My Next-Door Neighbor

My name is Stephen, I'm 39 years old. It was exactly one year ago today that my old neighbor left to go to an assisted care facility. A young couple from the early 20s rented the empty unit. The woman was a friendly person who always said hello. The man never said anything and just walked past you without making eye contact.

I felt sorry for the young lady with his guy. They were both teachers. When I came home three months ago, one evening from work, all kinds of things were dragged out of the young couple's house. Downstairs was full of boxes. Maybe they were moving again?

But the next few days I only saw her, so I assumed they broke up or something had happened. One day she knocked on my door and introduced herself as Megan. Her unit was having issues; the lights weren't working her kitchen. I went with her and soon saw what was going on. The coffee maker had made a short circuit. Megan thanked me and told me that her and her boyfriend had split up, and he was the handy one. I let her know that I was happy to take a look at anything she needed.

Megan regularly came over when she had problems with something. She really had two left hands as far as technology was concerned. Now again the TV that remained black, one time her stove wouldn't turn on. Megan was a nice girl, so I gladly helped her. She always thanked me with a smile.

Megan called me after a month of no issues. "I don't dare bother you anymore, but my washing machine doesn't go on halfway," she said. I went with her, and it turned out that something was stuck in the machine's outlet. I spent at least half an hour, and it turned out that a pencil from the Ikea had ended up in the drain. It was quite difficult to remove, but I managed to get it out.

Megan seemed embarrassed, not knowing how to thank me. The following Saturday, I heard a knock at the door. Megan had her arms full of two grocery bags. She wanted to give me a bottle of wine because I had helped her so well. I told her it was hard for me to drink an entire bottle by myself. I asked if she'd want to split it with me, I was just about to order pizza.

Normally Megan was always in jeans and jacket and the hair in a bun. Now she had a short summer dress on with a wide neck and hair loose. We ate pizza and drank wine together, it was nice. After, we washed the dishes and sat in my living room. I learned she was a teacher at a school in New York.

When it got late, I walked her to the door. I felt awkward and shook her hand, but she suddenly kissed me on the cheek and said that I was a good and sweet man. I wanted to return the kiss on her cheek, but she suddenly turned her head, and the kiss landed on her mouth.

She kissed me back, and before we knew it, we were making out. I put my arms around her and pressed her against me. I felt her breasts against my chest. While kissing, I led her back to the living room and took her on the couch, and Megan straddled my lap. She put her head against my shoulder, and I noticed that she was crying softly.

I let her cry and stroking her hair and her back. When she calmed down, she burst out. She felt lonely in the big city. She came from a small town and didn't know anyone. She had met Trevor (her ex) at the school and where she worked, and Trevor had moved in with her to help pay the rent. It soon became apparent that she should never have done that. Trevor was not the nice guy he seemed to be. But now that he had left, she felt truly alone.

Fortunately, she knew me because, as mentioned, she was not very tech-savvy. I said she could always come by if there was anything and even if there was nothing. "That is very sweet of you," and she raised her head and we started kissing again.

While we kissed, I looked into the wide neck of her dress and saw a large part of her breasts. I slid my hand down on her back and embraced her buttocks and pressed them against me. This pushed her dress up, and I exposed the top of her thighs. I became more and more excited and put my hand on her warm skin.

She smiled, and I slowly raised my hand and took her dress with me until I saw her white pants. My hand went up and placed it on her left breast and gently turned circles around it. Instead of pushing my hand away, she started kissing me even more passionately.

I let the shoulder straps fall off her dress, and then I pulled her dress down under her breasts. I kissed her neck and the already bare part of her breasts. From that moment on, I was able to undress her at ease. I loosened her bra and released her breasts. She had big, firm, and perky breasts with perfectly taut pink nipples. I kneaded her breasts and played and licked her nipples.

I pulled her off my lap and lowered her dress until she was just wearing her underwear. What a wonderful body she had! I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom and put her to bed. I lay down next to her and bent over her and kissed her again. My hand stroked her body and slowly heading towards her pussy. I bent down, using my teeth to take off her panties, so I could have access to her wet area. I kissed her lower belly, working my way down.

