5 comments/ 138916 views/ 15 favorites My Neighbor is a MILF! Ch. 01 By: HiveMind 1 I looked around to make sure that everything was in place. Lube, mp3 player, my dick. Oh can't forget that one! I checked if the door was locked, then by reaching my hand into the shower I checked how hot the water was. I always do this, ever since I started masturbating in the shower. Just a few months ago I realized that in order to have a bigger orgasm I have to take my time. This was, at first, a problem since I still live with my parents. I soon realized that the only safe place to enjoy myself and not worry about anyone catching me was the shower room. Although, I really do take my time masturbating, my parents just think that I started to really enjoy taking showers. Maybe they suspected something, but they never mentioned anything. I loved how the hot water raised the temperature in the whole room. For some reason my body always responded to heat. In a way that's good, since heat makes me more sensitive, hence -- bigger orgasms. But it would also cause some problems, for example: in summer I would get a hard-on from a slightest touch, or brush. Then I would have to try to avoid any kind of embarrassment caused by someone seeing that bulk in my pants. I stood with just my underwear on in the middle of the room and smiled. It's time. Although I could've waited for my parents to just leave (they were leaving on a vacation for a whole week. Sure I could've insisted to go with them, but I was just happy that I'll have my own, private free time, away from any disturbance). I was too horny to think straight. And anyway, they'll be gone for a week. I'll obviously have enough free time for myself. I was horny at that moment and I had to relieve myself. I grabbed my mp3 player and opened a porn video that I had just transferred from my pc. The video started with a beautiful brunette wearing a very small bikini. She started to caress her breasts and moan in this really high pitched tone. God I hate fake moans. She licked her finger and then slowly moved her hand down her panties and began to move her fingers in a circular motion around her pussy. It's funny that I use my mp3 player for anything but listening to mp3s. It was filled with pictures of women doing things from just posing fully dressed to some really kinky stuff. Although I wasn't into hardcore stuff, some pictures claimed otherwise. I always had this problem that when I have more than one video available for my enjoyment, I just can't choose which one to masturbate to and, usually end up switching between them. I looked down. A mountain has grown, thanks to the brunette in a small, yet bright, screen. She was now completely naked. She bent over and spread her ass-cheeks. Such a beautiful sight! I don't call myself an ass man, but if she was real and here, I couldn't hold myself from pushing my face into there. I stroked myself a bit and decided to follow her example and get completely naked. I pushed my underwear down and sighted at the sudden freedom that overtook me. My dick was pointing up with anticipation. Well there's no point in waiting. I took the lube, twisted its top and sprayed it over the head of my cock. It started to slowly drip down the shaft, covering different spots with its jelly delights. I purposely waited until the lube reached the end ( or should I say the beginning? ) of my dick. I took a mirror and placed it in front of me. Just as I thought, the lube had covered only one side while the other one was almost completely dry. I gripped the head and slowly, while making small twists, I started to masturbate. Suddenly I heard a noise. My parents just left. I'm free -- I thought to myself. I could now unlock the door and roam around the house, completely naked. Instead of watching a video on a small mp3 player, I could watch it on a big (alright, alright it's not that big) television screen. Instead of keeping the volume at minimum, I could make it as loud as I wanted to. Sure the neighbors might hear it, but who cares about them. As if they don't watch porn. Yet I decided to finish everything where I started, while fantasizing about all those little kinky things I'll be able to do later. In the video, the brunette brought a partner into the scene and now she was licking his shaft, caressing his balls and looking straight at the camera. It almost felt as if she was looking at me. Few minutes had already passed when, again, I heard a noise. I immediately stopped stroking myself, but I didn't take my hand off. Did my parents forget something? I listened carefully, with my dick in one hand and my ear at the door. I heard something that sounded like a crash. Did someone just break into my apartment!? I stood there in a shock. I should do something. I'm not big or muscular, but damn it I'm still a man. Maybe I could scare him off? I looked around and saw a broom in the corner. It's not much but it will have to do the trick. I silently unlocked the door and breathed in. This is it. I came through the door yelling, with a broom in my hand, like a caveman with a spear ready to fight off any and every beast that has invaded his territory. Fortunately, I wasn't a caveman. Fortunately, the "beast" that has "broken into" my home was a gorgeous woman in light jeans that showed off her perfect long and elegant legs. She was wearing a dark red tank top that covered her big round breasts tightly. She was holding something. I looked at her, her legs, thighs, those wonderful breasts, her long, slim neck and then into her eyes. Her face was just as beautiful as her body. Although you could find a few wrinkles on her face, especially around her eyes, but they just added something very attractive to her portrait. She was in her thirties or forties (I'm awful at telling how old someone is). She was definitely someone that you could, without any doubt, call a MILF. She was my neighbor. "Uh" she sighted