More Than Just Being Neighbourly - Sex Stories

More Than Just Being Neighbourly

... trying to keep her voice understanding and to keep from Tom her frustration that his caresses have ceased. She was on the point of tearing away his clothes, to undress him, and to take the lead.

“No, I want to be with you, here.”

“Then don’t tease me, not now…not now after I have shown you how I feel about being with you and the fun we have had tonight. I don’t want it to end, but to continue and for us to be closer than ever, Tom…you darling for being with me.”

She is impatient, driven by what she wants to share and needs from him. They were having fun together all through the evening at the summer fair, but in the back of Tom’s mind there seemed to be some doubt…should he pursue her even if he wants to?

She has wanted him for so long and so eagerly, his attentiveness such a spur Step after slow step, kissing and caressing each other through their clothes, they shuffle towards her bedroom. Hastily, and with trembling hands she closes the curtains and shuts out the darkened lane beyond.

“Alone with you, at last,” she groans as he stands behind her and she is embraced, his hands pressed against her breasts and she reaches back to find him.

“And I’ve wanted you too,” he answered, pressing his lips to her throat and breathing in her warm scent. “I hoped that tonight would be the moment to be with the woman I always believed you to be…brave and passionate, never overwhelmed by a minor setback.”

Marion gripped his hands tightly. “Let me be the passionate ...

... woman you see…nothing else!”

Her heart gave a leap. She knew now what she had only dared to hope for. They shuffle towards her bed, she tugging his shirt free and her hands finding their way onto his warm skin, each touch a step towards the slow undressing of each other until they are naked. Her bedroom is dimly lit by the table lamp in the narrow hallway.

They share in deepening kisses and breaths. They are finally where they each hoped to be, Tom’s caresses finding each sensitive place on her body until one hand and fingers slide over her mound and cup her sex, one finger then dragged over her slit, probing gently as it moves and suggestive of what he wants them to share.

Even in the gloom, and as she is coaxed to lie back on the bed, her legs draped over the end and Tom standing between them, she meets his stare upon her, the slow glide of his hands caressing her soft flesh to the insides of her thighs until he bends to kiss them. She is prompted to drape them over his shoulders and Tom bends down to lick and kiss her sex in slow, tastes of his lips and darting tongue, his fingers offering deeper caresses.

She feels her sex open as if like a flower blossoming from the warmth of the sun, his kisses and caresses those of an admirer, approving and lingering. She feels how wet she is, and ready, as he licked her puffy pussy lips, grips his head as he takes her with his mouth, his tongue flickering and probing, teasing even in its lingering touches before they ...