She turned the page and the sun went below the horizon. She could wait no more. Inspite of telling herself every five minutes that he would be here any minute now, she knew that Roger was coming no more. No more would she see his beautiful, yet manly face. No more would his hands caress her breasts tenderly. No more would he call her his poupet. She got up and went back inside.

For Ryan, it was a regular fixture to watch his beautiful neighbor sit outside on her porch every evening till the sun went down. It had been going on for last seven months now. As usual, she was elegantly dressed, as if awaiting the coming of a special guest. A special guest that she must seduce into staying by her looks and nothing else. Tall, flowing long black hair, blue eyes and a angel face. Ryan sat on his window looking at her. At 19 years old, any woman was good enough for him to get rock hard. But with this one it was special. Every evening Ryan would rush home so he could see this beautiful stranger to his fill. Every evening when she went back inside she took a piece of him with her. Was he falling in love or was it just lust? Ryan remained ignorant of his own feelings. The only thing he knew was that he would see her again. See her long tanned legs, that peeked beneath her flowing skirt, see the outlines of her milky white breasts as the removed her hair that were falling over her bosom. How he wished he could see her breasts. He wondered if they were tanned or did she have bra marks, did she have large nipples, or were they tiny? What color were they?

They were pink and perfect. As were her breasts. Well tanned as her legs, she was hardly a prude. Every occasion she got she was at the local nudist beach. Though men looked at her often, her eyes only awaited the return of her dear Roger. Tonight she was checking herself out. She wondered if she would still please her dear hunk. As she removed her panties, he looked into the mirror. Her long black hair fell seductively over her eyes, flowing down to her left breasts. She gently pushed them aside, revealing picture perfect bosom. Soft and tight 34 C breasts, tanned to a seductive brown and yet without a trace of bra that she abhorred. On top her pink nipples looked like strawberry topped caramel cake. Delicious. If she was a man, she would have loved to suckle on them. That didn't stop her from touching them ever so gently before her eyes moved down to her washboard flat waist. She had not an extra ounce on her, her pubic hair were trimmed into a single file and shaved over her lips. Her ass was tight as that of a 13 year old boy. Tomorrow she would be 35. Maybe Roger would come to greet her on this birthday.

Ryan raced at the top speed. Today was the day he had been waiting for ever since the beautiful stranger had moved in next doors seven months ago. He had quite accidentally found out that 13th March was her birthday. He had been saving his money to get her a good present. And after much thought he had decided on a beautiful necklace that he had picked from an online store. It had cost him all his savings, but it was perfect. It was also the perfect opportunity to talk to her. Today he would not wait for her to come out in the evening. He would pick up the necklace at his place and go in to see her. Wish her a very happy birthday and maybe tell her the story of his obsession with her.

Oh how she was obsessed by her lost love, that hunky Roger. Smiling she chided herself that she couldn't live without him. Just as a girlfriend would have chided her. She had no girlfriends though. Ever since she had moved here, she had stopped responding to calls from her friends. Initially, they would call again and again, but soon they had given up on her. The only person she wished to talk to was Roger. Roger had never called. She thought fondly of the pearl necklace he had given her on her first birthday with him. Throughout the night they had made torrid love. She could still feel her loins burn as she thought of his manly hand caressing her soft back. That night was a very special night for her. She had been going out with Roger for exactly 2 months. However, she knew that they were deeply in love. A feeling that is so intricately woven with feminity. And she was as feminine as they get. Her hand reached down and gently massaged her pubic hair. Her thoughts turned into a faux reality. She felt Roger's hand gently remove her hair to get a better look at her long, thin neck. His head bent over her as his hot lips touched the only fault in her entire body - a small mole on the base of her neck.

During those numerous afternoons that he had spent looking at her, Ryan's eyes would always go to the small mole on her neck. It was so seductive. Just like a star on a clear blue sky... more like the star, Ryan said to himself. He wished he could kiss her long neck and then leave a mark around the mole. It was this small imperfection of her skin that made her so dear to Ryan. How he would love to descend down her spotless back, his tongue drawing a line on her spine. Soft kisses as his hands roamed discovering her, as he kissed her on the bottom, while massaging her breasts.,

Her hands went involuntarily to her breasts as she remembered the torrid night of sex and intimacy. She could feel Roger's teeth dig into her flesh as he rediscovered her appetizing buttocks. She remembered fondly how they excited Roger. Sometimes he would see her bent down, clothed, to pick up something, and then move behind her, his pelvic pressing into her ass. That night it was his tongue that pressed into her ass. His hands massaging her breasts, his tongue swirling her butt hole. And then he changed his mind. Turning her over he kissed her breasts and massaged her behind. That was soft. Then the rage picked up, and the kisses turned into sucking. She was sure if Roger continued sucking her at that speed she would start lactating. When she told him that, he sucked even harder. And then he laughed. Oh how she loved his laughter, so full and so frank.