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My Next Door Neighbor

By: Ken Nitsua



After my wife died the house was so empty.

Most of the time it was okay. I went to work and didn't think about it. I ate dinner out, came home and watched TV until late. But there was no one to share my bed at night, and the weekends were long and lonely. 

In a way it was good, because I started being more friendly to people, just to have someone to talk to. My next door neighbor George, for instance. Before Veda got sick she'd always loved to garden and take care of the yard. George liked to work outside too, so they were always chatting over the fence that divided our property. I didn't cotton to that much. George always had his shirt off. I didn't like Veda talking to half-naked men, and said so. Veda just laughed at me and did as she pleased.

When the cancer took her George was real nice. He came to the funeral and shook my hand afterward. He leaned forward and said in a soft voice, "If you need someone to talk to, I'm always there, buddy." I nodded and thanked him, though I wasn't planning on taking him up on his offer.

It was months later, though, and the pain was still there, a big hard lump of missing her just sitting inside me. One Friday when I came home from work I saw George, digging at something or another in his yard as he did almost every sunny day, dressed the way he always was--denim shorts, work boots and that was it. He looked up and waved at me. I waved back.

"How's it going?" he called out.

I was about to say fine and go on in the house. Something made me walk toward him, though, carrying my briefcase. I stopped by the fence that stood between our yards, just the way Veda used to do.

"Guess I'm getting by," I said.

George came toward me, his chest hair matted and sweaty. I'd been jealous when I'd heard him and Veda laughing and carrying on outside. I'd been snippy sometimes when he'd tried to be friendly to me. I felt bad about that now.

He was looking at me with a sympathetic expression on his face.

"It's rough, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"Yeah."

George said, "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?"

I was surprised, and even more surprised to hear myself say, "That'd be nice."

He smiled. "Around seven be okay?"

A few hours later I was knocking on my neighbor's front door, holding a bottle of wine. It was ajar. I stuck my head in and yelled, "Hello?"

"Come on in, Oren," George's voice answered. "I'm in the kitchen."

I went in the direction of his voice. George was at the stove, checking on something. He was wearing flip-flops, and nothing else. I stopped, wine bottle in hand. My mouth was hanging open and I closed it.

George turned around and smiled. "Hey, neighbor. Welcome." All of a sudden his eyes widened. "Oh my god," he said and clapped his fist over his mouth. A snort of laughter got past him. We stood there for what seemed like hours. Finally he said, "I forgot to tell you, didn't I? That I'm a nudist?"

"Uh, yeah, guess you forgot," I managed. That explained his work outfit. At least he hadn't taken it all off outdoors.

"Jeez, Oren, I'm sorry. Do you want me to put something on?"

I was trying as hard as I could to keep my eyes from wandering downward. Still, I glimpsed something pretty impressive between those long legs. Finally I shook my head. "Maybe I should just go."

"No, please," George said. "I'm sorry. I'll just go get some clothes."

"That's not right," I protested. "It's your house. I can't make you do that."

"That's very understanding of you, Oren." George smiled. "I'd really like it if you'd stay."

After a moment I nodded, and handed him the bottle of wine.

"Help me carry these things into the dining room," George said. As he led the way in with the plates I got a good look at his back side. For a guy his age, which was my age, he looked pretty good. His shoulders tapered down to his waist in a nice V-shape, and there were no love handles on the way down. He had a tight little ass, only a little paler than the rest of him. Some weird feeling was tingling inside me. For the first time since Veda died I felt alive.

Once we were sitting at the table it wasn't so bad, since I could only see George's top half. He opened the bottle I'd brought and poured us two glasses. He was a good cook and between the delicious food and the wine I finally relaxed. He talked about his boat and going fishing on the lake (which he did naked too), and promised to take me the next time. He told me funny stories about freaking out UPS guys and other door-to-door types until I was hysterical with laughter.

There was a lull in our chatter. I shook the front of my shirt. "Boy, I'm hot. Must be the wine."

"I don't use the air-conditioning much," George said, and winked. "One advantage of being a nudist."

I don't know what got into me then. I must have been a little tipsy. "I'm not being very sociable keeping my clothes on, am I?"

George raised his eyebrows and smiled. "It's up to you, Oren."

"What the hell." I stood up and began to unbutton my shirt. I wasn't wearing much and it didn't take long to peel all the way down. When I was starkers and my clothes were piled on the chair I looked at George again.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Nice," I said. It was the truth.

