"God damn it, Robert Johnson Junior," my next-door neighbor gasped as my cock popped out her lips. "If you don't put it in me right now I swear I'm going to kill you."
It was a hot, bright August afternoon, and we were both filmed with a sheen of sweat, but the air in the bedroom was suddenly cold on my spit-slicked erection, and the washes of warmth over the underside of my cock from her ragged breathing sent a shiver through me. I needed her heat maybe even more than her words had told me she wanted mine, but still I paused to savor that delicious moment of anticipation.
Her calling me by my full name was a reminder of our southern heritage, a usage pretty much abandoned now in the twenty-first century, but one that harked back to days long gone, when life moved at a slower pace and time stretched endlessly before us. When it seemed it was always summer, and the evenings eased imperceptibly into night and we had all the time in the world.
I looked down at her, at her black hair spread over the pillow and her dark eyes shining even through their half-closed lids. I leaned forward and kissed her blood-filled lips before pulling back and inching down along her body. My balls dragged through the perspiration on her breasts and I stopped to revel in the sight of my hard-on slipping through the valley between them.
She raised her head to watch with me. She rested her hands loosely on my thighs, and her voice was almost lazy when she spoke again.
"You know, Bobby, yours is the first one I ever saw, but it's still the most beautiful one in the world." Her hands came up and squeezed her breasts tight around me, and this time my shiver didn't have anything to do with the temperature.
It took me a moment to fight down my excitement, but I had to tease her. "The most beautiful what?" Southern women are masters of euphemism, and I wondered what she'd say.
She leaned forward and her tongue traced along the underside of my dick. She laid a sloppy kiss on the shining head. Then she settled back and gave me her killer smile.
"You're wasting time, Bobby."
"Oh, sorry," I told her as I continued down and lifted her hips and rested the tip of my cock at her entrance. She thrust herself up at me, but I held her down with my hands on her thighs.
