Seducing the Neighbor Ch. 08

I turned to Amelia, who was on the same sofa as me. She sat before me, and I looked into her green eyes and admired her long, blond hair. She smiled. I smiled back, then looked down to her hands, which were in her lap. I held her left hand, feeling the back of her hand, while she scooted up closer to me. Her dress was sleeveless, so I smoothed my right hand up her arm. Her skin was soft, silky to the touch. When I reached her shoulder, I began touching her right arm, too, using my other hand. Amelia raised her right hand and ran her fingers through my hair, still smiling. “Relax,” she said, softly.

She leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips were like velvet, and for the first time in seven years I felt the kiss of a woman. I had forgotten how amazing it was and my interest suddenly increased, as I held her face in my hands and we made out.

Our lips parted presently, and I looked at her beautiful, waif-like face. My arms embraced her, my hands behind her shoulders and we smiled at each other again. Her hands were on my sides near my waist, and she ran her hands up and down my body. I took the hint, doing the same to her. She kissed me on the neck, which released a sigh from my lips.

I felt her hand on my left breast, feeling the mound of flesh through my bra and the silken little black dress I was wearing. I groaned as I felt the nipple respond, a tingling in the nub that made me wonder why I bothered to put a bra on. I arched my back slightly, wanting to feel her hand more. Then I felt Amelia’s other hand under the hem of my dress. Her fingertips made contact with my pussy. The sudden contact, so early, sent an unexpected tingle up my spine and, without thinking, I thrusted my hips a few times against her hand.

I now managed to respond, my right hand reaching her left breast, then the other hand on the other one. Her breasts were small but unbelievably firm, almost all breast tissue and what felt like no fat whatsoever. Her nipples through her dress were small, too, but felt really hard and pointed. She was wearing a bra but it must be pretty sheer because it was hard to feel through the dress. I ran my hands down her sides, over her slim hips and down her elegant legs.

“Come on, get undressed,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.

I nodded, reaching down to my thighs to the hem of my dress, then pulling the whole thing over my head and off. Amelia unzipped the side of her maxi dress, elegantly removed one arm from an armhole, then stood up. I watched the elegant, white, ankle-length dress drop to the floor.

Looking up, I saw her taut nipples and small, round, firm breasts encased in a simple, white bra, maybe about 26B, with no wiring. Wow, those boobs can hold some shape, I thought, seeing as the bra offered very little support whatsoever. It almost seemed like a waste of time wearing one, but I guess the hard nipples would defy any dress’s ability to hide them, so that would explain it.

“Wow,” said Amelia, sitting down again and gazing at my own bra, which I had deliberately chosen to emphasize their upturned state, so that they hung, loosely supported, with a reasonably deep cleavage, but not as much as a push-up.

Now with Amelia in bra and underwear, I placed my hands gently on her sides, feeling female flesh for the first time in years. I reveled in how silky and smooth her skin was, so much smoother than a man’s skin, and a sudden heat raced up my body as I realized I wanted more. My hands wandered around to her back and I leaned forward. Amelia, in turn, ran her smaller hands around my torso, feeling my abdomen, then around the sides to the back.

We were embracing now and, skin-to-skin, we ravished each other’s flesh, becoming more passionate. I felt a desire rising within me, so I tilted my head and gave her a deep kiss full on the lips.

Amelia could feel the desire transmit through the contact. She responded to me, opening her mouth to accept my invading tongue. My tongue touched her teeth, then made contact with her tongue. We danced together for a few seconds, my hands now behind her head, then I plundered her mouth, my desire for her now smoldering.

Our bodies undulated, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. After some more moments, my hands reached for her bra strap. Expertly, I undid the double clasp and it fell away. Amelia instinctively arched her back, her firm breasts thrust forward. Finally, I placed my hand on her left breast again. Amelia physically shuddered, letting out a loud groan. It felt incredible, so firm, the tissue had very little give in it, as my palm roamed across the surface of the skin.

As my palm brushed against her hard pebble of a nipple, she flung her head back, opening mouth wide. No noise came out, until my other hand made contact with the other one. I deliberately brushed my palm up and down against her nipples. They were like little diamonds — they were hard as a rock — I’d never seen such taut, tender buds as these. Amelia moaned loudly. “Cathy!” she said, breathlessly. “I’m so sensitive!”

