The neighbor on my left moved out last week, news that would have passed unnoticed by me if it weren't for the fact they're painting the apartment and the painter doesn't leave me indifferent at all, unlike the person who lived there before.
Not the first time I've seen a guy and gotten wet like an adolescent, not because he's handsome, which he isn't, but something told me (call it instinct of a slut) that this guy had to be all about it when getting it on.
After the disappointment I'd had with Alfonso, I needed someone like that, and besides, I didn't have to go out looking for him anywhere, since he was right there next door. However, that first time I passed by the apartment without letting him see me. The same days later, I'd see him but he wouldn't see me, yet I'd fill my eyes with his body, muscles, and presence, fantasizing about the virility I intuited he must have.
I always saw him painting in a blue work pants and a muscular one that left his thick and sturdy arms exposed, just imagining him grabbing me around the waist to ram into me in an animal and merciless way.
That afternoon he was up on a ladder painting with a roller on the ceiling. His booty showed through the pant leg, hard and well-formed. I even felt like getting closer and pinching it. And I got close... but didn't pinch it, nor am I that bold... haha.
I cleared my throat to get his attention, since he was behind me, and apologized for interrupting him. I told him I was thinking of painting my apartment and would be interested in having him give me an estimate... apart from many other things, of course. He asked where I lived, I said next door, and agreed to come over soon. I took advantage of the fact that Ro was at daycare and there was still some time before my mother-in-law (bless her) would pick him up, so I prepared for the impending visit from the painter. When I asked for the budget, she had just arrived from work, still wearing the company uniform and her hair tied in a ponytail, but now, as she opened the door, she was wearing a Jean shorts with a torn hem, a striped shirt partially open below which a tight-fitting top was peeking out, and her loose hair falling in waves over my shoulders. She stood there staring at me with her eyes wide open, as if wondering if she had gotten the wrong department.
Hi, it's good that you came, come on in, I said before she could say anything.
She walked in without stopping to look at me, making me feel warm despite already being hot for a while. I have to admit.
Well, this is the department, I started saying, The idea is to paint everything, the living room and bedrooms.
Is the kitchen included? she asked.
Yes, of course, the kitchen, bathroom, and laundry room, I added.
She began looking at the walls, running her hand over the paint, evaluating their condition. She looked around the other rooms, and handed me a figure that wasn't really what mattered most to me, since what interested me more was her presence there, in my house, facing me, while the budget was just an excuse.
It seems a bit pricey, I said, crossing my arms under my bust to lift it up, as if saying Look at what I have for you.
That's what they're charging on the market, she defended herself without stopping to notice how my breasts were inflating and rising.
Could you give me a discount? Don't you think? I asked, winking.
A discount...? And why would that be? she repeated.
I don't know... You tell me, I said, putting the decision in her hands.
You might say something I won't like, eh, she warned.
And how do you know I won't like it? I challenged.
She stood there looking at me for a moment, as if evaluating me.
Are you always this confrontational? she asked finally with a more relaxed smile.
Confrontational me? I laughed. Well... maybe just a little bit confrontational I am...