while looking at me. She blinked a few times. Then her eyes started to go down. She smiled a bit. God she was jaw-dropping gorgeous. "I'm so sorry I barged in like this!" Only then I realized how stupid the whole situation was. I was standing in front of my marvelous neighbor, naked, with lube dripping from my semi-erect dick, with a broom in my hand. The sun shone and once the sunshine reached my covered dick, my cock lit up like a Christmas tree. She laughed and once again glanced at my penis. It, having a mind of its own, jumped up spurting a small amount of pre-cum. I had to do something. I jumped back into the shower room, grabbed a towel and covered myself up. When I came back, she was still standing in the same place, the same positioned, smiling with an adorable little smile. Yet she seemed a bit disappointed. "I'm so sorry that you had to witness all that" I said, with shyness, shame and embarrassment all over my face. "I thought that someone broke into my home" I explained. "Well you sure would've scared any burglar away" she laughed. Then she looked at the towel, then at my chest. I wasn't muscular. I was quite skinny, actually. She purposely coughed. "Your door wasn't closed and your cat ran away. So I caught her and brought her here." She was petting my cat Pulky. Pulky was standing on a couch, enjoying my neighbor's hand. This was the first and the only time that I envied my cat. "I'm so sorry that you had to see all..." I apologized again. "Oh don't worry!" she exclaimed." I've seen my fair share of..." she stopped and nodded."Let's just say that it was an entertaining performance that I'll keep to myself." I felt a relief. "Thank you, I appreciate it." She laughed again. "Sorry for interrupting. Please, continue." She turned around and went out. And, even though feeling weird, I did. I finished what I've started purposely moaning, hoping that she'll hear me. What can I say -- I was horny, I couldn't think straight. 2 That night I thought a lot about what happened and decided that I shouldn't make any over the top conclusions. Sure it was embarrassing. Sure her reaction was unexpected. But maybe she was just being nice. Everyone masturbates; it shouldn't be something to be embarrassed about. Our flat was on the ninth floor. The view from the windows was amazing but we had to deal with the tiresome climbing almost every day since there was no elevator in the apartment house. I went out into the balcony holding a laptop and a book. It was a hot summer day with soft wind blazing to an unknown direction. I immediately felt movement down there. "Stay down!" I thought to myself. Sat at a small table and opened my laptop. I always do this. I opened up a new Word document and kept it open, while reading a book. Just in case I want to write something down. I hated my hand writing that's why I always had a laptop with me or at least my cell phone. The book was called "Crime and punishment" written by Dostoevsky. One of my favorites. It has always amazed me how people can breathe life and emotions into written words. I wanted to analyze the authors writing style and make notes that will, hopefully, improve my own writing. But the hot weather didn't help. After a few minutes I found myself ignoring the book and browsing the internet. At first I checked my email, facebook, then I opened up my gallery and started going through the pictures. I started saving every attractive picture I came across, about a year ago and I had quite a big collection by now. I didn't even notice how my hand started massaging my boner. I wasn't a fan of porn. I hated the fake moans, I hated the cheesy storylines, I hated hardcore stuff. Scenes that involved women on their knees, with guys surrounding her, insulting and spitting on her, gagging her on their monster, possibly fake, dicks. Tears streaming down her face turning her make-up into a chaotic mess. She wants it to stop, you can see it. A guy walks to her, slaps her on the face, spits on his dick. "Want this bitch?"- he asks. The girl nods and wraps her lips around the head of that huge thing. Just not my cup of tea. But I guess some people like that stuff. I heard a door open; I turned my head and watched my neighbor walk into her balcony with a bunch of wet clothes in her hands. She dropped all of them on the floor and started hanging them. She was wearing a red dress with white spots on it, covering her legs up to her ankles. The dress wasn't sexy at all, but nothing could ruin her figure. Her dark, straight hair was tied up into a knot. Yet she was still beautiful. So beautiful, that I couldn't even take my eyes off her. For a minute there I was stuck in the moment. Admiring her every move; her hair, the little "uf's" she was making while hanging the laundry. After the initial shock, my mind started working again and I started to wonder what should I do. Should I stay here and ignore her? Should I leave? Or should I say hi? I decided to pretend that I'm reading and that I didn't see her come in. I watched her, secretly. I watched how she would bend over to take another piece of clothing and then carefully hang it. She looked so natural and at the same time so sexy. After she was done, she turned around and saw me. She smiled and waved. The wind was playing with her hair. I slowly moved my head from the book, pretending that I was really interested in it, and waved back. She then left. What a shame! I felt disappointed. No idea what I was expecting, but it most certainly wasn't this. I wanted to hear her voice, I wanted her to look at me, I wanted to hold our eye contact. I craved to touch her, any part of her body. For some reason I imagined that her skin would feel like cotton. Silk and smooth, and so very sexy. My dick twitched. I looked down at my hard-on and smiled. Then my eyes widened. "Oh shit!" I thought. "Shit shit shit. Did she see it? Did she notice my erection?" It was hard to miss