“Yeah,” bonus veren siteler I agreed, quietly. She certainly was — her skin was beginning to flush slightly, the skin of her areolae was really tight, straining almost, her erect nipples super-hard, as she wailed loudly. I smiled and leaned forward. My tongue made contact with her right areola. It was only small, about the diameter of a nickel, but Amelia froze in anticipation. Slowly, I swirled my tongue around in circles.

“Mmmm!” she murmured, her back arching momentarily.

I continued, then breathed on the wetness, causing Amelia to shiver. She was superbly responsive, and I smiled. I paused for a few few seconds, just to tease her, the sound of rising pleasure emanating from Krystal and Bonnie doing their thing on the other sofa ringing in my ears, then opened my mouth wide and sucked in as much breast as I could.

“Aaah!” cried Amelia, her breath pushing out of her mouth in a rush as the ecstasy from my warm mouth ran up her spine. I massaged her other breast with my hand, pushing, then cupping, pushing again, then sliding my palm against her nipple once more, as I continued sucking. I couldn’t believe how firm her breasts were, couldn’t get over how much pleasure I was creating for her.

My admiration for her as both a woman and a model overflowed. Right, she was gonna know how much I appreciate her, I thought. I leaned forward, pushing her back flat against the seat of the sofa, my mouth still sucking and working her fabulous taut, nipple, my tongue mercilessly lashing the painfully hard diamond in my mouth. A feeling of gratitude for her service rose up inside me, translating to a determination to grant her a smorgasbord of pleasure she wouldn’t forget.

Amelia wailed, as I used my thumb and forefinger to tweak her other nipple, spreading the two digits to stretch the taut areola even more, then back together again to hold the nipple, now flicking my forefinger back and forth across it, now brushing it with my thumb, now pulling it away, now pushing it in.

Finally, my mouth left the right breast and I turned my attention to the left one, my tongue once again, circling the areola, while my left hand ravished the now-wet right breast. Pointing my tongue, I teased the swollen nub hard, causing Amelia to wail even louder. Suddenly, my mouth engulfed the left breast as much as it could. My lips reveled in its amazing firmness.

I’d never felt something so amazing, and I sucked hard, wishing I could fit it all in. “Mmmm,” I moaned, as both my hands grabbed her left breast, my tongue lashing its erect nipple wildly, my hands pushing, feeling, ravishing the firmness, wanting more, reaching for pleasure. I pushed the breast together, so that the nipple would point more into my mouth, but it managed to maintain its shape even then, astonishing me, as only a little more entered my mouth.

Coming up for air, I panted, “Your boobs are amazing, I can’t -“, before my mouth once again descended, unable to get enough of the silky flesh, the rounded, perfect shape. My left hand reached up to rake through her hair, my lips narrowing to suck up the nipple. Then I pushed my face forward, then moved my head left to bury my face in her cleavage. It was only shallow, but I wanted to feel the firmness of her incredible breasts on my cheeks.

I extended my tongue to lick up through her cleavage, rising further, the point of my tongue exploring the nape of her neck, then rising up to her jawline. Now fully on top of her, I gazed at her elfin-like face, her delicate beauty off the scales, before determinedly descending, my mouth making contact with her half-open mouth. My tongue plunged the depths of her mouth. She moaned in ecstasy.

My hand reached down to the hem of her lace panties. My fingertips made their way underneath, across what felt like a mini-landing strip of hair to her pussy. Her outer labia were plush, swollen, as I searched for her clitoris. As the kiss continued, I realized that it must be completely hidden, so I pushed in with my finger and moved up — there it is.

Her pussy was wet, as I made fast, light, rapid strokes across the shaft and hood. Amelia writhed beneath me, her back arching, then dropping, as tingles of pleasure went up her spine. The rest of my fingers slid up and down across her slick outer labia, faster and faster. I broke the kiss, used my other hand to grab her right breast, wanting to feel its fabulous firmness once more, massaging it, teasing the nipple, flicking it, as my hand worked its magic on her pussy.

She was wailing now, her back arching. She took her pleasure, bucking her hips against my hand. As she did so, I felt her breaths deepen, her breathing out more audible. Her upper chest became flushed as the pleasure she felt rose and rose, and I marveled at the quivering rising and falling of her toned abdomen, her beautiful silky skin moving in time with the rhythm of my fingers.

Finally, her body’s ability to keep time faltered, the pleasure too intense. I locked bedava bahis my mouth on her right breast once more. That took her over the edge. She bucked wildly and let out a loud, “Aah!” as her whole torso went rigid, her orgasm crashing through her slim frame, then wildly undulating as she rode the waves of the delicious ecstasy she so richly deserved.

