I noticed you moving in yesterday. The truck pulled up, burly men getting out with bottles of water in their hand. They unlatched the door before taking in big gulps of water. You pulled up behind, stepping out after ending a phone call. "Must be his wife." I thought to myself. You were handsome. A dark blue button up shirt that should have been concealed by a black blazer. It didn't matter because when the wind picked up it thrashed against the shirt and I swore I could have seen the outline of your chest and abs. I licked my lips and gently bit my lower lip. You turned to shut the car door, and you ass was nice and round, I wanted to bite it and squeeze your cheeks in my hand.

I stood leaning against the window pane in a pair of short white shorts, and a wife beater tank top. My left leg slightly bent, the knee leaning against the wall. My fingers touched the curtain lightly to pull it back just a bit. I was a snooping neighbor at the time. I couldn't help it. I was curious.

The men began moving in your things, and I took a look at what had came out of the truck. You have very nice taste, which made me wonder what your wife looks like. You drew your sunglasses and rubbed your eyes, trying to make the sleepiness, or so it seemed that way. That's when I noticed you look around, and when your eyes hit my direction, I carefully let the curtain close. I wasn't sure if you noticed. Perhaps you did.

The night grew long, and I couldn't get your face out of my head. I had just finished cleaning the kitchen. The aroma of seasonings still hung in the air. A nice warm home made apple pie sat on the cutting board on the island. "I'll bring you to him tomorrow." I said to the pie as I covered it with it's glass dome. I placed the kitchen towel down on it's rack, and placed my hands on my hips after turning around. My fingers now combing through my hair as I decided what to do next. Some television perhaps? Maybe a nice warm bath upstairs? Mmm, that sounds nice. As I headed into the living room, the doorbell rang. I jumped a little, not expecting to have company. A quizzical expression crossed my face before heading towards the door.

I peeked out of the curtain to see who it was. When I saw your face I was beside myself. The curtain fell and my stomach jumped in my throat. "Shit! I look like hell." I tried to throw my hair out and straighten it as neat as I could, as well as my clothes. I took a deep breath, and what seemed like minuits were actually seconds before unlocking the door and turning that knob. I looked normal, a slight grin on my face, and gave you a soft hello. Your smiles was bright, and it made me want to smile. Where was your wife? She wasn't here.

"Hi, I'm Adam Kane. I just moved next door." Well duh, you saw me watching you earlier. I replied with a hi nice to meet you and in turn told you mine. "Destiny Rae. I saw you moving in earlier. Welcome to the neighborhood." Another smile crossed both of our faces. I stepped back, the door wide, inviting you in. "So where are you from?" I asked you. You in turn told me that you were originally from Texas, but your moving from California. I nodded before asking if you wanted a drink. "Some coffee perhaps?" You accept and sniff the air. "Something sure smells good." I giggled while turning on the coffee maker. "I actually made a pie that I was going to bring you tomorrow."

You stood there in the living room, looking at the random pictures on the wall. The mention of pie made your eyes widen and you came into the kitchen. To myself I wanted you to sneak up behind me and press against me hard so I could feel your cock in between my ass cheeks. Let your fingers.... I took in a breath and took out two cups before turning towards you. Yor eyes dancing around the globe before lifting it. "Shall I get some plates then?" I ask with a sarcastic smile. You nod yes, and I grab two plates and two forks. The pie still warm, I knew it would ooze everywhere. I decided bowls would be a much more suitable choice.

We talked for hours that night. Sharing stories of each other. Not one mention of being married. I asked of course, and you laughed and said no. I had to know. Not only were you funny, charming, and handsome. You were a human being, gracious, polite, strong and well adapted. The perfect man was sitting here in this living room, and I had no idea what to do with him. Well, I had many ideas, but other than that, the window was closed.

The night was coming to a close, and I was sure that daylight would hit in at least three more hours. You looked at your watch, I looked at the clock, and we both agreed that it was getting late. In the end, I was afraid that if I actually stood up, my wetness would drip down my thigh and leg to end up on my carpet.

