Next Door Hater (Love Under Lockdown)

“Fuck,” she whispered, when my rock-hard cock sprang into view.

“Fuck good or fuck bad?”

“Fuck excellent,” she clarified, her gaze still glued to my cock, “c-can I touch it?”

“Of course.”

Guiding her shaking hand to my cock, she wrapped her warm, soft hand gently around my thick, throbbing shaft. Keeping her eyes on what she was doing, Elise softly stroked me, then slowly gained confidence until soon she was working me to an explosive orgasm.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” Elise said, wiping at the cum off her belly.

“C’mon, I’ll wash you off.”

Getting under the shower’s warm spray, washing her down to head to toe, Elise allowed me full access to her. Going along with anything I did, trusting me not to take advantage. A trust I did my level best to honor. Touching her only as much as strictly necessary in the course of the scrub down. Even while soaping her tits, and gently washing the outside of her pussy.

Sweet little Elise still hummed softly in pleasure as I did so. The most intimate instance, however, was when I shampooed her hair. A deceptively delicate act, that require both trust and care, giver the delicacy of the neck, and how easily it could be damaged, even by a wrong movement of the head.

My darling Elise squeaky clean, she did the same for me, paying particular attention to my cock, nearly bringing me to the edge again. I had to stop her before I lost it all over her again.

“Are you going to cum?” she asked shyly.

“Nearly did,” I confessed.

“Can I try something?” she asked, seeming to gain in confidence.

“Of course.”

Elise sank down onto her knees, surprising me a little. I stroked her hair as she took the head of my cock into her warm, wet, little mouth and started to gently suck me off. Tentatively at first but then gaining in confidence and passion, until she was gulping almost my entire cock, working me toward a massive orgasm.

“Honey.”

She looked up as she continued to suck, responding to the pet name without any obvious objection.

“Can you swallow?”

She seemed to think about this, before eventually nodding, barely breaking her sucking rhythm.

“Okay, I’ll let you know, so you can get ready.”

She gave me a thumbs-up, and started sucking me again in earnest. She worked my shaft with one hand while gently massaging my balls with the other, nursing the cum up from my balls into her mouth. The flow was thick and hard.

I could see the surprise in her eyes as the first volley entered her mouth. Just the same, she swallowed it down gamely, not even breaking rhythm. Nothing could phase her, or so it seemed. I couldn’t help but smile, thoroughly impressed. She struggled the rest of it down, only a bit ending up on her chin.

Wiping away the excess with my thumb, I helped her to her feet and kissed her tenderly, having to bend down slightly, as Elise got on her tiptoes.

It wasn’t really planned. At least not consciously. Elise had dried me off, patting me down with the luxuriously soft Egyptian cotton towels they’d managed to find. I did the same to her, starting at her hair and then moving down. Everything fine and normal, until I reached her legs. Something about being that close to her sweet scent that pushed me over the edge. I’d barely started on her other thigh when instinct kicked in, and I ran my tongue the length of her pussy.

“This ok?” I asked, looking up at her.

She shook her head. “So much better than ok.”

Taking me by the shoulders, she guided me back toward her pussy, running her fingers through my hair as I lapped at her sweet, tender lips.

I enjoyed teasing and tasting every inch of her before focusing my attentions on her clit, where her breathing quickened. As I continued to assault the delicate little bud, it wasn’t long before I was bringing her to a hard, but muted orgasm, Elise covering her mouth with her hand to keep the sound from echoing off the porcelain.

The effect went all through her, Elise falling into my arms as her knees buckled from the rush of adrenaline and endorphins. Holding her close, I smothered her cheek in kisses as she trembled against me.

I dried Elise off and helped her back into her T-shirt, then I got dressed and slipped out into the hallway on the Vaughn side. The coast clear, I stole back over to our own side before anyone could notice.

The digitized rendition of “The Gravel Walks” sounded through the room as the screen lit up on my phone. Displaying the phone number for the store.

“Hello.”

“Hi Nate, how are you feeling?”

“Better, I think.”

“Good, that’s good. Do you think you’ll be able to come in today? We’re a bit short-staffed for the night shift. I wouldn’t ask but -”