Slowly, the waves subsided. Amelia, breathing loudly, looked up at me and smiled, as I rose off her to a sitting position. “Oh, wow,” she managed.

I grinned.

“Well, huh,” interrupted Bonnie, forcing me to look up to see her. “I see Cathy’s just totally dominated Amelia just now.”

Krystal laughed, and so did I, as Amelia, flush-faced, attempted to sit up.

“Oh, wow, Amelia, I just couldn’t get enough of your boobs — they’re incredible,” I remarked.

“Ha, yeah, I think they’re pretty amazing, too,” Amelia smiled. “Touching them and feeling them before a shower is my favorite thing to do.”

“I bet.” Wow, never again would I think small boobs were a disadvantage in life.

“Have you ever had a breast orgasm?” asked Krystal, curiously.

“No, but I think it would be fun,” Amelia replied.

“Right, that’s next week’s project,” stated Krystal.

“However,” interrupted Bonnie. “I’m interested in now. It’s my turn, Cathy,” she said, confidently, moving around the sofa.

“Great,” I smiled.

Krystal beckoned to Amelia. “Ready for round two, Amy? Come over to my sofa.” Amelia obeyed.

I grabbed a strawberry from the table and took another swig of red wine. Right, I was ready for this.

Bonnie, standing up in front of me, took my hand. “Over to the bed — come on!”

I didn’t need telling twice. I got up and followed her, leaving Krystal and Amelia to have fun on the other sofa.

Bonnie and I smiled and giggled as we clambered up on her large, double bed. Bonnie was already naked. “I can’t believe you’ve still got clothes on,” she laughed.

I looked over at the other two. Amelia was taking off her underwear, leaving her naked. Krystal was still in bra and panties. I was the only one with outerwear. “I guess -“

“Get these things off,” she grinned. Then she changed her mind. “I’ll tell you what — I’ll do it. Just relax.” She embraced me around my waist, scooting towards me on the bed. She leaned in, her mouth close to my neck, breathing in my scent. She rained kisses down the side of my neck, while I looked down her back, my eyes taking in her warm, feminine body.

The slope of her back made her pleasing expanse of skin, her sides in a tapering, smooth, straight line down to her hips, where there was a sudden curve to accommodate her hips. I ran my hands down her back. Her skin was smooth; not as silky as Amelia’s, but enjoyable all the same. As Bonnie lowered her head to kiss my shoulders and give my upper arms some love with her kisses and nibbles, my palms could reach lower to grab her butt.

Her backside was round, pert, beautifully smooth. I grabbed the cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. They were firm, not too much give; in other words, her toned glutes were perfect. I breathed a sigh as she dropped her hands to my silken, black dress, feeling her grab the material. I raised my butt so she could take it off me.

I raised my arms and she pulled it off completely, tossing it off the bed, to land on the floor beside the bed, in front of the nightstand. She reached behind, grabbed my shoes and pulled them off, giggling at how I was still wearing them. Throwing them in a corner, she turned back to me and gazed in my eyes. I sat on my haunches in front of her, now only in bra and underwear.

Bonnie leaned forward again, this time kissing the upper flesh of my left breast, close to the clavicle. I breathed a sigh. I felt her hand grab my right breast, feeling the flesh through my black bra. I flicked my hair back, then did the same to her; reaching out, I cupped one of her breasts. It was medium-sized, the areola was about the size of a quarter-dollar, with wide, flat nipples.

As she kissed lower, I decided to get more active. I raked my fingers through her hair, then nibbled on her ear lobe. I felt some desire for her awakening inside me. It was easier now that I had already experienced Amelia; my senses were alert to greater pleasure.

Bonnie’s hands reached around to undo the clasp of my bra. It was strapless, so it fell to the bed. Bonnie tossed it to the side where my dress lay on the floor. “Oh, wow,” she said, as her eyes took in my upturned breasts, the hardening nipples and my wide areolae. “Your nipples point to the sky…you’re gorgeous.” Suddenly, on a whim, she lunged forward, taking one whole nipple and areola into her mouth, sucking greedily on it.

I gasped as I felt her need. I knew she was turned on now and, feeling her breasts with my hands as she leaned over me, I then placed my hands flat on the bed behind me to prop me up, as I leaned back, my head flung back, as Bonnie lavished her mouth on my breast. I moaned as I felt her hands deneme bonus cup the same breast, squeezing it to get more of the swollen point into her mouth. Her tongue lashed side to side on the taut nub and I felt my nipples harden to the max as I received he pleasure she dealt out.

