I rubbed her pussy with circular motions. She made a little purring sound.
I continued to tease her lower lips. I remembered that finding her clit wasn’t hard. I felt the slight bulge against my fingers, and I could tell it was her spot. I rubbed against it while kissing her. Her gasps, moans, and groans were trapped in my mouth.
I inserted a finger into her while simultaneously rubbing on her clit.
“Nngh…yeah…a little faster, please,” she requested.
“I don’t think you get to make requests,” I said.
I don’t know if it was due to my words, but she got tighter.
Oh well, I had to grant her wish. I increased the pace at which I fingered her. She enjoyed the invasion if her moans getting louder were anything to consider.
I leaned in close and whispered, “I thought you were bothered by your neighbors hearing you?”
Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth quickly.
I removed my fingers, and she reached for my hand that had left her.
“Wait…” she said as she panted.
“Don’t worry. I was under the assumption that you needed something bigger,” I said.
She nodded and let go of my hand.
I got to my feet and downed the remaining contents in my cup. When I was done, I reached for my belt.
She watched in anticipation as I took off the belt.
I unzipped the pants…slowly.
She bit her lower lip, but I could tell she was getting impatient; she took off the skirt she was wearing along with her panties which I had shifted to the side earlier to get access to her pussy.
I stopped taking off my clothes to watch her completely strip. When she was done, she started playing with herself, calling my attention with her eyes.
I resumed undressing under her gaze and took off my shirt. I could hear her make an approving sound. I took off my pants but didn’t remove my underwear. My hardness was already evident, but I remembered something about making love with Matilda.
She crept over to me and started to stroke my dick even from within my underwear. It was kind of like a peculiar kink to her, and I didn’t mind. She rubbed it slowly; I enjoyed the feel of the fabric on my body and her hands.
She kissed my hardness and continued to stroke it. Then she started to lick my dick from the fabric.
Okay, that was new.
Her saliva soaked my boxers and stuck to my dick. It wasn’t uncomfortable, although it felt weird.
She pulled down my boxers and stared at my dick. She licked her left palm continuously, then used it to hold my dick. Her wet hands and fingers felt so good.
She squeezed on my dick but continued stroking; it was a balance between discomfort and comfort. She increased her pace and leaned in close.
“I’ve missed this,” she said. “I’ve missed your girth…I’ve missed your length.”
She brought my dick close to her nose, inhaling deeply, and continued to reminisce, “I’ve also missed your scent.”
“Eh, sorry about that; I could go shower now,” I said playfully.
She chuckled. “Don’t you dare. I like the wild side that it inspires in my bones. It shows that you’re a man through and through.”
“Aww, thanks, Matilda,” I replied.