Girl Next Door - Layla Ch. 04

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Two Neighbors further explore their fantasies.
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Part 4 of the 4 part series

Updated 06/11/2023
Created 11/16/2021
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"That was mind blowing! I can't believe we did that!"

Layla took a deep hit of her cigarette, and reveled in her comment. We were sitting out on the balcony table from the master suite, naked still but wrapped ourselves in two fluffy robes. When William and I designed this house, we went all out, the balcony included. We could fit a four-person table, two tanning chairs, and a mini bar. Layla made herself at home and grabbed the smokes from the table and sat down. She had one leg bent against her chest, while the other hanging down. The robe exposed her hanging leg and covered up her sweet spot just enough to be a tease. Before sitting down with her, I walked over and grabbed two bottled waters from the bar.

"I couldn't agree more," I said, holding her water. "I've honestly never felt anything like that before with another woman."

She took the water. "I don't think I have either. Come to think of it, I would say you popped my cherry on that one."

I couldn't help but laugh. That's one way to put it. "I wouldn't have wanted anyone else."

What is usually the awkward part about swinging was how it ended; when the orgasms and heat went away. Usually it would be William and I rushing to leave to head back home or say that we're exhausted in order to get rid of the other couple, but this was different. I didn't want her to leave, I wanted her to stay and we enjoy this moment forever. We ended up talking about the guys, the kids, careers, favorite tv shows--everything was normal. It was like we went back to being normal neighbors, best friends. She made me feel confident about myself, made me feel ten times sexier than I felt about myself, and normalize the attraction of a woman's anatomy. It was like we had been friends for years and the sex was just an added bonus to our friendship. I mean, I'd take her over a vibrator any day.

"What are some of your fantasies, Layla?"

Adjusting herself in her seat, robe now off one shoulder to expose the top of her breast, she replied, "Hmmm, let me think. You know I like to be submissive, so I enjoy things like being tied down, hair pulled, rough grabs." She paused. "But, you already found that out."

"I'll do it more, if you'd like."

She bit her lip. "I'd love that."

"What else?"

"I'd like to use more toys." Layla's face perked up with her idea. "In fact, I have one that I haven't been able to use, but I think would be fun to play with it together."

I was intrigued. William and I buy a sex toy or item for the bedroom frequently, but some of it had never been used. It made me remember the sex machine William bought months ago for my birthday. That'd come in handy. I instantly pictured Layla laying down on her back, hands and legs tied to the bed, while my machine went away on her. It would be fun to watch. There were some other toys that came to mind as well, but I knew we'd get to try them at some point.

Suddenly, across the horizon, the sun begin to rise and officially start the day. I had no idea at how long we had been up, but this was a clear indication that it was all night. It suddenly hit me on how exhausted I was, and Layla's yawn was a sign she was too.

"How about you stay over here and sleep with me?" I said, laughing at the irony of my words. I stood up and reached for her hand. "We can relax, sleep, and recharge."

"Well," she pondered. "You do have an incredible bed. As long as you want me."

"If you didn't think that I wanted you earlier, I think I'm going to have to remind you again. Later."

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After changing into some oversized t-shirts, the both of us crashed onto the bed and fell asleep after changing the channel to Friends. It was a classic to fall asleep to, and gave enough background noise to drift off. We slept throughout the whole day, waking up for bathroom and snack trips. It was nice to sleep and be lazy, without the consequences of a hangover. We watched multiple seasons of Friends, switched to new shows like Bridgerton, and a few drama movies.

Even had a pizza delivered. After the credits rolled through on the last movie, I looked over to William's side of the bed. His clock read 7:00pm. We had literally stayed in bed for over 12 whole hours, and it was glorious! I laid back and stared at the ceiling, just enjoying the mood. From the corner of my eye, I saw Layla move closer and lay on her side next to me. Her hair was messy, her beautiful skin naked from makeup, wearing my Avril Lavigne concert shirt, and her eyes so soft and warm. I felt her hand begin to comb my hair back from my face; the slightest touch that sent chills, yet again, down my spine. She had a way of doing that with ease.

"Your eyes.." she whispered. "That's what I imagine blue diamonds look like."

"They may be nice, but thank God I get to look at your amber eyes, instead."

She kissed my cheek gently and quickly; a simple gesture.

