[MF] (Xpost from SluttyConfessions) Spying on my neighbour UPDATE | 2016

First post: https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/85z18z/24m_spying_on_my_f_neighbour_advice/

Thanks for the feedback and advice I got on my last post; I just thought I'd share an update on what happened!

The short version of the last story is that I have an attractive neighbour in the apartment next to mine. Our windows face each other, and neither of us like to close our curtains at night. This has meant that I've seen her undressing a few times, and I'd wondered if she'd noticed me noticing.

About a day after I posted the last message, in the late afternoon, I was doing work at my desk (conveniently in front of the window), and I noticed my neighbour and a friend go into her room. I make eye contact with the neighbour, and a moment later I hear them giggling from across the alleyway. I try to focus on my work for a few minutes, but I hear more giggling a minute later. I glance up from my computer, and see a sign stuck up on the window. It says: "Hey, I'm Sofie*". I stare at this for a solid minute, and see my neighbour lift her head above the level of the wall, and quickly duck down again when she sees me looking. My heart starts racing. I quickly scribble down a note on some paper, search around for some bluetac, and stick a sign up in my window introducing myself. I wait, and after what feels like the longest time, I see that the sign has been changed. The new one reads "It'd be cool to get to know my neighbour. Text me on [number]".

I can barely believe what's happening at this stage, but I fire a text through saying "Hey, its Mike* here. Is this Sofie?" It takes 5 minutes to get a reply, but eventually she responds "Yep that's the one :). How was your day?" I tell her that my day was good, and ask her about hers. Hers was also good. I decide to be a bit daring, and ask her if she had plans for the evening. She tells me that she doesn’t. I suggest that we meet up. She agrees.

An hour later we meet at the street corner to go for an evening stroll. The weather is warm, and pleasant. We chat about work and study; she works as a carer at a rest home, but wants to study nursing. I’m coming to the end of a law degree. I ask how old she is. She’s 18; it’s her first time flatting this year. She’s good company. Eventually there’s a lull in the conversation. “So how come you put that note up?” I ask. She pauses, then answers; “Well, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity. And I thought you were cute.” There’s another pause, and then she asks; “Why did you reply?” “I guess I thought you were pretty cute too.” I respond. We’re standing side by side at this stage. I raise a hand, and gently place it on her back. She turns to look at me. We make eye contact, and almost as one, we move in for the kiss. Our lips lock, and my other hand moves to her waist, as hers move around to my back. We draw away. We’ve done a lap of the block, and are standing close to her flat. “Do you want to hang out at mine for a bit?” she asks. I smile at her. “Definitely.”

She takes my hand and leads me towards the front door, and inside. The hallways are dark, but she guides me to her room. She turns on a lamp. I pause a moment surveying her room. It’s almost exactly as I imagined it. There’s a clothes rack on one wall, sitting where I could never see it behind the curtain from my room across the alley. There’s a low bed sitting in the middle of the room, below the level of her window. She’s standing next to her bed, looking at me expectantly. I look her up and down. She’s about 5’3 tall, and everything is perfectly in proportion. Her breasts look like C cups, and she has a perky ass, perched at the top of a slim set of legs.
I move towards her decisively, sit down on the bed next to her, and kiss her again. My hands go to her sides, and I guide her so that she lies down. I kiss her passionately, and slip a hand under her top. She takes the cue and takes her t shirt off, and I slip a hand to her back and unclip her bra, reavealing a beautiful set of breasts, surrounded by gentle tan lines. My hand next goes to her crotch, and I start to gently feel her clit through her jeans, and she starts to rub my growing cock through mine. I think ‘fuck it’ and undo my pants, and strip off my pants and shirt, so that I’m now naked, and she’s wearing just her jeans. She gasps a little when she sees my 8 inch cock for the first time, and starts to suck on it, but I push her away, and tug off her jeans and panties, revealing a completely clean-shaven pussy.

Now that she’s completely naked, I straddle her chest, and slip my throbbing cock into her mouth to get wet. She sucks enthusiastically, and I reach backwards towards her pussy, and start fingering her clit. She starts to moan loudly, and suck more vigorously. I slip a finger between her labia, and discover that she’s now soaking wet. I can’t wait any longer, so I pull my cock from her mouth, move back to line it up with her pussy, and plunge it in. She gasps as I slide it in, and I kiss her hard. She’s moaning hard, so I put my hands on her beautiful breasts, gaze at her beautiful body for a moment, and start fucking hard. She starts moaning harder, which just encourages me to go harder; feeling the head of my cock hit her cervix with each stroke. Soon, her nails dig into my back, and she moans into my ear “I’m going to cum.” I keep thrusting, and feel her tip over the edge, as she first tenses up, and then goes almost limp, but I don’t stop. I whisper back “Where do you want my cum”, and she just shrugs. I take this as an invitation to mark my turf. I pull out, and straddle her chest again. Her mouth goes to the tip of my cock, sending me over the edge, and I spray cum all over her face, mouth, and neck. She gasps in surprise, and then giggles. She looks so gorgeous covered in my cum, so I can’t help but lean over her, and kiss her, tasting my own cum in the process. I then lie down next to her to catch my breath, panting a little.

She snuggles up to me, giggling more. A minute passes, and then she swears. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “I owe my friend $20,” she replies. “Why?” I respond. “I wasn’t meant to fuck you on the first date.”

*Obviously names are changed