Peter Jenkins - The reluctant neighbor

"Please, Fred, not so rough," she said, leaning her body against his. "I knew somehow you felt the same thing I did," she said, then kissed him, softly, pressing into him as she did so. Fred couldn't believe that he had her soft, plaint body in his arms and that she was kissing him, unlike he had ever been kissed before. He was afraid that he would crush her if he held her as tightly in his arms as he wanted to. She drew back from him, said, "Let's go to your house, Fred," and took his hand and led him across the patio, into his own and stopped and let herself be kissed again. She felt his hardness beginning between his legs, so she eased herself against it, felt him pull back from embarrassment.

"What… what about VIVIAN?" he stammered, panting.

"Vivian knows me very well. Don't worry about her." Anna whispered in his ear, then walked through the back door of his house and then stopped and said, "Fred, do you want to go to bed with me?"

Fred simply couldn't believe what his ears were hearing. He had, at a much younger age, felt the overpowering desire that he was experiencing now, but it had been a long time ago. His mother had always made him feel dirty just because he was a male, had reminded him over and over again that women were abused and taken advantage of by men until he had come to believe that that was so, that he was dirtying a woman just to think about having sex with her, debasing her to put his dirty hard tool into her. He had tried not to hurt Marily because she reminded him of his mother, the very soul of virginity and cleanliness and purity. He had tried to be careful with her, tried always and successfully to control himself and look after her too. Now, here he was with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and she was wanting him, not he was sure for the dirty, unclean things about man, but out of desire pure and simple that matched his own. He trembled from head to foot as he drew her to him and kissed her.

"Yes, yes," he managed to tell her, moving toward the bedroom.

Once there Anna set about her task with ease. She kissed him, held him closely to her, put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him forward to her, then touched his lips with her tongue, then opened his mouth and put her tongue inside, and marveled at his trembling body. She pushed him gently back from her and unbuttoned his shirt, kissed his shoulder, then his chest, and took the shirt off his back. She took his hands and directed them in the removal of her own blouse, then they kissed again, and Fred's hands moved with utter concern and gentility over her back.

Anna helped Fred to unfasten her bra, surprised that he couldn't and knowing that he had never done that for any woman before, caused her to slow her pace, to remember with whom she was dealing. She did it for him, guiding his fingers in the unhooking of the snap that held her bra. She saw his eyes bulge when he took in the beauty of her full, firm breasts, and she lifted one of his hands and placed it against one of them. Again she felt him tremble, so she took his head and moved it to her, then, still holding it firmly in her hands, guided his mouth to her nipple.

Fred kissed lightly at the soft pinkness of her breast, his hands on her hips and suddenly wanted all of her luscious softness in his mouth, wanted to stick and bite and tear at her, but he couldn't, instead sucked gently at the nipple, worked at it with his tongue.

Anna raised his head, looked into his eyes, and kissed him on the mouth. He put his tongue to her lips and she permitted him to enter her mouth with his tongue, then took it with her own and gently sucked at it, drawing him to her as she did so and felt his hardness that was acute press into her without hesitation. She gently moved him back, then unbuckled his belt, then unzipped the fly of his trousers, pushed them over his hips and down his legs. She straightened, moved his hands around her hips and put his hands on the zipper of her skirt. He did as she bade him, and her skirt was suddenly on the floor, around her feet. She stepped out of it, then reached to him and started to remove his shorts. He stiffened and she stopped, afraid of breaking the spell. Instead, she helped him to remove her panties.

Fred looked at her nudeness in sincere shock. He had never in all his twenty-five years seen a woman naked. His eyes traveled from her lovely face to her magnificent breasts, firm and pointing upwards and crowned with a pinkness that he had never seen before. Then his glance took in her stomach, flat and smooth and soft looking and slightly muscled, ending in the perfect V at her crotch, her soft slightly less black pubic hair laying silken and downy, then to her wonderfully full shaped thighs and perfect legs. He gasped with the totality of her, the richness of her beauty and the quality that she retained nude that he had first felt about her.

Anna laughed softly, moved against him and kissed him, taking his tongue into her mouth again, working with it, using her hands on his back, across his shoulders and his head. She felt the throbbing of his big cock against her, then laughed when she moved her body gently away from his and saw the evil looking one-eyed thing standing straight up between them. "Your undershorts are not serving their purpose," she told him, sliding them over his hips and down his legs. She could feel the goose bumps, the trembling of his legs as she removed the shorts. She took his large throbbing prick in her hand and kissed the head of it. Fred gasped at her unashamed familiarity.

She laughed again softly, then eased herself onto the bed, took his hand and drew him down alongside her. Fred reached out to turn out the lamp, she put a hand over his and said, "No, please. Let's see each other." He hesitated, then turned to her hot with passion, and drew her to him. They kissed, long and passionately, Fred filling her mouth with his tongue, probing into her deeply, enjoying and loving the treatment she gave his tongue. She gently moved his head to her breasts, and he kissed and licked and sucked and felt her raise and push against him. He gently bit her on the nipple and continued to do so, working his tongue over it, then taking it in his teeth, feeling at the same time her hands on his back and head.

Anna moved his head to her mouth, kissed him long and hard, felt her breasts being massaged and her now hard nipples twisted and rolled between his fingers, she guided his head over her breasts to her stomach. He kissed it flatly, his lips pressed into her and sent hot spears of delight to her cunt. She spread her legs and moved his head down to her thighs, and he kissed and bit the top part of her legs. She guided his head between her legs but he would not put his mouth on her vagina. "Kiss it, Fred," she pleaded gently, moving her hips up slightly and rotating the soft hair-lined pussy right in front of his gaping face as she pressed down on his head with her hands.

He shook his head slightly but would not look up at her. She lifted his head, pulled his mouth back to hers, kissed him, bit and sucked his tongue then moved her hand down to his hard throbbing prick. She worked her thumb over the soft head of it, then pulled the foreskin up and down and caused him to move violently in her hand. She gripped it firmly with her fingers digging into the side of it and pulled so that he brought his body around and lay with his legs turned in the opposite direction than hers. She moved his head back down the length of her body and placed it between her thighs, then slipped her soft red lips over the head of his cock. He moaned, then touched her cunt lips with his tongue. Anna sucked at him, just the head of his prick, and with each probing of her tongue at the small opening, his tongue worked more quickly at her vaginal lips. She moved her hands around his ass, which felt more slim than her own Hans', and reached between his legs and rolled his balls in her hands, then moved further down on his ever hardening and lengthening prick until it filled the whole of her mouth.