"Why don't we go in the living room? I'll bring the wine."

We sat on George's couch and drank and talked some more. The evening light gradually began to fade and he clicked on one lamp. When he sat down again he threw one long arm up on the back of the couch. His fingers touched my shoulder. I felt that tingle again.

I turned and looked into his smiling eyes. "I'm glad you came, Oren," he said. "It's been a wonderful evening."

His other hand moved in his lap. I took a quick peek. He had a hold of his dick, which had grown in size. I turned away.

"It's okay to look, Oren," George said softly. "I'm looking at yours."

My eyes moved downward. My own cock was pointing straight up at my navel. That was where the tingling was coming from.

George leaned down toward my lap, looking up at me. "Is this all right?" he asked. I nodded not knowing what he was going to do. The next moment I gasped as I felt hot, slippery pleasure surround my cock. It'd been years since I'd had a blow job. It only took a few minutes for the juices that had been pent up inside to come boiling up.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," I moaned.

"Mm hmm," George said, sliding faster up and down on my cock. The next minute my hand was clamped on his head and I was shouting as I blew blast after blast of cream down his throat. George pressed his face against my stomach as he gulped down every drop. 

Finally the storm passed and I collapsed onto the couch, still gasping for air. George let go, looked up at me and smiled. His eyes were watery and his cheeks were red with exertion.

"You okay?" he asked.

I knew I ought to feel bad, but I didn't feel anything but relaxed. That hard lump I'd carried around inside me for so long was gone, melted, dissolved.

"That was nice," I said.

George smiled. He sat up and pressed his mouth to mine. It felt weird to have a man's beard scratching my face, but his lips and tongue were soft and tender. After we kissed he pulled me down toward him until he was on his back and I was lying on top of him. I let out a long sigh, which all of a sudden turned into a sob. The next moment I was crying against his chest. George held me, not saying a word, until I started to quiet down. I could hear his heartbeat, slow and comforting.

"You miss her."

I nodded. "A lot."

"I've been watching you these past few months, coming home with your face so still and sad. I wanted to help," George said. "I hope I wasn't too pushy."

I shook my head. "You've been very kind." I reached down and hesitantly took his cock, soft but still long. "You didn't cum."

He smiled. "It doesn't matter."

"I want you to cum," I said. A glint appeared in his eye.

"Well, if you insist-"

I learned a lot I didn't know before that weekend. I learned the strange thrill of having your head in a naked man's crotch, knowing he was giving you access to his most vulnerable parts. I learned that running your tongue around the ridge where the head of a man's dick joins the shaft makes him moan. I learned that precum tastes salty and cum tastes like a cross between ocean water and rubber cement, but it's worth swallowing it because nothing pleases a man more than someone who's willing to take his load, in his mouth...

And up his ass. I never would have believed I'd ever let a man do that to me. But George was mighty persuasive, and so gentle. First he said he'd give me a rim job. I didn't know what that was, and I couldn't believe it when he got me on my back, spread my legs and put his mouth between my cheeks! I tried to wriggle away but George held me fast. Then I felt his tongue on my hole. It was as good as his mouth on my cock, even better maybe, because I'd never felt anything like it before. I stopped struggling and began to moan. George chuckled in satisfaction.

"Wait, it gets better," he said.

He got a tube of some gel, put some on his fingers, and pushed first one, then two up my butt. He touched a place inside that made me gasp with pleasure, and told me that was my prostate.

"I think you're ready," he said, rubbing the same gel onto his cock. I took a look at his rod and was scared. It was a lot bigger than his finger. George got between my legs, and I felt the tip of his organ pressing against my hole. My heart was thudding and my breath was quick and shallow. He must have seen the fear on my face, because he smiled and stroked my cheek.

"I won't lie to you, Oren," he said. "The first time hurts a little. Trust me, it'll be worth it."

I nodded, trying to smile. The next moment I felt something huge and hard stab into my rear. 

"Please, it hurts," I cried. George nodded.

"Just relax, Oren. I'll go slow. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. Trust me."

I cried out again as the object inside me moved forward. There was nothing I could do. I looked at George's face, filled with tenderness, and surrendered. My friend was giving me his most prized possession, himself. How could this be bad?

"Oh, Oren," George crooned, "Your ass feels so good. Do you feel good?"

"Yes," I said, and to my surprise I meant it. The pain was gone and in its place was warm fire, rising from places I didn't know could feel so good.

