Placing the plate in the drainer, I dried my hands and pulled my kitchen curtain to look at my neighbor, who was just coming out of his car. I have known him for years, but we have never spoken. I’m positively sure he doesn’t know that I existed.
He looked to be about Forty-five, maybe fifty years. He was in perfect health, with muscles to die for. I wonder what his white cock would look like between my legs, as it blends in with my brown skin. This white man makes me weak and wet, just by looking at him.
Sighing sadly, I dropped the curtain and made my way to the bedroom to get my art supplies. I needed to paint away this unwanted feeling. When I had gathered everything, I made my way down to the seashore.
My home was situated a stone’s throw away from the ocean. It was a secluded area, which gave me the need to paint in just my tank top and thong.
Placing my supplies on the grass, I took out a sheet of paper, and pencil then sat down and began sketching. I had no idea what I wanted to paint, I just wanted to get my sexual frustration on paper.
When I was through, I was amazed by the results. Erecting the easel, I placed the drawing paper on it and began. With concentrated strokes, I lightly applied the colors to make a perfect combination.
By the time I looked to the horizon, I realized that the area had gotten darker and a bit chilly. I decided to stop before I fucked up my work in the dark.
Before making my trek back to the house, I wanted to take a swim. Removing my top and my underwear, I placed them beside the supplies. I ran towards the water and drove it.
When I surfaced, I took in a deep breath and drove under again. I loved the ocean. I loved its smell and the way how it sounds when being underwater. It gives off a gurgling and bubbling effect in my ear.
When I had my fill, I walked out as if I owned the world. Confident and determined. Until I stepped on a jellyfish and fell, landing on a few more. It took a few seconds for the pain to reach my brain, then I screamed out.
“Fuck, where did you come from, you guys weren’t there before. Fuck, it hurts.”
Just then I saw a figure barreling towards me. When he came to a stop, I realized that it was my gorgeous neighbor. With concern and confusion on his face, he asked.
“What’s the matter, I heard your scream from inside my car?” He had an accent. An Italian accent that made me froze. I had a weakness for all things Italian. Fuck. That was the last thing that I remembered before I blacked out from the pain.
***
When I came too, I noticed that I was in a room that wasn’t my own. “Where am I?” Then I remembered what happened and who came to my rescue. Shit.
“You’re awake I see, wonderful…I was beginning to think that I would have to wake you up the army way,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh really? Should I pretend to be asleep then?”
“That’s your choice “Tesoro.” (Sweetheart)
“What fun would that be if I have to fake it, hmm. Maybe next time,” I said encouraging his banter. “Thanks for taking care of me, but I must leave.” Wincing in pain as I raised.
“Why the rush Tesoro.”
Looking at him, I replied,” I must return to the shore to retrieve my belongings then I have a,” I whispered the last part so he wouldn’t hear.
“Could you repeat that please?” he inquired.
Looking him in the eyes, I said, “I have a dick appointment to get to.”
He looked at me and laughed so suddenly that it had me feeling awkward. Then he said, “So you’re going to get naked for this guy with all those stings? If you haven’t noticed, there is a sting exactly on your pink pussy, and it’ll be uncomfortable when he begins to pound in you.”
Looking at him in shock, as I opened my legs examining my pussy, and came to the very conclusion. Breathing out loudly, I swung off the bed with his sheet…
I heard his groan just as I said. “If you’d excuse me, I must get to my home. Thank you, and good night.”
He made no move to stop me.
***
After my mishap, I hadn’t seen my handsome neighbor, and that was about four months ago. I still didn’t know his name.
The sudden knocking on my door took me out of my daydream.
Securing the straps on my red robe, I opened the door to the face of my sexual frustration.
Smiling he said, “Hi.”
“Hi, are you ok?” stepping to the side, I invited him in.
“Yes, I’m fine. I just needed to see you,” he paused, then continued. “I went back home to Italy to handle a family matter. And to be honest, I missed you,” he confessed.
I was stunned by his remark, “Oh!”
Walking towards me, he stopped, “Even though we never spoke before the incident, I’ve noticed you Olive,” by my surprised look he said. “Yes, I know your name. A few months back when your sister came over, I heard her call you by that name,” he confessed.
Extending his hand he introduced himself, “My name is Francesco Moretti, and it’s a pleasure to officially meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine Francesco,” I said as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. But somehow his lips met mine. I was shocked for a bit, then my lips began to move. He kissed me with so much passion, that I groaned into his mouth.
Wrapping my hands around his head, I laced my fingers in his hair, as he embraced me into his body. “So this is what you taste like,? I have always wondered,” he admitted. “But I have a confession to make. I came here to devour your pink pussy, Olive. It has been on my mind for months. And am thirsty. Will you give me the honor of spending some time between your legs?”
Shaking my head, I turned and lead him to my room.
Slowly, I removed his clothes and my robe, then sank to my knees. Holding his gaze, I licked the length of his cock. He was massive. He closed his eyes as I slowly took his entire cock in my mouth, as his hands grabbed my hair.
Swirling my tongue on the underside of his cock head, before rubbing it on my lips.
“Gesù Cristo, Cosa mi stai facendo?” he said (Jesus Christ, what are you doing to me.)
I licked my lips as I lasted his excitement dripping out of his head. “Mmm, sweet,” I told him. Sliding my lips along his throbbing cock as I stared at him. He growled as his hips began bucking against my mouth, “Do you like that,?” I asked him.
“DO I LIKE IT?” He asked surprised. Suddenly he lifts me and threw me on the bed.
Climbing over me, he pins me down before I could move. “Mmmmm, I like that,” I told him and giggled. He kisses my neck, down to my breast.
His moves had me trembling and I bite my lips as he takes a hardened nipple in his mouth. He licks and nibbles on it in a teasing way with his teeth. “Fuck,” I whispered breathlessly, as he moved unto my other side, and does the same.
Looking at me he said, “You’re so beautiful Olive.” He slides his right hand up my thighs, slipping it between my legs,” and so wet,” he continued.
He teasingly and expertly circles my clit with his thumb, making me gasp and moan under him.
“Fucking hell, don’t stop, please, oh God,” I begged. He rubs me even faster, making me so wet and slick.
“I’m just getting started Olive,” he threatened. His kisses travel down my stomach, and still further as he spreads my thighs.
I thread my fingers through his hair as he kisses my pussy, “Yes, right there,” I gasp out to him, as he slides first one finger, then two inside my pussy, all the while licking and sucking my clit. I wiggle and groan as the pressure builds inside me. His kisses bring me closer and closer to the brink. “Fuckkkkkk Francesco,” I screamed.
Abruptly, he stops and comes back up, his eyes wild with lust. “Please,” he begged me, “I need you now! Then he plunges inside me, making me cry out with pleasure. “Oh fuck Olive,” he sounded pained, as he begins to fuck me.
He kisses my neck as he speeds up his thrust, as I move with him. My arms wrap around his broad shoulder as he kisses my neck. He groans and begins hammering in me. His movements become erratic, as he begins pounding me unto the bed, “Oh God your pussy is so good, I’m about to cum baby.”
I cry out exploding in pleasure. His body tenses up and I feel him shudder as he comes inside me.
“That was the best pussy that I’ve had in a very long time, Olive.”
Looking up at him I said, “That’s what you call Black Girl Magic baby.”
“Bene Piccola, Voglio che tu fascia di Nuovo Quella Magia Su di me.” (Well baby, I want you to work that magic on me again.)
And we have been fucking ever since.