Las cortinas

This story is a bit long, please excuse the time it may take to read it, but really the fantasy is so vivid that I wanted to be as explicit as possible when sharing it.

I hope you like it.

Kiss.

I don't like opening the curtains. I hate it. I live persecuted as if the CIA were following my movements.

Well, maybe not exactly like that, but I don't like the neighbors knowing how I live. What I have for breakfast or who I dine with. That's why I close them, so there is light but they can't see me, and I try to be as discreet as possible. But currently I live with a partner. And he, obviously, likes opening them. He comes from a house that seemed like a cave, and this small and sunny apartment seems like paradise to him. I admit that my reluctance about opening them provoked more than one strong discussion, in which neither of us gave in. However, not long ago, thinking about it well, I decided that I understood his need for light, and that I was very persecuted by that, so I started opening them.

One Saturday morning, while he was studying and I was cleaning a bit, standing in the kitchen with the curtains open, a forty-year-old man from the apartment across the way greets me. He surprises me quite because there lives an old lady type grandmother with her morning hair over her shoulders and all, until I remember that last time I spoke to her she mentioned having a son. Habit of years of working in customer service, automatically I smile at him and greet him enthusiastically. He responds to my enthusiasm with a wide smile and a sympathetic wink, not the masturbator type. I curse myself inside because I don't like getting to know many neighbors, too much socializing at work, and now the next time I run into this guy I'll be stuck chatting like it matters to me or him either. That annoying habit of staying in the hallway wasting time talking to a neighbor about how cold it is or about trash collection; I hate it. But well, the deed is done, and next time I'll I'm going to have to hang up and chat. I still have my things, and in a little time I forget the episode. It's not until a few days later that I cross paths with him entering both of us into the building. He looks at me, recognizes me, gives me good morning with a small smile, and keeps walking. I open the elevator, where inevitably the chat will start, already half-irritated and getting into the skin of the nice neighbor (no, I'm not the ogre of the building, I take the great trouble to pretend and be good-natured, even when it costs sometimes...!), open the doors and turn around to ask him if he's going up, and he obviously responds that yes. We go up, close the doors, and he stays looking at them, as if prepared to leave. We reach the second floor, we get out, take out the key, open the door, look back at me, and say See you later! and goes into Mom's apartment. Short and sweet. It surprises me a bit because there's something on my face that makes people like me even before they know me, as if I had a sign hanging from Talk to me, I'm good-natured! although I may not be... but I love it. I decide he's my new favorite neighbor, if he keeps this attitude. I smile to myself, go into my house and forget about the matter. Until next Saturday. Some friends invited me to lunch on Saturday, and when I get into the shower at mid-morning, I realize I forgot to turn up the hot water and the water is half-cold. Pissing off inside, I look at the towel and think that if I wet it now I'll regret it later. I decide to go au naturel, after all I'm alone; when I finish my shower I'll just wipe myself with a cloth and that's it. I get out of the bathroom, hurry to the living room and enter the kitchen. I walk slowly because if I slip I'll kill myself, and I approach the hot water tank, which is next to the window. The window, which has its curtains open. Which gives directly onto the old lady's window, who has a forty-year-old son... Idiot, I didn't notice! While operating the hot water tank I look straight ahead, begging that he isn't in the kitchen, but with the luck I was having that day, ah! I was with a cup in my hand, looking at the stupid neighbor in her underwear. My blood froze in my body, and before I reacted like I was going to run away, part of my brain realized that the guy wasn't smiling. He didn't smile. He didn't have a face of a masturbator either. He simply looked at me. I froze for a second, observing him. He was certainly looking at my body, but as if he were discovering it. Like someone looks at an old car on the street. A piece of furniture you'd like to have in the display window. The photo of your public personality that you love. That admiration and simultaneously contained desire. And I liked it. A lot.

