Barbara stood in her kitchen, washing dishes. Her mind drifted off to other far away places, in an attempt to take her far away from the greasy pan that soaked in front her.
Standing at about five-and-a-half feet tall, Barbara considered herself good looking, for a 35 year old. She had long black hair, which she wore in braid, and it almost touched her shapely ass. The white blouse she wore was unbuttoned at the top so that her large firm breasts almost spilled out of it. The shirt tapered at the waist, to finish showing off the top half of her sexy figure. A black mini skirt finished it off nicely as her strong, smooth legs extended out from below the short hem of its smooth fabric. The three-inch black heels didn’t hurt much either.
Dressing up was one of the few things that Barbara had left, from before she got married. It wasn’t that she minded being a housewife; it was just that she missed getting dressed up and going out to meet new people. So, since she couldn’t dress up and go out, she dressed up and stayed in.
Being dressed up had other benefits as well. It helped with her fantasizes. This time she was imagining that someone was in the house with her. A visitor. In her fantasy, she was washing the dishes in the kitchen, when her visitor walked up behind her and put his arms around her slender waist. His warm breath flowed across her neck, as he leaned forward to begin nibbling from the bottom of her neck, up to her ear. One of his hands slowly worked its way up to her breast, while the other began inching down the front of her skirt. She could feel the hem start to rise.
In her fantasy, her thighs would begin to part slowly for her visitor. But, in real life they were now pressed together; and she leaned hard against the edge of the sink, in an attempt to apply pressure to her sensitive mound. She was getting wet just thinking about what he would do to her.
Hearing a knock at the door, Barbara was shocked back to the present. Her sponge dropped into the sink, causing a splash of water to soak the front of her shirt. “Awe shit! You’ve got to be kidding me.” Upset with her carelessness, Barbara headed for the door, not realizing that parts of her wet blouse were beginning to become see-through, showing the black lace bra that she was wearing underneath.
Opening the front door, Barbara stood staring at her neighbor, Brian. Standing at six feet tall, his slender body had been admired by many of the other ladies in the neighborhood, including Barbara. His brown hair and blue eyes were almost hypnotic.
Brian casually glanced down at the front of Barbara’s blouse. The damp fabric clung to her breasts and made her look even sexier than usual. Trying not to stare, Brian stated the purpose of his visit, “I haven’t seen Rob around much lately. Thought I’d drop by and check on you guys. He’s not sick is he?”
Looking at Barbara’s nearly exposed breasts and sexy legs was already getting him aroused. In an attempt to look casual, Brian stuck his hands in his front pockets and leaned against the porch railing. What he didn’t realize, was that it further revealed the erection that had begun forming in his tan slacks.
Seeing the bulge that was forming in Brian’s pants caused the wetness, which had already begun to develop in the thin material of Barbara’s black lace thong, to get even worse. She subtly pressed her thighs together and leaned against open door. “No, Robert’s fine. He’s been gone for the last week on business. He’ll be back tomorrow though.” She left out the ‘I’ll have him call you when he gets back’ part. She hadn’t had anyone to talk to all week. Why end the visit so soon?
For several moments they each stood there, trying not to stare at one another. Or at least trying not to get caught. Finally, Barbara decided to make the first move. “Would you like a drink? It’s never too early, right?”
Brian started to decline, but the view was just too enticing for him to refuse. Besides, maybe she would lead the way. He almost sighed at the thought of watching her walking in front him. “A drink sounds great.” But what to have he wondered. Placing the ball back in her court, he added, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“Sounds good,” she said. Was she coming on to him? Her neighbor? And what would happen if Robert found out? Still, as she turned around to lead the way to the kitchen, she caught herself walking with a little more sway than normal. All of this flirting was starting to get her very aroused, and she liked it.
Barbara knew that wearing her heels and mini skirt must be giving Brian an even better view of her as she walked to the kitchen. She was feeling so naughty, and loving every minute of it. The view wasn’t lost on Brian either, as he was now free to openly stare at Barbara as her shapely ass swayed before him.
Once in the kitchen, Brian noticed the sink and the dishes. Well, that explains the wetness to her front, he thought to himself. As he watched Barbara reach up to the cabinet above the fridge, he saw her skirt lift even higher and he could make out the very bottom edge of her ass. He was now fully erect and straining at his pants, as he heard Barbara say, “I can’t seem to reach the rum.”
Brian quickly offered his assistance, “Here, let me help.”
As he moved in behind her, Brian reached up; but, with Barbara still standing in front of him, there just wasn’t enough room. Without thinking he leaned in further and inadvertently pressed up against her. The feeling of his erection pressing against her firm ass felt so good, that he couldn’t help but to moan softly in her ear.
