Neighbor invited [m]e over to the fire pit, fortunately I showed up a little late…

She was the freshman dorm idol. I felt like the not-so-cool kid but trying to be. I had no cool, no smooth, nothing to trade. She had no reason to look my direction. At least until a few years later…

*ding* went my messenger. “Hey, I’m not sure if you remember me, but I hung around your freshman dorm! I think I live in your area now!” How could i possibly forget – she was every freshman male’s fantasy – beautiful, sexy, long legs, great attitude, and could drink you under the table. Unfortunately she was always dating a different guy on our hall which meant she was unavailable, but at least we got to see her on a regular basis.

Fast forward almost 20 years to St Patrick’s day, we had casually chatted only a few times since college. I was at a block party at an Irish bar talking to people In the parking lot when all of a sudden we make eye contact. I could not believe my eyes, she hasn’t changed a bit. In fact, motherhood has been good to her. Were her breasts always that large? The dress she was wearing was quite flattering, as evidenced by everybody staring. She gave me one of the best hugs I’ve had in forever. I gave her a bulge in return. Did she notice?? Surely she couldn’t have missed it.

As soon as I get home I realized I had another message from her. “Great to see you, let’s get together, don’t be a stranger…”. We chatted back and forth a few months until one day she asks me about a house for sale in my neighborhood. She’s separated now and shopping around. I had to contain myself and avoid buying the house for her outright. She eventually moved in and we continue to flirt online but rarely have the chance to actually connect. Until that one day…

When I was leaving the bar with some friends I noticed I had a message from her. “Fire pit and beers, come on by!” Since it was a few hours old I assumed she was in bed by now. Surprisingly she answered almost immediately. Everybody had left but I was welcome to come by for a bit. When I got closer, she messaged again to say she was fading fast from the alcohol. She suggested I just come around the back and let myself in. Having never been here I felt a little awkward, but figured “what the hell”.

When I came in the back door, the lights were really dim. I struggled to see any thing and didn’t want to wake her if she was asleep. I finally spotted her laying on the couch – eyes closed, head propped up on one of her arms, her legs gently folded on top of each other. I first noticed the dress – it looked soft and lightweight, and it perfectly hugged he tight curves. The straps were thin and loose. And then I noticed her nipple had slipped out. I couldn’t stop staring. I licked my lips as I whispered her name. She softly moaned and barely opened her eyes, but she reached out for my hand and pulled me down to the couch, forcing me to rest my hand on her upper thigh.

I couldn’t hold back any more. 20+ years of waiting. Next thing I know her nipple is in my mouth as I realize she has reached her own hand under her dress. My hand followed and soon I found the lack of underwear. She was soft, warm, and hair free. I felt her grow continuously wetter as we both touched her, my other hand and mouth now further exploring her amazing breasts and nipples. She’s now moaning so much louder as she begins to stroke my rock hard clock through my shorts, quickly pulling it out and wrapping her hand around it. She then said what every guy longs to hear, “oh fuck it’s so big!” as her lips close around the head.

Her feet are now up on the couch, legs up and bent. I laid back while she starts taking me deeper into her mouth. At that point I realize I’m perfectly lined up, and I now find my head buried between her thighs, smelling how delicious she is. My tongue instantly finds its way inside her while my thumb presses against clit. She is now moaning heavily, pausing on my cock to enjoy the moment. In an instant she begins to convulse and writhe in enjoyment, pulling me closer as she has the most intense orgasm all over my face.

When she’s finally done shaking, she pulls me up to give me a hard kiss and to taste herself all over my lips. “Why did this take so long,“ she asks. To which I awkwardly respond “welcome to the neighborhood.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rvsp5u/neighbor_invited_me_over_to_the_fire_pit