A little nothing more? He's getting close and evaluating my reaction by caressing me with the tip of his fingers on my forearm. I don't say anything, just smile at him, looking at him in a way that translated into words means: 'Keep going, don't stop.' -Several things come to mind that I could ask you for in exchange for a discount, even paint everything for free- he says, insisting with his caresses, but without going any further than my elbow, until I give my full consent. -Paint me everything for free?- I'm surprised -I don't want to imagine what you'd ask for that- His hand rises along my arm and takes one of my breasts, doesn't squeeze it, just puts his hand on top. -Well, if I imagine... haha- I laugh. My good disposition is what's waiting for him to gently but firmly grasp my breast, making me feel the roughness of his touch. While he keeps touching me, we kiss, a urgent and effusive tongue kiss. He tries to take off my shirt, but I stop him. -No, not here- I say between excited sighs -My mother-in-law is going to arrive with my son at any moment- -Then...?- he asks, his eyes reddened from the heat he's getting. -Go to the side and wait for me, I'll try to slip away and be back in a bit- I tell him. -Are you sure?- -I'm sure- I nod, giving him another kiss and sending him off towards the door. As soon as he leaves, I change into different clothes and impatiently wait for my mother-in-law to arrive with Ro. No sooner does she enter than I tell her I have to leave for a moment, if she can stay until I get back, luckily she doesn't have a problem (I already told you she's divine, didn't I?). This time I'm dressed more formally, not as put together as before, jeans, the same shirt buttoned up to my neck and sneakers, I also put on a jacket, it was cold, and even though I didn't think I'd leave the building, I didn't want my mother-in-law to have the slightest suspicion of my true destination. I even took the elevator, but got off at the first floor only, then went back up the stairs, peeked out from... the hallway I had just crossed and, making sure there were no moors on the coast, I entered the department where the painter was. As always, the door was open, but I closed it as soon as I stepped inside, taking off my jacket and letting it fall to the floor. Seeing me, he came over in a hurry, took me in his arms, and pulled me towards him, pressing me against his body, making me feel the power of his muscles on my chest.
-So you're looking for a discount on the budget- he says.
-What I'm looking for is this- I tell him, grabbing the package that was already trembling under his belt.
It's not hard yet but it's half-hard, so I squeeze it with anxiety, confirming by touch alone that my hopes are more than founded. This guy is a donkey, I say to myself, sliding my fingers along the wide and elongated comb that rises under his pants.
We kept kissing as if we were going to find the air we needed to breathe in each other, rubbing against each other, caressing each other, letting ourselves be carried away by the most intense and aggressive heat. Now, I let him take off my shirt, he pulls it over my shoulders, lifts my top over my bust, and grabs one breast with each hand, squeezing them with that exquisite roughness he had already shown me before. I shudder at feeling him, my nipples get much harder still, he kneels down and sucks them with avidity, bites them, twists them between his teeth, and I dissolve into sighs in his arms, surrendering completely to this unknown man whom I am irresistibly attracted to.
Until now, I feel like I haven't made a mistake, my instinct seems to have hit the mark this time, especially when I lower his pants and discover a cock of supreme proportions, a fully grown one, potent, heavy, venous, with a juicy head that's inflamed, releasing that unique and incomparable aroma. I like the smell of cock, egg, male, and the painter's cock exudes that smell that incites my most ardent longings.
I collapse to the floor on my knees, clutching that steel hilt that promises to more than adequately compensate for my last disappointment. I suck it with soul and life, deploying all my arts and skills in oral matters along its majestic volume, making it a blowjob of anthology, in accordance with the excitement we both feel.
You know I like doing deep throat, so I swallow it whole, until I'm left without air, then I let go, with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, recovering the lost air and going back to eating it, again and again, overflowing it with saliva, leaving it all sticky and numb. Then I take it out of my mouth, spit on top of it, a saliva-loaded spittle, lift it up, and with my tongue spread all that fluid over its testicles, soak them in saliva and cum, and eat them, savoring avidly the delicious effervescence that begins to gestate inside.
Already in a state of total madness, she grabs me tightly by the arms and lifts me up with a jerk. She unzips my pants and puts her hand inside my thong to finger my pussy all over inside, gets two, three fingers in, then pulls them out, completely moistened, and sucks them with morbid delight.
In the apartment there are no furniture, only a staircase and its work tools, so she makes me lie down on my back on some boxes that are set up to protect the floor from paint stains, takes off my pants, thong, and opens my legs, starts sucking me with extreme avidity and pleasure. The way she uses her tongue is all luxury, describing every little detail over my pussy, sipping the humidity that spreads throughout my crotch, flowing like an uncontained dike. I grab her by the hair in desperation and pull her even closer to me, rub against her face flexing my legs towards Up, wanting him to devour me completely, bite me, leave his teeth marked with all his rigor. Then he gets up, morbidly licks himself, and jumps on top of me, tries to put it in like that, bareback, but I stop him, protection first. I grab my pants, which were left lying aside, and from one of the pockets extract a strip of condoms.
