Lying on her bed with the windows open and the moonlight filtering in through the sheers bathing her body in it soft glow closing her eyes and thinks of him, of how it was when they were together. Wearing just a thin, short cotton nightgown of pale pink she rubs her hands slowly down her body. Mentally putting each touch, and caress to memory as she remembered his hands on her causing her to sigh in relief and frustration. He was a dream, tasted once and now with her eyes closed he was a dream in her eyes to imagine tasting again.
He stood looking out across the expanse into her bedroom at her, lying in the center of bed bathe in the moonlight with her eyes closed touching herself. Nothing provocative but mildly suggestive, and it intrigued him as she always had from the moment he had laid eyes on her. He has been standing in the dark especially on moonlight nights watching, wondering and occasionally joining her in masturbating. This had happened a few times over the past few months that he had living in the apartment building adhesion to hers. Each time he came in an explosion of relief and cum, spraying himself and the walls nearest him and of course the curtains. So much so that spot cleaning wasn't practical and it seemed that tonight would be no different. As the warm breeze of the summer night drifted in through his opened window, he would swear that he could smell the scent of her, a mixture of amber and ancient rose mingling with her essence that was like an aphrodisiac on the breeze. It drew him to her, but it was the display of her naked body that kept him there. He could see her large dark nipples against the lighter creaminess of her full fuckable/fuckable tits. His eyes were moving down her body over the soft mound of her tummy to the patch of dark curls, and he watched in fascination as she stroked the curls that before plunging two fingers into them and down into the folds of her pussy. His hand working the button and zipper of his now too tight jeans gripped his cock that was throbbing and hot in his hand causing him to moan aloud and curse at his touch. It felt so good, but he knew how to make it feel fucking amazing, and he was watching her...it was time to do more than just observe.
Leaving his apartment with keys in hand, he crosses the expanse of concrete and grass to her apartment. Thanking God he had met no one before getting to her door as his cock was still out and bouncing around like a heat-seeking missile. His lust was making him blind to all else but her. Not bothering to knock using his keys he went in and following the sounds of pleasure he found her as he had seen her from his window but with an addition. Naked, hot sweating with fingers in her pussy and her right nipple in her mouth her and eyes closed as she fucked herself. Pushing his jean down until the gathered at his feet which were bare, damn this woman was going to be the death of him! Taking off his shirt and adding to his jeans on the floor he watches over to the bed where the beauty was lost to her pleasures. Without notice or ceremony, he pulled out and pushed the fingers that were in her pussy out of the way and replace them with his cock. He watched fighting to hold on to his control as he pushes deeper into the hot convulsion wet core of her.
What the fucccccck was all she could say after finger had been interrupted in the pleasurable pursuit of her an orgasm. Opening her eyes and releasing her nipple from her mouth at the same time to see a see a familiar face... he was back! She felt his cock in her, and her moan went to a scream of pleasure... Oh yes, he was back. No words were spoken as mouths were locked in a kiss of that had tongues entwine while the rest of their body danced together. With hands seeking more to hold on to, to feel to caress as they drove each other on...
He stood in the shadows of the room watching them, Chris hadn't noticed him when he left his apartment, but he had seen him and the state he was in. Greg had been watching them for weeks now, watching Chris and Sharon teasing and playing with each other until the night that they had finally crossed the line. That night he watched as Chris took Sharon from behind up against the large window in her apartment. Her face is beautiful passion, and her melon size tits breasts with their large dark nipple pressed up against the glass. He remembered cumming with them from his place in the shadows. Cumming so hard that it hurt and was just on this side of pleasure coating his hands as cum seemed to shoot out of his cock. He remembered squeezing his balls to milk them more, then falling to the ground fighting to breath. As he stood there now watching them, Greg remembered another time, place and woman. Her beauty not dark as this one but peaches and cream beauty and it closed his eyes. Her name was Chelsea, and across the years Greg could still smell the sweet scent of her skin and feel its softness against his body and hands. She was full figure warm and wet the way the way he like his women. Kissing his way up and down her body stopping to suck and tastes her until Chelsea was begging him to stick himself in her. She had to feel his strength as she called it. It made him smile in remembrance and even more so as he remembered that he made her get on her knees with her ass up and head down. Stick his cock in her pussy this way made him feel almost animalistic. It freed up his hands, and it gave him better control, unlike the missionary position. Plus it allowed him to spank those creamy white ass cheeks of hers turning them a rosy red as fucked her in between finger her pussy and squeezing her big pink nipple tits. Greg lost himself in the vision to the point it was all that there was to him.
In the bedroom where the scent of sex had all but replace the air, they came releasing moans and curse begging for more as cocks pumped ribbon of hot cum into the air and pulsating pussy.
Greg somehow made his way out of the apartment and back to his, where he sat for a moment to catch his breath while the last echo of his orgasm dance along his skin. By the time he had gotten out of the shower and put on his PJs, he heard the front door to the apartment open. Once he settled in bed and had turned out the lamp on his nightstand, there was a knock at his bedroom door.
"Come in," he said faking sleep.
Hey, Grandpapa I thought I would check on you to see if you need anything before turning in, Chris said standing in the doorway still barefooted but dress.
"Boy, you not going to be happy until you catch yourself a cold!", Greg admonishes Chris as he sat up in bed to look at his Grandson.
Chris could feel his face heat up and cock twitch, he quickly pushed all back down and turned with a smile to leave his grandfather room.
"Well, you sleep well tonight old man I will see you in the morning, "Chris said over his shoulder smiling a knowing smile.
"I will, and you do the same young man," Greg said to Chris retreating form as he settled himself back under the covers, after all, it was a very cold night. There had been the talk of freezing overnight and Chris running out of the apartment barefooted and no coat on, Greg fusing thought to himself but stopped. Yes, she was worth it, and with that thought, he closed his eyes to the dream that waited on him of peaches and cream with large pink nipples and the scent of roses and sex in the air.
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