Phoenix (closed)

[LeonGreybeard]

She in her early 20's, tall with long curly auburn hair, and a round bubble of an ass matched by a quite substantial chest. And pretty. And apparently his new neighbour. Alan watched her struggling with her suitcase, and bent over revealing that she likely was not wearing panties, and revealing a tattoo on the cheek of her ass. It looked like a bird, dark on her light skin. And he had seen it somewhere before he knew. Alan grabbed his camera and zoomed as much as possible, and took a quick snap. Then went out to help her.

"Excuse me, miss, can I help you with that? Hi. I'm Alan, I live there, next door. Are you the new owner here?"

He reached forward and took the case, easily hefting it with one hand. Standing close, he caught her scent, not a perfume, but her, a woman. Here eyes were hazel, and very very pretty. His hand grazed hers as he took the case. Her skin was soft.

 

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Casey appraised him, summarizing the tall, greying stranger as just her type before responding with a waspish, "Thank you."

She looked at the house she had talked her parents into buying her. The painters and craftsmen had finally made it look livable. It had been three weeks, she complained in her head. Couldn't they have finished the work faster?

Tossing her head back so her fiery curls caught the sun--and knowing the impression it made on men, Casey turned to smile kittenishly at her new neighbor. "You wouldn't mind bringing that in, would you, Alan?" She shrugged a bit, knowing full well that it would make her lacy black camisole to shift lower to reveal her 38dd breasts.

Alan's grip on her suitcase tightened even as his blue eyes lit up from seeing her exposed cleavage. She suppressed a shiver at what a man with hands like that could do to her soft, supple, pale skin, work-roughened hands that would cause delightful friction wherever he touched.

Without waiting for an answer, she sashayed up the newly whitewashed front steps to her front door. She could feel Alan's blue eyes watching her bubble butt bounce, barely held in check by the thin scrap of fabric that constituted her red satin sarong skirt. She hoped he noticed that she wore no panties.

 

[LeonGreybeard]

"I, uh . . . didn't catch your name!?"

Walking up the short stairs behind her gave him an excellent view of her incredible ass. Very, very round. Perfect foil for her ample breasts. What was that tattoo he glimpsed? He was certain he knew it from somewhere. But where? Although her skirt was short there were only a few stairs to the front door, and it was hidden. Still, he had the photograph to study later.

As he walked through the front door he caught her scent again in the enclosed space. Clean but clearly feminine. He felt his cock give a little surge, just like it did when he hooked up with a chat partner online. Wait. Was that it? Had he seen that tattoo online?

"Where should I put this?"

 

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"I'm Casey. Casey Wilmington." She again tossed an errant lock of hair over her shoulder, slowly licking her lips as they curved into a glossy red smile. It was by design that her lipstick matched her skirt.

She was accustomed to having men--particularly older men--do things for her. Seizing on that opportunity, she said in a practiced rush, "Oh, if you could bring it here with me to my bedroom, I will be most appreciative."

Again, without waiting for his response, she continued on. Her plan was set. The Internet company had arrived and left earlier, but they hadn't hooked up all the equipment. No matter how she begged, wheedled, and threatened, they said she would have to do it herself.

But, she thought craftily, if I can get him to do it for me, that means I can get online and talk to Him tonight. Sailor4KnottyGirls. Her screen name PhoenixStarr had been absent for the past few days while she made the move, and she wanted nothing more than to role play with him tonight. Maybe even play on cam with him for the first time, she thought to herself, her heart pounding with the idea.

"If you don't mind, could you help me set up my internet? I'm not sure they hooked it all up correctly, and I have a very important online meeting later."

 

[LeonGreybeard]

Smile. "Nice to meet you Casey. Sure, I can have a look at the internet. Open up your lap top, log in as administrator, and let's have a look."

Alan set down the suitcase, an glanced around her bedroom. She is very relaxed with a strange man in her bedroom, he thought. It was a standard modem, and looked to be hooked up correctly.

"OK, open up your networks, and see what's in range. Dock1 is mine, dont go there, this one will have some hex id like EEF8 or something like that. Yeah try that, click press WPS button." He pressed it on the router.

"Should be in?"

As she checked out her connection, Alan checked her out. From where he stood, he had a clear view down her clevage, and he took the opportunity of her distraction to get a good look. Her breasts were ample, and jiggled a little bit as she typed. She was quite an agressive typer. The keys clacked as she hit them. And she was quick too. Very nimble fingers. He quickly changed his line of thought before his arousal became apparent.

"Anything you want Casey, anthing at all, just ask." She looked up at him, and he was immediately lost in her green eyes.

 

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Casey broke his gaze first. His blue eyes were extremely piercing. In addition to to older guys, she also had a weakness for piercing, mesmerizing eyes.

She stuttered, "Th-thank you." She ducked her head uncomfortably. Then, she straightened, regaining some of her inner vixen. "If you don't mind, I need to take my meeting now."

Already intent on her special meeting, she barely registered his tread heading toward the door. Her only goal was logging on to the chat room website to chat with Sailor4KnottyGirls. After two false starts because of trembling, excited fingers, she logged on to the entry chat room.

Her chatquaintances greeted her warmly, and she returned their greetings with concealed impattience. The room was almost full, so she carefully scanned the roster for his name.

Just as she recognized his name, and her heart trip-hammered, his Private Message appeared on her screen.

Sailor4KnottyGirls: Good evening,my pretty one. I've missed you.

She bit her lip. She had missed him, as well, perhaps too much. She typed, while licking her lips nervously, "I've missed you, too, Sailor, but I'm settled now.". She was careful to write with correct capitalization and grammar. He was a stickler for it. His ability to keep her on her toes was one thing that kept her breathless for his words. Much like her new neighbor Alan. She suppressed--barely--a delicious tingle down her spine at the thought of his eyes.

 

[LeonGreybeard]

Alan walked slowly back to his house, trying to think where he saw that tattoo before. Picked up his camera and zoomed into the area on the image. Just at the edge of his memory. Could not quite get to it.

In his den he settled into his big leather chair and flipped open his laptop. Noticed a new SSID had cropped up. Must be Casey's. He made a mental note to remind her to stop the SSID broadcast to be safer from hackers.

Logged into the site with 'Sailor4KnottyGirls' and looked for 'Phoenixstarr'. She had not been on for a few days now, he hoped she was back. And there she was!

Immediately he felt a tingle in his groin. They were just typing to each other, but she seemed to have a direct line to his libido.

' Good evening,my pretty one. I've missed you.'

And did he ever miss her. After a quick check to be suire the blinds were closed, he uinzipped, stroking it slowly.

Each time she typed to him it got harder. He like to take it slowly, and he started to create a scenario for them. On his boat. At anchor in a private cove. Gently tying her wrists together behind her back. Offering his cock to her lips as she kneeled in front of him. She seemed to anticipate his every move, knew what he was thinking. By now his cock was rigid and it felt oh so good. Imagining her soft lips. Her breasts crushing on his thighs.

And then it hit him. The tattoo! 'Phoenixstarr'!!!!

Quickly he checked her profile, and the one on fetlife. There it was! She was offline because she was moving! Moving next door to him!

The somewhat vaugue mental images he had had of her were replaced with recent memories. His cock was so hard now he could lift things with it. His had was shaking as he typed farther into the scenario. Now his images were of Casey's lips on his cock, her breasts on his thighs. He slowed down, spent more time typing, because if he didn't, he could shoot any moment.

In the scenario he put his hand gently on the back of her head, guiding her.

In his mind he wondered what she was doing, right now, in her bedroom, next door.