Brian wasn’t quick to back up and let Barbara out of the way. The smell of her perfume, and the feel of his body pressed against hers, was too much for him to resist. Making one last lunge for the bottle, Brian pushed himself further up onto his toes, pressing harder into Barbara. The sudden upward thrust made her feel like someone was fucking her from behind and she could immediately feel a flood of juices running down her thighs.
This time it was Barbara who let a moan escape her lips. Backing away with the bottle in hand, Brian asked her if she was alright. “Oh, I-I’m fine,” Barbara stammered. “I just bumped my head.” For added effect, she reached up and touched her temple.
“Really?” Brian asked. “Here, let me see.” Before she could object, he had set the bottle down and was standing in front of her. His strong hands felt wonderful on her face. They were soft, yet masculine, and caressed her flesh as he lifted her chin. One hand slowly brushed her bangs aside. The feel of his hand stroking her hair almost made her moan again.
Moving closer, for a better look, the front of Brian’s pants pressed against Barbara. Through the material of his pants, she could not only feel his erection, but also the warmth it was generating as well. The warmth transferred directly to her now soaking pussy.
Looking up into his eyes was too much for her. They seemed to be commanding her to take his manhood into her hands, and caress it. Barbara pulled back quickly. “Don’t worry. I’m fine,” she said. “How about that drink?” Without waiting for an answer, she turned and began getting glasses from the cupboard.
Brian looked around the room, thinking of something to change the subject. Seeing the sink again, he said, “I see you can’t get away from those dishes either.” With a chuckle, he added, “I was hoping to the get the self-cleaning model when I moved in.”
“Oh shit!” she exclaimed. “I have to check under the sink.” Barbara quickly moved over to the cabinet. “I’ve been after Robert to fix this leak. It’s on his list, of course.”
“Let me take a look,” Brian offered. Kneeling down in front of the sink, he saw a small puddle in the bottom of the cabinet. He flipped onto his back to look at the pipes, and in doing so, had a much better view of Barbara. He could see just a hint of black lace under her skirt. Her full breasts caused the bottom of her shirt to pull away from her smooth, shapely stomach, and he could see the bottom of her bra. He wanted to reach down and try to adjust himself, but knew that that would be too obvious.
Standing above him, Barbara also had a nice view. His current position caused his pants to stretch across his front, placing his erection on full display. As he reached up to examine her pipes, Brian gave her a nice peak at his abdominals. Mmmm, she thought to herself, he works out more than I thought.
Caught up in her own thoughts, she barely heard Brian talking. “Could I get you to turn on the water? I need to see where you’re leaking.”
Oh, I’m leaking alright, she thought to herself. Stepping forward, Barbara had to place one foot on each side of Brian in order to reach the faucet. As she did so, her face flushed again, hoping that he couldn’t see her from under the cabinet.
But, as Barbara had lifted her leg to step over him, she had given Brian a view worth dying for. He stared up under her skirt and could now see every inch of those gorgeous legs. Hoping not to be seen, Brian shifted himself slightly out of the cabinet for a better view. Now he could see the bottom of her ass and a bit of string that came from the bottom of her panties, and disappeared between those lovely cheeks. Brian almost gasped. He loved thongs, and Barbara’s was gorgeous.
Not knowing what Brian was doing, or even worse, what he was seeing, made Barbara more uncomfortable and yet even more aroused. It was like a dam had burst and she could now feel juices trickling freely down her thigh. She nervously asked, “Do you see anything wrong down there?” I can’t believe I just said that, she cursed herself.
“No. Everything looks good so far,” he answered. “But I’m still looking.” I’m going to get slapped for sure, he thought.
The thought of Brian being able to look up her skirt was bad enough. Knowing that her pussy was so hot, and that her juices were flowing so freely, made her face turn crimson.
Brian was stunned. He couldn’t believe what was happening. The sight of the moisture glistening on the silky smooth flesh of her left thigh caught his attention. Without thinking of the consequences, he reached his right hand up between her legs. His fingers eased their way to the back of her left leg, just under her ass, and his thumb rubbed against the wet spot that had formed just below her thong.
A low groan escaped Barbara’s lips as she closed her eyes and leaned heavily on the edge of the sink. Seeing her reaction, Brian began tracing small circles with his thumb, and used the tips of his fingers to massage her ass. His right index finger was dangerously close to parting her cheeks, but Barbara couldn’t pull away.
Bending her knees slightly, Barbara lowered herself a couple of inches, giving even more access to Brian’s wandering digits. His thumb moved closer to the wetness that was still seeping from her panties and his finger moved under the long string that ran up along her ass. A loud gasp escaped her lips as the tip of his finger began to probe further. At the same time his thumb slid inside the front of her panties and rubbed against her swollen clit.