it, my dick just begged for attention. Then I remembered that I had porn opened on my laptop. The screen was tilted at an angle so I doubt she could have actually seen anything. I relaxed when I heard her come into the balcony again. She looked at me, I looked at her, again, forgetting about the bulk in my pants. "Hey" she said. "Hi" I replied. "Hot, isn't it?" "Yes you are." I replied and then lowered my head in shame. Such an idiot, that isn't even remotely funny! Yet she laughed, possibly not at the cheesy joke but at my sudden shyness. "You're always like this?" she asked while electrifying me with her body. She bent over a bit, just enough for me to see her cleavage. Under that dress, under that thin layer of cloth hid the most amazingly beautiful breasts a man could lay his eyes on. They were just the right size, not too big, not too small. I could only see the top of them but that was enough for me to get ridiculously hard. I just stood there, like an idiot, looking at a woman's cleavage, ignoring the fact that she could see where my eyes where focused and how my body reacted to the view. "My, my enjoying the view?" she asked again. I panicked and started apologizing. "Don't worry! I'm glad that I can still excite a young man. But really, I look awful in this dress you can only see a bare minimum of skin." She looked down at her breast, jiggled them a bit, and then looked at me again." You're always like this?" "Like what?" I asked. She nodded and pointed at my dick. It twitched and her smile grew. I was so embarrassed. "Funny thing but whenever I see you, you always have something moving in your pants." She laughed. "Are you always this horny or..." she bent over just little bit more. " Or maybe this might have something to do with me?" I gulped and nodded. "Oh you're such a tease!" she sighted." I know that young people, especially men, have a really powerful sex drives but... Oh how I miss my youth..."She fell into her reminiscences. I stood there a bit confused. I was teasing her? Does it mean she likes it? She certainly doesn't seem to mind it. And it's true; she always catches me when I'm horny. But to be honest, my erection was not always caused by her. But still... There was something about her, something that prompted an immediate reaction from body, my mind, and if you're a believer, maybe even from my soul. She suddenly jumped a bit and smiled with a really suspicious smile that haven't encountered before. She turned around, grabbed a chair and placed it in front of me. I caught her eyes. There was something in them, something new and exciting. She sat down and looked at me. She untied the knot in her hair and let her hair loose. They fell on her shoulders so gently are elegantly. She threw them back and winked at me. Did she? Did she really just winked at me? She licked her lips. The tip of her tongue went over her upper lip, slowly and so very enticingly. She was teasing me, there was no doubt. I wanted to ask her something but she just put her finger at her lips showing me the sign that had only one meaning "don't say anything". She slowly cupped her breast in her hands and squeezed them. She kept eyeing me, looking at how my body responded to her movement and how my eyes were focused and stuck at her oh so very magnificent tits. She rubbed them, squeezed them while releasing these cute little moans. Real moans, there was absolutely no chance that they were fake. These sexy low toned quiet moans were the direct result of pleasure that was covering her body. She nodded a bit and pointed at me. At first I didn't understand what she wanted but then I realized. She wanted me to join her. She wanted me to touch my dick, to not only look but to act, as well. This was only reasonable. I touched the tip of my dick while looking at her face filled with anticipation. I stroked it and tapped it a few times, while trying to avoid any larger amount of stimulation. I would cum fast, no doubts about it. She licked her lips again. Her tongue was so sexy and she obviously knew it. That's why everything she did, she did oh so very slowly. "Take it out" she told me silently and laughed."I want to see it. Take it out. Please" she moaned. I obeyed the order. I put my hand down my pants, gripped my shaft that was now fully erect. I could feel the pre-cum on the head of my cock. I dropped my shorts down, but left my underwear on. I stood there, looking at her still caressing her beautiful breasts and watching me. I stroked a few times. "Do it. Please, I want to see it." "But you did. Yesterday." I teased her. She smiled wickedly and turned her head back. She closed her eyes and moaned a bit. "Oh such a tease! I thought I had the upper hand..." she pinched her nipples through the dress while eyeing my dick."It's just not the same. Please. Show it to me." she was basically begging me. Again, I obeyed. I dropped my trousers down uncovering my twitching, rock hard dick, point straight up, with pre-cum now dripping down its length. This is the result of my hot neighbor. Again, she moaned, loudly this time, after I revealed myself to her. She put a finger into her mouth and started sucking it, pulling it out, letting the spit drip down, then licking it and putting it back. "I'll cum fast even without touching it if it goes on like this" I thought. Never in my life, was I ever this horny. "It's just how I remembered it." Does that mean she has thought about my dick? "You've got something there, neighbor. Something a lot of women crave and desire." She pinched her nipples and closed her eyes. "Why haven't we done anything like this before?" Hell if I know. She then stopped and smiled, again, with that smile that promised something new. She spread her legs apart; at first she threw her left leg then her right leg. I couldn't see much, the dress still covered most of her body, but the movement itself and the position she was now sitting in made my