In that moment I thought I must have been very crazy to dare to sneak into my neighbor's house when she wasn't there and rummage through the dirty laundry basket in search of her bra. It's true that smelling that delicious fragrance (that thick nectar that emerged from her interior when it exploded in a strong orgasm that I could witness and spy) was totally worth it, at least for the moment. The madness was so strong that I couldn't help but lick the damp fabric stained by that flow. The sensation of ecstasy was abruptly interrupted when I heard my neighbor arrive at the house. Unconsciously, without knowing what to do, I put the garment in my pocket and jumped over the wall that separates my house from hers, thinking I had just managed to get away with it. But when hours later, after going out for some air, I discovered that the garment had fallen somewhere in my own house, I wanted to die. And on top of that, when I got home, I found my wife talking to my neighbor. I thought my adventure was over. I'd been caught in the act. I was a bra thief. To make matters worse, my neighbor is a girl who can't be more than 20. What could I say to defend myself? What would Andrea, my wife, think of the situation? We've been together for 20 years, with two kids, a whole life. The worst part was that the neighbor is undoubtedly a delicacy, a mignon. Watch out! This isn't meant to compare Andrea to my neighbor. My wife still gets me hot just as much or more than on the first day. Physically and mentally, she stimulates me like no one else. That's why I never had the need to try something outside. But then what was happening with my neighbor? Zoe. Zoe, she introduced herself with a smile, a wink of her eyes, and showing me the bra (hidden in her hands) that I had stolen from her and which she recovered in my own house. At that moment, I wasn't sure what was going on and had to act quickly. much caution. Did my wife know something about that? Or not?
Little did I understand that my wife was ignorant of everything, but my neighbor wasn't. And with her tender and mischievous smile, she was letting me know. What was she looking for? Was she extorting me?
When she left, she hinted that she had to take a bath and do things later. What did she mean by that? Did she know I had been spying on her? Was she inciting me to spy on her tonight?
I couldn't believe what was happening. My wife went out to open the door for my neighbor who said goodbye to me, saying Goodnight, sir, Ah! Sir, she called me, What a daughter of a slut!
I waited for my wife to come back. I still thought things were going to get crazy, but no. With a smile, she says: - The neighbor is a real bombshell. Do you know her?
Me: - No, never seen her before.
Andrea: - Honestly, she's a sweet girl, apart from being very friendly. It seems she moved here just before the quarantine.
Me: Ah. Look at that!
Andrea: And what a body she has! Did you see?
Me: No, I didn't look well. Was she pretty?
Andrea (laughing): Oh, come on, of course not... you didn't look...
We then talked about what we got from the supermarket and what we were going to have for dinner. I was happy that nothing had blown up.
But my mind was also eating away at me thinking about how my neighbor knew I was spying on her. The more I thought about it, the crazier I got, thinking she not only knew but even approved of it. All the way until we finished dinner, I couldn't get out of my head that she would be waiting for me to spy on her tonight. And the urges I had... But how was I going to do it? I couldn't just tell my wife out of the blue that I'd be taking a walk around the block. I'd have to come up with something. What could I say?
I was eating away at myself, and in the end things sorted themselves out. After dinner, my wife says: - Love, do you mind if I go upstairs for an immersion bath? I want to relax for a bit, I'm half-tense.
Of course not, so I just sat there watching something on TV... Andá tranquila I said. And I stayed anxious, below, waiting for her to enter to take her bath so I could leave the balcony. After five minutes I went up and heard she was already inside, so I took advantage of going out onto the balcony and walked towards it. I was anxious like never before.
As soon as I arrived, I saw her. Beautiful. Resplendent. Totally naked. She had left the curtains open for me to see her fully. Then I understood she was trying on lingerie. Innerwear. In reality, she only changed into thongs. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself from the front, profile, and then turned around to show off completely. When she glanced out the window, she smiled, bit her lip, or stuck out her tongue a little or wiggled an eye... She put on a white cotton gusset and then a red thong well fitted. After that, a black thong well warrior-like and so on. She had me idiotic. I don't know if I wasn't really drooling...
I saw the movement of her breasts as she turned and wanted to throw myself over there.
Ah, it started getting better. After choosing a purple set that she left on, she began dancing. First soft, sensual. She caressed her body, breasts, legs, booty. Then strong, shaking in a very sexual way... How she moved her ass for God's sake! It took me to the extreme of wanting to feel her like that, moving over me with my cock well inside hers.
My orgasm exploded, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to release it.
She settled into bed ready to touch herself for me one more time. I saw how her hand went in and out between the fabric and her sex. I was also squeezing hard. She took off the purple gusset and threw it out the window, like towards me. She did it laughing. Complicit. Saluting with one hand and opening up with the other to show off her pussy that shone bright from her heat. I smiled too and started stroking my cock with my hand.
