He started to rub the front of my thighs and I started to unzip my short shorts. He paused and looked up at me and I was smiling at him. Without a word, he took down my shorts while I unbuttoned my blouse. He started to softly caress my flat tummy and I asked him to reach behind and unhook the bra. Once off, his mouth got all drooling wet just looking at my perfect breasts. I brought his shy hands up to them and started to guide his fingers all over as if he had never touched breasts before. He gulped while I slowly slipped off my panties. I wrapped my ankles around his torso and pulled him down on top of me and we started to softly kiss. All of a sudden, I roughly turned him over onto his back and then I was on top, pulling his sweats off of him very quickly. I moved my knees up to his cheeks and pinned down his shoulders with my legs, hovering my smooth, shaved, hot pink pussy just inches above his lips. I did the splits right down onto his mouth and my pussy swallowed up his wet tongue while he stared up at me as I fondled my breasts, licked my lips, and my nipples got very hard.

No words were spoken as I climaxed over and over again from gyrating my hips and grinding my pussy, clitty, and ass all over his lips, tongue, and chin. I was unconcerned about how hard his cock was at that time and I could tell that he was totally into watching me and feeling me cumming all over his face, leaving him sticky-wet. I finally smiled, giggled a little, got up off of him, and quietly slipped into a red silk robe. I lit up a cigarette, poured us both some tea while he got dressed and then we stepped back out onto my porch while he quickly swallowed his tea. I told him thanks for coming over and helping me out and that I would let him know if I needed anymore of his assistance soon. Still in shock, his lips parted, as if to say something, but he was speechless, and he turned and stepped down my walk, but kept staring back at me over his shoulder. I smiled and waved bye to him and giggled inside, noticing his shorts looked like they were about to be split by his extremely hard cock inside of them.

I had given him the gift of my golden pussy juices, allowing him to be the vessel for my pleasure for a brief time and now he was totally mine and would not be able to go through the day without thinking about how much he loved the fact that I completely owned him and his huge cock. I was just being neighborly!

I had predicted, in my mind, that he was going to approach me the next day and I totally nailed the excuse that he ended up having to talk to me again. I was sitting out on my porch, with my robe very loosely hanging off of my shoulders, sipping some tea and reading the paper, but I refused to look up at him even as I heard him huffing up the sidewalk. Then I acted surprised to see him, we exchanged “good mornings”, and he stammered through some small talk, distracted by a full-on look at my panties and bra, on the way to his big line. He asked me to let him know if I needed any work done around the house or on my property, telling me he was very handy. It was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes since I just knew he was going to say that.

That’s when I let him know, with the bat of my eyelashes and an innocent smile, that my husband was often gone and that I would certainly take him up on that, but I didn’t allude to anything current. He then started looking around, trying to find something that needed work, but the lawn had just been cut and the hedges were recently trimmed. I could tell he was desperate to help himself by helping me, lol, but he could find nothing, so I finally put my hand on his knee and told him that I would really try hard to find something for him to do.

Immediately, the goosebumps popped up on his skin and his cock got rock hard and he blushed and stuttered his acknowledgement. I told him to have a great day, he reciprocated, and then tripped down the stairs and barely stayed on his feet as the image of my curling red-painted toes kept him from looking forward before he lurched down the sidewalk. I had to stifle a hearty laugh and just waved bye to him with a flirty knowing look on my face. This guy was just about at the breaking point and I had him right where I wanted him.

I decided to be aggressive, as is my typical mode with a guy like this, and made sure I went out to get my mail when he was jogging by the next day. So, he came up to me, finally stopped moving, and introduced himself. He apologized for being sweaty and I just told him it looked good on him and he blushed. There I was, in a sexy robe that wasn’t sheer, but the cloth belt was very loose. I made sure of that so that he could get a load of my bountiful cleavage. I giggled when I noticed he was trying to stutter through a conversation while staring below my belt, hoping to get a free peek beyond the fringe of my panties. I asked him if he remembered where a woman’s eyes were located and he started apologizing and trying to play it off by saying an old girlfriend had the same robe. Yeah, right!

I then confirmed that he was single, not that it mattered much to me, and he again blushed as I subtly licked my lips and then I walked back up to my front door while he stammered out a “nice to meet you”. I just did the old hair flip and gave him my evil grin over my shoulder without saying a word. I thought, this guy is so much putty in my hands right now. I think I am going to enjoy stretching out his torture. It will be a battle of his shy pride and my patience in waiting to pounce on my prey.

I know you are driven to stop and stare as you see me walking past you, my hips shaking and baking through my hot tight skirt. You see how my thighs pour out from underneath, their muscles tight and lean, powering my strut and bending at the knee gracefully. My calves drive you mad from my six-inch heels displaying their tone, rippling through my sheer black stockings. You can’t take your eyes off of me, staring from toe to waist, my lovely round ass swaying effortlessly as a consequence of my naturally genetic sculpting.

You want to get under my skirt so bad and I know it. I love to stand up and smooth my medium-length red nails down the fabric to straighten out the fit before walking away. I use this short pause to discreetly detect all of your eyes, men and women, stopping to unblinkingly obsess about how you can see up under that wonderfully fetching bit of clothing. You wonder what my panties look like or if I am wearing them at all. You guess if I am waxed under there and how sweet I must smell. You ache to crawl between my legs and kiss up my legs and taste my honey lips up under that skirt and it drives you so crazy that you dream about it all night after I have walked away and out the door.

It makes me smile every time I know that I have driven you to delicious obsession over what you might find if you could just be lucky enough to get up under my tight skirt. Who knows? Keep dreaming and you just might be fortunate someday. Call me and find out what’s hidden from you and satisfy your aching curiosity right now.

Every woman loves a man who knows how to use their lips and tongue to drive them to a state of sexual extasy. Some prefer their men on their knees between their legs as they sit. My preference is to straddle my man’s face and hover above their mouths, sometimes teasing them with my addictive scent as their tongues stretch outward, aching to taste my sweet juices. Inevitably, I rub my stocking-encased knees up against their cheeks and lower my hot box down for them to kiss and lick up one side and down the other.

When a man knows how to use the tip of his tongue to lick up and run circles around my clit and make my eternal wetness gush, they are rewarded with endless mouthfuls of sugary, warm nectar. My man will dive in deep with his tongue and suck and suck, drinking me in and never getting enough. As I pant and moan, progressively, I writhe my soft, luscious hips all over his face and, fondling my breasts as he stares up into my eyes, my nipples remaining erect as I alternately bite my lower lip and lick the upper one.

I can cum in multiples this way for hours at a time, but I usually prefer to turn around and settle into a lovely 69. I can’t help it because there gets to be a point where I must have him deep in my mouth, but that’s a story for another day. Yum!