Girl Next Door

I am a weak man.
I try to be strong. I deny my weakness, even to myself. I fight the urges, push down the fantasies. Run from temptations. But my weakness. my fantasies, my temptations are hard to escape. Especially when they manifest in my neighbors' sexy young daughter. too sexy. Too young.
Understand that young is a relative term. To a man of fiftey, thrity is young. To a man of eighty, fifty is young. I am neither fifty, nor eighty. I am not yet thirty. you can speculate on a nuber that makes her young in relation to a man of twenty nine years. But she is a few years from voting, or legally consuming alchohol. I will provide no more details.
I try not to stare as she walks down the road. Her tee-shirt plunging over her breasts to the flatness of her stomach as it strives to reach her waist. It comes up short, much to my dismay, revealing over two inches of firm, tan stomach, complete with belly button. And her shorts. I can not imagine what would possess a father to allow his daughter out of the house in such shorts. I can only guess that it is some sinister plot of fate to chip away at my defenses. The shorts hardly cover her ass. They are purple and the so closely follow the contours of her body that my mind wanders of it's own volition down a path that leads to my tounge probing and tasting those hidden secrets of her flowering womaness.
Her legs are long. Athletic and deeply tanned, they haunt my dreams. I have seen those legs clenched tightly to a horse's sides as she races around a figure eight pattern of a barrel race, her face frozen in such a mix of passion and utter joy as to appear near climax. How I envy the horse. I see those legs entwinning my body, feel their strength, and their vulnerability. Her passion and her innocence. Why must I think such thoughts.
Her hair, dark and lusturious, falls around her tannened neck and school, girl's face. Yet the eyes are those of woman. Smokey and full of something akin to lust as she turns to look at me.
Am I crazy? Is she really thinking some of the same thoughts. She smiles, but not the smile of a neighbor. It is predatory and hungry. I imagine a gazell might feel this way under the lustful smile of a hunting cat. Her lips are blood red and I can almost feel them incircling my penis, sliding over the ever hardening shaft to escalate my body nearer and nearer to it's breaking point.
I am sweating now, and my breathing laboured. I need a cold shower. I also need to release so of the sexual tension her casual walk by my house has caused. The shower it is then.
I began to turn, to go inside, away from this young temptress, but before I cna escape, my fears are realized. She is walking towards me. Up my driveway. Surely she can hear my heart beat now. She is so close, and closing with me by the second. Her lips are slightly parted and I catch a glimps of a sensual tounge, moving over them. Definatly a hunting cat.
She is in front of me and her eyes take me in. They linger on the growing bulge in my pants and then come up to meet mine, knowingly. Dear lord, this is really happening.
She steps closer. I feel the lightest brush of her breasts against me as she leans near to whisper in my ear.
"Come inside. I have something I want to give you. Something no one else can ever have. I want you to take it."
With that, she saunters into my house. Out of my dreams, my fantasies, and into my bedroom.
I follow.
We do not speak. I undress her and am not disapointed at the body I find underneath. She seems to like what she finds also. She allows herself a small gasp as my fingers brush her young body for the first time. Another gasp as her hands pull out my fully erect penis. At first she seems not to comprehend all the steps in this dance. But she is a fast learner.
Her skin is warm and so smooth. Her body seems to have a mine of it's own as I touch her. Her breasts smell faintly of soap and roses. They taste even better. I move downward, letting my tounge be my guide, probing for her most secret spots. As I taste her already wet pussy for the first time, her reaction is almost violent. Her screams rend the stillness of my otherwise empty house, as her fingers claw the bed sheets. Soon, she is pulling away. Now she explores my body and she does everything right. I have never been so hard as when she slides my dick into her mouth. Her red lips part to take on every inch of me and soon she is moving like a seasoned veteran. It feels so great and I love to see my penis, hard as stone, moving in and out of her mouth. I could let this go on for hours, but I am aching for her pussy.
When I enter her, she moans. A deep, throaty moan, full of intense pleasure and intense pain. THe pleasure wins over and soon I am grinding deep inside her, feeling her body respond as it learns new pleasures. I feel her juices as they cum. She is out of control and I couldn't stop if her father or my wife came into the room. Her skin is hot beneath me, but inside she is like molten lava. My dick burns, but it burns for her. Faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. I pull her against me, wanting to reach ever inch of her. She screams and bucks against me. I feel my pleasure escalating and i can not hold out any longer. I release an explosive climax and I am rewarded to feel her body shudder as she reaches one final, incredible climax with me.
We fall into a tangle of nakedness, still locked in passions embrace. We kiss, my tounge now probing her mouth. As I pull away one question hangs in the stillness.
"What time are you walking by tommorrow?"