-You came prepared, huh?- he says with a complicit smile.
-I didn't want to risk not having condoms on you-, I say, handing them over.
-You did well because I never found myself in any job with a cutie as slutty as you- he confesses while tearing open the package, taking out the condom and extending it over his cock.
Now if, after the praise, already armed and protected, he goes back into position of attack and attacks with all his might, no subtleties, takes me in one go, making me shudder and moan as if I'd received a stab. I close my eyes, arch my back, and surrender to his lust and morbidness without holding anything back, completely, like always, making my body a real treat for his senses.
-Do you think I'm very slutty?- I ask in a murmur while he settles on top of me to start pumping me.
-Very, but very slutty!-, he assures me in an exclamation, already starting a devastating, impactful pumping.
Each push resonates with my soul, tearing out an uncontrollable succession of moans and gasps that accompany each of his attacks in a loud and melodious way.
-Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh...!
My legs shake around his body, vibrating to the rhythm of his movements, getting faster and faster.
While I'm getting fucked, I stick out my tongue and move it incitingly, he bites me, sucks me, and at the same time, I bite and suck his tongue, we kiss, suck each other's tongues, slobber all over each other without stopping to hold each other fiercely, him from above, pushing and pulling his cock with all the force of his virility, and me from below... as I'm drawn to his effusive display, biting his neck, shoulders, anywhere to channel that overwhelming energy bursting from my deepest interior.
A while later, he takes me out, turns me around, and makes me get down on all fours. He slaps my booty on both sides, hard and violently, making the flesh resonate over my moans, adjusts his head between my legs, and advances with no consideration whatsoever, squeezing my ass around his erection, pushing deeper and deeper, making me feel its entire magnitude, big, hard, and hot.
I clutch my elbows to the floor, on the cardboard impregnated with some paint stains, and push my booty back, as if trying to absorb him too.
-'slut, slut, you're such a slut!' he exclaims while holding onto my waist and starting to take me hard and evenly, entering and exiting in all his arrogant grandeur.
From behind, without stopping the thrusts, he grabs my breasts, massages them, squeezes them, twists my nipples, hurts because they're hard and numb, but it's a delicious, exciting pain, the perfect accompaniment for the jolts with which he ravages me from behind.
-'slut... slut...' he keeps saying, combo after combo, without giving me any respite, fierce and unstoppable, signing each thrust with a strong and thunderous slap that shakes me to my core.
I can't take it anymore, I collapse onto the cardboard amidst stifled gasps, feeling like the volcano between my legs is about to erupt. I get wet all over, the painter takes me out, letting my cum flow through my thighs, soaking everything in its path, and while I'm losing myself in exalted moans and sighs, he puts it back in and keeps fucking me.
-'You ended up like a slut...' he says with a mocking tone, continuing the discharge, taking me to new heights on his cock for another cum, even stronger than the first.
I get wet again, the orgasm trickles out between... My legs are dripping too, also the cardboard on which I'm lying. Some last thrusts, firm and accurate, take off the cover and in the middle of a euphoric roar, end with some violent and effusive milkings that leave me marked at fire the skin. The cum, warm and thick, pours down my back, along the crease of my ass, over the smoothness of my buttocks.
-Oh girl... you really gave me a good one!- he exclaims, pleased, as he shakes it off and squeezes, releasing every last drop of semen.
I don't say anything, I'm disarmed on the floor, unable to even move. What now? How do I get home?, I wonder. Dragging myself, I respond to myself, and it's that the painter had left me literally knocked out. I was inert, barely breathing, while he praised how good a slut and a good fucker I am. That's what I thought, recovering my breath little by little. It took me a while to get up, having to hold onto the wall so my legs wouldn't give out.
