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Sunday night, the beginning of her vacation, Violet was restless. She'd come home, showered, fed her cat Oswald, ate her own dinner, talked to Belle, and was currently laying on her living room couch, thinking of that man and that voice and his tight-
No. Think of Adam.
Violet made a sound of disgust. Adam, her ex. They'd been dating for almost three years- her last year in high school and almost to her second year in college. He'd been her first real boyfriend. First real, full-on kiss. Make-out. Taken her for her first time.
And once her virginity was gone and he'd had a few rounds, he left. Said he needed someone more mature.
Violet scoffed aloud. More mature? She was an English major and his mom still did his laundry. Psh.
Sighing heavily, Violet heaved herself off the couch and made her way to her bedroom to find some form of entertainment. A movie, a book. A dust bunny. Anything.
Once in her room, Violet shuffled through her bookshelf, then through a stack of dvd's for a few minutes. Unsuccessful, she huffed, then got on her knee's and looked under her bed. She scanned the space, found some old school notes, a binder. No dust bunnies.
"Oh, come on," she said, sitting back on her heels and crossing her arms.
Well, this just sucked.
About to get up, Violet paused as a sudden light came from behind her curtains. Curious, she moved to the window and peeked out, only to have her breath stop dead in her throat. It was him. In his bedroom. With his shirt off.
Violet leaned closer to the window and swallowed hard, looking at his muscled back, then looked a little farther down. He seemed to like tight jeans. Not that she minded.
A little motion from his hands made her eyes jerk back up. She watched closely as he fiddled with something in front of him, then froze as she watched him pull his belt out of its loops. He was getting undressed. Naked. She knew she shouldn't be watching, but her eyes wouldn't cooperate as he fiddled a little more, and she absolutely shuddered when he pulled his pants down, revealing the fact that he had been going commando underneath. Her heart beating wildly, Violet bit her bottom lip at his very masculine backside. Then, as he turned around, her eyes widened, the wild female in her wholly approving of his wide chest and narrow hips and his-
Violet gasped. He was.. shit. He was huge, and he wasn't even aroused. She could just imagine him that way, though, all hot and heavy and glistening at the tip and-
He looked up. Right at her.
Jumping, she quickly shut the curtain and leaned against the wall, her heart beating hard in her ears. Breathing deep, she slowly backed up and collapsed back on her bed. Violet laid still for a minute, glancing at the window. God, he was a lovely specimen. The finest she'd
ever seen. And though she felt bad for playing Peeping Tom, she couldn't help but think he'd be spectacular, in and out of bed. Somewhere deep, she knew it for sure. And a little deeper, she felt a need for him growing. On her mouth, her chest. Between her thighs.
Pictures of them together flashed through her mind. His body blanketing hers, claiming her mouth with his own. Moving down to her neck, her breasts. Kissing and sucking them. Rolling her nipples with his tongue while he looked into her eyes, hungry.
Feeling hot, she pulled her t-shirt over her head as the scenes continued, grabbing her own breasts and kneading them, gently pinching the pink tips.
She pictured him kissing down her stomach, then slowly opening her thighs to allow his shoulders room as he nestled himself between her legs. Then he gave her a long, slow lick up her damp slit. She moaned aloud, frantically pushing her shorts and panties down. In her mind,
he continued to give her long swipes of his tongue, then gently spread her open with two fingers, put his mouth over her, and began sucking and licking her clit. Crying out, she moved one hand down to her mound and began rubbing herself in time with his sucks, leaving the other hand to grab at her breasts.
Her breathing frantic, he began to suck in earnest, and her fingers moved wildly against her clit, her hips riding them. As he pushed two fingers into her, she cried out loudly, her own hand following suit, pushing two fingers in while her thumb continued to piston over her bundle of nerves. Her back arched as her pleasure mounted, making her toes curl and her head toss back against the pillows.
"Oh, yes," she moaned loudly, her hand and his moving at a blurring speed, and then he took his mouth off her, moving up her body to suckle her breasts as his hand continued to move over her. She moaned again and again, the need to climax becoming great.
He moved farther up her body, burrowing his face into her neck and nipping at her before that beautiful voice brought her to the edge.
"That's it, love," he whispered in her ear, "come for me."
All at once the pleasure became too much and she screamed aloud, her muscles clenching, hand soaked with her own juices. She heard him chuckle softly before she opened her eyes and looked around, realizing she was alone. Panting, she looked down at her naked self, her wet hand. Though she could've felt awkward and embarrassed, she didn't. She was limp, blissful, and she gave a little smile as she reached over to her bedside table and grabbed a tissue to wipe off her hand.
