Neighborhood Nymphet

CHAPTER ONE-1

CHAPTER ONE

In reality he was cracking open a beer. He saw her.

She came sweeping into the kitchen and he could tell his life had changed.

He was a married man, his wife was in the other room. It was Bernard's house and he was having a party.

But the fact of the matter was he had to have this woman.

Her long black hair spilled low down the center of her back and fell gracefully over her shoulders.

She was beautiful. An innocent face, yet somehow wanton.

It did not take Bernard long to notice that she too wore a wedding ring.

"I'm your host for the evening," Bernard said, turning his mouth into what was supposed to be a charming grin.

The woman thought that he looked a bit silly. Handsome, but a bit drunk.

"You are Bernie!" the woman said with a laugh.

"Bernard. Who are you? You are lovely," Bernard said. All of a sudden he felt like he was going through puberty again.

He was twenty-five years old and had not had s*x with another woman since the night before he was married.

He found his s*x life to be mundane, and had frequently found himself slipping into a fantasy world.

Bernard Shakey got the impression that one of his fantasies was about to come true. Reality was to be better than dream.

"My name is Michele. Michele Symms.

Hubby Mac is in the living room looking at your wife, Mr. Shakey."

"Oh, don't worry about them," Bernard said. He was pleased with his boldness. "Let's talk about us."

"Mr. Shakey, the second I walked into your house I got the impression that this party was going to get kinky."

"I don't think anything kinky has happened in this house in two years. My wife and I had a very peculiar dinner a while back."

"Do you swing, Bernie?" Michele said standing with her head tilted to one side so that her long black hair spilled over one shoulder.

Bernard could see that her purple sweater was being stretched taut in the front by what appeared to be huge breasts.

She was a small girl, standing only about five foot one, and she was built on a small frame. Bernard figured that her weight didn't make it into triple digits.

"Swing?" Bernard said. He wanted to seem cool, but he didn't have the slightest idea what she meant.

Bernard got the vague impression that he didn't swing. But he didn't want the black-haired beauty to know that.

"Sure. Swing? Ha! All the time," Bernard said, and took a nervous swig from the top of his beer.

"Bernard Shakey, I believe you are blushing," Michele said in a teasing tone that made the man turn even redder.

He felt thoroughly humiliated as she reached up and pinched him on the cheek.

"I think I've lost you, Michele. Maybe a couple more beers and I'll start to figure this out," Bernard said.

"Bernie, you've had enough beer. Set the can down and show me the backyard," Michele said, running her fingertips lightly over Bernard's cheek.

The man could feel his balls start to ache the second she touched him.

He could feel the blood pumping downward in his body.

He could feel his c**k starting to throb. His pants felt as if they were getting tighter by the second.

"But Stacy...," Bernard said, gesturing weakly toward the living room.

"Your wife is in good hands," Michele said in a soothing tone.

"I don't think that Stacy fools around, Michele. I think that she is going to come looking for me."

"I'll give her eighteen minutes, Bernard, and Mac will be taking her to your room."

Bernard felt a little nervous but he took the woman's hand.

He decided that he was going to grab for the gusto.

Bernard was surprised by his rising sense of existentialism.

He looked at Michele's face and saw that her dark brown eyes were twinkling with mischief as they made their way toward the back door.

Bernard could see that her eyelashes were long, and licked lightly at her high cheekbones whenever the beautiful woman blinked.

The man could feel his c**k getting larger by the second, throbbing hard, growing with each rapid beat of his heart.

He hoped that this woman was not just a drunk prick tease.

There was something about her face, though, that made her seem sincere.

In spite of her coolness, she seemed very horny and looked like she wanted to please him a great deal.

And she seemed as cool and sober as a judge. Bernard could tell that she was not the sort of woman to drink.

Michele Symms looked to be the sort of woman who didn't want to do anything that might deaden her senses.

The black-haired woman made a sexy purring noise, making her whole throat vibrate, as they arrived at the back door.

It was a late spring night in the little town of Rushdale.

The night was cool, but they could be comfortable without jackets.

It was too early for the nights to be filled with insects.

Black Creek was nearby. By June the mosquitoes would make summer nights stickier and more uncomfortable.

They stepped out into the back yard of the white suburban home and looked up at the clear night sky.

They could see that there wasn't a cloud in the sky and all of the stars were as clear as a bell.

They could pick out many astrology signs, and couldn't help but notice that the moon was full.

The light from the moon was so bright that they could clearly see each other's faces in it.

"It's beautiful," Michele said and turned to face Bernard, tilting her smooth white chin upward.

Bernard Shakey was six foot even so he was a good deal taller than her i even though she was wearing high heels.

Bernard could see that Michele's nose was a tiny button, turned up a little at the end, which he thought looked very cute.

Bernard thought that her lips were extraordinary.

He thought they were the most sensuous lips he had ever seen.

She wore no lipstick, yet her lips looked like a pouting heart.