-You didn't expect a screw like that, did you?- the painter says, gloating over his performance.
-The truth is, no- I say -You gave me the screw of the year-
Men like us to tell them they're the best, that nobody fucks us like they do, but in this case he wasn't exaggerating at all. He was so close to killing me with all the cock he gave me.
I got dressed, did my hair as well as I could, and said goodbye to him with a kiss.
-You'll be back, won't you?- he asks before I leave.
-I'm sure of it- I answer.
-Till next time then- he says, giving me a slap on the booty.
I don't have the strength to pretend I came from the street, so I go straight to my apartment and enter, greeting my mother-in-law who's watching Tinelli in the living room.
-To whom did they eliminate now?- I ask, trying to divert attention away from myself.
-There are still a few couples left to dance- she informs me.
-Ah, I'll prepare something to eat, will you let me know when it's my turn?- I ask, as if I care which couple is eliminated that night. Warning, I'm already voting for Anita and the Bicho - he says referring to his favorite partner. My husband arrives on time. We eat together with three of us and then he takes her home, which is just a few blocks away. While waiting for him to come back, I sit down to watch the end of 'Showmatch', but I don't even find out which couple was eliminated. My head is elsewhere, in the apartment next door, to be more precise, still fantasizing about the blow job that painter gave me. Just now do I realize that I don't even know his name, nor does it matter, not knowing how he's called and yet it adds so much morbidness to the situation. When my husband arrives, I ask him what he thinks if we paint the apartment. He says it's not a bad idea, but that I should take care of looking into some budgets myself. -No problem- I say -I'll get right on that tomorrow-
Not the first time I've seen a guy and gotten wet like an adolescent, not because he's handsome, which he isn't, but something told me (call it instinct of a slut) that this guy had to be all about it when getting it on.
After the disappointment I'd had with Alfonso, I needed someone like that, and besides, I didn't have to go out looking for him anywhere, since he was right there next door. However, that first time I passed by the apartment without letting him see me. The same days later, I'd see him but he wouldn't see me, yet I'd fill my eyes with his body, muscles, and presence, fantasizing about the virility I intuited he must have.
I always saw him painting in a blue work pants and a muscular one that left his thick and sturdy arms exposed, just imagining him grabbing me around the waist to ram into me in an animal and merciless way.
That afternoon he was up on a ladder painting with a roller on the ceiling. His booty showed through the pant leg, hard and well-formed. I even felt like getting closer and pinching it. And I got close... but didn't pinch it, nor am I that bold... haha.
I cleared my throat to get his attention, since he was behind me, and apologized for interrupting him. I told him I was thinking of painting my apartment and would be interested in having him give me an estimate... apart from many other things, of course. He asked where I lived, I said next door, and agreed to come over soon. I took advantage of the fact that Ro was at daycare and there was still some time before my mother-in-law (bless her) would pick him up, so I prepared for the impending visit from the painter. When I asked for the budget, she had just arrived from work, still wearing the company uniform and her hair tied in a ponytail, but now, as she opened the door, she was wearing a Jean shorts with a torn hem, a striped shirt partially open below which a tight-fitting top was peeking out, and her loose hair falling in waves over my shoulders. She stood there staring at me with her eyes wide open, as if wondering if she had gotten the wrong department.
Hi, it's good that you came, come on in, I said before she could say anything.
She walked in without stopping to look at me, making me feel warm despite already being hot for a while. I have to admit.
Well, this is the department, I started saying, The idea is to paint everything, the living room and bedrooms.
Is the kitchen included? she asked.
Yes, of course, the kitchen, bathroom, and laundry room, I added.
She began looking at the walls, running her hand over the paint, evaluating their condition. She looked around the other rooms, and handed me a figure that wasn't really what mattered most to me, since what interested me more was her presence there, in my house, facing me, while the budget was just an excuse.
