Every time I came home, passing by her windows, my head would involuntarily turn, and my eyes would excitedly search for my beautiful, red-haired neighbor. Other times I was lucky and I saw her irresistible silhouette, but other times all I could see was an empty kitchen or curtains.
I got lucky tonight. The light was on in the kitchen, allowing me to see her. Her hair was wet from the shower she had just taken. She was absentmindedly working around the kitchen. I slowed my pace, knew I only had a second or two and the window would be gone and I would lose sight of her. She looked out the window and our eyes met. I smiled, not sure if she could see me outside in the dark. I saw her perfectly. She too smiled and nodded her head in greeting. Unfortunately, my legs carried me further, and after a while I was past her windows. I slowly went upstairs to my apartment. Passing by her door, cherishing silent hopes, I stopped. I thought I could smell her shampoo in the air. I breathed in a full chest, closing my eyes for a moment as if in a dream. Then the key tapped and the door opened.
She was so atypically likable – a freckled face, a small, pointed nose, thin lips. She might have been around 35. You could see that she took care of herself and her appearance. She knew her worth. Her stature was stately and imposing, it exuded experience, but also those special ticklish fluids that twist men’s minds into subordinating everything to her.
She handed me some papers that the postman had accidentally brought to her apartment. I smiled. Taking the letters, my fingers touched her pointed, varnished nails. I smiled, not hiding the fact that I was enjoying this touch, but she pretended not to notice, and only at the last moment did her hand seem to linger slightly in mine. Our eyes met. She didn’t say it in words, but everything was written so clearly in her eyes. Stepping backwards into the dark corridor, she left the door open. I couldn’t even think of a more direct instruction than this. I crossed the threshold in silence and closed the door behind me.
She invited me deeper into the corridor, then into the kitchen, to the same large window where our eyes had met a moment ago. A dewy glass half full of white wine stood on the counter by the sink. She casually raised the glass to her lips and stared at me. Dressed in a pale blue robe, her golden hair draped wetly over her shoulders, her bare legs hidden in a soft terry bathrobe. She turned her back on me and went to the window.
I approached her from behind so close that I could already smell her scent and breathed in savoring it. Her body moved in such a way that it crushed the last vestiges of my doubts into dust, blew them away with a powerful blast, and sent them flying into nothingness.
Her hips bucked and even through the thick robe I could see her ass leaning back – just a little, but right where I was standing. I pressed up against her from behind, making her guess what I was thinking about right now. I hugged her and kissed her on the neck. Her breathing was rapid, as rapid as mine. She pressed herself closer to me. My body responded as well, my erection pressing against her like an uncontrollable force with the desire to break free and subjugate.
I reached back to turn off the light. Now we were illuminated only by the cold moonlight from the clear autumn sky. She, still with her back to me, turned her head and kissed me passionately. I let our saliva mingle and our hearts beat in unison, excited rhythm.
Grabbing her robe at shoulder height, I pulled it down, revealing her slender, tanned and freckled shoulders. They stood out majestically against the background of the window. I tied them to my kisses and in the meantime pulled the robe lower with my hands until it collapsed with a soft sound at her feet. Now she was naked in front of me. Stretching slightly on her toes, she arched like a kitten in pleasure, but also in tense anticipation, which I didn’t want to deny her at all.
I grabbed her breasts in my hands, squeezed, and I pressed against her. I knew I wouldn’t be clothed for long, and as I kissed her I took off my shirt too, unbuttoned the belt and let my pants slide to the floor.
My hands gripped her ass, slipping between its curves for a moment to feel how hot she was. Oh, there was no doubt about her willingness and readiness? My fingers sank into her vagina. I felt that my control over myself was rapidly disappearing, that my mind was being turned off by something more powerful, something so subconsciously profound that the omniscient consciousness could not resist. My cock was hard and pointing to her, but she didn’t see it. Her face was turned to the window, her head bent forward, her hands resting on the windowsill and her hips towards me. She spread her legs a little more as if waiting, and I stopped slowing myself down. I took my thing in my hand, bent it a little so that it would slip under her ass, right into the tight crotch.
I thrusted hard and all at once. Every inch of my thing disappeared into her, so deep that it felt like I was lifting her off the ground a little. She moaned passionately. I put my hands on her hips and gripped them hard so that my fingers dug into her flesh. I thrusted into her, fast and full of hunger. Her gasps of pleasure alternated with mine. I didn’t try to hide how very erotic and arousing this moment is when a woman surrenders and gives herself, when her whole being is for me. That she allows me to control and direct this process of passion in the way I like the most!
I inhaled her scent, swallowed her every moan with my ears, enjoyed every inch of her skin, caressed her shoulders, kissed her neck. Throwing her hair to one side, she turned to face me. I moved harder and harder and kissed her. Her blue eyes half-closed in pleasure looked into me, her lips breathed a passion that I smothered with my own. I felt her move with me, I felt her body shaking. The tremble became more intense, now she was almost shaking. I realized I couldn’t stop myself. I tried to quickly think of something else than this moment, but it was too good. She was too good. She screamed and pushed her round ass against me.
Whole kitchen was filled with sound. As I thrusted against her one more time, she froze. I saw her tense up and have an orgasm. But only for a moment, only to collapse on the window sill pressing her breasts against the cold surface. She trembled and bent so much that it seemed that I was going even deeper into her. Feeling a frantic pulse on my penis, it throbbed and threatened to burst inside her. I thrusted like crazy, knowing that I would only have a second or less to make a last minute escape from her hot crotch, that I would have to be able to control myself at the last moment. But not yet, one more time, and one more, and another…
Before I knew it, she grabbed my member, wet with her juices, yanked it out of her crotch and instantly slid it back into her – just a little higher, forcing it into her ass. It surprised me so much, but the beginning of the end was already here. I growled in a low voice, no longer in control of what was happening, and came into her ass. I went deep inside her. With gush and force, I thrusted deeper into her ass, screaming to myself and trying not to lose my mind. I finished strong, passionate and uncontrollable. Again and again I pumped all of myself into her ass until the pleasure reached its peak. Closing my eyes and not breathing, I stopped in what was, at that moment, the most beautiful moment I had ever experienced.
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