I [M] fucked my neighbor [F]

I’m writing as if this was yesterday, when it actually happened years ago ……….

So I fucked my neighbor last night and again this morning. She’s sexy, petite and stunningly gorgeous. She’s also married, and I’d guess this is not the last time we get together.

A few days ago I saw my new neighbor Yumiko sitting on a bench near the garden in our apartment complex enjoying a sunny afternoon. She’d moved from Japan into the apartment below mine with her husband, Kenji. He worked a lot, traveled some, and when he was home, spent as much time drinking and arguing with his wife as enjoying her. I know because I could hear them well when I sat quietly on my deck in the early evenings. We chatted for a few minutes before I sat down and I asked how they were becoming accustomed to their new life in the US. Her English was good, and she hid any hint of marital discord from me in the conversation. Wanting to be a good neighbor, I asked if they’d like to go out and get pizza a few days out, thinking their social life might not be what they’d hoped for. Instead of accepting the invitation to go out, she asked if I knew how to make pizza, and yes, they’d like to come over to my apartment on Thursday. We set the time for 7 pm.

I heard the door knock and answered promptly to find just one guest, Yumiko. Thinking her husband would be along soon, I invited her in and learned she was soloing. It seems she overlooked that her husband was out of town on business and would not be joining. Odd that she would make a mistake like that, but my mind quickly thought about the opportunity in front of me. I’d prepared an appetizer with drinks, to be followed up with a salad and pizza choices for each of us to make our own small pie. We sat casually to have drinks and get acquainted, and it could not have been better, because while I liked her from the moment we’d met, I did not care for him.

After the first drink and appetizers were done, I we made the pizza, had our salads and another drink. As we progressed, the night was just what I’d hoped for. When we sat for dinner, she chose the close seat in the center, so we’d be sitting next to each other, as opposed to facing each other. Through dinner, I kept her drink fresh, and when dinner was done, she offered to wash the dishes. As she washed, I cleared the table and brought dishes to her. When the table was clear I approached her from behind and playfully wrapped my arms around her to add a second set of hands to the washing. She laughed a little and allowed me to put my hands on hers. I held her hands, stopping to inspect and twist the ring on her left hand, but only for a bit before she moved them away. She said they were in the way. I obliged by lightly holding her hips, intrigued by the size of my hands on her tiny waist. I had not fathomed just how petite she was. As she finished up, my hands roamed her hips, her stomach and I grazed her breasts and butt lightly, that is, until I got the first hint of a reaction.

Standing stoically, I sensed she wanted me to push her buttons, so I slid my left down down from her stomach to the fly on her white denim pants, lingering for a second before I went south to rub her crotch through her pants. She stood still but opened her legs just slightly. At the same time, I tweaked her nipples and nuzzled her neck. As I did she leaned back into me and let me continue probing her, pinching, nibbling, and the like. My fingers explored her curiously until I unbuttoned her pants and unzipped her. With that, my right hand slid down the back of her pants and I groped her ass checks through her panties, one, then the other, before I slid inside and reached down from behind to feel her ass and find her pussy. Her pussy-lips were moist and I played there hard, spreading her and finger-fucking her wet slit. As I did, she was quiet, but rocked her pelvis back and forth between my curious hands. What I then discovered shocked me the most. Not only had she set up our one on one, but she’d slipped her diaphragm in place, totally ready and down to fuck.

After a few hot, erotic minutes, she suggested serving the tea she brought to be eaten with some cookies she’d baked, and we settled on the couch to relax. The drapes had been open but I took a minute to close them for more privacy. We kept talking and laughing but the mood was set and I wasted little time pressing the pace. I wanted this hot little cheater to be naked so I could enjoy everything she had, but the game was going to be played her way I soon learned, and the pace was about to slow.

At this point, I think it’s fair to point out I’ve never cheated with anyone I’d dated, but several times I had hard, hot sex with married women, never really understanding what the dynamics were.

