The Neighbor’s Seductive Invitation
Jemma’s hand slipped out of mine, and she pulled my cock free from my shorts. She held it out to Miranda, who lifted her hand from her mound and accepted it. Jemma wrapped her hand around Miranda’s, and they shared a tender moment before Jemma shut the door behind us.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” Miranda said, her voice trembling as she turned to face us. “Maybe I should just leave.”
“Do you want to see him?” Jemma asked, pushing me forward toward Miranda.
“I…I don’t know. I was just curious about what you two were doing,” Miranda replied.
“It’s okay, you were curious,” Jemma said, her hand on the side of Miranda’s face. “We’re here to have fun. You don’t have to do anything, just watch.”
Miranda smiled shyly and nodded. Jemma slid her hand down Miranda’s neck and onto her breast, her fingers tracing the edge of her cleavage. Miranda’s eyes widened, and she took a sharp breath.
“You can touch me if you want,” Jemma whispered, her voice husky. She reached out and took Miranda’s hand, drawing it up toward her.
Miranda pulled back, her face flushing. “I’m sorry, I just…I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”
“It’s okay,” Jemma said, smiling. “Just watch for now.”
Miranda nodded, and Jemma released her hand, pulling her own back. “We’ll see what happens,” Jemma said, winking at Miranda.
“Well, have a seat and enjoy the show,” Jemma said, turning back to me. She walked over and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in for a long, wet kiss.
“I can’t wait to have you inside me again,” Jemma whispered in my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine.
“Um, sorry to interrupt,” Miranda said, her voice hesitant. “But, what’s that thing in your butt?”
Jemma turned to her, a smile spreading across her face. “That’s my big ass butt plug. It’s a little something I like to play with when I’m alone.”
Miranda’s eyes widened, and she looked away, her face flushing.
“Feel free to ask us anything,” I said, trying to put Miranda at ease.
“I think I’ll just sit here and watch for now,” Miranda said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jemma smiled and nodded. “That’s perfectly fine. We’ll just get started then.”
Jemma dropped down to her knees, her hands reaching up to the top of my shorts. “Are you ready to see this cock?” she asked, her eyes locked on Miranda’s.
“Yes,” Miranda replied, her voice firm.
Jemma pulled down my shorts, releasing my cock. She looked up at Miranda and smiled. “Looks like we’ll have to take care of this,” she said, her voice husky.
Jemma reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking it gently. “Should I stroke it or suck it?” she asked, her eyes locked on Miranda’s.
“Um, stroke it and then suck it, I guess?” Miranda replied, her voice hesitant.
Jemma looked up at Miranda, a smile spreading across her face. “Good choice,” she said, and then turned back to me, her hands moving up and down my cock.
“Look, I know you don’t want to get involved, but I need you to play along,” Jemma said, her voice husky. “You got it?”
“Yes,” Miranda replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “Now, what’s it gonna be, stroking or sucking?” she asked, her eyes locked on Miranda’s.
“Stroke it,” Miranda replied, her voice firm.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, and then turned back to me, her hands moving up and down my cock.
Miranda’s eyes widened, and she reached out, her hand moving up and down my cock. Jemma looked up at her, a smile spreading across her face. “He’s got a nice cock, doesn’t he?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Mmm, yeah,” Miranda replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Lick it,” Miranda said, her voice firm.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “Okay,” she said, and then leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I blurted out, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “You like that?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Yeah, I love it,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jemma leaned forward again, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, her voice husky.
Miranda’s eyes widened, and she reached out, her hand moving up and down my cock. “Don’t stop on my account,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “I’ll stop if you want me to,” she said, her voice husky.
“No, keep going,” I replied, my voice firm.
Jemma leaned forward again, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, her voice husky.
Miranda’s eyes widened, and she reached out, her hand moving up and down my cock. “You’re going to make him cum,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m trying,” she said, her voice husky.
“I think you’re doing a great job,” I replied, my voice firm.
Jemma leaned forward again, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, her voice husky.
Miranda’s eyes widened, and she reached out, her hand moving up and down my cock. “You’re going to make him cum,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m trying,” she said, her voice husky.
“I think you’re doing a great job,” I replied, my voice firm.
Jemma leaned forward again, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, her voice husky.
“I want to see him cum,” Miranda said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m trying,” she said, her voice husky.
“I think you’re doing a great job,” I replied, my voice firm.
Jemma leaned forward again, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, her voice husky.