There's a moment in every heterosexual couple (I don't know how others work with this respect) where desire takes a backseat. Because the table is set. That other body that you like so much, excites you and gives you pleasure, is yours and only yours; it belongs to you and you can have it almost whenever you want. Seduction becomes taking off your pants so the other person understands our excitement. Showing our genitals, like monkeys. Re idiots. But it happens to all of us. And it was happening to us. My partner was attending to me in every way, but there were some where I needed a little more maintenance and he wasn't noticing. And well, desire was precisely one of them. And that's exactly what I saw on my neighbor's face. It took me 3 seconds to realize I was exposing myself unnecessarily to a complete stranger, having a partner, in the place where we lived together, etc., and I hurried to get out of sight from the window. I saw him like waking up from a trance, and he lifted his gaze looking for my eyes; he was calm.

Cold shiver, I got into the shower, trying to understand what the hell was going through my head that it occurred to me to show all my physical attributes to the guy in front of me! I feel like an idiot, and I'm afraid the guy will flash anyone. As soon as I finished getting dressed, I closed all the curtains, and I got into bed with the ones from The kitchen. I'm going out for lunch and decide not to keep thinking about it; my new life policy is that if I can't do anything to fix it, I won't give it much importance. From now on, I'll do what's humanly possible so things don't get worse, but I can't turn back time. But that night, lying in bed, unable to fall asleep, I couldn't help myself, and the topic came back to my head. Thinking about it well, he was serious. Capable of nothing happening. Maybe he didn't even notice I also left, from the time that passed. But I know time passed, I remember his gaze. I remember the expression on his face, the thirst in his gesture. And I also remember his age; the first time I saw him I calculated forty-something, but looking at him more closely I realize he had already turned fifty and some... Clearly he's well-matured, because he has few gray hairs and wrinkles, is slender and dresses well. I mean, he's attractive. I surprise myself thinking about getting involved with the guy again and I laugh to myself, until I realize I just got a little wet. I can't believe this situation is turning me on. Of all the craziness I want to do and have done, never would it have occurred to me that I could end up liking this. You look at me and you're asleep, and I don't want to wake you; finally you woke up early despite being Saturday, and didn't take a nap. I slide my hands down to my groin and touch myself thinking about the craziness I could do with Mr. 2nd D.

For a time, I didn't see him again; I enjoyed thinking that I had scared him off. One night, taking out the trash, I run into him. I'm aware of my tight pants and the shoulder that peeks out from the wide neckline of my sweater. My hair is disheveled and I'm not wearing makeup; after all, I'm about to get into bed. We go down together without saying a word, he looked at me when he left the apartment, opened the elevator door and when it closed behind him, he turned his back on me again. When the elevator stopped on the ground floor, I put my hand on the handle of the grille door and waited. I was frozen because I was totally exposed. My 1.60 m difficultly could compete with what I calculated as about 1.80 cm, thin but strong, upright, in a hyper-small elevator for three people when he blocked the entire door. Thinking desperately what I could do if things got ugly, seconds passed and he didn't move. At one point my nerves gave me the courage to talk to him, and when I opened my mouth, he opened the doors. He stepped out of the elevator with ease, went to the entrance door while I stayed there, frozen with my mouth open, totally confused by his attitude. From the back of the courtyard, his calm voice reaches me, asking kindly Are you getting off?, which breaks my stupor and helps me react. Yes, thank you! responds the friendly neighbor, and I head towards the door with my super-rehearsed smile. Thank you I say, while he barely smiles at me and says Goodnight, looking at me like he had never seen my tits before. See you later! I reply, and I can't take my eyes off him. He turns around and leaves, while I leave the bag in the building's basket and without looking back, I head home, walking straight and on fire inside.

We lost control. Every time we coincided at the windows, we would look at each other with all our might, and if we could, we'd show something to the other. My tits, my ass, and his cock learned by heart the nooks of the other's kitchen. Saturdays at morning were a fix: around mid-morning, we'd meet for breakfast and show off a little. Of course, it didn't take long until he started wanking; he'd lift and lower his hand over that experienced cock while my mouth would water. I'd climb up to the high stools of the breakfast table and put my fingers in my pussy, and when I played with my own Booty, I'd see him sighing; he was dying of desire. We've lost so much time from our lives ogling each other in front of the other. I couldn't help it; my body demanded it every time I saw him at the window.

