Erotica | Lesbian | Erotic Fiction | Erotica Series

Her Fantasies of Tasting her Neighbor’s Pussy Were About to Become Real

Uncharted Cravings — Part 2 | Laura’s lust for her female neighbor boils over, leading to an intense night of sexual discovery in this intense lesbian erotic romance.

The sun was started to disappear on the horizon as I looked out of my kitchen window. After the bath, I put on a bra and thong panties, and decided to make a bite to eat offered a distraction from this out-of-control crush consuming every ounce of my being. Leaning in toward the window, I crooked my neck to see her building. No sign of her outside at the moment. I scraped another carrot (I had scraped five already). Wondering if she would appear again if I was also outside, I poured a glass of wine and attempted to appear casual in strolling onto the patio and setting my glass on the table. Dallying around the patio as if I was inspecting landscaping or something, I peeked her way as I returned to the kitchen.

Another quick glance out of my window. Nothing. Sigh.

I crunched on a carrot.

A quick glance. Nothing. Crunch.

And another quick glance.

Noth- … wait … I spotted someone there, but not on the deck and not on the patio. There was someone standing inside of the patio doors. Set on getting a better look, I quickly tossed some of my salad and a breadstick into a bowl and bolted for my patio table. My quick pace may have looked awkward although I had tried to appear casual. And then I clearly saw her.

Oh fuck me! She was standing in the middle of the open doorway wearing very sexy black lingerie. Frozen with excitement, fear and anxiety, I had an incredible desire to run across the lawn and devour this woman.

The doorway remained open even after she disappeared back into her home. The evening air felt warm and my salad remained untouched.

She walked past the open door a couple of times but did not stop or look my way. Was she teasing me or was someone in there with her? I needed to find out if she was sending me signals. I just had to. But, my nervousness had the best of me.

Returning inside, I darted to my bedroom, intent on changing into a tempting outfit, convinced that we would meet tonight. I desperately hoped we would do far more than meet.

I looked franticly for something that screamed, “I want you!”

The white bodycon! Yes, that was it! This slinky one-piece hugged my torso and barely covered my ass. A purchase late in my failed marriage, I had never worn it out. Tonight, I would.

Stripping off my bra and panties — I dabbed Marque-Page on my wrists, neck and thighs.

I slipped into the bodycon— yeah, that worked. The message was clear.

My passion leads me to my neighbors door … and soon to her pussy

Looking across the lawn at her building, a light from her patio glass door beckoned me over. The patio door remained open. My legs moved and took me there.

As I left my yard, I glanced in both directions to see if any neighbors were out. I didn’t see or hear any commotion beyond the fences. I walked quickly and deliberately … after all, it wasn’t every day that a half-naked woman walked through the neighborhood.

The glow of evening dusk was giving way to night darkness, which gave me some cover while crossing the townhouse lawn. My heart raced and felt as if it might jump out of my chest. My anxiety had kicked into high gear and I was second-guessing my decision. My intense passion for this woman had taken over. I had lost all control. There was no going back now.

Doing my best to walk casually as I neared her patio, I listened for sounds and watched for signs of movement inside. Stopping on the patio’s edge, I wondered if I’d hear another voice inside, maybe a partner or roommate I had not encountered yet. Silence. I took three more steps and was at her doorway now.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” a female voice gently said from somewhere inside. “Please, come in.”

The mere seconds it took to walk through the open doorway and spot the person who spoke to me felt like an eternity. The front area of the first floor was designed for entertaining with large screen TV mounted on a wall, a sectional couch and a metal bar upcycled from some type of cart. The rear area of the floor appeared to be intended for reading and lounging as it featured bookshelves, sitting chairs and reading lamps.

In the middle of it all was the woman, lying on what appeared to be a very stylish Murphy bed.

On her back in sexy red lingerie, she looked up at me as if she had been expecting my arrival for some time. Her creamy bare legs were screaming for sexual attention and it took a lot to not jump immediately between them. She offered a slight, sneaky smile and spread her legs open.

“I was starting to wonder if you’d ever come over,” she said, moving her arms and legs in a slow, seductive manner. “I saw you on your patio the other day for the first time and instantly felt an attraction. I was hoping you’d get the hint.”

“I’m … I’m sorry … I didn’t know … wasn’t sure …,” I muttered, unable to stop my eyes from crawling all over her body. “I’ve never … I mean, I didn’t know …”

“It’s OK, just come here,” she gestured to me with a finger.

I moved quickly onto the bed and in an instant had melted into her body. My lips found hers instantly. I wanted to taste her mouth and then I wanted to taste her pussy.

