Visit your neighbour

You drive back to school and drop Maddie off, then you take a bus home.

You make your way to the small modern apartment that your parents renovated for you about a month ago. As you walk towards your front door, you remember your hot neighbour Amy.

You're actually not sure if she's even home right now, and there's no way to tell due to her closed blinds. You knock on the door a few moments and hear nothing at first, but the shuffling of footsteps beyond the door confirms her presence.

As the door opens, you're met with the beautiful smiling face of the girl next door, who has featured in many of your wet dreams. Even without make-up, her radiance stuns you. Her natural red hair flows to her shoulders as she looks at you with almost magical eyes of sky blue. Body well defined as an hourglass, her medium breasts and sizable hips look rather large for her otherwise light frame, but by far her best asset was her ass. She had a huge bubble butt, from working out at the gym almost every day.

"What's going on, Jack?" she asks you with a relaxed smile.

"Hey Amy, I just came back from college," you reply.

Amy nods. "Do you want to come inside for a cup of coffee or something?" she inquires as she shifts her weight, parting her legs slightly.

Unable to wait any longer, you bring a hand gently down to caress her ass. Amy scrunches her eyes at you as you brush her asshole. "Feeling affectionate, huh, Jack? Come on in, let's sit down with some coffee."

"Coffee sounds good," you say with a nod, to which Amy nods herself. Showing you inside, she closes the door behind her as you step into her apartment. It's the same size as yours but in far better shape with much less mess and things looking like they're properly organized. Around the place are various pictures of her and her family, as well as some photographs of her and her boyfriend, Chris. That lucky, lucky man.

You can't help watch Amy's juicy behind as she enters the kitchen, the hem of her black yoga pants providing lovely curves to her shapely buttocks. You are drawn in behind her like a magnet as she detaches a small pot from a heating device. She pours fresh coffee from it into two small mugs while your hand drifts down to her butt. You grasp and caress it softly to which Amy responds with a peaceful laugh, smiling warmly as she pours the coffee.

"Let's go to the living room," Amy says, leading the way. She escorts you to a room which you thought you knew well from previous visits. You notice Amy moving towards what looks to be a new chair. It looks like a sort of elevated reclining deck chair, but with only a back and a seat: it's abbreviated where the leg-rests would start, flaring out instead. "Grab a chair," Amy says, indicating a kitchen chair. Uncertain of yourself, you oblige her.

As Amy lifts herself up sits down in the chair, the function of its design becomes clear. Her back and bottom are well supported, and she splays her legs somewhat to give you a clear view of her crotch, jutting out from the seat . Where she could have gotten such a chair is unclear, but at the moment you don't care: its design suits your tastes perfectly.

"Pull right up," she says to you with a smile. You don't have to be told twice—you pull your kitchen chair directly in front of her.

She pulls her yoga pants down and tosses them to the side.Her legs are open up immediately in front of you, a little lower than chest height for you. She smiles at you while she casually exposes her womanhood at you, as if it were completely natural.

Amy picks up her coffee from a small table nearby; you pick yours up as well. Simultaneously, you both enjoy your first sip of the good stuff. She was always really good at brewing the perfect cup of coffee.

"So, how are things?" Amy asks curiously as she puts her mug down. "Same as always?"

She waggles her legs back and forth slightly at you. You take it as an invitation and reach your hand towards her snatch. The height of her chair makes this a natural motion: you only need to lean forward a little in your chair. She smiles pleasantly as your fingers probe her labia.

"Uh, yeah," you say, going along with it. You continue the conversation normally for about ten minutes.

You then push a couple of fingers gently against her opening. They enter with only slight resistance. Amy chuckles gently.

"Anything else on your mind?" she asks, setting her mug down.