I Carried My Neighbor’s Grocery Bags Upstairs and She Wouldn’t Let Me Leave

It had been a few weeks since that casual encounter with my parents’ neighbor. I was coming back from college and, as I passed in front of the neighborhood supermarket, I saw her coming out loaded down with bags, struggling with the cart and the car keys at the same time. I walked over without really thinking about it.

—Let me help you with that —I said.

—No need, I came by car —she replied, smiling faintly.

—But that’s a lot of stuff. I’ll walk you home and take them up to your apartment. Really, it’s no trouble.

She looked at me a second longer than necessary, as if weighing the offer, and in the end she gave in.

—All right. I won’t stand in the way of your good intentions.

I accompanied her to the car, we loaded the bags into the back seat, and she drove the few minutes to her building. We carried everything upstairs together, sharing the weight, and when I finished putting the last bag on the counter I was already about to say goodbye.

—Don’t you want to have something before you go? —she asked—. Water, a soft drink.

—Well, if it’s no bother.

—Of course not. Water or flavored?

—If you have cola, even better.

She pointed me to the living room couch and I went to sit down while she moved around the kitchen. She came back with a tray: two glasses and, beside them, assorted snacks that smelled freshly made.

—There were leftovers from an event I had this morning —she explained, setting the tray on the low table—. They’re good, try them.

—Thanks —I said, taking one filled with salad.

She stood there for a moment, fanning her neck with her hand.

—I’m going to change, I’m hot. Make yourself comfortable.

And she headed off toward her bedroom. I finished the snack, took a long sip of the cold cola, and after a while I asked out loud if I could use the bathroom.

—Of course, you’re at home here —she answered from the room—. And don’t call me usted, you’re making me feel older than I already am.

—Not at all. You’re a very young, very beautiful woman, Marcela —I told her, going into the bathroom.

***

When I came out, I noticed her bedroom door had been left ajar. She had already taken off her blouse and office skirt and was in her underwear, in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup. From where I was standing I could see her figure perfectly: straight back, the curve of her waist, pale skin against lace.

I felt the immediate reaction between my legs and had to adjust myself discreetly, lowering my gaze. When I looked up again, I found her watching me through the mirror, with a half smile that hid nothing. She had seen me. I went straight to the couch and sat down.

She came out a little later wearing a white spaghetti-strap blouse, a lace detail across the chest that hinted at the red bra she had put on, different from the light one she had worn before. The skirt was navy, almost black, and made her legs, wrapped in sheer stockings, stand out. When she sat down beside me, the fabric rode up to mid-thigh, and the side slits showed far more than the garment promised.

I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her. I had to turn a little to speak to her face-to-face and, at the same time, look her over better. She noticed everything.

She scratched her leg slowly, her fingers sliding up to the dark edge of the stocking, where the red of her underwear showed through.

—Still getting up to mischief with the neighbors’ clothes? —she asked, amused.

—No, not anymore. Not since that time —I answered.

—Now you prefer to see them on, right?

I knew what she meant, and I had no intention of backing down.

—On a beautiful woman like you, it looks fantastic —I said, and rested my hand on her thigh, right where the skirt slit opened.

She turned her face toward me without removing my hand. Then I kissed her. To my luck, she responded immediately, parting her lips, seeking my tongue with hers. My hand moved between her thighs, which she opened just a little, and when I reached her crotch she let out a low moan and pressed my hand between her legs.

***

I pressed my body against hers and, little by little, we ended up reclining on the couch. She held me tightly while I kissed her ear and neck, listening to how her breathing quickened and how she pushed her hips against me. I went down her throat, lifted her blouse, and she finished taking it off, shaking her hair loose. I kept moving toward her stomach, kissing her breasts over the lace, barely biting at her already hardened nipples.

I lifted her skirt and she raised her hips a little to help me. I hooked my fingers into her stockings and started sliding them down.

—Time to make up for the other day —I told her as I took them off completely, lifting her legs onto mine.

I kissed her thighs while I unhooked her bra from the front clasp. I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her through the red lace underwear. She sighed when she felt my tongue. I inhaled her scent, then pushed the wet fabric aside and slid it down until I pulled it off her, slipping it into my pocket almost without thinking.

Now I had her completely at my disposal. I kissed her ass, her thighs, gave her gentle bites that made her laugh and squirm.

—Oh, what are you doing, Adrián? —she laughed, moving as if she couldn’t stay still.

I started working her with my tongue, over and over, while she caressed my head.

—I didn’t think you were this good —she panted.

I focused on her clit, licked it, made it tremble, sucked it while I slid two fingers into her and moved them slowly. With my other hand I played with her nipple.

—So good. Keep going, don’t stop —she begged, rocking her hips against my mouth—. I want to feel you already. Come here.

I sped up my fingers and my tongue until I felt her tense all over. A long cry escaped her, she lifted her legs, and let herself go to the first orgasm without the slightest reserve.

