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My elderly neighbour watches

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: vie_secrete Posted on: 19 Nov 2003 1 comments
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An inadvertent case of exhibitionism, followed by one of the most exciting afternoons of my life.A few years ago, I lived in a 19th-century apartment with a court-yard view into another apartment, which was occupied by an approximately 65-year, grey-haired, but very well-kept women. During the first summer I lived there, temperatures rose to almost 40?C, without really cooling down at night. I had been working on a thesis and, subsequently, I spent a considerable amount of time at home, mostly in front of the computer, with my windows open. Partly because I was a lazy bachelor not too keen on washing my clothes all too often, partly because I liked being in the nude, I typically wore nothing, exposing myself (in the beginning, inadvertently) whenever I got up to refill my coffee or look for a particular book or article. I worked under time pressure and, in order to stay as focused as I could, I relieved myself whenever thoughts began to drift, typically several times a day (I was a 27-year-old student). I had a few porn magazines locked up in my desk, which I looked at when leaning back and stroking my -- I have been told -- not too unimpressive penis. At some point, probably weeks later, I realised that my neighbour had been watching me, openly staring into my room with binoculars. I had not thought about her much, even though I had noticed that, despite gravity having taken a considerable toll over the years, she did not always wear bras, leaving her tits to dangle rhythmically on her belly, which kind of intrigued me.Once she saw me recognising her, she first waved at me, then lowering both of her hands to her waist, which I understood to mean her request for me to slow down a little. She subsequently stepped off her balcony, disappeared inside and -- lo and behold -- knocked on my door about three minutes later. After having peeked through the peephole in my door, where I saw her smiling at me, I opened the door, still being entirely naked and uncovered. With a smile, but silently, she entered my one-room apartment, softly closing the door, letting herself fall into my desk chair (really the only one in the room). "Come," she whispered, while taking my (at that point, soft) cock into her trembling hands, looking at it closely, waiting for it react to her touch -- which it, no doubt, did quickly, expanding to its proudest posture. So, there I stood in front of my elderly neighbour, naked and horny like hell, hearing her say "I've watched you for a while and dreamt about coming here for a long, long time." I could see her breasts, which were, again, left free dangling underneath her white and rather flimsy blouse, almost touching her legs. She had closely followed my eyes, indicating that I could unbutton them, if I so desired. I had never intimately touched a woman of her age, and it was an entirely new sensation to have very large, and incredibly sagging tits in my hands---but it made me even hotter on this sweltering summer's day. Topless, she then then leaned over, letting her rather breath-taking tits touch her knees, whispering softly to me "come, my boy." Before I could really say or do anything, I felt her lips surround my penis, touching its head with her tongue. Sliding down, looking up, she was giving the most sensuous blowjob. I felt the tension building -- well, as did she. "Don't worry," she said, sucking me even more vigorously. As much as I tried, I couldn't hold it for much longer, and soon began to jerk and moan uncontrollably. She did not move back but continued and then gratefully accepted the full load in her mouth, smiling at me kindly, almost like a grandmother after having offered a candy to a child. "Let's have a smoke," she said, when letting my penis go. We were both sitting at the window, (half-)naked, following the smoke disappear into the hot summer air outside (most of the time, though, I was gazing at these breasts, still not knowing what to think of them). Once the cigarette had been peacefully smoked, she stood up, buttoned herself, and said, "come to my place tomorrow, for a tea." I nooded. "And cream," she added smiling, while kissing me on the mouth before shutting the door. Needless to add, my thesis did not make much progress that day...