Briefly she buried her face between my breasts before turning her attention to the other one. I wanted to feel her body, too, so let go of propping myself and leaned flat, face-up on the bed as Bonnie, now completely on top of me, continued to ravish my breasts. I felt beautiful and cherished, which surprised me.

Bonnie’s sucking and licking was different to the ravenous manner with which I had ravished Amelia’s breasts; instead, she had a more languorous, seductive and fluid style. Like a connoisseur, she seemed to cherish my breasts, my nipples, her tongue and mouth almost tasting my flesh as if it was a fine, vintage wine.

It felt fabulous, and I knew then I was dealing with a true lover of women, someone who really adored female bodies and knew how to make them sing; someone who could create a symphony of pleasure and desire that was seductive, infectious and intoxicating.

“Oh, Bonnie,” I said, almost whispered, as I lay there, my eyes closed, flat on her bed, as she ministered to my body, my hands entwined in her long, dark hair, which flowed over her shoulders and down her back. This was amazing.

I remembered the girls saying this was a “stress relief session” and now I knew why — and how. Wow, I really needed this. I arched my back as, after what seemed like an age of delighting my breasts, she finally made her way down my abdomen, giving the same fabulous treatment to my belly button, then across the firm plain of my abdominals to my pubic mound. Then she moved back, and I suddenly lost contact with her body as she began to approach my pussy.

“No,” I said, softly. “I want to feel your body.”

Bonnie smiled as I looked at her. Without saying a word, she got up from the bed.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Wait,” she replied. She went back to the sofa, picked something up and returned.

I looked up. She had the massage oil.

“Lie down,” she said, quietly, with a smile.

I obeyed.

She opened the flip-top lid and poured out some oil onto her hands. She put the bottle down and slowly, seductively, coated her hands with the oil, running the oil generously across her fingers and palms. Then she placed both hands on my lower abdomen, just above my pubic mound. Then she slowly smoothed the oil straight up my body, between my breasts, to my shoulders.

I breathed out slowly, allowing my torso to relax further, as her hands rounded back down to the sides of my breasts and under the breast wall, then straight over the top, splaying her fingers so that my nipples went between, then closing them to pinch the nubs slightly, then moving her hands back down. Then she went around again, slightly firmer, giving my breasts so much attention. It was blissful.

“Your boobs are incredible, Cathy,” Bonnie whispered, relishing the tantalizing contact. After a few minutes of this, she then applied more oil before moving down to my abdomen. She moved her hands up to my solar plexus, then around the sides quickly, before bringing them back together at my pelvis. Doing this for some minutes, I felt tension and stress just melt away. I was surprised to find I had tension there, even. Bonnie noticed. “You need this,” she said, simply.

More oil, then her hands went lower. She took her time, as her fingers reached my vulva. Her generously oil-coated fingers smoothed down between my outer and inner labia, covering my pussy with slickness that felt fabulous.

Then she parted my inner labia with her index and middle finger, before sliding her middle finger up and down the vestibule between. She circled the entrance to my vagina incredibly slowly, teasing and electrifying the nerve endings there. Then she moved up and began to make circles around my clitoris, covering the hood with oil, then sliding up and down, the hood gently moving with the reduced friction.

I sighed as she built my pleasure agonizingly slowly, her hands expert, as she slowly built up my arousal. My breathing deepened as I felt a small knot of pleasure in my loins begin to build, the tingling in my pelvis flowing towards the center, sparks beginning to fly up my spine.

I could feel my vagina lengthening inside me, the walls juicy and inviting. Some of my own wetness began to co-mingle with the oil on the outside, and I felt an increased fluidity between her fingers and my pussy. Bonnie’s hand quickened its pace, and I began to climb. My heart began to beat faster, my breaths quickening, and I began to buck my hips, reaching for more pleasure.

As soon as she saw this, Bonnie removed her hand, grabbed the oil bottle and suddenly squirted more oil into her hands. I watched, surprised, as she lubed up her own pussy. She grinned. “Ready?” Then she straddled me, facing away from my head, sitting on my stomach, as now both hands returned to my pussy. My eyes widened as I felt her undulate her hips on my stomach, grinding her clitoris against my oil-coated, firm abdomen, before finally leaning forward until her whole torso was once again in contact with my body.