The rest of the time was normal, we'd cross paths on the street or in the building, alone or together, and we were just two ordinary neighbors, acting normally. But in my head and window, that was the cock that craved me. I would flirt with my boyfriend to satisfy myself a bit, calm down. But every Saturday morning between 10 and 11 am, I'd find myself in the kitchen with him. I started wearing lingerie. Got effusive approval. My partner was surprised by my new interest; I think I justified it as a new phase of feminine maturity or something like that, and since he seemed to be okay and happy with it, I went all in.

The orders began. We'd understand each other through gestures. Turn around, lift your booty, finish in hand, I want to see your cum. All the things we'd say with our eyes and gestures. We went beyond words, physical contact. We were so aware of the other's needs that we didn't get too worked up about satisfying our own or others'. Zero egos. And no commitment, of course. Where there's no body, there's no crime, the law says, and between us, nothing had happened. Technically, I was masturbating, I wasn't doing anything with anyone else but myself. And we all agree that masturbating isn't cheating, so what I was doing wasn't wrong.

One day while looking for something new at a sex shop, it occurred to me to bring a dildo. I wasn't sure if he'd like it, because I'd never used one before, let alone shared it with someone. But when I started wearing lingerie, he liked it, so maybe this would also be okay. I bought it, thinking that finally, I might enjoy it, and maybe even my boyfriend too, you never know. place where I couldn't see him to take it out at the precise moment. When he entered the kitchen, I was waiting for him. I saw him close the door while looking at me: he especially likes my gauze camisole. But he's impatient because, although he smiles with pleasure, he asks me with a gesture to take it out. I delay a second, paying attention to his expression: that face of a masturbator makes my head spin. I smile slowly and take it out over my head, one by one. My set also pleases him. He touches himself over the pants to show me that he's already hot, that he wants more. We start playing as always: intense gazes, undressing, delaying a bit at each point, things like that. I admire his torso, covered with a fine layer of beautiful chestnut, with some curly hairs between the biceps, very virile. It shows that the old guy goes to the gym because, although he doesn't have marked abs or smooth skin like a twenty-year-old, he has a formed chest and straight shoulders. He slowly takes off his shirt, then unbuttons his belt. He knows I like watching him, and lets me savor it. I sit up straight with my legs open on the bench, biting my lip when he lowers the zipper of his pants. But he stops there and looks at me, raising his eyebrows because it's my turn. I nod slightly, and while my own hands explore my breasts, I think about the dildo that awaits. I pinch my nipples inside the corset, which excites me; I look down one of the straps and him, seeking approval. He has his thumbs hanging from the belt of his pants, and I can't help but think it's from the generation that grew up watching Cleant Eastgood movies dressed as a cowboy, and while I unbutton my clothes, the idea of being taken by a type who has actors like Sean Connery, Al Pacino, Robert de Niro, etc. as his male model, and as so many times before, I imagine him crossing the threshold to come over me on the table. This is the part where he puts his hand in The boxer starts to touch himself, although he generally waits a bit longer to show it to me, as if he wanted to make me desire it more. But he must be particularly excited because he pulls it out of his pants. He asks with his eyes for me to start touching myself and directs the gaze at my crack. I get up from the bench and turn around to face him, showing him my booty, and slowly slide down my white thong so nothing will disturb us. I lift my hands up my legs, although I know he can't see everything, and open up my booty so he can see everything he wants. He's already jacking off, and he sighs when I use my fingers to open up my wet lips that would be more than happy to receive that cock he insists on thrusting into me. I play with my own pussy a bit in this position until he asks with his eyes for me to turn around. As I sit back down on the wooden bench, I lick my moist fingers because I know it drives him crazy, and I love it too. I open up my legs and start touching myself; I use my fingers to get everything wet, lift up the foreskin, and expose my preferred organ. As soon as I touch it, I start sighing: my hands are cold compared to that. He looks very concentrated on what I'm doing, and I know it's time. With my free hand, I grab the dildo and slowly bring it to my open booty. I support the tip and press a bit; the head just barely goes in, and I'm already enjoying it. I bite my lips and look at him to see his reaction... but he didn't like it. He has an angry face. His cock is standing still like a post, and his arms are hanging limp by his side. I get scared because I have no idea how to fix it. I leave the dildo on the counter; pulling it out of the scene wouldn't help, but I don't know what else to do. Still with an angry face, he turns around and opens the door, and leaves the kitchen without looking at me. I'm paralyzed in the kitchen, naked and totally confused. Clearly, the situation in the elevator wasn't that bad. Some knocks on the door wake me up. I don't know how to respond. Leaving From the kitchen I grabbed the camisón. Without putting it on yet, I looked through the peephole and saw my neighbor, still angry and with his cock out, hard and standing, as if he weren't in the apartment's hallway. Without thinking, I opened the door, rolling and holding the camisón in my hand. I entered the apartment like a storm and closed the door firmly. I advanced until I was against the wall, grabbed my wrists, and held them above my head with one hand. It didn't squeeze me, but the authority emanating from it and my own daze prevented me from moving.

