Today was a very hot summer day, the type to make you want to dip into a pool and stay there until it's time to go to bed. Phoenix, wearing nothing but her little red nightgown, was lying on her bed. Her hands were mindlessly roaming over her frame as she recalled the afternoon. Earlier today, the young woman went to her large window, which opened onto the inner courtyard of the building. Children usually went there to play together, as there were two basketball hoops. It was always pleasant to watch them laugh and yell and play sports, because the whole building became lively and warm. That afternoon, however, her neighbour came down to play with the children and thus took away all of her focus.
As soon as she saw him, that tall, muscular guy with a tank top and grey sweatpants, she felt her legs give up on her. Her pink little tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip, and Phoenix sat in a high chair by the window to better observe the basketball match. Flynn seemed to have fun with the children, and Phoenix stared at him the whole time. She studied his face, his strong arms, his large hands. She listened to his laughs and his groans, and that allowed her mind to wander into erotic territories. The teacher did not know what gave her the strength to stay until her hot neighbour left the garden, but she was glad she did it.
"Flynn....You looked hot today. I did not know you could look so good in sweatpants...MMhhhh...."
Her eyes were staring at the ceiling, and her teeth sank a little bit into the plump flesh of her bottom lip. During the match, as she was by the window, Phoenix had to be careful not to let her hands wander, lest she wanted to be seen by the other neighbours, but in the privacy of her room, it was another story. The woman could explore her body to her heart's content. Phoenix could feel it, the dampness between her legs. She had soaked the fabric of her underwear and dripped down her legs. That made her wonder. When was the last time she was turned on like this? For a long time, sex was nothing but a formality. It was part of her training and a tool to use to subdue her targets. Then she discovered self-pleasuring. Her hands explored her body, elicited reactions she never had before and soon enough, Nix knew her body by heart. She knew how to make herself feel good, how to cream on her fingers, how to writhe and blush and groan and how to make her missions feel more pleasant for her. Then she discovered love. Anton was the only man who genuinely taught her how pleasurable sex could be when you did it with someone you loved. She discovered how her body reacted to a wanted touch, how her own mind acted when she was not playing a role. With Anton, she rediscovered herself and how she felt when she was turned on by someone else.
"Oohhh, Flynn.... If only you could come here, uf... right now... I need you." -She moaned softly, her fingers now moving with intent towards her wet little slit. -
With Marc, Phoenix realised that she could desire another man. He had always been attractive to her, from the moment she first laid eyes on him. However, what made her lose her mind over that cop was his kindness. As soon as she saw him treat his neighbours with kindness, regardless of who they were, he started to haunt her sleepless nights and erotic thirsts. He was a bona fide good guy, and she felt most attracted to that. Of course, he was handsome, and she memorised his features to best represent them in her fantasies. Fantasies of him in uniform coming home from work. He would open her door and find her on the bed, splayed and exposed to him like the dirty little girl she was. He would have a sharp look, studying her curvy frame half-covered by the nightgown, allowing his blue eyes to travel from her face to her satin-covered breasts and hard nipples poking through it. He would then let his eyes wander between her legs. And oh, the view would be everything. He would find her engorged clit, hard and standing out proudly to attention. He would find her puffy lips, wet from her juices, sensitive to her touch, and begging for his.
"Flynn... See how wet you make me? See how needy I am?" -She panted out - "I've never been this wet for anyone before, but you... fucking you... Now you need to come over and fuck me! please.... Please..Please!" -She groaned before she thrust her hips upwards and pressed two fingers into her hungry little hole-
The heat that choked the building made her sweat already -Thanks to the AC not working properly- and only increased her own inner heat and need for her neighbour. In her fantasy, still in uniform, his cock had replaced her fingers, and he was holding onto her hips, guiding her towards his cock so she would not slip out of his hold. She imagined his hands calloused because of his job, calloused but still pleasant to the touch. She imagined his cock just the right size for her, comfortably large and long. A cock she would want to take over and over again. A cock that could make her cum just like that, because it would brush all the sensitive spots inside her, because the friction would be delicious between them, because he is perfect for her.... Perfect as is. And the words he would say to her? Decadent, soul-melting and addictive. He would call her a good girl, praise her wet and tight pussy for taking him so well, and oh, would marvel at how hot she felt around him. He would tell her that she needed to be punished for being so naughty and touching herself when he wasn't there, and he would squeeze her breast while she would squeeze the other. Maybe he would even put his fingers in her mouth for her to suck like it was his cock. Maybe he would pull on her hair and spank her thigh... She wanted it, she wanted it all...
"Aaahh..... Officer... right there.."
