Rain-Soaked Fuck with My Shy Neighbor Boy

Rain hammers down, turning everything gray. My phone vibrates in my pocket—ignored. Another Sunday wasted? Not anymore. I spot him at my gate, that cute shy Martin, clutching a soggy envelope. Heart races. This boy’s been jerking to my panties for weeks. Time to make it real.

“Bonjour?” I say, startling him. He spins, face flushed, eyes wide. Soaked jeans cling to my curves. “Come in before you drown.” No time for games. I unlock the door, lead him inside. Warmth hits us. Bookshelves, black-and-white nudes on walls—my pussy close-ups. His gaze darts. Knows it’s me.

The Approach

“Like them?” I tease. He stammers yes. I head to the bathroom, door wide open. Peel off wet sweater. White tank clings, nipples hard peaks. Towel my hair, arching back. Feel his stare burn. Jeans next—down they slide. Panties only now. His cock tents already. I slip on silk robe, loose. “Coffee? Sit close.”

Couch sinks under us. Legs over his lap. “What’s in the letter? Tell me.” He blushes crimson. Stutters about the ride, my pussy, his quick cum. I lean in. “Say it dirty. My wet cunt made you explode.” His dick throbs under my thigh. Urgency builds. Days of fantasy crash here, now. No more screens. Real flesh.