Vicky

[Frenchgirl]

OOC Vicky is your dream girl and you are wathever you want to be for her......
Everything is possible


IC
Vicky is dressed in short jeans pants and a top. She is in the garage, putting some clothes in the washing machine.

OOC
You come by and introduce yourself and you write what you admire about Vicky and what you would like to do with her in your wildest fantasy .....

 

[susurrus]

I'd watched as Vicky moved in across the street from my house. When I'd moved to this neighborhood, two years earlier, I was a little dismayed by the fact that all my neighbors were older folks. Not bad people, by any means, but not really the kind I felt I could comfortably get together with on a Saturday night to shoot the breeze.

I felt like some kind of pervert, always peeking out around my curtains to see what she was up to, or making sure to glance in the direction of her house when I left for work in the morning. So far, in the month Vicky had lived in the house across the street, I'd actually exchanged words with her exactly twice. She had a wonderful, melodious voice, and a body I wanted to just drink in with my eyes. So far, though, I hadn't worked out a reason to just walk up and introduce myself.

I was doing the voyeur bit again when I saw her step out into her garage, where she kept her washer and dryer. She parked her car out on the street and left the garage door open, even though there was room for it *in* the garage. I wasn't really complaining, though. If her car was in there, I wouldn't be able to see her bend over to put her laundry in the washer. God, I loved seeing how difficult a time those tight cutoff shorts had containing Vicky's glorious butt. (No, I was *not* using binoculars, this was sick enough.)

Feeling my cock begin to rise, I decided it was time to work up the balls to officially introduce myself. I remembered the bottle of cheap wine I'd bought for the last time my brothr and his wife had come to visit, that hadn't been used. Grabbing it, I frowned at just *how* cheap it really was, but I didn't really have anything else to take.

Taking a deep breath, I marched across the street and into Vicky's garage. For a second, I further enjoyed the sight of her beautiful rear end. A brief thought about what that ass would feel like gripping my cock flashed through my mind.

Now or never. I cleared my throat, obviously startling Vicky. She dropped the clothes she was feeding into the washer, and I was treated to a cascade of silky, lacy, feminine underthings. She turned her face toward the sound, and I was instantly mesmerized by the brightness of her eyes, the color of her lips, the way her hair fell around her face.

I hesitated before speaking. Her initial fear gone, a smile brightened her face when she realized it was me.

"Uh, hi." I felt like a kid asking his first girl on a date. "I've never really introduced myself, and you've been here almost a month, and I realized I've never really introduced myself." Great. I'm repeating myself in the same sentence. "I'm Gary, your neighbor from across the street."

 

[Frenchgirl]

"Hi Gary, I'm Vicky, the new girl on the block." Vicky said

she stepped towards Gary with a confident step. They shook hands.
Vicky looked around in the garage.

"I'm sorry for the mess in here, I was just cleaning things up. Would you like to come in?" Vicky said.

Gary agreed and they walked in the house.

"Please sit down." Vicky said as she pointed at the sofa.
"I brought you a little something." Gary said as he handed over the bottle of wine.

"Oh, that is so nice. This is what I like living here. I come from a big city were people don't know eachothers neighbours." Vicky said as she grabbed some glasses.

Vicky opened the bottle of wine and filled the glasses. She sat down next to Gary, crossed her long smooth legs and handed him a glass.

"To your health." Vicky said as she clinged her glass to his glass and looked at him with her clear eyes and a loving smile.

"I hope you don't mind saying this, but you have a... a very nice smile." Gary said.
Vicky smiled and said:" I used to work for a model agency. would you like to see some of the photos."
Gary agreed and Vicky went to a book shelf and fetched her portfolio book.
She returned and opened it.
"This is me in a bikini;... and this one is in a cocktail dress." Vicky said as she pointed a photo.

"I kind of feel the photographer focuses on my but. Don't you think so?" Vicky asked Gary.

 

[susurrus]

To say that I was a little uncomfortable, sitting alone with my stunning new neighbor, would have been a gross understatement. The thoughts that dashed through my head as I watched her move around the room were decidedly becoming more and more X-rated. When she sat down and crossed her gorgeous legs, I had to refrain from reaching out and touching them to see if they were truly as silky smooth as they looked.

