Neighborhood Passion

- Come on, ride me! - he calls me and I climb on him. I guide him into my pussy with my hand and feel him filled with juices. He lies beneath me with closed eyes, surrendered to pleasure. I ride him in a slow rhythm, while his fingers find my clitoris, hidden among the light hairs. He rubs and squeezes it, and I increase the rhythm and start jumping uncontrollably on him. As if in a dream, I hear his question if he can come inside me and I nod my head. In the next moment, warm sperm splashes me

I watch him through the slightly opened curtain, every morning he steps out onto the balcony in his boxers and breathes in the freshness. Under the light cotton, his penis is outlined, driving me crazy. I fantasize about wild sex with him, and my fingers caress my swollen breasts under my nightgown. He stretches and touches the balcony railing with his hands. He angles his butt towards me, and I have an irresistible urge to grab him by the buttocks and caress his balls. I moisten my lips with my tongue, and my fingers slide down to my panties. I slip them in and start rubbing my clitoris, staring intently behind the curtain. He raises his legs on the railing, and through the leg openings, his skin covered in hair peeks out. I quicken my movements and feel my pussy responding. I tremble and shiver, and in the ecstasy of orgasm, I don’t notice how I’m gripping the curtain with my hands. I lift my gaze and meet his. He stares at me intently, and I blush and hide in a crouch. I tremble with shame, and questions race through my mind in the style of what did he see, how much did he see, what does he think of me now…
After a while, I slowly straighten up, and he is still there. He looks towards my window, and I wonder again how he doesn’t mind the cold.

I leave the room and immerse myself in household chores, but the morning adventure won’t let me rest. I try to forget and step out into the yard. The sun has risen, it’s warm and windless. I roll up the sleeves of my shirt and throw myself into cleaning the weeds left over from autumn. Male sneakers enter my field of vision. I lift my gaze, and he stands by the fence, watching me silently. I manage to say:
- Hi, you got up early today.
He smiles and remains silent.

- Listen, I don’t know what you saw this morning, but even though it looked that way, it’s not what you think - I manage to say, lowering my head to the ground.
- Silly, you’re so sexy. I watch for you on the balcony every day and hope you’ll forget to pull the curtains. Ever since I saw you naked, you’ve been on my mind all the time.
I lift my gaze and meet his earth-brown eyes. He continues in a quiet and sensual voice:
- If I excite you only a tenth as much as you excite me, we have a great chance for unforgettable sex. Just thinking about you makes me hard every morning, and I feel a painful need to be with you all day.
I keep looking at him and feel excitement.

- Darling, did you buy bread? - the voice of his wife throws me off balance.
I automatically raise my hand and wave to greet her. She returns the greeting, and at her husband’s nod, she disappears into the house.
- See you in the morning around eight, even if just from a distance. If you care about me, come! - he whispered softly and walked away with a light step.

Both day and night pass incredibly slowly. I can’t wait for morning, but I don’t know how I will behave. Before eight, I change out of my usual nightgown and put on a sheer baby doll. I wear nothing underneath. I let my hair fall over my shoulders and stand behind the window, waiting. He steps out and looks towards me. At first, I don’t dare to move, but he is so persistent, and with his piercing gaze, he pulls me to hypnotically move the curtain aside. He rewards me with a wide smile, and then he starts exercising. I want him inside me, I want his hands on my breasts. I completely change and lock shame away in some back drawer of my intimacy. While he diligently does squats and looks at me, I start touching my breasts. I forget everything and have a terrible need for caressing. Suddenly, he disappears from the balcony. I can’t believe it, and disappointed, I stop caressing. But not for long, I see him standing completely naked behind his window. We are separated by about ten meters, and I have a strong feeling as if he is right next to me. His cock stands upright, and I think I can recognize the pulsating veins. His hands begin to caress his well-built chest and taut stomach in slow circular motions. I throw off my nightgown and remain only in lace panties.