She started squirming as I gently nipped her inner thighs and involuntarily raised her hips to make contact with my mouth. I used my tongue to gently lick her folds, starting at the top and working my way down as far as she'd let me. Her smell made me wild. I used my tongue to dip into the opening, and she gasped. I plunged my tongue in, then replaced it with a finger as a gently swirled her delicate rosebud. I plunged my finger in and out quickly as I licked slowly, prolonging her first (of many) orgasms. She cried out, wanting more, and I added another finger, stretching her wide as I continued to lick, picking up my pace. I circled her clitoris as fast as I could while pumping my fingers in and out. Finally, she shuttered, and I felt her inner muscles spasm against my fingers. I gently slowed my pace to let her enjoy the aftershocks.

Megan looked at me with ravenous eyes, wanting more. I spread her legs wide, put my hand on her knee and, stroking myself, I slowly let the tip of my dick massage her. She was wet beyond belief. I went back and forth over her pussy. I wanted to make sure she was ready for my girth and length. Compared to most men, I was much bigger than average, and if they weren't ready, it wasn't pleasurable.

I continued to stroke her pussy with my hard length. I felt myself getting worked up and knew I needed to take a break. I started stroking with my fingers instead and kissing her thighs and headed for her pussy again. I opened her pussy with my fingers and sucked her clit. I circled it with my tongue, enjoying the taste of her pleasure.

Megan started to play with her breasts and nipples, pinching and rolling them. I now licked her pussy and put three fingers in her pussy to make sure she was really ready. She took the three fingers greedily. "I need more, I need to be fucked," she said.

I quickly undressed and gently eased my throbbing cock into her. She took the head without issue, but I felt her stretch as she struggled to take my full girth. I paused and used my thumb to stroke her rosebud again, and she sighed and let me go deeper. I took it so slowly, making sure not to hurt her. Once I was all the way in, she started moving and moaning, begging for movement.

I was surprised; most girls could barely handle my full length and then forced me to go slow. Half the time, they had to finish me off in their mouth, unable to handle how big I was.

I pulled out and then filled her up again, loving the horny sign she let out as I went in as deep as I could. I pulled back out again and used the head to rub her g-spot over and over again, while I used my hands to massage her clit again. She came again, and the movement almost sent me over the edge. Once she was done, I pulled out, and she whined and said, "I want more, I can take it."

To my surprise, she flipped over and got on all fours, opening up for me so I could take her from behind. I knew I felt even bigger this way, "are you sure? I asked." She didn't respond, but reached around, grabbing my cock and guided it into her dripping pussy, wet beyond relief from her orgasms.

Once the head was in, she thrusted back taking as deep as possible. She lowered herself down to give herself an even deeper angle. I didn't move as she took the lead. She moved forward, so just the tip barely was still in and then slammed back, my balls swinging forward with the force. She used her hands as leverage, spread her legs wide, and kept crashing her pussy against my groin. I had never had a girl take my cock so hungrily, without pain, and keep wanting more.

"You're the biggest guy I've ever had, I had no idea what I was missing," she panted as she kept up her vigorous pace. I knew she was close and held off as long as I could, once I heard her screaming and felt her pussy pulse, I let go. I couldn't move, but she kept going until I had nothing left.

After, I crawled up and lay down on her and kissed her. I took her to the walk-in shower and washed her clean. I couldn't help but kiss her pussy, knowing what it had gone through. She'd be sore in the morning, but it was all her. I was ready to take it slow and gentle. Megan was unlike any girl I had met before; I had finally met my match.

The next morning when I woke up, I wanted to put my arm around her and do other naughty things with her, but she was gone. The following Monday I saw her again when we both left the house at the same time to go to work. She said hello, and we stepped into the elevator together. I wanted to thank her for the nice evening and night, but I didn't know exactly what to say other than she rocked my world.

We got out of the elevator, and each went in a different direction. I didn't hear from her for a week, but one day she knocked on my door and told me she was having problems with her sink. I did not dare to start talking about that night we had together. I followed her to her apartment, and as soon as the door shut, she ripped her dress off, leading me onto her couch. "The sink is fine," she admitted, "my pussy on the other hand, I think you need to take a look," she laughed.