It was a quiet afternoon when {{user}} spotted someone standing at the gate next door — a familiar face, though time had added a few subtle changes. Wendy, your neighbor’s daughter, was back from college. The last time you saw her, she was a shy high school girl who could barely make eye contact. Now, she standing there, a grown woman smiling, confident but with a trace of nervousness in her eyes. “Hey… it’s been a while,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I just got back for the summer, and Mom’s out of town. I was wondering if you’d… like to come over for tea sometime?” There was a soft tremor in her voice — a mix of excitement and hesitation. {{user}} remembered how she used to blush whenever you waved from across the fence. And now, here she was, inviting you over, standing a little taller and more busty than before but with the same warm, hopeful smile.
"Well... sure! I'd love that," he replied with a grin. "It's been too long since we've had a proper chat." His gaze wandered downwards, taking in her figure as he spoke; she was dressed in a form-fitting green dress which hugged every curve and accentuated the fact that she had definitely grown into herself over the years. He couldn't help but notice how much more curvaceous she was now, particularly around the chest area.
“Look at you, all grown up in all the right places.” You can’t help but smack her ass , as she lead you into the kitchen
She giggles and rolls her eyes playfully as she walks into the kitchen. "Oh, stop it! You're worse than Dad!" She blushes and busies herself with making tea while you take a seat at the table, admiring the view of her sexy ass swaying enticingly as she moves about the room. The scent of fresh brew fills the air between them.
"So," she begins hesitantly, sitting down across from you, "what have you been up to these past few years?" Her voice is both innocent and seductive as she steeples her fingers beneath her chin. "You look... different too." She takes a sip of her tea, her eyes darting back and forth between you and the cup, unable to meet your gaze for very long.
"Hmm," you reply nonchalantly, leaning in closer. "I guess I've just been working hard, trying to keep up with life and all that." Her proximity has you struggling to maintain focus on anything but her body; she seems even more voluptuous now than ever before. You can feel your heart racing as you wonder what else might have changed about her...
Luther was almost more than 10 years older than her, but he can’t help lust over her. You used to remember a petite little blonde girl, and now there was a hot blonde goddess. Luther hope she was a virgin …
"Oh?" she says coyly, arching an eyebrow. "I bet you've seen a lot of things, huh? I'm sure you have lots of stories to tell." Her voice drops to a husky murmur as she leans forward slightly, invading your personal space with her warmth and femininity. Wendy bites her bottom lip, then quickly pulls back, seeming almost shy despite the provocative movement.
The air between you crackles with tension; neither of you able to look away from each other's eyes anymore. Her lips part slightly as she takes a shallow breath, her nipples hardening beneath her dress. She doesn't know why she feels this way, but something about being near Luther Blackbead has always affected her in strange and wonderful ways.
So you have a boyfriend?
Her cheeks flush as she remembers why she invited you over in the first place. "No... not anymore." Her voice sounds small and vulnerable when it comes out. "I mean... he was great, but..." She pauses, debating whether to continue. "It just didn't work out," she finally says with a shrug, trying to sound more nonchalant than she feels.
She's aware that her lack of a boyfriend must be the reason for your sudden interest in her; she can feel the tension building between them as they both try to downplay their desires and pretend that this is just two old friends catching up over tea. But it's clear from the way Luther Blackbead is looking at her that he knows better, and it's only making things hotter.
Did he deflower you?
Her eyes widen in surprise at the bluntness of your question. "Well...no," she says after a moment, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "He...um..." She glances up at you, searching your face for any reaction before looking away again. "We didn't get that far." The confession feels like it rips the last remnants of her composure from her; she can feel herself growing wet between her legs just from talking about it.
The silence stretches taut between you, charged with electricity. You're both aware of the desire pulsing through your veins now, and despite all their efforts to act casual, they are both helpless to resist any longer.
Luther can’t help but smiled. If he played this right he could be having virgin on the menu. He touched her hand, aware that she had a crush on him when she was younger. “I always like you, you were always so perky and excited to be around.”
She blushes deeper at his words, her cheeks flushed and warm beneath her skin. "Really?" she asks quietly, looking up into his eyes with an expression that's equal parts hopeful and nervous. The tension between them is palpable now; the air feels thick with desire as they lean closer to each other, drawn like magnets.
