The Neighbors Skirt

Neighbors Skirt: A Steamy Erotic Sex Story

It had been a long time since I had seen my neighbor Janet. She had moved to a different part of town about a year ago and I hadn’t had the opportunity to catch up with her since then. So, when I saw her walking up my street one day, I was absolutely delighted.

We embraced like old friends and I noticed her outfit. She was wearing a tight-fitting black mini skirt and a white blouse, which showed off her curves perfectly. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement run through my body as I looked at her.

We decided to catch up over a cup of tea, so I invited her in. As she walked past me, I noticed the outline of her panties through the thin fabric of her skirt, and I felt a wave of desire wash over me.

I asked her to take a seat in the living room, and she obliged. As she sat down, I could see that her skirt had ridden up a bit, exposing the pale skin of her thighs. I felt my heart racing in my chest as I looked at her, and I felt an undeniable urge to touch her.

I tried to resist my desires, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. I moved closer to her and began to run my hands up her legs, feeling the softness of her skin. She let out a small gasp of surprise, but she didn’t move away.

Encouraged by her reaction, I moved my hands higher, until they were cupping the curves of her buttocks. I could feel her trembling beneath my touch, and I felt my desire for her beginning to boil over.

I leaned in and kissed her, and she responded eagerly. I pulled her closer to me, and as I did, her skirt rode up even higher, exposing her black panties. I ran my hands up her thighs and felt my pulse quicken as my fingers brushed against the soft fabric.

I reached up and tugged at the waistband of her panties, and she gasped in pleasure. I could feel her heat radiating from beneath the thin fabric and I felt my own arousal intensifying. I pulled the panties down and began to explore her body with my tongue.

I kissed and licked her inner thighs, enjoying the taste of her hot and slick skin. She moaned and writhed beneath my touch, and I knew that she was enjoying it as much as I was. I moved my mouth towards her most intimate area, and as I did so, she gave a loud gasp of pleasure.

I explored her with my tongue, relishing in the taste and feel of her. She began to move her hips in time with my movements, and I felt my own desire reaching a new level. I moved my fingers back up her thighs and began to caress her most sensitive spot, and she cried out in pleasure.

I increased the intensity of my movements, and as I did, she began to quiver beneath me. I could feel her body tensing and trembling as I brought her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. Finally, with one final thrust, she screamed out in ecstasy as she came.

I lay there for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow of the experience. We lay there in each other’s arms, both of us feeling completely satisfied. Looking into her eyes, I knew that this was not the last time we would make love.

The next day, as I watched her walk away, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. I knew that I would miss her, and that I would never forget the night that we had shared. As she disappeared down the street, I smiled, knowing that I would see her again soon.