This is what's going to happen to me that happened to me when I was 16 years old, although first I have to go back a bit further. When I was around 12 years old (I'm talking about the 80s), I lived in a low-rent house with one floor, in a small town in the south of the country. It was normal for me to spend all day playing soccer with my friends, going into town, and disappearing from home at siesta time and coming back for dinner. That was when something started to get to me in the lower zones, you know how it is. I would steal porn magazines from my old man, with my friends we had a collection hidden away (I'll tell them more about that later) and other things well guys who want to wank 26 hours a day.
A boring summer siesta gave way to climbing onto the roof, not less than 35 degrees, with the sun high up. I was looking and trying to figure out what to do when I heard noises from the patio of the house that was just behind mine. I leaned over and my heart skipped a beat when I saw my neighbor in a slip and bra adjusting a recliner to take some sun. Obviously, I hid instantly with my heart racing at 1001 and immediate erection. It was the first time something I saw in person stopped me, not just a magazine or a sneaky TV program.
Lying on the waterproof roof membrane, which is metalized and feels like 50 degrees, I felt adrenaline in every corner of my body, a sensation that will accompany me for the rest of my life, a rush of adrenaline, an overflow of senses that I still pursue in each of my sexual encounters, although it rarely reaches such intensity. I think I didn't leave with nothing to show because I was playing with fire, fearing being discovered.
So I let two minutes pass, listening only to the portable radio with the neighbor's music, and assumed she was taking sun and could look calmly. I'm going to be graphic because it's like I'm seeing it. It was a 4x5 patio, dirt floor, some plants against the house, some junk against the wall, and nothing else. It was separated from my own patio by a high wall, but from the roof I saw it all. A window of her house opened onto the patio, but no one was visible.
She, lying in her recliner taking sun. She would have been around 27-28 years old. A very well-proportioned body but normal, at that age, it was rare to see women with an athletic style like now (those giant booties with minimal waists and big breasts), but she had everything in its place. Feminine curves, toned legs, beautiful. It wasn't a swimsuit, taking sun in lingerie, those skin-colored things that never excited anyone, although for me it was the underwear that most turned me on in my life. She had skin tending to coppery and was super bronzed. Her hair was gathered in a tight ponytail, and she wore dark glasses. That's it. Her skin had a beautiful glow. I could see that a tall girl, despite the position, had interesting breasts that barely covered with the bra as if gathered to bronze better, and they covered her nipple and something more. A fine, angular chin descended to a wide and smooth breast, and a belly that moved in rhythm with her breathing. Then came her thong, the place where I spent hours and couldn't tear my gaze away. Same color as the bra, slightly lower but not cut, a bit satinized. Her legs were barely open due to the position. Several black hairs escaped from the side, which drove me crazy, but even more so when I saw a small rip starting that triangle of fabric that with so much sun blended with her skin... And the texture of the pubic hair visible below the thong, and the whole scene made a little bulge due to the position. That drove me crazy, it poked out from the pelvis like a little hill, uff, I'm still counting and it gets me hard as a garrote.
That first time I stayed near half an hour until I couldn't take the heat anymore, started feeling like I was burning alive, and with the greatest silence in the world, I went down to give myself a masturbation that didn't result in much cum but tons of stored pleasure. From then on, I would go up whenever I could, sometimes finding her and other times not. Sometimes she wore a white thong, combined with the bra matching her skin tone, and sometimes something black. I saw her standing, discovered a beautiful booty, well compacted, with her underwear more low-cut, similar to those culottes that appeared later but all very natural due to the intimacy she had being alone in her own backyard. I was delirious, at first I would go down occasionally but soon couldn't take it anymore and started touching myself silently on the roof.
It was dangerous, No more than 5 meters separated us, and since it was siesta time, her portable radio was usually pretty low in the background. Some days when it got later, the sun would run off and she'd follow with her recliner, getting closer to the wall that divided our patios. And I'd peek out and have her almost right below me, as if I were on my balcony on the first floor and she was passing by the street. With my young, intact vision, I could see every detail. Red hair stubs from the sun contrasting with her Hawaiian-tanned skin, some expression lines on her forehead, tiny freckles from the sun, sometimes more pointed nipples, sometimes more conical or flat, her skin prickling those days when a fresh breeze blew, her toes wiggling slightly, very fine hands moving delicately. One of those days when I was closer, I gave myself away. She always wore black glasses, and you couldn't tell where she was looking. I had half my head poking out from the cornice, ogling her, and it was so intense that I couldn't stifle a little gasp that produced the moment of ejaculation. She didn't say anything, just a small startle seemed to notice. But with complete calmness, she raised her hand to her glasses, adjusted them as if to focus better, and I thought I saw a smirk, a smile she didn't want to show. I froze, scared, thinking about the police, my parents, the neighbors, the news.
That summer, I didn't go up again but it left me itching. Who would she be, what did she do? Several times that summer, I rode by her house on my bike, but there was rarely much movement, just a gray Renault 12 at the door. I was terrified of being caught on the roof or waiting for me. After I went away, I forgot a bit and the cold arrived. The next year, I went back up but never found her in the same situation again, and those were my siestas with the neighbor.
