We just left the café, about to part our separate ways. As we said our good byes and went in for the traditional hug, I quickly turned my head to face hers and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She jerked back in surprise as I looked into her hazelnut eyes, trying to determine if I made a mistake. Quickly, with her one hand still around my back in mid hug, she took her other hand and placed it on the back of my head, pulling me forward to where our lips met once again. Only this time with more aggressiveness and filled with desire. As we continued our kiss, standing at the exit of the café, our tongues exploring each other's, my hands exploring her back over her business casual blouse, the world came to a halt. She sucked in my bottom lip and bit on it as we slowly broke away from our kiss. Our eyes darted back in forth, as our breathing remained heavy. I took time to notice every detail of her face, as if I didn't already have it memorized. Her auburn hair, shoulder length and wavy, was partially covering her lightly freckled cheeks. I used this as an excuse to move her hair away and tuck it behind her ear, as I caress her face, she leaned into my hand. Each of us wondering what this means, and what our next move was going to be.
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I awoke in a sweat trying to remember where I was, hearing a constant chirping. I turned to my right and my alarm clock was informing me what I just experienced, was unfortunately a dream. However, my manhood was standing at a complete attention, wanting the dream to continue. I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes, trying to take in what I just experience, when I hear a new sound...a light snore. I look to my left and see my beautiful wife, Melissa, still asleep as peaceful as ever. The only problem was she was not the woman in my dream.
The woman in my dream was Emma, our next door neighbor. I first ran into her a few days after we moved into our 2 story, condo style townhouse. She is 5'3, 22 years old which, and she has the cutest button nose I've ever seen. My name is Zach, I'm 5'5, 32 years old, blonde hair with blue eyes, and while I normally over look someone as young as she is, she had a body to kill for, therefore she caught my attention.
We've known each for a few months, however it was only recently when I started to have vivid dreams of her. I believe it all started due to one cool spring night, when my wife and I had our 2nd floor Master Bedroom window open. Since we lived in the same townhouse, I expected Emma's layout to be very similar to ours, just mirrored, meaning her bedroom shared the same wall as ours. However, it was made with good quality construction because we could never hear her in her room, and I never paid attention to what she was up to. This night was different though, as a noise woke me up from my deep slumber. As I was coming to, at first I thought one of my kids down the hall was in pain or crying. I tried to strain to hear better when I recognize a faint moan coming from my left. I looked over expecting Melissa to be awake, but she was out cold. The noise continued and then I heard the male counterpart. The only thing that made sense was that Emma's bedroom window was open as well and she was with some guy, who I presumed was her boyfriend.
I continued to listen as her moans got louder and deeper. I can hear her male counterpart groan as well and the squeaks of a bed frame. I instantly became aroused and soon, my right hand found its way to my manhood and started to stroke it lightly, trying to find their rhythm. I heard their pace pick up and Emma crying out "Oh my God, YES! Right there, don't stop!". It was then followed by the unmistakable sound of an orgasm hitting her hard. I was on the edge of cumming myself, but I didn't want to risk making a mess in our bed, then having to explained that to my wife the following morning. So I waited until I knew they stopped, and went to our adjoining Master Bathroom. I assumed our bathrooms also shared the same room, so after I got myself off, cumming into the toilet, she would hear me flush. I went back to bed, trying to see if I could hear anything else. The only noise that greeted my ears was my wife light snores and the sounds of crickets outside. After that incident, I couldn't look at Emma the same way again. I had to know what she looked like under her clothes, and what kind of freak was she in bed.
It's been a few weeks since Emma I ran into each other, and even longer for it to be nice with the windows open again. One afternoon, I got home later than usual, due to a work meeting running passed its designated time. As I pulled into our lot, I noticed that Emma was walking up to her door. I quickly got out of my car and walked to my door as well, making sure to call out "Hi" to her. She turned, smiled, and wave before entering her townhouse.
I entered my house and started to open our windows, as it was cooler outside. My wife sleeps better when the windows are open, so I wanted to make sure she was comfortable. The fact that I may have another chance at hearing Emma's overnight activities was just an added bonus. Melissa wasn't home yet, as she was taking our two kids to her mom's house overnight, since it wasn't a school night. I had dinner in the oven, making her favorite: steak and baked potatoes. My goal was even if Emma didn't get lucky tonight, maybe I will.
