Meeting the Neighbors

It was a winter morning like any other. I was heading to campus without many expectations for the day. Since it was Friday, I looked forward to a night of back-to-back episodes of my favorite TV series and a break from studying. So far I hadn't met anyone at university and my classes were remedial, so there was nothing interesting to fill my school days.

The unusual snow for the city of Athens had melted and I was walking without care to take my scooter and head to campus. That turned out to be a mistake. Too busy looking at the clear blue sky sipping and hot coffee, I slipped on a patch of black ice and went flying into the side door of a parked car.

Before I knew what happened I was on all fours, and I had made a fine mess on the side of the door with my coffee. Carefully, I grabbed the handle on the passenger side and pulled myself up. As I rose up past the window I saw them - the crystal blue dildo and the OKM erotic magazine in plain view on the passenger seat.

I only stared for a second, but something inside me twitched. It wasn't physical, my pussy didn't get wet and my nipples didn't get hard. But I knew that something different and unexpected had just happened. It was such an unusual moment and an unusual sight; I couldn't understand how I felt and I didn't have time to figure it out now. Instead of hanging around and waiting to explain all of this to the owner of the car, I just jumped on my scooter and took off.

On the way back from my study spot I took the same route. I wondered to myself if I would see the kinky car again, and sure enough, the blue Ford was parked in the same place. I recognized it from the coffee stain, the magazine and the dildo were gone from the front seat.

My unusual day continued into the night. Usually, I'm not one to reflect on my life, only on special occasions like New Year's Eve or my birthday. Yet, I couldn't help myself that night. Especially when it came to my sex life. I locked my door and took off my clothes, then dumped out my purse on the bed. I was looking for my ID and my university pass. I put them side to side. Xanthi P. - Nineteen years old - A university student in Chemistry. In my ID photo I was 17 and my face showed the extra weight I carried back then - at least then I had a boyfriend and we slept together on a regular basis. Two years later the extra weight was gone, and in the colored photo you would see an attractive white woman with dark blond hair and blue eyes. The rest of my 5'8" frame certainly wasn't athletic, but it wasn't overweight. You could say I had some meat on my bones.

How on earth had I managed to stay single for two years? It was a typical fear of losing my freedom, combined with too much romanticism and the belief that love and sex should be a great adventure.

I supported my head with my hands, looking between the photos and thinking. I rested my elbows on the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the floor, I realized that I was in the perfect position for a man to come from behind and bone me. But that would never happen unless I could be more outgoing and adventurous, like the people who owned the car and the dildo.

But who were the owners of that car anyway?

In fact, That wasn't so hard to find out. The next morning I saw them from my bedroom window getting into the blue Ford, and I realized that I knew them. They were my next door neighbors. The couple lived in the house next to ours for years. They were in their mid-thirties, they had three dogs and owned a bakery shop nearby.

I got dressed and went downstairs to the building directory. The couple conveniently had their names written next to their buzzer - hers was Arta and his was Edi. I was excited by the prospect, almost as if I had met them. I took another step by visiting their bakery shop to see them up-close.

I saw Arta right away working at the register. I tried not to look at her with blatant awe but it was hard not to be drawn into her. She stood 6 feet tall without an ounce of fat on her, with flawless skin, and flowing hair that was meant for a shampoo commercial. Her face was wolfish and cunning, but it was balanced by her radiant smile. I wasn't able to see Edi at the bakery, so I had to be even more daring, I had to follow them around when they were walking their dogs after work. Edi was shorter than Arta, but from his thick neck, stocky frame you could easily see his strength, especially in his powerful hands. For a more diminutive man to attract such a stunning woman like Arta he must have other charms. I couldn't help but wonder how much it had to do with what he carried between his legs. Following from short distance, I could see his well toned legs and butt showing through his tight blue jeans. I imagined him using all that muscle to thrust into me with his hard member. It turned me on so much; I felt myself getting wet right there on the street

After learning who they were and how they looked, my interest in Arta and Edi actually started to fade. But with them living next door, it was impossible to completely forget about them.