legs shiver. Her hands moved down, then back up to her tits, in this circular motion, every time going lower and lower and lower. Her hands finally met her thighs. She caressed herself, stroked her legs up and down. She then grabbed her dress and starting pulling it up. I couldn't stand, I had to sit down. She again laughed and continued. She uncovered her sharp round knees, then her thighs. She had the most beautiful legs a woman could have. I would always find myself looking at those amazing slim legs and wishing to touch them. She stopped once her dress reached her panties. She didn't want to reveal them so soon. She didn't say anything, just gestured me to grip my cock. I shook my head. I knew that I would come from the slightest touch. "Please." She said. I shook my head again. "I can't." "Please." She insisted."I'll show you more. Please. Do this for me." I couldn't disappoint her. I gripped my dick and started stroking it, slowly and carefully. She seemed satisfied. She continued bringing her dress up, revealing her green panties. They looked so cute and so innocent. I took my time, admiring her panties, when I noticed a small, yet noticeable wet spot on them. She understood everything; she giggled and pointed at the wet spot. "It's your fault!" exclaimed happily. Then she touched it with the tip of her finger and wiggled it in her own juices. She then licked her fingers and moaned. "Mmm..." she moaned silently to herself, but fortunately I could hear her. Her hand went back and she started touching her pussy through the panties. "Do it. I want you... I want you to do what you did yesterday." She said." Please I won't be able to keep this up for long. Please." Every time she said "please" a considerable amount of pre-cum gushed out of my dick. Her hand moved under her wet panties. She started masturbating while looking at me, at my eyes, my dick. I followed her and started stroking myself. This wasn't going to last long; I craved to cum, I wanted, needed to relieve myself. She wasn't an exception. We kept at it for a minute or two. Looking at each other, admiring each other and pleasuring ourselves. Her movement turned more rapid. She started to move hear legs and moan more and more loudly. She was getting closer. I began stroking faster. This was it. The point of no return. My Neighbor is a MILF! Ch. 01 "Aaahhh!" I heard her voice. I kept at it, stroking myself furiously. I clenched my buttocks and came. My cum shot out with a force, covering the floor in front of me. Oh how I wish I could've shot it over to the balcony where she was sitting. But I'm no superman, that was, at least to me, nearly impossible. I screamed out, and stood up, still stroking myself and observing the cum still gushing out of my dick. I looked at my hand, covered in jizz and then looked at her. She was still sitting in the same position as before. Legs spread open, one hand down her panties, the other one squeezing her nipple. She was breathing heavily. "Ooohh..." she gasped with satisfaction. "That was great." I couldn't agree more. She looked at me and sent an air kiss to me."That was amazing... Thank you..." "Any time" I replied."This... This really was... Fun" I was out of words. What could I say?"You're... You're amazing. Thank you." She seemed very happy. She stood up and lowered her dress and licked fingers for the last time. "Best laundry day in years." She said and then looked at my dick, still covered with cum, still erect. She then bent over and reached under her dress. I couldn't see what she was doing. She straightened up and brought her hands back with her panties. She rolled them into a ball and threw them over to me. She then winked and sent me another air kiss. She then turned around and left. I was now standing, half naked, with cum all over the floor, in the balcony, in the middle of the day. Someone could've seen me, or us, for that matter, but I didn't care. I just picked her panties up and sat down. I looked at them, at the wetness she had left. She came in these. I held them closer, sniffed them a bit. Her scent filled my nose and spread all over my body. It smelt amazing. I'll keep them as a reminder. My Neighbor is a MILF! Ch. 02 Quite a long time has passed since I posted my first attempt at erotic literature. Well here's the next part, hopefully it won't take as much time to write the next part as it took me to write this. A big thank you to everyone who commented and sent me feedback. I didn't respond and I'm sorry for that, I was still getting used to the whole system. I also realize that I left a lot of mistakes in the first part and for that I apologize. I tried to pay more attention this time. An editor would obviously be really helpful, but I'm just starting out and that would just seem like jumping ahead of things. You might want to read the first chapter here. Thank you. 3 Needless to say, I awoke with a huge grin on my face. A grin of joy. Satisfaction. Success. I laid there on the bed, thinking about what happened yesterday, trying to remember all the small details, all the sensations that my body went through. I'll be honest if not for the green panties I would've just thought that I had an amazing dream. Surely such things can't happen in reality. There was no explanation, no logic behind her actions. It didn't matter how hard I tried to figure out an answer to the question "why?", I just couldn't reach any conclusions. My mind must be running wild, it can't be real. But it was and the panties were proof, a reminder of what happened and a source of hope for what might come next. During the whole morning I was in an euphoric state. I couldn't concentrate on anything. While I was working out, I kept thinking about her. When I was eating I couldn't help but wonder what kind of food she likes. I tried watching a movie yet failed. I tried playing video games, throwing darts. Again -- nothing. I sometimes feel like I fall