I stood, you helped me up, even though I didn't need it, it was nice to have your hand on any part of my body. You turned before opening the door, looking at me as if you were sad to go. I didn't want you to leave, I wanted you to stay, end up in my bed, and make your breakfast in the morning. You leaned in, softly kissed my cheek, smiled warmly and then left with a soft goodbye. When I closed the door after saying my own farewell, I leaned against it for minuits. Swooning within myself.

The morning was coming closer, and I layed there in bed thinking about you. My legs were closed under the sheets, and my hands began trailing over my skin. They felt so good as I imagined they were yours. My eyes closed, fingertips trailing down to my womanhood slowly and soft. I licked my lips, spreading my legs only a little bit. A soft moan escaped my lips as my middle finger touched and rubbed my clit. I allowed myself a soft gentle massage, your face in my head. Imagining your tongue flicking away at it. Grabbing your hair and pulling you closer as my hips raised against you, aching for more while my fingers danced lovingly.

I didn't hear you enter my room let alone my house. I didn't lock the front door! But there you were, naked and sliding on top of me. Your face close to mine now, I could smell your breath. I sighed. Your fingers slid my long brown hair away from my face as I looked at you adoringly. There weren't any words to say, and you tore away the covers that hid my body. Our bare skin touching each other, and I felt your cock between my thighs. You were so big and strong, already hard yet you took your time. My pussy ached for your enterance. Your kisses along my neck made me sigh more, and I let my hands play across your back.

Your right arm slid down the side of my body, hand forming over my breast, cupping it, feeling all of it massagingly before taking my nipple between your thumb and index finger. Pinching it lightly, teasing it. I felt your lips on my nipple now, kissing it, caressing it with your tongue. My legs spread wider as you layed in between them. Pushing your weight against me in all the right places. My back arched slightly as your tongue streamed down my center. I no longer had thoughts of imagining you eating my pussy as I know had your mouth over it. Spreading those lips and playing with my clit. Your fingers intruding on my tight hole while my hips bucked against your hand. It felt so good, and I could hardly stand to take it.

I knew you could feel my pussy pulsate as your mouth was following along in succession. I gripped your hair harder as I had imagined before, your body coming up right before I had the chance to cum. Your kiss was deep on my lips, and I kissed you back just as passionately. I could feel your cock slide slowly deep inside me. I cried out as it was so unexpected. Not only the point of entry, but you were more masculine that I imagined. Your hands gripped my inner thighs and forced my legs wide apart. Thrusting lustfully inside of me. I grabbed the bedrail behind me, gripping it hard while taking all of you.

A bead of sweat dropped from your forehead and hit the center of my throat as my head leaned back. Your right hand gripped my left breasts before taking it in your mouth. My arms came down, I held you tightly against me. Fuck me! I cried out. Feeling you slow down was not what I wanted.

Your form overpowered mine, and your hands grabbed my hips, rolling me over on my stomach. I was more than willing as doggystyle is my favorite position. Your left hand pushing on the center of my back as you slid your cock deep inside me once more. It felt more painful as before, but so much more of pleasure combined. Wrapping your arm around my stomach and lifting me up. My back pressing against your stomach as your other hand took hold of my neck. My lips were so close to yours and I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to lick them.

Massaging my clit while you held me up by the neck was something I hadn't imagine you doing. I was wet, on the verge of cumming, and I could feel your cock throb within me. Our bodies moved up to the head of the bed, and he pushed me against the opening where the wall met. My knees inches from the bar below, you keeping me pressed hard against the wall. I looked and saw your hand go up. Smacking my ass in such a fluid motion. I felt your fingers now rubbing my clit. Soft and gentle. Faster and hard. It felt so good as you smacked my ass and plunged your hard cock in and out of my wet cunt.

I cried out more and more with each smack to my ass. Your probing fingers enlightening the height of my orgasm. You huffed, breathing in and out so strong, and I knew you were going to come. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of you inside of me. Sliding in and out, throbbing. Those fingers. Mmmm. I licked my lips once more and as I could feel my orgasm exploding within me, you were shooting your load deep inside me. Taking it out to spread the rest over my ass with the head of your cock. I took my time breathing as you rolled out of bed.

Putting your pants on, I turned my head to look at you. Sliding down ontop of the mattress. We knew that we both wanted it, and he smiled at me before walking out of the room.

I have to remember to leave my door open for him again.