***

When I sat up to finish undressing, she motioned for me to come closer. I moved over her chest and showed her how hard I was. She wrapped her hand around me, brought me to her lips, and began to stroke me slowly with her mouth.

—It’s bigger than my husband’s —she said, looking up at me.

She sucked me with both hands, as if she had all the time in the world. I adjusted myself until I brought the tip to her crotch, brushing her clit a few times, sliding between her lips.

—Come on, give it to me —she asked.

I entered all at once. I slid in all the way thanks to how wet she was, and I kissed her on the lips as I pushed myself all the way inside.

—You fill me up so much —she murmured against my mouth, moving her hips to meet me.

I fucked her like that for a good while, slowly and steadily, stroking her legs, squeezing her ass each time I drove deep into her, kissing her breasts one by one. She dug her hands into my back, pulled me toward her, opened her legs wider. I gave her three or four fast thrusts and one deep one. She looked at me with glassy eyes and a smile that broke into a grimace of pleasure every time she felt me all the way in.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and let out a deep, guttural sound, lifting her hips toward me and exploding into a second long, noisy orgasm. She hugged me, sought my mouth, kissed me with her whole body trembling.

***

We turned until we were on our sides, and she ended up on top, riding me with a slow, rhythmic rocking. She rested her hands on mine, brought them to her breasts, intertwined her fingers with mine to brace herself, and went faster and faster, panting, until she collapsed exhausted on my chest.

I turned her again, ending up on top, and sped up.

—I’m about to finish —I warned her.

—Yes, do it inside, I’m protected —she answered, her voice trembling—. Me too.

I drove into her hard and deep, feeling the limit of her body against me, and I let go inside her. She hugged me tightly, bit my lip, then loosened her hold, lying there spent, her chest rising and falling hard against mine. We stayed like that, kissing slowly.

—So good —she said at last, smiling.

—You’re incredible, Marcela. I’d stay with you all day.

—Really?

—At least a couple more times —I answered.

She lowered her hand and took me in it again, still hard.

—Show-off —she said, laughing.

I kissed her, stroked her ass, and pulled her toward me.

—Of course, sweetheart.

***

She got up, took my hand, and we went to her bedroom. She climbed onto the bed to straighten the sheets and I brought my face to her ass, kissing it, caressing it. She stayed still, on all fours, enjoying it, arching her back a little more. I spread her cheeks with my hands and ran my tongue over her slowly.

—What are you doing? —she laughed—. Not there.

—You don’t like it? —I asked, running my tongue over her entire sex.

—Yes, but it’s weird.

—You think of it as taboo, right?

—Well yes, it’s not normal.

—But you liked it. Doesn’t matter —I said, and climbed onto the bed behind her.

—Wait —she stopped me, turning around.

She sat down with one leg stretched out and the other bent, took me in her hand and started kissing me and running her lips over me from top to bottom, first gently, then taking me into her mouth, licking while holding me.

—I don’t know much about this, I hardly ever do it with my husband —she confessed.

—It feels good —I answered, stroking her cheek.

She kept going, jerking me off and sucking me at the same time, while I caressed one breast and with my other hand found her crotch, rubbing her clit, slowly sinking one finger into her. When I felt I was about to come, I tried to pull away, but she didn’t let me.

—You said you could do two more —she murmured without taking me out of her mouth, looking me in the eyes.

I laughed and played along, moving my hips slowly. She intensified everything, stroking me while swallowing without losing the rhythm, skillful, until there was nothing left.

***

I gently pushed her down to lie back, settled between her legs, and entered again, all the way. She moaned when she felt me fully inside and I started moving hard, steady. We kissed and touched each other everywhere, as if it were our first time. Then I put her on all fours and, with the sight of her ass in front of me, I fucked her with even more eagerness. She lifted her face every time I drove in deep, my legs knocked against hers in a constant pounding, and I gave her soft slaps while her breasts swayed.

She leaned forward, biting the pillow, moaning, and at times she was the one moving on her own, impaling herself all the way down. I sped up the thrusts until I emptied myself inside her once more. I pressed my body to her back, kneaded her breasts, kissed her shoulders, and we slid downward until we were stretched out on the bed, me on top of her, not pulling out yet. We stayed like that, catching our breath, for a good while.

***

We got up and showered quickly, because it was already late. I helped her change the sheets and air out the room. I gathered my things and said goodbye at the door.

—Thank you. You’re incredible —I told her, stroking her ass one last time.

—Thank you for helping me with the bags. And for everything.

—It’ll be a pleasure to carry them up for you again —I answered, sliding my hand down her leg.

She understood the double meaning perfectly and just smiled, lowering her gaze.

I got to my parents’ house, flopped onto the bed, and lay there thinking about how much I had enjoyed myself with the young woman from the building across the street. Something told me it wouldn’t be the last time she needed a hand with the shopping.