"Fuck me, George."

"You got it, baby," he said, as he began to thrust into me. Here I was, naked, bent double under another man's body, the most secret part of me being invaded and assaulted. I felt his hot breath on my face, smelled the musk of his sweat. I knew there was no place I'd rather be.

"Fuck me," I cried again and again, clinging to his driving body like a drowning man. I remembered how my sweet Veda had sometimes shocked me with her language during our lovemaking. I finally understood what she'd been feeling.

George grabbed my cock and began to jerk on it in time to his thrusts. In a few moments I felt the fire rising in my balls. My asshole grabbed his cock and I shouted again as hot spurts shot out of me for the second time that evening, splattering across my chest and stomach.

"Oh fuck yeah, take my load Oren," George cried. He slammed one last time into me before collapsing on my chest. I held him and rubbed his back, my cum gluing our bodies together as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

George lifted his head, smiled, and kissed me.

"That was a honor."

"An honor?" I said, puzzled.

"Being your first. I've never been anyone's first before. I hope I was worthy of that."

I chuckled at his odd formality, and decided to tease him a little. "Well, I don't know."

He looked worried. "What do you mean?"

"I need something to compare it to before I decide how good you were. Can you try it again?"

He rolled his eyes and tapped my cheek, gently. "Aw, you..."

By the time I finally left George's house on Sunday night my balls ached from having been emptied so often. My butt was tender and I was walking kind of funny. It felt very strange to have clothes on.

"Are you really a nudist?" I asked him at one point.

"Sure I am," he said.

"But you didn't accidentally forget to tell me, did you?"

He laughed. "No. I took a chance. Turned out okay, didn't it?"

It sure did.

END 

My Next Door Neighbor



Thank you for clicking on my entry to the Nude Day contest. Once you begin to read, you'll notice some text messages between characters. Yes, some of the words are misspelled, that was on purpose. Please enjoy, leave a comment if you wish, and don't forget to vote.

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We came into this world, a mass of flesh, howling our first breaths in a sterile room. From then on we were molded, formed into a blackened lump of morality. We were were swaddled within minutes, cotton blends and thoughts of ignominy. For the years to come, we stayed clothed, taught those younger to do the same. Automatons of decency, we perished the thought of anyone breaking the status quo. And when they did, we covered our jealousy with feigned outrage. Why couldn't we be like those minority that embraced nothingness? I soon learned that it was easier to do with some assistance.

It was my first week in Atlanta and while I should be experiencing some of that southern hospitality, I hid from the world. Too busy feeling sorry for myself. It was only a couple of months ago, I was on bended knee in the middle of Central Park asking for her hand in marriage. Now, I can't stand looking at large patches of grass for too long a time. At least I never made it to the altar.

I stepped out of the shower, snatching the towel off the hook. One would think that with all the weightlifting, bike riding, and basketball, I would have a severe case of narcissism, but I was the type of person who still turned out the lights when making love. That was supposed to be the reason she broke off the engagement. Sucking off a coworker played a minor part, according to her.

Cinching it tight, I left the steamy bathroom; a sudden shift in atmosphere broke me out in a rash of goosebumps. I was two steps in the bedroom when the polyphonic chirps of "Promiscuous Girl" rang out from the living room. I swiveled in place, bolted towards the phone, leaving a trail of wet footprints in my wake.

"Hello?" I blurted out even though I knew who it was. I knew damn well. My ex still called every now and then. Whether to gloat or out of pity, eight days wouldn't go by without a ring. I still can't break myself of the habit of answering. Nikki's voice was full of zest and springtime, as if she never broke an emotional foot off in my ass six weeks ago.

"Hey Shawn," she bubbled. "How's Atlanta?"

I guess she didn't realize, or didn't care, that I only came here to get away from her. It was a sudden decision, a cut in salary, but it was my solution to escape the taint of a failed relationship. Damn, I should have changed my number by now.

I gave monosyllabic replies to her queries, hoping she would take the hint, but she kept chatting, telling me all that happened in my absence. Even though I was mad at her, my body felt otherwise. As she kept talking, I swelled. The towel wasn't enough to hold back my rising phallus as I remembered our last session. It also took place in the shower. One night, Nikki lined the hallways with candles, a path I followed till I bonded with her soaked form under the pulsing shower head. While she prattled on the phone, I tried to control my breathing as I recalled the little details. The small dip in her back, water pooling inside it, trails of water sliding down the crack of her butt till it disappeared in the frenzy of my shuddered thrusts. The secure knot in my towel slipped and I didn't bother to catch it. I was caught up in memories.

