MT discovers the "Doll"

Prelude

MT stood at the doorway, glancing in, and there was Lauryn. Her eyes were closed, left hand under her blouse, the other under her panties. She was on her knees, back arched, her hair almost touching the floor behind her, her mouth open in an ecstatic, silent scream.

His heart was in his throat and he reached out. She was so hot! So full of sexuality! A living doll! As she began to moan and quiver, gyrating to music that must only have been inside her mind, all he could do was shake his head and back away from the door. As it closed behind him, he knew he wished he could be the one giving her that pleasure...

As she heard the door click to, Lauryn allowed herself a knowing smile...

Moving Target

Chapter One

MT went back to his apartment across the hallway and walked straight to his gym area, not bothering to close the door. He stripped off his shirt and lay on the bench. Grabbing the barbell, he pumped several reps as he thought about the sexually charged scene that had just unfolded before him. "Damn, she's hot!" He grunted as he dropped the weight into it's cradle.

Getting off the bench, he reached down, picked up two dumbells and started doing alternating presses. Sweat began to bead from his forehead, but he wasn't sure it was from exercise as much as thinking about Lauryn's fine ass cheeks spilling from her panties. He just couldn't get it out of his mind. Silky white panties, half-open white blouse, he could almost picture her fingertips squeezing her nipples, hear the soft rustle of her hands as they slid against her panties, her fingertips wet with love juices.

He set the weights down and thought he heard his door slam shut. Turning around, he almost gasped aloud at the vision of beauty standing there. Lauryn had walked right across the hallway, still only in panties and blouse. Her ripe, juicy lips seemed to drip honey, and her eyes smouldered with deep, unsatiated lust.

"What do you think you were looking at?", she chimed playfully. "Does my body make you hot?" She smiled broadly.

Swallowing hard, MT spoke, almost inaudibly, " ... yes ... I... "

"Do you want me? Do you think you could do any better with this package than I could do myself?" She lowered her head and elevated her eyes towards him, as if to challenge any response he might give.

More boldy, more assuredly, MT said, "Yes! When I happened by your door, I couldn't take my eyes off of you! Your every move, each time you touched yourself, it was like hot coals burning my own skin. I wanted to reach out and touch you everywhere you touched, squeeze you everywhere YOU squeezed... lick and taste everywhere you couldn't."

She walked over to him, where her eyelashes almost touched his cheeks, her firm, erect nipples brushed against his abs, and her right knee dug into the inside of his right thigh. He could feel her hot, wet panties sticking to the front of his thigh!

"You talk ... ", she looked down at the swell in his shorts, "... big." She looked back up, and stared deeply into his eyes, a playful grin on her sweet face. "What are you going to do about it?"

MT raised his hands from his sides and slid the back of his fingertips from the back of her hands, her wrists, and up her arms. She shivered with his slow, light touch. He opened his palms toward her soft, hot neck and pulled her toward him, her lips not quite touching his.

He whispered, "Let me show you..."