After months of flirting the divorcee down the hall invited me (28)[F] in for wine.

I live in a nice apartment complex in LA Jolla with semi-outdoor halls since the weather’s usually fair.

I have a cute neighbor who’s a few doors down and is a charming guy in his late 40s. Occasionally I’d see him with a woman who I assume was his wife. I’d wave hi when I’d see him or have some small talk, the occasional conversation, nothing more.

But for a little while now, she hasn’t been around. And his hellos have been accompanied by compliments and even light flirting.

I got hit with COVID after avoiding it, but I’m finally okay to run again. I ran into him returning from my trial run (my lungs still need recovery time). He said he wished he had my dedication to working out.

I laugh and tell him I need to after being in my room for a week, plus it’s all about keeping my ass looking okay. And give him a little turn of my hips to show him. He blushed a little and says I’m doing a good job. I invite him to come on a jog with me sometime. My lungs aren’t fully back, so I’ll be taking breaks for once lol. He laughs and says the most working out he does nowadays is walk to the wine fridge and back to the couch.

He jokingly invited me to join his workout sometime. He seemed a little lonely, and he’s a bit of a silver fox, so I said sure. Just let me know when and I’ll come over.

I could see the shock in his eyes, and he quickly pivoted, saying he was picking up a nice bottle later and would love some company. I tell him I’ll knock on his door around 8. He has a big dopey smile and says he’s looking forward to it. I flash a smile and say me too.

I dressed up casually but with intentions. A form-fitting burgundy bodysuit, black shorts, a gray knit sweater, and a thin black choker. Guys like my stomach, my long legs, and my big ass, but my boobs don’t often get attention, so I might have gone braless. It wasn’t excessive. The material and cut just accentuated them a little bit.

I walk over and knock on his door at 8 pm sharp. He opens it with a smile and greets me with a “Wow. You look amazing.” I blush a little and thank him. I was playing a little innocent and coy.

He invites me in. His apartment is spotless. It’s obvious he keeps it tidy. I compliment his place and say my roommate isn’t nearly as neat. He’s always leaving a mess.

He offers me a seat at the kitchen island, and we start talking, and the wine starts flowing. Work, fitness, outdoors, and finally, I asked about his wife. She left shortly after the quarantine. They just couldn’t do it anymore. They’d been drifting apart for years, and quarantine made them realize just how far they’d gotten. The poor guy was still bummed by it, but he was also reasonable about it all. So I ask him about dating life. He kind of dismisses it and says getting back into dating has been a bit of a mess. We spiel about dating apps and some bad dates we’ve gone on.

I tease him, “and ask if I’m his first date since the separation?”

He’s blushing and says he guesses so.

I tell him I like to take walks on dates, so I suggest we go for a little walk, and he shows me around the apartment. I get up from my chair and get a good stretch, and I can tell he’s staring at my body.

He walks me through the apartment, and in his room, he has what I can only describe as a sex couch. A large round loveseat, perfect for two people to sit and lounge together.

I call attention to it, and he’s a little shy at first. I say let’s sit. It looks comfortable. I take his hand and lead him over. I half hazardously plop into the seat. It’s very comfortable, like a big round chaise lounge, half seated and half lying. Perfect for relaxing and watching TV. But there’s no TV in the room. He climbs in next to me and gets comfortable. And I’m teasing, trying to get an answer out of him. He finally laments and says it was supposed to be used for sex and intimacy.

I feign a gasp and ask if this is where he takes all his first dates. He laughs and says no, he’s more of a kiss-on-the-first-date type of guy.

That’s my cue to make a move. We kiss. Small at first, but suddenly he’s overcome with lust and kisses me deeply. My hands are wandering around his body. He’s a little big, with broad shoulders, you can tell he used to keep in shape, but he’s softened up over the years. His hands go from my waist to my hips, and finally, as he’s built up confidence, he grips my ass as I straddle one of his legs. His fingers glide down my thighs, then back up to my ass, lightly tickling me.

My hand gets between his legs over his pants. I undo his belt and zipper, and he stops me.

He asks if I’m sure. I’ve had wine, and we can stop. I assure him I know what I want. I ask him back if he’s okay. Because he seemed nervous. To my surprise, he says just that. He’s nervous. He hasn’t been with someone in a while, much less someone as beautiful or young as me. So he’s excited but also a little intimidated. Lol, I laugh at the last bit.

I tell him, how about this? I’ll play with you. Don’t worry about me. We’ll just focus on you, and maybe we could try something else next time you’re more comfortable. I give him my sweetest smile, and he’s convinced.

I give him a quick kiss. I told him to get his clothes off. He unbuttoned his shirt, took off his pants, slid down his underwear then laid back. I took in the sight of him. Big hairy dad bod, big thighs, and an excited smile.