I closed my eyes, picturing her hands splayed on the tiles of the shower for support, clenching at nothing as I brought her to the first of multiple orgasms. It sounded so perfect; so why am I ten states away, dripping naked in my living room?

"I hope everything is working out for you. I feel bad how it ended, you know?"

I snapped my eyes open and took the phone away from my ear. Did she just give me that line of bullshit? I tried to form the vile thoughts that flashed through my mind into words, but came up empty. I could only stare off into space, which led me out my bay window. I forgot to close the curtains when I came in, they still shoved aside from this morning.

There was an apartment directly across from me with the lights on. Standing in the living room was woman with a glass of wine, and nothing else. She took a sip of wine, the color in the glass matching her hair. Smirking, she raised her glass towards me in salute. I looked down, realizing that I was saluting back in my own way.

"I gotta go." I blurted into the phone before hitting the end button. Snatching up the towel, I covered myself as I scurried out of sight. I almost slipped in the hallway in my sudden panic to hide from prying eyes. I threw on some shorts and my work shirt that hung on the doorknob from earlier, before creeping back into the living room to close my curtains. 

She was still standing there, leaning against her kitchen counter. The amusement in her eyes clouded over at my reappearance. She clearly disapproved of my dressing. Lifting the glass, she drained what was left of the wine before setting it on the counter behind her. She strolled towards the window, in a slow model gait.

I would have felt like a pervert, but she knew I was here. She was a statuesque creature with a graceful gait. Her breasts might have been painted by a master, so symmetrically proportioned. Two perfect cones topped with cinnamon aureole and plump berry nipples. She was a true redhead, bush trimmed neatly in a small triangle or heart. I couldn't tell from this distance.

Absentmindedly, I licked my lips. She smirked again, resting her palms against the windowsill. I kept staring before her curtains closed with a push of the button from the remote control in her hand. Show over.

I blinked a couple of times, wondering if she might return, but the lights in her apartment went out, giving me a definitive answer. I stood there for a minute more, thinking about what just transpired before closing my own curtains and retreating back to the bedroom.

I didn't give my unintended streaking a second thought until I returned from work the next day. I was disheveled from the Southern heat and Southern traffic. I haven't learned the public transportation well enough to depend on it, so being stuck in traffic listening to right wing radio was my only solution. 

I entered the apartment, jerking at my tie and pulling my shirt out of my pants when I noticed the envelope. It had been shoved under my door, sealed and blank. I picked it up and turned it over in my hands, looking for a name or address. It was expensive, bought from a stationary store. I sat on the couch and opened it. Inside was a piece of paper, just as expensive, with beautiful, handwritten calligraphy. 

 Don't be shamed, be free

I looked at my bay window, remembering my encounter with my neighbor from across the way. I walked to the sill and threw open the curtains. I grabbed a corner apartment that overlooked the city, if you stood to one side of the window and pressed your head to it. Directly below was the driveway that led to the underground parking garage. From the ground, no one could see me, but the identical apartment building was open season on voyeurism, about 20 feet of space separating the two buildings. The apartment curtains were closed, no sign of life.

It was a new structure, nowhere near let capacity. I shared a whole floor in my building with just two other neighbors; a retired Colonel and his wife, and a newly divorcee that was living off monthly stipends of her exes pro basketball checks. 

As the setting sun shined off the roof of the Georgia dome, I set the letter down and began to make dinner. One rib-eye and three beers later, I was stripped down to my boxers and watching television. Actually, it was watching me as I quickly fell asleep. 

I jerked awake to the annoying sound of an infomercial pitchman, trying to sell get hard pills to the gullible. I checked my phone for the time and was ready to sleep in a real bed. I turned off the flat screen and was about to exit the living room when I saw her.

She was in her living room, naked, again. Under her arm was a rolled up mat, her mane of fire, pulled back into a ponytail. She unfurled the mat, facing the window. She looked directly at me, a little smile drawn on her face. Not sure what to do, I gave a wave, standing in my boxers like an idiot.

She began to stretch, arms above her head, neck tilted back, giving an unabashed view of her figure. I was instantly hard, penis strained against the cotton. She leaned over, gravity swinging her breasts forward. I watched as she went through what I figured to be yoga, but I didn't know a downward dog from a farting duck.

