Story 34 #3
She also had a shirt on, with the top couple of buttons undone so that her breasts looked as though they couldn’t be contained, and the bottom buttons were undone with the shirt tied beneath her breasts, showing off her soft stomach, the tanned expanse of it looking so tempting to him, so inviting.
He thought about his hands on her body, sliding over that sweet softness. He suddenly felt heat in his cheeks.
"Hi," he said at last when he had regained some semblance of self-control, "I'm Paul."
She was looking at him as though she expected something more.
He pointed behind himself, across the street.
“I’m your neighbor,” he said, trying to get a grip, trying to calm down, “I live just across the street. I thought that I’d come over and say hello.”
"Oh, I see," she said. She looked him up and down, smirking slightly, a light in her eyes, "So you're the welcome committee, are you? I must say, this is a very welcome surprise. Why don't you come on in? My name is Lucy, by the way."
Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked back inside the house. He followed her, looking at her fat ass, seeing that it was just as lovely as he had imagined that it would be.
He could see her ass cheeks pushing out below the shorts, and he silently thanked whoever it was that had decided to cut those shorts so wonderfully short.
She led him through to the kitchen. He was slightly surprised to see that almost everything seemed to have been unpacked already.
She turned to him and seemed to notice him looking around.
“As you can see,” she said, “I’ve been quite busy.”
“So I see,” he replied, “looks good.”
She stepped in close to him then. He was taller than she and had to look down at her when she was right in front of him, like this. Now, it was almost impossible not to look down the front of her shirt, to look at the swell of her breasts, the sweet crack between the two of them.
“Just what I was thinking,” she said, and then she took hold of one of his hands, squeezing it.
“What do you say?” She asked him, “Do you want to welcome me to the neighborhood properly?”
For a moment, he thought that he must have misunderstood what she was saying. But, no, there could be no misunderstanding of her intent.
He felt his heart racing. Was this really about to happen?
He stroked her face, and she closed her eyes for a moment. His hand pushed some loose hairs behind her ear.
“Is this really what you want?” he asked her. She nodded.
“What better way to get to know the neighbors?”
And then she let go of his hand, her hand then moving up behind his head, pulling his face down to hers, her lips parting, and then the two of them were kissing, and she kissed him roughly, her tongue pushing into his mouth, hungry for him.
He matched her energy, feeling just as hungry for her as she was for him.
His hand caressed her face for a moment as his other hand went to her waist, settling on it, feeling her wonderful curves, that plump softness that he had been yearning for since he had first seen her.
His other hand then left her face and went to the other side of her waist, wanting more of her.
Her hand on the back of his head moved down to the base of his neck, massaging the muscle there with the tips of her fingers.
Her hand then moved down his back, heading down to his ass and grabbing hold of it, squeezing it, holding him tight, and her other hand went to one of his arms, stroking his bicep and then moving down to his forearm, and then her hand left his arm and went to the front of his body,
pulling at his shirt and moving beneath it, feeling his stomach before moving down and then resting on the top of his pants, almost as though she was about to undo them, to get his cock out.
As far as he was concerned, if that was what she wanted to do, then he was more than willing for her to do it right away.
His cock was rock-hard now, pushing against his pants, ready to be unleashed.
But she didn't do it. Instead, she moved her hand to his stomach again, resting there as her other hand stroked his ass.
Their kiss somehow grew even more intense.
He pushed her back against one of the kitchen work surfaces, and then his kisses moved to her throat.
He heard her gasp, and then he was pushing himself up against her, grinding his cock against her, and she was holding him close as he did so, loving the feel of his body against her just as he was loving the feel of her wonderful, soft body against his.
She bent one of her legs at the knee, pulling the leg up his thigh, her chubby thigh pushing against him, and his hand went to it, stroking it, squeezing it, his fingers digging into the supple flesh.
He turned his head to look down at it and saw the way that his fingers pushed into her thigh, marveling at her softness, at the expanse of her body.
Then one of her hands, the one that wasn’t already squeezing his ass, turned his face back to hers, and then her lips were on his again, kissing him roughly, just like before.
