In that era I lived happily married to my first husband, I was 28 years old, and the eldest of my two sons had already been born. Like many couples, we were starting a new stage filled with illusion, in which we had just bought an apartment.
As our economy allowed it thanks to my well-paid husband's work, both of us had decided that I reduce my working hours.
In the mornings, I would leave the child at daycare, and in the afternoons, I would pick him up from my mother-in-law, who was delighted to spend a few hours with her grandson. When my husband left work, he would go straight to his mother's house to look for the child.
So, I had all mornings free. I had decided to use that time to enroll in a couple of courses that I had left pending from my studies.
We had lived in our new home for so few days that I still didn't know any of my neighbors. Until one morning, when returning from leaving my son at daycare, I ran into a man in his fifties in the elevator.
Good morning, I greeted him politely.
He didn't even respond, just raised his eyebrows instinctively. I was about to press the button for my floor when I saw that it had already been pressed, so I deduced that he would be living on my same floor.
When the elevator door closed and started moving, I could see through the mirror at the back of the car that the unpleasant character wasn't taking his eyes off me with total impudence. This made me feel really uncomfortable, even instinctively pulled my short skirt down without managing to cover a larger area of my exposed legs. He must have noticed my failed attempt.
Nice thighs, he said in a deep and grave voice.
Thank you, I replied terribly cut off - Do you live here? I asked, trying to reduce the tension from his inopportune comment - My husband and I moved in a few days ago.
Yes, I know, he said, looking me over. Up and down with the gaze —I heard you yesterday.
—Excuse me, we have a one-and-a-half-year-old child and some nights he cries a little when we put him to bed. —I apologized.
—No, it's not about that. I didn't exactly hear the child —He said with a mocking smile on his lips, just as the elevator door opened.
I got out after him and saw that he was opening the door right next to mine. Once I entered the house, I stayed thoughtful. 'What did he mean by saying he had heard us?' I wondered, finding almost instantaneously the answer.
The night before, like almost all nights, I had made love with my husband. We were both quite passionate, and maybe we had gotten a bit carried away. Although I didn't remember it being an especially torrid night.
I tried to recall, my husband had eaten me out for a while until he left me almost at the point of climax. Then I got on top of him, riding, until we both came almost at the same time.
When we put the child to bed that night and I was alone with my husband, I told him about the comment the neighbor from next door had made.
—Do you think he could have heard us making love? —I asked.
—I'm sure he would be listening more to you than to us, he said laughing at the situation.
—I don't remember it being a world-class screw —I replied somewhat confused.
—You know that when you're turned on, you can't repress your moans. But I love seeing you enjoy yourself. Don't give it another thought—my husband tried to calm me down, giving me a hug.
—Seriously? Do you think I make more noise than other women? I'll have to be careful from now on. What shame! —I exclaimed blushing.
I had never thought that I might be an especially noisy woman when expressing pleasure during sex.
That night, when we finally got into bed and started making love without knowing the reason, I got even more excited than usual.
I began to... I imagine myself at the quiet and downloadable neighbor listening attentively on the other side of the wall. I couldn't hold back, I imagined him masturbating. I remembered his way of looking at me in the elevator, with total audacity.
My husband started eating my pussy while two of his fingers reached inside my vagina; I couldn't take it anymore. I had tried to stifle my moans until then by biting my hand and digging my teeth into it. But the pleasure my husband was giving me was too intense for me to hold back. Then I removed my hand from my mouth.
—Ahhh... yes...! You're eating me so well... pussy! So good!
Alex was so used to my moans that he didn't even remember my neighbor. He kept insisting, trying to make me reach orgasm.
I held him tightly by the head, pressing his mouth against my vagina. I was suffocating him against my sex, dead from pleasure and morbidness.
—Me coming...! Keep going...! Yes, it's so good...! Keep going, darling...! Ahhh...! Ahhh...! Ahhh...! —I screamed without being able to or wanting to stop, as I reached climax.
Once I had recovered, it was my turn to give pleasure to my husband. Then I grabbed his thick cock decisively and started giving him a good blow job, just the way he likes it.
Five minutes later, Alex was sleeping like an angel, while I couldn't fall asleep. All I could think about was my uncomfortable neighbor next door.
'Would he have heard me? Would he have masturbated? He must have...,' I thought, pleased and mortified in equal parts.
Two or three days passed, and I had almost forgotten the unfortunate encounter with my neighbor.
When one morning I was taking my son to daycare, just as I was putting the keys in my purse, I don't know if it was a coincidence or if he was waiting for me, but he also came out of his house at that moment.
As soon as I saw him, I felt embarrassed.
—Good morning, blonde. Out with your son today? Are you coming? —he asked with a mocking grimace on his lips. —No. I'm taking him to daycare —I replied, pushing the stroller to the elevator. —You didn't listen to me last night —he suddenly said. —Don't know what you're talking about —I cut in curtly and intimidatingly, looking at him with disdain from my height, since with my heels on I was half a head taller than him. —I'm referring to when you were getting it on with your husband —he commented with total boldness and naturalness —I arrived late, and I suppose by that hour your husband would have already given you what's yours —He said entering the elevator just as the doors opened. I couldn't help but follow him in, refusing to wait for him to get off on one of the seven floors, so I'd have to call the elevator again myself. I'm not going to let myself be intimidated, I thought angry. —Do you suppose a woman like you will shave her pubic hair? —he interrogated, looking at me with sarcasm. —A woman like me? —I asked full of rage. —I mean a woman as horny as you —he responded without losing his stupid smile. —Idiot! —I exclaimed confidently —What do you know about women! —I added in the same tone. —Do you shave your pubic hair? —he insisted, not feeling hurt by his own words. I didn't answer. But what a jerk this guy is! I kept repeating to myself, wanting to get to the bottom floor. That morning I left the kid at daycare without being able to get those coarse words of my neighbor out of my head. I'll tell my husband. Maybe if Alex talks to him and puts things right, he'll finally leave me alone. I thought totally indignant. He didn't have the right to talk to me like that just because he heard us having sex with my husband, no matter how late he arrived. But in the end I decided not to say anything to my husband that night. I knew Alex sometimes had a bit of a rough hand, and I didn't want to force a confrontation between them. We'd just bought the apartment, and I didn't want to create tension with any neighbor. That night when we were having sex, I moaned like always. Besides, with the incentive of thinking that he would probably be listening to me and masturbating. I couldn't help but think it, and even less could I avoid that morbid thought from lighting up my libido.
The next morning we coincided again in the elevator. I never believed in coincidences. I was sure he was waiting for me by the door mirror, looking out at the same time as me leaving home, and making it a coincidence.
—Good morning,—I said without even looking at him.
But this time I didn't get a response. That morning his crude mouth didn't open once, nor did he make any gesture or comment. He just looked at me from top to bottom, with no filter.
The days went by repeating themselves. At night I made love to my husband, knowing he would be listening. But in the mornings, the unpleasant character would leave home at the same time as me and we'd share the elevator without speaking a word.
Until one morning, I don't know why I did it. It was like someone was talking inside of me. I swear it wasn't premeditated.
—Yes,—I affirmed briefly.
Then he looked at me, smiling again with his grotesque and mocking gesture.
—What do you mean?—he asked sarcastically, knowing exactly what I meant.
—I mean that yes, I have the shaved pubic area,—I confirmed, dead from shame.
—Very well, I like it,—he responded. —Do you wear panties or a thong?—
I tried to hold his gaze, but just as I started responding, I couldn't help but look down at the floor.
—Thong,—I replied in a barely audible voice.
—What color?—he wanted to know.
—White,—I replied, getting more and more cut off.
—Tomorrow, I want you to wear a black one for me. Have you understood?—
He asked autocratically.
I responded with a nodding gesture.
—I didn't hear you,—he said, forcing me to say it again.
—I understand,—I said, unable to... Look him in the face.
Why did I tell him yes? Is it because I was going to put on a black thong just because he asked me to? What was I trying to say by putting on a black thong for him?, my head was invaded by questions, nothing more than stepping out onto the street.
I remember the next morning. I searched for the ugliest and most discreet underwear I had. I found some flesh-colored ones that I didn't even remember. When I got out of the shower, I put them on decisively.