A few days later I was out on the terrace of my house hanging out clothes to dry. Arta and Edi's terrace was right next to mine and noticed that Arta's laundry was up there as well. At first I thought she didn't wash her clothes properly and they shrank. Then I realized that it was all tiny lingerie underwear and I gasped at awe.

It must have taken me three minutes to hang the next shirt out because I couldn't stop thinking about Arta's slender figure in the sexy underwear driving her boyfriend or husband crazy. What was Edi to her?

After that day on the terrace, Arta and Edi became my real life dream. I fantasized about spending a weekend at their house. In my daydreams Edi would come on to me or Arta would offer me to him, and together we would make love to him. As I got more wrapped in my fantasies I saw myself making love to Arta as well. That was something completely new for me, but soon I wanted nothing more than to have her spread my legs and fuck me with her blue dildo. Later I took it yet another step by secretly taking their photos. I printed the and laid them on my naked body when I played with myself.

Every time Arta hung her clothes out to dry I would go to my terrace to look at them. Our terrace and theirs is at the same level and the to houses between are less that three feet apart. I was captivated by her more than Edi. She was my role model. The very site of her or her clothes caused my pussy to clench.

Gradually, the thought of stealing some of Arta's clothes crept into my mind. It wasn't the act of stealing that excited me but baving something that had been on her body would make my fantasies so much more real. One day she forgot her clothes and left them out well into the night. Rain started to pour and the wind picked up, and I knew it was the perfect chance to sate my obsession.

I jumped the short gap to their terrace and grabbed a few articles. I hoped that she would blame the missing clothes on the wind and storm. I took everything back to my room and striped off my soaked clothes. I sat naked on the floor looking at what I had. My heart was pounding fast in my ears, and my whole body shivered in a nervous sweat. On the floor in front of me lay a red g-string and a black thong. However, I was disappointed. The wet wrinkled panties looked like something that belonged in the garbage. Suddenly they were so unappealing; I couldn't believe that I became a thief for this. I wasn't going to do that again, but after I thought about it I decided to wash the sexy stolen goods properly since I went to so much trouble to get them.

The first chance I got, I tried them on. Surprisingly, I looked amazing in Arta's thong and g-string. They were one size small for me but that didn't matter. I got so horny that I started touching myself right there. From then on, whenever I was alone and I had Arta's underwear on I couldn't stop playing with my pussy.

Several months passed from the time I first saw the magazine and the dildo in Arta and Edi's car. All the fantasies, the stalking and the stealing were giving me a sense of adventure I never had before, but it was no longer enough to satisfy me. I wanted real human contact, I was tired of feeling like a pervert and a theif.

I subscribed to OKM magazine and started receiving it through a PO box. I wanted to see what kind of things my neighbors might like before I went any further. I learned it was a magazine for swingers. Most of the pages were ads for men, women or couples that wanted to meet.

In a flash of inspiration, I came up with the idea to approach Arta and Edi through the magazine, and I started sending letters to any couple I could find. I was receiving 20 letters in reply a month for more that 5 months but I could not find Arta and Edi. Something had gone wrong. Arta and Edi must not post in the magazine, or they simply weren't interested in my letters.

A year had passed since I first discovered Arta and Edi, and I began to consider some proposals from other couples in OKM. But before I did that, I had to talk to Arta and Edi face-to- face. I felt confident; if they were equally minded people, they wouldn't have an issue with me approaching them like this.

One Saturday morning when my parents were at work, I rang at their door. Arta answered and she recognized me from the bakery, but didn't know my name. I asked to talk to her and she welcomed me inside when she realized that I lived next door. She mentioned that her husband was away as she led me into the living room.

Everything was modern and new inside, just like I imagined it. Arta could tell from my brooding expression that I didn't come to make small talk, and obviously something big was on my mind.

She encouraged me to share my thoughts with her. Her voice seemed to carry genuine concern, and that empowered me to tell her all about my little discovery in their car. She was surprised but not worried from my revelation and wanted to know why I was telling her that after a year.