What seemed like an eternity, I watched her twist and bend, a light sheen on her skin from the track lighting above her head. She stood up, one leg hiked up, foot rest against her knee. She opened her eyes and took a look at me with a disapproving smirk. I followed the path of her vision, down to my constricting shorts and read her mind. 

After some trepidation, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down, freeing my cock. She smiled again before laying down on her back, pulling her knees up to her chest. She kept up the yoga, and I kept staring. She fin The quick play would be to get dressed, run across the alley, and fall into her vagina like a man possessed, but this was a different game and I didn't know the rules. She finished on her head, elbows on the ground for support. With amazing balance she opened her legs in a split. Her vagina opened slightly and I sucked in my breath with a sharp gasp.

I moved closer to the glass as I stared with wonderment. She stayed in that pose for another minute before standing. She rose up, grabbed a towel off the floor and began to wipe the perspiration from her face and chest. She picked up a bottle of water and began to chug, rivulets running from her mouth and down her neck. When the bottle was empty, she took another look at me, wiggled her fingers in a wave and left the living room, turning out the lights on the way out. Show over. I sighed in frustration, there was no way I was going to get back to sleep without jacking off.

The next day, the numbers on the screen were a blur as I thought about my neighbor. I stood totally naked in front of a stranger and never felt more relaxed. Counting the minutes until I got on the road, I pretended to work. When I got home, another envelope was waiting. I tore it open, not bothering to appreciate the paper this time. Inside was a Skype IM tag, Firecrotch, and a time, 10 PM.

I checked my watch and saw I had a few hours to kill. I cleaned up the apartment, threw something in the microwave and chased it with a few sips of liquid courage. What was going to happen tonight? As time drew near, I pulled back my curtains and picked up my phone. Looking across the street, her blinds were still shut, but I still had a few minutes. I sat on the bar stool next to the kitchen island, excited and apprehensive at the same time. I could be getting set up on America's next game show, "Who wants to look like an asshole?" My phone beeped and I picked it up.

Welcome to the neighborhood, Uptown1. 

She referred to me by my screen name.

You sure know how to welcome the new guy.

 :) 

The sun had since set and I could see glimmers of light behind her still closed blinds. My phone beeped.

I'm thinking about opening up, are you ready? 

I was just clad in boxers, pulling them off and tossing them in the hallway.

 As I'll ever be, I guess.

Her shades slid to the side and the evening show began. She was also sitting on a chair next to the island in the kitchen. She held a phone in her hand, waving it in the air as she said hello.

I like someone who plays by the rules. 

She was smiling, eyes aglow with flirtation.

 What are the rules?

 I'll let you know as we progress. 

Okay, she was a control freak. I reached for my half-empty bottle of beer and took a swig.

First impression. What do you think? Total honesty.

I took a few seconds before I gave her an answer.

Crazy dame, but I wouldn't kick you outta bed.

I watched as she read, pausing to sip from her glass of wine. I couldn't read her reaction, but saw her text back.

Crazy why?

You're naked, in front a stranger.

So are you. What does that say about you?

I'll do anything to get some pussy. Can't say I've done anything this far out.

She read my reply and laughed, placing a hand over the top of her bosom. I watched her shoulders shake as she threw back her head, mouth open in a roar. It was eerie to watch without the benefit of sound. While she had her belly laugh, I became self-conscious of the surrounding apartments. From my vantage point, I saw a number of windows, all of them blacked out. For all I knew, there could be someone peeping between the slats of the generic blinds. They could have binoculars or a camcorder. I could be on the web in a matter of minutes. I swallowed hard, tried to chase away the lump in my throat with more beer. The phone beeped, once again.

 So, you're in this to fuck?

You said you wanted honesty. 

I saw her shake her head in the affirmative as she read my words.

Nothing wrong with that, forgive me when I play hard to get :P 

I laughed and tipped my bottle up to drain the last of my beer when she sent another message.

I was hoping someone would move in, I was getting bored.

How many neighbors to you have?

None above me, yet. Whole floor to myself.

Are you going to keep doing this when people move in?

Why not? It's who I am. Did you know a US Prez liked to skinny dip?

Clinton?

LOL Lyndon Johnson. If it was good enuf 4 him, why not the rest of us?

