Neighbor
"Dima, what are you doing?!" she exclaimed. At this, her son stirred and turned towards the wall. She looked at him with fright.
"Natasha, when was the last time you had a man?" I asked.
At this question, she turned her head away, and her face reddened.
I continued to spread her legs, and now the long-awaited sight appeared before my eyes. I slowly ran my hand along the inner side of her thigh, approaching the intimate target. With my other hand, I began to press on her, pinning her to the bed.
It was a rainy August evening. I was sitting in front of the computer as usual, playing. Not that the game was particularly
interesting, but there was nothing else to do anyway. But then the doorbell rang. I reluctantly went to open the door. Opening the front door, I saw it was the neighbor from upstairs."Dima, can you help?" she asked. "For some reason, some channels stopped showing."
"Yes, just a moment, I'll finish up what I'm doing and come up in about five minutes," I replied.
Quickly finishing my work on the computer, I changed clothes and went upstairs.
"Come in, the TV in Natasha's room is acting up," the neighbor began to speak quickly. Natasha is her daughter, about 30 years old, meaning seven years older than me. I had been eyeing her for a long time. Natasha had a rather attractive figure. Though her breasts weren't very large, her butt and thighs were top class. Entering her room, I saw her sitting on the sofa switching channels, while her little son was already asleep. She was wearing a short housecoat, so passing by her, one could see what kind of panties she had on. But Natasha was sitting with her legs pressed together, not extremely tightly, but one couldn't see through to her body.
"Alright, let's see what's going on here," I said, taking the remote in my hands.
At that moment, the phone rang, and after about five minutes of conversation, Natasha's mother looked in and said she and her husband had to leave—they were invited to visit. While I was setting up the remaining channels, her parents got ready and left.
"Well, that's it, seems like all the channels are set up," I said, looking at her.
I looked first into her eyes, then my gaze slowly descended to her chest, and then to her legs. After that, I quickly raised my eyes back to her. I noticed she had blushed a little and started avoiding eye contact. Then she suddenly lifted her head.
"Thank you, Dima. It's really bad without the TV, and of course the most interesting channels disappeared."
"Don't mention it. If anything—just ask," I said, approaching her.
Coming right up to her, I abruptly sat down. I placed my hands on her knees and began to spread her legs.
"Dima, what are you doing?!" she exclaimed. At this, her son stirred and turned towards the wall. She looked at him with fright.
"Natasha, when was the last time you had a man?" I asked.
At this question, she turned her head away, and her face reddened.
I continued to spread her legs, and now the long-awaited sight appeared before my eyes. I slowly ran my hand along the inner side of her thigh, approaching the intimate target. With my other hand, I began to press on her, pinning her to the bed. At first, she resisted a little, but then gave in and lay back on the sofa. Since the housecoat had a zipper, I quickly managed to take it off her. After that, I ran my hand over her stomach, approaching her breasts. Reaching her breasts, I began massaging them with both hands. At this, Natasha started breathing faster, closing her eyes. Removing her bra, I pressed my lips to her nipples. Surprisingly, she had large nipples that instantly hardened. After her nipples, I began kissing her stomach, playing with her navel with my tongue. Natasha placed her hands on my head, started stroking my hair, and shivers of pleasure ran through her body. But I didn't stop there—I took off her panties, then ran my lips over her pubic area and began licking her clitoris. I played with her clitoris with my tongue, lightly nibbling it with my teeth. From this, the most voluptuous juice—the juice of an aroused woman—began to flow from her. After the clitoris, I switched to her labia. After lightly licking them, I knew it was time.
I rose up, took off my pants, and pulled out my love rod, blazing with heat. Running the head over her large labia, I caused a wave of pleasure to roll through Natasha's body. I began slowly inserting my penis into her, and she wrapped her legs around me. But after the first thrust, her son stirred. I thought he might disturb us, so I suggested to Natasha that we continue in another room. She got up from the sofa, taking hold of my strongly erect member, and led me to her parents' room. As we walked, our paces differed, and I enjoyed the feeling of her hand on my tool. Entering her parents' room, Natasha turned to face me and lay on the bed, still not letting go of my penis. I lay on top of her and drove it into her. She gasped but only hugged my head tighter. Despite having given birth, her vagina was still as tight as that of a woman who hadn't given birth. The rings of vaginal muscles tightly gripped my friend. But thanks to the abundant lubrication, the movements caused no pain to either of us. There was so much lubrication that when I pulled my penis out of her, it came out with a squelching sound. Continuing to fuck her, I felt the muscles of her entire body tense up. I realized she was about to climax, and indeed, literally a few seconds later, her body arched. The vaginal walls contracted—this triggered a response from my body, and volleys of semen began shooting into her. There was so much that when I pulled my member out of Natasha, my seed flowed over her large labia.
"Dima. Thank you," was all she could say.