She walked down the street drench in the rain. The rain had been pouring violently the whole day, it is a normal phenomenon this time of the year. As much as the season had been highly anticipated upon, everyone at one point in the day wished the rain would give way for a second.
Lara was no different, walking home in the dark with rain pounding on her mercilessly.
She got to her door at eight minutes past 9pm. Alex, her hot new neighbor was sitting on his porch smoking a cigarette.
"Hey, beautiful." He greeted, waving as a huge smile spread out on his face.
"Hey, Alex." She greeted back, searching for her keys in her handbag.
"You are wet." He added.
She abruptly paused what she was doing, lifted up her head and held his gaze. "I know," she responded a little bit weakly.
What he said was the plain truth, she was wet, but why did it sound so erotic coming from him. Blame her brain for speeding kilometers away from the conversation.
"You should hurry up and warm up before you catch a cold." He said with concern. Still smiling.
"Sure, thanks." She said as she inserted the key into the door knob. She pushed the door open and hurriedly headed upstairs.
Alex Moved to the neighborhood two weeks back. He is this friendly hot type of guy, with the kind of body that'll drive any girl crazy. She wasn't an exception though. She'll always fantasize about both of them doing the unimaginable. But unfortunately, she has to wake up every morning and act like he's not even there.
Lara is not the usual one night stand kind of girl, but living adjacent to a hot guy has recently been a torture to her, probably the most torturous two weeks of her life.
As she kicked her pantie to one coner in the bath, which was the last piece of clothing covering her female sanctuary. She couldn't help but gaze at the wet patch on her pale blue panties. It was not soaked from the rain but rather just from one word from her hot neighbor.
The worst of it all is that he said the word casually and in the right context. Only if he knew he had such an effect on her. How could such ordinarily said words stir up this kind of feeling?
She couldn't call it a strange feeling because she'd been feeling that way almost everyday for a couple of weeks now.
She leaned her back on the wall of the bath room, with the image of Alex watching her, just watching her with those sexy pink lips. Probably shirt off, just the way he was this Sunday afternoon, she ran her fingers from her neck to her chest, stopping on her two molds. She used both hands to gently squeeze on them, accompanied by a pinch on her already hard nipples. She traced her hands slowly down to her abdomen, forgetting the tiredness she felt earlier.
Reaching her hairy part, she paused, returning one hand back to her breast. She made sure to simultaneously give attention to both breasts while her other hand continued to travel farther down her hairy part until she met the source of her wetness. She slowly rubbed on her folds, applying more pressure on her clits. She couldn't help but moan from the pleasure.
She continued to play with her private part. Her legs felt so weak, like they could give up and she'll collapse anytime soon, but the pleasure she felt was more than that. With desire intensifying in the pit of her tummy, she slowly dipped one finger into her slippery entrance.
"Oh my goodness…" she moaned in pleasure.
Pushing in and pulling out her finger hastily, her moans were nowhere subsiding. Instead the heat in her belly increased with every movement, her moaning became even louder. She did not stop giving equal attention to both breasts.
She doubled her fingers in her extremely wet pussy, her movements with her fingers did not stop. She leaned her head on the wall, rocking her hips up and down, sometimes forward and backward to match the rhythm of the movement of her fingers.
Her arms did hurt a bit, but it only fueled up her burning sexual desire.
She moved her finger in and out of her, faster, as fast as she could, occasionally staring at the imaginary Alex.
In her mind, Alex was all aroused with his huge cock in his hand. She pictured him stroking himself as she in turn pleasured herself.
"I can help you with that."
She was close to her release when she heard his sexy masculine voice. It never registered in her head that he was actually here, watching her the whole time.
"I thought you'd never ask." She replied drunkenly.
She felt these strong rough palms caress her hips, moving to her butt. He squeezed her butt cheeks really hard.
She jerked up, immediately, it finally registered in her mind that foreign hands were actually touching her. She was not alone in her house. She was not alone in her bathroom.