They were very red, and they looked like they needed, to be kissed badly.

Bernard looked up and down Michele's body lewdly.

He could see that the black-haired woman had a perfect hourglass figure.

Her waist was extremely slim and her hips were rounded and tight.

Michele was wearing a pair of skin-tight designer blue jeans,.

They did nothing to hide the fact that she had a round, hot ass.

Her jeans fit so tight that one could make out her outer cunt lips in the crotch.

"Come here," Bernard said, holding him arms out toward her.

She moved toward him as if she were moving in slow motion.

Bernard ached as he walked her sensuous lips parting, the moon's light catching a bit of Michele's front teeth.

He could tell that her teeth were pearly white and perfectly straight.

As far as Bernard could tell, the woman was perfect in every way.

He wondered if he should pinch himself just to make sure that he hadn't passed out and fallen into a wonderful dream.

Michele's fingers were long and slender, as were her carefully manicured fingernails.

The beautiful woman always kept her fingernails painted a deep red color.

She thought that it went perfectly with her dark complexion and ebony hair.

The spike high heels that Michele was wearing were open toed so Bernard could see that her toenails were painted the same color.

She had extraordinary feet. Her ankles were slim. He could see them because the bottoms of her jeans fit tightly around the calves.

Bernard placed the palms of his hands gently on the small of Michele Symms' back and pulled her toward him.

She fell against his chest, and he could feel how high and firm her large breasts were as they pressed flat.

Even through the woman's sweater he could tell that her n*****s were hard and erect from horniness.

There was something about the way the beautiful woman was breathing that told Bernard her n*****s were not erect from being chilly.

He could tell that his c**k was already as hard as a rock and was threatening to tear her tight pants.

He actually felt as if his prick were going to explode out of the crotch of his jeans at any second.

He felt as if his throbbing lance were being held in a prison, and it was anxious to be freed.

He slid his hands down onto her buttocks, and he could feel how tight her jeans fit her sweet ass.

Michele liked to wear her jeans so tight that they looked as if they had been applied with spray paint.

Michele made a little whimpering noise in the back of her throat and once again tilted her chin upward.

She placed her hands on the back of Bernard's neck, and she could feel the man shiver all over.

She could tell that there was goose flesh forming on his body and she could feel the tiny hairs at the back of his strong neck standing on end.

She presumed correctly that those weren't the only parts of his anatomy that were standing on end.

Bernard felt as if his balls were on fire.

Michele looked up at him and thought that he was very handsome.

He didn't seem as drunk anymore, and his eyes had cleared.

She could see that his chin was broad and his jaw was firm.

His hair was dark brown, and fell down over the tops of his ears and his forehead a little bit. He was wearing sneakers that looked a little beat-up.

Bernard stooped over a little, and both of them could feel their lips start to ache with desire.

There was a brief moment when they could feel each other's hot, moist breath, and both gasped at the sensation.

Their lips came together and Bernard felt as if the air around them was crackling with s****l electricity.

He began to knead at the flesh of her ass cheeks with his long strong fingers, and she pressed her hips forward.

Michele could feel the huge lump that had formed in the crotch of Bernard's faded jeans, and she allowed her lips to part.

Bernard tentatively offered the tip of his tongue, and Michele caressed it with the tip of hers.

In a matter of seconds they were rolling their tongues together passionately, their lips wet and slippery from the hot spittle they shared. By the time the kiss was over they were breathless with lust.

Their lips came apart before their tongues, and both of them seemed to be having a bit of trouble breathing.

Michele could feel her n*****s quivering, yearning to be stroked and pinched by Bernard's fingers.

She wanted the man to wrap his lips around those n*****s and suck them as hard as he possibly could.

She wanted him to bite her n*****s until it hurt a little bit.

Michele could feel the blood rushing to her p***y.

She could tell that both sets of cunt lips were swelling rapidly.

She knew that it was only a matter of seconds before her p***y flesh was fully engorged with blood.

She could tell that the little glands at the sides of her v****a were starting to pump out the juice.

The secreted natural lubrication was starting to make Michele's cunt flesh wet and slippery.

She could feel the juice gathering in a pool at the base of her p***y, in between her inner cunt lips.

She knew that it wouldn't be long before she started to make a wet spot in the crotch of her black bikini panties.

Michele wanted to see what Bernard had down there.

From the bulge she felt she figured he had to be hung like a horse.

"I want to go down on you," Michele said, and followed that statement with a purring sound in her throat.

Michele gurgled a little bit, and Bernard felt a little dizzy.

He felt as if so much blood had pumped down into his c**k there wasn't any left for his brain to function.

"I think that is the best idea I've heard in a long time," Bernard said, and he could feel his heart beating so hard that it felt as if it were going to beat its way right out of his chest.

Michele thought that the man had a great body.

She was really looking forward to f*****g Bernard.

His body looked as if it were built for f*****g.