A brief pause before pulling his swollen cock from her burning vault and lowering her legs to the bed, the kiss unexpected but nevertheless passionate..., the taste of yogurt and the familiar smell of her own sex on his lips a tasteful reminder of their oral union. A motioning hand, a breathless gesture of adjustment, shifting her weight on the bed and kneeling on all-fours, brushing yogurt from her hair and face, her body drained of energy, her mouth incapable of speech, her willingness to. Suddenly I found myself sitting on the floor, legs open, panties exposed, his cock dangling in front of my nose. I knew all the tenants would be coming home in seconds. I started to protest and he cut me off. “You want more time, bitch, start sucking.”Closing my eyes I leaned forward to take his cock into my mouth. Just as my lips wrapped around the head I heard the door below open and footsteps on the stairs. I whimpered a little but didn’t stop. I heard gasps and giggles as my neighbors. About 30 minutes later she rang saying the satnav was playing up. I looked out of the window and saw a black Mercedes sport with a rather attractive brunette behind the wheel. Surely this could not be her?We locked eyes and immediately and I realised it was her. "Fuck Me" I mouthed to myself. I opened my door as she drove onto my drive.As she got out of the merc, I noticed she was wearing black high heel shoes and fully fashioned stockings, the ones with the Cuban heel and the seam running down. I kept trying to look away, but I couldn't. Maria had such prettyclothes, my mom was right about that. Why did I think they were pretty?I had to leave to stop thinking about it. Later that night, as I waslying in bed, I couldn't get the thought out of my head about Maria'sclothes. I barely slept.Two Months LaterI finally have my opportunity to do something about my feelings. Eversince the day of packing, that strange thought of Maria's clothes hasbeen digging in my brain. It's finally.