The hand on her thigh moved up, up, past her thigh, going around behind her and grabbing hold of her ass, and it felt just as wonderful as he imagined that it would as his fingers dug into it.
His other hand was still on her waist, and now it moved around to the front of her body, feeling the swell of her stomach beneath his hand, feeling the rise and fall of it as she breathed. His fingers went to her belly button, and one finger moved around it in slight circles.
His hand then moved up her body, moving over the front of her shirt, moving over one of her massive, magnificent breasts, stroking it through the material of the shirt, and wishing that she was wearing something thinner.
He stroked it lightly, but he couldn't help himself. He had to have more.
He grabbed hold of it, squeezing it, and then she had one hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly.
His hands dropped to his sides. Had he done something wrong? Had he moved too quickly? No, he didn’t think that was it. Besides, she was smiling at him still, her cheeks wonderfully flushed.
“Someone’s keen,” she said. And then, as though wanting to prove it to herself, her hand went to the front of his pants and grabbed hold of the hard bulge there, giving it a playful squeeze.
“I think that we should take things upstairs, what do you say?” she said.
He nodded. In truth, he would have been just as happy to stay here, to fuck her in the kitchen, bend her over the kitchen table, fuck her on the floor, get her down there on all fours as he moved behind her, fucking away at her as she screamed with pleasure.
But he supposed that the bedroom was a more logical place for them to go to.
“Don’t worry,” she purred, giving his bulge another little squeeze, “I have every intention of fucking you in every room of this house. We’ll be back here soon enough. But, for now, the bedroom seems like the best place to start, don’t you think?”
He smiled and nodded.
She walked past him, and he followed, following her upstairs, watching the wonderful jiggle of her ass and the way that it seemed as though it would spill out at any moment, as he followed her into the bedroom.
He glanced down at the bed and then back at her, and then she was grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling him to her, kissing him again, her hands on him, and he grabbed hold of her waist again, pulling her to him, and then he felt her starting to undo his shirt as they kissed,
as his kisses moved to her throat again, and when she had the shirt undone her hands started moving over his body more and more, and then her lips were on his again before she bent down and started kissing and licking his chest.
One of his hands now moved up beneath her shirt to grab hold of one of her breasts properly, feeling its mass beneath his palm as he squeezed it, and then his thumb went to the nipple, running back and forth over it.
Then she raised her face to look into his, a smirk on her lips, and then she undid the knot at the front of her shirt, letting it fall open.
He saw her breasts released now, falling slightly to the sides now that they weren’t pushed together, and then she reached up and coyly, playfully, pulled one side of the shirt to the side, revealing her breast to him.
He reached out and stroked it, looking at it, at the wonderful roundness of it, at the large, dark nipple, and then he was kissing her again, one of his hands on her ass, pulling him to her as he started to grind up against her, his hunger for her now at an all-time high.
He bent down to her breasts, pushing his face between them, feeling their softness on his face, and then he lifted up the on that his hand was on, pushing his lips against the nipple, sucking on it, his tongue flicking at it as she gasped, as she pushed herself against the hardness in his pants,
and then he was pulling her shirt all the way off her body before she pulled his shirt all the way off his body, and he was moving from one breast to the next, sucking on them each in turn.
Her hand went to the front of his pants again, squeezing, massaging, the hard bulge there, but this time it was different - this time, she undid them, pushing them down, and then he felt her pulling his cock out, her hand wrapping around it,
squeezing it at the base and then running up and down the length of it, twisting slightly as she did so.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she murmured, “that will do,” and then he raised his face to look into hers for a moment as she jerked him off slowly, her other hand stroking his face lightly, and then he bent down to her breasts again, still hungry for them, still wildly turned on by them.
One of his hands went to her plump belly, resting there for several seconds before moving down, going to the front of her shorts, undoing the button at the top of them and then his hand was pushing down into her panties, pushing down to find her wet pussy there,
spreading her lips and rubbing at her, the tip of one finger tracing the outline of her lips before moving to her clit and rubbing back and forth.