(F) Masturbating in front of my Neighbor (M) - A Seductive Erotica

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"What a fucken day!" I muttered, pulling onto the cork and appreciating the luscious rich smell that rose out to greet me from the bottle. Amarone wine was one of my favourites. It is a deep red, full-body wine with a sweet after taste, the type that's too expensive to drink by yourself. But honestly, after that day, I really couldn't be bothered to feel the slightest hint of guilt.

I swear, yesterday was one of those days. The one where the universe decides to fuck around and mess shit up. Every single thing seemed to go wrong, even the littlest of things. I started off the day with a ridiculous headache and then went into my office to hear my boss rant for an hour about my latest report. Something about not meeting the agreed quotas and how I've been slacking lately. Then, after her little explosion was over, my landlord called to inform me that he sold my apartment and that I'd have to move out in 2 weeks. My lunch order was messed up, I got some weird vegan meal, and we were out of coffee at the office. On top of all that, as I was walking back home, my heel got stuck in one of those drains on the side of the road. And some guy had the balls to catcall me while I was trying to pull my shoe out.

"Daamn!! What. An. Ass! Oh, the things I'd do to you!" he shouted as he drove by in his shitty worn out car.
What is it with guys who think that anything of that sort is appropriate?? I mean, honestly, how should I have responded to that? Did he think that I'd forget about my shoe and hop on into the car with him? Fuck's sake!
A mix of frustration, anger and utter disgust took over, and I finally managed to pull out my shoe, only to have the heel pop off the sole the minute I put it back on. But before I could have a mental break down and burst into tears, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and walked home barefoot, ignoring all the looks I got from the people.

And that's how I ended up drinking Amarone by myself last night.
I took the first sip of wine and savoured it in my mouth. Twisting my tongue, taking a few seconds to taste it before gulping it down. "Thank God for wine," I said to myself as I closed my eyes and leaned back against the table. It felt like I could finally breathe, almost as if I had been gasping for air all day, and I could finally let go and breathe. I sucked my cheeks in and ran my fingers along the top of the glass, trying to gather my thoughts. But my mind was all over the place, and nothing was making sense. I didn't have the energy to think and make plans, I had had enough stress for one day, so I grabbed the rest of the wine and slouched down onto the couch.

I got my phone out and started aimlessly scrolling through Instagram. Watching with the rest of the world was up to when I came across my neighbour's selfie; #bored #quarantine #homealone. I double-clicked it and watched as the little heart formed over his face.

Sam was cute. He moved into his apartment a few weeks after I moved here, and we got to know each other soon after. We've had our fair share of drunken nights together, and we even hooked up a couple of times, but it's never been anything serious.

Not because we didn't want it to work out, but we both agreed that it's best if we didn't get tied down. Sam is a photographer, and he travels to exotic places every few weeks taking pictures of rock climbers and hikers, the ones who go to the most extreme of places. Then he'd come home for a couple of weeks after his trip to edit his work before heading back out again. It's quite an exhilarating job; I can't imagine the adrenaline rush that one gets when they hang onto a rock 500 meters from the ground. It must quite literally be breathtaking, and I must admit that I love to hear his stories when he comes over. There's a light in his eyes that just flickers with excitement when he talks about his travels.

He's not usually the type of guy I'd go for; he's skinny but still muscular and not that much taller than me. I'd say he's somewhere around 5'8. He always shaves his head, saying that he doesn't have time to take care of it when he's out in the wild, and I doubt if he can grow a beard. I've never seen him with one.
My favourite part about him, though, are the tattoos. He's covered. His chest, his arms, his back, his thighs. Each of his tattoos represents a moment from his travels, "they remind me a time when I felt so grateful for what I had," he once said. And I'm an absolute sucker for tattoos. They give him this bad boy look, especially the one on his neck. I can't stop staring at it when we have sex. It's the sexiest tattoo I've seen.

I clicked onto his profile to check out his latest travel photos, and my eyes darted down to the picture on the right. He was standing butt naked in front of a waterfall, covering his crotch with just his hands, #checkyourballs #cancerawareness. My eyes grew bigger as I lustfully scanned every little part of that photo. I had forgotten how sexy he looked naked. I swiped to the left, and another nude photo came up. This time with his back to the camera, with his ass out. Fully exposed.
A rush came over as my mind wandered off. Reminding me of all the amazing sex we've had and how good his tongue felt when he flicked my clit. I double tapped the photo, leaving a little heart in the comments, and his name appeared in my messages a few seconds later.

"Hey gorgeous, look through your window," he wrote

I raised my head up and saw him waving through the window, then he wrote back,
"you're looking sexy tonight. what are you up to?"

I sent him a kiss emoji and then wrote, "I had a tough day, so I’m just chilling with my wine."

Sam smiled, still standing at the window and replied, "oh, I see. Sipping on wine and looking at my nudes?😉"

I looked up at him, laughing and shaking my head, but before I could write anything to defend myself, I got another message from him, "it's hot. I like knowing that you're thinking of me. You

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Written by Nina Lessi
Hochgeladen March 26, 2021
Notes I (F) masturbated in front my neighbour (M), then he came over to fuck me. But I made him beg.
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