"I don't know about you, but I need to shower. But I'm gonna hop the fence and grab a bag from my house first." Layla swiftly twisted around and leaped off the bed. I watched her grab William's slippers by the door as her ass was at the end of her shirt. If she lifted her arms, it'd be no mystery then. She caught my stare and bent over slightly while in the doorframe of the bedroom. Sure enough, her round ass was bare except for a black thong I let her borrow with my shirt. She made anything and everything look good.

"Go ahead and get started. I'll join you when I get back." And then she left. Was she being dominant with me now? I mean, who doesn't like being told what to do? In a sexual sense, obviously. On the other hand, I wondered what I would get if I didn't listen to her. Would she spank me? In another fantasy, that's what I would hope she would do. But that would have to be for another time, as I too realized that I smelt like sex and wine, if that was ever a scent. I heard the back door close as I walked into the master bath.

Just like our house, we spent the most on the bathroom. It was a place of peace and relaxation. I turned on the lights to illuminate the room, dimming them just a bit to set the mood. I walked over and turned on the water to the shower, before getting undressed. Our shower was a walk-in with pebble-padded rock on the sides and bottom; containing two giant side shower heads, side jets under each head, and a rainfall in the middle. There was no way you weren't getting wet unless you sat on the shower ledge. The opposite side of that ledge was clear glass wall that overlooked the bath. I flashed back to the times that William had me pressed against that glass wall, playing with my clit while he fucked me from behind. I watched my breasts be pressed against the glass in the fogged mirrors of the bathroom. Aside from the jacuzzi bath, the shower was one of my favorite places to be.

I combed my hair, stepped out of my House of Blues shirt, and walked into the steamy shower. The hot water felt amazing on my body, soothing my muscles with its warmth and pressure from the shower heads. Just as I washed my hair, I called out to Alexa, "Alexa, play Spotify playlist 'Red Room'". It was a playlist I made specifically for moments like yesterday. Hot. Horny. Playful, yet passionate. "Go Fuck Yourself" by Two Feet echoed through the speakers in the bathroom and bedroom. Kind of a perfect song to start with. I began to wash my body and fell into a groove as the playlist continued on. It had seemed like awhile since Layla had left, but before I got out, I turned around to find her standing at the entrance of the shower: naked. She had one hand on each side of the shower, strutting her sexy self in while staring at me.

"I love it when you're wet," she spoke softly in my ear. It sent chills down my spine; it was so sultry but innocent at once.

She walked over to the opposite shower head and began to wash her hair. She brushed against my nipple and bit her lip as she did. Little tease, again. I reached over, grabbed some shampoo from my side, and instructed her to turn around. She did as she was told, as I began to massage her head with the soap. There's nothing better than someone playing with your hair and massaging your head. That's the best part about going to the salon to get your hair done; ladies, we can all agree on that. Layla moaned in pleasure, not sexually, but it was still sexy. I finished and let her rinse off her head and body, while I sat on the ledge and watched.

"You like what you see?" She spoke, her eyes closed as her head was tilted into the water.

"Absolutely," I said, toying with my nipple rings. "What did you bring over from your place?"

Layla wiped her face and looked at me with her eyes wide with excitement. "So I brought the new toy over and.." She trailed off. She held a finger and walked out of the shower. Butt ass naked, bringing no towel with her. I sat there and waited patiently, until I saw her walk back in with her hands behind her back. She was trying to make it a surprise. She stood just outside of the rainfall and stood just an inch from me; her boobs in my face again if she moved closer.

She bent down, her face just inches from mine. "So, here are the rules. You can dominate me back in the bedroom, but the shower is my territory. I get to do whatever I want to you." Layla squatted, placing the item against the ledge out of sight, and spread my legs by her hands on my knees. In a second, she forced my legs open to expose my sweet spot. The water was still hot and the steam was enough to keep the whole shower warm. Layla looked into my eyes and lowered her mouth, sticking her tongue in my pussy that it made me gasp. I thought she'd continue, but she sat back up and grabbed the toy. It was a blue dildo, about medium size in girth and length. It wasn't anything too big, but still good sized. Layla licked her lips and brought the dildo to her lips, wetting the tip with her tongue and mouth.

"You look fucking hot when you suck dick and lick pussy, babes" I told her, combing her wet hair out of her face. "Now I know why guys fall madly in love with you. And now girls."