He sends me a kiss, and I return it. We look into each other’s eyes and caress simultaneously. With one hand, he cups his hairy balls, and with the other, he begins to stroke his beautiful cock. He bends in ecstasy. I can’t resist and throw off my panties. I press my pussy against the window glass and vigorously rub my clitoris with my fingers. Our movements intensify and quicken, somehow simultaneously we explode with pleasure. While he squirts on the glass, rotating his hips, I am shaken by the convulsions of orgasm. As if I feel him inside me, the smell of his sperm, the scent of sex. He wipes the sperm from his still erect cock with his boxers and stares at me intently. I remove my hand from my excited pussy and slide my fingers into my mouth. I suck them happily and lick them with slow movements of my tongue. He throws himself at wiping the glass, but at the same time, I discern the movements of his lips sending me the message that he wants me. I gather the scattered clothes and dress in front of him. He sends me a kiss with his hand and disappears. I throw myself onto the bed, fulfilled, and my day passes in thoughts of him.

The next morning felt very long, finally, eight o’clock approached. I don’t hide, but wait naked behind the curtain, trembling with fantasies about him. Minutes pass, and he doesn’t appear. I touch my nipples, my hand goes between my legs, but I can’t relax. I’m angry, depressed, and confused. I put on leggings and pull on an old shirt. Then, the doorbell rings. I open it, and my confusion is complete. He stands at the door and wordlessly pushes into the hallway.

- Are you alone? - he asks, and I nod my head, completely unaware of what I’m getting into.
He lowers his lips to mine, plays with his tongue, and caresses my hair.
- How much time do we have? - the hoarseness of his voice reveals immense desire.
- A lot, definitely until twelve - I bravely reply and take his hand.

I pull him up the stairs to the first floor, and he hugs me around the waist and kisses my bare neck. We throw ourselves onto the bed in that same room from which I’ve been watching him for months and enjoy him. Suddenly, he somehow calms down and unbuttons my shirt with trembling fingers. He sucks my nipple with his lips, while he squeezes the other with his wet palm. I completely surrender to him, close my eyes, and summon the image of his erect penis in my mind. It’s red and pulsating, he licks my ears with his lips, and I manage to pull his shirt over his head. He presses his hairy chest against my breasts. He gently rises and rubs my nipples with his, kissing me. I draw his tongue in like a vacuum, absorbing the light scent of nicotine mixed with menthol. He lowers himself and licks around my breasts, which are the size of large apples. A thought thunders through my head that I’m lucky I shaved my legs. He removes my leggings with his hands, and then my panties, already visibly soaked with juices from my pussy.

God, how I want him inside me! Suddenly, he turns me onto my stomach and continues to excite me with his tongue along my back. I pray to God that he finishes on my taut buttocks because I love it when I’m licked and kissed on my ass. My prayers are answered, and he, as if by unspoken command, works on my butt, and then my anal knot. I tremble and try to turn around because I want his cock. I can’t manage, and he continues further because he sees that this way works for me. I raise my butt in the air and open access to my pussy for him. He buries his head and licks me with long strokes of his tongue. His fingers find my clitoris and rub it roughly, and then he suddenly pulls back and buries a finger in my pussy. He twists it in all directions, and I thrust myself like a madwoman. Finally, he turns me over and undresses. His cock is ready; smooth and beautiful, it tempts me to take it in my mouth. I want to rise, but he pushes me back onto the bed. He takes it in his hand and positions himself above me. He glides the head over my breasts, pushes it between my shoulders and head, avoiding every attempt I make to take it in my mouth. He lowers himself lower and then presses my clitoris with his cock and caresses me with the head. We become sticky and sweaty.

- Put it in me! - I whisper softly, but he plays with me.
He presses it at the very entrance, and when I adjust to take him in, he pulls it out and leaves it in the air. He lowers himself again and starts licking me. I can no longer control myself; I twist my hips, caressing my breasts with my hands, and I know I will come soon. My body shows him that I’m close, and he pushes a finger into my pussy, while his tongue increases the pressure on my clitoris. I scream and throw myself into a hellish climax, left and right, and he doesn’t relent. The tremors calm down, but his tongue continues to tirelessly lick my swollen mound. His finger digs into the walls of my pussy, and I feel my juices flowing down the insides of my thighs. I am overwhelmed by the peak again. He then licks my juices off my thighs with his tongue, and I lie completely fulfilled and don’t move. Suddenly, he stands up and takes his cock in his hand. He starts to stroke it, and I am fascinated by the sight of his taut leg muscles. His balls swing in rhythm. He squeezes them with one hand and closes his eyes.

