamplight, I could see the large plush sofa next to us and it beckoned to me. Bringing my hands around to her shoulders, I pushed her forward and she fell onto the cushions, turning her head back around looking somewhat surprised. She turned around onto her back and looked wide-eyed up at me as I approached, my cock glistening in the light just inches from her body. I knew she could see the look of passion in my eyes as I pulled her legs apart and knelt between them. She tried to push away, a look of fright crossing her face.
“Sam, are you okay?” she asked in a soft little girl kind of voice.
“I’m doing great,” I replied as I reached down to take hold of her by the hips.
Pressing my cock up into her pussy, I grabbed her hands and held them above her head. She began to struggle a bit as if to try and break free from my grasp, but I held her fast and began to work my cock in and out of her. My kisses began to fall hard and rough on her neck and shoulders. My teeth nibbled on her ear lobe.
“Sam, I think you should stop, now,” she said in a pleading little voice. “You’re kind of scaring me.”
I chuckled devilishly and began to move against her harder and harder. I pinned her down against the sofa, holding her hands tightly by the wrists above her head with one hand as I moved my other hand down over her body, cupping her lovely little breasts and gently pinching the nipples. I began to thrust my cock harder and deeper up inside her. She was struggling more noticeably against me now, a vague look of fright in her eyes, yet the response of her body told me something quite different.
“I think you should stop, Sam,” she called out louder.
I couldn’t believe the urgent feeling growing inside me, as if every little protest of hers made me desire her more. Did she really want me to stop or did she really want me to take her more forcibly. I knew that she felt my resolve as I pressed down upon her, but she struggled to free her wrists from my grasp. She tried to push me away, but I grabbed her wrists again and brought them down, pinning them underneath her. She tried moving against me with her legs, but only ended up forcing me more deeply into her body. As I moved in and out of her, she began to moan and writhe wildly.
“Mmm, Sam,” she moaned loudly, beginning to yield to the urgency in the way I held her. “Oh, Sam.”
“You are mine tonight, Tracey,” I said firmly. My body was hard and tense; my hand moved over her, making each part of her it touched my own.
“Oh, Sam,” she cried, as her struggling began to turn to movements of passion. “Oh, god. I’m so turned on!”
Securing her hands behind her back, I pressed myself down against her body, my mouth kissing her neck and shoulders, my teeth grazing along her neck. Her eyes closed as her head swung gently from side to side, reeling in the feelings I was working so hard to create inside her. I continued to thrust my cock up inside her, a new wave of sensation sweeping over her as I moved up inside, deeper and deeper.
“Mmm! Oh, Sam,” she cried louder.
My arms wrapped around her body, and I was sure that she could feel the strength of my body moving against hers, the raw desire as I thrust deeper and deeper. I nibbled on her ear, on her neck. Without letting my cock slip out of her, I got up on my knees, grabbing her hips and pulling her body up with me. I grabbed her long legs and held them up as I continued to plunge my cock madly into her pussy. I wanted every thrust to tell her of my passion, of the deep, strong desire I felt for her. Her eyes opened up wide and I was sure that she could see the passion in my eyes, feel it in the sweat that dripped down onto her writhing body.
Harder and faster and stronger I moved, her hot wet pussy squeezing my hard cock. I grabbed her long legs, raised them up and bent them up and back toward her shoulders as I continued to thrust my cock deep inside her. Every time she protested seemed to urge me farther onward, and I sensed in a very primitive way that she was enjoying it.
“Stop, Sam!” she called out, her soft voice heavy with passion. “No, Sam. Please don’t.”
But every time she said “Stop or ” “No” my thrusting grew stronger and harder and more urgent. I thought of the other times I had seen her around her parent’s house, usually when she was visiting around holidays, in a lovely sweater set at Christmas, in a short little sundress on Memorial Day, and I now remembered how I had wanted her then, but hadn’t considered it because of her age. I could feel this strong desire as I pressed forward into her limber young body. I realized that I had wanted to be with her and now that it had happened, I would not be denied. I wanted her so badly tonight. As I pressed forward, her knees nearly bumping up against her shoulders, my cock burying itself deep inside her, I saw the fearful expression in her eyes begin to melt, stroke by stroke. She no longer was trying to push me away, but was moving toward a climax of her own.
“Oh, Sam,” she moaned. “I’m so close!”
I could feel the tension building in her body now as she wiggled beneath me, each movement heightening her impending pleasure. “Do you want to come, Tracey?” I asked wickedly, slowing down slightly.
“Please, Sam!” she pleaded.
“Do feel me inside you, Tracey, do you feel my hard cock thrusting up inside you tonight? Can you feel me ready to explode?”
“Oh, yes, Sam!”
“Oh, god, Tracey! Feel me Baby!” I shouted out as I began to move as hard and fast as I could.
“Sam!” she cried, her body writhing under mine now as I pressed my body down upon hers.