I was blushing and suddenly I got really excited. I raced to tell her most of the things I had done to meet them. I spoke so rapidly that I ran out of breath and choked at the end. Arta brought me a glass of water and encouraged me with her smile and playful way to open up and keep talking. I told her about my fantasies with them. I was enjoying myself immensely, I felt like I was mentally striping naked in front of her, letting all out. Although maybe not everything.

In return Arta even told me the story about how the dildo and magazine ended up in her front seat. The night before my discovery, they had returned from a trip in Albania. On the way back she was bored and she did a few tricks with the dildo. When they made it back home to Athens, her and Edi went straight to bed to fuck, and in the process they forgot the dildo and the magazine in the car.

As we talked more and more about fantasies, I confessed that I had imagined making love to her and a threesome with her and Edi. It was then that I slipped up and confessed that also fantasized about stealing from other people.

Arta's body language was clearly excited; her soft lips were parted and she looked at me through half-lidded bedroom eyes. Her expression instantly hardened when she heard about the stealing fantasy. Suddenly she looked like a wolf ready to attack. She asked me if I had done something like that for real. I knew I was in trouble and I couldn't answer her, but my silence and my averted eyes said everything. She snapped at me in anger. Her voice came out glass breaking. She threw me out of their house right then and told me that if I bothered her or Edi again, she would tell my parents everything.

I was incredibly embarrassed that she thought of me as a pervert, not to mention that I blew any chance I had to realize my fantasies. After a week I decided the right thing was to give her back her sexy underwear. I placed them all in a plastic bag and left it in the terrace of their house. Later I started saying hello when I saw Arta in public. At first she wouldn't answer back, but after a while she would return my hello with a smile. With this mending of our relationship I began to get over my feelings of self-pity and started to hope that I still might make my fantasies come true somehow.

The last working day before Christmas I was returning home from the university when I saw Arta and Edi getting in their car and driving off. Both of the were very elegantly dressed, but Arta managed to also look extremely erotic. When she got in the car and took off her coat I saw her black backless dress with the deep front opening that flattered her nicely formed breasts. Dressed like that, they weren't heading to any normal Réveillon celebration. Since I was already on my scooter I impulsively decided to follow them.

They drove to the center of Athens and arrived at a club. Everyone entering there was dressed impeccably and that made me hesitant about following them inside because as I was in my street clothes. I got on my scooter and left but I didn't get very far. The more I thought about the club and all the possibilities that night could hold, I was drawn back. After a few circles around the block I parked nearby and went inside.

I gave the woman in the reception my helmet and jacket. I looked her up and down and then did the same to myself; she was wearing a black see-through dress without a bra and I was wearing sneakers, blue jeans and a t-shirt under my jacket. She could tell that I was not dressed for the occasion and asked me if I was looking for something or waiting for someone.

"Where is the party?" I asked her boldly, and she pointed me to the end of the corridor.

I peeked inside from behind a curtain, unsure of what to do. There were about forty people inside and in one corner was Arta talking to another woman. I was afraid that if Arta saw me she would be angry at me again and make a scene. I closed the curtain and rested my head against the wall thinking what to do. I opened the curtain again to take one last look before leaving. I scanned the room, and to my horror Arta was staring me dead in the face.

I turned to leave but she caught up before I could make it past the reception.

"What are you doing here my little one?" she asked, not upset.

I recoiled from her, confused at her smiling face. "Aren't you mad that I followed you here?"

"You know I think I like you, you're just a curious little thing that can't help herself. But tonight is my husband's birthday and I can't spare the time for you now."

She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips then she waved goodbye and left me frozen on the spot.

"Wow, was that your girlfriend?" The receptionist asked me.

"I wish," I whispered to myself staring at the curtain where Arta had disappeared through.

"Did you have a fight?" The receptionist continued.

"Yes, it's a long story."

"Tell me...," she said and offered me a drink.

Suddenly we were chatting like best friends. I told her the whole story from the first time I saw Arta and Edi's car.