But what must he have thought? Did he think I would take him seriously?, I said to myself, smiling.
But just as I was about to open the door, doubts assailed me. It's like something inside my head forced me to continue his morbid game. I ran down the hallway until I reached my room, opened the bedside table and picked up a black lace thong.
I quickly took off my underwear, threw them on the floor with disdain, and put on the black lace thong that I had just taken from the bedside table.
As every morning, we both left the house at the same time. We didn't even talk while waiting for the elevator in the hallway. But once we got in and the doors closed, everything changed
—Lift your skirt. Or do you want me to rip it off?—
Then I obeyed submissively. I lifted my skirt from behind, showing him what he wanted to see.
—You have a great fox ass,—
I was dead of fear. On one hand, I wanted the elevator doors to open when we reached the floor below, but another part of me was eager to feel one of his hands on my exposed buttocks.
I had been unfaithful to my husband at some point, but I had promised to change. I was very excited about our new life project together. We were even talking about having another child, we had bought the apartment, had good jobs, besides, Alex was very attentive with me, and I knew I was in love with him.
Why did I behave this way with a man for whom Wasn't there even any physical attraction? It was a kind of insane magnetism that I felt for that unpleasant 50-year-old. I lowered my skirt and tried to resist the impulse I felt towards him. My vagina was palpating, I knew I was wet, I felt perilously excited. When the elevator doors opened, I pulled out my son's stroller, which he was sleeping peacefully in. That morning, I didn't go back home, I was afraid of running into my neighbor again in the elevator. I had to put an end to all this. It was one thing to have found a point of excitement knowing he was listening on the other side of the wall, and another to have lifted up my skirt. But that night when my husband started kissing me beside me and began to make out with me, all the excitement I felt that morning came flooding back. I needed his cock deep in my sex. 'I can't take it anymore,' I said almost at the start of our foreplay. 'Give it to me!' I almost begged, getting up from the bed and putting myself on all fours. Alex looked at me a bit confused, knowing that I was a very passionate woman who loved sex as much as he did. But also knew that I enjoyed foreplay, caresses, and kisses, oral sex... For me, sex is a series of stages and circumstances that I like to savor one after another. 'Honey, give it to me already. I'm really slutty today,' I confirmed. He didn't need to be told twice. Alex got behind me, slapping my buttocks with force until they were red, just as he knew I liked. The sound of his slaps against my ass echoed through the room like a whip. But that night, my sex was so hungry that after starting to penetrate me, I came like a crazy slut. Few times have I reached climax so quickly and suddenly. 'Joderrrrrr! I love feeling your cock inside,' I screamed, possessed by a high degree of... excitement and pleasure. I could feel the moisture of my pussy running down the inner surface of my thighs.
My husband, probably because he saw me so horny, didn't last long either and spilled his hot cum deep into my vagina.
I didn't even get up to wash myself at the bidet like I did every night after fucking. I was exhausted, surely, from the pressure and the feelings of guilt that had been building all day.
Tomorrow I'll leave before going home, so he won't be prepared, and we won't have to share the elevator, I thought just before finally falling asleep.
But during the day, I went through different transformations in my mood. In the mornings, I couldn't help but want to see him. I would get up so wet and horny that I had tried masturbating in the shower, but there was no way to reduce that sexual tension.
Then, for the rest of the day, annoying feelings of shame and guilt would assault me, where I would swear to myself that I wouldn't do anything like what I was doing again.
I left at the same hour as usual, eagerly waiting to see him.
Good morning, I said, waiting for the elevator.
He rarely responded to my greetings, only looking at me from top to bottom, as if he were taking an X-ray of my body. As if I were an object of his possession.
When I crossed the threshold of the narrow room, it was the most complicated moment for me. My mouth would dry up and I would feel terribly tense and nervous, never knowing what would happen that morning. My heart would race, and for a few minutes, I could feel a violent palpitation.
Last night you were hornier than usual, he said with his deep and cavernous voice.
I didn't say anything, my hands remaining on the baby stroller, trying to hide as best I could the excitement he provoked in me.
What position did you come in? he asked.
I came at four, I replied like a stupid automaton without will of my own.
Like one Good slutty, you just missed barking — he said laughing while lifting my skirt.
I didn't say anything. I stayed quiet, waiting and eagerly wanting to feel a caress.
Then he got down on his knees, keeping his face almost pressed against my exposed buttocks. I noticed his hands grasping the rubber of my thong, then he started pulling it down. I closed my legs a bit to make it easier for him to take off my panties.
But he, despite the place and moment, took his time. Enjoying every centimeter as my panties slid down, first over my thighs and then over my legs, until they finally reached my ankles.
He grabbed one of them directly, indicating that I should lift that leg. I obeyed, and then he pulled off my panties with care so they wouldn't get caught in my heels.
—Lift the other foot —he indicated with a sweeter tone than usual.
I obeyed, like a good sexy girl tamed and domesticated. When he finally had my thong in his power, he stood up. Then he lowered my skirt, which had remained up until that moment to my waist. He even stopped to put it on correctly with certain flair. He didn't touch me at any point, which increased my desire for him to do so.
«Let me touch you! My pussy is burning! Touch me!» A voice inside me was screaming.
Then I looked at him, and he was smelling my panties, then he smiled and put them away, folding them carefully in the pocket of his jacket.
—I love your smell, women. They smell like sluts! — He commented without any shame. —If you want to get them back, you know where I live —he added, not stopping smiling, coinciding exactly with the moment when the elevator door opened. Leaving me alone and perplexed, with my son inside.
Although going without underwear in public wasn't something new for me, the feeling of going without innerwear always provoked a special excitement in me.
«You could have left the panties. I wouldn't force an encounter under the excuse to go look for them. Besides, this time on his own turf. I had already gone too far. This had to come, I couldn't stop thinking about it inside my head.
Just when I was about to put the key in the lock of my house, the door next to mine opened. It was him, he looked at me fixedly. He was leaning against the frame of the entrance.
I tried to get into the house before he said something nasty to me, but with nerves, the keys fell out of my hand onto the floor. Then I tried to bend down carefully, the skirt was very short and I remembered that for his cum, I wasn't wearing underwear.
Do you want to come over to my place to pick up your thong? he asked boastfully.
I doubted whether such a question deserved an answer from me.
You can keep it, I said just in time, as I finally managed to open the door.
I'll masturbate with him tonight when I hear you moaning like the slut you are, he added before I slammed the door shut.
That night in bed, when my husband started kissing me, I tried to be stubborn.
I'm tired. I've been studying all day, I lied, trying to get rid of him.
But Alex insisted. He knew me since I was 15 and knew exactly what I had to do to make myself come again.
Not long after, I felt his mouth on my sex. His playful tongue began to search for my clitoris. I put my hand over my mouth, not wanting to let out a single moan. But soon I imagined the man masturbating with the underwear he had taken off me that morning.
A dry pain made me come back to reality, I had bitten the back of my hand, and it was perfectly visible on my skin like an X-ray.
At that moment, I felt Alex's fingers entering my sex, while his mouth made me shudder with pleasure.
Fuck me, treat me like a slut! I screamed, out of control.
My husband listened, turned me over and left me face down. I opened the door legs, when I noticed his cock rubbing my vagina. —¡Joderrrrrrrrr… what a pleasure!!! — I said when I felt him pushing his way inside my sex. —¡Come on, baby, come! Let's go, Olivia, I want to hear you cum! — My husband was saying without stopping entering and leaving my pussy. —Give it to me hard, give it to me harder! ¡Joderrrr, give it to me more! I'm coming, I'm coming...! Ahhh...! Ahhhh...! Yes...! I'm coming...! What a pleasure!!! I slept like a rock all night. Despite always loving to wake up early, that morning if I could have, I would have stayed in bed the whole day. I was emotionally exhausted. I thought about staying home. Tell my mother-in-law not to come pick up the kid in the afternoon, that I wouldn't take him to daycare that day. However, I finally decided I couldn't miss the day. I was behind on my assignments. Besides, I had to face my own fears and demons. Thinking about it well, never has happened to me before. Never has he rubbed against me, not even when he took off my underwear, dared to touch me. Why then should I be afraid? I hadn't done anything until that moment. I told myself trying to downplay what had happened. I don't know why we always give more importance to what we do than to how we feel. When many times our own feelings are more dangerous than our actions. —¡You son of a bitch! — I screamed with all my might in my bedroom, hoping he could hear me. —Leave me alone! — I shouted almost on the verge of tears. Then I left the house, dragging my little one's stroller. I called the elevator, waited nervously. Finally it arrived and the door opened. Then I entered anxiously, my fingers trembled when I pressed the button for the ground floor. The door closed. I breathed a sigh of relief, but inside, I couldn't help feeling a great disappointment. Perhaps he heard me scream. He'll think it's best to leave me alone, I tried to reason, without... feel totally convinced. Then I don't know why I did it, but when I got to the bottom floor, I pressed the seventh button again. The elevator started moving again, this time in reverse. I took advantage of the trip to take off my panties. When the elevator opened, I got out determinedly and left my panties abandoned on its door handle. Then I escaped like a soul going to hell. I went back up to the elevator and down to the street again. Nothing more had happened when I arrived downstairs than what I had just done. It was a point of no return, I was convinced. I was even egging it on, giving it wings to continue its malevolent game of domination over me.
