Social Distancing with my neighbor [MF]

I’ve always thought those stories about sex with neighbors were so porny and unrealistic – until tonight it happened to me.

I moved into a new apartment building in November, and the building is shaped like a ‘U’ so that my apartment, on the inside of the ‘U’, faces another apartment directly across from me. We are on the first floor, so we have porches. But during the whole winter, the other apartment’s blinds stayed closed and I didn’t think much of walking around my apartment naked, like I usually do.

Over the past few days, with everyone stuck at home and the weather warming up, I finally got to see my neighbors more, as I worked on my laptop by the window or on the porch (clothed!). The neighbor directly across from me, let’s call her Erica, would play lacrosse with her daughter and throw the ball for her dog. It was an incredibly wholesome scene, like something out of Sesame Street.

We all decided to have a “shelter-in-place” party this evening, everyone on their porches drinking wine. I had a blast getting to know everyone better, laughing and drinking. Erica hopped over her porch fence to offer me a bottle of Pinot, and we talked long into the night.

After everyone else left for the night, she invited me over to her couch to get to know each other better. We shared secrets, fears, hopes and dreams. She persisted in asking personal questions of vulnerability and deep honesty, always prefaced with disclaimers that I could peace out and go to bed anytime. But I like those kinds of conversations, and stayed. She wanted to know me, what makes me tick, and I wanted to know her, how she ended up as a single mother in [large east coast city]. Her flirting was fairly obvious “…speaking to you neighbor-to-neighbor and not attractive single guy to single mom…” I might have made a move except that she shared a history of sexual abuse, so I didn’t want to press any triggers accidentally.

Finally, as I was speaking mid-sentence, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. It felt wonderful, and we kissed passionately on her porch in the dim amber light of the city.

We decided to go inside, she kissed her daughter goodnight, then we walked down the hall to my place, stopping every few feet to pin her against the wall and kiss her forcefully, my hands grabbing hers in desire.

She seemed astonished to see my place from the inside, my plant collection and rock collection aaaand my bed, not much other furniture besides bookshelves. Because I have lights for my plants, all my neighbors had theories about me being a big-time weed grower. Nope! Just love plants. (She wanted weed).

Erica reached out to me, touching me all up and down, raking her fingernails across my skin. I shivered, grabbed her hair and gently bit her neck. We touched each other like we were starved, mad for each other. She reached down my pants with a sly smile saying that “now I can tell Laura (other neighbor) about how big your dick is”. Once she saw how responsive and sensitive I am, she directed me to the bed and told me that she wanted to make me feel good, to feel respected and cared about, to just feel pure pleasure. Given that i’d had my heart broken a month ago, this was music to my ears. And, more specifically she emphasized, “I want to suck your cock.”

“Just one rule,” she said. “Tell me what makes you feel good.”

I am in my mid-thirties, and I don’t recall anyone ever asking me that simple but profound question. It’s a question that is selfless, gracious, and invested, something that feels all too rare in today’s “swipe to the next person” culture.

“Scratch me, please!” And she happily obliged, pinching my nipples and digging into my skin all the way down to that deliciously sculpted crease inside my hipbones. She slipped the tip of my cock into her mouth, flicking her tongue rapidly along the underside as I curled my toes and gasped. I told her to stroke and pull on my balls, but that wasn’t enough for her, she licked them like an ice cream which felt fucking amazing.

“I want to make you cum. How do you want to cum?” she asked me. “Deep in your mouth” I replied, and she took all of me into her mouth, sucking and sliding her lips up and down, her luscious tongue pushing against me urgently. Her mouth felt heavenly, and I came deep down her throat as she swallowed every drop.

We cuddled in bed as the buzz from the wine was gradually replaced by the afterglow of the moment. Inevitably we had to talk about “I just hooked up with my neighbor, who I can see every day, in fact I can see everything in their window”. We can hide nothing from each other. If I bring home another woman, she’ll be there watching (masturbating?). If she stands at her window naked, I’ll know to come over. If she’s alone, I can tease her through the window, or put on a show, knowing it will drive her wild and soon she’ll be knocking at my door. There is nothing better I could ask for during a quarantine. ❤️

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fmc2eg/social_distancing_with_my_neighbor_mf