Less than a week had gone by since that [first run in](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jkqfay/i_f_gave_my_super_fit_neighbor_m_a_blowjob_to/) with my neighbor Matt. Before I left his apartment, I wrote my number on the whiteboard hanging on his door. I started wondering if he would actually call.
I was laying on my back on the living room floor, listening to some music and stretching out my legs. My glutes were really sore from trying in vain to follow along with a YouTube spin class. *That shit is harder than it looks! Maybe I’ll stick to running.* I sit up and stare at the dark blue umbrella in the corner. *I’m obviously not returning the umbrella on purpose; Guys are so clueless*, I think to myself. I hear my phone vibrating and then the familiar tone signaling I just got a text message. It’s an unfamiliar number.
*”Hey, it’s Matt in 818B. Just checking in, did you make it home alright? You still have my umbrella btw…”* I make up some excuse to sound like I’ve been too busy to return it…even though we’re in the midst of a pandemic. I offer to make him dinner if he is willing to make the trek from his building to mine, a whole tenth of a mile. We make plans for Thursday night which gives me time to tidy up, both myself and my apartment. A girls apartment is never cleaner than when she is expecting to get fucked.
I’m not much of a cook, but I have like 5 dishes I can nail every time. Sweet and spicy bbq ribs? No one looks good while eating that. My grandmother’s lasagna? Too heavy. I want to keep it light…you know, just in case. Baked salmon with Greek yogurt sauce? Perfect. My apartment is clean, my sheets are fresh, and I have all the makings of a pretty fantastic dinner. I decide on some baby carrots, squash, and sweet potatoes that will be roasted with rosemary to pair nicely with the salmon.
Thursday rolls around, and I put on my favorite turquoise lingerie. I like wearing brighter underwear since I feel like black just makes me look pale. I have a nice surprise for him down below in case we round third base. I throw on tight shirt, but pair it with a cardigan and scarf. I don’t want to look too slutty, you know…just the right amount of slutty. I slice up some welsh cheddar and place it on the counter to nibble on. It goes really well with raspberry jalapeno jam and freshly baked baguette.
*Knock Knock Knock.* I open the door welcome Matt in to my smaller sized apartment. He’s got a bottle of white wine and is looking damn fine. He’s wearing a dark long sleeve henley with the sleeves pulled up. I take the bottle from him and can see the veins in his forearms, *sploosh*. “Dinner will be ready in like 15 minutes. Hope you like salmon.” I say to Matt as he takes a seat on the bar stool overlooking the kitchen. I open the wine and pour us both a glass. I’ll spare you all the details, but dinner was great. We had an amazing conversation and learned that he was in grad school getting his MBA. *Brains and Body? What a catch right?*
I asked google to put on some chill music and put it on low for some background noise. We grabbed our glasses of wine and got comfy on the couch. We mostly talked about how crazy 2020 has been and how we’ve been passing the time. We pop open a new bottle of wine and play two truths and a lie for a bit. He fails to guess my new hobby. I told him how I started aerial yoga for fun. “I am not good. Trust me, that’s not a sight you want to see” I say jokingly as Matt begs me for a demonstration.
“Well, speaking of sights, I mean, we’re kinda uneven on that front don’t you think?” Matt asks as he scoots closer to me, placing a hand on my knee.
I take one last drink of my wine and place the glass on the coffee table. “What? Uneven? What do you mean?” I ask playfully. “Well, the last time we were on a couch, things got a little…intense.” “Oh shut up” I reply back hitting him on the arm. “I mean, I was like full on naked, you know? You didn’t even have your top off!” Matt complains jokingly. I shrug, “Yea well, I’m a good girl” I flirt back. He laughs at the statement and I could only imagine what he was thinking: *Right, a good girl who sucked a guys cock the first time they met.*
“Fine. Fair is fair”, I say as grab a deck of cards from a drawer in the coffee table. “Strip poker.” I say confidently. *I don’t know why I picked that game, I barely even know how to play!* “Uh, you realize I have like a shirt, pants, and then I’m basically naked!?” Matt fires back. I start shuffling the deck, horribly. “So you don’t want to play, then?” My newfound opponent finishes off the last of his wine, “Bring it on.”
Lady luck is with me, or maybe its just my fashion sense?. I grin as Matt takes off his last sock and he’s left in only his boxer briefs. His body is just as muscular as I remember. Not bulky, like a lumberjack with a penchant for cardio. I *only* lost my cardigan, my scarf, my necklace, both socks, and my shirt, leaving me in my bra and jeans. “We’re literally back at the same exact situation as last time,” Matt says shaking his head with a grin, “this is so not fair.” “You know what, you’re totally right!” I start to say, “Because last time, only one of us got off.” I bite my lip and and put on my best sexy face. I guess it worked because Matt leans in finally kisses me. I can’t help my run my hands across his chest as we make out. I grab his hand and place it over my bra. He takes a firm squeeze and I’m dying to feel his hands on my bare breast.