What have you done, Olivia?, I asked myself, trying to find an answer that I never managed to understand.
Nothing more than leaving the kid at daycare, I decided to go back home. I didn't think about going through another day escaping my own destiny, which I had decided for myself that morning.
My panties aren't here! Someone must have taken them, I suppose it was him, I thought while nervously searching for my house keys in my purse.
Then his door opened. He looked at me, this time with a serious, almost severe and circumspect expression.
Hello Olivia, he greeted me with an austere tone.
How do you know my name?, I asked confused.
That's what your husband calls you, I've heard him say it on some night, he replied. Come in, he said, retreating from the door and disappearing from my view.
I hesitated. It was still time. I hadn't gone too far, actually nothing had happened yet.
But is that really what I wanted?, I asked myself
I crossed the threshold and peered into a dark hallway that reminded me of a sinuous cave. I didn't see him, there was no trace of him. But from the depths of the house, I heard him say it to me with his authoritative tone.
Come on! Get out of here once and for all and close the door.
I obeyed in silence. I closed the door trembling and scared, advancing down the long and dark walked like a docile sheep that goes straight to the slaughterhouse. I remember perfectly the smell of humidity, it was cold.
—What have you come for Olivia?—I heard her voice, with an even darker tone than what I remembered.
I advanced towards him. I crossed a door and entered a bedroom. He was waiting for me, sitting on a bed that had been unmade for several days.
—I don't know. Actually, I don't know what pussy I'm doing here—, I replied frankly.
—On the other side of the headboard of the bed, is your bedroom—, he said pointing with his finger.
—I know—, I confirmed. Trying to make audible the weak thread of voice that came out of my mouth.
Then I looked, my two bras were on one of the nightstands next to the bed.
—Come, sit down here with me. Today for the first time you'll be on the other side —He said pointing at the partition that separated both houses.
I approached and sat down right next to him, on the mattress.
Then he passed his hand over my shirt at the height of my voluminous breasts, I could feel through the fabric of the shirt the warmth of the tip of his fingers, on one of my nipples.
—Don't you wear a bra? —He asked out of habit knowing well the answer.
—I don't, almost never. Only put it on with certain clothes that squish my chest —, I denied confirming his suspicion.
—Does your husband not care that you dress like a slut? —He asked trying to humiliate me.
—What do you mean? He has never gotten involved in how I dress. Neither would he, nor anyone else—, I affirmed roundly and convincingly.
—I walk without a bra, always wear scandalously short miniskirts, and sometimes, I've seen you with necklines that show half of these tits —He said trying to grab and catch them uselessly in the hollow of his hand. Besides, being so good, you still attract more attention.
—Thank you—, I said without knowing very well the reason for showing gratitude.
—Do you thank me for saying you dress like a slut? —He asked again.
I didn't say anything, remained silent. It was obvious that the reason he was thanking me had been to tell me I looked good, not because he thought a woman who wears slightly daring clothes is provoking like a slut. —Take off your shirt! — He said with his harsh and decisive tone that didn't allow for any discussion. I took off my shirt and left it at the foot of the bed, leaving my breasts exposed. —You have great tits, foxy! — He said looking at them with anxiety, like a hungry spectator who hasn't been invited to the feast and sees the plates being passed by his side. —Do you want to touch them? — I invited him with desire to feel his hands on my breasts. —Get up! — He ordered, leaving me dead with anticipation and with the word on my lips —You told me yesterday that your pussy was shaved —, he reminded me. I got up while he remained seated on the bed, positioning myself in front of him. I lifted my short red-print dress, leaving my sex at a short distance from his face. I grabbed his hand between mine and placed it directly on my vagina. Finally, I could feel the touch of his skin on my naked body. —Do you like my slit? Have you seen how wet it is? — I said with a morbid tone, as he began to put two of his fingers inside my pussy —Like this, sweetheart... put your fingers in there — I added shivering with desire and pleasure. The abundant fluids from my sex then began to flow down his fingers, even dripping onto the floor. I could feel my moist thighs, which had been wet when I was sitting. —Come here, slut! — He said releasing my sex, grabbing me by the buttocks and bringing me closer to him. Then I felt his mouth reaching my pussy. He began to explore it with his tongue, noticing how my vaginal lips were almost entirely absorbed by his hungry mouth. I wanted to die of pleasure. I even had to support myself on his head not to lose my balance. But just when the tip of his tongue finally found my swollen clitoris, I thought I would faint. pleasure. —¡Joderrrrrrrrrr! — I said without being able to contain a long sigh. My moans made him react, even more excited. He stood up and pushed me violently against the bed. He roughly pulled off my skirt, which I had been holding up until then. I opened my legs, lifting them as high as I could, inviting him to continue. He launched himself like a wild animal, followed with true mastery eating my pussy. It gave me so much pleasure that my moans were continuous and prevented me from almost forming entire sentences. I lost track of time, only knowing that he made me come two or three times, leaving me exhausted. My legs trembled as if they had nervous spasms. —Please stop, I can't take it anymore —, I begged trying to pull him off my thighs. —Look how dirty you are —, he said pointing to the sheets under my sex. Then I saw a large circle darkening the sheet fabric, moistened with my own fluids. —Sorry —, I said half smiling, half embarrassed. —Now I want you to leave —, he said suddenly with a tone so severe that it gave me a real shiver. —Don't you want to screw me? —, I dared to ask him surprised, since nothing like this had ever happened to me before. —When I want to screw you, I will —, he said sharply — Only I'll screw you when you need it so much that you're completely mine —, he added in a way that sounded like an imminent threat. —I'm here completely naked and open-legged for you. Look at how I've left the sheets. Do you think I can give myself to someone else —, I replied eager for him to stop messing around and start screwing me like a man. —Haven't you heard? Besides being foxy, you're also deaf! Get out of here once and for all! —, he exclaimed in a way so violent that even his face reddened with anger. I didn't add anything more. I grabbed my shirt, skirt, and one of the bras on the nightstand, and got dressed without finding enough courage to look at him On the face. I got out of the room without even bothering to fully dress myself, walking silently down the dark and long hallway while putting on my miniskirt. I arrived at the front door of the house; he didn't come with me, preferring to stay in the room as I was leaving. You're a worthless impotent piece of shit! I screamed just before opening the street door and slamming it shut with a loud bang that almost made the building shake. I remember being furious with the world. First with myself for letting myself get dragged into the game of a stranger who could complicate my life, and not even feeling a special physical attraction towards him. It was something much more intense and dark. It was a kind of insane attraction that I couldn't control. I felt like an idiot, still excited despite having run around like a madwoman. I knew that even though I was angry, if he had called my doorbell at that moment, I would have opened it and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I was in his hands What problem did I have? Why didn't he want to screw me? Didn't he desire me? I knew that wasn't true, no one gets eaten out like that unless they feel a strong desire..., my head kept spinning with absurd ideas, going over everything that had just happened like a centrifuge. I took a shower, wanted to clear my head, get rid of the feeling of his mouth on my pussy and his hands on my thighs. I changed clothes, needed to calm down, go out into the street, escape from there. I cursed the moment when my husband and I decided to buy that flat in that damn building. I opened the nightstand drawer to grab some underwear, but then I saw what he had just taken off lying on the floor. Then I picked them up, looked at them, smelled them. He must have masturbated with them, I wanted to think. I couldn't be sure, but only knowing that they had been in his hands, that he had smelled them... I decided to put them on, felt an immense tingling when the thong fabric inserted itself and disappeared between my buttocks. I put on the Rubber band, pulling up. Then I noticed the fabric stuck on my vagina's lips. I liked the sensation, it was like feeling him caressing me again.