Of course, I *did* notice that she didn't actually *drink* any of the wine she'd poured, but knowing the kind of swill my brother usually drinks, I knew that what I'd brought wasn't really worth drinking. It didn't really matter, though. I hadn't come over to drink with this woman - who seemed to get better looking the longer I sat and studied her body. Of course, all my horny thoughts aside, it was well worth it, just getting to be here, in her presence. She seemed a perfectly delightful person, and I hoped to get to know her better, regardless of what that entailed.

"I hope you don't mind my saying this, but you have a... a very nice smile," I said, to cover the fact that I realized *neither* of us was drinking the wine. Actually, though her smile *was* fabulous, there were several other parts of her that were equally attractive, and that I hoped to get to know better.

When Vicky said that she'd done some modeling, and would I like to see some of her photos, I had to restrain myself from blurting out, "Would I!" Instead, I maintained my cool and said, as calmly as I could, "Sure, that'd be great."

She beamed her glorious smile at me again and rose gracefully, walking toward a shelf and taking an oversized book from it. Once more, I admired her body, enjoying the provocative sway of her hips, the jiggle of her breasts, the way the muscles in her legs moved as she walked. When she turned and saw the way I was watching, she smiled again, knowing the effect she was having on me, and completely un-self-conscious about it. I guess, after having been a model, you get used to people staring at you.

Once more, I had to resist the urge to reach out and touch her skin as she walked by and sat next to me. This time, she took up a perch closer to me than she had before and laid the portfolio out across both our laps. Her smooth, sexy leg pressed up against mine, and I thanked heaven that I'd put on shorts that morning instead of jeans. Her skin felt wonderful, the warmth of her body radiated into me. I noticed she smelled great, too. A decidedly feminine odor, presumably from a morning shower, mixed with a slight sweaty musk that just made my head spin. I hadn't known what I was getting into when I'd decided to come over and introduce myself. I certainly hadn't expected to be intoxicated like this. It had never happened before.

Vicky, oblivious to my plight, reached over to the corner of the portfolio's cover and swung it open. There, I was met with the image of her somewhere in the mountains, a crystal clear stream in the foreground, and Vicky standing in the flow of the water, wearing only a baby blue bikini.

My, oh my! What a picture! If I hadn't been interested before now, this would have done it. She filled out that bikini like nobody I'd ever seen. Briefly, I wondered if this was a thong bikini, but flipping to the next picture, I knew. No, it wasn't a thong, but the way the back stretched across her butt and into the valley between her cheeks was almost better than if her entire ass *was* on display. Vicky was saying something about the pictures, but the way my heart was pounding in my ears, I couldn't really hear what she was saying.

She had several more pictures in this bikini-in-the-mountains series, and I lingered over them all. I was glad the portfolio covered my crotch, because I'd have really been embarrassed if she'd seen the effect her pictures had on me.

In the next set of pictures, Vicky was more covered up, but I think she may have been actually showing more, in just a short, black cocktail dress, that showed a lot of cleavage, and fell just a few inches below her butt, and clung to all the right places. This woman was no girl-next-door! She was a full-blown knockout! I stole a glance in her direction, and noticed the look of delight on her face. She apparently enjoyed showing me her pictures, almost as much as I was enjoying looking at them.

I went through this set slower than I had the previous ones, wanting to savor what the photographer had captured for posterity. Once again, I realized Vicky was talking to me, this time, I think she'd repeated herself. Shaking my head to clear it, I asked, a little confused, "What?"

Vicky showed no sign of exasperation when she repeated, apparently for the third time, "I think the photographer focused a little too much on my butt in these pictures. What do you think?"

Automatically, I responded, "I think you've got a great butt." Then, it immediately dawned on me what I'd just said and started to backpedal. "Uh, I mean, the rest of you is fantastic, too. I don't mean I like just your butt."

While I floundered, Vicky beamed me that amazing smile. She appeared completely at ease with what I'd said, and was amused at my discomfort. I figured, for a first impression, I must have been making just a complete idiot of myself. Sex, or the prospect of it, had lured me over here, now I was here, I was being a totally adolescent fool.

Feeling my face reddening, I turned back to the pictures. I finished looking at the cocktail dress ones, and the next was a lingerie set. Wow. Lacy bra, garter belt, stockings and high heels. A particular weakness of mine. And the woman wearing them was sitting right next to me. Suddenly, I became highly conscious of the heat of her body next to me, and I felt myself grow hot. The sweat beaded on my forehead as I crept through the pictures, getting more and more aroused, and more and more embarrassed at how turned on I was getting. There were no nude pictures, I had no idea if she actually went in for that kind of thing, but at that point, what I was looking at was more arousing than if she had been naked.

