When I worked from home today, I had no idea it would be so satisfying. Here is my hot as fuck neighbor, telling me he listened to me getting busy all day and he's now going to fulfill my dirty desires. I can't imagine what he heard or thinks he heard but I never expected he'd be here with dinner and a down-to-fuck attitude. At least with me. He says he's going to be eating a lot but I haven't eaten more than a few bites of chow mein and a spring roll and I'm certain he meant eating more than dinner. Yes, please!
My flannel has the two center buttons closed but otherwise, I'm naked. I sit criss cross on my sofa while Bennett takes the chair. My stomach is nervously excited so I lean forward and set my food down feigning fullness. "That was good, I'll have to order from there next time. My regular place closed down." I say, stretching my legs out to prop my feet on the coffee table. My skin is so pale, being a redhead, but it's smooth with freckles dotted on it and I've always loved my freckles.
"What is that?" Bennett asks curiously.
"What?" I reply.
"That," he gets up, hunching over to look at something by me then stops, crouching down. His eye flick up to mine and back down, taking in my shins. "It's a freckle. Freckles. So. Many. Freckles." His hands smooth up my shins to the tops of my thighs. "Where else might you have freckles, Hannah," he asks lowly.
With a chuckle, I grab his hands, "I'm sure they're mapped all over my fair skin, feel like exploring?" How the hell am I flirting? Is it good flirting, not really, it's pretty lame but fuck if I don't want him to explore my uncharted skin and unleash pandora's box.
His eyes don't leave mine as he rubs the tops of my thighs and back down to my shins, gently pressing my legs open. Sitting on the coffee table, he pushes each leg so they're bent and my feet rest on his knees.
He kisses across freckle on the inside of my knee, another on top of my other knee and his fingers swirl around my legs and knees as he continues to kiss more freckled places.
My shirt is still buttoned and the tails of it are just barely covering my bare pussy. I can feel my wetness growing just by the small movements and the thought of maybe flashing him.
"Touch yourself," Bennett says in a raspy voice.
"Here?" I smirk as I touch the tip of my nose.
"Cheeky girl. No, not there," he replies, with a sly grin, pressing my legs out so I'm in a loose butterfly yoga pose.
My shirt still covers me but has ridden up, showing how wet my inner thighs are. I can see his cock pushing against his black athletic pants. Why aren't they gray?!
He leans forward and slides his hands back up my smooth legs, swirling my juices on my inner thigh downward then unbuttons my shirt.
"Touch yourself here, honey," he says slipping his hands slip my shirt open, barely brushing my engorged clit making my empty pussy clench more. He sits back some and looks at me.
"Ah, fuck, shit, mmm," I moan and swear I almost came with his words and that slight touch.
A gravely chuckle slips out and he teases my clit and lips that are also swollen from being so turned on all day. My pussy continues clenching at nothing and getting worked up enough that an orgasm could tear through me without much more than a light graze.
"Touch that beautiful pussy. Swirl those naughty fingers over that clit and sink those fingers deep inside you," he says as he glides his left hand up my leg, grabs my right hand and pulls me forward. Taking my two middle fingers in his mouth, he sucks and swabs them in his saliva, laving his tongue in between and then guiding it down to my pussy. "Those fingers, in that pussy. Now," he commands and I swear I have a tiny orgasm making me whimper a little.