in love with any and every woman who shows me at least a bit of attention. But still... Yesterday was something else. Yesterday a woman, an absolutely drop dead gorgeous woman masturbated in front of me. She was looking at me. All of those movements; those little twitches were directed at me. She had an orgasm for me. I told myself to not look into it too much. Think of it as a one night stand (not that I had any of those). We had fun, but that's about it. Yet when I saw her walking down the stairs, all of my hopes came back so suddenly that had to hold on to something if I didn't want to fall. She said hi, I said hi. I walked after her, looking at her womanly figure swinging from left to right. She was the type of woman that you are blessed to see no more than once over the period of your life. Those models in advertisements had nothing on her. She was curvy and so very feminine. Most women starve themselves to look the way ads tell them to look. Yet she, she didn't listen. She was independent. She was herself. I guess that's what was so attractive about her. Soon we parted our ways. She didn't say a word. I tried to spark a conversation; even small talk would've done the job. But I couldn't make my lips move. I can stand in front of a huge crowd and talk garbage for hours, yet my mouth dries up when I want to say "good luck" to her. I spent the whole day trying to figure out how to approach her. I had to talk to her. I could never forgive myself if I didn't. I replayed dozens of scenarios in my head with different endings, going from the best possible conclusion (she for some unbelievable reason actually likes me) to the worst (I end up beaten up by a chipmunk before the world ends). But as always, when I met her again that day, none of those scenarios came true. I met her while walking home. She looked very formal with a grey jacket covering her shoulders and a matching skirt going down to her knees. Her breasts were trying to break free out of the jacket and out of her white shirt. Her hair was loose, she had her glasses on. I don't know what her job was, but I'd kill to have a boss like that. She smiled when she saw me and waved. I froze and mumbled something silently like the idiot that I am. She walked up and hugged me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, I could feel her breasts squeezing at my chest. I even felt her nipples, squeezed tightly between my body and hers. Thank god that I responded by placing my hands on her sides and smiling back at her. This hug lasted for a few seconds, yet it seemed like an eternity and an eternity was not enough. "So what have you been up to?" she asked after we let go of each other. "Oh nothing interesting. What about you? You always look so formal?" "Is it a bit too much? I over did it, didn't I? I was going to meet this important client and I figured I should look presentable..." "No! No, you look great. Really." "Thank you" she smiled. Her tone of voice didn't match the formal look she was going for. "But I think this jacket is a bit small. I just couldn't find anything better so I went with this one. Is it really okay?" "It really is. I'm sure your client was very pleased with the way you look." "Hah! Cheeky." She smirked. I didn't really understand what she meant by that. By this point I had already forgotten everything I wanted to tell her. I just went with the flow. For the first time in my life I some how gathered the courage to be frank and just say what I want. I can beat myself over it later. "Listen... Are you... If you are I'll understand... Are you busy now?" "Now?" she asked and without any delay replied with a "no". "I was just planning on doing nothing today. Why? Have any suggestions?" She was smiling again with that confidence I couldn't get used to. She knew what I meant, that I wanted to ask her out for a drink. "Would you mind joining me for a drink or something?" "Or something, ey? Be careful with those words there!" She teased me. "I'd gladly join you." We went to a coffee shop nearby. We talked and talked, and laughed like little kids. I was having a great time. We discussed music, movies, her job, my hobbies. It was rather strange. A silent guy like me having a normal conversation with a woman like her. Usually I panic, try to think of something clever to say. Yet with her, it just goes so naturally. I say whatever I want and she actually responds! "I always knew you were an intelligent kid. You just have that look, you know?" "What, the nerdy, antisocial, low self-esteem, bookworm look?" She laughed. "No! The "I know what I want from life" look." I smiled and looked down. "But I don't." She looked at me with a genuine surprise. "Really? You don't know what you want?" I took my time before I replied. This could lead to different directions. Either we start "going deep" and end up with Freud and amateur attempts at philosophy or maybe... "Well I know what I want right now, but in general -- no." I wanted this to be a bit more personal. "Interesting." She held her hands with her fingers locked, her head rested on them. "What do you want now?" Her eyebrow rose. "Oh it's stupid." She took the bite! "Tell me. Maybe we can do something about it! By satisfying those little wishes we get one step closer to truly being happy." The set up worked perfectly. Maybe too perfectly. Was she suspecting something? I looked at the ring I was rolling between my fingers. "I want to kiss you." I said, amazed that I actually got it out. It was hard to decipher what she was thinking. Nothing changed. She was still smiling, still holding eye contact. But for a moment there, I think I noticed the "I knew it" look. "Well that can be easily arranged." She replied."Come here" she said almost seductively. I was shocked at first. It can't be that easy! She must be joking or teasing. She sure does seem to love to tease. I laughed a bit and tried to change the topic, but she quickly