I left home, making as much noise as possible when closing the door. I wanted him to know I was there. I imagined him looking through the peephole, excitedly looking at me, wanting me.
Then I touched the elevator button, I wanted it to come out, to accompany me down the stairs. I wanted it to stop with the emergency stop button, put me against the mirror, lift my skirt and screw me wildly right there.
But he didn't come out of the house, I didn't hear any noise at all. Had he also left? Was he spying on me? The disappointment I felt was tremendous when the door closed and the elevator began to descend to the ground floor.
When I got out onto the street, I remembered I didn't even know his name. Not even able to insult him, screaming his disgusting name inside my head.
I started walking without my head telling my feet where to take me. Taking an undetermined route, I just wanted to get away from home as soon as possible. I didn't even go shopping like I usually do when I want to pass the time or clear my head.
I'm used to walking in heels, I never get tired or have sore feet. After more than an hour of walking, suddenly, without knowing exactly where I was, I felt the need to pee.
I searched for a bar urgently, didn't see any. The nerves and continuing to walk made my desire to pee increase. Finally, I saw one at the end of the street, I breathed in relief.
I went inside, it was a neighborhood café with not many customers at that hour.
—A third beer, please —, I asked just before heading to the restroom.
Once I came out, I felt relieved and extremely relaxed, so I sat down next to the bar. The bartender looked at me smiling.
—You've never been here before, are you from around here? — He asked me. --No, I'm just passing through. I like walking and getting lost sometimes in places I don't know--, I commented, smiling back at him. --I'm glad your steps have brought you precisely to my bar. There aren't many women as interesting and beautiful as you every day--, he said, giving me his ear. I liked his boldness. I looked at him more closely again. 'He must be around the same age as me or maybe a year or two older. At most, he'd be in his thirties,' I thought mentally. I found him attractive, not your typical good-looking guy without charm. He seemed like a very masculine man. He was tall and dark-haired. --Thanks for saying I'm beautiful. Do you say that to all your clients?--, I asked, already following the game openly. --No way... actually I'm a very shy person--, he joked. --But when I saw you walking in to use the restroom, I couldn't help but notice your legs. You're tremendous. Then when you sat down, I could see that you're also very beautiful--, he said, daring to flirt with me. --You look pretty good too--, I replied, not stopping looking at him. Sometimes, when I'm this direct, many men get intimidated and look away, but the guy knew how to hold my gaze. --Are you married?--, he asked suddenly. --Well, honestly, if you want me to tell the truth, I don't remember. Sometimes when I go out for a walk, I suffer from a kind of temporary amnesia--, I joked. --Sorry, I think I was very clumsy. I shouldn't have asked that, I'm out of practice--, he commented, putting his hand on mine. --Don't worry, I didn't feel offended--, I replied, smiling. --Would you like to invite me for another beer?--, he offered, trying to correct his clumsiness. --Are you trying to get me drunk?--, I asked with a smirk, showing my smile. --I wish... but honestly, it's that I'd like to have something with you, with more intimacy--, he said, pointing at the two clients remaining in the bar with his eyes. I smiled, giving him to understand that I was also willing to take things further A private moment with him alone.
—I'm sorry gentlemen, but I have to close the bar. Something has come up. You two are of course invited —, he said suddenly raising his tone.
—I hope it's not serious, Miguel — replied a man who had been playing slot machines.
—it's not bad — added the bartender winking at him.
The two men looked surprised, finished their drinks and left the bar.
Miguel followed them out and closed the door to the establishment, leaving only him and me inside.
A minute later we started kissing.
I think I myself hastened the events, I was still very excited since my encounter with the neighbor, and the way he kissed me made him understand that he didn't have to be too subtle or fine with me.
Miguel's hands lifted up my shirt, and went straight for my breasts. His mouth started sucking my erect and sensitive nipples, which immediately became hard and turgid.
—you have beautiful tits —, he whispered without stopping eating them.
—and you have a delicious mouth — I replied
—How do you call yourself? — he asked offering me his hand.
—Olivia — I answered
—Come with me Olivia, we'll be more comfortable there —, he commented pointing to some armchairs next to an enormous TV screen.
I took advantage of that moment to take off my shirt, which had been up until then, showing off my abundant and profuse breasts.
Miguel grabbed me by the waist and gently led me to those armchairs.
—you're a splendid woman — he exclaimed surprised by my height.
I didn't want to wait any longer, so I put my hand on his crotch, noticing an enormous bulge under his tight jeans.
—What do you have here? — I asked openly
—Do you want to see it? — he offered smiling
—I don't just want to see it, I also want to eat it — I confessed winking at him
He stepped back a little from me and started taking off his pants in a clumsy and hasty way. pants, I took off my skirt and was left alone with my shoes and thong on. I looked at his erect cock with firm desire, presenting itself firm and hard like a stake before me. Then I got down on my knees and without further delay introduced it into my mouth. I was so anxious that even I myself produced a couple of hiccups when I put it in with such impetus. Few times have I enjoyed eating a hard cock as much as this one. If I hadn't been so horny, I think I would have spent the whole day savoring that treat. But my state of excitement made me behave more hastily. Then I leaned my hands against the backrest of one of the sofas, giving Miguel's back almost begging - Come on, screw me! He got behind and started slapping my ass, I opened my legs, wanting to feel him inside. - Screw me! - I repeated. - They're waiting for me - , I lied trying to hide my hurry. - Calm down, queen. I assure you won't leave without a good screwing - , he said as he brought his glans to the entrance of my vagina. - Should I put on a condom? -, he asked indecisively. - Do what you want, but get it in already - , I answered urging him. He seemed to hesitate, but a second later I felt his strong and hard cock entering me, forcing my vagina to adapt to the thickness of his cock. - Siiiiiiiiii...! - , I screamed possessed by enormous excitement as I felt her all inside me. The boy started moving, entering and leaving my pussy with real frenzy. I knew that at this pace we wouldn't last long, but I needed to come almost desperately. Not even able to avoid instinctively pushing my ass back in a movement towards the back, seeking and increasing the force of his thrusts. The boy was screwing well, and his cock was as hard as steel. Therefore, I didn't take long to start visualizing the arrival of an intense orgasm. My legs began to tremble, and through my thighs, I started feeling drops of liquid that They were producing my own vaginal fluids, which abandoned me thus, my soaked pussy.
—Oh damn Olivia! If you don't stop I'll make you come—, the boy shouted breathlessly.
—Don't stop please. Keep going, keep giving it to me!— I encouraged him.
—Take it, take my cock! Take it all!— Miguel was out of control.
—I'm coming... I'm coming...! Ahhh... Ahhh...! Keep going... Yes...! I love it, I love it... ahhh!— I moaned and screamed at the same time. Possessed by an intense, long, and deep orgasm.
—I'm coming too...! What a good pussy you have...! I like it, I like your coño...!— Miguel said just as he began to ejaculate inside my vagina.
Noticing his strong hot cum bubbles in the deepest part of my sex made me feel a very pleasant sensation.
—Damn girl! I wish I could have lasted longer—, he said trying to apologize when we both regained our composure.
—Sex isn't just measured by time, it's also about intensity. It was great. You made me come like a slut—, I said sitting on the sofa for a few seconds as my legs refused to support me.
As Miguel got dressed, I tried to put on my thong. Then I saw that from my red and swollen slit, a viscous white liquid was emerging.
When I left Miguel, I knew we would never see each other again, although he made me promise to come by the bar sometime. That night, when finally I had sex with my husband, I couldn't help but think it was the third man who had touched and made me come that day. Never before that moment had I been unfaithful to my husband with two different men on the same day.
When Alex made me reach orgasm, I didn't think about my neighbor at all. Not even fantasized that he was probably listening. Meanwhile, my husband, unaware of all my experiences that day, began to come on my breasts.