But in That moment, my phone rang. It was the ringtone that indicated Andrea was messaging me. “Where are you? I've already taken a bath. I'm waiting for you...” And with the message, she sent me a photo of her hot and shiny pussy. The slut mother! My neighbor started to enjoy herself and I had to hurry down quickly. Better save the situation so it can be repeated, I thought. I went downstairs and found Andrea in a short camisole that was transparent and showed off her erect nipples, who had just come from below and said to me: - Where were you? I thought you were watching TV-. I invented that I was on the balcony, that I had sat down and fallen asleep. She pushed me onto the bed and said: - Ah, yes? ... Now wake up because I want to have sex with you, I'm hot-. As she says this, she throws herself at me and puts two fingers in my nose: – Feel – she says – I was relaxing in the bathroom-. And then I start to distinguish that salty smell that remains on the fingers when they play well inside a pussy. I take a deep breath and enjoy them, she puts her fingers in my mouth and I suck them eagerly. Then she turns around and sits on my face, supporting herself with her whole pussy in my mouth. And I start eating it. And she starts to moan. She's hot and I know it won't last long, I play with my tongue, lips, even nose. She leans forward and determines the cock, squeezes it, stretches to reach it with her mouth and puts it all in, gently biting while feeling the tremors of her body as she experiences an orgasm. She collapses on me exhausted, but then recovers energy and says: - Now! Have sex with me! I wanted to wait for her to recover so we could cum together and told her: - Wait, wait-. Because my cock was very hot from everything that had happened. But she misinterpreted it and said playfully: What's wrong? Don't you want to have sex with me? If you don't want to have sex with me today, I don't care. Let's play. Who do you want to have sex with? Sol Perez? What famous person do you want her to be? - He got hard (pinching his breasts) - Or do you want it to be your cousin? That one who left you hot and bothered from guy. Or... I already know... The new neighbor! Ah, that one turned you on. You got so stiff all of a sudden, pervert!
He was saying this and looking straight at me with his eyes. I couldn't hold back. When he mentioned the neighbor, my body reacted.
He knelt down at the bed's edge, looking at me straight on. He grabbed my cock and licked it like licking an ice cream. He laughed and said: - Ah, but you were such a pervert in the end! Do you know what? Today I'll be your girl...
I didn't know what to do, but the situation was generating a lot of excitement for me.
- Sir, I've always wanted a mature man to teach me well. Is that how it likes it? Am I doing it right? - he said while playing with my cock, which was half-way in his mouth.
Everything he was saying and doing left me delirious. The faces he made, the attitude he took. Suddenly I wasn't seeing my wife anymore. I saw her. Zoe. My neighbor. I saw her face, her breasts, her lips, her Booty. It was hard for me to contain myself.
Andrea kept playing along. She didn't seem angry or upset, on the contrary. You could tell she was hot and excited too.
After playing with my hand and mouth for a bit, she got up and turned around. She gave me her back. She got down on all fours on the bed. Lifted her Booty and said: - Sir, could you deflower my Booty? -. And then, closing her eyes and puckering up, she said: - Please sir...
The situation overwhelmed me, I didn't care about anything. I stood up on impulse and pressed the tip of my cock into her Booty. She stretched out her cheeks, widening the hole, inviting me to penetrate her.
Following the game, he was saying: - Slowly please, it will hurt. - And I, super excited, pushed my cock in and said: - Do you like Zoe? Do you like, slut? I felt, felt how I'm deflowering your ass. - And I pushed his cock in with force until the end, which, since she wasn't well lubricated, was a bit rough, but I didn't care about anything. Andrea's face changed a little at that moment. I don't know if it shocked her that she would call Zoe, or it hurt her that I had put the cock in her so savagely. But I didn't stop pumping her ass, not caring about a thing. I was taking Zoe, I was taking her hard, that girl. For being a slut. For warming me up like that. That's what she wanted, finally. That's what I wanted.
When I realized it, my wife was screaming like crazy: - Yes. I'm your slut . Your slut . Take me like that. Like that, neighbor...- I was enjoying it, even though it seemed to hurt her too. I was holding onto her waist tightly and had the cock fully inside and still pushing hard for it to go in deeper. Neither she nor I could contain ourselves and then I just let out a cum, feeling several jets shoot inside of her, with each jet I released with force again.
That night I couldn't sleep. I had left very satisfied with the experience. My wife had been asleep for a while and I was tossing and turning in bed. The truth is that what happened that night instead of calming me down left me even hotter with my neighbor. But I couldn't fail Andrea like that. My wife is pure gold, I can't afford to lose her, especially not with a girl. I had to find a way to cut this nonsense short. After all, I'm a forty-year-old guy... and my neighbor could even be my daughter...