stopped me. "Never run from your desires. Now, my sweet dreamer... Come here" she repeated softly. I started to lean over the table, looking at her, still waiting for some resistance. She reached for me with her hand and caressed my cheek, gently touching with the back of her palm. She then played a bit with my hair, twirled them between her fingers. She started coming closer; I could feel her breath bouncing off my face. She was looking into my eyes, watching my reaction. I did the same. When our lips finally met I felt her body's warmth overflowing my face. It was a simple, gentle kiss. Our lips intertwined, gracefully fondling each other. She still had her hand thrown over me, her fingers stroking the back of my head, every stroke matching the movement of our lips. As soon as our lips parted, we jumped back into the kiss, trying to prolong it as much as possible. I felt how she smiled and turned her head a bit. She gently bit my bottom lip and slowly shook her head. I heard her say "Grrr...". At that moment she was my little lion. I could have continued kissing her but we had to stop sometime. When we went back to our seats; she laughed like a little school girl. "Well? How was it? Was it as good as you thought it would be?" She obviously knew the answer. It was even more amazing than I expected. Unfortunately this threw me off track. At first I was the happiest man in the world. Yet my joy was interrupted by dazzle and confusion. The same questions that bothered me that morning came to mind. "Why?" I couldn't even construct a decent sentence. She shook her head in what seemed to be disappointment. "Does it really matter?" "It matters to me." I looked at her. My voice seemed angrier than I wanted it to be. "Why would a wonderful woman like you go for such a wimp like me? Why would you tease me like that? And what happened yesterday..." "Was exciting." She cut me off." Wasn't it exciting? It was hot. A new experience for both of us." I stared at her confused. "You wanted me to kiss you. And I did. Didn't it feel good? A small wish coming true? I wanted to... Masturbate. To please myself. I wanted you to entertain me. And you did. Again, it felt great." She took a drink from her coffee and continued: "Listen, I'm not young. I feel like I've already lived half of my life and I'm still not satisfied. I only have one chance at life and I spent it on meaningless activities. On activities I hated. I lived a provisional life. I feel like I've missed on a lot of things. Just so frustrating, you know? I want to experience life and joy! I don't want to be controlled anymore. Do you understand? You're still young, filled with energy! And so very horny!" She laughed. "Those boners don't lie, mister! I thought, if you like me and I like you... Why shouldn't I just go with it? I'm married, but it's not like my husband is a saint either... You do like me don't you?" I just nodded. She smiled and reached for my hand. Her fingers wrapped around my palm, I could once again feel her warmth. "Plus, I'd kill two birds with one stone." "How come?" "I see that you're doing the same mistakes I did when I was your age. Trying to control myself, placing myself into these frames, killing myself with things that don't matter! Maybe I'll be able to help you." "You have point actually." "Well of course! It's not like I haven't put any thoughts in this. Every night I sit in the balcony, look at the empty streets and feel bored. I'm bored with my job, bored with my friends, bored of my husband... I must be such a bad person for saying this. I used to look at the future, think that if I do this and that now, later I'll be able to relax. But what now? What was the future back then now is the present. And nothing changed! I'm basically doing the same things I did twenty years ago. I just couldn't live like this anymore! Those empty streets... Every damn night. That's how I felt. Empty. Well no more!" She clearly had thought about this a lot. I could feel the passion and determination in her words. She's right, absolutely right. "So when did you start your personal journey to change?" "Honestly? After running into you when you had that broom in your arms. You should've seen yourself, probably the funniest thing that has ever happened to me. You seem to offer me a way out of this mess. Yet before meeting you I tried taking baby steps. About a week ago I decided that I can't live like this anymore. But I didn't actually do anything about it. I was afraid. I bought new clothes, got my hair done, but my actions stayed the same." She smirked a bit. She was remembering something. She bitted her upper lip and looked at the window. She was obviously reliving something. " I did something kinky, actually." She finally smiled and looked straight at me. "I'm already interested." I replied. "I played with myself at work." She exclaimed and started laughing. "God! That feeling that I could be caught at any moment. You know? Have you ever felt it? I hadn't felt anything like it. Want to hear about it?" she teased me. "Yes. Please" I was highly intrigued. "My husband travels a lot, so he's usually away. And I'm a woman, I have my needs. I need some attention; I need to be cared after. And of course I have sexual desires. I usually masturbate when I get back home. But that day... God, it was probably the most boring and lonely day of my life. I was sitting at my desk, watching the clock, following the arrows going in circles. Tic, tic, tic - those moments of my life just flowing away. I couldn't just leave even though I had most of my work done. So I was just sitting, thinking. Then I found myself fantasizing. I was day dreaming about going home, getting undressed, pouring some wine, putting on some music, taking a hot bath. The wine bringing me to heat, the water running down my neck, around my nipples and then dropping to the ground. Then laying naked in bed, on those soft sheets. Feeling