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On My Mind
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On My Mind While I've always thought she was attractive, in the 5 years we've lived next door to each other, I never thought of Beth as more than a neighbor and friend. Now, I can't get her off my mind. I can still feel her hands firmly guiding my hips and I find myself daydreaming about her. This morning, sitting at the desk in my home office, I drifted off looking out the window. Something caught my eye and brought me back to the present. It was the neighbors' door opening and Beth leaving for work. She was wearing a teal winter hat, the ends of her light brown hair curling slightly out from underneath it. Her short gray skirt clung lightly to her hips and legs over black leggings and knee high black boots. I felt a flutter in my chest as my pulse quickened. My eyes were glued to her. She opened the car door and leaned in to put her bag in the passenger seat. Her skirt stretched taut across her round ass. She wiggled wickedly as she adjusted her bag and pulled herself from the car and I was surprised by a sudden pressure in my crotch. My hand went instinctively to the bulge in my pants as I imagined myself walking up behind her while she was leaning into her car. I started slowly stroking myself. The car is parked, like always with the passenger side to the street and the open door blocking the view across their front lawn to the neighbors house. I walk quickly across the driveway and call out softly, "stay right there, Beth." She starts to tense and move instinctively but I'm there, holding gently onto her hips. My hands slowly slide up her sides and onto her back rubbing reassuringly. As she starts to relax I bring my hands back to her waist and pull her firmly against the erection in my pants. She lets out a small gasp but doesn't pull away. My hands follow her thighs to the bottom of her skirt and I lift it over her ass Seeing the leggings stretched tight across her ass and her panties bunched around her<b> damp </font></b>pussy makes me grind harder. I fumble, unbuttoning my pants with one hand, and finally release my throbbing cock. I push it against the hot, wet fabric and she moans, loudly this time. I'm snapped back to reality by the pressure building. My pants are on the floor and I'm leaning back in my office chair stroking my rock hard cock. I feel the pre-cum lubricating the tip. Then see the first little spurt of cum followed by a thick creamy white rope that splatters across my stomach. I keep stroking fervently, imagining her moaning before me. I wonder if I'm destined to fantasize about her or if I can find a way to bridge the gap and see if she wants me as badly as I want her. |
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