Fantasies with my new neighbor
A new woman has just moved next to us about three months ago. We live in a vicinity at the outer edge of this town. We’ve lived here for almost two years now; it's a quiet and peaceful place: nothing ever happens, with a street too solitary, houses that look unoccupied, deserted, to any observer.
Hardly ever a neighbor would show out of his / her home. It’s fantastic to live here, listening only the birds chirping. The only problem is to go down town for any necessity, especially if we don’t have a car.
On one occasion, we were leaving for downtown, me and my wife, and had to walk to the corner to find a cab. I saw my new neighbor for the first time, standing there next to her husband, a young guy. We said hi, while they looked nice, compared to those people around here who mind their own business, and look reclusive and reserved, most of them half-breed, Creoles with bad manners. There are whites in this colony too.
As they saw us walking past their house it seemed strange they were polite, smiling at us, and inquired why there wasn’t running water from pipe, at their new home. I advised them to wait until water dripped on their tank off floater. Sometimes a spurt came out, at intervals, I said.
We both stared at the young woman’s outfit with dissimulation, as she wore tiny tight pants, or shorts, leaving a mark of her asscrack. I could consider the mound marked through the panties. Almost a cunt slit could be guessed as well. My wife and I began to mock at them, criticizing Creole ethnicity: they were not civilized or educated at all, least refined. This woman didn’t catch my interest at all, and I thought a hooker like her wouldn’t deserve any interest, as a lot of them live in this neighborhood. I judge them as horrible. Of course, it was different in my home country, and criticism has been part of my daily practice here.
Three weeks passed as I was laying in my hammock at about 9:00 in the morning on an ordinary weekday -I start teaching at 6:00 p.m. at local tech- when I peered through the window curtains to see who was calling aloud “good morning!!” Locals never knock at the door here if they are visiting someone, or inquiring. It was the new next door woman who needed assistance for a gas stove installation at her home. Her husband wasn’t handy and I asked what would be the problem about. I said: “I’m getting some tools; I’m not a plumber though.”
I finally fixed it all while she stood there wearing the same outfit she had on that day we met them. She asked: “How much will it be?” I replied to this well built innocent girl: “Oh, nothing at all.”
She just smiled at me. Seeing that the gas stove was not leaking off container, I was now prepared to leave, l and requested politely: “Kiss me good bye, please,” pointing at my cheek. I closed my eyes and felt a smooth kiss in this area. I said:
“Ok, it’s my turn now. Please allow me to pay back the favor.”
I kissed her three times more and left. later on, I told my wife all this account but about the kisses.
Next week, our feminine neighbor, who no longer looked disgusting to me, called again noisily at my home: “Good morning”. She wasn’t the unattractive woman I saw once, and looked elegant judging by her long legs. I went outside (my house is surrounded by a wall), and asked again what the problem would be.
Eunice is tall, I reckon 23 yo., slim, short hair, a Creole like most people in this town (90% population), but I figure out she must be a blending race with natives from another Mexican region, where inhabitants are tall, conveying these hereditary or genetic characters, like white skin, tallness, with indian features. People around here are short, rounded face, round buttocks, arched legs, popped eyes, shy, straight hair, short-legged, and introvert.
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She called aloud good morning at the small wooden gate. I went out and asked what the problem would be and she replied: “Do you know how to install a brand new washing machine?” Yes, of course I do.” I replied.
She showed the way while I stared at the beautiful bitch ass. As usual, she wore tight shorts. What I liked were her long legs and tallness the most. Sometimes I figure out she’s the ideal person to work modeling. My wife kept on mocking or criticizing her set of teeth: stained, blemished.
I scrutinized, examined the luxurious, big automatic washing machine, and told her she had to mount it in the back yard. There wasn’t enough room for this machine in the petite apartment. As I was measuring distances to make sure pipes would reach at water and house intake, she stood there smiling at me, which made me turn away off work. I sometimes stared at the asscrack and pussy slit marked through the flimsy fabric. She appeared to be enjoying how startled I was at this wonderful sight. Perhaps wished to know what would be my reaction.
Again, as I was done with this, I gave her advice on how to get to the hardware store and purchase all bits and pieces written on a piece of paper. We both sat in a sofa while she was silent sending messages over her cell phone. I supposed the only way to get close to her would be to kiss her good bye. She shared a long kiss in my cheek, I started to kiss her softly over and over again. She never said “no” and obeyed me while I kept kissing her. I finally moved to her ear where I stamped another kiss.
I wished to stay away from problems, didn’t want to get slapped (spank) on my face, not taking unfair advantage of her, but I still regret for not having moved down and kissed her at the neck. This probably had made her wet. I was a stranger to her so it would be inopportune to kiss her thin lips now, which always showed a mischievous smile coming from a perfect slut. I left and never returned: unless she called me again, but never did. I think my wife confronted her saying oh, you like to invite married guys to your place to fix pipe lines?
Whenever I headed for work I felt tempted to knock at her door, but this only idea scared me. I suppose her young husband -only 21yo- comes home only on weekends, but I’m always discouraged by the idea of being met at the door by a jealous couple.
Two days ago I dared to knock at the door to borrow her bible –I knew she had one and actually needed one, so I was not pretending or acting it out.