"Why don't you offer them a gift of reconciliation? And by that I mean your body is the gift. A make up fuck always makes things better, and from what I understand it would make you very happy too." she told me when I was finished telling my story.

"But that's the problem," I told her ,"she said no when I first asked her!"

"Don't worry, I will help you. You just be ready to fuck hard!" she said.

I was so turned on from spilling my whole story to her. I was ready to go, I felt like I could fuck two football teams with a whole stadium watching.

She took me up to the second floor and led me to a deserted restroom.

"Take of your clothes and wait for me, I will come back to help you get ready," she said and left for the party area.

When she returned the receptionist was as excited as I was. She helped me tie my wild curly hair back and picked a nice red lipstick to put on. Under her advice I removed my bra and tied-up my plain white tshirt to show off my 30DD tits. I left on the pink lace panties and my red Adidas shoes. She continued to primp my hair and even finished me off with body glitter. Then she wrote a message for Edi on my body in red marker.

When she was done she led me into one of the stalls and closed the door behind me. She told me to wait for the singing and then put my hands on the wall and bend over with my back to the door. I saw her place a box of condoms on the floor. She wished me a good luck and lots of fun, then disappeared without another word.

A few minutes passed and outside the bathroom I heard a happy singing "happy birthday to you" and after the applause and something that sounded like gift offering Arta announced to her husband that she had a present for him.

My heart was beating hard knowing it was me she was talking about. My time was up and I placed my palms flat on the wall and bent my ass towards the stall door.

The door creaked open and light poured in. I felt Edi's footsteps approaching and he laid his hands on my back, as if to read the message in Braile.

"Happy birthday Edi, with love Arta! Xanthis says thank you," He read aloud. With little hesitation he stripped off my panties and read the words Happy Birthday written across my buttocks.

"You must have paid a lot of money to get her for me," said Edi. "At least 300 Euros. Thank you" I heard Arta step in and kiss him.

"I didn't pay a cent," said Arta. She grabbed me unceremoniously and spun me around to face them.

Arta hid her surprise well - the receptionist hadn't told her who Edi's present was! Her eyes opened wide and her smile briefly formed into a look of doubt. I feared that she wasn't okay with what was happening.

"I met Xanthi in the magazine. She does this because she likes it," said Arta, improvising quickly. She winked at me reached down to fondle her husband's bulge through his jeans. and continued to say "although I believe she is a bit shy about our presence."

Arta was absolutely right. I felt the same fear as the first time I stole, only now my pussy was throbbing, not my heart.

Arta opened her husband's zipper and pulled out his hard cock. She then walked around behind me and pushed me down on my knees in front of Edi. I stared at his hard cock for a few seconds taking in his scent, and then took him in my mouth without using my hands. I kept them behind my back even though no one told to keep them there.

Edi was hard before I took his cock in my mouth, and not even a minute later he pulled out and said that he couldn't wait any more and wanted to fuck me. I got on my feet and obediently bent over a sink while Arta took my panties from around my ankles and rolled a lubricated condom onto her husband's hard dick. He grabbed me by the hips without any foreplay and thrusted his member right into the depths of my pussy. Immediately I was moaning uncontrollably and I begged him to fuck me harder. A finger tickled my asshole and then I felt hands caress my back. I had surrendered to the rhythmic pull and push of Edi's cock and only came to my senses when he had a screaming orgasm.

Edi pulled out and I heard him trying to catch his breath. I looked back and watched Arta standing next to my ass, fondling me and smiling.

"Xanthi, did you like my husband's cock?" she said half-joking.

Before I could answer, Arta kissed me on the cheek and whispered to me that I was invited to the party downstairs. With that, her and Edi left the room.

I cleaned myself a little at the sink and tried to think what I should do next. A part of me wanted to go to the party but I wasn't sure. I am not extroverted and I was out of place in big crowds. I considered making an excuse to leave right away, but I couldn't back out of this now that Arta and Edi had made my fantasies come true, and promised more.