NEIGHBOURHOOD THREESOME (2)

This time he had been less understanding and it had felt as though the moment had passed and the mood had been ruined.

It had been a disappointment, but at the same time, it felt as though it had awakened something within her.

Later that night she had wondered what it would have been like if she had been able to hold her fear at bay and just let it happen.

She thought about him peeling her clothes off her body - how shy she would be no matter how hard she might try to fight it! He thought about him looking down at her hot little body as she lay there trembling slightly, wanting his approval, needing it.

Then he would take his own clothes off. She wondered how good he would really look. When they had been kissing she had placed her hands on his body and it had felt good.

She wondered just how good it would look when he took all of his clothes off. She wanted to feel his body properly - touching his muscles, feeling how firm he was. She imagined him kissing her body all over, his mouth exciting her, making her feel as though she was coming alive
.
She wondered what it would be like when he used his mouth on other parts of her - on the most sensitive parts of her body.

She wanted to use her own mouth on him as well.
She thought about what his cock might feel like in her hand. Then she thought about what it would feel like when he entered her, to feel his hard cock inside her.

 That night, she lay in bed frustrated, and began to play with herself as she thought about it, thought about his fingers doing this to her.

She had never played with herself like this before. She had always been told that it was wrong, that it was bad.

But now that she was doing it she was amazed by just how good it felt. Somehow, the idea of doing something that was so forbidden only made it feel even better. She moaned as she touched herself, biting her lip to try and hold it all inside.

She let the tips of her fingers slide inside her. It felt good, but at the same time, she knew that it would feel even better when it was something else sliding inside her.

That night had been her sexual awakening.

She had found that there were unknown pleasures that she had only dreamed of before.

She had become more and more confident when guys spoke to her then. She had kissed guys and thought that they might be "the one," but somehow she had never quite been able to push things as far as she really wanted them to go.

 That meant that she was still a virgin after two months at college, but she felt as though she was getting closer to finally making it happen. She told herself that she just had to be patient and when it was finally the right time she would be able to do it - and it would be amazing.

She was out for a walk one Saturday, enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. The sun was out and she felt good.

She had been invited to a party that night and she kept telling herself that maybe - just maybe - tonight would be the night. Even if this didn’t turn out to be the one, the special night when it finally happened for her, she was sure that she would still have a good time, anyway.

She was still enjoying exploring this new city as well. There was just so much of it to see that she loved just walking the streets and seeing where she would end up.

This was a perfect day for doing that sort of thing. She had walked across the park and headed off into a whole new area of the city that she hadn't seen before.
She liked the area she found herself in.

It seemed to have quite an artistic vibe to it with murals on some of the walls and lots of small, interesting, boutiques. She told herself not to stop off at any of them, though - she didn’t exactly have any money to spare and they looked pretty expensive.

Then she turned a corner and saw a new mural. This one was different from the others, however - it wasn't quite finished. In fact, the man responsible was still working on it.

She stopped to watch him at work. He was on a scaffold partway up the wall.

He hadn’t spotted her there.

She loved watching him at work as he painted the wall.
Then, however, there was a slight accident. She was looking up and suddenly flinched as she saw him drop one of his paintbrushes.

 It didn’t hit her but landed on the ground next to her. A slight bit of paint splashed up onto her leg.

The man looked down and saw her.

“Oh my god,” he called down, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t hit you with that, did I?”

“No, no, don’t worry! You missed! I just got a bit of a splash of paint on my leg.”

“Oh, hang on, I’ll be right down.”

The man moved over to the ladder and scrambled down it quickly and confidently. She watched the ease with which he moved. He hit the floor and she finally got a proper look at him. She liked what she saw. He was a good-looking guy. She would have guessed that he was about forty years old.

He was tall with an athletic build - straight-backed, broad-shouldered, with a deep tan that looked as though it was the result of plenty of time spent outside. His hair was a sandy-blonde and came down just below his ears. There were a few flecks of gray in it.
His eyes were a dark green.

“Hi there,” he said, looking her up and down. She blushed slightly at the attention, “Once again, I’m very sorry about that.”

 “It’s fine, really.”

“Very clumsy of me, though. I’m Adam, by the way.”

“Emma.”

“Pleased to meet you, Emma. Now, let’s see what the damage is, shall we?”

It took her a moment to understand what he meant, but then she turned and showed him her leg, showing the spot where the paint had hit her.

“Oh, dear,” he said, sounding concerned, “What a shame to make such a mess of such beautiful legs. Well, you can’t just walk around like that, can you? How about we get you cleaned up.”

"Oh, that's very kind of you but I don't want to be any trouble, honestly." “No trouble at all, I assure you. This is actually my house.”

"Oh?"

“Oh, yes. I don’t just go around painting random houses, you know.” She smiled.

“Sure,” she said, “Why not, right?”

“Excellent.”

He led her into his house. It was just what she would have expected from an artist’s house - cluttered and filled with fascinating objects.

She felt as though she could have spent an entire day in there just looking through things and marveling at everything in there.