The Woman Next Door

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

Ryan shut the SUV's door and knew he had a decision to make. The practical decision would be to head to work, stay away from his dangerous neighbor that he so desperately wanted. However, the other decision was to follow her and give into the desires that were building up inside of him. He was fighting with these urges before he realized what he was doing. He walked toward Cassandra's house, opening her front door and stepping inside.

"God...... what are you doing Ryan," he said to himself.

He did not even realize he said that out loud when he heard Cassandra respond, "You're doing something you want, Ryan. Something you need all the way down to your bones no matter the consequences."

Ryan was taken aback. He did not know what to say as Cassandra turned to face him. Her arms crossed under her amazing chest as he stared at her. "You want me, don't you?," she said before she pressed on. "Say it. Use the third wish from the other night. Say you want me with no more games, no more playing around, and no more self-inflicted guilty trips."

Ryan stared at her, his eyes widening, his cock throbbing as he thought about everything Cassandra could do for him. He needed release, and he needed it badly. She got him all worked up earlier this weekend and he left wanting more. He gasped, "God I am married....... I can't do this to my wife.... and family..." he responded slightly.

Cassandra heard his response and closed the distance to him. Before he knew what was happening he felt her reach up and pull his face down to hers. The kiss was hard and passionate, and he responded back to her by kissing back.

"I don't have any time for that 'I'm a good husband' bullshit. We both know a good husband wouldn't have followed me through this door. Say the words, what do you wish for here, now, with me?" she said against his lips.

Ryan gasped, her soft lips tempted him. He wanted to say the words but he leaned in, kissing her hard again. He then pulled back, staring down at Cassanrda. "God..... I want to fuck you..... I want you to make me cum as many times as possible..... I need you to release all these tension and sexual frustration...." he said to her.

After his response he saw her smile and pull him into the house. "Close the door, Ryan, and call your school. Tell them you've had car trouble and you'll be coming in late this morning.." she said.

Ryan shut the door as she pulled him inside, but did not care about calling the school. His mind was too focused on Cassandra. As the door slammed he felt her pulling at him again, and he leaned in, pressing his lips hard against hers passionately.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

"Say the words," she whispered against his lips, "What do you wish for here, now, with me?"

"God..... I want to fuck you..... I want you to make me cum as many times as possible..... I need you to release all these tension and sexual frustration...."

When he answered Cassandra pulled him further inside her house, "Close the door, Ryan, and call your school. Tell them you've had car trouble and you'll be coming in late this morning."

Cassandra pulled him inside her hall way, and he reached out to close the door. She smiled at him turning and pinning him up against the wall. She spread her hands over his chest smoothing her finger over the fabric of his polo shirt. She pressed her body against him looking up into his eyes. "So you want to fuck me?"

When he answered she smiled giving him a long searing kiss. "So you want me to make you cum as many times as possible?" Her hand lowered pressing firmly against the tent being pitched in his khakis.

"You need me to release the sexual tension and frustration you're feeling?" Her fingers began stroking that growing tent in those khakis.

"...Granted." At his last answer she smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "Then you're overdressed, Ryan."

While one hand was caressing his hard-on through his pants the other lifted up his polo shirt up exposing his stomach and chest. She bent down laying a kiss onto his chest.

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

"God...... I want to fuck you..... I want you to make me cum as many times as possible...... I need you to release all this tension and sexual frustration....." Ryan began. He was giving into the desires that he was feeling. Ever since he met Cassandra, he had been attracted to her. Yet, after the night in her back yard, he had found himself craving her. He knew it was wrong, he was married with a family. Yet, in this moment he did not care.

"Close the door, Ryan, and call your school. Tell them you've had car trouble and you''ll be coming in late this morning," Cassandra demanded him. He felt her pull him inside before he could do it on his own. He reached out and closed the door before he felt her pin him against the wall. He felt her hands moving over his chest as she pressed her amazing body against him.

"So you want to fuck me?," Cassandra asked him.

"Yes..... so bad..." Ryan responded, which lead to Cassandra leaning in and kissing him. The kiss was hard and deep. A passionate kiss that drove Ryan deeper down the path he was on. He returned the kiss until she pulled away.

"So you want me to make you cum as many times as possible?," she asked. Her hand lowering to press against the hard on that was showing in his pants. Ryan gasped, "mmmm yes.... I want to cum multiple times for you...."

"You need me to release the sexual tension and frustration you're feeling?," she asked once again as her fingers began to stroke his growing cock through his khaki pants. Ryan nodded, his mouth opening as he groaned out. "ahhhh fuck, yes.... I need you to get rid of all this tension and frustration..... help me..." he begged.

"Granted...." she said with a smile as she added, "Then you're overdressed, Ryan."

Ryan gasped he felt her hand continue to caress his hard-on, driving him crazy and keeping him wanting more. Her other hand lifted up his polo shirt, exposing his stomach and chest as she leaned in to kiss his chest. Ryan gasped as his hands reached for his shirt, pulling it up over his head. He tossed it on the floor as Cassandra's amazing lips moved along his chest. The feeling of her full lips was driving him crazy.

Ryan was in a loss. His hands dropped to his pants, beginning to undo his khaki's as he was more worried about what Cassandra had agreed to give him. He was not even worried about calling his school and letting them know he was going to be late. All he cared about was the pleasure that Cassandra was about to show him.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

"...Granted." At his last answer she smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "Then you're overdressed, Ryan."

While one hand was caressing his hard-on through his pants the other lifted up his polo shirt up exposing his stomach and chest. She bent down laying a kiss onto his chest.

His gasp was music to her ears. She was a maestro with his gasps, whispers, whimpers, sighs, the explosive inhale or exhale of his breaths, and every pleasure-wrapped groan was a symphony orchestra awaiting her commands. She was about to conduct a grand concerto of his pleasure and his anticipation and passion.

He took his shirt and lifted up over his head for her-how considerate of him. She showed her gratitude by laying a trail of kisses down his bare chest. Her lipstick laying kiss-shaped footprints from down his chest over his flat stomach and kept going down. Her tongue dipped into his bellybutton before forging on lower.

Then her knees settled onto the floor. She smiled up at him as fingers began to work his belt loose. "As I recall...I was rather cruel to your poor cock last time...perhaps I should remedy that, Ryan..." She batted her eyelashes in a gesture that rather feigned innocence-though that innocence was only ever skin deep with Cassandra. "...would you happen to have an ideas on how I can make up to it?"

She pulled free his belt but instead draped it over her shoulders. She grinned wickedly up at him as her fingers began working to open his fly and pull down the zipper of his khakis.