1. Good walls make good neighbors, Part 1


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Voyeur, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    arrived then and we dug in. After our plates were cleared away, she said, “Thank you again for helping me move. It was a great apartment, but my friend needed a roommate and it’s a little closer to campus.” “It was great living next to you,” I replied and scratched lightly on the table. She grinned and scratched the table in return, and about that time our dinner arrived. We ate slowly and chatted quietly, and when we finished she called the waiter over and ordered a bottle of wine. We toasted each other, and as we sipped our wine she looked at me from under her eyebrows and then raised her head to look me directly in the eye. “Thank you for not trying to push me.” “It seemed...wise.” “It’s just that I don’t sleep with neighbors, and I’m not going to start now.” She looked at me with a smile and raised eyebrow as I first despaired and then caught the ambiguity in her statement, and when I replied, “Wise policy,” she gripped my upper arm and squeezed tightly. When I poured her a second glass of wine, she moved her chair closer to me and asked, “So, tell me...” “Yes?” She looked down at her wine and slid her hand onto my thigh. As her hand moved upwards, she turned her head slowly towards me, and when she reached my lap she ran her fingertip lightly across my member, which quickly became fully stiff. She raised both eyebrows and asked quietly, “What do you want to do to me right now? If we were alone...what would you do...what would I do...how would you start me off?” “What I ...
    really want, or what I’d want to start of with?” “What...did you think of...doing to me...that made you cum the hardest?” I reached my hand past her knee and smiled as she opened her thighs, and as she stroked me through my pants I gave thanks the tablecloth was long. My hand soon reached her panties. “Well, that varied.” “Then what would it be now? If we were in our bedrooms...and I scratched on the wall...and you started...filling in for me...what would you think about? What would you...spill your cream thinking about?” “Well...” and my fingers reached past the edge of her panties and found a drenched thicket of hair, “I’d imagine you naked...lying back on your bed with your legs spread...and your hand rubbing your hot pussy fast and hard...and I’d watch you cum for me...and I’d stroke myself to cum all over your tits.” She moaned, “Mmmm.” “What about you?” She gripped my cock vigorously and stroked back and forth about an inch and said, “I’d lie on my side...with my thighs open for you...and lay you down in front of me...and take you into the back of my throat...and when you put your head between my thighs...I’d squeeze down and wouldn’t let you go...until you’d made me cum...as many times as that lucky married woman...and I’d swallow every drop you gave me and ask for more...” She then released my cock and closed her thighs and said, “Now finish your wine,” and grinned at me over her wineglass. After we finished, she frowned as if calculating a close estimate and said, ...