-So you wanted something inside the pussy? -he whispered angrily, somewhat threateningly. -I'll give you something in the pussy then... -and while he threatened me, he lowered his other hand to my use the word: pussy.

I'm petrified. I don't know when everything got so complicated and how I ended up in this situation. But when his fingers searched for my slit, I opened my legs docilely while looking at his determined expression. He put his fingers in with violence, but it didn't hurt me a bit because I was completely wet. He inserted two together, but my dilation received them without problems. He took them out and when he put them back in, he rubbed my clitoris with the entire curve of his thumb, and while my eyes went backward and my knees bent. He's giving me exactly what I wanted, what I needed; I had dreamed and fantasized about him taking me like this, against the wall, so many times that it seems unreal. While he masturbates me with force, and pleasure runs through every fiber of my being, my lost gaze finds his cock. It remains standing, well straight. It's purple from pressure, venous, on the verge of exploding. My mouth also waters. I look at him eagerly.

-No -he takes me out of my reverie-, first me -he orders, guessing my intentions.

He lifts me up with one arm around my waist and the other hand still inside me, and leads me to the couch. That couch where my boyfriend doesn't want to take me because we just bought it and have to take care of it. On that couch I can't... Sit on my arms, or lean back if I'm wearing shoes. It reclines on that armchair and once I'm comfortable, it starts licking my pussy with its whole mouth. The warmth of its tongue makes me explode. I can't help but grab its head and press it from the nape to get it deeper. It responds with furious little tongues directly on my clitoris. It runs all over my vulva with a tongue that seems enormous, vast, capable of licking me all over, sucking out my juices like a ripe peach, and while pinching my button between its tongue and teeth, it puts its fingers (when did it take them out?) back in my pussy and fucks me like this. I explode, that's it. It was too much for me. I end with force on its face, in its mouth. I feel vaginal contractions forcing its fingers to come out of me, but they're stubborn and stay. I muffle a loud moan in a pillow while he swallows everything coming out of me.

-So you wanted something inside the pussy?-

Forgive me! -I can barely articulate- I thought it would please you!

-So you wanted something inside the pussy?-

Please, don't be angry. I won't do it again! -I beg, still trying to recover from the orgasm.

-So you wanted something inside the pussy?-

Yes -I finally respond when I start to grasp the game.

-Pet me.

-I want something inside.

-Inside where?

-Of the pussy.

-Tell me.

-I want something inside of the pussy.

-Ask for it well! -it orders, emphasizing its words with a firm buttock.

-I want something inside of the pussy, sir, please -I ask very seriously and with a very submissive expression.

-That's what I like -it finally responds, but gets up and takes a step back. I look at him confused because I thought it was going to take me right there, but instead it talks to me-

Now yes.

I understand its authorization immediately, and I despair over eating that beautiful cock.

