There is a knock on the door, it is too early in the morning for trick or treaters on this cold Halloween day. I get up from the sofa, forgetting I am wearing only my boxers. Upon opening the door, a soft gasp emanates from my lips as I drink in the sight before me. There stands Sondra, my neighbor’s eighteen year old daughter who has been teasing me every chance she gets.
“Trick or treat or something sweet, Mr. Randall.”
Sondra’s red hair reaches her shoulders and comes to rest at the top of her perky breasts. There is a trickle of ice cream dripping from her right nipple and down her smooth alabaster skin. Sondra spreads the ice cream from the cone she is holding just below her breasts and down to the deepest innie I have ever seen. The only piece of clothing she has on is a black lace thong.
Not waiting for a reply, Sondra smiles and pushes me inside. Closing and locking the door behind her, Sondra heads to the kitchen with me close behind. Still speechless, I watch as Sondra hops up on the counter and parts her knees.
"Come here stud, have something sweet." Sondra swirls her tongue over the ice cream in the cone as I move toward her.
My mind is telling me how wrong this is, but I'm under this beauties spell. Moving between her parted legs, Sondra spreads the ice cream all around her breasts as I lick my way up from the top of her thong to those perky breasts.
Sondra lays back on the countertop, I pull her thong to one side and dive in for my sweet treat. I slowly trace very light circles around her clitoris with my tongue in a slow, rhythmic movement.