My arms wrapped around her tightly and I held her body hard and fast to me. My last urgent thrusts of passion brought me closer and closer. “Do you want to feel me explode inside you, Tracey?”
“Oh, god, I need to,” she cried out urgently. “Tell me I can!”
“I need to feel you come, Tracey,” I grunted loudly. “I desire you so much, I want you to feel me release inside you, feel it Baby! Feel my love and passion, Baby! I never want to stop!”
“Mmm,” she moaned, her body writhing with passion, her pussy gripping me tightly as rocked her hips as much as she could.
“Oh, god, Baby. I want so much to feel your body as you come,” I groaned.
“Please tell me I can right now! Please!”
“Come for me, Baby,” I cried out.
“Ooh, Sam!” she shouted, her body shaking crazily.
“Are you ready for me to come in you, Baby?”
“Sam!” she cried out.
We both must have felt my cock bury itself deep inside her as my cum shot up inside her trembling, shaking body. My arms pulled her tightly to me as I thrust. She quivered and moaned and called out my name again and again and again. With a final thrust I collapsed on top of her and she moved her legs back down to the sofa. She wrapped her arms around me and she grazed her nails lightly up and down my back.
“Mmm, Sam! That was so intense!”
My mouth sought out hers and we kissed wildly and madly. My hands brushed away the hair that was matted on her cheek. I could feel her trim body quiver, as we lay so close in the throes of this crazy passion.
“How did you know that I wanted you to take me like that?” she asked, finally breaking the silence.
“I didn’t,” I laughed, kissing her wet lips again. “I just wanted you.”
“Mmm, Sam. I want you to do whatever you want to me, even if I tell you ‘no’, okay?”
“That’s a dangerous statement to make, Tracey.”
“Why should it be?”
“Because I can think of doing a thousand different things to you tonight and every night and day for the next month.”
After we had caught our breath, we got up from the sofa and got something to drink in the kitchen. It seemed so natural to be there with her, leaning up against the counter naked, sipping a refreshing drink. We embraced and kissed. I let my hands wander up and down her body, teasing her firm little tits. She let her hands wander over my backside, finally digging her nails into the cheeks of my ass. All of our touching and kissing began to have an effect on me, and my cock began to wedge its way up between our bellies.
“Looks like someone needs some attention,” she said with a smirk, and fell to her knees to take me into her mouth again.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she took me deep inside her mouth. But as soon as I had regained a healthy erection, she rose up and pulled me by the dick toward the stairs. “I want to do it on my parent’s bed.”
She simply looked at me with a “What a stupid question” expression in her eyes. Leading me into her parent’s bedroom, she reclined on the bed and spread her legs invitingly. Grabbing my cock, she pulled me down to her, guiding me inside her hot pink pussy. I began to move my cock in and out of her pussy slowly, using long smooth strokes. Laid out on the bed before me, she was a perfect vision of lust and passion to me, her long brunette hair having fallen loose from the pins that had once held it tightly, her nicely tanned body with the teasing little patches of pale flesh spread out before me.
I grabbed her legs and flung them up and hooked her ankles on my shoulders. She was trying to watch me as she had said, but would occasionally close her eyes and lick her lips. Our eyes locked up in a long gaze. Her dark eyes looked at me intently as if trying to peer inside me. It was a look of passion and desire, a look of her complete surrender to me sexually. Even though her body would respond to each thrush of my hips, her eyes never left mine. Her breasts bobbed in concert with our movements, her brunette hair was fully undone and flowing over the pillows, and her tight little pussy was bringing me closer to the brink of another orgasm. As long and wild as we had been a few minutes before, this was short and sweet.
“Are you going to come again?” she asked, licking her lips. “I want you to come again. I want to see you cum!”
With the sight of this beautiful nimble young woman fucking my brains out, I could no longer hold back. The sight of her breasts bobbing, her tongue licking, her hair, and the intense sexual look in her eyes brought me to the edge. “I’m getting close!” I said thrusting as wildly as I could.
She began to push back equally wild. “Come for me, Sam!” she cried. “Come for me!”
After one long full final thrust, I pulled my cock out of her and stroked it once before sending a thick white stream up onto her belly. She reached up to me with her hand and took over the stroking, bringing the next several spurts out onto her belly and breasts. Once she had pumped me dry, she tugged me up to her rosy mouth to suck me clean. She then rubbed my spent cock on those beautiful breasts of hers and then pulled me down on top of her.
“Oh, honey I don’t think I’ll ever stop tingling!” she exclaimed, her mouth spreading into a big warm open smile.
“Well, neighbor,” I replied. “I think this is another thing I could easily get used to. You are something else, girl!”
“And you are a wonderful lover!” she cooed, hugging me tightly as her lithe body trembled with pleasure. “I knew there was a good reason why I liked older guys!”
“Just trying to be a good neighbor, Tracey.”
“You are a good neighbor, Sam!”