My phone buzzed. It was a private message on Facebook from a neighbor of mine that I’d never met. In fact, I only knew she was a neighbor of mine because I’d seen her name on packages in the mail room.
“Hello!” She wrote. “I am so sorry. I have opened your package by mistake. Are you home? Can I come up and deliver it?”
“Hahah, sure! I’m home.”
A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. She was an older woman. Italian. Beautiful. In her broken English, she explained that she was so excited for her delivery that she grabbed the first package she saw from Amazon without even checking.
“That’s totally fine,” I said. “I’m sure it happens all the time.”
She was snooping. Trying to come into my apartment. I wasn’t sure why. Did she just want to take a look around? Was she trying to hang out? It was late, I thought. And I barely knew her. So I just kept the conversation in the doorway, thanking her again for dropping it off.
“No problem,” she said, lingering. “Well … have a good night, I guess.”
“You too,” I said.
I closed the door.
Two weeks later, she messaged me again.
“Hello,” she wrote. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I’m out of town and expecting a package. It’s rather large. Some artwork. I would hate for it to sit downstairs for an entire week while I am away. I can pay you … would you mind holding it for me?”
“Sure, but you don’t have to pay me,” I said. “I’m happy to help!”
“Wonderful!” She wrote back. “You are terrific!”
I smirked. She was sexy. If I had to guess, I’d say she was probably in her late 50s or early 60s, but looked youthful and young enough to convince some folks she was in her 40s.
When she finally came home, I got a text from her asking if she could swing by and pick up the package. This time … I was intrigued. I remembered how she lingered the first time. This time, I was going to invite her in. See where things went. If anywhere.
“Come on up!” I said in response.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door.
“Hey,” I said. “Come on in.”
She stepped into my apartment, taking a look around. Her package was leaning against the wall.
“Can I getcha’ something to drink?” I asked.
“Oh, no, no. I’m fine. But thank you.”
I gave her the “small apartment” tour – pointing to each room from the foyer.
“Kitchen, living room, dining room, bathroom, bedroom,” I said.
“Thorough tour,” she said, touching my arm. “Oh,” she whispered. “Very strong.”
I smiled.
“You go to the gym, yes?”
“Yes,” I said.
“How often?”
“Five days a week,” I said.
“I bet you could manhandle me …” she said, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Only one way to find out,” I said.
We shared a laugh. And then paused awkwardly. And then, we lunged into each other, kissing passionately as I hoisted her into the air. She wrapped her legs around me. I spun around and carried her into the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed. I crawled on top of her. I pulled her top off. I pulled her bra off. For an older woman, she had fantastic tits. I shook my head in awe of her beauty.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whispered.
She reached forward and undid my belt, button, and zipper. She pulled them down. I stepped out of my pants. I removed hers. She was wearing a lacy red thong. My cock throbbed.
She inched to the edge of the bed and lowered herself to her knees. She put her hands on my hips and looked up at me. She smiled. I nodded. She shimmied my boxer briefs down. Slowly. Savoring every moment until, finally, my cock sprang forth.
She gasped.
“Wow,” she whispered. “So nice. Your cock. Can I suck on it?”
I nodded.
She opened her mouth and took me in. Slowly. I groaned as she spat and stroked my cock.
“Take me deep,” I whispered.
She nodded and then, with ease, proceeded to deep throat my entire cock. I tensed up as I felt the back of her throat. Saliva dripped out of her mouth and down her chin. She slurped and sucked, faster and faster, taking every inch of me into her mouth and then withdrawing quickly as trails of saliva dangled from the tip of my cock to her tongue.
“Mmm,” she groaned. “Fuck my mouth. Please?”
I put my hands on either side of her temples and held her head firmly in place as I began to pump my cock down her throat harder and harder. She wretched. Gagging. A puddle of saliva flowed out of her mouth and onto my cock and then dripped onto the floor.
I picked her up and shoved her onto the bed. I pulled her panties off and threw them across the room. I spread her legs. I got onto my knees. She nodded. She was already wet and I had barely done anything. I sucked her nipples. I kissed her stomach. I ran my tongue up and down her inner thighs. She moaned as I pushed two fingers into her cunt.
“Ohhhh,” she whispered as I pumped my fingers in and out. She was sopping wet. I pulled my fingers from her cunt and pushed them into her mouth. She licked them clean as I went down on her, licking her clit, running my tongue over it as fast as I could.
“Yessss,” she moaned. “Put your fingers back inside of me.”
I shoved my fingers in and did the ‘come hither’ motion as fast as I could while tonguing her pussy. She howled with delight. She writhed, squirming around in the bed, moaning faster and faster until she came.
“Wow,” she whispered.
I stood and pushed my cock into her pussy.
“How do I feel?” She asked.
“Incredible,” I grunted. “You’re so tight.”
“Mmm, yes. I know. So tight for you.”
I pounded, fucking her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. I grabbed her hand and pressed it against her clit. She began to masturbate. I hoisted her legs over my shoulders, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her.
“FUCK!” She grunted. “You are deep! SO DEEP!”
I pumped, slamming into her. She rubbed her clit. The closer she got to cumming, the tighter her cunt became.
“Plleeeeease,” she moaned. “I am so close.”
“Your! Pussy! Is! Amazing!” I shouted.
“Cum into me!” She screamed. “Fill my pussy!”
I picked up the pace, ramming harder and faster. Her pussy was creamy. Dripping. My cock was soaking wet.
“I can feel you. You throb.”
I nodded. My cock was, in fact, throbbing. I was so close. I was going to nut inside of her.
“I’m cumming!” She moaned. “Cum with me! Please cum with meeee!”
Just as her entire body tightened, I exploded inside of her, dumping a massive load of sperm inside of her. I trembled as I emptied myself. I could feel her body trembling.
“Yesss,” she moaned. “You’re cumming still. So powerful. So strong.”
My cock throbbed, pulsing inside of her, until I was entirely empty. I pulled myself from her and stood back, taking in the entire scene. She moaned as she rubbed her clit slowly. My cock continued to throb. She dug her fingers inside of herself, scooping out my cum.
“Such a big load,” she whispered as she licked her fingers clean. “Such a big load.”
She dug inside of herself, scooping out more and more of my cum, licking it from her fingers as I watched. I was in awe.
“Well,” she whispered as she stood up and began to collect her clothes.
“Well, indeed,” I said, laughing. “You came for your package and got so much more.”
“But also … exactly what I needed. Perhaps I will have all of my packages sent to you.”
She kissed me on the lips as she dressed, took her package, wished me a good night, and left.
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It looks more like a tattoo machine I think she’s getting pussy paint not pleasure
I wish I had a neighbor like that. Super hot story. ??