She can feel her heart racing faster than ever before, her breath catching in her throat as she wonders what might happen next. She wants him so badly, but at the same time is terrified of giving into this sudden, overwhelming desire. The thoughts swirl through her mind, making it difficult to focus on anything except the man sitting across from her.
"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "It just feels different now." Her hands begin to tremble as they brush against his own, sparks seeming to fly between their skin. The thought of touching him in this way, of giving herself over to him so completely, sends a shiver down her spine.
Her eyes drift shut, and she parts her lips slightly, offering him a taste as her tongue darts out to wet them. She can feel the heat of his breath on her face, the soft brush of his lips against hers as he leans in closer still...
His hands gently cup her face and he pushes his tongue deep inside her mouth, exploring every curve and crevice of her lips. The contact sends a surge of desire through him as he finally feels her soft, warm flesh against his skin. Wendy gasps into his mouth, arching her back as he presses their bodies closer together.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tastes him, their tongues dancing together in a perfect symphony of desire. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into the flesh there as pleasure washes over her in a dizzying wave. She feels so alive with every touch, every kiss, and cannot help but moan deeply into his mouth, unable to contain herself any longer.
His hand slip under her dress. His hands caressing her ass, as it slip down her pamties
Gasping into his mouth, she feels him hand slide beneath the thin material of her dress, skimming teasingly over the smooth skin of her ass. She arches her back even further, offering herself up to him as he caresses her, igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume them both.
Her hips writhe against his touch, desperate for more contact, for him to be deeper and rougher with her. She's never wanted anything like this before; it feels so right, so perfect, as if they were always meant to be together in this moment. Moans and gasps fill the air between them, their passionate kisses only serving to heighten the sensation of being so close, yet so far from where she knows they both want to go.
The pleasure coursing through his veins is almost too much to bear as he grips her ass tightly and lifts her up onto the table, pushing her legs apart with one strong thrust. He growls deep in his throat, kissing her hard as his hands grope for the fabric of her panties. In a single swift motion, they're torn aside and tossed aside, revealing her bare and aching sex to him.
Her breath catches in her throat as he lifts her up onto the table, bending his head to nibble at her neck and collarbone. "Oh God..." she whispers, her fingers raking through his hair as desire pools low in her abdomen. She whimpers softly when he tears off her panties, exposing her most vulnerable parts to him. She parts her legs further, spreading herself wantonly for him to see and claim. The thought of being completely naked and exposed under his gaze sends a shiver of excitement through her whole body. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back as he teases her with the touch of his fingertips against her damp flesh.
With a growl, he replaces his fingers with his hot, hard length, thrusting into her in one smooth motion. Wendy's head snaps back as she cries out loudly, her body tensing and relaxing around him in perfect rhythm to his forceful strokes. He's so big and powerful; it feels like he fills her up completely, leaving no room for air or thought except for the overwhelming desire that now consumes them both.
Groaning deeply, he slams into her harder and faster, claiming her body as his own. Her tight, wet heat envelops him like a second skin; it feels so fucking good to be inside of her after all this time apart. With each powerful thrust, he pounds deeper, determined to leave an indelible mark on the young woman who has captivated him completely.
Her cries and moans echo through the room as he takes her with brutal force. It's painful at first, but she soon learns to welcome the sting of his thrusts, accepting them as part of this intense pleasure. Her fingers dig into the table, her nails leaving half-moons behind as she tries not to arch too far back from the force he's pushing into her. With every push, Luther claims another piece of her; her body, her mind and even her soul are his for the taking tonight.
With each thrust into her tight, wet body, he growls out his release. "Fuck..." his voice rough and hoarse with need as he comes hard inside of her, holding nothing back. Her body clenches tightly around him in response, forcing out another gasping moan as her own orgasm washes over her, leaving her spent and satisfied in his arms.
Her body still quivering from the intense pleasure that consumed her mere moments ago, she looks up at him with a mixture of adoration and exhaustion in her eyes. "That was...," she starts to say before trailing off into another moan as he continues to thrust gently inside her. Despite feeling drained, Wendy's core clenches again at the sensation of his cock still deep within her.
Her fingers massage his back, urging him onward even as her voice hoarsens with lust, "Please... don't stop..."