UPDATE: Ran into my [F] Neighbour [M] Outside and he Showed me his Garage…

I’ve been debating sharing this update, but I don’t think I can resist writing about it… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it so maybe this will help. A little background: one morning a week or so ago, my neighbour looked in my living room window and caught me touching myself. The full story is in a previous post of mine, if you’re curious about how this whole thing started.

Today I woke up early again. No particular reason; I had stayed quiet and still in bed for a few minutes trying to figure out if something had woken me, but I heard nothing except Ian’s gently breathing. I checked my phone. 9:00am. Early, too early really, but I felt awake. I rose from the bed and dressed as quietly as I could, replacing the short pyjama shorts and baggy t I usually slept in with my favourite black leggings and a loose black hooded sweatshirt. Pulling my wild morning hair out from the neckhole of the sweater, I snagged a pair of socks for my cold feet and then I slipped into the hall, closing the bedroom door behind me.

I settled into my morning routine, enjoying the solitude. I knew that Ian wouldn’t be up for hours and I was looking forward to having a lazy morning to myself. I put the coffee on and then wandered into the living room, stopping to open the blinds and let the morning sun shine into the dark basement. I watered the plants as I listened to the coffee pot gurgle and debated how to spend my morning. I could read, but I wasn’t in the middle of anything and had yet to commit to the next pick. It felt like a big decision this morning, I wasn’t sure I was up for it.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and brought it over to the couch. Without even really thinking about it, my hands reached for my bong and grinder and I was packing myself a bowl. Too early. But also, fuck it? Not like I had anything else to do today. I smoked and sipped my coffee, browsing the news and social media on my phone, enjoying the sensation of the coffee and weed settling in my body and the smell of it in the air. The smoke looked beautiful, hanging heavily in the morning light. I watched it twirl for a moment before I was hit with the craving for a cigarette. I battled internally against leaving the couch, but a part of me wanted that sunshine on my face. I gathered the garbage to take out with me before I slipped on a pair of white sneakers, grabbed a lighter and cigarette out of my pack, and left the apartment.

The sun was bright and as I stepped out I had to squint as my eyes adjusted. It did feel kind of nice though. Still squinting I brought the garbage around the side of the building and tossed it in one of the bins. Then I stepped back around the side of the house and into the sunshine. Eyes having adjusted enough to see, I leaned against the building and lit my cigarette. I was browsing my phone again when I heard the sound of something rustling behind me, where a row of garages lined the alleyway behind my building. Feeling goosebumps rise on my arm, I took a deep drag off my cigarette before I turned around.

There he was, leaning at the entrance to one of the garages, which I now noticed had an open door. It was him, my neighbour. The one who had watched me the other day on my couch. Not just watched, either. I immediately felt my face heat up. He was standing pretty far away from me but I was sure it was him. I recognized his jaw, the short slick dark hair. He was looking in my direction. At me? I couldn’t tell. For a moment we just stood facing each other, smoking, and then he began to walk towards me. Our eyes met as he approached and my heart began to race. I had never really seen his eyes before, but now he was close enough for me to be struck by his icy blue gaze. He was a little older than I had originally thought, maybe late thirties, and today I could see a couple days worth of stubble lining his square jaw. He stopped about 6 feet away from me, a very respectful distance, and grinned at me.

“Good morning. I’m Daniel. Dan. I don’t think we’ve officially met.” His voice was deep but had a pleasant cadence. I kind of felt like he was fucking with me somehow, or testing me… he must recognize me, right? My heart was still racing and I was desperately trying to get a read on the situation.

“I’m Teddy” I responded, a little hesitantly. “Good morning.” He nodded and we continued to smoke in silence, both trying to check each other out without letting ourselves be caught. Both of us failed. I felt my face turn red as I watched his eyes travel up and down my body, taking in the curves of my legs in my leggings, searching for definition under the mystery of my sweater. When his eyes rose up to meet mine I saw the desire in them, the same desire I had seen when he was outside my window. Knowing he wanted me sent a wave of heat down to my pussy. I felt my nipples harden. This was bad. I took a long drag on my cigarette and looked away, hoping he hadn’t seen in my eyes that I wanted it too. He said nothing but didn’t take his eyes off me. The tension was starting to get out of control, and my cigarette was almost done. I watched my hands shake as I brought it to my lips for a final drag. My stomach was doing cartwheels as I tossed the butt to the ground and stepped on it. I couldn’t take it anymore. Meeting his intense gaze again, I had to ask him.

“So did you enjoy the show?” A look of surprise flickered across his face and then he smiled a slow, delicious smile. He looked up and down the alley once and then walked a few steps closer to me. No longer practicing safe social distancing, I noted. I also noted that I did not care. I could practically feel the heat coming off his body. I thought I could smell his musk. I watched his lips move as he answered.

“I think you saw that I did.” His voice was raspy and his eyes were locked on mine. He tossed his cigarette away and took another step closer so there was just a foot or so between us. I watched as he inhaled deeply and then his eyes rolled back slightly as he let out a quiet moan, a long exhale.

“Fuck, I can smell you from here.” He said. Another wave of heat, another gush. I trembled, I didn’t know what to say. I just looked at him, no longer trying to hide the pleading desperation that I felt from my face. That look was all it took, swiftly he grabbed my hand and turned, pulling me behind him, and headed towards his garage. For a moment I thought about Ian and knew I should stop, turn around, not let this happen. But the truth was, I was dying to see Daniels cock, and I was itching to let him get his hands on me after the way we’d toyed with each other the other day. Before I could question it anymore, we were inside the dimly lit garage and Daniel was pressing the button, closing the door.