—I love you, dear, I like seeing you come on me—, I whispered lovingly.
As our economy allowed it thanks to my well-paid husband's work, both of us had decided that I reduce my working hours.
In the mornings, I would leave the child at daycare, and in the afternoons, I would pick him up from my mother-in-law, who was delighted to spend a few hours with her grandson. When my husband left work, he would go straight to his mother's house to look for the child.
So, I had all mornings free. I had decided to use that time to enroll in a couple of courses that I had left pending from my studies.
We had lived in our new home for so few days that I still didn't know any of my neighbors. Until one morning, when returning from leaving my son at daycare, I ran into a man in his fifties in the elevator.
Good morning, I greeted him politely.
He didn't even respond, just raised his eyebrows instinctively. I was about to press the button for my floor when I saw that it had already been pressed, so I deduced that he would be living on my same floor.
When the elevator door closed and started moving, I could see through the mirror at the back of the car that the unpleasant character wasn't taking his eyes off me with total impudence. This made me feel really uncomfortable, even instinctively pulled my short skirt down without managing to cover a larger area of my exposed legs. He must have noticed my failed attempt.
Nice thighs, he said in a deep and grave voice.
Thank you, I replied terribly cut off - Do you live here? I asked, trying to reduce the tension from his inopportune comment - My husband and I moved in a few days ago.
Yes, I know, he said, looking me over. Up and down with the gaze —I heard you yesterday.
—Excuse me, we have a one-and-a-half-year-old child and some nights he cries a little when we put him to bed. —I apologized.
—No, it's not about that. I didn't exactly hear the child —He said with a mocking smile on his lips, just as the elevator door opened.
I got out after him and saw that he was opening the door right next to mine. Once I entered the house, I stayed thoughtful. 'What did he mean by saying he had heard us?' I wondered, finding almost instantaneously the answer.
The night before, like almost all nights, I had made love with my husband. We were both quite passionate, and maybe we had gotten a bit carried away. Although I didn't remember it being an especially torrid night.
I tried to recall, my husband had eaten me out for a while until he left me almost at the point of climax. Then I got on top of him, riding, until we both came almost at the same time.
When we put the child to bed that night and I was alone with my husband, I told him about the comment the neighbor from next door had made.
—Do you think he could have heard us making love? —I asked.
—I'm sure he would be listening more to you than to us, he said laughing at the situation.
—I don't remember it being a world-class screw —I replied somewhat confused.
—You know that when you're turned on, you can't repress your moans. But I love seeing you enjoy yourself. Don't give it another thought—my husband tried to calm me down, giving me a hug.
—Seriously? Do you think I make more noise than other women? I'll have to be careful from now on. What shame! —I exclaimed blushing.
I had never thought that I might be an especially noisy woman when expressing pleasure during sex.
That night, when we finally got into bed and started making love without knowing the reason, I got even more excited than usual.
I began to... I imagine myself at the quiet and downloadable neighbor listening attentively on the other side of the wall. I couldn't hold back, I imagined him masturbating. I remembered his way of looking at me in the elevator, with total audacity.
My husband started eating my pussy while two of his fingers reached inside my vagina; I couldn't take it anymore. I had tried to stifle my moans until then by biting my hand and digging my teeth into it. But the pleasure my husband was giving me was too intense for me to hold back. Then I removed my hand from my mouth.
—Ahhh... yes...! You're eating me so well... pussy! So good!
Alex was so used to my moans that he didn't even remember my neighbor. He kept insisting, trying to make me reach orgasm.
I held him tightly by the head, pressing his mouth against my vagina. I was suffocating him against my sex, dead from pleasure and morbidness.
—Me coming...! Keep going...! Yes, it's so good...! Keep going, darling...! Ahhh...! Ahhh...! Ahhh...! —I screamed without being able to or wanting to stop, as I reached climax.
Once I had recovered, it was my turn to give pleasure to my husband. Then I grabbed his thick cock decisively and started giving him a good blow job, just the way he likes it.
Five minutes later, Alex was sleeping like an angel, while I couldn't fall asleep. All I could think about was my uncomfortable neighbor next door.
'Would he have heard me? Would he have masturbated? He must have...,' I thought, pleased and mortified in equal parts.
Two or three days passed, and I had almost forgotten the unfortunate encounter with my neighbor.
When one morning I was taking my son to daycare, just as I was putting the keys in my purse, I don't know if it was a coincidence or if he was waiting for me, but he also came out of his house at that moment.
As soon as I saw him, I felt embarrassed.
—Good morning, blonde. Out with your son today? Are you coming? —he asked with a mocking grimace on his lips. —No. I'm taking him to daycare —I replied, pushing the stroller to the elevator. —You didn't listen to me last night —he suddenly said. —Don't know what you're talking about —I cut in curtly and intimidatingly, looking at him with disdain from my height, since with my heels on I was half a head taller than him. —I'm referring to when you were getting it on with your husband —he commented with total boldness and naturalness —I arrived late, and I suppose by that hour your husband would have already given you what's yours —He said entering the elevator just as the doors opened. I couldn't help but follow him in, refusing to wait for him to get off on one of the seven floors, so I'd have to call the elevator again myself. I'm not going to let myself be intimidated, I thought angry. —Do you suppose a woman like you will shave her pubic hair? —he interrogated, looking at me with sarcasm. —A woman like me? —I asked full of rage. —I mean a woman as horny as you —he responded without losing his stupid smile. —Idiot! —I exclaimed confidently —What do you know about women! —I added in the same tone. —Do you shave your pubic hair? —he insisted, not feeling hurt by his own words. I didn't answer. But what a jerk this guy is! I kept repeating to myself, wanting to get to the bottom floor. That morning I left the kid at daycare without being able to get those coarse words of my neighbor out of my head. I'll tell my husband. Maybe if Alex talks to him and puts things right, he'll finally leave me alone. I thought totally indignant. He didn't have the right to talk to me like that just because he heard us having sex with my husband, no matter how late he arrived. But in the end I decided not to say anything to my husband that night. I knew Alex sometimes had a bit of a rough hand, and I didn't want to force a confrontation between them. We'd just bought the apartment, and I didn't want to create tension with any neighbor. That night when we were having sex, I moaned like always. Besides, with the incentive of thinking that he would probably be listening to me and masturbating. I couldn't help but think it, and even less could I avoid that morbid thought from lighting up my libido.
The next morning we coincided again in the elevator. I never believed in coincidences. I was sure he was waiting for me by the door mirror, looking out at the same time as me leaving home, and making it a coincidence.
—Good morning,—I said without even looking at him.
But this time I didn't get a response. That morning his crude mouth didn't open once, nor did he make any gesture or comment. He just looked at me from top to bottom, with no filter.
The days went by repeating themselves. At night I made love to my husband, knowing he would be listening. But in the mornings, the unpleasant character would leave home at the same time as me and we'd share the elevator without speaking a word.
Until one morning, I don't know why I did it. It was like someone was talking inside of me. I swear it wasn't premeditated.
—Yes,—I affirmed briefly.
Then he looked at me, smiling again with his grotesque and mocking gesture.
—What do you mean?—he asked sarcastically, knowing exactly what I meant.
—I mean that yes, I have the shaved pubic area,—I confirmed, dead from shame.
—Very well, I like it,—he responded. —Do you wear panties or a thong?—
I tried to hold his gaze, but just as I started responding, I couldn't help but look down at the floor.
—Thong,—I replied in a barely audible voice.
—What color?—he wanted to know.
—White,—I replied, getting more and more cut off.
—Tomorrow, I want you to wear a black one for me. Have you understood?—
He asked autocratically.
I responded with a nodding gesture.
—I didn't hear you,—he said, forcing me to say it again.
—I understand,—I said, unable to... Look him in the face.
Why did I tell him yes? Is it because I was going to put on a black thong just because he asked me to? What was I trying to say by putting on a black thong for him?, my head was invaded by questions, nothing more than stepping out onto the street.
I remember the next morning. I searched for the ugliest and most discreet underwear I had. I found some flesh-colored ones that I didn't even remember. When I got out of the shower, I put them on decisively.
But what must he have thought? Did he think I would take him seriously?, I said to myself, smiling.