How lucky am I to be put up across the way from a Nudist? It will make for a fun housewarming party. She sent another text.

Can I ask, what had you so virile, the other night on the phone? 

I grimaced, not sure how much I wanted to divulge to a complete stranger, albeit a nude one. I thought it over and figured, what the hell. I moved my thumbs over the screen as fast as I could, giving her a condensed version. It still took me more than a minute. While she began to read, I went to the kitchen for something stronger.

When I returned, she finished reading and was typing a message of her own.

I know the feeling. I had an ex that made me feel the same way and it took me a long time to cleanse him from my soul. Think of me as your silver lining, if you never answered the phone, you would have missed meeting me. :)

So, what's the deal with the nudity? How did you start?

I'm an artist. Love the naked form. Clothing is such a hindrance, but I can't very well go outside like this. Would if I could.

She moved to the back of the couch and picked up a large piece of canvas, holding in up in front of the window. It was a portrait of naked fairies. Vibrant colors that jumped off the frame, looking more like a photo than a painting.

Nice

Thank you. This is the last of my collection. My others sold rather quickly.

She carefully set it down against the far wall and went back to her seat.

I was just looking for someone who appreciates the body the way I do. You'll be okay with my curtains open most of the time?

Nothing a cold shower won't fix. LOL

For the better part of the hour, we just chatted. Found out we were both transplants, me from the Big Apple, her from Colorado. We shared the same gripes about the new city, she gave me pointers on the best stores for grocery shopping, gas, and other neighborly advice. The more we talked, the more comfortable I became. I wasn't fazed with being naked as much, but it could have been the alcohol. The small talk finished, I watched her rise from her perch and take a seat on the couch in her living room. She patted the next to her and I took it as my cue to come into my own living room. I had a nice leather chaise in the corner that I pulled out in front of my coffee table. Before sitting, I ran into the bedroom and grabbed a towel, placing it over the seat. Sweaty ass is not a good aroma on leather.

Comfy? 

She propped herself up on the armrest of the couch, her feet pointing in my direction.

Yeah. It's my turn to ask. First impression? 

She took her time to reply, pouring the rest of the wine into her glass.

Your initial shyness turned me on.

Did it now? How much?

I couldn't sleep until I played with myself, that's how much.

I was instantly hard. She wasn't doing that well at playing hard to get. My dick, wedged between my crossed thighs, broke free and bounced against my leg. Her eyes opened a little wider and she began to text.

Quite the reaction there. I'm flattered

I stopped trying to hide my excitement, laying back on the chaise so she could get a full look as I replied.

Details about that night. Please.

She propped a leg up, giving me a view. She ran a hand down her belly and between her legs, her fingers hovering right over her vagina, before returning to the phone.

I don't use a dildo, just fingers. She dropped a leg to the floor, spreading wider. I play with my hair, first. Pulling on the tiny ones, giving myself a shock. I like a little pain.

I let out a little grunt as I read her words on the screen.

How bout u? What did you do after you saw me?

The first night. Nothing. Too much on my mind. The second night, I had to rub one out. 

Details. 

My hands slightly shook as I typed, thankful for auto-text.

I start with the head, pinching it a little. When I get big I start from the base and work it up and down.

Lube?

Cocoa Butter. Ever since I was in college.

I love that smell. 

She got up from the couch and disappeared somewhere into the darkened apartment. When she returned, she was unscrewing a small jar. I watched as she scooped out a dollop and began to smear it on her breasts and belly, pausing to smell the tips of her fingers. She began to type with one hand.

More.

Cupping my balls, I gently squeezed them, then grabbing my shaft, feeling the heat pulsing from it. I wasn't too far from one-hand typing, myself.

I think about tongue and lips, love oral. I always squeeze when I get to the head.

I watched as she read, her free hand running circles around a nipple. Her breath quickened slightly as she squeezed the plump nub and she narrowed her eyes.

Can picture it.

She bit her bottom lip, flicked her nipple with a thumb. I slowly started to stroke myself. Too occupied with watching her to get my own lotion, I pulled on the taunt skin of my throbbing cock. I had to force myself to pace.

Clit like a pearl. So hard. If I touch, I come. Loud.

My breath became heavy. This was more intense than any casual hookup. She reached through the windows across, fucking my mind, with authority. I've sexted before, even jumped on Cam4 once for a goof, but this was somehow different.

Pussy wet. 

She stuck a single digit inside, pulling it out and rubbing it on her lips like balm. 