Limbs too numb to clean herself up or re-dress, she simply cuddled into her sheets and sighed, hoping for a night of erotic dreams with her new neighbor.
No. Think of Adam.
Violet made a sound of disgust. Adam, her ex. They'd been dating for almost three years- her last year in high school and almost to her second year in college. He'd been her first real boyfriend. First real, full-on kiss. Make-out. Taken her for her first time.
And once her virginity was gone and he'd had a few rounds, he left. Said he needed someone more mature.
Violet scoffed aloud. More mature? She was an English major and his mom still did his laundry. Psh.
Sighing heavily, Violet heaved herself off the couch and made her way to her bedroom to find some form of entertainment. A movie, a book. A dust bunny. Anything.
Once in her room, Violet shuffled through her bookshelf, then through a stack of dvd's for a few minutes. Unsuccessful, she huffed, then got on her knee's and looked under her bed. She scanned the space, found some old school notes, a binder. No dust bunnies.
"Oh, come on," she said, sitting back on her heels and crossing her arms.
Well, this just sucked.
About to get up, Violet paused as a sudden light came from behind her curtains. Curious, she moved to the window and peeked out, only to have her breath stop dead in her throat. It was him. In his bedroom. With his shirt off.
Violet leaned closer to the window and swallowed hard, looking at his muscled back, then looked a little farther down. He seemed to like tight jeans. Not that she minded.
A little motion from his hands made her eyes jerk back up. She watched closely as he fiddled with something in front of him, then froze as she watched him pull his belt out of its loops. He was getting undressed. Naked. She knew she shouldn't be watching, but her eyes wouldn't cooperate as he fiddled a little more, and she absolutely shuddered when he pulled his pants down, revealing the fact that he had been going commando underneath. Her heart beating wildly, Violet bit her bottom lip at his very masculine backside. Then, as he turned around, her eyes widened, the wild female in her wholly approving of his wide chest and narrow hips and his-
Violet gasped. He was.. shit. He was huge, and he wasn't even aroused. She could just imagine him that way, though, all hot and heavy and glistening at the tip and-
He looked up. Right at her.
Jumping, she quickly shut the curtain and leaned against the wall, her heart beating hard in her ears. Breathing deep, she slowly backed up and collapsed back on her bed. Violet laid still for a minute, glancing at the window. God, he was a lovely specimen. The finest she'd
ever seen. And though she felt bad for playing Peeping Tom, she couldn't help but think he'd be spectacular, in and out of bed. Somewhere deep, she knew it for sure. And a little deeper, she felt a need for him growing. On her mouth, her chest. Between her thighs.
Pictures of them together flashed through her mind. His body blanketing hers, claiming her mouth with his own. Moving down to her neck, her breasts. Kissing and sucking them. Rolling her nipples with his tongue while he looked into her eyes, hungry.
Feeling hot, she pulled her t-shirt over her head as the scenes continued, grabbing her own breasts and kneading them, gently pinching the pink tips.
She pictured him kissing down her stomach, then slowly opening her thighs to allow his shoulders room as he nestled himself between her legs. Then he gave her a long, slow lick up her damp slit. She moaned aloud, frantically pushing her shorts and panties down. In her mind,
he continued to give her long swipes of his tongue, then gently spread her open with two fingers, put his mouth over her, and began sucking and licking her clit. Crying out, she moved one hand down to her mound and began rubbing herself in time with his sucks, leaving the other hand to grab at her breasts.
Her breathing frantic, he began to suck in earnest, and her fingers moved wildly against her clit, her hips riding them. As he pushed two fingers into her, she cried out loudly, her own hand following suit, pushing two fingers in while her thumb continued to piston over her bundle of nerves. Her back arched as her pleasure mounted, making her toes curl and her head toss back against the pillows.
"Oh, yes," she moaned loudly, her hand and his moving at a blurring speed, and then he took his mouth off her, moving up her body to suckle her breasts as his hand continued to move over her. She moaned again and again, the need to climax becoming great.
He moved farther up her body, burrowing his face into her neck and nipping at her before that beautiful voice brought her to the edge.
"That's it, love," he whispered in her ear, "come for me."
All at once the pleasure became too much and she screamed aloud, her muscles clenching, hand soaked with her own juices. She heard him chuckle softly before she opened her eyes and looked around, realizing she was alone. Panting, she looked down at her naked self, her wet hand. Though she could've felt awkward and embarrassed, she didn't. She was limp, blissful, and she gave a little smile as she reached over to her bedside table and grabbed a tissue to wipe off her hand.
Limbs too numb to clean herself up or re-dress, she simply cuddled into her sheets and sighed, hoping for a night of erotic dreams with her new neighbor.
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