I found myself watching his every move the past couple of days, there was a new tenant by the name of Chris that had just moved in next door.  He stood 6 feet tall, with sharp features and a bright shock of unruly blond hair.  I had finally gotten the courage to go over and introduce myself as his neighbor.  I stood at his doorway, I was slightly nervous.  I ran my hands self-consciously through my hair, brushing my tangled locks back and away from my face.  He opened the door, said “Hello” and motioned for me to enter and have a seat on the couch beside him.  He smiled up at me and said, "I suppose I should introduce myself."  He grinned a slightly lopsided grin, and I found myself staring into his unusual grey eyes.  He said, "My name is Christopher Brooks, but most people I know call me Chris."

I nodded, not taking my eyes away from his face.  "I'm Cassandra," I said slowly.  His eyes grew serious and I felt as if I were slipping into a dream. He reached a hand up to touch my cheek, turning my face so that I looked at him directly, not from the side as I had been before.  As I sat spellbound, he slowly moved toward me, his eyes looming large before me, until his lips touched mine with the impact of an electric shock. I jumped in surprise at the shock that coursed through me.  He smiled at my reaction and then frowned, as if displeased with himself.  He stood and walked to the other side of the room.

"I... am sorry Cassandra."  He stood with his back to me, arms folded, back rigid.  "I should not have taken advantage of you while you are here." I stood and walked over to stand behind him.  I reached a hand out and lightly touched him between the shoulder blades.  His back rippled at the touch, and I felt his muscles grow taut beneath my touch.  I slowly slid both arms around him until they rested on his chest and my breasts were pressed up against his back, my nipples hard against the taut muscles.  My breath caught in my throat.  I spoke in a low sultry voice, "I wouldn't say you’re taking advantage of me..." 

He turned, catching me in his arms, holding me pressed up against him. I could feel his manhood throbbing hot against my thigh.  He bent his head to kiss my neck, the gentle touch sending licks of fire through my body, coalescing in a warmth and wetness between my legs.  I moaned, and my knees grew weak and buckled beneath me.  He caught me and scooped me into his arms, carrying me easily over to sit on the rug before the fire. He set me down and reached for the hem of the shirt I wore.  He raised his eyes to mine -- those silvery grey eyes -- and asked, "Are you sure?" I nodded.  "Yes."

He gently drew the t-shirt over my head, and my nipples hardened again as his gaze swept over my plump double D breasts.  I wore no underclothes, for all of my garments were in the washer downstairs.  He bent his head to kiss first one nipple, then the other, then gently licked long swirls around one breast, coming teasingly close to the nipple, until he finally took it in his mouth as I moaned loudly in pleasure.  I wound my fingers in his hair, pressing him closer to my breast.  He sucked deeply on the nipple, then his tongue began its teasing journey to the other breast, first sliding up my collar bone, then the side of my neck, over my lips... pausing to dart quickly in and out of my mouth... then down the other side of my neck, the collar bone, and then again in slow teasing circles around my breast.  He drew it out this time, his tongue tracing around the nipple, coming closer than drawing away, until I cried out for him to take it in his mouth.  He obliged, suckling hard at the tender nub.

He raised his head to catch my eye with his own, and I smiled contentedly.  He raised himself up on one elbow and began tugging at the string holding my sweat pants on with his free hand.  When I stopped him, he looked at me quizzically. I motioned for him to stand, and then stood before him. I reached up and unbuttoned each button on the shirt he wore, drawing out the time it took to strip him by running my fingers and tongue over each inch of flesh as I exposed it.  Finally all the buttons were undone, and I slipped the shirt over his arms and dropped it on the floor.  Then I wrapped my arms around him, drawing his hips close by wrapping a leg behind one knee.  By standing as tall as possible, I could just reach his lips with my own and kissed him.  He kissed me back, hard, but allowed me to take the initiative when I tried.  I slid my tongue inside his mouth, exploring, and then took his tongue into my own mouth. We fenced in this way for quite a while, until I felt my knees again grow weak with desire.  I tore my lips from his and returned to my task of undressing him.

I leaned my head against his chest and heard his heart pounding inside.  As I slid one hand over his hip then across the front of his leg to caress the bulging hardness in my hand, the heartbeat sped up, and I could hear his breathing grow ragged.  I looked up at him to find him staring at me, his eyes nearly glowing.  Holding his gaze in my own, my hands found the snaps of his pants and unfastened them, then sliding the zipper down.  I pulled the pants and underwear over his hips, kneeling to reach to his feet, and his rigid manhood sprang free.  He stepped out of the pants and kicked them aside, his eyes still fastened on me.  

Still kneeling before him, I took his long rod in one hand, cupping his balls with the other.  My eyes twinkled at him as I bent my lips to touch the tip of his manhood, he was easily over 9” long.  His gasp of pleasure spurred me on, and I took the whole thing in my mouth, running my tongue over the sensitive tip, running my hand up and down the length of it.  As my tongue caressed the tip, tasting the salty drops that glistened when I drew back to look at it, his breathing grew rougher.

Finally he gasped, "Enough!"  His fingers had tangled in my hair and he roughly pulled my head back and knelt down before me, kissing me searingly.  Hot flames shot through me as he pushed me backwards onto the rug, his hand roughly caressing my breast, teasing the nipple to a hard point once again. I had roused him to the edge of passion, and he was no longer teasing me.  Instead, his caresses grew rougher, and as my passion mounted I welcomed him.  He quickly untied the sweat pants and drew them, soaked already with my juices, off of me and threw them to the other side of the room.  He lay over me, his mouth on my breast, one hand caressing my hips, his hardness between my legs, seeking entrance.  He raised his body over me, positioning himself, and then drove into me so hard that I gasped in surprise.  My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as he drove into me.  My breath came in harsh gasps as his tongue licked a path of fire from my breast up to the side of my neck, trailing warmth from the cleft between my collarbones to the hollow behind my ear.  I had never known my neck to be so sensitive, but as he nuzzled and licked it, I felt the heat within me growing. 

My moans grew louder, as did his, until we were both frantically straining together.  I felt the tension build within me and then, like a dam, it burst and I arched against him, shouting in my ecstasy.  His lips caressed my neck, and I gave in freely to the sensation that rocked through me, sending shocks of heat straight to where I held him inside me.  I moaned loudly, rocking with him, as if of their own volition, my lips found the tender flesh of the side of his neck.  My tongue teased, drawing sharp gasps from him, as I seduced him with my tongue and my body.  As I yelled, I felt both our bodies tensed and then released into a glorious orgasm...