I [F24] gave the good guy [M] next door relief from his virus struggles.

One of the sluttiest things I’ve ever done. I almost titled it “I stimulated his package,” but this is only my first post. The sky’s the limit here.

Before this whole quarantine started in our area, I broke up with my longterm bf, who turned into a giant sopping ass this previous year. And sexist. We’ll leave it at that. We just had the “end” fight, and I was royally pissed. I told him to pick his shit up tomorrow and leave me alone. (Going as planned so far)

I’m a live-in nanny for a well-off mid-30’s couple. My apartment is above their main house, accessed through the garage. That night, I wore a cute short skirt and light makeup around to cheer myself up even though I was staying home. My boss, who I’ve been chill with for years, was having a shmoozy Last Supper type cocktail party before the lockdown. I wanted to walk through the kitchen, turn some snobby rich heads maybe, and go back to my room to play some games.

On my adventure to get a glass of wine, I noticed the pool of thirsty old rich dudes had our next door neighbor, Dylan, and his dad, among it. Dylan and I briefly spoke a few times, usually never more than “happy holidays” and games that are coming out. He’s a sweet guy, quiet, respectful, in a good college, and I know he does a lot of charity/community work. Lofty aspirations, etc. He seemed so straight edge, prim and proper that I admittedly packaged him as the semi-dorky smart kid next door who’s going places. Not that he wasn’t also cute, but I never had any urges or temptations and he never outright expressed interest. Think Steve from Stranger Things, but without the charisma.

While I was down there, I felt him gaze over me and my tatted legs, wearing a bra-less tank top, my blonde hair newly colored with pink highlights. I made sure to pout my lips while pretending to read the wine bottle lol. I picked one up and brought it to my room after meeting Dylan’s eyes and exchanging light casual smiles. The kind of smile that made you think we would end the night with, at most, a conversation about how crazy the toilet paper thing is. **NOT** the kind of smile that told you I was going to have his hot cum all over my fingers.

My phone was flooded with insult texts from the ex. Still training for the cuntbag olympics, I see, and he’s got a shot to take gold this year. My wine went down, my games with friends sucked, and my mood sank. Venting to them helped a little, but I still couldn’t get over the fact that my ex basically transformed. Devolved. I still have trouble wrestling with it. The world’s going crazy, guys.

I browsed Twitter absentmindedly and saw one of those black and white passion sex GIFs of guy in a suit forcing a girl against the stove. I started touching myself but wasn’t even into *that* right now. I went downstairs to return the wine bottle hours later, and everyone was still deep in boring conversation. Dylan looked half asleep, but I overheard the topic. All of his plans for transferring colleges and his big overseas internship (Japan?) fell through because of the virus. Years of focus delayed or maybe even destroyed.

I blurted out “Oh my God, really?” because I honestly felt terrible. This guy didn’t deserve this shit luck. If I were him, I’d fuckin snap. I was ready to fight on his behalf or something, I just didn’t know who lol. After his father filled me in on some details, I offered the room refills since I was in the kitchen, but only Dylan answered, and insisted on doing it himself and joined me.

He silently poured his drink and I again said how sorry I was for him, but he downplayed it and said he’ll figure something out. I told him that I’d fight the assholes in charge, he just forced a laugh and said he appreciated it before trying to change the topic to my future. He said he hoped nothing went wrong in my world. Uhhhh no, not by comparison. I considered spewing out the details of my shitty new breakup, but I stopped myself and left a small silence. I didn’t want to open that door. Instead I opened the garage door leading to my stairs and told him to follow me.

I led him to the other side of my boss’ BMW and pushed him against the door. He made small murmurs trying to figure out what was going on, and I was afraid this would get awkward so I pressed myself against him and asked in the most direct but honeyed voice I could manage, “Will you let me suck your cock?” His eyes were frozen, glued to my cleavage and as soon as he nodded I kissed his neck and frantically undid his belt. I dropped to my knees and pulled down his boxers. Even though his long white undershirt still covered a lot of his waist, I buried myself in and kissed him up and down on each side slowly. He didn’t some monster, but it was clean and pleasant. This was my way of ensuring something good happened to someone good tonight.

I coated his dick with long slow licks before looking into his eyes and taking him in my mouth.

I could tell he didn’t know whether or not … to look? But he definitely wanted to. I bobbed my head on him faster and raced my hands up his shirt, gripping at his chest, then his waist, as I let out little moans. He was arching back over the car, so I inhaled his entire cock and started fondling my breasts while I let him sit in my throat, swirling my tongue around him.

He started saying “I’m gonna…” and I wanted to give him a lasting image. So, I pulled him out and jerked him off onto my lips and tits as he melted against the car door. My hand was covered as I slowed down. I laughed a little, stood up, wiped my face and told him “thanks” before heading back up.

I felt great knowing that the last cock in my mouth wasn’t my exes when he drove by tomorrow.

Dylan and I played games in Discord a few times since then, got a little more friendly, but are still acting like it never happened.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gfkgqh/i_f24_gave_the_good_guy_m_next_door_relief_from