Next Door Neighbor

Then she got to the other night when her boyfriend was with her. She asked me if I liked her show and I told her yes. Then she asked me if I wished that I was the one with her that night. When I told her yes, she screamed and started shaking in her second orgasm, almost knocking me down the stairs.

When she was done shaking from her orgasm, I took her into my bedroom, laying her across my bed. The first thing that I did was to start licking her pussy. I had just a tease earlier, now I was getting a face full of her. I licked up and down the inside of her thighs, just along the hairline to her pussy, making sure to get a very good look while I was this close. From there, I moved in and kissed along the side of her pussy, grazing her lips with the side of my cheeks. Next I moved into her pussy, licking and nibbling on those lips, moving ever closer to her clit. When I got there, I put a finger in her while I kissed and sucked on her clit. It wasn’t long before I brought her to another orgasm.

When I was done, I moved up and started fucking her. After all of the excitement of the evening, it wasn’t long before I came.

When I was done, she got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. She came back out into the main room and started putting her bra on. Reaching behind her back to fasten the clasps, she paused for a second and then took it back off. “These are yours,” she said reaching for her sweat pants instead. She put them on and walked down the steps topless, leaving her bra and panties on my couch.

I walked over to the window to watch her walk back to her apartment, hoping for one last look at that body of hers. Instead, I heard a several cars honking out front, so I ran over to the window that overlooked the street out front. She was standing on the sidewalk naked with her arms up in the air waving at the passing cars. She leaned forward like she was bowing, or something then she turned towards me, spread her legs and bent over mooning the passing cars. She stood up and ran around back, making it into her apartment before I could get to the other window.

When she got up there, she pulled an oversized sweatshirt out of one of the boxes and put it on. She grabbed the two remaining boxes and left the bedroom. I saw her a couple of moments later putting them in her car and she drove away. I never saw her again after that night. I never knew her name.

I woke up the next morning thinking that I had one hell of a wet dream until I walked into the living room and found her lace underwear on my couch. I later found her sweats on the steps to the front porch.