-Make it slow; with all the time I've been wanting that mouth, I want enjoy well. I don't want you to make me cum right away, understood?
Your authority heats me up again, and I start to get hot once more. This time your words were sweeter, as if you wanted to teach me that it can also be good.
-Yes.
-Yes, what?
-Yes, sir.
-Very well; you can start.
I kneel in front of his cock and wait for a few seconds; I'm so hungry that if I grab it once, I'll eat the whole thing at once. I take out my tongue to moisten his head because it's very dry and I don't want it to hurt. The skin is shiny and tight; when I get to touching it, it's hot. I caress it slowly, enjoy the glossy texture on my tongue, play with the tip. I look up at him from below and get myself wet before opening my mouth and taking his head inside; his gaze becomes deeper because of the pleasure he feels looking down at me and with his cock hugged by my thick lips. I have many urges to make him come, so I treat his cock like a leg, and instead of just sucking it in a blow job, I kiss it all over my mouth. I cover it all over my mouth, caress it with my tongue above and below, leave it go until the end and come back. I caress it with my lips as it goes out and comes back in. I open my mouth and let his cock slide down my tongue like a red carpet. I start to get excited and the blow jobs become deeper. I relax my throat and give my head room, and although it's hard for me to take it all in my mouth until the end, and leave it there for a few seconds, while we both enjoy the thrill of me taking his cock in my mouth.
-That's enough -he says, holding back and gently but firmly pulling me away-. That was good. Now get up.
I hold his gaze as I stand up, and smile like a little girl at the compliment. He returns the smile barely because we're not finished yet and I still have things to do, but my cock-sucking pleased him and he shows it.
Returning to his dominant role, he grabs my hips and says takes it to the table. -Is it firm? -he asks, and as I nod with my head, I sit down at the front while murmuring- Less good, because I had many desires to take you up here. I can't lower my gaze, I'm captivated by his eyes. He's also looking at me, he doesn't need his eyes to indicate what to do. He opens my legs, puts on a condom and kisses me. It takes me completely by surprise, because I didn't expect it. But his mouth is warm, his tongue playful, and his breath is wonderful. His perfume reaches me, mixed with the smell of latex and my own excitement; it's a great cocktail that makes my head spin. The kiss becomes deeper, we move in sync. In a moment of distraction he leans on my pussy and says: -This is what you have to put inside. He penetrates me with force, neither fast nor slow, tracing all of my vagina with the hard and hot cock. I feel millimeter by millimeter his piece of burning flesh inside me, and when it reaches the bottom he stops to look at me: I have my eyes in white, my mouth open, my arms hanging on the side and my legs firm in a rictus caused by pleasure. He waits kindly for me to enjoy the penetration at my own pace, and when I come back to myself and open my eyes to look at him, all smiling like a rose, he becomes serious and starts taking me. Strong. Hard. With rudeness. With one hand holding my leg, and his other arm around my back to support me. He has me pinned down on the table, the movement is his. In some way he managed to make the table coincide with the height of his pelvis, so he only moves forward and backward, forward and backward. I realize my situation, what we're doing. A guy got into my house, sucked my pussy until I was done, made me beg him to take me, and now he's giving it to me like I always wanted... He's splitting me in two, driving me crazy, and the heat doesn't stop rising, and the guy is inflexible, inside and out, neither fast nor slow, Firm, entire, from head to balls; while I'm getting wetter and more dilated, my body relaxes, hangs from the table and his arms, my head hangs back, I let myself be invaded by pleasure, which rises to my throat forcing me to moan, gutturally at first, but it's rising in volume, I can't control it; but he does, and in one of those monumental thrusts, he frees my knee to cover my mouth and looks at me fixedly as if saying 'SHHH'. I return to my submissive role asking for forgiveness with a glance and puckering up, so he knows I understand. He looks at me fixedly while continuing to punish my pussy with the greatest pleasure, I can't help but let pleasure and morbidness envelop me again, I'm losing my head; I hold his gaze but have to bite my lips to be silent. He notes my heat and smiles with scorn because it's more than obvious that I'll do anything. I twist in his arms, my body can't stay still, I want more. My anxiety is in my gaze when he stops halfway, as if waiting. I look at him confused, because I don't know what he's going to do next, it disconcerts me. I open my mouth to ask but he covers it with his hand, silencing me. He does nothing. I get impatient, but he keeps looking at me fixedly, his face a mask of inscrutability. I want cock, I want him to keep taking me, I start moving from the impulse of my heat, but he holds me back preventing him from continuing. I stay rigid, but my eyes betray me and my mind goes wild, suddenly the heat drops down to my vulva and my Booty, and I realize I'm starting to dilate behind. I look at him in a silent supplication. -Silence? -he asks, moving his hand, leaving the implicit order. I nod slowly and shivering with heat. He takes his hand out of my mouth and asks- Do you want more? -at my positive response he asks again- More of this? -no, my Booty says silently. My head also. -On the other side? -I smile while sitting down, because he's reading my mind. -Ask for it. -No again with your head. -Ask for it! -This time more strongly. As I repeat my negative response, he gets angry, but with an eloquent look from me, he understands. -Okay, now you can talk.