“I want to see him cum,” Miranda said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m trying,” she said, her voice husky.
“I think you’re doing a great job,” I replied, my voice firm.
Jemma leaned forward again, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, her voice husky.
Miranda’s eyes widened, and she reached out, her hand moving up and down my cock. “You’re going to make him cum,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m trying,” she said, her voice husky.
“I think you’re doing a great job,” I replied, my voice firm.
Jemma leaned forward again, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, her voice husky.
“I want to see him cum,” Miranda said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jemma looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m trying,” she said, her voice husky.
“I think you’re doing a great job,” I replied, my voice firm.
Jemma leaned forward again, her tongue dart
Jemma’s eyes locked onto Miranda’s, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. “Only if we get to see those tits,” she purred, her voice husky with desire. “Let us lick those nips and you can spank me all you want.”
Miranda’s mouth dropped open in shock, her gaze fixed on Jemma’s ass. For a moment, she was frozen, her eyes drinking in the sight. Then, slowly, she lifted her blouse over her head, revealing a lacy red bra that seemed to glow in the dim light. Her hands moved behind her, unsnapping the bra with a soft click. It fell to the floor, leaving her breasts exposed and unapologetic.
Miranda’s nipples stood straight out, hard and inviting. Jemma’s eyes widened as she took in the sight, her face alight with excitement. She stepped forward, her hands reaching out to claim Miranda’s breasts. Miranda inhaled sharply as Jemma’s fingers closed around her nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
“I’ve never felt another woman’s tits before,” Jemma breathed, her voice barely audible. “Feels nice.”
Miranda’s eyes fluttered closed as Jemma’s fingers moved over her nipples, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Jemma’s tongue touched her skin, and she let out a soft moan of delight.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” Jemma asked, her voice husky with curiosity.
“A long time ago, in high school,” Miranda replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “We just kissed and squeezed each other’s breasts.”
Jemma’s eyes sparkled with interest. “And then?” she prodded, her fingers still moving over Miranda’s nipples.
Miranda’s face flushed with embarrassment, but Jemma’s gentle touch seemed to put her at ease. “A few years ago, with an old friend,” she admitted, her voice growing stronger. “We were drinking and talking, and then…and then we just kissed and tore each other’s clothes off.”
Jemma’s eyes widened as Miranda’s words spilled out, her face growing hotter with each passing second. “And then what?” Jemma asked, her voice husky with excitement.
Miranda’s voice grew stronger, more confident. “We both came, and then we just fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up to see her next to me, still naked. She started to run her hand over my cheek, and I realized what we’d done. I got up and left, and we never talked again.”
Jemma’s face was alight with excitement, her eyes sparkling with desire. “Fuck, I’m hot now,” she purred, her voice husky with need. “I want to get fucked. You need to get this thing out of my ass.”
Miranda’s eyes locked onto the plug, her face set in determination. “Okay,” she said, her voice firm.
Jemma bent over, her ass presented for Miranda’s inspection. Miranda reached out, her hand wrapping around the plug. She started to pull it out, but Jemma’s body resisted, the plug refusing to budge.
“Oh, god, you’re killing me,” Jemma whined, her voice growing more desperate. “Please just get it out.”
Miranda’s hand moved up and down, twisting the plug as she tried to dislodge it. Jemma’s body tensed, her muscles straining as Miranda worked to free her from the plug.
“This helped last time,” Miranda said, her voice firm. She reached down, her hand wrapping around Jemma’s pussy. Jemma’s body jerked, her hips bucking as Miranda’s fingers touched her skin.
“FUCK, OH GOD!” Jemma screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. “FUCK, PLEASE, JUST GET IT OUT!”
Miranda’s fingers moved over Jemma’s pussy, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Jemma’s body tensed, her muscles straining as Miranda worked to free her from the plug.
“Finally!” Miranda exclaimed, her voice triumphant. The plug came free, leaving Jemma’s body gasping in relief.
Jemma’s eyes locked onto Miranda, her face alight with desire. “Now, I want to get fucked,” she purred, her voice husky with need.
Miranda’s eyes locked onto Jemma’s, her face set in determination. “Okay,” she said, her voice firm.
Jemma’s body tensed, her muscles straining as Miranda prepared to take her. Miranda reached out, her hand wrapping around Jemma’s waist. She pulled her close, her lips brushing against Jemma’s ear.
“You heard the lady,” Jemma whispered, her voice husky with desire. “FUCK HER ASS.”