⬅️ Previously on LA VECINA - I'm 12 years old, I climb onto the roof for a nap and see my neighbor sunbathing in her slip and camisole. It becomes an obsession until it seems like she's about to discover me, but nothing happens. HERE THE LINK to get you in the mood:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5210827/LA-VECINA---Parte-1-la-espio-desde-el-techo.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5210827/LA-VECINA---Parte-1-la-espio-desde-el-techo.htmlIt took about 3 years, I was already 15, an expert masturbator but still a virgin. The memories of my neighbor would assault me every summer, but I could never find her again like I wanted to, and I didn't even see her when she passed in front of her house. I ended up assuming she had moved away.
At that time, I was attending a technical school. One day in November, a classmate from my workshop asked me to go to his aunt's house to fix some outlets, as he couldn't and the cutie didn't have light due to a short circuit.
- Okay, give me something, there must be something?
- You'll get something out of it, give it a try, I'll buy you a sandwich later for being so lazy.
That same afternoon, I left workshop around 4 pm and headed home. I was wearing the blue overalls from workshop (you know what an overol is? Google it). Underneath the overalls, I had on a shirt and underwear because there was no way to put anything else on without dying of heat during siesta. When I got home, I remembered my aunt. I looked at the address on the piece of paper my friend gave me and it was nearby. I had some time, nobody was expecting me at home, so I went to take care of the old lady.
I arrived at the house and felt like my heart was racing. As you all know before I start writing a line, this was the house of my neighbor, the one I used to spy on. I'm about to ring the doorbell, I stayed for at least 5 minutes thinking what to do, then turned back around. Nothing moved, there was no R12 at the door, I said it can't be the same one, she's already gone, and decided to fulfill my friend's favor.
I rang the doorbell again, nothing happened. Of course, there was no light, I thought, and clapped a little. Nothing. So I opened a low gate, crossed the garden in front of it, went up to the door and knocked. It took 1 minute, I was about to leave when I felt a Who is it? from the other side of the door. It's the voice of a young woman, not an old aunt. First sign, my heart started racing.
- I'm Juan, here to fix the light.
- Juan? Ah, my nephew's friend. Give me a minute. there is a window with curtains that the wind blows open due to the summer. Inside it's very dark and the contrast with the afternoon sun doesn't let you see anything. At that moment I feel like they're staring at me from inside the house in complete silence. I'm sweating from nerves but also from the heat, in what feels like the longest 3 minutes I've ever experienced until the door opens.
- Come on, Juan, come in-, she says, leaning against the door frame.
The first thing I see are the brown eyes of my neighbor whom I used to spy on years ago. Deep, serious, without makeup. In the exchange of glances, I can see how her expression changes from inquisitive to playful. Do those eyes express mischief, despite the rest of her face being serious? That's what I feel, and it makes me a bit more anxious.
- She can't recognize me. She never really saw me well. It's been 3 years, I've changed a lot-. I think this and many other things while she keeps standing in the doorway, waiting for me. Now I can finally take a good look at her whole body. She's barefoot. She's wearing short jean shorts with fringes, quite tight and very short. Then there are hypnotic five centimeters of belly exposed, bronzed to perfection. It's not a flat stomach or defined one, but the tight shorts even make it look like she has a little roll. Above that, a muscular white body with fine straps marks two beautiful breasts and ends in an infernal view of shoulders and neck, the same copper color that drove me crazy years ago.
So I go slow, timid, sure that a little flushed in the cheeks from all this stimulation next to her. She runs and leaves me just enough space to pass through. I feel her scent, simple but intoxicating: just a bit of deodorant and something spicy from the back of her sweat. I enter her dark house and let my last chance to escape from a series of events that will make me the sexually sick person I was all my life, and also several crazinesses that I'll tell you soon. CONTINUE, babies, have patience.As always, if you like I'll keep track of the points, shared and all that, so don't be afraid, it motivates me to write more often!)
At that time, I was attending a technical school. One day in November, a classmate from my workshop asked me to go to his aunt's house to fix some outlets, as he couldn't and the cutie didn't have light due to a short circuit.
- Okay, give me something, there must be something?
- You'll get something out of it, give it a try, I'll buy you a sandwich later for being so lazy.
That same afternoon, I left workshop around 4 pm and headed home. I was wearing the blue overalls from workshop (you know what an overol is? Google it). Underneath the overalls, I had on a shirt and underwear because there was no way to put anything else on without dying of heat during siesta. When I got home, I remembered my aunt. I looked at the address on the piece of paper my friend gave me and it was nearby. I had some time, nobody was expecting me at home, so I went to take care of the old lady.
I arrived at the house and felt like my heart was racing. As you all know before I start writing a line, this was the house of my neighbor, the one I used to spy on. I'm about to ring the doorbell, I stayed for at least 5 minutes thinking what to do, then turned back around. Nothing moved, there was no R12 at the door, I said it can't be the same one, she's already gone, and decided to fulfill my friend's favor.
I rang the doorbell again, nothing happened. Of course, there was no light, I thought, and clapped a little. Nothing. So I opened a low gate, crossed the garden in front of it, went up to the door and knocked. It took 1 minute, I was about to leave when I felt a Who is it? from the other side of the door. It's the voice of a young woman, not an old aunt. First sign, my heart started racing.
- I'm Juan, here to fix the light.
- Juan? Ah, my nephew's friend. Give me a minute. there is a window with curtains that the wind blows open due to the summer. Inside it's very dark and the contrast with the afternoon sun doesn't let you see anything. At that moment I feel like they're staring at me from inside the house in complete silence. I'm sweating from nerves but also from the heat, in what feels like the longest 3 minutes I've ever experienced until the door opens.
- Come on, Juan, come in-, she says, leaning against the door frame.
The first thing I see are the brown eyes of my neighbor whom I used to spy on years ago. Deep, serious, without makeup. In the exchange of glances, I can see how her expression changes from inquisitive to playful. Do those eyes express mischief, despite the rest of her face being serious? That's what I feel, and it makes me a bit more anxious.
- She can't recognize me. She never really saw me well. It's been 3 years, I've changed a lot-. I think this and many other things while she keeps standing in the doorway, waiting for me. Now I can finally take a good look at her whole body. She's barefoot. She's wearing short jean shorts with fringes, quite tight and very short. Then there are hypnotic five centimeters of belly exposed, bronzed to perfection. It's not a flat stomach or defined one, but the tight shorts even make it look like she has a little roll. Above that, a muscular white body with fine straps marks two beautiful breasts and ends in an infernal view of shoulders and neck, the same copper color that drove me crazy years ago.
So I go slow, timid, sure that a little flushed in the cheeks from all this stimulation next to her. She runs and leaves me just enough space to pass through. I feel her scent, simple but intoxicating: just a bit of deodorant and something spicy from the back of her sweat. I enter her dark house and let my last chance to escape from a series of events that will make me the sexually sick person I was all my life, and also several crazinesses that I'll tell you soon. CONTINUE, babies, have patience.As always, if you like I'll keep track of the points, shared and all that, so don't be afraid, it motivates me to write more often!)
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