It seems a bit pricey, I said, crossing my arms under my bust to lift it up, as if saying Look at what I have for you.
That's what they're charging on the market, she defended herself without stopping to notice how my breasts were inflating and rising.
Could you give me a discount? Don't you think? I asked, winking.
A discount...? And why would that be? she repeated.
I don't know... You tell me, I said, putting the decision in her hands.
You might say something I won't like, eh, she warned.
And how do you know I won't like it? I challenged.
She stood there looking at me for a moment, as if evaluating me.
Are you always this confrontational? she asked finally with a more relaxed smile.
Confrontational me? I laughed. Well... maybe just a little bit confrontational I am...
A little nothing more? He's getting close and evaluating my reaction by caressing me with the tip of his fingers on my forearm. I don't say anything, just smile at him, looking at him in a way that translated into words means: 'Keep going, don't stop.' -Several things come to mind that I could ask you for in exchange for a discount, even paint everything for free- he says, insisting with his caresses, but without going any further than my elbow, until I give my full consent. -Paint me everything for free?- I'm surprised -I don't want to imagine what you'd ask for that- His hand rises along my arm and takes one of my breasts, doesn't squeeze it, just puts his hand on top. -Well, if I imagine... haha- I laugh. My good disposition is what's waiting for him to gently but firmly grasp my breast, making me feel the roughness of his touch. While he keeps touching me, we kiss, a urgent and effusive tongue kiss. He tries to take off my shirt, but I stop him. -No, not here- I say between excited sighs -My mother-in-law is going to arrive with my son at any moment- -Then...?- he asks, his eyes reddened from the heat he's getting. -Go to the side and wait for me, I'll try to slip away and be back in a bit- I tell him. -Are you sure?- -I'm sure- I nod, giving him another kiss and sending him off towards the door. As soon as he leaves, I change into different clothes and impatiently wait for my mother-in-law to arrive with Ro. No sooner does she enter than I tell her I have to leave for a moment, if she can stay until I get back, luckily she doesn't have a problem (I already told you she's divine, didn't I?). This time I'm dressed more formally, not as put together as before, jeans, the same shirt buttoned up to my neck and sneakers, I also put on a jacket, it was cold, and even though I didn't think I'd leave the building, I didn't want my mother-in-law to have the slightest suspicion of my true destination. I even took the elevator, but got off at the first floor only, then went back up the stairs, peeked out from... the hallway I had just crossed and, making sure there were no moors on the coast, I entered the department where the painter was. As always, the door was open, but I closed it as soon as I stepped inside, taking off my jacket and letting it fall to the floor. Seeing me, he came over in a hurry, took me in his arms, and pulled me towards him, pressing me against his body, making me feel the power of his muscles on my chest.
-So you're looking for a discount on the budget- he says.
-What I'm looking for is this- I tell him, grabbing the package that was already trembling under his belt.
It's not hard yet but it's half-hard, so I squeeze it with anxiety, confirming by touch alone that my hopes are more than founded. This guy is a donkey, I say to myself, sliding my fingers along the wide and elongated comb that rises under his pants.
We kept kissing as if we were going to find the air we needed to breathe in each other, rubbing against each other, caressing each other, letting ourselves be carried away by the most intense and aggressive heat. Now, I let him take off my shirt, he pulls it over my shoulders, lifts my top over my bust, and grabs one breast with each hand, squeezing them with that exquisite roughness he had already shown me before. I shudder at feeling him, my nipples get much harder still, he kneels down and sucks them with avidity, bites them, twists them between his teeth, and I dissolve into sighs in his arms, surrendering completely to this unknown man whom I am irresistibly attracted to.
Until now, I feel like I haven't made a mistake, my instinct seems to have hit the mark this time, especially when I lower his pants and discover a cock of supreme proportions, a fully grown one, potent, heavy, venous, with a juicy head that's inflamed, releasing that unique and incomparable aroma. I like the smell of cock, egg, male, and the painter's cock exudes that smell that incites my most ardent longings.