"You're gonna love what I do to you, too."

With one fluid motion, Layla had lined up my pussy with the dildo and shoved the whole dildo in, making me scream her name. She continued to pull it out, and shove it back in as quickly as she could, over and over again. It made me breathless, her being dominant with me. I arched my back and began to move with her thrusts, enhancing the sensations. Then, she took her free hand and began to rub my clit in circular motions. That was gonna send me on edge if I let it, but I wanted to hold out a bit longer before my orgasm came; I wanted to enjoy this hot, sexy moment.

"Oh yes, babes, that feels so fucking good! Yes!" I couldn't help but tell her how good she made me feel. Her hands were fast and she knew my sweet spots.

It felt like hours of pure heaven. She continued pushing the dildo into me, slowing down her thrusts, and bent over to suck on my nipples from time to time. The stimulation from three sensitive spots made my whole body tingle. It was exhilarating. I moaned for her, telling her to not stop like she had done me, and she would fuck me harder.

"Please come for me, Diana. Come on this cock for me and then lick my pussy. I'm so wet for you," she said, bending down to start licking my clit as she thrusted the dildo into me with long, hard strokes. I came in a matter of seconds, my moans echoing in the bathroom. I felt her hand grab my throat, choking me lightly as I began to orgasm. The high lasted so long, and Layla slowed down until she pulled it out fully. Without hesitation, she took the dildo and began sucking it, tasting my cum. She leaned back to sit on the floor, pulled her legs up, and began touching her pussy while we locked eyes. I could tell she was sensitive from being so turned on because she could barely touch herself. Her pussy was throbbing, and I was going to fix that.

I climbed off the ledge and climbed on top of her, kissing her neck as she laid back. "I have a new toy I want to try out too, but that's for the bedroom." I slid three fingers up her pussy, her gasp satisfying. "I'm going to fuck you like a woman never has before."

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We got out of the shower and wrapped in robes. We decided to take a break, smoke a cigarette, and then dry our hair so that we didn't have to deal with it later. The playlist was changed to more upbeat songs, and we ended up jamming out to a few oldies too. It was so natural to flow back and forth between sexy and best friend mode with her. After we were done, we put all our things away so we didn't have to clean up later. Layla had just put her hair products in her bag when I snuck up behind her and smacked her ass, robe still on. We started laughing, and before I knew it, she took her robe off and bent in front of me.

"Might as well smack my real ass and not the cushion."

She was looking from behind, watching if I would actually do it. I backed my hand and gave her ass a loud smack. It instantly started to get red and form the size of my hand. She moaned with pleasure, and told me that it was better.

"Well, before I get to smack the other cheek, I want you to go lay down on the bed and I'll grab a toy for us." She turned her body, slightly, then nodded as she headed towards the bedroom. I went further into the bathroom and went into my side of the closet. In there, I opened my dresser to find the one item I had been wanting to use right in front of me. I turned around to the mirror in my closet, and watched as I took off my robe. My body was dry and hot; except for the fact I was a turned on type-of-hot. First, I picked out a black bra with PINK diamonds on the straps and put it on. This would give my vibe the balance I wanted. I grabbed the toy from the drawer and stepped into it, adjusting it around my waist and thighs. It had velvet like underwear between my legs, thick leather straps wrapping around my thighs and hips. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror: I was the perfect mixture of sweet and kinky. I put on some knee high boots to give me height and made me look even more like a dark sex goddess.

I turned off the light and walked through the bathroom and into the bedroom. As soon as I was in eyesight of Layla, I heard a small gasp before I saw her. I watched her mouth open at the sight of my leather strap on and PINK bra, like a kinky Victoria Secret angel. She was arched back, her left arm propping her up, while her right was stretched between her long, bent legs. Layla was completely naked, her legs spreading as I walked up to the bed. Up close, I saw her bite her lip and show that her hand was playing with her pussy. It was already wet, from what I could see.

"Oh hell yes," she gasped. "I was hoping you had one of those."

"Mmmm is that so?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to use it on you?"

She nodded. "Yes, please."