Matt moves a single hand behind my back and unhooks my bra. Impressive. I slip my arms out and toss the bra on the floor. I once again grab his head and have him cup my breasts. His strong hands make feel so good against my bare skin, his fingers graze across my nipples whenever he squeezes, each time they get a bit harder. I can tell he wants to take a look, so I lay back down and motion for him to come to me. I can feel his eyes on my skin. He kisses my belly button, and makes his way to my nipples. I close my eyes and feel first his lips against me. His tongue swirls around and he sucks gently, while massaging my other breast. I run my my hands across his back and its as hard and toned as the rest of him. He moves up to me and we start to kiss again. His hands move down and he unbuttons my jeans. My zipper loosens and I feel his hand above my panties. I lift my butt and move my jeans down towards my thighs. He kneels and gets them the rest of the way off.
I can see how hard he’s become, the outline of his cock straining against his boxers. He lies back down on me, in between my legs. I can’t help myself and slip inside his boxers, stroking his cock, imagining what it would be like inside me. He starts kissing my neck as I feel his hand slip beneath my panties. He caresses my clit gently and I moan in his ear. A single finger ventures lower and he finds me well lubricated. He dribbles a bit himself as I stroke him. He runs his fingers along my opening, lubricating them in the process. He enters me slightly before running his fingers along my labia. I feel his hands pause and he stops nibbling on my ear as he finds the surprise I left for him earlier. “I’m sorry I whisper in his ear.”
“Is that?” Matt asks. “Yea. I just got it yesterday,” I reply apologetically. “We can still do other things if you want.” “It’s ok, I can still make you cum,” Matt affirms, giving me a peck on the lips. A big smile appears on my face, and I give him a few rapid kisses. *What a gentleman, I think to myself,* nodding in response to his offer. Matt repositions onto the long part of the chaise couch and sits with his legs spread apart. He motions for me to sit with my back against him in between his legs. I wasn’t really sure what we were doing, but followed his instructions nonetheless. I could feel his cock still rock against my lower back. I instinctively have my hands between my legs, waiting for what was next. He starts to massage my shoulders while kissing my neck. I lay my head back against him, relaxing and enjoying his touch. He spreads my legs apart so they’re next to his, and then moves his right hand underneath my underwear. A few fingers find themselves just barely inside me. His wet fingers find my clit, rubbing it gently. He starts to run circles around it and I grab his wrist as he starts to pleasure me.
Matt continues to kiss my neck, nibble on my ear, and caress my breasts while he rubs my clit. My hips start to grind into his hand, begging for more. I lift my head, looking for him, needing to feel his tongue against mine. “Oh fuck,” I moan as his fingers become more assertive. My left hand grabs onto the couch and squeezes hard as my body begins to radiate with pleasure. Every time his fingers run up against my hard clit, a wave of pure bliss comes over me and my hips thrust forward. My breathing hastens. I can feel myself dripping onto the couch. “Don’t stop,” I beg Matt. “Just like that.” Matt uses two fingers, orbiting my clit in a steady rhythm. I can feel my orgasm building, radiating. “Ahhh…Ahhh..Ahh.Ahh”, my cries of ecstasy are getting closer together as my climax approaches. He pulls me into him extra tight with his free hand, holding my body firmly against his. He maintains a steady pace and I start to lose control.
“I’m cumming,” I strain to get out in between breaths. “I’m cumm…” I start to say before my orgasm overwhelms me and my body succumbs to its most primal urges. I clench my teeth and grab hold onto him as my body convulses in ecstasy. Matt clamps down on my nipple with his fingers, and holds his palm against my clit and pussy, feeling my contractions get stronger as my orgasm peaks. I cum hard. My body is writhing against him trying to find an outlet for all the sensations taking over me, but Matt holds me tightly against him. “Good girl” Matt whispers into my ear. I start shaking as I can’t contain my own orgasm. “Holy shit” I mutter beneath my breath. My orgasm starts receding and I move his hands away from pussy. I need to close my legs and get a reprieve from his touch. I take a few deep breaths, running my hands along Matt’s strong thighs. “Oh, that was good.” Matt rubs his his hands along my stomach and breasts as he kisses me. We just lay there for a bit enjoying each other’s presence. “Your turn?” I ask him, as I move an arm behind my back to caress him over his boxers. I grip his shaft and stroke him. Matt takes my hand off his cock and gives it a kiss, like a princess. “That’s ok” he says as he starts to get up and get dressed. “Now we’re even.”
*What the hell? This guy has totally naked girl in front of him, and he is just going to leave?* “Even? What, are we keeping score now?” I say in a post orgasmic haze. I grab the throw blanket on the couch and wrap myself in it, laying back down. He leans over me and gives me a goodbye kiss. “Well you started it. Dinner was great. I guess next time we’ll both get to cum since the score is tied?” Matt replies with a grin. I can only nod in silence as I watched him grab his umbrella and leave my apartment. *Next time? Who says there’s gunna be a next time, I try to convince myself…*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jsmy3k/fm_my_super_fit_neighbor_vol2
I’m kinda confused. What was the surprise?