But just as I was about to open the door, doubts assailed me. It's like something inside my head forced me to continue his morbid game. I ran down the hallway until I reached my room, opened the bedside table and picked up a black lace thong.
I quickly took off my underwear, threw them on the floor with disdain, and put on the black lace thong that I had just taken from the bedside table.
As every morning, we both left the house at the same time. We didn't even talk while waiting for the elevator in the hallway. But once we got in and the doors closed, everything changed
—Lift your skirt. Or do you want me to rip it off?—
Then I obeyed submissively. I lifted my skirt from behind, showing him what he wanted to see.
—You have a great fox ass,—
I was dead of fear. On one hand, I wanted the elevator doors to open when we reached the floor below, but another part of me was eager to feel one of his hands on my exposed buttocks.
I had been unfaithful to my husband at some point, but I had promised to change. I was very excited about our new life project together. We were even talking about having another child, we had bought the apartment, had good jobs, besides, Alex was very attentive with me, and I knew I was in love with him.
Why did I behave this way with a man for whom Wasn't there even any physical attraction? It was a kind of insane magnetism that I felt for that unpleasant 50-year-old. I lowered my skirt and tried to resist the impulse I felt towards him. My vagina was palpating, I knew I was wet, I felt perilously excited. When the elevator doors opened, I pulled out my son's stroller, which he was sleeping peacefully in. That morning, I didn't go back home, I was afraid of running into my neighbor again in the elevator. I had to put an end to all this. It was one thing to have found a point of excitement knowing he was listening on the other side of the wall, and another to have lifted up my skirt. But that night when my husband started kissing me beside me and began to make out with me, all the excitement I felt that morning came flooding back. I needed his cock deep in my sex. 'I can't take it anymore,' I said almost at the start of our foreplay. 'Give it to me!' I almost begged, getting up from the bed and putting myself on all fours. Alex looked at me a bit confused, knowing that I was a very passionate woman who loved sex as much as he did. But also knew that I enjoyed foreplay, caresses, and kisses, oral sex... For me, sex is a series of stages and circumstances that I like to savor one after another. 'Honey, give it to me already. I'm really slutty today,' I confirmed. He didn't need to be told twice. Alex got behind me, slapping my buttocks with force until they were red, just as he knew I liked. The sound of his slaps against my ass echoed through the room like a whip. But that night, my sex was so hungry that after starting to penetrate me, I came like a crazy slut. Few times have I reached climax so quickly and suddenly. 'Joderrrrrr! I love feeling your cock inside,' I screamed, possessed by a high degree of... excitement and pleasure. I could feel the moisture of my pussy running down the inner surface of my thighs.
My husband, probably because he saw me so horny, didn't last long either and spilled his hot cum deep into my vagina.
I didn't even get up to wash myself at the bidet like I did every night after fucking. I was exhausted, surely, from the pressure and the feelings of guilt that had been building all day.
Tomorrow I'll leave before going home, so he won't be prepared, and we won't have to share the elevator, I thought just before finally falling asleep.
But during the day, I went through different transformations in my mood. In the mornings, I couldn't help but want to see him. I would get up so wet and horny that I had tried masturbating in the shower, but there was no way to reduce that sexual tension.
Then, for the rest of the day, annoying feelings of shame and guilt would assault me, where I would swear to myself that I wouldn't do anything like what I was doing again.
I left at the same hour as usual, eagerly waiting to see him.
Good morning, I said, waiting for the elevator.
He rarely responded to my greetings, only looking at me from top to bottom, as if he were taking an X-ray of my body. As if I were an object of his possession.
When I crossed the threshold of the narrow room, it was the most complicated moment for me. My mouth would dry up and I would feel terribly tense and nervous, never knowing what would happen that morning. My heart would race, and for a few minutes, I could feel a violent palpitation.
Last night you were hornier than usual, he said with his deep and cavernous voice.
I didn't say anything, my hands remaining on the baby stroller, trying to hide as best I could the excitement he provoked in me.
What position did you come in? he asked.
I came at four, I replied like a stupid automaton without will of my own.
Like one Good slutty, you just missed barking — he said laughing while lifting my skirt.
I didn't say anything. I stayed quiet, waiting and eagerly wanting to feel a caress.
Then he got down on his knees, keeping his face almost pressed against my exposed buttocks. I noticed his hands grasping the rubber of my thong, then he started pulling it down. I closed my legs a bit to make it easier for him to take off my panties.
But he, despite the place and moment, took his time. Enjoying every centimeter as my panties slid down, first over my thighs and then over my legs, until they finally reached my ankles.
He grabbed one of them directly, indicating that I should lift that leg. I obeyed, and then he pulled off my panties with care so they wouldn't get caught in my heels.
—Lift the other foot —he indicated with a sweeter tone than usual.
I obeyed, like a good sexy girl tamed and domesticated. When he finally had my thong in his power, he stood up. Then he lowered my skirt, which had remained up until that moment to my waist. He even stopped to put it on correctly with certain flair. He didn't touch me at any point, which increased my desire for him to do so.
«Let me touch you! My pussy is burning! Touch me!» A voice inside me was screaming.
Then I looked at him, and he was smelling my panties, then he smiled and put them away, folding them carefully in the pocket of his jacket.
—I love your smell, women. They smell like sluts! — He commented without any shame. —If you want to get them back, you know where I live —he added, not stopping smiling, coinciding exactly with the moment when the elevator door opened. Leaving me alone and perplexed, with my son inside.
Although going without underwear in public wasn't something new for me, the feeling of going without innerwear always provoked a special excitement in me.
«You could have left the panties. I wouldn't force an encounter under the excuse to go look for them. Besides, this time on his own turf. I had already gone too far. This had to come, I couldn't stop thinking about it inside my head.
Just when I was about to put the key in the lock of my house, the door next to mine opened. It was him, he looked at me fixedly. He was leaning against the frame of the entrance.
I tried to get into the house before he said something nasty to me, but with nerves, the keys fell out of my hand onto the floor. Then I tried to bend down carefully, the skirt was very short and I remembered that for his cum, I wasn't wearing underwear.
Do you want to come over to my place to pick up your thong? he asked boastfully.
I doubted whether such a question deserved an answer from me.
You can keep it, I said just in time, as I finally managed to open the door.
I'll masturbate with him tonight when I hear you moaning like the slut you are, he added before I slammed the door shut.
That night in bed, when my husband started kissing me, I tried to be stubborn.
I'm tired. I've been studying all day, I lied, trying to get rid of him.
But Alex insisted. He knew me since I was 15 and knew exactly what I had to do to make myself come again.
Not long after, I felt his mouth on my sex. His playful tongue began to search for my clitoris. I put my hand over my mouth, not wanting to let out a single moan. But soon I imagined the man masturbating with the underwear he had taken off me that morning.
A dry pain made me come back to reality, I had bitten the back of my hand, and it was perfectly visible on my skin like an X-ray.
At that moment, I felt Alex's fingers entering my sex, while his mouth made me shudder with pleasure.
Fuck me, treat me like a slut! I screamed, out of control.
My husband listened, turned me over and left me face down. I opened the door legs, when I noticed his cock rubbing my vagina. —¡Joderrrrrrrrr… what a pleasure!!! — I said when I felt him pushing his way inside my sex. —¡Come on, baby, come! Let's go, Olivia, I want to hear you cum! — My husband was saying without stopping entering and leaving my pussy. —Give it to me hard, give it to me harder! ¡Joderrrr, give it to me more! I'm coming, I'm coming...! Ahhh...! Ahhhh...! Yes...! I'm coming...! What a pleasure!!! I slept like a rock all night. Despite always loving to wake up early, that morning if I could have, I would have stayed in bed the whole day. I was emotionally exhausted. I thought about staying home. Tell my mother-in-law not to come pick up the kid in the afternoon, that I wouldn't take him to daycare that day. However, I finally decided I couldn't miss the day. I was behind on my assignments. Besides, I had to face my own fears and demons. Thinking about it well, never has happened to me before. Never has he rubbed against me, not even when he took off my underwear, dared to touch me. Why then should I be afraid? I hadn't done anything until that moment. I told myself trying to downplay what had happened. I don't know why we always give more importance to what we do than to how we feel. When many times our own feelings are more dangerous than our actions. —¡You son of a bitch! — I screamed with all my might in my bedroom, hoping he could hear me. —Leave me alone! — I shouted almost on the verge of tears. Then I left the house, dragging my little one's stroller. I called the elevator, waited nervously. Finally it arrived and the door opened. Then I entered anxiously, my fingers trembled when I pressed the button for the ground floor. The door closed. I breathed a sigh of relief, but inside, I couldn't help feeling a great disappointment. Perhaps he heard me scream. He'll think it's best to leave me alone, I tried to reason, without... feel totally convinced. Then I don't know why I did it, but when I got to the bottom floor, I pressed the seventh button again. The elevator started moving again, this time in reverse. I took advantage of the trip to take off my panties. When the elevator opened, I got out determinedly and left my panties abandoned on its door handle. Then I escaped like a soul going to hell. I went back up to the elevator and down to the street again. Nothing more had happened when I arrived downstairs than what I had just done. It was a point of no return, I was convinced. I was even egging it on, giving it wings to continue its malevolent game of domination over me.