As I climbed onto the bed, Layla situated herself so that we were both on our knees and touching each other lightly. Our hands were gliding across each other's skin, while our breasts brushed up against one another. Her hot breath against my skin gave me chills, but before I could react, Layla began kissing me and tugging at the strap-on like she was playing with a real cock. She started to rub it on the outside of her pussy lips, teasing herself with it. I bit her lip as she moaned with pleasure, and it ended our kiss. I felt her hands pull me closer at the hips and grinding against the toy. But she got to have her way with me in the shower, so now it was time for me to take over. With one quick motion, I grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled back, exposing her gorgeous neck. I bit and kissed her sweet skin and whispered in her ears,

"You had your fun, now it's my turn." My right hand grabbed her neck and tightened around it. "Be a good little bitch for me and lube up this dick."

I let go and Layla instantly leaned over to my side of the bed and found the lube. Looks like she went through my drawers. Someone was naughty looking through drawers. She came back, poured a good amount of lube, and began rubbing it all over the long strap on. Her eyes gazed at it.

"It's really big," she commented, using both hands to stroke it gently. For a moment, I thought about what William would think about her hands. It would be so hot watching her stroke his cock like she was doing just then while I sat back and played with my pussy. I was brought back to my reality when I felt her fingers begin to rub lube between the end of the strap-on and my sweet spot. Her fingers were heaven. I pushed Layla onto the bed, her ass pointed up with her face in the bed. I kicked her bent legs out farther to expose her sweet spot. Her ass was so round and delicious that I couldn't help but slap each check until they were a light shade of pink. She wiggled her ass in pleasure, sexy gasps with each slap. She sat up so that she was on all fours, turning back to look at me. I watched as her hand reached back, rubbing her pussy from in between her thick ass.

"You want this pussy, don't you?" The sound of her wet pussy as she began to finger herself was the sign I needed before I grabbed her hips and lined up the strap-on. In one thrust, I pushed the entire length in her pussy; making her scream with immense pleasure. I waited for a moment for her to catch her breath, but as soon as I felt her breathe, I began thrusting over and over into her. She took the cock so well, her moans making me thrust harder and faster. Now I knew why guys liked submissive girls. There was something about her doing what I wanted and being rough with her. I loved grabbing her ass, smacking it as I thrust deeper into her.

"Oh yes!" She cried. "Fuck me like a dirty little bitch."

I pulled the dick out of her pussy and climbed up to the head of the bed, propping myself against the stack of pillows and headboard. Her sweet nectar was dripping off of the strap-on, but I knew I wasn't done with her yet. As if she knew what to do, Layla followed. She got to the headboard and put each hand on the sides of my face. Her breasts came to my mouth and I instantly began to suck on them. Layla reached down with one free hand, stroking my toy, and making her way through the panties to rub my pussy. I groaned against her breasts, biting her nipples lightly. I looked up, and both her and I locked eyes.

"I think you should get on top of me and ride it," I said, breathlessly.

"Mmm, with pleasure," was her reply.

With one fluid motion, Layla's leg lifted over my body and began to position herself on the long cock I had for her. Her eyes were dark with seduction, looking at me, while she gasped in pleasure as it entered her. One of my favorite things was to see the pleasure on people's faces, especially when I was the one doing it, and watching Layla was no different. I moved my hands to her hips and thrusted my hips to push it further into her.

"God, yes," she moaned. "Fuck, this is so big.."

This whole experience made me realize what guys like about women, especially the spicy side of things. Watching Layla play with her breasts as she bounced up and down on the strap-on and her head leaned back, it was nothing short of a sexy fantasy come true. Her moans were louder than before, and her moans of how deep it went inside her sweet spot made me move my hips with hers. We were in sync with one another and soon our breathing did the same. I could feel her nectar soaking the dildo and dripping between my legs.

The movement of our hips was enough to keep me on edge, but Layla was in orgasm heaven right now. I was going to keep going until she showed that she couldn't take it anymore, and soon she did just that. Layla brought her swaying hips to a halt, and I did the same. We locked eyes and found ourselves making out with the dildo still deep inside her. I held her head close to mine as I began to slowly thrust my hips into her. She broke away from our kiss to moan, and quickly sat up. Before I knew it, Layla was ripping of every piece of clothing I had on until I was as naked as she was. Her hands made sure to touch every inch of my body, her focus on nothing specific. As I laid on the bed, Layla found herself on top of me: the opposite roles from when we first scissored.

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