Laura by boo89
Laura develops a relationship with her neighbour Mike , I wrote this because I’m sick of people copying stories from other sites. It brings no originality or creativity to XNXX which, I think is what writing these stories is all about.
Anyway I hope you enjoy 🙂
Laura slipped her long slender legs out of her bed and sat up wiping the sleep from her eyes. It was three weeks to her seventeenth birthday and already she couldn’t wait. Since her birthday fell on the week before Christmas she would have family visiting she had never seen before and that meant plenty of money for her birthday and Christmas. Despite the fact that she was a far from materialistic girl Laura knew that she needed the money she got at Christmas to keep her going for the next few months until she could get a job in the summer. She stood, shivered slightly in the cold, and then swiftly proceeded to the shower. When she returned to her room she took her time brushing her long brown hair, she slipped on a pair of boring underwear and deftly put on her C-cup sized bra. Putting on her school shirt, skirt and jumper she proceeded to the bathroom and after which thundered downstairs, picked up her school bag and ran out the door.
It had been another long uneventful day at school as Laura headed home. The streets were almost empty when she exited her bus and carefully walked along the frosty footpath to her suburban home. It was half past four and darkness was falling. She felt goose bumps run up her bare legs and stuffed her hands into the luxurious warmth of her coat pockets. As she neared home she noticed a face staring at her through the window of her neighbour’s house, it was framed by the flashing lights of a T.V and she could hear music and laughter emanating from the house. It was Michael. He was a thirty-something year old man who she had often seen playing rugby on a Sunday morning. He was tall, well built and athletic. She smiled and gave him a little wave. He returned the smile and then he was gone.
Michael had been watching her as she gracefully strode home. He had immediately lost his ability to do anything else but watch her slender tanned legs as they slid past each other in a sexy show of the utmost femininity. She was around five foot five and couldn’t have weighed more than fifty five kilograms. Her legs were only the start; he knew that beneath that coat she had the most succulent breasts he had ever seen. They were round and an exact handful of what he could only imagine to be the softest, most gloriously perfect breasts known to man. On those beautiful days that she wore a tight pair of pants he would secretly gaze at the form of her round ass. All of these attributes were nothing compared to the beauty of her face. She had soft luscious lips, bright brown eyes and a slender face. She was the centre of attention everywhere she went and deep down she knew it. He turned back to the party and smiled as George came and clapped him on the back. “Come on, lemme introduce you to Sandwa,” he slurred.
“I take it she turned you down then?” Mike asked smiling.
“Ha, I dun think so. She came onto me but I jus don’t feel like it, you’ll see why.”
Laura woke early the next morning feeling a hand on her breast. She smiled then gently chewed on her bottom lip in ecstasy as she moved her hand down to almost take her full breast in her hand. She gently palpitated it feeling the exquisite pleasure run down her spine. She slipped her other hand beneath the band of her underwear; skimming over the soft fuzz of her mound she slowly worked her finger to her clit. She teased it gently with a finger then used two to begin to rhythmically work herself toward a climax. Meanwhile her other hand had used its fingers to viciously pull, squeeze and twist her erect, bud like nipple. She dipped two fingers into her virginal hole and moaned lightly. Looking down, with the covers splayed on the ground and her t-shirt a scrunched up ball beside them she delighted in the view of her young body, her pert breasts, her flat lightly tanned stomach and her legs twisting in sheer ecstasy around her slim fingers while they did her dubious bidding. The early morning light illuminated her soft skin and she began to go through a mental list of men she wished were making love to her. Top of the list was Mike. As her hand movements increased she imagined him tearing her virginity and filling her up with his perfectly proportioned cock. She imagined his smooth, muscular body above her and she felt every stroke of his perfectly timed stokes. Her fingers were becoming increasingly wet and she knew she was almost there.
Mike woke early to the horrific realisation that he had slept with Sandra, who looked to him to be an enormous hundred and fifty kilo bear. He quietly slipped out of bed and muttered. “Jesus, how drunk was I last night?”
“What did you say honey?” Sandra asked from the bed.
“I said last night was great,” Mike said then proceeded to the bathroom. “Certainly hears like a bear,” he muttered after he had closed the door. He had been pleasantly surprised to find he wasn’t hung over then horrified seconds later when he discovered the colossus he had slept with. He opened the top of his bathroom window to gey some fresh air. The window was head height and situated just in front of the toilet. He relieved himself and just as he was about to flush he noticed a movement in Laura’s house. He looked closer. Laura’s curtains were open and on her bed, amazingly was Laura, completely naked and not just that but she was giving herself some serious alone time. His cock became like a rod of steel immediately as he watched. Only about fifty metres separated his house and hers. His bathroom window was the only window which afforded a view of her house and he cursed himself for not having known her bedroom was on his side of her house. He immediately began to work with his engorged dick as he watched in stunned silence as the beautiful, lithe form he stared at worked its way to a climax. He noticed her hips begin to buck and her hand begin to squeeze her soft breasts. They both drew close to climaxing. He gripped the sink beside him as he pumped himself across the line on the home strait. She came with the arching of her back and what he could only assume to be a stifled scream. He came with all the urgency of a man on a mission sending his load into the deep abyss of the toilet bowl.
Laura lay panting on her bed, the hand that was between her legs was soaked and a light film of sweat covered her body. She glanced out the window and froze. Mikes frosted glass bathroom window was open. It was never open, that’s why she had always felt so safe to sleep and sometimes even masturbate with her curtains open. Then her jaw dropped. She saw Mikes head in the window. Then he looked up and their eyes met. She was stunned. As stunned as he was. After a moment he turned quickly and left. She sat their in her own juices as she contemplated what had just happened. No one had seen her naked since she was ten and certainly no one had ever seen her touch herself. She felt a little scared but more importantly, she felt intoxicated by the feeling that she had exposed herself to a man.