I didn't know if I could stand to look at more pictures. Before I got to the next set, I looked up from the portfolio and into Vicky's expectant eyes. She looked like maybe she was afraid I wasn't liking what I was seeing. Trying to put her at ease, I tried to calm myself down a little so my voice didn't shake when I spoke.

"Amazing," I finally breathed. "These are simply outstanding. I don't know if I can take any more."

Vicky smiled again, and I saw her body relax, relieved that I liked what I saw. She pointed back to the portfolio and placed her hand on my arm. "There are more. Do you want to see them?"

 

[Frenchgirl]

"Uh, ..sure." Gary said.

Vicky stood up and grabbed another portfolio from the bookshelf.

"These are my nude pictures." Vicky said as she sat down next to Gary.

"I would love to get into Plaything magazine. This is a tryout." Vicky said as she opened the portfolio.

The first picture was Vicky laying on a bed. Vicky had her hands next to her head and the photographer had taken the photo with Vicky's head down the pictures.

The second picture was a photo with Vicky naked but a lace sheet covered her pussy.

"I like what the photographer did with those. You see just enough to be aroused, but you can't see my intimate details." Vicky explained as she turned the page.

The thirth photo showed Vicky bending through her knees and her knees wide open. On the photo Vicky had her hands crossed on the back of her head.

"This one is a little bit revealing, don't you think. " Vicky said.

"i don't mind. But ... eh....what I wonder.... I always asked myself.... well you know; if I was to be that photographer.... I just couldn't keep my hands of you." Gary said.

"Oh, I see, well, most of the time they can't get their hands of me. " Vicky said as she put the portfolio away.
"I see you liked what you have seen." Vicky said as she rubbed the crotch of Gary's shorts. Vicky crossed her legs and leaned in on Gary. At the same time she turned her hips so Gary could admire the curves of her hips and ass.

Vicky bite her under lip and looked in a naughty way at Gary as she opened his zipper.
"The flesh is weak, Gary." Vicky said as she put Gary's cock out of his shorts.
Vicky formed an circle with her thumb and finger and took his cock in her hand.

 

[susurrus]

When Vicky offered to show me more of her modeling pictures, the last thing on my mind was to refuse.

Again, I had the urge to reach out and touch her when she got up to go to the bookshelf. She pulled out another portfolio and laid it over the one I still had in my lap.

"These are my nude photos," she said, and after that, my heart was again pounding so hard in my ears, I couldn't hear what came after.

The pictures were beautiful. Of course, with a subject as lovely as Vicky, they could have hardly been anything else. I was learning that she wasn't self-conscious about her body at all. In fact, she seemed to love the fact that I enjoyed looking at her. Her eagerness to show me these pictures, so soon after having actually met, just emphasized that point.

I loved the first picture in the nude portfolio. If I hadn't already been hard and leaking into my shorts, I certainly would have been at that point. It was obvious she was nude in the shot, but she'd been arranged such that there was nothing "naughty" actually showing. The next picture dispelled any question. In it, her gorgeous breasts were exposed, and, but for a lacy sheet *just* barely covering her pussy, she was totally exposed. I hadn't really given much thought to how arousing the *suggestion* of nudity could be, but this was definitely proving it to me. The next one, unlike the last, left very little to the imagination. I think I may have quietly moaned when I saw that picture.

"This one's a bit revealing, don't you think?" Vicky asked.

I was still unsure of my voice, but I plowed on ahead, mumbling something about if I was the photographer, I'd have had a hard time keeping my hands to myself.

The look on Vicky's face at that admission turned almost predatory. With a big, glowing smile, she lifted the portfolios off my lap and set them on a nearby chair. She cocked her hips at just the right angle so I could see the outward swell of her luscious ass, as well as the inward sweep of her lower belly into her crotch. She knew all the buttons to push, and she was pushing them right and left. She knew what she could do with her body, and I was the lucky recipient of that knowledge.

When she turned back from setting down the portfolios, she gave me yet another big, knowing smile, saying, "I see you like what you see." She then reached out and rubbed my aching hard-on through my pants. I *know* I moaned then.

Suddenly, she turned puppy-dog eyes on me and bit her lower lip in that false-innocent way girls know how to do so well, while reaching for my zipper. I certainly wasn't going to stop her at this point. I knew what she wanted, and I *know* I sure wanted it.