A boring summer siesta gave way to climbing onto the roof, not less than 35 degrees, with the sun high up. I was looking and trying to figure out what to do when I heard noises from the patio of the house that was just behind mine. I leaned over and my heart skipped a beat when I saw my neighbor in a slip and bra adjusting a recliner to take some sun. Obviously, I hid instantly with my heart racing at 1001 and immediate erection. It was the first time something I saw in person stopped me, not just a magazine or a sneaky TV program.
Lying on the waterproof roof membrane, which is metalized and feels like 50 degrees, I felt adrenaline in every corner of my body, a sensation that will accompany me for the rest of my life, a rush of adrenaline, an overflow of senses that I still pursue in each of my sexual encounters, although it rarely reaches such intensity. I think I didn't leave with nothing to show because I was playing with fire, fearing being discovered.
So I let two minutes pass, listening only to the portable radio with the neighbor's music, and assumed she was taking sun and could look calmly. I'm going to be graphic because it's like I'm seeing it. It was a 4x5 patio, dirt floor, some plants against the house, some junk against the wall, and nothing else. It was separated from my own patio by a high wall, but from the roof I saw it all. A window of her house opened onto the patio, but no one was visible.
She, lying in her recliner taking sun. She would have been around 27-28 years old. A very well-proportioned body but normal, at that age, it was rare to see women with an athletic style like now (those giant booties with minimal waists and big breasts), but she had everything in its place. Feminine curves, toned legs, beautiful. It wasn't a swimsuit, taking sun in lingerie, those skin-colored things that never excited anyone, although for me it was the underwear that most turned me on in my life. She had skin tending to coppery and was super bronzed. Her hair was gathered in a tight ponytail, and she wore dark glasses. That's it. Her skin had a beautiful glow. I could see that a tall girl, despite the position, had interesting breasts that barely covered with the bra as if gathered to bronze better, and they covered her nipple and something more. A fine, angular chin descended to a wide and smooth breast, and a belly that moved in rhythm with her breathing. Then came her thong, the place where I spent hours and couldn't tear my gaze away. Same color as the bra, slightly lower but not cut, a bit satinized. Her legs were barely open due to the position. Several black hairs escaped from the side, which drove me crazy, but even more so when I saw a small rip starting that triangle of fabric that with so much sun blended with her skin... And the texture of the pubic hair visible below the thong, and the whole scene made a little bulge due to the position. That drove me crazy, it poked out from the pelvis like a little hill, uff, I'm still counting and it gets me hard as a garrote.
That first time I stayed near half an hour until I couldn't take the heat anymore, started feeling like I was burning alive, and with the greatest silence in the world, I went down to give myself a masturbation that didn't result in much cum but tons of stored pleasure. From then on, I would go up whenever I could, sometimes finding her and other times not. Sometimes she wore a white thong, combined with the bra matching her skin tone, and sometimes something black. I saw her standing, discovered a beautiful booty, well compacted, with her underwear more low-cut, similar to those culottes that appeared later but all very natural due to the intimacy she had being alone in her own backyard. I was delirious, at first I would go down occasionally but soon couldn't take it anymore and started touching myself silently on the roof.
It was dangerous, No more than 5 meters separated us, and since it was siesta time, her portable radio was usually pretty low in the background. Some days when it got later, the sun would run off and she'd follow with her recliner, getting closer to the wall that divided our patios. And I'd peek out and have her almost right below me, as if I were on my balcony on the first floor and she was passing by the street. With my young, intact vision, I could see every detail. Red hair stubs from the sun contrasting with her Hawaiian-tanned skin, some expression lines on her forehead, tiny freckles from the sun, sometimes more pointed nipples, sometimes more conical or flat, her skin prickling those days when a fresh breeze blew, her toes wiggling slightly, very fine hands moving delicately. One of those days when I was closer, I gave myself away. She always wore black glasses, and you couldn't tell where she was looking. I had half my head poking out from the cornice, ogling her, and it was so intense that I couldn't stifle a little gasp that produced the moment of ejaculation. She didn't say anything, just a small startle seemed to notice. But with complete calmness, she raised her hand to her glasses, adjusted them as if to focus better, and I thought I saw a smirk, a smile she didn't want to show. I froze, scared, thinking about the police, my parents, the neighbors, the news.
That summer, I didn't go up again but it left me itching. Who would she be, what did she do? Several times that summer, I rode by her house on my bike, but there was rarely much movement, just a gray Renault 12 at the door. I was terrified of being caught on the roof or waiting for me. After I went away, I forgot a bit and the cold arrived. The next year, I went back up but never found her in the same situation again, and those were my siestas with the neighbor.
And here I make a pause, because the story of course goes on. But I need to gauge if it warms them up, takes them somewhere what I'm telling, so I can understand how to keep telling them
5 comentários - LA VECINA - Parte 1: la espío desde el techo