Free Emotion in Motion: An Erotic Anthology by Kristen Thomas

 
    I walked
through the door of my flat, dropped my keys and bills onto the hallway table,
and headed into the kitchen in search of a drink.  Wandering into the living
room, a cold Barr Cola in one hand, it took me some time to notice the woman
sitting quietly on my sofa.  My first instinct was to ring the police, but I remembered
that I’d left my cellphone in the kitchen on the charger.  While I was
pondering my next move, I recognized the young woman as the new neighbor who’d
moved into the flat next door just the week before.  I started to say something
to her, but once I realized that she was not merely sitting on my sofa, and her
hands were in fact quite busy underneath her skirt, I dropped in to the nearest
overstuffed chair to enjoy the show.
     
    At first
I couldn’t see anything under her skirt.  The soft material was moving back and
forth with every motion of her hand.  My mind filled in the missing visual; her
fingers playing lightly across her neatly trimmed bush, dipping into her wet
slit and rubbing across her swollen clit.  There was a hitch in her breathing
and she suddenly moved her legs apart.  I was greeted with the perfect view of
her playing with herself.  I had been mistaken.  Her slit was cleanly shaved, a
sight that caused my cock to jump in appreciation.  In her hand was a large
dildo.  As she thrust it in and pulled it out, it glistened with her juices. 
Every time the length of it was buried inside her she would moan and arch her
back against the sofa.  Her large breasts would rise and fall with each
thrust.  Her eyes were closed and a small smile played across her lips; her
tongue would dart out every so often and run across her lips moistening them
before she chewed on her bottom lip and moaned loudly.
     
    The soda
sat on the floor next to the chair, full and forgotten.  I could feel my
trousers growing tighter and more uncomfortable as I watched the show.  I had
the urge to unzip them just to give my cock room to grow, but I wasn’t sure how
she would react to such a bold move.  I shifted slightly in the chair giving my
cock and balls a chance to adjust to the cramped space they now occupied.  I absently
stroked the length of my shaft through the material of the trousers and felt a
shudder of pleasure flood through my stomach at the hardness.  There was no
turning back now, I thought, and unzipped the trousers as quietly as possible.
     
    The
buxom brunette stopped cold and her eyes flew open at the sound of the zipper. 
When she was able to focus on me, the smile stretched into a smirk. 
     
    “Surely
you’re not going to just sit there and stroke yourself,” she said saucily.
     
    I
shrugged my shoulders in reply but said nothing.
     
    She ran
her finger over her clit, buried it deep inside her pussy, pulled it out and
sucked all her juices off of it.  She arched an eyebrow at me.
     
    “I taste
absolutely divine.  Care to try me?”
     
    I nodded.
     
    She
practically bounced off the couch and crossed the distance between us in
seconds.  She smoothly reached into my trousers and revealed my throbbing
cock.  She swirled her tongue around the deep purple head and the skin
glistened with her spit.  Slowly she lowered her mouth down the shaft until her
nose was buried in my pubes.  While the head of my cock was buried in her
throat, she started doing things with her tongue that sent shivers down my
spine.  A delightful slurping sound accompanied the best head I’ve ever had and
it was taking all my concentration not to shoot a huge load down her throat. 
Her fingers brushed against my balls and I nearly shot out of the chair.  Her
breasts were rubbing against my thighs as she bobbed up and down on my cock.  I
grabbed her hair and eased her off.
     
    “Fuck
me,” she gasped.  “Now.”
     
    I dumped
her onto her back on the rug and slammed my cock into her so hard the rug
scooted across the floor a few inches.  Her hips rose to meet each thrust