"The flesh is weak, Gary," she said as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and pulled it free of its confinement.

The feeling of her fingers gently gripping my cock was amazing. She started a slow stroking motion, bringing me closer to orgasm than I thought I could be at this point in the festivities. God, I'd thought I was a little more worldly than this, that I'd be able to take the lead here, and maybe I would, but right now, Vicky was in charge of where things went.

I stopped her when she sat beside me and leaned in toward my cock. I wanted her do to what she had in mind, but first, I was getting these damn pants off. Quickly, I raised my butt off the couch and slid my pants to the floor. I was now naked from the waist down in my new neighbor's house. It felt great.

When my pants hit the carpet, Vicky gave me another smile and once more leaned over my lap.

Instead of just taking me in her mouth, she started off just flicking her tongue over the tip, spreading the little slit and wiggling her tongue there. She lapped the head and worked her way slowly down the shaft, making sure that tongue didn't miss a single spot on my hard-on. Before long, she was covering my balls with spit, licking every little bit there, too. All-in-all, it was fabulous.

Then, when she was satisfied her tongue had touched every part of my down below, she threw me another beautiful smile, then dove onto my cock. With no further preliminary, this gorgeous woman gulped my cock clear down to the pubic hair. She stayed there for what seemed an eternity, a length of time that couldn't possibly have been long enough. Before long, she was sliding up and down my hard cock, her lips and tongue causing the most torturously delightful sensations to ripple through my body.

As you can well imagine, my hesitance from earlier was now replaced by simple lust. I now was ready for what, I think, I'd come across the street for in the first place.

While Vicky sucked me like a champion, I ran my hands through her silky hair and down her back. When my hands started inching their way around the front, she giggled a little when I started to tickle. Tickling would have been fun, but that most definitely wasn't what I was wanting at that point.

Grasping the bottom of her thin shirt, I started pulling it off her. She grunted quietly in protest when I got it to where she'd have to take her mouth off me to get it the rest of the way, and refused to move from where she was. I shrugged inwardly and left the shirt bunched up around her armpits. Now, however, I was able to reach what I'd been after.

Almost reverently, I cupped Vicky's lovely breasts in my hands, and gloried in the feel of their soft weight. Her stiff nipples bored into my palms, and the grunt she'd made earlier was replaced by a low moan of pleasure.

I kneaded her wonderful tits in my hands while she continued her oral work on me. Vicky let out a squeal when I grasped her nipples between my fingers and pinched. That, however, was short lived, and quickly, the squeal of surprise became a purr of delight.

It seemed the more I mauled her tits, the more vigorous Vicky's work on my cock became. I wondered just how far she'd go. There were some things I hadn't been able to do with my last few girlfriends that I'd thought about, and some things that I'd done before that I wanted to do again.

"Vicky," I panted, and she glanced up at me as best she could from where she was on my cock. "I want to fuck your tits."

 

[Frenchgirl]

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"No problem." Vicky said

Vicky took her breasts in hand and waited for Gary to position his cock in her cleavage.

Vicky pushed her breasts firmly together and smiled at Gary.

Gary moved his hips back and forth.

Vicky waited for a moment and then got his rhythm. As he moved forwards, Vicky pressed her breasts together. His big cock moved between her breasts in her cleavage.

Gary released some of his precum and this made her cleavage wet and glistening.

It also made his movements easier.

Vicky laughted.

"Do you like this?" Vicky asked.

 

[susurrus]

"Do you like this?" Vicky asked.

Between pants, I gasped, "If you were here in my place, you wouldn't ask that question. This feels fantastic." I continued slowly pumping my cock between Vicky's wonderful breasts. The slickness my precum had added just made an already outstanding feeling simply glorious. Vicky had amazing tits, and I felt lucky she was so open minded and outgoing that she wasn't turned off by my wanting to do this.

I slowed down even more when I felt my orgasm coming on. I didn't want to shoot yet, because then I'd be out of action while I regenerated.

I glanced down at Vicky's face, though, keeping my focus off my cock sliding between her breasts for fear of it pushing me over the edge, and noticed a look of confusion. Smiling a little, I explained, rather breathlessly, "I don't want to cum yet. It'll take too long for my cock to be ready again."

Vicky smiled an evil little smile and said, "Well then, you'll just have to take care of me for a while then, won't you?" and once more plunged her mouth down over the head of my cock.