How does it taste?

Sweet. I wouldn't mind sharing one day.

I dropped my phone, swiveling in the chair. I continued to jerk my cock, the air in the apartment was stifling, drops of sweat ran from underneath my arms and landed on my thighs. I continued to tug, running my hand up and down my entire shaft. The phone beeped and I leaned forward to snatch it up.

What would you do 2 me? 




My Next Door Neighbor



Reluctantly, I released my dick and began to tap out my fantasy.

Do you like massage?

yep

I'll start at those toes. Each toe will get time. I'll rub your ankles, your calves, the backs of your knees.

She rubbed her ankles together, licking her lips as she read. Looking up at me, she stared at the swaying phallus between my legs.

Keep going.

I'm climbing higher, kneading your thighs. You feel my dick brushing against your leg. But I won't put it in. Not yet.

Tease

My hands are on your breasts, very warm. Twisting your nipples.

I like it rough.

My eyes jumped from my screen to the window. I pawed away a bead of sweat from my forehead, wiping it off on my thigh as I kept typing. I didn't know who was more turned on.

Feel my hands on your collarbone, ur beautiful neck. I'm on top of you. Can you feel me?

Yes!

My thick cock is on your belly, moving against you as you breathe. I'm rubbing your ears, your eyebrows, your scalp. Running my fingers through that excellent head of hair. 

She beamed at the last message, blowing me a kiss.

I'm behind you, rubbing your shoulders. You feel my erection poking you in the shoulders as I rub you. I lean over. I can't leave those tits alone.

 You're so bad. I like.

I took a break, leaning back on the chaise. I watched her watch me. She took a breast in her free hand, lifting it till she was able to lick the nipple. I slowly nodded my approval, tracing a thumb over my mushroomed head, coating it with pre-come until it was shiny. My mind was racing a mile a minute. She lifted her phone to text, a few seconds later I saw what she wrote.

Want me to suck you?

I will rub it over your face and lips, but I won't let you have it. Not yet.

U tease.

You're gonna beg first

I looked across the street as she ran a hand from her lips, across her throat, down her belly, resting between her legs. She spread her thighs wider, pulling her knees back, exposing her thick slit. She started to play with herself, two, then three fingers, moving in and out in a slow rhythm. I wrapped my fingers around myself, stroking and squeezing.

I'm sooo wet.

After sending that last text, she dropped the phone, grabbing a handful of tit as she plunged her fingers inside. I furiously began to text before it was too late.

STOP

She picked up the phone and read my demand.

I want to come tho

Not yet.

She pulled her fingers away, grabbing her stomach in frustration. I began to write.

I'm going to rub the head against that juicy slit, back and forth until you beg me to slam it in.

Hot.

I'm going to slowly push this cock inside you. You are so tight, I can feel it. I'm going deep.

I began to stroke faster in her direction. She was on the edge, clawing marks on her tummy.

I'm sucking ur nips. Biting them, making you moan.

She grabbed her breasts in response, her tongue hanging slightly out. She gyrated her hips against the cushions. I could see the glisten of her excitement on her puffy vulva.

I can't txt ne more. I want to jst watch

She tossed her phone to the side, as did I. My hand became a blur, as did hers. She sucked her nipple as she fingered herself with unabashed delirium . Her hips bucked, head thrown back against the armrest, mouth open in a silent howl. I got up off the chaise, scrambling to the window. A sweaty palm slapped against the pane of glass, I shuddered as I felt the swelling in my lower abdomen. Her ass raised off the couch, I watched her come with ferocity. She rolled off the couch and onto the floor in shaking exhaustion. Clenching my teeth together as I started to erupt, I saw her crawl towards her window. She licked the glass as I began to drench my own with rapid fire splatters of seed. My legs shook as I kept coming, imagining that the shots were reaching into her living room, covering her in the sticky jism. When I had nothing left, I sunk to my knees, spent, leaning against the sill. I felt like I've run multiple wind sprints, out of breath, aching limbs.

The cast aside phone, beeped. I fell towards it, picking it up with my cleaner hand.

I haven't come that hard in ages. Fukin awesum.

Same.

What now?

I guess asking you out for a cup of coffee is kinda lame?

LOL It won't be so weird, seeing that we don't know each other names yet. 



My Next Door Neighbor



This is a story about how I saw my neighbor undressing and I go over there because my wife is gone and we fuck.

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