Her voice was a whisper as Nix wasn't a screamer. She usually only groaned and grunted, and only learned that she liked to speak a bit too, when she was with Anton. She wouldn't speak all the time, but she liked to urge him on, praise him, and tease him at times. So why wouldn't she do the same with her hot cop? She wanted to, and in real life, words escaped her lips without her control. It just felt natural for Phoenix to speak to him, to voice her desire for him, and she knew that the walls of her room would protect curious ears from listening. Her muffled moans escaped her throat, and she grabbed her right leg from under its knee. She lifted it to give her better access to her cunt and went faster. The familiar wet sound of her folds being pounded by her filled her ears, and with it, again, her fantasy followed up. This time, her hot cop had flipped her over, so she was lying on her front. Being lazy due to the heat, Nix did not change her position, but her mind did the trick, and she was flat on her front. He would squeeze her bubbly ass, smack it and comment on how bubbly and fat it was, on how it was rippling against his pelvis, how much of a tease she was when she wore jeans or shorts, because all he could see was that ass.
"Pull my hair, please... own me.. fucking own me, Flynn! I want to be yours! so bad!" She groaned, eyes closed, and brows furrowed as she was focused on her fantasy.
She wanted to belong to him, not in a way that she was a property he could own, but more of a genuine connection between the two. She wanted to give in to him mentally, physically and in a way that her soul was yearning for. She wanted to trust him completely and to put her life in his hands. She wanted his kindness and softness on her, perhaps as a way to heal her broken heart or maybe as a way to taste what normalcy and genuine love could be. Either way, at this moment, Flynn became the embodiment of her deepest desires. She was well aware that the real hot cop might be very different from the fantasy she had of him, but it did not bother her. After all, these were just her naughty thoughts, not an imperative and definitely not a blueprint. It simply allowed her to know more about herself and what she wanted. It allowed her to see that she was healing and truly living for herself because she found what she wanted in life. Right now, it did not matter as she curled her fingers and hit a sensitive spot, THE spot.
"Aaaahh! Flynn! Yes! Yes! MMmhhhh fucking tell me I'm your good girl! fucking tell me aaahhhh!"
She shot her eyes open after hitting a very sensitive spot and feeling a wave of pleasure crash down on her. It made her toes curl, and she had to bite her bottom lip harder to stop a scream from escaping her lips. She shook a little bit and removed her fingers from her cunt as she felt an unfamiliar sensation. Was she going to pee? At that moment, Phoenix did not know she could squirt, nor did she imagine being able to feel like this again. She chalked it up to the current heat that made her sweat and feel a bit dizzy, when in reality it was just the power of the fantasy and the position that allowed her to finger herself harder than usual. The former assassin curled up and then rolled on her front. She lay on her cheek, forced her legs to move so she would be on her knees and spread her legs so she could have access to her puffy and wet little cunt. She rubbed her clit, pressing her palm against her sensitive skin.
In her fantasy, Flynn had grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled it towards him. She loved to think of his large hands holding onto her waist, smacking her ass and pulling on her hair. She did not mind a little bit of pain, even less when it felt good like that. She liked the idea of her hot cop pounding into her like she wasn't some delicate flower. Now was not the time. She did not want to make love; she wanted to be fucked, and her grunts and whispers of encouragement were a testament to that. She had dreams where he was slow and gentle. Dreams where they would gently kiss and savour each thrust he would give her. Dreams where she would slowly ride him, not just to bring both of them to completion but to look at him, to become one during that moment. She had those dreams, dreams of being his and making love to him like she would someone she was in love with. Dreams of being treated kindly and softly, but that evening, she did not want it. She wanted it rough. She wanted to match her appetite for something stronger, primal even... She wanted to lose her fucking mind to him, so she slipped her fingers back into her tight cunt.
" I want to cum on your cock... Flynn... Fuck... Flynn... Pound my pussy... aahh.. Pound it... Shit!"
This time, another wave of pleasure, more familiar, more controlled. She knew she was going to cum and did not stop. He turned her on so much this afternoon that the only thing on the teacher's mind was to be fucked by him. She realised that she wanted to see his face, and the best position to do that was to ride him. So she lazily pulled her body back up so she could sit on her heels. Her legs were still spread open, giving her access to her sensitive pussy. She kept her balance on her hand, lay on the bed, while the other quickly found its way into her little hole. There she simply fingered herself as hard as she could, as fast as she could, until she reached her climax in a muffled scream. She bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. She got her fingers wet, and her pussy was throbbing. Her body was shaking, and she was blushing, but Nix was happy because she saw her hot cop's face. She saw him smile at her with an intense gaze, as if he was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. That sent her over the edge, a gaze so full of love and pride that it disarmed her and she came undone.
The hardest part came quickly after that. Usually, she liked to give her affection to her lovers. She would touch them, kiss them, cuddle them, but alone in her room, that urge had to die. She wiped her face from the sweat and the tears she cried because of the overwhelming pleasure. Nix then relaxed and let her body fall on its side on the mattress. Her breathing slowly evened out, and she rolled a little to reach the fan to turn it on. It was another night spent dreaming about the neighbour and hoping that someday, even if it was just for the night, she would be able to fuck him out of her system. Maybe these were just going to be dreams... Maybe.
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