A fantasy about a Sarah who discovers about how sexual she can be without feeling guilty about it.
It is one of those warm summer nights. It is really warm the sun setting and the warm evening breeze is blowing straight in to the luxurious apartment that she had just moved into. She was dressed in a short strappy satin black and white she had bought while on holiday. Walking toward the balcony, she leaned over the rail, exposing what she had underneath the sexy little dress. As the breeze blew, her dress was flung just above her round bottom. Sarah felt the warm breeze rush between her legs. Below was the guy who live next door, he looked up and he could see what she was trying to conceal and smiled. She smiled back and she understood what he was thinking. He was tall, dark hair, brown eyes and a very sexy smile. She had seen him twice now since she moved in. He was dressed in blue jeans, short sleeved cotton shirt. She took a deep breath and she could almost feel him. The thought instantly made her womanhood moist. He kept on looking up at her while walking almost stumbling on to the pedestal ashtray that stood by the front door, she looked back at him too and smiled.
She walked back into the huge living room and closed the door behind her, then she felt like she had left something behind on the terrace and went back. She could not resist looking down to see if he was still there .At this point her heart was thumping so hard against her perfect sensual breasts, she felt her nipple stiffen as the breeze swished her dress again. He was still there, tempted to invite him over, she just stood there, the wicked ideas running through her head. She could not do it.
Her apartment stood on the 2 floor of the building, lavishly furnished with very tasteful furniture. She had orange and blue leather sofa set, beautiful solid frosted glass table. The windows were huge and it was pleasurably bright. She had blue soft carpet covering and vanilla colored curtains. She had the stereo next to the small but lovely fireplace. Still thinking about the sexy neighbor, she leaned over and flipped the CD case open and removed her favorite CD…Vangelis. In between her legs she could feel it getting more moist constantly thinking about him..His name was Brent as she found out later. She slumped herself on the sofa and began massaging her pussy lips. The more she thought of him the more she got wet, she stuck her finger into the now very moist lovecave. Her body wriggled and bucked as she was pleasuring herself. She could feel her lovecave swallow her finger and she began to moan. It felt so good. She thought. She had forgotten one thing though LOCKING THE DOOR.
She went on rubbing and fingering and moaning everytime she came, the cum running down the ass. She rolled, changing position, wanting more. How she wished for Brent!! Not remembering that the door was unlocked she took pleasure in making herself cum and cum. Meanwhile Brent seemed to have the same thoughts. He paced back and forth in the hallway between their apartments.