how my body responds to the material. I fantasized about my nipples becoming hard and erect. How I would cup my breasts and squeeze them, then push them together. I would pinch my nipple, pull it a bit and then go back to caressing my breasts. My nipples tend to be so sensitive when I'm in heat!" I was listening to her story. Needless to say, my body responded to every word that came out of this woman's mouth. I could feel how my dick started standing up. How the head started to poke the material and demand freedom. I wanted to move him a bit, into a position that would be more comfortable than this. But she was watching me, I could see from her eyes that she took notice of my every movement. "Only later did I realize that my fantasy took the best of me. I was actually holding my breast in my arm, taken out of my bra, squeezed between my shivering fingers. And then I said to myself something I had never said before. I said "Fuck it!" You can't even imagine how liberating this was! I didn't even lock the door to my office, I just went with my instincts. And my instincts demanded satisfaction. I unbuttoned my shirt and took my bra off. My breasts burst out, those nipples as erect as I imagined. I spat on them, covered them all over. They shone begging for attention. Every time I squeezed my breasts I let out a small moan. Jesus it was amazing! I bent over my desk, pointing my ass up to the air, straight at the door. I was afraid of being seen, but to be honest... I craved for someone to walk in. To catch in such a position -- my breast hanging out, spit dripping down my nipples, my ass pointing straight at him... Or her! Hell I'm open for anything! I pushed my fingers under my panties and started to slowly take them off. I pulled them to my knees and gasped because of the breeze. My breath was getting more and more intense. I took off my soaked panties. I sniffed them. I know my body, I know how it looks, how it feels, how it smells. And I smell good, I know that now. My panties gave out the scent of my pussy. That smell filled my nose, stimulating my nerve endings, sending signals to the brain, warning that these belong to a girl who's being very naughty. I licked them. This was the first time I tasted myself. Can you imagine that? That was the first time I got to know how I taste. My tongue reaching out, shaking with anticipation; the tip licking the juices off of my own panties. The scent and the taste were addicting. I kept licking and sniffing when one of my hands started going down. Down to the source of sex. The idea that I could be caught doing such a thing was terrifying yet exciting at the same time." I couldn't stand it anymore I had to change my position and push my cock to the side. The tension in my pants was too much; I couldn't bare it anymore. I rolled on my left cheek and put my hand inside my pocket. I touched my dick with my fingers tips. I could feel the hotness coming from the head. I pushed it and let a small sight of relief. When I looked back at her I saw her smiling with that kinky smile I saw yesterday. Her eyes were piercing me. She was obviously amused. "My, my I didn't think it would get you going like this." "Just the idea of you being naked causes an uncontrollable reaction down there. But when you started to describe how you masturbated... That was just too much!" She laughed devilishly and then looked around. She took my hand and put it on her cheek. "See how hot I am?" she asked while still holding my hand. "So where were we?" "You were just talking about your hands." She moved my hand with hers under the table. I could feel the material of her skirt. She kept going down to her knee and then stopped. She placed my hand on her leg and looked straight into my eyes. "I started from my knees, slowly going up and down. I reached my thighs and started to fondle them. I could feel that I was getting close to... Fire." She continued her story while precisely repeating every word. Except now she was controlling my hand instead of hers. I was taking part in the reenactment of an unbelievably sexy moment. She stroked her knees with my palm, then started going under her skirt. I could feel her elegant thighs. She stroked them with my hands, I pinched them just a little bit. She wasn't kidding. It was getting hotter and hotter. Every time she moved my hand higher and higher I could feel the temperature go up. "I finally couldn't stand it. I had to touch it, I wanted to soak my fingers in that hot pussy of mine. When I finally went up there... Do you know what I felt?" she asked me. I just shook my hand. I was bursting down there, but at that moment I didn't care. I had my arm up her skirt. No pain could distract me from this. "I felt... This." With those words she pulled her panties to the side with one arm and with the other one she guided my finger straight into her. My fingertips touched her. Immediately I felt how hot and wet her pussy was. Her pussy juices were flowing down her thighs. At first I retracted my fingers, just for a second. But then I went back in there. I could feel the texture of her amazing pussy. I traced her lips, and touched her clit. She moaned a little bit. In my mind, I was creating an image of her wet cunt. "Tell me." She said. I didn't reply. I couldn't. I kept stroking her pussy, softly playing with her clit, soaking my fingers in there. She reacted to even the smallest movements. "Tell me how it feels" she demanded. "It's hot. Very, very hot. And wet. It's like a fountain of love juices down there." She was happy. "More. Tell me more." "I can feel you lips, how they pulsate accordingly to your breathing. I feel the juices dripping. And this small bump right here..." She moaned when I touched it. "This little guy seems to have an interesting affect on this gorgeous woman. And yet I still wonder..." "What?" She had her eyes closed, her head was tilted back. She was enjoying herself. "There's