Pretty Pink

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife, right? It’s easy enough in theory. And if you’d asked me my opinion on the commandment six months ago, I would have agreed with it. What’s the use in panting after someone else’s lady when there are so many others out there? Like I said, easy enough in theory. When I met Amy for the first time, I was put to the test of such a theory. Mike Willis and I were golfing buddies, Sunday football buddies, that sort of thing. We weren’t lifelong friends, but we were hangout friends and lived five houses apart. Still, I know when wrong is wrong. But, Amy made wrong smell really good, mouth watering good. I don’t really know how they met or why they didn’t get along. I just know I started coming up with every lame excuse in the book to be around her.
She had long straight red hair, the kind of dark red no bottle can recreate. Her skin was pink and she was always wearing these flimsy, floating sundresses that in the right kind of light lit up every curve of her in perfect silhouette.
The first time I saw that silhouette I got hard. She wasn’t wearing any panties. When she was the look on my face, I thought she might slap me or at least tell Mike. She did neither. She smiled just a little, tossed her hair and kept on walking by.
It wasn’t long after that the fantasies started. Vivid ones. Ones of her kneeling before me, hair spread out, her mouth circling the tip of my cock. Ones of her slipping into my bedroom in the dark cover of night and wordlessly fucking me. I’d wake up rock hard and wishing for relief, the kind of relief no amount of jerking off can give.
One too many of those nights and that smile added up in my head. And they made the decision to seduce her easy. I figured it was mostly a matter of timing. If I timed an appearance just right, say right after a fight when Mike wasn’t home yet from work, I’d be bending her over the washing machine before long. Little did I know.
Only two weeks passed since I decided when my phone rang on a Saturday afternoon. It was her. Mike wasn’t home and she needed to borrow a plunger. I hung up and realized I already had a fierce erection and a stiff prick has no conscious. She needed a man. I ran over, plunger in hand.

The door was ajar and I let myself in as she’d instructed. I ran to the upstairs bathroom taking two steps at a time. Out of breath, I opened the door. Hot steam clouded the room.
“Amy?” I called out.
“In here,” she answered.
I turned, plunger ready, toward her voice. She lay in a steaming bubble bath, a glass of white wine in hand. Her hair was piled up on top of her head in curls. Two long gloriously wet legs pointed upward from the water, resting on the tiled wall.
“What took you so long?” she asked, that smile curved on her full lips.
My dick throbbed. It wanted those lips sucking the life from it. I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing, just smiled back, tossing the plunger aside.
“Wash my back?” she offered a wet cloth and turned in the tub. Bubbles hid the best parts of her and anticipation surged through me. I took the cloth and soaped it.
“Where’s Mike,” I asked, swallowing hard.
“Working. Mmmm. You have amazing hands.”
I rinsed her naked back, letting water trickle down it. She turned again and propped her feet in front of me. A peach colored nipple peeked out from the suds. My balls tingled.
“Wash my feet?” she asked and sipped from her glass, her tongue catching a drip from the rim.
I almost groaned. I lathered the soap and massaged each small foot concentrating on her tiny pink painted toes and high arches. They were the kind of feet that belonged in stilettos and little girl shoes equally. They were hot and sweet.
Rinsed clean, I knelt lower and captured a toe in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and suckled it. She arched and a glazed look of passion crossed her features. I wondered where she’d have me washing next and my cock pulsed at the idea. It knew where it wanted to wash. He wanted to wash the dirty girl of her.
She pulled her foot away and stood. I stood with her and took in her full naked supple body. Her titties bounced, dripping with bubbles and water. Her pussy was shaved clean and my cock ached to explore the hot folds. She pulled my shirt off and I unbuckled my jeans. Together we freed my hard prick. Satisfaction filled me at the look of surprise on her face. As they say, size matters.
Hungrily, our mouths met. Her wet body pressed against mine and she stepped from the tub. Her small hand circled my erection and began a tight sure stroke. I focused hard not to cum. Then she was on her knees and I strained for control as her mouth slid over the tip, her eyes locking with mine. Her mouth was hot, her tongue velvety and she took as much as she could in and out, down her throat and before long I had to stop her.
I pulled her mouth up to mine and carried her to the bed outside the door. I tore back the covers with one hand and lowered her wet body down slowly. She lay back and spread her legs wide. That hot pussy, the one I’d been fantasizing about for so long, stared back at me. It was the pinkest little pussy I’d ever seen and I was about to pet it with my tongue. I wanted to show her what a good girl gets.
I scooped her hips up and began a trail of licks from the outer areas inward. I’d get closer and closer then back off and begin the path again. Her cunt creamed into my mouth and her clitoris stood at attention. I lowered her hips and slid my middle finger into her silky slit. She bucked with pleasure. The afternoon sun washed us through the window and I brought her quivering body closer and closer to climax. Then I stopped.
She pulled anxiously at my shoulders trying to get my big cock into her hungry pussy. I took it slow, barely holding onto my own control. There were still an hundred and seven more things I wanted to do to her. But it was too late. She needed my cock, pumping into her, bringing her orgasm. I complied and rocked into her flesh in steady rhythmic strokes. She watched me and only closed her eyes when the edge came and the first wave washed through her.
She moaned with abandon and I fucked her deep and good, thrilling in the tight spasms wrapping around my prick. Good pussy. Good pussy.
My balls tightened, tingling and the sweet ache of my own cum built inside my stiffness. Just as she opened her eyes, I pulled my cock out of her and enjoyed the brief look of disappointment change to carnal pleasure. In long hot spurts, I shot cum up her stomach and onto her bald pink pussy.
She smiled that smile and I returned it.
The purr of an engine pulling into the drive got both of us moving quick.
“Go downstairs. Say you came by to get him for something,” she said, throwing my clothes at me and getting back into the tub.
I dressed faster than I thought a person could and was sitting on Mike’s couch with a beer in hand when he walked in. I pretended I didn’t know where Amy even was and that the door was open so I figured I’d wait for one of them to get back. He thanked me.
You’d think that the guilt would hit me then. But it didn’t. A stiff prick has no conscious when a hot pink pussy wants to play.