It was barely halfway closed before he had me pushed up against the hood of the small dark green car parked in the center of the garage. He was tall and firm, pressed against me he felt and smelled like a man and I liked that. I liked the rough feeling of his stubble as he hungrily kissed me, shoving his tongue in my mouth, making me taste his cigarette. His hands found the bottom of my sweater and pulled it up over my head. I hadn’t bothered with a bra underneath and he let out a slow breath as he saw my pink nipples up close, hard in the cool air of the garage. He grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me easily up to sit on the hood of the car and came to stand between my legs. He cupped my tits in his large hands and began to massage them gently as he leaned in to kiss me again. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers stimulated my nipples, making my pussy pulse. He definitely knew what to do with his hands, and I knew where I wanted to put mine.

Kissing him back deeply and pressing myself forward, shoving my tits more aggressively into his hands, I reached down to touch him. He let out a low groan as my hands found his cock, already hard under his jeans, straining against the denim. I unbuttoned and unzipped to free him, letting his pants fall I stroked his cock through his boxers, feeling it flex at my touch. It was big. Thick. A grown mans penis for sure. My pussy ached as it continued to grow harder in my hand. Before I could pull his boxers down he pushed back from me so he could remove my shoes. I helped him with the rest of my clothes, standing up and turning around, pushing my ass against him as I leaned forward, slowly pulling my leggings down and revealing my ass to him. I hadn’t bothered with panties either. He swore under his breath and I giggled, turning back around to find him fully naked as well, giant cock standing erect and waiting for me.

I started to get to my knees but Daniel stopped me and returned me to the hood of the car, pushing me down so I was laying on my back. He then put my knees over his shoulders and bent down between my legs, looking down at my smooth pussy that was already dripping in anticipation. He smiled and licked his lips.

“There’s that cunt.” He took a deep breath in through his nose and then blew it slowly out through his lips, tickling my clit with the warm air. I brought my fingers to the sides of his head and he locked eyes with me as he slowly lowered his face to my pussy. He licked my clit firmly with his tongue, again and again, making me squirm with pleasure. He then used his arms to push my legs back and open me more, giving him access to both holes. He explored desperately with his tongue. Licking and slurping around my pussy and asshole, making me whimper as his tongue teased and pleased me. My hands tightened around his face as my orgasm began to build, but he stopped suddenly.

Rising up he grabbed me and pulled me up, turning me over and pushing me back down so he now stood behind me as I was bent over the car, tits pressed against the metal. I felt his big hands spread my cheeks open and then he entered me. No teasing, no slowly working me open. With one thrust he shoved his whole length in me and I yelped at the pleasure of the pressure as the walls of my cunt stretched open for him. He slapped my ass hard and began to slowly thrust his long thick dick all the way in and then almost all the way out, forcefully pushing to make me receive him.

“You can handle that, can’t you?” he whispered roughly. I whimpered in response and he slapped my ass again. He began to pick up the pace, holding me down firmly against the car with one hand and slapping my ass with the other as he fucked me hard, almost angry in the way he took me. I felt my pussy gush as it gripped against him and, wanting to push myself over the edge I wormed my hand down so I could work my own clit as he pounded me.

“You like that fat cock in you huh? Better than your fingers, you dirty little girl?” I moaned in response and then gasped as he abruptly slid one of his fingers in my asshole. I cried out in pleasure as he worked my asshole while he fucked me, stopping only to spread my cheeks and spit a gob of hot saliva on my holes before stuffing me full again. With both of my holes being stretched and my hand furiously rubbing my clit, the ecstasy was building and soon I came hard, a wave of juices flowing down his cock as my pussy clenched and throbbed.

“Yes sir” I replied breathlessly, half-dazed by my orgasm, and I moved my fingers from my clit down to cup his balls. At the word ‘sir’ he grunted and his fingers dug hard into my ass. I felt his balls quiver in my hand as he came, shooting his hot cum deep into my dipping hole. He stayed in me for a moment after, slowly pumping his still semi-hard cock into me, his finger gently twisting in and out of my asshole. I shivered at the sensation and the feeling of our mixed cum beginning to ooze down my leg. Eventually he pulled out of me and I winced as I straightened up, feeling the heat in my pussy that was the consequence of him ripping me open.

I turned around to face him and he grabbed my naked waist, pulling me in and kissing me again.

“That was even better than I imagined,” he said, and moved away to grab a rag from a pile on a nearby shelf. His pale eyes were shimmering as he handed it to me and watched as I attempted to clean myself up. I smiled back at him, still recovering my breath from his pounding.

“It was good for me too.” I replied, returning the towel to him and gathering my strewn clothing from the garage floor.

“Just good?” He looked crestfallen and I had to laugh. For a grown man, his ego sure was fraile. I didn’t answer, just got dressed and moved to stand by the button to his garage door, waiting for him to finish dressing and let me out. He came to stand beside me, but before he pressed it he kissed me roughly one more time and reached down, grabbing my cunt through my pants and pushing his fingers against the hole that he’d just owned.

“I don’t know if I’m done with you, Teddy.” He growled in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I pushed his hand away and then hit the button myself. watching the door creek open, I stood on my toes to kiss him once on his stubbled cheek.

“Well, you know where I live” I whispered in his ear, and then I hurried out of the garage, back around the house and through the door to my apartment. I entered quietly, checked that Ian was still asleep, and then jumped directly in the shower.

I don’t know what’s going on with me. I think this quarantine is making me crazy. I’m still feeling sore from this morning and but I had to stop writing this multiple times so I could fuck myself, and I am still worked up over it. Making this habitual would be so easy, but so bad for both of us. He said he wasn’t done with me. I know if I go out again tomorrow morning around the same time he’ll be there, smoking and waiting for me. Thinking about it is turning me on again. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t think I’m done with him either.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fy4712/update_ran_into_my_f_neighbour_m_outside_and_he