My neighbor Claire part 2 20[M] 20[F]

After the events of [part 1,](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mktgt4/catching_my_neighbor_claire_fingering_herself/) surprisingly enough, not very much noteworthy happened for a week or two. The leaves turned yellow, my chem homework sucked, and Claire and I continued to spend most of our time on our respective balconies.

The first cold front in October hit, and though during the day it was still just warm enough for the balcony to be nice, it served as a reminder that we may not enjoy our time on the balcony as much as the fall progressed.

I looked up from my laptop. “Hey Claire”

She turned to look at me. “What’s up?”

I paused for a few seconds. “I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you. Since it’s getting colder, I figure we won’t want to be on the balcony pretty soon. I just wanted to let you know, like, if you ever want to hang out, feel free to come over. You know, you can just bring your homework and do it here. I’ll enjoy the company.”

She smiled. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”

The next afternoon, I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to see Claire wearing a low-cut green sweater and tight form-fitting jeans.

“Well hello! Thanks for coming by!” I said.

Claire gave me a lingering hug then tossed my hair playfully. “I’ve got something I need to read, so I figured I’d come here and read on your couch.”

“By all means!”

For the next couple of hours, I played a video game while she read next to me. Every few minutes, she would casually shift to sit a little bit closer. After a short while, her leg was pressed right up against mine, and she was leaning against my shoulder.

Gentle reader, you may wonder “Here is a woman you *clearly* have a crush on. She fingered herself where she knew you might see her. She heavily implied that she thinks about you while touching herself. And now she’s here in your apartment, pressed up against you. Is there anything that can get you to take a hint?”

And my answer to that is “apparently, no.”

After a while, she put her book down. She turned to lie on the couch with her back against my side. When I looked over, I realized I could see an amazing distance underneath her sweater. She was not wearing anything underneath.

Out of the blue, she hits me with a “Have you ever thought about me while jacking off?”

I closed my laptop “Uhh, well … I plead the fifth.”

She laughed, then after a couple seconds, “Well, people only say that when the answer is yes. So when you were masturbating to the thought of me –”

I cut in. “*Allegedly* masturbating to the thought of you.”

She flicked the side of my head playfully, sitting up to look at me. “Ok, fine.” She rolled her eyes. “When you were *allegedly* masturbating to the thought of me, what was I doing?”

“Well, sometimes, you’re pushing me down between your legs, and holding my face against your pussy. Sometimes, you’re lying on your back begging me to fuck you. Most of the time you’re staring up at me with your mouth on my penis.”

She leaned forward until I could feel her breath on my face. Her tone shifted, speaking more softly now. “You’ve jacked off to me multiple times?”

I didn’t bother answering. Instead, I closed the final inches between my lips and hers. Her mouth opened and our tongues pushed against each other as though wrestling. She slid her leg across mine until she was straddling me, her knees on the couch, her soft ass resting on my thighs. I slid my hands up her waist somewhat shakily, until I stopped just shy of her breasts.

I could hear the pounding of my heart as the blood rushed through my ears. Something about the way she was kissing me. It was determined, emphatic. She moved her hands over mine and guided them upward to cup her boobs. For some reason, this gesture washed my wired nerves away as though a dam had burst. She put her hands back at my side, balling her fists around my shirt

I can’t tell you how long we stayed like that, because I don’t know. The part of my brain that tells time had stopped working. Eventually, she sat back, moving her right hand through my hair and looking into my eyes.

“Are you hard right now?” She asked.

“I dunno. I suppose you should check.” I said, grinning.

She bit her lip, then lowered her left hand to my pants, feeling around the outline of my dick.

“Feels pretty hard, but it’s difficult to tell through those jeans.”

I laughed. She knelt on the ground in front of the couch. She put her hands around my belt buckle to release it, then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants without breaking eye contact. Her hands slid under the waistband. “Lift up” she said. I stood half-way up, still leaning on the couch back, and she pulled my jeans down to my ankles, leaving my underwear.

