In the short walk from the downstairs living room to the guest bedroom, my mind was reeling. My young neighbor Amanda, dressed only in a pair of my old boxers and a borrowed T-shirt, was leading the way, holding my hand with a backward trailing arm. Her phone was in her other hand-I hadn't seen her pick it up, but like most young people, it went with her everywhere. Walking into the dimly lit room, I admired again the lithe shape of her body as it moved in front of me. My heart was still hammering from the explosive orgasm she had given me, and the prospect of exploring every inch of her was already arousing me again.
A few short hours ago, I saw her sitting on a bench in the pouring rain. Her volatile mother had brought over another boyfriend, willfully ignoring the social distancing idea entirely. I had gone out to see if I could help, and when I saw it was Amanda-a young woman I had seen growing up-I offered my home as shelter. At that point, I had no designs on her. Once she was inside, however, I was irresistibly drawn to her, and she noticed my lustful gaze. Instead of getting angry, though, she confessed to similar feelings and one thing led to another.
The bedside lamp was on, and its soft, yellow light illuminated the bed. Amanda turned when she got there and let go of my hand. Her eyes were shadowed, but I could see an excited gleam reflected in them, and her lip was caught between her teeth.
"I want to be naked with you, Steve...do you want to see my body?"
"Oh my God, yes!" I gasped in response.
"Sit down, then."
I edged past her and perched on the edge of the bed. My hands went behind me for support, and I leaned back to watch the show. She leaned down to set her phone next to the lamp, and my mouth fell open when I saw the golden light fall onto the length of her young frame. It highlighted the fall of her hair past her cheek. The smooth skin and downy hair on her arm. The silhouette of her breast as she bent forward. The firm muscle of her thigh as she planted her foot for balance. She was so young and beautiful and breathtaking, and I wanted so desperately to touch her!
Her fingers, though, were busy on the phone, as as she straightened, a song I didn't recognize began to play. When Amanda straightened up, her body caught the slow, sensual rhythm of the music and with small motions, she began to dance in front of me. Her shoulders went one way, her hips another, and her arms crossed in front of her, pushing her breasts outward hypnotically. My eyes roamed from the lustful pout of her lips down to the swaying breasts and lower to see her knees rocking forward, showing off the smooth lines of her thighs.
Without speaking, her lips curled into a knowing smile and she leaned forward, still swaying. Her hands came to rest on my bare thighs, inches from my stiffening erection.
"Do you want to see more?" she asked in a provocative tone.
"God yes!" I replied, too horny to elaborate.
With a firm squeeze, she pushed upright again. Her arms crossed in in front of her once more, but this time, she grasped the hemline of my old white T-shirt and began to lift. Each throb of the music brought another inch or two of elevation. The waistline of my boxers appears, and then the smooth, firm skin of her belly. My eyes were locked on the rising edge, savoring every inch that came into view. The top of her hip bones. The enticing well of her navel. The bottom of her ribcage...all coming slowly to light in front of me.
When she reached the lower curve of her breasts, she stopped to tease me awhile. She pulled the fabric tight across her chest, her nipples prominent through the cotton, and each lateral movement caused her breasts to bunch and swell. I wanted so badly to reach for them, but I didn't want to break the spell she was weaving.
Finally, she took pity on me and eased the hem up another inch. The pale half-moons of the undersides of her breasts came into view. I was thrilled, and a little voice inside my head expressed its awe at the erotic power of this young woman. How was I so entranced that a simple peek at part of her breasts left me gasping?
While those thoughts flickered through my mind, though, Amanda was still dancing. Her thighs crossed more tightly, pulling the flannel of my boxers tight against her groin.
Up top again, she raised the T-shirt more, letting it catch on her small, erect nipples. The pressure of her lift pulled those sweet globes upward, prolonging the moment before they slipped out. I groaned aloud when they finally did-their perfect shape and prominence struck me like a blow. The shirt was over her face or she would have laughed at my stunned expression.
With a quick motion, she finished taking it off and tossed it aside. Her hands went to her midriff then and her fingers spread. Achingly slow, they began to caress her hips, her belly, and her waist. I could hear them whisper as they slipped across the clear firm skin.
At last, she reached her breasts and her hands turned upward. Amanda cupped her breasts as if she were offering them to me, still swaying in time with the music and lifting each one slightly as she danced.
All of my attention was on those pale orbs of perfection in front of me. Her small nipples were fully erect and the dark pink areolas crinkled with desire as well, almost beckoning my lips. Instead, Amanda answered their desire by pinching each one with her thumb and forefinger, tugging the tight little tubs forward, letting them go, and then flicking each one with her thumb. Her lips fell open at that point, and I could see a sheen of sweat on her forehead. Like my own, her breathing became deeper as she started to arouse herself more and more.
Letting go of her breasts, she brought both hands to the base of her throat and then trailed her fingertips down the sweet valley of her cleavage, following the line all the way down past her navel until she came to the waistband of her shorts. Instead of dipping inside as I longed to do, however, she ran her fingertips down the outside of the fabric. When she reached her mound, her hands went flat again and she caressed herself there, curling her fingers onto the inner part of her thigh as she continued to move with the music.
