Knock Knock

It was beautiful in the bath. The warm water caressing her skin, her Michael Buble cd both calming her and sending shudders though her body. That man had the kind of voice she wanted to make love to. She sighed and arched her back, stretching her spine and exposing her wet breasts to the chilly autumn air. Her nipples hardened instantly, sending a slight tingle through her. She smiled to herself, reaching up to touch one of her large breasts, fondling her erect nipple and rolling it between her fingers. It had been too damn long. Her husband had left her a year ago. Since then she'd been alone, practically a virgin again. She could hardly remember the last time she'd had sex - and even then, with her husand it would ave been nothing to shine a torch at.

One and still toying with her nipple, she slid the other hand down her body and began to play with her vagina. She lightly ran one finger up and down the slit, enjoying the light touch immensely. She let out a soft moan as she slipped the finger inside, circling her clit and shuddering. She began to thrust, her finger going in and out as her other hand began to squeeze her breast in excitement. She added another finger, thrusting harder. She began to buck her hips upwards into her hand and allowed her other hand to join the fun that her pussy was experiencing. She pushing in finger after finger, pumping wildly and feeling the tension build higher and higher. Downstairs she heard the doorbell ring but ignored it. She had waited too long to get off and she wasn't going to be interrupted now. Harder she pumped, gasping and crying out. Her hips were thrusting forward, out of control and sloshing water all over the bathroom. Closer she came to the edge, panting hard and groaning loudly.

The doorbell continued to ring, the tune being pressed in rapid succession, almost in time to the rythmic fucking of her fingers. A knock added to the ring. She wanted to keep going. She was close. So godamn close.

The doorbell kept ringing. She sighed, extracted her fingers and stood on weak legs, cursing everything she could think of. Reaching for a silk robe, she tied it around herself as she descended the stairs, ready to punch whoever it was in the face if it wasn't important. She opened the door to reveal her next door neighbour, James. James was a few years younger than she was. Mid-twenties with shaggy blinde hair and a wide smile.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mrs Gale," he said apologetically. "My nephew hit his ball into the backyard and he's been vrying ever since. I was wondering if I could..."

"Oh, sure," she smiled, blushing slightly as she noticed him eyeing her over. The robe was not entirely modest, after all. Black, high cut on the thigh and plunging to reveal the top of her perfectly rounded breasts. "Go ahead."

Lucy Gale sat on the stairs as she waited for James to return. Her heart was still beating hard, and her wet cunt was still crying out for her to finish what she started. It was alright. James would leave in a minute and she could return to her bath.

"Found it," he grinned, holding it up for her to see. "Thanks for that." He smiled at her as he headed to the door, then halted, his hand on the knob. Lucy frowned, wondering what he was staring at. Then she realised, a blush creeping up her face. Her skimpy gown.. he was staring at her revealed pussy. Her legs were not completley together, and spurred on by a sudden burst of confidence, she opened them up wide, revealing herself to him. James stared, his hand falling from the door knob.

Neither of them said anything. Lucy reached down and began to stoke herself. Not hard, like before, but slowly. The feeling was pure torture, but she knew that soon it would all be worth it. She stroked slowly, softly, loving the expression on James' face. Suddenly, she plunged three of her fingers inside and pugan to pump, groaning loudly. James' mouth fell open, his face turning a shade of red. Lucy pulled out her fingers and untied her robe, slipping it off and massaging her generous breasts. Her breathing was laboured. She didn't want to wait any more. She wanted him. Now. She lay back on the stairs, completely open to him. Her hands continued to work her breasts and she moaned. James waited no longer. He dropped his nephews baseball and moved to the stairs, dropping to his knees before her dripping cunt and pushed a tentative finger inside, exploring her folds, applying pressure to her clit. A moment later, she felt his toungue join his finger, traveling up and down her slit, circling her clit and then thrusting. She moaned with pleasure as his toungue fucked her deeply, his finger pumping at her clit. She began to buck her hips up into his face and he licked her more frantically until she was again close to the edge.

He pulled his face away, his finger still toying with her clit and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his tongue and it sent her heart beating still faster. Her hands went down to pants, fumbling with his belt buckle. She struggled with it, his mouth had moved down to her nipple and was suckling hard at it. It was hard to concentrate but soon she had it undone, his fly unzipped and his pants around his ankles. She pulled his boxers down to reveal his long, hard cock. She reached out and gripped it, pumping her hands up and down the shaft until he too was groaning with pleasure. She then placed it at the entrance of her cunt and he grabbed her arse with both hands, thrusting in as hard as he could. She screamed loudly as she was filled completley, and in another moment he had pulled out almost entirely, thrusting in hard again. In and out, he continued to fuck her hard and she bucked up and screamed with absolute pleasure.

Pulling out, he rolled her over and stuck his fingers back into her pussy. Groaning in protest, she tried to back herself up onto his cock again, but he had other ideas. Fingers pumping her clit, she suddenly felt his dick at her arse. Lubricated by her juices, he thrust in, taking her and riding her mercilessly whilst rubbing her clit.

It didn't last much longer. Within a few minutes of his riding her, she gave a final scream and came all over her fingers. Seconds later, he exploded within her, filling her anus with his cum. He did not pull out for several moments. The two of them laying and panting on the stairs. Eventually, he extracted himself and gave her a pat on the shoulder, pulling on his clothes and leaving quietly.

Lucy did not move. She remained on the stairs, face down, cum in her arse and her fingers still lazily moving up and down her pussy. A large grin was upon her face.