My hot neighbor [MF] | 2016

This is a very protracted story which started a long, long time ago back when I used to have my first day at elementary school. Now this introduction may sound very peculiar but anything will make sense at the end of this story, I promise. It all started 15 years ago when my parents and I had our first moving. We moved out our small apartment in the city and settled down in a small estate further away. I got to know our neighbors first and knocked on everyone’s door, but only one family was delighted at seeing us moving into the empty house at the other side of the road. The daughter of the parents who opened the door for me (let’s call her Nadine for that purpose) was of the same age as I was: six years old. We got to know each other very well and we spent a lot of time together. Months have passed by, years, and as if the time wasn’t running fast enough we found ourselves in the final summer holidays that we should spend together.

We both went to a different gymnasium (the German “gymnasium”, not the U.S. one). Homework and a lot of tests took a lot of time. Time in which we couldn’t see eachother. We were very busy keeping our own things running. We saw eachother sometimes when we were leaving our parent’s households, but you couldn’t see a lot at 6 am in the morning. Only our parents met sometimes to talk about the latest happenings in the estate and the world. Again years have passed by, to be precise 7 years. How times have changed. Sigh. We were both 17 now and we both had only one year left of tough school work and uberly complicated exams.

At Christmas 2009, we received an invitation from our neighbors to “come over and have a nice chat” and we accepted since they were so nice to us the whole time. I was really excited. I haven’t seen Nadine for a long time now and this was actually a chance to see her and how she grew throughout the whole time. After we unwrapped our presents, we went over to our neighbors door and ringed the doorbell. I was a tad nervous. How would she look like now? Is she still that joyful and enthusiastic person that she was when we saw eachother for the first time? So many questions rushing through my head, it almost started to hurt. Finally, the releasing opening of the door and it was actually her. She was chuffed seeing me in my full corporal form, and so was I. Because of the pure excitement, I lifted her up and hugged and squeezed her. As I let her back on the ground, she grabbed my left wrist and pulled me up the stairs running into her room. My parents didn’t seem to mind and entered the house by themselves, walking towards the living room which was one tier below. We both knew that we both should be alone for that evening. As she stepped into the sheer brightness of the ceiling light, I recognized the beauty that she became in the past years. She literally was a petite blonde busty bombshell, 5’3” tall and at least a C cup, covered in a wonderful flannel shirt, a quite flat but nice ass surrounded by a white skirt and her legs wrapped in thigh high stockings. I literally wasn’t able to speak and stuttered. “Y- You … look great.” “Thanks. I decided to dress myself up a little bit fancier since I knew that I was going to see you again.”

We sat down onto her bed talking for a timespan which felt like eternity, talking about what happened in our both lives for the past few years. We had a lot to talk about like our school progress, our friends, family and our preferences, bias and addicts which developed throughout puberty. We asked a lot of questions … well, mostly I did because she was in such a rush – she just couldn’t stop talking. After approximately two hours I was running out of questions, but she was still speaking like there was no tomorrow, so I decided to stop her and suddenly started to kiss her. She didn’t know what was going on and recoiled, sliding backwards a bit. “Wha- what are you doing? You know tha-“ I put my fingers on her lips leaving her unable to speak, “Shh. You’re talking too much,” and started to kiss her again. She was a bit confused about what was going on right now, but the feelings inside her were overpowering. She let herself go, she was losing control, she dumped down onto the bed and I fell on top of her. We continued to kiss intensively while I was slowly unbuttoning her shirt, working downwards until her wonderful tits revealed themselves to me. I stopped kissing her, moved my head down and began to lick around her left nipple while my right hand was slowly caressing her right boob. She looked down her body and was breathing heavily, interrupted by her moaning and whimpering as she slowly closed her eyes.

Her senses were sharpened.

I could touch her anywhere and she’d still moan.

She was slightly squirming and quivering, moving the blanket around.

I had her where I wanted her to be.

I slowed down and let her enjoy this moment.

I pulled down my pants without making a noise, pressing my fully erect penis against her clit through her white panties. She was incredibly wet, her panties were soaked. I couldn’t resist anymore, so I pulled up her skirt a bit and removed her panties from her hot body. As I looked up to see her face, I recognized that she was already awake again with a condom wrapper between her teeth, looking towards me with the best fuck-me-face I’ve ever seen in my entire life. “You already are extremely wet, you know? Why should I need this,” I frankly asked, and her response was easy. “I felt your thickness and since I haven’t been stretched like that, I think that this would make it easier for you,” so I opened the wrapper and rolled the condom on. I grabbed her shoulders and slowly pushed my way inside her. She was right. She was extremely tight and I could barely get the tip inside her, but as this part was over, I rammed my dick inside her as deep as possible. My penis filled her up entirely but one inch which didn’t fit inside her. I quickly hit her cervix and she let out a loud scream, announcing that I should take it nice and slowly, so I held her legs up and fucked her slowly. It was a pure sensation, feelings stirring around in my chest just because of the feeling of her gripping vagina around my dick. Though it didn’t fit all the way inside her, it felt like I was just going deeper and deeper, not feeling the end inside her. The parts around her clit were sodden by her own juices making me even hornier, so I accelerated and let her feel the full length sliding in and out her slick pussy. She started to sweat as I continued to caress her firm breasts, making her scream and yelling my name which ended up in an insane orgasm as I licked her erect nipples.

She was shivering, giving her goosebumps.

She was unable to move, so I stopped inside her, letting her feel my pulsing penis.

I pulled it out.

She was stuttering. “Th- That w- wa- was amazing.” followed by a sexy whimpering.

I rolled the condom off and threw it on the ground beneath her bed. I still wasn’t finished yet and whispered in her ear: “May I finish inside you?” Silence. For about a halfern minute. No response. I took this as a yes and slid one more time inside her with my bare penis. Just a couple of strokes were enough to shoot never-ending streams of sperm inside her. She was already filled up to the brim after the third shot or so. Cum was already dripping out of her clit running down her tight ass while I was still pumping my semen inside her. “I can feel them moving inside me,” she whispered.

The next morning we woke up next to each other. There was a small piece of paper on the ground with some letters written on it. “That’s my mom’s handwriting”, Nadine told me. Apparently she walked into Nadine’s room earlier to see if anything’s okay, but then she saw the condom on the ground and thought the rest by herself. I can’t remember everything written on that exact piece of paper, but one sentence was like: “Hope you had a fun night, great you remembered the contraception.”

If she knew …

She still lay in bed while I was slowly dressing myself up again as she said: “It was great to see you again.” “The pleasure is all mine.” “Was that the last time we saw each other?” “No.” “Visit more often?” “Definitely.”

This chat was the beginning of some more exciting stories …