Frank Masters

Naked neighbor girl

CHAPTER ONE

Sandra Feeney was exhausted. She had been helping her mother and new stepfather, Dean, move into their new house ever since they had arrived with the truck at noon. It was now after eleven o'clock, and she was ready to drop.

The cute teen collapsed on her still unmade bed, sprawling her freshly showered, nude body out over the quilted surface. As Sandy lay on her back, her long, light-brown hair spilled down over her perfectly formed tits. Sandy had started to blossom out just a short time ago, and her body had developed into a stunning sight to see.

Finally having some time to relax, Sandy started to think about her lover, Skip. She had said goodbye to him four very busy days ago.

Hearing her parents close their bedroom door, Sandy turned her stereo on to a soft sexy station. The thought of Skip had started her tight pussy secreting its pussy juice.

Closing her eyes and dreaming about Skip's strong hands, Sandy moved her own soft hand up to her creamy white tits. They were just the right size, Skip had told her over and over again. Sandy's fingers and thumb moved to pinch and pull at her brown, rapidly growing nipples.

A delightful shudder passed through her body as the horny teen pinched both nipples, sliding her long nails out to the very end of the erect flesh. Drawing in a quick breath, she looked down to watch her fingers tease and stimulate the sensitive buds that were fully swollen from the wonderful sensations that she was causing in her own body.

Slowly moving down, Sandy's exploring hands left her soft tit-mounds and slid very softly over her sensitive belly, over the soft hairline, and onto her steaming pussy. Her pussy hair was closely trimmed. She didn't like to wear any panda, so she kept her cunthair cut short to avoid catching it in the zippers of the tight bluejeans that she usually wore.

As the first touch of her fingers passed over the steaming tunnel of Sandy's pussy, her thoughts of Skip passed back to their last meeting. Like all lovers who are forced to part, Sandy and Skip had their last, tearful goodbye fuck.

It was the night before Sandy's house-load of furniture was due to be loaded onto the truck. Her mother was at Dean's family to say their farewells, and Skip was on the couch with Sandy.

"Oh, Skip," moaned Sandy, her blouse opened to his lustful caresses. "God! That feels good!"