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Ma’am? Ma’am? What the hell was I thinking? He’d finally got to meet his sexy next-door neighbour and he’d spoken to her like she was some old lady. Only Thomas knew it was because he’d got up close and personal with Julie and the instant attraction had gone straight to his cock. It was something that had never happened to him before. It had taken everything in him to keep his eyes off those perky round breasts and his mind off kissing her full lips until he was drunk on her.
Okay, he had glanced at her breasts a couple of times. He couldn’t help it. Her T-shirt was plastered to them so that she looked naked. And those sweet little brown nipples were so hard, teasing him. All he could think of was what they would feel like on his tongue. How he’d kept her from noticing his hard-on was a miracle. She hadn’t seemed shy, yet there was something sweetly innocent about her.
Fuck! He was getting hard all over again, thinking about her standing beneath the spray in her shower, the foamy water sliding down her honey-brown curves. Only he was with her. Soaping her up, running the sponge over her breasts and between her thighs. Lathering up that pretty pussy and rinsing it clean before he had a taste. Hell, he wanted to feast on all of her. And he would.
He shook his head to try to clear the sexual fog that he’d been in since meeting her. He opened the fridge, and reached for a beer. Then pulled the tab and took a long swig. The storm had stopped and he’d taken a quick shower before eating dinner. He’d turn in soon. He went to the window facing Julie’s house and peered out, noticing the lights were on in her bedroom. And the window was open.
He started to turn away, until she came into full view of the window. What was she doing? Thomas got his answer when she began to shimmy out of her shorts. He sucked in his breath when he caught a glimpse of her lacy G-string. Jesus! His body was encased with instant heat. When her hands went to the hem of her T-shirt he all but held his breath. In slow motion, Julie lifted her shirt, exposing inch by inch of satiny skin until her breasts were bare.
Thomas almost swallowed his tongue at the sight of those perfect, mouth-watering globes. Dropping her shirt to the floor, she then ran her hands up her ribcage in a smooth caress, closing her eyes when she cupped her breasts before massaging them. His heart stopped. His cock pressed against the opening of his pyjama bottoms. He began rubbing it, pretending it was her hand on him.