What have you done, Olivia?, I asked myself, trying to find an answer that I never managed to understand.
Nothing more than leaving the kid at daycare, I decided to go back home. I didn't think about going through another day escaping my own destiny, which I had decided for myself that morning.
My panties aren't here! Someone must have taken them, I suppose it was him, I thought while nervously searching for my house keys in my purse.
Then his door opened. He looked at me, this time with a serious, almost severe and circumspect expression.
Hello Olivia, he greeted me with an austere tone.
How do you know my name?, I asked confused.
That's what your husband calls you, I've heard him say it on some night, he replied. Come in, he said, retreating from the door and disappearing from my view.
I hesitated. It was still time. I hadn't gone too far, actually nothing had happened yet.
But is that really what I wanted?, I asked myself
I crossed the threshold and peered into a dark hallway that reminded me of a sinuous cave. I didn't see him, there was no trace of him. But from the depths of the house, I heard him say it to me with his authoritative tone.
Come on! Get out of here once and for all and close the door.
I obeyed in silence. I closed the door trembling and scared, advancing down the long and dark walked like a docile sheep that goes straight to the slaughterhouse. I remember perfectly the smell of humidity, it was cold.
—What have you come for Olivia?—I heard her voice, with an even darker tone than what I remembered.
I advanced towards him. I crossed a door and entered a bedroom. He was waiting for me, sitting on a bed that had been unmade for several days.
—I don't know. Actually, I don't know what pussy I'm doing here—, I replied frankly.
—On the other side of the headboard of the bed, is your bedroom—, he said pointing with his finger.
—I know—, I confirmed. Trying to make audible the weak thread of voice that came out of my mouth.
Then I looked, my two bras were on one of the nightstands next to the bed.
—Come, sit down here with me. Today for the first time you'll be on the other side —He said pointing at the partition that separated both houses.
I approached and sat down right next to him, on the mattress.
Then he passed his hand over my shirt at the height of my voluminous breasts, I could feel through the fabric of the shirt the warmth of the tip of his fingers, on one of my nipples.
—Don't you wear a bra? —He asked out of habit knowing well the answer.
—I don't, almost never. Only put it on with certain clothes that squish my chest —, I denied confirming his suspicion.
—Does your husband not care that you dress like a slut? —He asked trying to humiliate me.
—What do you mean? He has never gotten involved in how I dress. Neither would he, nor anyone else—, I affirmed roundly and convincingly.
—I walk without a bra, always wear scandalously short miniskirts, and sometimes, I've seen you with necklines that show half of these tits —He said trying to grab and catch them uselessly in the hollow of his hand. Besides, being so good, you still attract more attention.
—Thank you—, I said without knowing very well the reason for showing gratitude.
—Do you thank me for saying you dress like a slut? —He asked again.
I didn't say anything, remained silent. It was obvious that the reason he was thanking me had been to tell me I looked good, not because he thought a woman who wears slightly daring clothes is provoking like a slut. —Take off your shirt! — He said with his harsh and decisive tone that didn't allow for any discussion. I took off my shirt and left it at the foot of the bed, leaving my breasts exposed. —You have great tits, foxy! — He said looking at them with anxiety, like a hungry spectator who hasn't been invited to the feast and sees the plates being passed by his side. —Do you want to touch them? — I invited him with desire to feel his hands on my breasts. —Get up! — He ordered, leaving me dead with anticipation and with the word on my lips —You told me yesterday that your pussy was shaved —, he reminded me. I got up while he remained seated on the bed, positioning myself in front of him. I lifted my short red-print dress, leaving my sex at a short distance from his face. I grabbed his hand between mine and placed it directly on my vagina. Finally, I could feel the touch of his skin on my naked body. —Do you like my slit? Have you seen how wet it is? — I said with a morbid tone, as he began to put two of his fingers inside my pussy —Like this, sweetheart... put your fingers in there — I added shivering with desire and pleasure. The abundant fluids from my sex then began to flow down his fingers, even dripping onto the floor. I could feel my moist thighs, which had been wet when I was sitting. —Come here, slut! — He said releasing my sex, grabbing me by the buttocks and bringing me closer to him. Then I felt his mouth reaching my pussy. He began to explore it with his tongue, noticing how my vaginal lips were almost entirely absorbed by his hungry mouth. I wanted to die of pleasure. I even had to support myself on his head not to lose my balance. But just when the tip of his tongue finally found my swollen clitoris, I thought I would faint. pleasure. —¡Joderrrrrrrrrr! — I said without being able to contain a long sigh. My moans made him react, even more excited. He stood up and pushed me violently against the bed. He roughly pulled off my skirt, which I had been holding up until then. I opened my legs, lifting them as high as I could, inviting him to continue. He launched himself like a wild animal, followed with true mastery eating my pussy. It gave me so much pleasure that my moans were continuous and prevented me from almost forming entire sentences. I lost track of time, only knowing that he made me come two or three times, leaving me exhausted. My legs trembled as if they had nervous spasms. —Please stop, I can't take it anymore —, I begged trying to pull him off my thighs. —Look how dirty you are —, he said pointing to the sheets under my sex. Then I saw a large circle darkening the sheet fabric, moistened with my own fluids. —Sorry —, I said half smiling, half embarrassed. —Now I want you to leave —, he said suddenly with a tone so severe that it gave me a real shiver. —Don't you want to screw me? —, I dared to ask him surprised, since nothing like this had ever happened to me before. —When I want to screw you, I will —, he said sharply — Only I'll screw you when you need it so much that you're completely mine —, he added in a way that sounded like an imminent threat. —I'm here completely naked and open-legged for you. Look at how I've left the sheets. Do you think I can give myself to someone else —, I replied eager for him to stop messing around and start screwing me like a man. —Haven't you heard? Besides being foxy, you're also deaf! Get out of here once and for all! —, he exclaimed in a way so violent that even his face reddened with anger. I didn't add anything more. I grabbed my shirt, skirt, and one of the bras on the nightstand, and got dressed without finding enough courage to look at him On the face. I got out of the room without even bothering to fully dress myself, walking silently down the dark and long hallway while putting on my miniskirt. I arrived at the front door of the house; he didn't come with me, preferring to stay in the room as I was leaving. You're a worthless impotent piece of shit! I screamed just before opening the street door and slamming it shut with a loud bang that almost made the building shake. I remember being furious with the world. First with myself for letting myself get dragged into the game of a stranger who could complicate my life, and not even feeling a special physical attraction towards him. It was something much more intense and dark. It was a kind of insane attraction that I couldn't control. I felt like an idiot, still excited despite having run around like a madwoman. I knew that even though I was angry, if he had called my doorbell at that moment, I would have opened it and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I was in his hands What problem did I have? Why didn't he want to screw me? Didn't he desire me? I knew that wasn't true, no one gets eaten out like that unless they feel a strong desire..., my head kept spinning with absurd ideas, going over everything that had just happened like a centrifuge. I took a shower, wanted to clear my head, get rid of the feeling of his mouth on my pussy and his hands on my thighs. I changed clothes, needed to calm down, go out into the street, escape from there. I cursed the moment when my husband and I decided to buy that flat in that damn building. I opened the nightstand drawer to grab some underwear, but then I saw what he had just taken off lying on the floor. Then I picked them up, looked at them, smelled them. He must have masturbated with them, I wanted to think. I couldn't be sure, but only knowing that they had been in his hands, that he had smelled them... I decided to put them on, felt an immense tingling when the thong fabric inserted itself and disappeared between my buttocks. I put on the Rubber band, pulling up. Then I noticed the fabric stuck on my vagina's lips. I liked the sensation, it was like feeling him caressing me again.