I got up and went out onto the balcony to get some air. On the other side of the wall, I noticed that the lights were already off. I wondered how this story was going to end and then I see something hanging from a plant on the balcony. What is this? I approach and discover a purple thong and a note:
Here's the thong I chose for you. I had fun with my pussy after cumming, leaving you with the taste... Did you see me? I'm dying to try your cum. Schedule me... And she left her mobile number.
My cock was exploding below my pants...
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Little did I understand that my wife was ignorant of everything, but my neighbor wasn't. And with her tender and mischievous smile, she was letting me know. What was she looking for? Was she extorting me?
When she left, she hinted that she had to take a bath and do things later. What did she mean by that? Did she know I had been spying on her? Was she inciting me to spy on her tonight?
I couldn't believe what was happening. My wife went out to open the door for my neighbor who said goodbye to me, saying Goodnight, sir, Ah! Sir, she called me, What a daughter of a slut!
I waited for my wife to come back. I still thought things were going to get crazy, but no. With a smile, she says: - The neighbor is a real bombshell. Do you know her?
Me: - No, never seen her before.
Andrea: - Honestly, she's a sweet girl, apart from being very friendly. It seems she moved here just before the quarantine.
Me: Ah. Look at that!
Andrea: And what a body she has! Did you see?
Me: No, I didn't look well. Was she pretty?
Andrea (laughing): Oh, come on, of course not... you didn't look...
We then talked about what we got from the supermarket and what we were going to have for dinner. I was happy that nothing had blown up.
But my mind was also eating away at me thinking about how my neighbor knew I was spying on her. The more I thought about it, the crazier I got, thinking she not only knew but even approved of it. All the way until we finished dinner, I couldn't get out of my head that she would be waiting for me to spy on her tonight. And the urges I had... But how was I going to do it? I couldn't just tell my wife out of the blue that I'd be taking a walk around the block. I'd have to come up with something. What could I say?
I was eating away at myself, and in the end things sorted themselves out. After dinner, my wife says: - Love, do you mind if I go upstairs for an immersion bath? I want to relax for a bit, I'm half-tense.
Of course not, so I just sat there watching something on TV... Andá tranquila I said. And I stayed anxious, below, waiting for her to enter to take her bath so I could leave the balcony. After five minutes I went up and heard she was already inside, so I took advantage of going out onto the balcony and walked towards it. I was anxious like never before.
As soon as I arrived, I saw her. Beautiful. Resplendent. Totally naked. She had left the curtains open for me to see her fully. Then I understood she was trying on lingerie. Innerwear. In reality, she only changed into thongs. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself from the front, profile, and then turned around to show off completely. When she glanced out the window, she smiled, bit her lip, or stuck out her tongue a little or wiggled an eye... She put on a white cotton gusset and then a red thong well fitted. After that, a black thong well warrior-like and so on. She had me idiotic. I don't know if I wasn't really drooling...
I saw the movement of her breasts as she turned and wanted to throw myself over there.
Ah, it started getting better. After choosing a purple set that she left on, she began dancing. First soft, sensual. She caressed her body, breasts, legs, booty. Then strong, shaking in a very sexual way... How she moved her ass for God's sake! It took me to the extreme of wanting to feel her like that, moving over me with my cock well inside hers.
My orgasm exploded, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to release it.
She settled into bed ready to touch herself for me one more time. I saw how her hand went in and out between the fabric and her sex. I was also squeezing hard. She took off the purple gusset and threw it out the window, like towards me. She did it laughing. Complicit. Saluting with one hand and opening up with the other to show off her pussy that shone bright from her heat. I smiled too and started stroking my cock with my hand.
But in That moment, my phone rang. It was the ringtone that indicated Andrea was messaging me. “Where are you? I've already taken a bath. I'm waiting for you...” And with the message, she sent me a photo of her hot and shiny pussy. The slut mother! My neighbor started to enjoy herself and I had to hurry down quickly. Better save the situation so it can be repeated, I thought. I went downstairs and found Andrea in a short camisole that was transparent and showed off her erect nipples, who had just come from below and said to me: - Where were you? I thought you were watching TV-. I invented that I was on the balcony, that I had sat down and fallen asleep. She pushed me onto the bed and said: - Ah, yes? ... Now wake up because I want to have sex with you, I'm hot-. As she says this, she throws herself at me and puts two fingers in my nose: – Feel – she says – I was relaxing in the bathroom-. And then I start to distinguish that salty smell that remains on the fingers when they play well inside a pussy. I take a deep breath and enjoy them, she puts her fingers in my mouth and I suck them eagerly. Then she turns around and sits on my face, supporting herself with her whole pussy in my mouth. And I start eating it. And she starts to moan. She's hot and I know it won't last long, I play with my tongue, lips, even nose. She leans forward and determines the cock, squeezes it, stretches to reach it with her mouth and puts it all in, gently biting while feeling the tremors of her body as she experiences an orgasm. She collapses on me exhausted, but then recovers energy and says: - Now! Have sex with me! I wanted to wait for her to recover so we could cum together and told her: - Wait, wait-. Because my cock was very hot from everything that had happened. But she misinterpreted it and said playfully: What's wrong? Don't you want to have sex with me? If you don't want to have sex with me today, I don't care. Let's play. Who do you want to have sex with? Sol Perez? What famous person do you want her to be? - He got hard (pinching his breasts) - Or do you want it to be your cousin? That one who left you hot and bothered from guy. Or... I already know... The new neighbor! Ah, that one turned you on. You got so stiff all of a sudden, pervert!
