Two Hotties Next Door
“Don’t worry about it.” He cleared his voice as it went high-pitched. “Brett should be here soon.”
“Great.” She turned her back on him. The vest was sheer enough that he got to see the dark ink of her tattoo. The outline was doing shit to him. “Are you okay?”
“Look, Meredith, there’s only so much a guy can take.”
She tilted her head to the side.
“I like you,” he said.
“I like you too.”
“Right now, I need to go home.”
Her gaze ran down his body, and she paused at his dick, which seemed to get harder.
“Me being dressed like this affects you, Ace?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t take a step back. She moved closer. Within touching distance. Her hair was still slightly damp, and she was the kind of woman who didn’t need makeup. Her face was clear, and there was a glow to her, an energy that he couldn’t look away from.
When she lifted her shirt up over her head and tossed it to one side, he was fucking shocked. Especially as her shorts followed soon after.
“Do I make you nervous?” she asked.
“You don’t make me nervous.”
“Good.” She placed a hand on his chest. “They’re just clothes, Ace.” She tugged his shirt, and he helped her to pull it off. “No ink?”
“I don’t like needles.”
“I hate needles, but I did it anyway. I don’t like being afraid.” She touched his stomach, tracing one of his abs before taking his hand. She placed it on one of the designs curving up her stomach toward her breasts.
His cock strained against the front of his pants, and he wanted her.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Unable to resist another moment, he sank one of his hands into her hair, pulling her close. Smashing his lips against hers, he slid his tongue across her mouth. She gasped, opening up for him, and he plunged in deep. Her hands went to his shoulders, stroking down his back. Her nails felt so good against his skin. Walking her back until she hit the wall, he captured her hands and locked them above her head.
She moaned.
“You’ve felt this as well?” He pressed his cock against her stomach.
“Yes.”
“I want to fuck you, Meredith. I want to drive my cock so deep inside your tight pussy that I can’t think straight.”
“Then let go of my hands. Let’s get you naked.”
He let her go and she attacked his pants, releasing the belt and the zipper, pushing them to the floor. He kicked them away, groaning as she wrapped her fingers around his length and began to work his dick.
Pre-cum leaked out of the tip, and he gritted his teeth to stop himself from coming, thinking of anything that would stop the excitement from building.
Pushing her hand away, he took her to the floor, spreading her thighs. Then he slid two fingers between her slit, feeling how wet she was.
When he touched her clit, she cried out his name, squirming against his touch. “Feels so fucking good.”
“That’s right, baby, so good. Yeah.” Thrusting two fingers inside her cunt, he felt how tight she was. She fucked his fingers, and he teased her clit with his thumb.
Within seconds she came, screaming his name, begging for more.
Kissing the pleasure from her lips, he pulled his fingers from her pussy, grabbed his cock, and placed the tip to her entrance. Breaking the kiss, he stared into her eyes, and slowly began to sink inside her wet heat.
They both cried out, and as he was getting to his last couple of inches, he filled her hard. Their bodies slapped together, echoing off the walls along with their cries of pleasure.
“Feels so fucking good. I knew you would.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pulled out of her only to drive back within her. Over and over he fucked her, feeling her tight heat swallow him. His balls felt heavy, and he stared into her green eyes, completely lost to everything but her. She was a beautiful woman.
Taking her hands, he locked their fingers together, and he fucked her hard, driving in deep. He couldn’t contain his desire for her.
Meredith had become a need that he no longer wanted to deny.
****
“Ace, you okay?” Meredith asked. He had this weird look on his face as she stared at her. It was like he was seeing something else.
She continued to dry her hair on the towel. The park was one of the rare places that still held the magic of when she was younger. Before her parents had moved to the city to continue to pursue their careers, she’d lived in a small town, not too different from this one. She’d hated living in the city. The parks were always too crowded and loud. The streets were always filled with people who didn’t care about anyone but themselves.
To Meredith, the city had been a slow and painful death. Sitting there in the park today, watching the few mothers and fathers with their kids had brought back so much love, so much happiness that time had simply slipped her by.