With all the stimulation, Barbara couldn’t help but begin to move her hips in rhythm to Brian’s probing fingers. She knew what she was doing was wrong, yet didn’t care. All she wanted right now was for Brian to be deep inside of her. “Mmmm. What are you doing to me?” she moaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” Brian whispered.
“Y-you should,” Barbara gasped.
“But do you want me to?” Brian knew he was teasing her, and was loving it.
“No,” she said, under her breath. “Don’t stop.” She paused, trying to catch her breath. “Please, don’t stop.”
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Brian slowly inserted his thumb into her. Once it was fully inside her, he slowly pulled it out an inch and held it still. Unable to control herself, Barbara began moving her hips up and down. Her thrusts started slowly, then quickened, as did her breathing.
After several minutes Barbara was ready to scream. “Why are you teasing me?” she asked. “Why won’t you fuck me?”
“Is that what you want?” he asked.
“Yes. Please.” The wait was killing her. “Just do it.” Still he waited. “Fuck me!”
Brian sat up and removed his hand from Barbara’s crotch. Her moan showed just how badly she needed him. His hand was quickly replaced by his mouth. As his tongue pushed against her thong, Barbara could feel its tip brush across her clit. The edge of the sink was now the only thing holding her up. Brian’s hands reached up to grip her ass and pull her deeper into his mouth.
Reaching down with one hand, Barbara ripped her thong aside, and then grabbed Brian’s hair to force him inside her. His tongue alternated between diving inside her and flicking across her clit. The constant switching kept Barbara on the edge, but wasn’t enough to push her over. The climax that she so desperately needed still eluded her, and it didn’t look like Brian was going to let it, or her, come easily.
Barbara pushed back from the sink and used Brian’s hair to pull him up. As soon as he was on his feet, she knelt and started working on his belt. Being so worked up, she had trouble unfastening it and started tugging as hard as she could. Reaching down to help, Brian unbuckled the belt and started reached for his zipper. Not wanting to be denied the pleasure of opening that fly, Barbara pushed his hands away like a child getting ready to open her present. After undoing the button to his pants, she delighted in slowly lowering Brian’s zipper. Now it was her turn.
Pulling open his pants, Barbara leaned forward and kissed Brian’s erection through his underwear. His low moan told her all she needed to know. Planting tiny kisses on the thin material, she was able to use her lips at the same time to slowly pull the front of his underwear down. The tip of his swollen cock was now sticking out and staring her in the face. It glistened, and made her want to sample its flavor. Unable to restrain herself, she began flicking her tongue lightly on the underside of his member. The precum that escaped from his erection tasted sweet and she tried to coax more from him.
“Aaah,” Brian groaned. “Now you’re doing it to me.” He ran his hand through her hair and found her braid. Pulling her head back, he quickly pulled his underwear down to fully expose his erection. He released the braid and grabbed the back of Barbara’s head. Although no force was needed, Brian delighted in pulling her closer.
Opening her mouth, Barbara let his erection enter, but teasingly refused to let it touch any part of the inside of her mouth. After a few seconds, she pulled back and looked up into Brian’s eyes. The desperate look he gave her, confirmed what she already knew. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. A smile came across her face as she playfully flicked her tongue and watched his erection twitch.
Returning his erection to her mouth once more, she looked up to see the desire in Brian’s eyes again. Slowly her mouth closed around him and she sucked gently and began moving her head. Brian’s hands tightened the grip on Barbara’s hair, as he began slowly thrusting his hips. After several minutes, he suggested, “Maybe we should move this somewhere a little more comfortable.”
She didn’t want to release his erection from her mouth, but Barbara reluctantly agreed. Looking up at Brian she said, “Maybe we should go to the living room.”
Brian started to lead her from the kitchen but had second thoughts. He couldn’t wait that long. Picking Barbara up by the waist, he placed her on the counter next to the sink and began kissing her passionately. Reaching up under her shirt he unhooked the clasp on the front of her bra. Pushing each half to the side, his hands lightly brushed her nipples causing her to gasp and bite his lower lip.
The fact that he opened her bra, but didn’t unbutton her blouse, confused Barbara. She started to unbutton it herself, but Brian stopped her. Reaching for the faucet, he grabbed the sprayer and thoroughly soaked the white material with cold water. The fabric plastered itself to her flesh, allowing him to see her erect nipples. It turned him on even more, making him feel like he had a front row seat at a wet t-shirt contest. “Mmmm. That’s much better.”
