Erotic fiction inspired by Alysha A and Astrud A in "Sustancia"
I’ve got a hot new neighbor. Couldn’t resist introducing myself. “Hi, I live next door. My name is Greg. Just being neighborly,” I said.
“Hi, I am Annika,” was all she replied. Sexy Russian accent. Time passed and I hardly ever saw her. It seemed like she worked all the time. Anyway, I knew I had no chance.
Months later, I’m down at my new favorite bikini espresso stand at noon, coincidentally just when Ms Randi comes on shift. Randi is my current crush and she is fantastic. Tall, with a ready smile, glowing eyes and a nice tan. Long, shining, dark hair and a lissom body.
But she’s not ready to begin so I am served by Ms Amanda, a gorgeous blonde creature with smoky eyes, a tiny tiger stripe bikini, stockings, and small, creamy boobs ready to spill out, the left one with a pink arc of an areolae making a break for it.
Whew! Sexy smile as she offers my beagle a doggie bone but with a touch of whipped cream on. Smiling right at me, laying it on thick. She really takes her time whipping up my cappuccino. Tiny voice with a hot accent: what size? Extra shot? Full with steam milk? Want any sugar? Doe eyes looking right over her shoulder, swaying her pale, cool buns the whole time. My mind went blank.
Then Randi was leaning out and petting my dog, talking to me, and yelling, “Annika, ok, you’re off!” Suddenly I could see right through the make up; Ms Amanda was my neighbor, Annika! She was grinning.
“So this is where you work…” I said.
“Yes! Say Greg, you could really help me out by giving me a ride. My car is in the repair shop. Going home?”
“Sure, Amanda – uh – Annika.”
She took a couple of minutes to get changed, then hopped in my car in jeans and a blouse, as if we knew each other well. Weird. We chatted a little on the way home and I watched her hips sway as she walked inside. Wow, I’d remember that view...
The next night Annika knocked on my door. She’d brought me some borscht to say thank you. It was unexpected, but so sweet of her. The night after that, when I knocked on her door to return the empty dish, she invited me in. I was surprised, but of course I accepted.
We were sitting on the sofa together when she moved closer and kissed me. Again, very unexpected; and again, a very pleasant surprise! No more thinking. She was just so adorable in my arms, sweet and warm, with my hand on her small, but nice, breast.
I didn’t think I could get any more surprised; but then the living room door opened and in walked Randi, wearing just a long T-shirt. She grinned when she saw me.
“Hey, anyone hungry?” she asked.
“Why don’t you let me cook?” I suggested. “I am a chef, after all.”
They both loved that idea. I found eggs, cheese and tomatoes in the kitchen so I grabbed some Serrano chiles and tortillas from my apartment, and made Mexican eggs.
We sat at the small table with me in the middle, a warm leg pressed against me on either side. We were talking about sports, and just as a joke I asked the girls if they’d ever tried Indian leg wrestling. They’d never heard of it, so I offered to show them: “Ok, we lie on the floor on our backs. Heads to feet, opposite. Right hands clenched and hips together. We count to three, raise legs three times and go at it. The object is to pull the other over, with only one leg.”
Randi thought it was hilarious and was eager to try, so we got in position on the floor, hands clenched and ready to start. Annika counted down and we locked legs. I was bigger, but man she was strong! We were rocking side to side, trying to get an advantage. Something felt funny, so I looked down; Randi still had no pants on! I lost concentration for a moment and with a huge yank I went over, legs tangled. The girls were both cheering and bouncing.
“Hey I was distracted, I want a rematch!”
“Fair is fair, big boy. Accept your defeat like a man.”
I grabbed Randi’s ankle and she staggered, landing right in my arms. I rolled on top, my lips to her lips, her eyes closed and lips melting. My hand was under her shirt, thumb and finger pinching her nipple. She gasped, then whipped off her shirt, my hands all over her breasts and stiff nipples. My left hand went lower... and Annika was already there between her thighs, hands under Randi’s ass, licking between her legs and looking up at me, eyes half closed.
I whispered to Randi, “Just tell me when you are ready…”
“Ooh, give me a minute…”
Licking sounds now… My tongue entwined with hers, her eyelids fluttering. No talking. Her hand was on me.
“Greg, ok, I need you now.”
She guided me inside, kissing and groping Annika as I thrust in. I just thought about Randi now, bringing her to the edge and keeping her there. She was so hot and tight it was difficult to keep cool, grinding up into her bush to contact her clitoris. She began to arch her back and lift me and I went in deeper, then she gasped and pulled me in tightly, shivering and sweaty, eyes closed.
I said I was ready and Annika took me into her mouth, both hands moving on me. I started cumming and she licked and sucked and swallowed.
Annika smiled and placed her luscious wet lips on mine; our tongues were slippery, sliding around. Annika was on top so she reached down and slipped me inside her easily, I was still so hard. Her moist folds felt so good, riding up and down on me. I breathed in aromas of girl and semen. Randi was right next to me licking her fingers and then nibbling my earlobe while sliding two fingers into my butt! Reaching up, and then a warm bloom of pleasure grew inside me and I came again into Annika.
Randi asked, “How was that, big boy?”
I raised up on my elbow. They were both naked and breathing hard, faces shining, looking at me.
“You girls are very friendly... such good neighbors.”
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