1. The Handsome Man Next Door


    Date: 12/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Male/Teen Female, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Written by women, Author: sunflowers, Rating: 94.3, Source: sexstories.com

    rise from the jug, and I dug my hand into my underwear – finding the slick wetness that had started to soak through the cotton of my undies. I was almost vibrating with terror, worried that he’d call out and tell me to stop – or worried that he’d turn off the light and walk away. But Guy was watching now, unable to look away, and although I could only see his torso and above, I knew he was interested. My fingers slipped around my clit and rubbed little circles, my spare hand sliding up and across my tummy to find a nipple – pinching and tweaking the little pink nub as I watched Guy watch me. Knowing that he was watching my little show made it hard for me to stay on my feet – my legs shuddering and my arms bursting with goosebumps. He was swallowing nothing, blank faced, still watching me as my mouth parted to let out a little sigh at the pleasure. My fingers kept working, swirling on my slippery clit, hips jutting against my hand as I worked myself for him. Guy stared across the threshold at me, the steam from the kettle fogging up the glass between us, and his big hand wiped the window clean. We made eye contact once again and the thrill of his attention sent me over the edge. My knees pressed together and my eyes squeezed shut and I let out a breathy moan – my tiny palm clutching a tender and tingling breast. Through heavy-lidded eyes, I found him sloppily pouring his cup of tea, the rolls of pleasure still dripping down my legs – joined by the moisture that had begun to ...
    collect and run between my thighs. He turned and left the kitchen, flicking the light off and I stood, alone, in my bedroom – trying to figure out whether I had just experienced the most exciting or embarrassing moment of my life. I knew he would never tell my parents, but I still felt a little naughty. I was standing on the line between experimenting and perverted, but I kind of wanted to mesh them together. Walking like a newborn calf, I flopped onto my bed and touched myself some more – warmed by the thought of his eyes on mine the entire time. From then on, for the next week or so, I would wait until I heard mum and Katie carpool to work together and sat watch for the kitchen light’s reflection in my bedroom window. Every time I would see Guy begin to make his cup of tea, I would appear, and give him the same show I did every time. Becoming more brash as the nights went on, I started to do things a little different – like remove my underwear real slow, giving him a nice, long look at the brown curls between my thighs. Sometimes I would pull over the chair I used to put on my make up, and would sit down – spreading my legs real gingerly, using my darkly painted nails to point out all the places I wanted him to touch. And every night, he’d watch me all the same. Then when I would inevitably come, letting out little moans that sounded faintly like ‘Guy…’, he would finish making his cup of tea, turn off the light, and leave me heaving and shuddering in his wake – toes curled in ...
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