A Knock at the Door

I thought I was dreaming at first. Bang, bang, bang. But it didn't cease when I opened my eyes. Bang, bang. Nope, that was indeed someone at the door.

My alarm clock said 11:32 pm. Who the hell was at my door at this hour?

I walked slightly bleary-eyed to the front entrance and was pleasantly surprised to see my next-door neighbor's brother, Eric, on the other side.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Amy," he began. "But I left the key to the house in my other jacket pocket and my sister's working her night shift."

"So, you're locked out?" I finished.

Eric nodded in agreement.

"Well, come on in," I said. "It won't be a fun vacation if you had to spend a night outside in this weather."

He looked grateful as he crossed the threshold.

"What time does your sister get home?"

"She's doing an 8 pm-8 am shift," he replied.

"Ok. Well, do you want a drink? I have some soda, juice, wine, water?"

"Wine, if you don't mind," came his reply.

"Great choice. I'll pour us two glasses." I said, making my way to the kitchen. This was certainly not how I imagined tonight going when I first headed to bed. But I am not complaining about this change of script.

As I joined Eric on the couch, we started chatting about his vacation so far.

"I'm enjoying the sights of the city and catching up with my sister. Plus, it was lovely meeting you at the house party yesterday." I had to blink a couple of times. Did Eric just wink at me? Was he flirting with me?

"Same, to you," I said, sipping my wine.

The words flowed smoothly between us - the laughter, even easier.

Is it the two glasses of wine, or is he is edging closer to me? His hand on my leg answered all my questions. A silence followed. I shyly reached up and ran my fingers through his brown wavy hair. Our lips met soon after.

Softly, gently at first. Almost as if our lips were gliding. Barely touching. A kiss on his forehead, one on my cheek. A lingering kiss that brought our lust together. A kiss that caused temperatures to rise.

This kiss grew in intensity as Eric's hands reached under my top. I was not wearing a bra, and he seemed pleasantly surprised.

"Your tits feel amazing," he said, carefully caressing them.

"Thank you," I replied. "Now, take off your shirt."

In one swift motion, he removed his top, and I unbuttoned mine. I threw the cushions to the ground. I unbuckled his jeans, revealing his handsome package straining against red boxers. Oh, we are definitely going to have fun tonight, I thought to myself.

I haven't had sex in a few months and was more than ready for him to take me. I leaned against the edge of the couch. He looked questionably at me.

"It's my favorite masturbating position," I replied to his unasked question. The feeling of the hard couch edge against my clit always did the trick!

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I chastised playfully.

He laughed. "Yes, ma'am!"

As he got in position behind me, he surprised me by dropping to his knees. What on Earth was he up to? I felt his hands on my calves and his tongue against my clit. A slow, long lick against my clit. Once, twice, three times. His gentle, yet coarse tongue giving me just a tease of the night ahead.

All too quickly his tongue left my presence. Then I felt his finger enter me slowly. Rhythmically moving in and out. Hitting my pleasure points each time he entered me. I gently rubbed against the couch and the tell-tale signs of arousal started to build.

"Are you ready for me?" Eric asked.

"Yes," I moaned. "But go slow."

"Not a problem," came his reply. "I love the view from behind." Those long sexy legs are only second to that amazing ass, Eric thought to himself.

Within a few seconds, I felt the tip of his cock spread my lips apart. I let out a low moan as inch by inch, he slowly filled me up.

"How's that?" he whispered.

"Lovely," I replied, continuing to grind against the couch. The combined pleasure of the couch and his cock was almost too much! However, I told myself to slow down. I didn't want this session to end so soon.

I think he must have read my mind.

"Just so you know, I can usually get in two rounds in a night. Sometimes three."

I looked back at him questionably. "What?"

"Oh, I heard you muttering under your breath to slow down. You're soaking wet and your body is tense. I know you want a release."

"Oh gosh yes! You have no idea," I said enthusiastically.

With this new freedom, I started to grind harder against the couch. He stayed in sync with my rhythm as I felt the orgasm rise. I never took me long to get off when I masturbated.

"I'm going to cum," I moaned as I felt my pussy tightened around his cock.

"Fuck," I yelled as the sensations ripped through me. Every inch of my body felt like it was on heat. I could barely keep myself up. Thank goodness I was leaning against the couch!

"That sounded like you enjoyed it," Eric quipped. We turned to face each other.

Looking down, I was able to truly admire his dick for the first time tonight. Let me tell you, the length and slight curve of that beautiful dick was a sight to behold. I drew closer, feeling his cock against my stomach.

There was no way I was going back to sleep tonight!