I let him watch as I took off my shorts.

“I’ve been looking at your ass for years, and it’s somehow nicer than I ever imagined.”

I laughed and plopped down between his legs.

I finally get my hands on his hard cock. Lengthwise he was maybe slightly above average. But girth-wise, he was mouthwateringly thick with a slight upward curve and a fat head begging for attention.

His legs were thick and strong, and I ran my hands all over him. I kissed his inner thighs gently before wrapping one hand around him. My fingers could barely touch. I tell him he’s crazy thick. “Is that okay?” “Oh, definitely.” My words muffled as I slid my lips over it. I’m licking and sucking all along the length of him.

He mutters, ” Oh Jesus, ” and Peter rolls his head back as I rest his dick on my tongue and slowly begin sucking on the tip.

I arch my back, accentuate my ass, and give him a playful wiggle before swirling my tongue around the mouthful that is the head of his dick, slowly working my hand up and down. He groans, gently moves my hair out of the way for a better view, and rests his hand on the side of my head as he thanks me and showers me with compliments and affection.

This encourages me to take him deep. I give his head a gentle kiss before sinking into it. My lips wrap around him tightly as his girth completely fills my mouth, and I slowly move up and down, trying to take him as deep as I can.

The room was filled with the sounds of my muffled moans, and the squelching of his fat cock filling my mouth followed my occasional gasps for breath and his groans of pleasure.

He finally gets his hands on my head, guiding me along his rail. I could feel my body suit rubbing against my pussy as I continued to suck Peter’s cock. As I rocked my body, it rubbed me more and more.

By now, he was covered in throat slime and really lubricated. I twisted my hand around his cock, thumbing at the sensitive area under the tip. My lips danced around from point to point, giving him small kisses. Peter couldn’t stop mumbling how incredible it felt. I watched his body react, tensing and relaxing with each movement of my hands. His eyes kept going from my face to my ass, so I gave another playful wiggle that only rubbed me again. We both gave little moans of pleasure.

I wanted him in my mouth again, so I started sucking on his thick cock. One hand kept twisting on his length, and the other I used to play with his balls. He moaned when my lips covered the head of his cock, locked around his length, then popped off with suction. 2 or 3 licks, then he was back in my mouth, only to pop him out again. Each time he let out a groan of pleasure, I knew he was getting close. If he wasn’t close to ready, I would have snapped off the body suit and hopped on lol

I decided his balls needed attention, so I started to work my way down. Halfway down, I sucked on the side of him, pressed my lips and tongue against him and his hips slowly pumped. He held me there, slowly pumped, and used my mouth to paint the sides of his cock. I cupped his balls as he kept me there, pumping his hips. He finally eased up, saying he was getting close.

I started stroking his cock and finally got to his balls. I took my time to lick my way down and soft suck while my hands gently rubbed up and down his girthy dick.

I sucked on the tip of his cock with my tongue. I was determined to finish him. As I sucked his dick, I looked him in the eyes. My tongue wrapped around his dick. “I’m cumming,” Peter murmured, his hands pulling my hair as he peered down at me. “Give it to me,” I whispered as I sucked my way up and down his entire length, eagerly expecting his release. His cock clenched, his hips rose, and the first orgasmic pulse rocketed directly into my mouth. I opened up, making sure to continue pleasing him with my tongue. As his dick poured cum onto itself, my cheek, and my mouth, I stroked him nonstop. I swallowed, but he kept pulsing all over himself and my hand stroking him. Ropes dangling over my hand. He relaxed and leaned back on the sofa, exhausted. I massaged his cock till no more cum remained. I licked it off my hands and then licked him clean, rubbing my tongue all over his cock. As he softened, I ran my tongue across his balls and softly rubbed them.

I gulp it all and smile at him, and he says, “Thank was incredible!” “You’re amazing.” I giggle and thank him. I told him I had a lot of fun too. We get cleaned up, and he asks if I want to stay and finish the bit of the last bottle that was left over. I said yeah, that sounds great.

We fill our glasses. He’s still glowing, complimenting me, and has a new energy about him. He tells me, “No offense, but I really didn’t expect that from you.” He explains whenever we talk, while I have been a little flirty and friendly, I definitely have a serious air about me, lol Hence some of the intimidation. (This is not the first I’ve heard it.) I laugh. I tell him I get that a lot, but I’m actually a bit of a slut. He absolutely loses it with laughter, apologizing because he wasn’t expecting me to say that. He tells me not to say that about myself. We’re both adults. We’re allowed to have fun. I agree, and we finish up our wine.

He takes me to the door, kisses my cheek, says he had a fantastic time and assures me he’ll keep this to himself. If I ever want to hang out, even just to talk, all I have to do is knock.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zds7jh/after_months_of_flirting_the_divorcee_down_the