The Neighbour - Sex Stories

The Neighbour

... revel in the touch of the slight breeze, cooling my skin wet with oil. Soon though, the sun's rays magnified and concentrated by the oil, warm me again and begin to feel burning hot. I turn on my stomach, spread my legs, feeling the caress of the sun between my cheeks, feel them almost burning my anus and feel the stirring of my sex under me. My hands slide around over my oiled cheeks, spreading my ass to the sun, letting the sun love me.

I turn over, my sex half erect, feeling heavy with blood, swinging against my thigh as I roll over. The sun, my lover, starts it's magic on my sex, through the film of oil, as If I can only feel my sex, heating and hotter, swelling, sensitive to each breath of wind, to each movement of my body, until it seems to throb with each heartbeat.

My hand creeps to my cock, pulls back the foreskin, the oil shining on its head, the sun beating on it. My fingers and thumb resting gently on the shaft, I start to stroke myself, my eyes close and I remember Aline, a dark, smiling, attractive woman, with those eyes that watched me. A sigh escapes my lips, my hand stroked, I look at my sex swollen now; tight with its fullness of blood, its head shining with oil and now my own wetness seeping out coating the purple skin, a fat ripe plum.

My other ...

... hand is cupping my balls, feeling their weight, their hardness, their fullness, squeezing a little, just enough. Holding the neck of my sack, I pull my balls down, as my hips start to lift in their instinctive movement of penetration, a spare finger strays down to the oil-coated entrance of my anus, slips inside me, muscles gripping as I imagine her muscles gripping me. I moan with the image, feel the pressure mounting, the urgency, the lift of my balls pulling up inside me. I start to cry out with the onset of my orgasm, my breath fast, ragged, I open my eyes.

She stands there, seven metres away thinking herself unseen behind light on her window, a hand kneading her breast, the other buried between her spread thighs. I feel the rush of blood to my cheeks, embarrassed. Too late: Too late to hide, too late to stop the climax that is shaking my body, too late to stop the jets of semen leaping high, landing hotly on my chest and belly, even my mouth. The semen leapt high because of her, at her, for her. I see her swollen lips, swollen as must be her sex, her eyes half-closed as she came, shaking in the those of her own orgasm, her legs weakening, lowered her down, out of my sight as I lay there emptied confused, ashamed and wondering, Looking forward to get to know Aline.