I collapse to the floor on my knees, clutching that steel hilt that promises to more than adequately compensate for my last disappointment. I suck it with soul and life, deploying all my arts and skills in oral matters along its majestic volume, making it a blowjob of anthology, in accordance with the excitement we both feel.
You know I like doing deep throat, so I swallow it whole, until I'm left without air, then I let go, with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, recovering the lost air and going back to eating it, again and again, overflowing it with saliva, leaving it all sticky and numb. Then I take it out of my mouth, spit on top of it, a saliva-loaded spittle, lift it up, and with my tongue spread all that fluid over its testicles, soak them in saliva and cum, and eat them, savoring avidly the delicious effervescence that begins to gestate inside.
Already in a state of total madness, she grabs me tightly by the arms and lifts me up with a jerk. She unzips my pants and puts her hand inside my thong to finger my pussy all over inside, gets two, three fingers in, then pulls them out, completely moistened, and sucks them with morbid delight.
In the apartment there are no furniture, only a staircase and its work tools, so she makes me lie down on my back on some boxes that are set up to protect the floor from paint stains, takes off my pants, thong, and opens my legs, starts sucking me with extreme avidity and pleasure. The way she uses her tongue is all luxury, describing every little detail over my pussy, sipping the humidity that spreads throughout my crotch, flowing like an uncontained dike. I grab her by the hair in desperation and pull her even closer to me, rub against her face flexing my legs towards Up, wanting him to devour me completely, bite me, leave his teeth marked with all his rigor. Then he gets up, morbidly licks himself, and jumps on top of me, tries to put it in like that, bareback, but I stop him, protection first. I grab my pants, which were left lying aside, and from one of the pockets extract a strip of condoms.
-You came prepared, huh?- he says with a complicit smile.
-I didn't want to risk not having condoms on you-, I say, handing them over.
-You did well because I never found myself in any job with a cutie as slutty as you- he confesses while tearing open the package, taking out the condom and extending it over his cock.
Now if, after the praise, already armed and protected, he goes back into position of attack and attacks with all his might, no subtleties, takes me in one go, making me shudder and moan as if I'd received a stab. I close my eyes, arch my back, and surrender to his lust and morbidness without holding anything back, completely, like always, making my body a real treat for his senses.
-Do you think I'm very slutty?- I ask in a murmur while he settles on top of me to start pumping me.
-Very, but very slutty!-, he assures me in an exclamation, already starting a devastating, impactful pumping.
Each push resonates with my soul, tearing out an uncontrollable succession of moans and gasps that accompany each of his attacks in a loud and melodious way.
-Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh...!
My legs shake around his body, vibrating to the rhythm of his movements, getting faster and faster.
While I'm getting fucked, I stick out my tongue and move it incitingly, he bites me, sucks me, and at the same time, I bite and suck his tongue, we kiss, suck each other's tongues, slobber all over each other without stopping to hold each other fiercely, him from above, pushing and pulling his cock with all the force of his virility, and me from below... as I'm drawn to his effusive display, biting his neck, shoulders, anywhere to channel that overwhelming energy bursting from my deepest interior.
A while later, he takes me out, turns me around, and makes me get down on all fours. He slaps my booty on both sides, hard and violently, making the flesh resonate over my moans, adjusts his head between my legs, and advances with no consideration whatsoever, squeezing my ass around his erection, pushing deeper and deeper, making me feel its entire magnitude, big, hard, and hot.
I clutch my elbows to the floor, on the cardboard impregnated with some paint stains, and push my booty back, as if trying to absorb him too.
-'slut, slut, you're such a slut!' he exclaims while holding onto my waist and starting to take me hard and evenly, entering and exiting in all his arrogant grandeur.
