Banging my hot neighbor
Hi to all the readers of ISS, this is Alex, sorry guys I was not writing for a long time. But here I’m back with a very hot and bold encounter of mine…Well as I had moved into the heart of city nearby Mehdipatnam. On one particular day, a real scorcher, I was hanging out on the terrace. There were a group of women hanging in a loose circle, chatting away on the other terrace. The women were older than me, mostly in their late thirties and older forties, a group of bored housewives passing the time. One woman in the group caught me eye, as she had from the moment I first saw her. Her name was Rita, as she insisted the day I met her, Rita. Very, very attractive woman. She was around 40, 15 years my senior, about five-three, petite, very pretty. She had short black hair and striking eyes. Small breasts, but firm, and very nice legs. She and her husband lived there; I saw them from time to time, coming home from work. I knew she lusted for me, her body language screamed it during those brief encounters. Her husband was a total shit. I might be an arrogant prick, but he was mean, stupid, and nasty. I barely knew them and he talked to her like she was his dog. I was looking forward to hanging horns on him. The second I saw her I knew I had to have her. I took my time, there was no rush, I had plenty of action lined up and I could be patient and savor that moment when I would enjoy this sweet little treat. That moment was now, I decided. She was wearing a white sari, much too conservative for her still-ripe body, sitting on a chair in her balcony. I stared at her through my sunglasses, not caring if she noticed. She did, looking over at me from time to time, checking me out, and seeing that I was checking her out. Her neck flushed red. Yes, this wasn’t going to be a problem at all. I got up moved to her flat and rang the bell. She was alone in her apartment, and after seeing me she was surprised. Her body language was quite positive for me and me as very desperate to begin the action. She welcomed me in her house and asked me to sit on the sofa. I took my seat and loosened my pajama while sitting and said straight on her face that “I want to fuck you”. She was surprised to hear this I grabbed her into my arms and planted a hot and very wet kiss on her lips, and began massaging her butts. I pulled up her sari and I saw her wet cunt. In her love hole I inserted my finger and examined it. She was hairy over there. I held out my hand. “We’ll go to my house. I’ll shave you.” She couldn’t think of what to say, she was in shock. I didn’t want her to think. “Rita, come with me.” I took the limp hand she offered and slipped my arm around her waist. I took her bag and carried it for her, making sure my hands never lost contact with her. A simple touch on the cheek, or the arm, can break down resistance faster than all the sweet talk in the world. The second I pulled her close and our hips touched the die was cast. I was going to be inside this woman within the hour. Nothing short of a hydrogen bomb could stop that now. It was only a minute or so walk to my house. We had to be careful; it wouldn’t do to have the neighbors see her go in with me. Once inside I took her up to bedroom. “I’ll get a fresh razor and some cream,” I said. When I came back she was sitting on the edge of the bed. “I don’t think we should be doing this. It’s wrong, it’s crazy.” “Why?” I asked. “I did this all the time for a girl I dated in college.” “We aren’t dating. I’m married.” “I’m just going to shave you. And then you can go.” “Nothing else will happen?” “Of course not.” She believed me because she wanted to believe me. Or, rather, she couldn’t believe that her fantasy was coming true. This sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life, sexy young hunks asking married women if he can shave her pussy. She probably believed that as she took her sari off and stood naked before me. My instincts were spot on-she was delicious. The brown nipples that tipped her small breasts were already hard. She had nice, slim hips and her smooth legs were toned and sexy as hell. Her thatch was a bit thick; she really should have been trimming it. But she probably didn’t care, since her shit husband was the only one who saw it. I would address the issue right now. “In the bed with you,” I said. “Get nice and wet.” She obeyed like a robot. Maybe now she was starting to realize that the situation was out of hand, that she was so compromised now that letting me fuck her wouldn’t be such a betrayal after all. She sat on a small seat near the bed and I sat in front of her. I lifted her up by her hips until her vulva right in my face. “Is the water too hot?” I asked. “No, it feels wonderful.” “Good.” I sprayed a thick ball of foam into my hand and, without preamble, began lathering up her snatch. She arched her back and groaned as I thoroughly coated her with the rich cream. “That feels good, that feels so good,” she whimpered. “I know, I’m sorry, this won’t take long.” When she was ready I brought out the razor and began scraping away her pubic hair. It was hard going in places, but I worked slowly, using my fingers to spread her lips to get every hair around the delicate folds. Every time I touched her pussy she writhed and gasped and moaned. “Be still!” I hissed. “I can’t!” she groaned. I diddled her clit and she shook all over. “Rita, stop that.” I said sternly. “Then don’t touch me there!” I inserted my middle finger deep inside her. “Where?” I asked, innocent now. “Uh, uh!” she gasped as I curled my finger and rubbed her G-spot. “Inside me! Don’t touch me there! I can’t bear it!” I withdrew my finger and started playing with her clitoris again. Her hips gyrated again; she grabbed my hand and pushed it away. I let her, since we were already well past the point of no return.