Barbara spread her legs wide and let Brian pull her to the edge of the counter. He slowly inserted just the tip inside her outer lips, and waited. Barbara was beside herself with desire. Raising her legs up, she wrapped them around Brian’s waist. Digging her heels into his buttocks, she started pulling him deeper insider her.
Barbara let out a soft moan when his hips pushed against her thighs. Brian reached behind her, grasped her hips, and pulled her even further onto him so that he could completely fill her. It felt so good that Barbara didn’t want him move for a moment. This position arched her back enough so that he was pressing on her g-spot. The pressure was so exquisite that she could feel a steady flow of her juices as they ran down to her ass and onto the counter.
Seeing the wanton look in her eyes, Brian began making slow rhythmic thrusts into her. As he began to quicken his pace, Barbara’s words became broken. She had to pause between his powerful thrusts, “Please…don’t…stop,” she panted. “Fuck me…hard!”
Digging his nails deeper into the soft flesh of her ass, Brian pulled her even closer to him and forced his way deeper inside. Barbara screamed out as if she were being ripped apart. Her words no longer made sense. All that remained were her cries of pleasure, as she reached up and grabbed Brian’s shoulders.
Sliding his hands under Barbara’s ass, Brian scooped her up off of the counter. Instinctively, Barbara wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and squeezed. With his powerful arms, Brian slowly lifted her up until he had almost completely withdrawn from her. Barbara let out a whimper that reminded him of a little girl who had just had her most prized possession taken away. Her look of complete desperation was almost too much for him.
Without warning, Brian quickly lowered her fully onto him. The sudden impalement took her breath away. Digging her nails deeply into his shoulders, Barbara began lifting herself up and down. She rode Brian faster and faster as she felt herself nearing her climax.
Brian could feel Barbara’s juices and knew he was getting close to his own orgasm, but didn’t want it to end. Brian moved over to the table and lay Barbara on her back. Prying her legs from his waist, he raised her them into the air and grasped both her thighs. He pulled quickly, while thrusting forward, penetrating her fully.
The change of positions kept Barbara on the edge, but she couldn’t topple over into the oblivion of her orgasm. She grabbed onto the edge of the table for extra leverage. Pulling harder, to meet each thrust he made, Barbara tried to take him deeper. Her fingers grew raw from digging in so hard, but she didn’t care. She was willing do anything right now.
Wrapping his right arm around both thighs, Brian began using his other hand to grope at Barbara’s breasts. He liked seeing her in a wet shirt, but he wanted to see, and feel, her bare flesh. Grabbing her shirt, he pulled hard as he made another furious thrust into her. The sound of ripping fabric, mixed with the depth of his plunging member, made Barbara scream out loudly as her arms began flailing wildly.
Brian’s hand began groping at her breasts with wild abandon. When his fingers lightly pinched her nipple, Barbara squealed in delight. Moving to her other breast he pinched again, while thrusting as hard as he could. She screamed. This was all of the encouragement that Brian needed, or could stand. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and began cumming with her. Once again Barbara gripped the table and began thrusting herself at Brian as hard as she could. She impaled herself onto him, and tried to milk every last drop out of him. The waves of her climax continued to crash over her and she felt as if she might drown in orgasmic bliss.
Looking up into Brian’s eyes she could see the pain of his own orgasm as he continued trying to thrust into her, despite the overstimulation to his own aching member. Shifting his hands again, Brian lowered her legs so that they were curled up into his sides and then grabbed both of Barbara’s wrists.
In this position he was able to continue to thrust into her, but was now also able to pull her into him harder than she could have ever dreamed. The extra penetration was all it took to push her back over the edge again, as another orgasm rocked through her body. Whipping her head from side to side, Barbara began screaming, “I’m cumming!”
Brian kept thrusting into her until Barbara’s screams had subsided and her head hung limply to the side. Finally, with both of them spent, Brian released his grip and collapsed on top of her. They lay on the table for several minutes before Brian finally spoke. “Are you alright?” he asked, as he kissed her softly on the neck.
“Yes it was,” Barbara replied. As he got up, Brian let his finger trail down Barbara’s chest and across her stomach, sending shivers up and down her spine.
They looked into each other’s eyes and started to giggle as they shared one last embrace. Kissing her deeply, Brian held her tight against him. He could feel her chest rise and fall against him as she breathed. Pulling away, he looked into Barbara’s eyes and asked, “When’s Robert coming home, again?”
Both of them giggled again, like two children sneaking out on a school night. As they started to dress, Barbara began thinking about the wonderful thing that had just happened. She had always fantasized about this.
It was true what they say, she thought…Dreams do come true.
“Not until late,” she finally answered.
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