She ran her fingers over the front of my underwear, and around my penis. Her eyes left mine to take in the sight.

“This hard dick is the best compliment I’ve gotten all day.” She said, looking back into my eyes.

“Well that can’t stand! Claire, you are smart and kind, and I’m always a little bit happier whenever I get to talk to you.”

She blushed. “Oh thank you”

She stood up and kissed me again, sliding her hand underneath my underwear to slowly stroke my cock. After a few seconds, she knelt on the ground again, and pulled my underwear and jeans all the way off.

She reached one hand under my balls, and moved her hand gently, letting my balls roll from side to side. She traced her tongue up the underside of my penis, then lingered at the frenulum (where the shaft meets the head). She kissed the tip. Her lips moved over the head, then her tongue toyed with my frenulum while she sucked on the head.

The sensation was exquisite, and my hips involuntarily shifted up. She placed her free hand on my hip bone, and pushed me back down to the couch. She moved her lips a little lower over my cock, and started to move up and down.

At this point, her hair kept sliding down towards my dick, and getting in her way. I gathered her hair up, and held it back behind her head. She pulled up.

“You can hold my hair back, but please don’t push me down on your dick. I have a really strong gag reflex.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She got back to work, looking at my eyes as she gently tugged at my balls, and twisted her hand around the base of my cock as her mouth worked the tip.

“Hey Claire,” I said after a few seconds. “Usually, when I’m fantasizing about you, you aren’t wearing any clothing.” She leaned back and laughed. She gave my dick a few more short strokes, then stood up and lifted her sweater over her head. Her boobs bounced a little as they fell out, and I was transfixed. While I may not have ever met Neil Armstrong, I can guarantee you he would have much preferred to land on her tits instead of the moon.

“Oh my god. Claire you are so unbelievably sexy.” I stood up and kissed her, then I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her up, turning so that her back was to the couch. I broke the kiss, and knelt down to pull her jeans and panties off. Her shaved pussy was glistening with moisture, and I licked along her vulva to taste it. I pushed on her hips until she sat back down on the couch, then nudged her knees with the backs of my hands. She spread her legs to give me access.

“I haven’t done this before, so if you want me to change something to make it feel better, just let me know.” I said. I ran two fingers over the folds of her labia, enjoying the way it felt to move them around. With my thumbs, I held her labia apart, and licked from the base her vagina to the top of her vulva. I saw a fold near the top, which I figured must be her clit. I planted my lips around it, then began to suck gently.

I heard her moan softly, and she looped my hair through her hands, holding me in place gently.

“Can you put your fingers in me?” She asked after a little while. I was all to happy to comply. I pushed to fingers into her pussy, and felt around the walls.

After a few minutes, her moans got louder. “Ah … AH … I’m cumming OHHhh” her legs spasmed and her hips bucked, and I felt her pussy tighten in short pulses around my fingers. Her hands balled up in my hair, pulling it a little bit uncomfortably, and with all the movement, I found it difficult to keep my mouth positioned over her clit. I kept moving my fingers inside her, and managed to occasionally lick on her clit.

“stop stop stop, it’s sensitive” she said after a few seconds. I sat back up on the couch next to her, and she put her legs over my lap and her head on my shoulder, catching her breath. “Do you have any condoms here?” She asked. I shook my head. “Bummer.” She moved her hand to my dick, then, realizing it was dry now, she spat in her hand, then wrapped it around my dick, twisting to spread the moisture around. She stroked hard and fast while we made out. After a couple of minutes, I was very close.

“Oh shit. Oh my god.” I said, breathlessly. My cum spurted out over her legs and onto the floor

“Yes baby cum for me.” She said, grabbing the far side of my neck with her spare hand.

I wrapped my arms around her, catching my breath. We laid there on our sides for the next few minutes, talking quietly.

“Mmm. I should probably clean all this cum off.” She said. She stood up and walked to my kitchen, grabbing a couple of paper towels.

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To be continued …

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mpk71l/my_neighbor_claire_part_2_20m_20f