Yumiko sat still but did not protest as I pushed into her and we kissed lightly and I continued to get closer and held my hand to her cheek. She met me with a little passion and we continued to make out. As I wrapped my arms around her to draw her in, she lifted her arms in a protective way to remind me she had boundaries I needed to respect, and I thought to myself, “Really?” I asked her if she liked kissing, and got a yes. We kept it up, getting closer and closer, probing necks, cheeks, ears and using hands to caress. If I pressed my hands to her breasts, she’d protest and push back in a very seductive, teasing way, I think she acted this way so she could convince herself that because of the drinks, she’d been coerced, as opposed to giving herself away. Either way, I wanted to be sure. As we played, her right arm was pinned behind my back, and I had her left hand held in mine above her head. From this position, I pressed hard with my right hand, under her sweater unhooking her bra and tweaking her boobs and nipples. Back to her pants, I unbuttoned and unzipped and shoved my hand inside her panties again, this time from in front. Her movements affirmed her desire was the same as mine, and the coy, little game she’d put on was melting as her body heated up. Our kisses were now wet and sloppy tongue-fests.

I stroked inside her thighs, putting pressure on her pussy. Her breath halted and she was responding as I anticipated she would. She’d set this up and I was sure she wanted to follow-through, but she needed me to prod her. It did not take long before her sweater was off and bra on the floor. Momentum took her down to the cushions and with her legs apart I took my place on top and firmly between her thighs, continuing to kiss and caress her neck, cheeks and lips.

I saw no point in waiting any longer, so I stood up, offered my hand to lead her into my bedroom. Before we could get comfortable, I wanted to be naked with her so we could pick up our pace. Our clothes were off in no time and I lifted her up and onto the bed, lights off, curtains open. Light music could be heard from the living room. I settled in again between her legs, my hard cock sliding against her hairy pussy, up and down, teasing me as much as her. We stayed in this position for a while before I slid down to kiss her breasts, make her nipples come to life, and lick her pussy. She was small and easy to explore and I took the time to make her climax. I knew she was ready when she politely pushed me onto my back and straddled me.

My favorite part of first time sex is when my cock first probes and then finds its way into a woman’s waiting pussy. It’s something I’m sure I’ll never tire of, and with Yumiko I was especially excited – because of her beauty and the way she set me up. She mounted me and I pulled her head down so we could stay close and kiss. After a minute, she reached between her legs, grabbed me and pushed her pussy down hard onto me, asking me to fuck her as she pushed herself on top of me. We fucked slow like this and got into a rhythm that pushed me deep into her. I held her hips and played with her hard nipples as we fucked. She told me to go slow because she was not used to my size, as Kenji was the only man she’d been with since they married. I was surprised at her openness, since I’d have guessed she would be reserved, shy and embarrassed by the way she’d given herself away. We fucked like this until she came and soon after, I popped my load into her protected pussy.

Half-drunk and blissfully we dozed, with her spread out half on top of me and my hands still roaming her ass, back, sides and between her legs. I fingered her wet pussy, sucked on her nipples and we both delighted in the laziness of the evening. Around 11:00 she got up, I figured, to gather her clothes and go home, but she asked if she could look in my closet. She was comfortable with me and at home in my apartment. When I said yes, she grabbed a couple things and went to the bathroom. She returned with a freshly laundered dress shirt, half-buttoned and held in place with my only tie secure around her waist. Sexy looked a bit rumpled, but more gorgeous than when she first arrived.

I asked if she wanted to do anything in particular and she asked me to watch the news with her in the living room. Seems she wanted someone to explain to her what was happening in this new place she’d moved to. We watched the news and Letterman and I invited her to stay the night, which she did. Next morning we fucked again, harder and with me on top. It’s apparent this delicate little flower has a powerful thirst she wants me to quench. When she left she told me her husband would be home Saturday afternoon and that his business trips to LA were scheduled every two weeks, Wednesday through Saturday. She asked if we could watch the news again tonight.

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