My country instated a law that an isolation period of two weeks was mandatory for everyone returning from abroad. I returned home from a work trip eight hours before these rules took effect. So under these circumstances, I would not have had to go into quarantine, my boss didn’t want to get Corona and sent me home anyway, telling me to stay isolated. (I get it, I would’ve done the same in his stead, though now I know I didn’t have Corona).
That was almost two weeks before the general lock-down for my country went into effect and everyone, who wasn’t essential for keeping the country running and its people alive had to stay home. So for my isolated, old ass being cooped up like a chicken was lasting two weeks longer than for most everyone else.
So being self-isolated upon returning home and being paid for staying home on my couch seemed like a sweet deal at first. But then Corona became even bigger of a thing and the lock-down/ quarantine rules were extended. So I smoothly progressed from self-isolation to lock-down and from being deadly bored to being depressed about it.
After almost two weeks with no symptoms and alone at home the thought of up to another six months of this was hard. Because the worst estimates in the news back then talked about necessitating lock-down until September. (In reality, the government here has been relaxing lock-down rules for the last four weeks.) And any form of personal contact was limited to the people you lived with.
I think I would have gone crazy alone in my apartment if I’d been alone. My neighbor, Selene, isn’t from the city either. Selene is a college student 16 years my junior. And I don’t think in any normal circumstance something would’ve had ever happened between the two of us. To be honest I made myself a hypocrite because I used to frown on guys my age chasing college girls.
It started comparatively harmless. After watching NETFLIX and an unhealthy dose of being a couch-potato, Selene and I struck up multiple conversations while sitting on our respective balconies. After weeks of being stuck indoors alone, I was happy to talk to someone in person for longer than it took me to count out the change in the grocery line.
And Selene, who I had not known before, was in a similar boat. She was used to meeting her friends every day and having her time consumed by going out and college classes.
We broke lock-down after a few days and drank with each other in my living room. I don’t know if it was daddy issues the isolation or something else entirely, but we ended up kissing with more tongue involved than I remember from my last girlfriend during the duration of our whole relationship.
Selene ended up downright groping me and stroking me through my pants. I was feeling like a horny teenager again. Despite that I managed to take my time while peeling off her jacket and her top, revealing her plethora of tattoos.
It didn’t take long after I got a blowjob from Selene. She urged me to push her head roughly up and down my shaft. I was surprised I have to say. I always thought sex, like depicted in porn, is pure fabrication, but I guess growing up with so much ready access to porn on the internet has shifted the goalposts of what is normal. When I was Selene’s age neither the girls I slept with nor anyone I know had sex like this.
Selene liked it rougher than I was used too. I didn’t need more encouragement. I got out of my clothes and put my cock down her throat. I reciprocated the favor of oral. I for my part kept to what I knew.
I didn’t start with Selene’s clit. After I had peeled her out of the rest of her clothes, I started by working my way down from her belly towards her thighs. I worked my way inward from the belly and thighs. I massaged the area gently and kissed and licked my way towards her pussy lips and clit.
When I reached her most intimate parts I began sucking on her clit, while reaching up to her chest and played with her breasts. She moaned and enjoyed every second of it. Then I slid two fingers between her lower lips and continued to suck and lick on her clit.
Someone once said to me: “Try to keep the orgasm ratio at 2:1. Two for her and one for you. And no girl will ever be dissatisfied in bed with you.” No idea if he was right, but I try to stick to the advice and it has worked for me so far.
It took me a while but I made Selene come twice. I ignored my steel hard cock all the while, knowing what lay in store for me. But after I had made her climax once on my tongue and once on my fingers, Selene seemed primed for the main even so to speak and she said as much.
So without much preamble, I told her to get on all fours and fucked her Doggystyle. As I mention she likes it a little rough so I slapped her bare ass cheeks a few times until they were a titillating shade of red, each slap eliciting a yelp and a moan from Selene.
I decided to push my luck and began massaging her rear entrance. It had been a while since I had given anal, but I quite like it. So I decided why not test the water. And while Selene moaned and groaned and enjoyed my index playing with her there, she begged me not to fuck her in the ass.
So I kept railing Selene’s pussy and playing with my index around her rear entrance until she and I finished within a minute of each other. I maybe should’ve asked about protection beforehand but alcohol makes you stupid, so unloaded inside. To both our lucks we were both STD free and Selene was on the pill.
We kept hooking up all through lock-down. For now, I only know both of us to want to keep fucking each other. Either she’ll grow tired of me, or we’ll end up in a proper relationship. No idea where this is going, but I am resolved to enjoy the riding.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hbepe2/hookup_with_the_girl_next_door_mf
That is one hot story!!
You fucked an underaged girl?