He was saying this and looking straight at me with his eyes. I couldn't hold back. When he mentioned the neighbor, my body reacted.
He knelt down at the bed's edge, looking at me straight on. He grabbed my cock and licked it like licking an ice cream. He laughed and said: - Ah, but you were such a pervert in the end! Do you know what? Today I'll be your girl...
I didn't know what to do, but the situation was generating a lot of excitement for me.
- Sir, I've always wanted a mature man to teach me well. Is that how it likes it? Am I doing it right? - he said while playing with my cock, which was half-way in his mouth.
Everything he was saying and doing left me delirious. The faces he made, the attitude he took. Suddenly I wasn't seeing my wife anymore. I saw her. Zoe. My neighbor. I saw her face, her breasts, her lips, her Booty. It was hard for me to contain myself.
Andrea kept playing along. She didn't seem angry or upset, on the contrary. You could tell she was hot and excited too.
After playing with my hand and mouth for a bit, she got up and turned around. She gave me her back. She got down on all fours on the bed. Lifted her Booty and said: - Sir, could you deflower my Booty? -. And then, closing her eyes and puckering up, she said: - Please sir...
The situation overwhelmed me, I didn't care about anything. I stood up on impulse and pressed the tip of my cock into her Booty. She stretched out her cheeks, widening the hole, inviting me to penetrate her.
Following the game, he was saying: - Slowly please, it will hurt. - And I, super excited, pushed my cock in and said: - Do you like Zoe? Do you like, slut? I felt, felt how I'm deflowering your ass. - And I pushed his cock in with force until the end, which, since she wasn't well lubricated, was a bit rough, but I didn't care about anything. Andrea's face changed a little at that moment. I don't know if it shocked her that she would call Zoe, or it hurt her that I had put the cock in her so savagely. But I didn't stop pumping her ass, not caring about a thing. I was taking Zoe, I was taking her hard, that girl. For being a slut. For warming me up like that. That's what she wanted, finally. That's what I wanted.
When I realized it, my wife was screaming like crazy: - Yes. I'm your slut . Your slut . Take me like that. Like that, neighbor...- I was enjoying it, even though it seemed to hurt her too. I was holding onto her waist tightly and had the cock fully inside and still pushing hard for it to go in deeper. Neither she nor I could contain ourselves and then I just let out a cum, feeling several jets shoot inside of her, with each jet I released with force again.
That night I couldn't sleep. I had left very satisfied with the experience. My wife had been asleep for a while and I was tossing and turning in bed. The truth is that what happened that night instead of calming me down left me even hotter with my neighbor. But I couldn't fail Andrea like that. My wife is pure gold, I can't afford to lose her, especially not with a girl. I had to find a way to cut this nonsense short. After all, I'm a forty-year-old guy... and my neighbor could even be my daughter...
I got up and went out onto the balcony to get some air. On the other side of the wall, I noticed that the lights were already off. I wondered how this story was going to end and then I see something hanging from a plant on the balcony. What is this? I approach and discover a purple thong and a note:
Here's the thong I chose for you. I had fun with my pussy after cumming, leaving you with the taste... Did you see me? I'm dying to try your cum. Schedule me... And she left her mobile number.
My cock was exploding below my pants...
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https://poringa.net/posts/relatos/3737694/La-bombacha-caliente-de-mi-vecinita.html
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Parte 1
https://poringa.net/posts/relatos/3700478/Las-bombachas-de-mi-vecina.html
Parte 2
https://poringa.net/posts/relatos/3709881/El-olor-de-la-bombacha-de-mi-vecinita.html
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6 comentários - El sabor de la bombacha de mí vecina
La vecina esta atrevida a regalar su calentura...
Esperamos la otra parte..saludos
Pd: Así me imagino a la veci... Que dicho sea de paso, esta bebu tiene 22. La visualizo a ella en cada lectura, jajja. Soñar no cuesta nada.
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