The Girl Next Door Ch. 01

I didn't even pay attention to what I was exactly saying. I kept talking about his muscular chest, his six pack, his hard tight and...

"His dick is probably as big as a horse's," I heard my voice and I looked thrilled at Erik, who was glancing at me with sparkling blue eyes and with a wide grin.

I suppose he felt how uneasy I became suddenly for talking about such things, so he took over the lead: "And what about the woman?"

Though I knew exactly that my dear friend was not exactly untouched by the man, but the man's wife obviously interested him more. Even if he hadn't known anything about her by then.

"She's totally different," I answered to him instinctively. "She's the kind who is simply untouched by time. Slender, pretty... if I hadn't known that it was impossible I would be sure that she was under thirty."

"Why impossible?"

I thrilled by the words of Erik and my eyes widened.

"Why? Okay, of course a man who finds a woman that is younger than him with at least ten or fifteen years and she even marries him, is a lucky bastard. But nowadays... it isn't impossible at all."

He was right. Considering this, that woman could easily be as old as I was, or older with one or two years. My main point was that if she had a daughter like that, she couldn't be younger than thirty-eight. Though I only had one glance at her, she didn't seem to be the type that fells in love with an older man, gets pregnant, marries the man and gives birth to the child. I didn't know. She seemed to be a more sober-minded woman. And this seemed to be a telling argument but I didn't want to mention the girl. The girl that made me nervous again. And if I did talk about her now, Erik knew me as much as to see from it what was eating me and he wouldn't stop until we talked every single detail about the girl, and until I was totally turned on.

"It shows," I told him. "Believe me I feel things like this!" I tried. "A heartbreaker woman. Young, fresh, but at the same time... she has a reflection... which makes her considerably over thirty."

"I believe you," grinned Erik. I was sure that he suspected that there was something else that I hadn't talked about but he was understanding enough to not mention it. "Go on! How is she? I want to know everything."

He became impatient. I sure he was interested in the man also, but now when I was talking about the woman...

"She is really beautiful," I closed me eyes again to imagine the youthful creature. "She's the kind who... at least seemingly, acts like a respectful wife and a responsible mother. She wears conservative long dresses with flower designs on it, she smiles politely at everybody, she snuggles meaningfully to her husband... at the same time all this highlights her youthful reflection. She has mid-long black hair that she presses back with only a ribbon to avoid hanging into her face, and it is unloosed onto her shoulders. Her moderate smile carries some kind of mischievousness and her brown eyes looks curiously at the world, while the wind flutters her loose dress, showing her seductive figure off a little, her long legs, her slender body, her breasts that fit into one's palms perfectly...

I released my fantasy again. I didn't even see the woman as much as the man, so the picture before me was more the creature of my imagination, but Erik didn't care about that. He was squirming next to me from time to time, and I also felt something moving in me.

As I slowly opened my eyes my head turned exactly at that direction, and I saw the swelling that was growing between Erik's thighs. He bent his leg that was closer to me and placed it on the roof, and he pulled the other on floor to place it next to the other that was resting on the roof. He supported his body this way. His legs were opened in the right angle and between his legs his jeans tensed on his coach. It highlighted flagrantly the little guy that was about to burst out from there.

My blood was throbbing in my veins. I didn't glance at my watch, but I knew that those fifteen minutes were over. I have a good sense of time, I could tell that I wouldn't make it in time if I run down right then to the seminar, but I didn't care. I didn't want to be there now. I would probably stress out of how I would learn to the exam later what was presented there. But I gave no shit now. I didn't even care abut the girls that were smoking near to us, if they were there at all. I only saw the new tenants in front of me in my over-stereotyped, idealized version, and Erik's mischievously grinning face, the swelling between his legs.

I broke away from reality even more, as I continued in an overly heated voice describing the angelic creature that was born from the figure of my neighbour-woman. The passion was flaming inside me.

"Her body is a body of an angel. Perfect, slender body with mildly cambered lines, from which her breasts are towering as hills with nipples on their peaks that looks like pink battlements," I said as my hand moved forward slowly. At first I dropped to that knee of Erik's that was at my side, I made my way upwards.

"Her thighs are long and smooth. Her movements are effortless like a blow of wind, like if it was only an illusion, but when she touches you and wraps her legs around you, she's able to develop such a great power that no one in the world.

My hand reached Erik's crotch. With my index finger and my thumb I unbuttoned his jeans, and I only had to move his underpants away a bit to make his tool jump out.

