Say hello to her pussy first.

You’d been planning a straightforward, traditional sort of greeting—something along the lines of “Hi, honey, I’m home! I brought you coffee”—but the vision before you inspires thoughts of something more, ah . . . energetic. You walk quietly across the kitchen (you left your shoes at the door, too) and come up behind Amber. She’s so deep in thought, she doesn’t notice your presence until you reach your hand under her ass cheeks and start massaging her pussy through her wet panties. She leans her head back, eyes closing, and moans softly; she doesn’t seem to realize at first that you aren’t just more of her fantasy. It’s only when you slip your other hand under her shirt and begin fondling her braless tit—the little minx put some underwear on, but clearly was concerned not to overdo it—that she turns her head to look at you. She gives you a lustful smile, moans a little as you start twirling her nipple in your fingers, and says softly, breathily, “I was thinking about you.”

“I was thinking about you, too, sexy girl,” you answer quietly, noting the flash of pleasure at the endearment—a flash which turns into something deeper and stronger as you continue, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Rob,” she whispers, and parts her lips as you bend forward to kiss her. Your kiss is deep, slow, passionate, and almost unbearably intimate. You and Amber have crossed some internal Rubicon, and you’re kissing as lovers and partners in a new way. While you kiss her, you pull your hands back briefly from her body to undo your pants and pull everything down around your ankles. She moans protestingly at the loss of your hands, but she’s so lost in kissing you that she doesn’t seem to register what you’re doing. In no time at all you’re back to frigging her clit and her nipple, and she sighs contentedly into your mouth.

When you break off the kiss, you look up and out the window—and right into another window that looks to be barely five feet away, into what you would guess is another kitchen. As you suckle Amber’s neck, you ask softly, “Is anyone home in that other house? Is anyone likely to show up and look out that window?”

Confused, she says, “N-no, I don’t think so. Maybe. I think someone’s still there today, but I haven’t seen them. Why?”

“Just wondering if there’s any risk of someone showing up to see you being fucked like the sex goddess you are,” you reply in a voice thick with lust.

You obviously have Amber pretty turned on—partly from things she was imagining you doing when you weren’t even here—because she instantly begs, “Ohh, please, baby . . . please make love to me . . .”

You note the difference in term with a smile. You don’t even bother to pull down her panties, you just pull them aside with one hand, flip up her skirt, and slowly push yourself between her wet, tight lips. She’s tightened back up in the last few hours; just pushing your way in is enough to make her moan. You pull her shirt up above her tits to give your hands free access—there just isn’t much room for them under that shirt. If someone does come by in that other house, it means they’ll see rather more, but you’ll take the risk. As you slowly work your cock into her ridiculously tight cunt, you pull Amber’s panties further to the side and twirl her clit as your other hand is twirling her nipple. She gasps and arches her back, then starts working her hips back against you, helping push you into her hot box.

When you’re as far in as you think you can go, you hold yourself there to give her cunt some time to readjust. She looks over her shoulder and you bend forward to give her a quick kiss, then she says, “Come on, lover. Fuck me silly with that big fucking pussy rocket. Fuck me ‘til my ears ring.”

You’re not sure where she came up with that line, but it sounds like it’s time for blastoff. You pull your hips back, and she rocks forward, then she pushes her ass back against you as you thrust. The two of you quickly settle into a rhythm, fucking each other vigorously. You quickly decide you need to be better anchored to her body than you are, but you want to do more than just hold her hips; you grab her other tit with your pussy hand, take a firm grip on both of them, and pick up the pace. You use her boobs as handles to keep your balance and help pull her back against you, but you’re holding them in such a way that you can also pinch and twist her nipples.

Suddenly, Amber’s moans rise in pitch and she starts shouting, “Ohh, baby . . . ohh, lover . . . so good . . . soo gooooood . . . FUCK, Rob, I’m CUMMING!”

You tell her, “Cum for me, baby . . . give it to me, sexy girl . . . let me feel you . . .” Her body erupts around you and she screams, her cunt clenching hard enough on your prick that it makes it hard to keep thrusting; but after all the cum you’ve given her already today, you’re not there yet. You keep fucking her right through her orgasm, making her gasp and mewl. Amber slumps to the counter as you bomb away. You shift one hand back into her pussy to play with her clit; with the other, you grab her hair and pull as you pick up speed with your thrusts. She wiggles her ass back and forth, which does interesting things to your cock and makes you moan.

Before long, Amber is moaning and panting and rocking her ass back on your cock again, urging you on with a steady stream of appeals to fuck her harder. She pushes herself up on her elbows, and the change in angle lets you bury yourself a little deeper in her hot body. Before long, she starts gasping, “Fuck me, baby . . . so good . . . so close . . . cum for me, lover . . . fill me with your cum . . . cum with me . . . make me . . . make me . . .” Suddenly your balls clench and you shout, “I’m cumming!” You pull hard on her hair and thrust with all your might as your cock blows its stack deep into her pussy. With an exultant howl, Amber cums with you, her body detonating around your shaft with the **** of a nuclear warhead. Her pussy milks your cock, clenching and unclenching as if determined to squeeze every last drop out of you.

As the two of you come down from your joint climax, she slumps to the counter again with you on top of her, supporting yourself somewhat with your arms so as not to squash her. You lie like that for a while, then straighten up . . . to see a surprised young woman staring out of the other window. Amber starts giggling, which sets you off laughing. The two of you sink to the floor, holding each other and laughing as you sit in a sticky puddle of your own fluids. When you can breathe again, you say, “This is going to take a bit of cleanup.”

“I just mopped the kitchen floor, too,” Amber returns dryly. “Good thing, or this would be a lot messier.” She plucks at her panties and says, “I may never get these clean, though.”

“I’ll buy you all the panties you want,” you promise.

“Silk and lace?” she asks eagerly.