this place right here. It seems that I can go in there..." Now I was the one teasing her. My Neighbor is a MILF! Ch. 02 "Go in." "Really? Maybe I shouldn't?" "Just do it! Please!" "But I've never been there. Maybe I really shouldn't?" "Damn it, just do it!" I pushed my finger inside. She twitched and moaned loudly. I could feel the walls retracting around my finger, small wrinkles massaging my skin. She was tighter than I expected. I pulled my finger and immediately inserted two. "Uhhhh..." I touched her, stroked every spot I could possibly find. I pulled out and the pushed right back in. Every time I did this, I went deeper, deeper and deeper. Every time her body reacted, soft squeaky noises coming from under her skirt. When I pushed my fingers in, her ass jumped back, but when I started pulling out, her pussy didn't want to let me go, squeezing them and following them. I was fingering my wonderful neighbor. This was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I was pleasing her. This felt great. "Soon... I'll cum soon!" she exclaimed. "You two have to get the hell out of here." I heard a rough voice. It was so unexpected that I even jumped a little bit. I looked up and saw a middle aged man with a beard covering his face. He looked angry. Only then I realized that we were sitting in a coffee shop. I was fingering my neighbor in a public place. Who knows how many people saw us? "I will not tolerate this behavior!" He yelled at us. My neighbor just looked at him and then back at me, then again back at him. She was completely lost. I could tell that this interruption was as unexpected for her as it was for me. "And take that hand out of there!" I didn't want to pull my fingers out, but she grabbed my arms and pulled it away. "Now get the fuck out. You people! Jesus!" he kept yelling at us as we stood up and started quickly going to the exit. I could see that other people were staring at me. Some of them were disgusted, others were smiling and nodding. I still couldn't comprehend the situation and just kept moving. After we left the coffee shop I stopped. She kept moving forward into the night, as far as she could. I started chasing her but then I heard the bearded man behind me. "Hey kid!" he yelled. I looked back at him, ready to accept more verbal abuse. "Nice." He said and then went back in. I couldn't help but smile. Nice indeed, you cockblocker. I ran after my neighbor. I shouted for her to wait for me but she just kept going. After I reached her I gently touched her shoulder, trying to stop her from running away. "Wait!" She stopped and looked at me. She was all shivering, her face was pale. Due to the night her face seemed really white. She looked back at the coffee shop, then back at me and suddenly started laughing hysterically. I couldn't help but join her. We laughed like little kids, like teenagers after a good perverted joke. There we were, surrounded by the night, just got kicked out from a public place for the first time, bursting out with uncontrollable laughter. "Hahaha, what the hell did just happen!?" She asked. I tried to stop and reply to her. "I think... I think we just got thrown out." "Hahah! Jeez!" she tried to breathe in before another burst of laughter. "I've never been thrown out before!" "Neither have I! We got caught." "Did you see the look on their faces? I swear some of them looked turned on! Haha!" "I bet an army of boners were pointing straight at you." "Right! I swear I saw at least one guy with an erection. But the girls! Their faces were all heated up!" "Well you seem to have that effect on women." "Oh no, kiddo. I think their eyes were fixed on you." "That can't be right." She jumped a bit and then grabbed me. She hugged me tightly. Only then I realized that even after such unexpected turn of events, my erection didn't go anywhere. My dick was pressing her belly. The head of my cock would touch her, if not for the few pieces of cloth. "So much fun! See? This is what I meant by "new experiences"? Wasn't this fun? Getting thrown out like that? We got caught! They caught you fingering me!" "You were right! I never thought it would feel like that." "I know! I'm neither scared nor embarrassed. I'm just... Uh! I can feel the energy coming out of me! The adrenaline rush, my god!" "I'm not talking about getting thrown out." She stopped laughing at looked at me confused. "I mean... This one time, me and this friend Michael, got insanely drunk and started hitting on the bartenders... Unfortunately, they didn't seem to be in a very good mood. And then there was this bald guy and everything just... It was chaos. I'll tell the story later. Basically, this wasn't the first time I was thrown out like that." "So what did you mean by "new experience"?" I messed up. I shouldn't have said that. I wanted to kill myself for possibly messing up such an opportunity. But I couldn't lie to her. Not now. "Your pussy. I never thought a pussy would feel like that." She smiled. "Well I can't imagine it being that different from other pussies." "There are no other pussies." She looked at me surprised. "Oh! Don't tell me this was the first time you... Oh no!" I nodded. I was ashamed and I felt inadequate. This was the first time I felt a woman's pussy. I had never been with a girl. Hell, I never even had a girlfriend! The only time I kissed a girl was back a few years ago and that kiss was awfully awkward. "You're... You're a virgin?" I couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to go home and forget everything. I was afraid that this would scare her off. And I couldn't blame her. A nineteen year old virgin. What a disaster. "Yesterday... When we masturbated. That was my first real sexual experience." She seemed really surprised. But then she smiled with the same smile I saw just a few minutes ago. "Well this keeps getting more and more interesting." She said while looking down at the bulk in my pants.