Una buena vecina (XXL)

A few days ago, I'm not kidding, because I'm not the type to remember everything, I decided to leave and live alone. Until then, I lived with my parents, luckily I already had a department where I could move in, but I didn't know much about the area or anyone around here. When I arrived at the dept, I realized I had a neighbor, ba... there are neighbors, but that one is the most noticeable, and very noticeable to be honest (you understand me, don't you?). Soon I noticed she was staring at me too much, a simple cutie, brunette, nice legs, and very nice breasts, a bit older than me, 24 years old, I won't say how old she is, but not an old woman, nor a girl, so you can imagine her age. While I was carrying the things that had been left to move... Ha! Because the building doesn't have an elevator and my apt is on the 4th floor, I had to run like crazy, making all those trips with my stuff, she always started conversations between glances and smiles, the postman, I didn't give it much attention because I wanted to finish moving everything as quickly as possible. Once I finished setting up, and was already settled in, the doorbell rang, when I opened the door, it was her and she said: - Hi! Excuse me for disturbing you, but I'm sure you're married due to the move and I imagine you don't have anything to eat (and she was right, the fridge is empty and I was hungrier than the kid from eight) - Yes, that's true (in reality I'm a pretty antisocial guy and I answer almost without thinking, so this sounded quite abrupt and grumpy) - Well... (as if I had said it), if you want to come eat with me since I'm alone, if not, no problem. - I'd like that very much (and... I wouldn't say no, I'm antisocial, not a fool) Wait a minute while I take a shower and I'll be there. - Okay, good, see you soon! I finished setting up some things and took a shower, it was around 10:30 pm, then I headed towards her apt; almost without knocking on... that the door was slightly open, she had changed her clothes, much more suggestive and very provocative (more for me since I'm a made man), she had on a well-fitting jean that killed me and a glorious neckline (my greatest weakness) that made it impossible for me to look at her when she spoke to me. The part of the meal I'll skip because it was at its peak and I don't remember what I did. After dinner, we started chatting, a more lively conversation than during dinner, in which I didn't speak much because I was hungry and it wasn't fun; then I asked if she didn't have anything to drink, like warming up the tip and surrounding areas, and she replied that no, she didn't drink much because the alcohol took her out of herself (another important detail for Mr. Vulture). Then I thought (something I don't do very often) that I had a couple of bottles of whisky and Gancia somewhere in the mess where my apt was located, and without losing any more time I invited her to which she accepted and luckily she liked what I had to drink, so we went there. Once there, I started preparing the drinks and thanks to God she chose the whisky that traveled like a crazy punch; little later, word, word comes the alcohol in between and an insatiable tide of hormones that were coming out of their shell along with other things we started suddenly and without warning at the handjobs, but badly, and when I say badly is BAD, ripping off our clothes, submerged in a wild euphoria re-copied that I can't explain, she was better than eating chicken with my hands and like a dog full with terrible urges to bury the meat, and then she went down to take water, and oh! I couldn't believe it had a mastery of oral, a high-calibre peterologist, later we got tangled up in a beautiful and pleasant 69 that lasted long enough until I noticed the floor was too cold to keep going there, and I proposed going to bed (luckily I had finished setting it up, nice would have been if not), and on the the bed was still better, I thought for a moment that my cock would burst, what a daughter of a slut, I turned her over, looking north and with strong pumping, as much as possible, I believed I would have a heart attack, then she sat on me and moved like the mother of a slut, until I got up a little and started sucking her tits and boxing her nipples with my tongue, those big ones like Coca-Booty caps, I loved how she moaned and shuddered, later, arriving at the end, because I was tired of writing and as you'll see I don't do it very often, with a voice that would make a dead man stop his cock, she said - Finish me in the mouth - quite enough, don't hesitate for even a miserable second and my friend and I headed towards that vacuum cleaner's geta, where after some caramelized tongue kisses we filled her belly with yogurt to the top, and he swallowed it all with the pleasure of the world; and the night lasts as long as it lasts, doesn't it? A couple of hours later, we got dressed and she went back to her apt, and honestly, we haven't crossed paths much since then, but I'm sure there won't be a lack of other opportunities to repeat that unforgettable experience.