I can’t resist. I rise and approach him. Greedily, I take him into my mouth, and for a moment, I am surprised by the incredible taste of vanilla. I don’t know if it’s cream or spray, but it fascinates me. He grabs me by the shoulders, and I lose my mind and become rough. He likes it because he starts moaning and thrusting in a wild rhythm. I expect an eruption, but he surprises me again. He separates from me and throws himself onto the bed. I look at his taut body, his erect cock, and beautiful balls.
- Come on, ride me! - he calls me and I climb on him.

I guide him into my pussy with my hand and feel him filled with juices. He lies beneath me with closed eyes, surrendered to pleasure. I ride him in a slow rhythm, while his fingers find my clitoris, hidden among the light hairs. He rubs and squeezes it, and I increase the rhythm and start jumping uncontrollably on him. As if in a dream, I hear his question if he can come inside me and I nod my head. In the next moment, warm sperm splashes me. I don’t let him out of me; I want to keep him. I rotate my butt while he continues to tirelessly rub my mound. A chain of delicious spasms shakes me, and while I scream in ecstasy, he slips out of me. I can’t just leave him like that, so I lie on him and feel myself sticking to the droplets of sperm mixed with my juices and sweat. He hugs me with his hands and lowers them onto my buttocks. He squeezes me against him while his tongue finds mine. I am filled and happy because otherwise, after sex, rarely any man wants to continue with caresses and tenderness.

- I think I love you - he whispers in my ear, and without thinking, I confirm my feelings and let him know that he is the best lover I have ever slept with.
He is happy and kisses me tenderly. We dress in silence, full of impressions about the adventure and passionate desire that this won’t be the last, but just the first in a series of many to come. I kneel and kiss his cock in gratitude through the rough fabric of his pants. The farewell kiss is long and full of emotions.
- See you tomorrow, but only at the window. I will definitely call you, and I hope we will soon be together again - while he speaks, I feel tears sliding down my face.

He kisses me on the eyes, brings his fingers to my lips, and places a light kiss on them. He leaves through the door, and I can’t calm down. I have never felt so beautiful, I have never felt so desired. I go to my room and bury my head in the sheet. I feel his scent and surrender to fantasy. In my mind, I repeat every movement of his, every look, and everything he said. I find nothing in which he would be wrong, just beautiful sex full of passion and tenderness at the same time.

I approach the window and look towards the balcony. Suddenly, my heart starts to race because he appears behind the curtain and sends me a kiss with his hand. I return it and shout that I love him. Suddenly, I become empty and angry; his wife approaches him and hugs him. She slips her hands under his shirt and grabs his nipples. She drools on his neck with her lips, and he says something to her and tries to pull away. She is persistent and grabs his cock, squeezing it with her palm. He pulls the curtain and hides from my view. A rage erupts within me, and I grab a vase and throw it on the floor. It shatters into a thousand pieces. Covered in tears, I dress and try to convince myself that life goes on. I will have to sleep with my husband, no matter how much I don’t want to, and think about him the whole time. I am jealous. The phone starts ringing, and I reluctantly pick up the receiver.

- Honey, I’m sorry! I couldn’t help myself, and I thought about you every second. Sex with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And not just sex, I’m happy to know you, to see you every day, and that you want to be with me. I have to go, but please don’t be mad. Let life unfold on its own; there is a solution for everything. I love you, my little one!
- I know, it’s just very hard for me. I love you and want you, and I will wait impatiently for us to be together again.

But life has really started to improve. Our sex is still wonderful; we fuck with the same intensity as on the first day. From my experience, it seems to me that good sex leads to love, to fulfillment, and to the desire to stay with someone you enjoy so intensely forever.