From behind, without stopping the thrusts, he grabs my breasts, massages them, squeezes them, twists my nipples, hurts because they're hard and numb, but it's a delicious, exciting pain, the perfect accompaniment for the jolts with which he ravages me from behind.
-'slut... slut...' he keeps saying, combo after combo, without giving me any respite, fierce and unstoppable, signing each thrust with a strong and thunderous slap that shakes me to my core.
I can't take it anymore, I collapse onto the cardboard amidst stifled gasps, feeling like the volcano between my legs is about to erupt. I get wet all over, the painter takes me out, letting my cum flow through my thighs, soaking everything in its path, and while I'm losing myself in exalted moans and sighs, he puts it back in and keeps fucking me.
-'You ended up like a slut...' he says with a mocking tone, continuing the discharge, taking me to new heights on his cock for another cum, even stronger than the first.
I get wet again, the orgasm trickles out between... My legs are dripping too, also the cardboard on which I'm lying. Some last thrusts, firm and accurate, take off the cover and in the middle of a euphoric roar, end with some violent and effusive milkings that leave me marked at fire the skin. The cum, warm and thick, pours down my back, along the crease of my ass, over the smoothness of my buttocks.
-Oh girl... you really gave me a good one!- he exclaims, pleased, as he shakes it off and squeezes, releasing every last drop of semen.
I don't say anything, I'm disarmed on the floor, unable to even move. What now? How do I get home?, I wonder. Dragging myself, I respond to myself, and it's that the painter had left me literally knocked out. I was inert, barely breathing, while he praised how good a slut and a good fucker I am. That's what I thought, recovering my breath little by little. It took me a while to get up, having to hold onto the wall so my legs wouldn't give out.
-You didn't expect a screw like that, did you?- the painter says, gloating over his performance.
-The truth is, no- I say -You gave me the screw of the year-
Men like us to tell them they're the best, that nobody fucks us like they do, but in this case he wasn't exaggerating at all. He was so close to killing me with all the cock he gave me.
I got dressed, did my hair as well as I could, and said goodbye to him with a kiss.
-You'll be back, won't you?- he asks before I leave.
-I'm sure of it- I answer.
-Till next time then- he says, giving me a slap on the booty.
I don't have the strength to pretend I came from the street, so I go straight to my apartment and enter, greeting my mother-in-law who's watching Tinelli in the living room.
-To whom did they eliminate now?- I ask, trying to divert attention away from myself.
-There are still a few couples left to dance- she informs me.
-Ah, I'll prepare something to eat, will you let me know when it's my turn?- I ask, as if I care which couple is eliminated that night. Warning, I'm already voting for Anita and the Bicho - he says referring to his favorite partner. My husband arrives on time. We eat together with three of us and then he takes her home, which is just a few blocks away. While waiting for him to come back, I sit down to watch the end of 'Showmatch', but I don't even find out which couple was eliminated. My head is elsewhere, in the apartment next door, to be more precise, still fantasizing about the blow job that painter gave me. Just now do I realize that I don't even know his name, nor does it matter, not knowing how he's called and yet it adds so much morbidness to the situation. When my husband arrives, I ask him what he thinks if we paint the apartment. He says it's not a bad idea, but that I should take care of looking into some budgets myself. -No problem- I say -I'll get right on that tomorrow-
53 comentários - El departamento de al lado...
Jajajaja hasta hago alarde de como te deje!!! :trollface:
hasta me dan ganas de ser tu vecino!!
jaja
ya compartimos el mismo rubro de laburo, te imaginas si encima tambien el edificio?
jajaaj
Pd: y al final avanzaste con el pebete del parque?
Felicitaciones!!!
sos genial marita!ojalá algun dia te encuentre.jaja
Como me pones!!
Muy caliente historia!
Gracias por compartir
Excelente relato
Me surtieron a bifes !!! Cómo me surtieron !!!
...el pintor, fue el pintor el que cago a trompadas...... 😒 😒
Besos!
¡Cinco es el numero favorito!