"Her thighs are firing, little drops are glistening on her fluffy groin as her pussylips open and look at you with desire," I went on and I placed my hand on Erik's dick, and started to move on it slowly up and down. He leaned his head back, pressing it to the wall that we were both leaning against. He enjoyed my crooning and my touch with eyes closed.

"As she puts your dick into her mouth it's just like the caress of the fresh wind. Her lips are moving slowly up and down... up and down... up and down..."

Erik moaned out and his sticking dick pumped between my fingers. I supposed that he was imagining the scene as the idealized woman who was not even as similar to my new neighbour as to anyone else. And whom place I imagined her daughter kneeling between his legs, howevermuch I was struggling against this, and as she moves the tool slowly in her mouth. My hands were acting just like they were a mouth that was caressing him. The peak of his tool was covered with pre-juices already.

"She holds onto your legs in order to pull you deep inside her. She circles with her tongue around your pumping manliness, while she places her lips around it as she would never be willing to let it out."

Erik was moaning more heavily. I suspected that he wasn't hearing anything from what I was saying. He was totally sunken into the image, which made him so excited that his tool was pumping heavily between my fingers.

I turned on totally as well. I was squirming to make the feeling of my soaking wet panties endurable. My mouth went dry. I didn't say a word, I only stared at Erik and the pulsating dick between my fingers, and I slowly leaned over it to take it in my mouth.

Erik moaned even loudly now. If someone was near to us, he couldn't have a doubt about what was going on behind this cubical engineering conveyance. But I didn't care about that, and most likely Erik had no idea where he was. He didn't have to imagine that someone was sucking his dick. He didn't have to imagine my fingers as a mouth. He really had a woman's lips around him, even if she wasn't that perfect he had imagined.

I was turned on pretty much. With my free hand, with which I hadn't been holding Erik's dick to keep it in the right angle for the sucking, I unbuttoned my pants impatiently and push my hand inside my panties stroking, fingering my hungrily pleading pussy.

Erik finally moaned loudly, and his juices from his tool broke out as the lava breaks out from a volcano or the water from a sprinkle. The feeling came over me too. Erik's sigh of relive filled my ears. This was too much. My body tensed too, and my pussy tightened around my finger inside me. With Erik's dick in my mouth I moaned out as I came on the top of the building of the University.

*

"This was fucking awesome, little girl," panted Erik when he could catch his tongue. We lay next to each other on the top of the building with our shoulders leaned against the wall. Both of ours pants were opened. My soaking wet panties was visible from under them and his softening manliness too.

I looked down next to the building. We were high, not really at the edge of the top. Probably no one had seen us from under. And who would watch us here? But for hearing the voices no one had to stand close to us. But I didn't bother with that.

"It was fucking awesome," repeated Erik and smiled at me. "I needed this."

"You're welcome," I grinned too.

"I see you're in a better mood now," he stroked my cheek.

As he said this all my peace went away and I was thinking about that girl again. But I didn't show this now.

"You should write about this."

"About what?" I came back fastly to reality.

"This whole thing," Erik smiled mischievously, while he put his dick back to his underpants as if a movement of sign. "But I was thinking of the woman. You could write about as they having sex with her husband."

"Maybe," I shrugged. "I don't know."

We had broken away from reality so much that it seemed too surrealistic, too... fantastic to write about anything like this. An ideal sex... or something like that. But I will might write about this little adventure here on the top.

I smiled at the thought and I looked cheerfully at Erik, who laughed silently from the sight of my bold face. Though he didn't manage to cheer me up totally, but I hid away from him the storm that was rampaging in me now.

"What are you two doing up here?" A voice broke the moment. That gave us a jump and we looked up from the transformer station (or what the bloody hell was this thing that we were leaning at) to the figure appearing in front of us. Luckily we had already arranged our clothes so we only seemed to be enjoying the sunshine and nothing more.

"Why?" I glanced at the guy towering over us. I recognized the guy with who I had field-works together like the one that was about to start after the three hours long nightmare presentation.

"The lesson is about to start, B," he stared at me. "We're going to be late."

"So soon?" I glanced at my watch. I have a good sense of time, but after an erotically overheated conversation like this (not to mention the blow job), I suppose everybody would loose their sense of time.

And really, we had spent the greater part of the break that followed the presentation with giving pleasures to each other and now I only had minutes left.

"Thanks for telling me," I said to the guy while I was standing up. "And thanks to you to," I smiled at Erik. "I have to go now, but we'll talk later."

Erik only smiled and nodded as I run towards the stairs, and from the corner of my eyes I saw him leaning against the wall contentedly with his hands on the back of his head.

To be continued!