I put my hand on her ass and grabbed, literally grabbed, pulling her body into mine. She had pulled my dress up, exposing my pussy, which is clearly what she wanted as she slipped her hand directly onto my clit and started a side-to-side rubbing.

“I saw you finger yourself on the patio,” she said, in between my lips and tongue exploring hers. We were breathing heavily now. “So, I had to return the favor.”

“Yes, I watched you,” I said. “I wanted to devour your body right then. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“Then it worked,” she said, slipping a finger between my pussy lips.

I moaned as my body absorbed her touch and the sensations of feeling her body and tasting her lips.

She sat up and pulled the camisole off, exposing her breasts. She pulled up my dress and helped slip it off. Tossing it aside, she bent over me and kissed my lips. She moved lower and focused on my perky breasts. Tonguing my right nipple gently, she took time to explore. I’d never had that done to me and I could’ve died a happy woman right then. She kissed my breast and used her hand to gently stroke across it. She then gave the left nipple the same attention. I could only close my eyes and take it in, allowing the passion of the moment to fill my body.

She then traced her finger down my stomach, over my belly button, and down to my pussy. She smiled at me and eased lower on the bed, lowering her mouth to meet my pussy lips. She kissed it in a slow, sensual manner, first on my clit, and then downward to my outer lips, taking care to kiss each side. She then let her tongue lick my pussy upward, starting from below my hole, pushing along the outside of my lips, but not yet pushing inside.

I wanted her to go deeper and selfishly didn’t want to be patient. I reached to her, grasping her hands. She took the cue and lowered her head again, again starting just below my hole but this time allowing her tongue to enter me as she licked upward. I felt her tongue slide inside my hole, slowly moving in circles that triggered pulses of pleasure throughout my body. After a few minutes, she pulled her tongue out and let it climb upward to my clit. When her tongue pressed on my clit, my back arched off the bed in pleasure. Replacing her tongue with her lips, she pulled her hands free of my grasp so they could help spread my legs and hold my pussy lips open for her mouth. Her lips focused on pleasuring my clit, massaging it with her lips and then flicking across it steadily, but not too quickly, with her tongue.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

That’s all I could say as I suddenly felt a massive orgasm building quickly and filling me with intense pleasure. My thighs quivered and I placed the palm of my hand on the back of her head, hoping she would not remove her mouth from my body. I let out a lengthy and loud moan, followed by deep breaths. Letting go of her head, my hand reached between my legs. My fingers instantly became coated in my juices and the scent of sex and pussy reached my nostrils.

Looking up at me and smiling, she said, “That was absolutely wonderful.” She licked her lips with her tongue as she sat up.

“It’s my turn, now,” I said, repositioning so that I could get between the creamy legs that I had been spying on for two days. As she eased backward and opened her legs for me, I said, “I’ve been dreaming about licking your pussy since I first saw you.”

It dawned on me in that brief moment that I’d never even kissed another woman before much less attempted oral sex. I should have been nervous, but the situation felt so natural that I didn’t hesitate. It was as if my body knew exactly what to do.

I could see how wet her neatly trimmed pussy was as I moved my mouth closer. I didn’t waste time pushing my tongue between her lips. Oh, fuck, she tasted so good. As her juices filled my mouth, I paused to savor the taste and swallow her fluids. She watched and let out an erotic moan as I drank.

“Eat me,” she said. “Please eat me.”

Putting my hands between her milky thighs, I pushed them apart to give my face more room. I explored her lips and then licked her clit slowly, letting the full length of my tongue run across it. She growled “oh, yes, oh fuck yes” over and over as I did this. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop,” she growled again. Her hips moved in unison with my tongue and I could tell she was going to cum.

“Oh, I’m going to cum. I’m going to … fuck … yes … here !!!”

Her pussy shook before any other body part as the orgasm hit her. I felt her legs straighten on both sides of my head and her thigh muscles tightened. She let out a long, loud “Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

A gush of her orgasm juices flowed onto my tongue and lips, which I gladly accepted and swallowed.

Exhausted, her body slumped back into the bed. “Oh, wow, that was too much. Really. I was not expecting that. I don’t know what you did to me. Oh, fuck.”

I giggled and dropped next to her on the bed.

“I was going to say the same thing,” I said.

“By the way, I’m Laura,” I said.

“Laura, that’s nice,” she said. “I’m Kate.”

“So, patio girl — Laura — why don’t you close the open door before round two. I’ll pour some wine.”

My pussy was already aching for more. I fell back in the bed and shut my eyes, exhausted from pleasure …

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