-Could you make me a tiny ass, please, sir? -I have no idea where this submissive character comes from, but it feels comfortable as if it were my own skin.

-I go back to reading his expression the desire of the first time, the face he made when he saw my wet and naked body, so many months ago. He slowly backs away, takes out my cock from inside, and I shiver a little at the emptiness. He turns me over smoothly, without looking at me, because his eyes don't have more space for my body. He admires my tits, runs along my waist, and finally lights up while observing my ass. It's not much, I lose it with some pants, although naked is nice, but I suppose that with his excitement, having it in front of him, ready and prepared, he would go crazy was understandable. After all, he was about to eat a butt from half his age...

-He leaned my cock against the ditch, and moved forward and backward a little, masturbating with my ass. He grabbed my tits and twisted them like I've seen myself do so many times alone. He pinched my nipples, and licked my neck alternating tongue and teeth, reached my ears and went back down. I was already going crazy again, but he controlled himself and stopped. He put one hand on my back and grabbed the back of my neck with the other, putting his hand on my belly. As we were like that, he reclined me against the table, and bent down until his face was facing my crack. He used his hands to open up my Booty, and buried his whole face in it. With his tongue, he gathered all my flow and took it to my ass, which he attacked with tongue lashes without mercy. It wasn't controlled and measured like before, but he let himself be carried away. He filled my ass with saliva, licked me until there was no more room, and then kept going with The fingers; first one, then the other. My hole didn't offer any resistance, it opened up before him like my pussy had done a little while earlier. He kept putting his tongue inside my open anus and took me to the clouds by applying pressure with the tip at the deepest part of my ass. I was already done, and weakly let out a 'Now!' hoping he wouldn't take it as an order and finish yet. Luckily he didn't, or if he did, he took it well because he automatically got up, presented his cock in my fully dilated asshole, released it and pushed again. Unmerciful, strong, hard, potent, firm, decided, he pushed. He impaled me with the giant and hot cock, perforated my ass blinded by the heat, all the way to the bottom, like a stuffed doll. This time he didn't wait for me to take my time enjoying it, went all the way in and when he felt it completely inside, started thrusting and punishing my ass as if he wanted to break it. I lost all sense of time and space, situation and participants. The first orgasm started the moment his cock entered me fully for the first time, and by the second thrust I had to cover my mouth because terrible moans were escaping from my throat. He made sure to muffle the sound while still holding me, and to keep me steady he put his other hand on my neck. In that position, the cock goes very deep inside, and stays well-placed, and you can feel it all over. Not mentioning the thrill of being totally immobilized by a complete stranger in my living room's dining area. With each orgasm I let out, he gave me an extra push, and started smiling when we both felt my flow running down our legs. I started wondering if I had taken some pill, because I couldn't stop and my legs were getting weak, when he released me to grab my hip and took me to the couch again. He made me kneel down and handed me a pillow for obvious reasons, grabbed me hard from the hip again, and started taking me like he was trying to split me in half really, like an apple pierced by an arrow. I couldn't take it anymore, I was at that point where I feel dry and can't keep going, the heat is still rising but my body doesn't have strength to recover a new orgasm, when he said I'm gonna cum. Do you come with me? I can't! I replied, but he didn't like it.

-If I tell you to come with me, you come with me and that's it -he said angrily again. He put his hand between my legs and reached my clitoris, massaging it hard until I couldn't do anything else but use the pillow well, while exploding in a strong orgasm that I didn't even feel when it ended.

We took a few seconds to recover, we were really exhausted. As my breathing normalized and that expression so beatific only occurs when you're just finished being taken like the gods started to form on my face, I began to feel his cock pumping blood back into his body and reducing in size, managing to hear his own agitated breathing.

I heard a sigh, and before I could realize it, he was pulling out of me. As he put his pants back up, he whispered in my ear The next time you see me with a piece of plastic, it will be worse. He left the threat hanging, grabbed his shirt, and quietly closed the door as he left my apartment.