1. The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 92: Naughty Neighbor


    Date: 10/1/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Erotica, Female/Female, Hardcore, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Teen, Written by women, Young, Author: barbielez, Rating: 64.7, Source: sexstories.com

    that very question when the doorbell rang. I remained frozen in shock. Was it her? It had to be. Should I answer? It took a while before I made up my mind. On my way to the front door, the doorbell rang again. I hesitated before buzzing her in. The few seconds it took her to reach my floor felt like an eternity. Each passing second brought with it more fear. By the time I heard a knock on the door, I was terrified. As I reached for the door handle, it got too much for me to handle and I reverted back into a fantasy to keep from facing reality. I was now inside the fantasy. The world around me looked just the same and the fear coursing through my veins felt just as real, but deep down, I knew none of it was genuine. It still took a few seconds before I worked up the nerve to open the door. My beautiful neighbor stood in the doorframe. Up until that moment, I had held out hope it was not her, but deep down, I had always known is was. She now wore a bathrobe, but I could tell she was naked underneath. We stared at each other for a few seconds before she spoke. “I saw you looking at me,” she said. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. “Can I come in?” she asked, but pushed past me without waiting for an answer. I closed the door behind her. We were now alone. “I’m sorry,” I said as I turned around. “I didn’t mean to—” She cut me off before I could finish. “I said I saw you looking,” she explained, “but I never said I didn’t enjoy it.” I was stunned, but not as much as ...
    when she spoke again. “Would you like to see more?” she asked. I tried to answer, but my vocal cords had stopped working. I nodded. The beautiful woman grabbed me by the hand and led me to the living room. “Sit,” she instructed, nodding to the couch. I obeyed the command and watched her move the coffee table to a corner of the room. Returning to the center of the room, she turned to me and gave me a quick smile. I had no clue what was about to happen, but I could tell I would like it. I was wrong. I didn’t like it; I loved it! My beautiful neighbor, whose name still remained a mystery, began to strip. She swayed to the sound of an imaginary song, teasingly uncovering herself. She only wore a bathrobe, so the striptease was quick, but the flawless body that lay beneath fully made up for it. She was so beautiful. So perfect. She continued to dance, each movement an elegant choreography that brought her ever closer to me. Just when I couldn’t take the teasing any longer, she finally reached me and pulled me in for a kiss. Our lips met and I felt an explosion of lust. I had never wanted anyone this much in my entire life. I craved her touch. Her smell. Her taste. My tongue came to life and danced alongside hers. Moans fused from our mouths. Our bodies grinded together. I didn’t want this moment to end yet I also craved more. My arousal eventually got the better of and I broke the kiss. I attempted to wrap my lips around one of her erect nipples, but she pulled away. “What’s wrong,” ...