I left home, making as much noise as possible when closing the door. I wanted him to know I was there. I imagined him looking through the peephole, excitedly looking at me, wanting me.
Then I touched the elevator button, I wanted it to come out, to accompany me down the stairs. I wanted it to stop with the emergency stop button, put me against the mirror, lift my skirt and screw me wildly right there.
But he didn't come out of the house, I didn't hear any noise at all. Had he also left? Was he spying on me? The disappointment I felt was tremendous when the door closed and the elevator began to descend to the ground floor.
When I got out onto the street, I remembered I didn't even know his name. Not even able to insult him, screaming his disgusting name inside my head.
I started walking without my head telling my feet where to take me. Taking an undetermined route, I just wanted to get away from home as soon as possible. I didn't even go shopping like I usually do when I want to pass the time or clear my head.
I'm used to walking in heels, I never get tired or have sore feet. After more than an hour of walking, suddenly, without knowing exactly where I was, I felt the need to pee.
I searched for a bar urgently, didn't see any. The nerves and continuing to walk made my desire to pee increase. Finally, I saw one at the end of the street, I breathed in relief.
I went inside, it was a neighborhood café with not many customers at that hour.
—A third beer, please —, I asked just before heading to the restroom.
Once I came out, I felt relieved and extremely relaxed, so I sat down next to the bar. The bartender looked at me smiling.
—You've never been here before, are you from around here? — He asked me. --No, I'm just passing through. I like walking and getting lost sometimes in places I don't know--, I commented, smiling back at him. --I'm glad your steps have brought you precisely to my bar. There aren't many women as interesting and beautiful as you every day--, he said, giving me his ear. I liked his boldness. I looked at him more closely again. 'He must be around the same age as me or maybe a year or two older. At most, he'd be in his thirties,' I thought mentally. I found him attractive, not your typical good-looking guy without charm. He seemed like a very masculine man. He was tall and dark-haired. --Thanks for saying I'm beautiful. Do you say that to all your clients?--, I asked, already following the game openly. --No way... actually I'm a very shy person--, he joked. --But when I saw you walking in to use the restroom, I couldn't help but notice your legs. You're tremendous. Then when you sat down, I could see that you're also very beautiful--, he said, daring to flirt with me. --You look pretty good too--, I replied, not stopping looking at him. Sometimes, when I'm this direct, many men get intimidated and look away, but the guy knew how to hold my gaze. --Are you married?--, he asked suddenly. --Well, honestly, if you want me to tell the truth, I don't remember. Sometimes when I go out for a walk, I suffer from a kind of temporary amnesia--, I joked. --Sorry, I think I was very clumsy. I shouldn't have asked that, I'm out of practice--, he commented, putting his hand on mine. --Don't worry, I didn't feel offended--, I replied, smiling. --Would you like to invite me for another beer?--, he offered, trying to correct his clumsiness. --Are you trying to get me drunk?--, I asked with a smirk, showing my smile. --I wish... but honestly, it's that I'd like to have something with you, with more intimacy--, he said, pointing at the two clients remaining in the bar with his eyes. I smiled, giving him to understand that I was also willing to take things further A private moment with him alone.
—I'm sorry gentlemen, but I have to close the bar. Something has come up. You two are of course invited —, he said suddenly raising his tone.
—I hope it's not serious, Miguel — replied a man who had been playing slot machines.
—it's not bad — added the bartender winking at him.
The two men looked surprised, finished their drinks and left the bar.
Miguel followed them out and closed the door to the establishment, leaving only him and me inside.
A minute later we started kissing.
I think I myself hastened the events, I was still very excited since my encounter with the neighbor, and the way he kissed me made him understand that he didn't have to be too subtle or fine with me.
Miguel's hands lifted up my shirt, and went straight for my breasts. His mouth started sucking my erect and sensitive nipples, which immediately became hard and turgid.
—you have beautiful tits —, he whispered without stopping eating them.
—and you have a delicious mouth — I replied
—How do you call yourself? — he asked offering me his hand.
—Olivia — I answered
—Come with me Olivia, we'll be more comfortable there —, he commented pointing to some armchairs next to an enormous TV screen.
I took advantage of that moment to take off my shirt, which had been up until then, showing off my abundant and profuse breasts.
Miguel grabbed me by the waist and gently led me to those armchairs.
—you're a splendid woman — he exclaimed surprised by my height.
I didn't want to wait any longer, so I put my hand on his crotch, noticing an enormous bulge under his tight jeans.
—What do you have here? — I asked openly
—Do you want to see it? — he offered smiling
—I don't just want to see it, I also want to eat it — I confessed winking at him
He stepped back a little from me and started taking off his pants in a clumsy and hasty way. pants, I took off my skirt and was left alone with my shoes and thong on. I looked at his erect cock with firm desire, presenting itself firm and hard like a stake before me. Then I got down on my knees and without further delay introduced it into my mouth. I was so anxious that even I myself produced a couple of hiccups when I put it in with such impetus. Few times have I enjoyed eating a hard cock as much as this one. If I hadn't been so horny, I think I would have spent the whole day savoring that treat. But my state of excitement made me behave more hastily. Then I leaned my hands against the backrest of one of the sofas, giving Miguel's back almost begging - Come on, screw me! He got behind and started slapping my ass, I opened my legs, wanting to feel him inside. - Screw me! - I repeated. - They're waiting for me - , I lied trying to hide my hurry. - Calm down, queen. I assure you won't leave without a good screwing - , he said as he brought his glans to the entrance of my vagina. - Should I put on a condom? -, he asked indecisively. - Do what you want, but get it in already - , I answered urging him. He seemed to hesitate, but a second later I felt his strong and hard cock entering me, forcing my vagina to adapt to the thickness of his cock. - Siiiiiiiiii...! - , I screamed possessed by enormous excitement as I felt her all inside me. The boy started moving, entering and leaving my pussy with real frenzy. I knew that at this pace we wouldn't last long, but I needed to come almost desperately. Not even able to avoid instinctively pushing my ass back in a movement towards the back, seeking and increasing the force of his thrusts. The boy was screwing well, and his cock was as hard as steel. Therefore, I didn't take long to start visualizing the arrival of an intense orgasm. My legs began to tremble, and through my thighs, I started feeling drops of liquid that They were producing my own vaginal fluids, which abandoned me thus, my soaked pussy.
—Oh damn Olivia! If you don't stop I'll make you come—, the boy shouted breathlessly.
—Don't stop please. Keep going, keep giving it to me!— I encouraged him.
—Take it, take my cock! Take it all!— Miguel was out of control.
—I'm coming... I'm coming...! Ahhh... Ahhh...! Keep going... Yes...! I love it, I love it... ahhh!— I moaned and screamed at the same time. Possessed by an intense, long, and deep orgasm.
—I'm coming too...! What a good pussy you have...! I like it, I like your coño...!— Miguel said just as he began to ejaculate inside my vagina.
Noticing his strong hot cum bubbles in the deepest part of my sex made me feel a very pleasant sensation.
—Damn girl! I wish I could have lasted longer—, he said trying to apologize when we both regained our composure.
—Sex isn't just measured by time, it's also about intensity. It was great. You made me come like a slut—, I said sitting on the sofa for a few seconds as my legs refused to support me.
As Miguel got dressed, I tried to put on my thong. Then I saw that from my red and swollen slit, a viscous white liquid was emerging.
When I left Miguel, I knew we would never see each other again, although he made me promise to come by the bar sometime. That night, when finally I had sex with my husband, I couldn't help but think it was the third man who had touched and made me come that day. Never before that moment had I been unfaithful to my husband with two different men on the same day.
When Alex made me reach orgasm, I didn't think about my neighbor at all. Not even fantasized that he was probably listening. Meanwhile, my husband, unaware of all my experiences that day, began to come on my breasts.
—I love you, dear, I like seeing you come on me—, I whispered lovingly.
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