My old neighbour

I'd been alone that evening, lost in some dirty book on my bed, when the knock came. Lili from next door stood there smiling, holding a plate of warm chocolate cookies. She's sweet, the nicest woman I know, so I let her in. We chatted. Ate. Then something shifted in the room, and she began to lean closer. Her hand found my breast through my sweater, slow but sure, thumb circling. I felt my nipples tighten under her touch. It caught me off guard, yet my body responded before my mind could catch up. I didn't stop her. We kissed—soft at first, then deeper, wetter. Tongues sliding, breath quickening. I pushed my sweater up and Lili took the hint, pulled my bra aside, and sucked my nipple hard into her mouth. Teeth grazed, tongue flicked. I moaned, hips jerking. Her hand slid between my legs, pressed through my jeans, firm and knowing. I fumbled her blouse open, cupped her fuller breasts, felt their weight. Skin to skin. We stripped fast. My jeans hit the floor. Her skirt followed. She laid me back on the couch, spread my thighs, and pressed her mouth to my bare cunt. Tongue flat against my clit, long licks, then sharp flicks until I bucked. I was soaking. She pushed two fingers inside me, curling, stroking that spot that made my toes curl and my back arch. I came hard, crying out, clenching around her hand. She didn't stop. Climbed over me, pressed her own wet pussy to mine, rubbed. Slick heat slid against slick heat. We moved together, faster, harder, breathing the same shallow gasps. I grabbed her ass, pulled her down. She trembled when she came, voice hoarse, hips shaking against me. We lay tangled, sweat cooling on skin. Cookies half-eaten on the table. Heartbeats slowing. I don't regret a second of it.