My Mature Neighbor Invited Me Over to Her Place Again

It had been almost three weeks since I’d run into Adriana. We lived in the same building, one apartment above the other, and between her logistics company and my new rotation at the lab, the hallways had become nothing but missed coincidences. So when I saw her that Tuesday morning at the bus stop, wearing a blue blazer and lipstick, I felt something much closer to a tingle between my legs than to the urge to say hello.

—Marina, sweetheart, you look divine! —she said, giving me two resounding kisses—. What have you been up to, disappearing like that?

—I was going to ask you the same thing. Coffee?

She told me she didn’t have time, that she was late for a meeting, but that Friday was the start of my vacation and she wanted me to come by her apartment. Beers, snacks, whatever we felt like. The way she squeezed my arm when she said it wasn’t accidental. I told her yes before she’d even finished the sentence.

The three days felt endless. The last time I’d been with her, in August, had been my first time with a woman. One afternoon, one sofa, one open window, and the discovery that another woman’s tongue between my legs could drive me crazy in a way no man had ever even come close to. Afterward, we’d each gone back to our lives without talking about it, as if what we’d shared had been a parenthesis neither of us knew how to reopen. During those three days, I touched myself thinking of her every night, my fingers buried in my wet pussy, biting my pillow so I wouldn’t scream the name of my upstairs neighbor.

I reached her door at exactly seven on Friday. I’d put on a short black skirt and a white blouse with a more generous neckline than I usually wore. Underneath, a red lace set I’d put on that afternoon, and panties that were already wet before I rang the bell. When she opened, she looked me up and down without trying to hide it.

—Come in, neighbor. I’ve been waiting for you.

Adriana was wearing a burgundy wrap dress, fitted at the waist and loose around the legs. Her hair was gathered in a low bun, with two loose strands framing her face. She was about fifteen years older than me, and it showed—but it showed in her favor. Every wrinkle when she smiled, every curve of her hips, seemed deliberate.

—Make yourself comfortable in the living room. I’ll go get the beers.

I sat down on the big sofa, the same one from August. I remembered every picture on the wall, the light coming through the balcony window, the sandalwood scent that filled the whole apartment. She returned with two ice-cold bottles and sat pressed against me, so close that our legs touched along their entire length.

We talked about work, her new boss, the gym I’d quit, the vacation she wanted to take in October. I drank the second beer faster than the first. I don’t remember when the third one appeared.

—And what about sex, Marina? —she asked suddenly, with that half-smile I knew so well—. Tell me something good.

—Nothing good. I haven’t gone out with anyone since…

—Since August?

I nodded. I lowered my eyes to the mouth of the bottle.

—No guys?

—No guys.

—And any girls?

I looked up. She was already watching me.

—No girls. You were the only one.

Adriana set her beer on the coffee table. Slowly, without taking her eyes off me, she brushed a lock of hair from my face and slid her hand down my neck to the nape. She didn’t kiss me right away. She stayed like that, holding my gaze, as though giving me one last chance to leave. I didn’t move.

When she finally leaned in, she did it slowly. First my lower lip, then my upper one, then her tongue entering calmly, roaming inside my mouth with hunger held back for months. My hand went to her thigh of its own accord and rose to the edge of her dress, then higher, until my knuckles brushed the hot fabric of her panties. She smiled into the kiss.

—I’ve been thinking about you —she said against my mouth—. Too much. I touched myself thinking about you, sweetheart. Almost every night.

—Me too. Every time I put my fingers inside myself, it was your face I saw.

—God, don’t tell me that now, or I’m going to fuck you right here.

She eased me back until I was almost lying down on the sofa, then settled over me with one firm knee pressed against my pussy over my skirt. She unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time, unhurriedly, while kissing my neck, the hollow of my collarbone, the beginning of my breasts. When she pulled down my red lace bra and caught one nipple in her mouth, tugging it with her teeth, I heard my own moan as if from far away. She moved to the other breast and sucked it whole, biting and licking, leaving rings of saliva around the areola.

—You’re gorgeous —she murmured—. So white, so soft. And these little tits are mine, mine since August.

She raised my skirt to my waist and pushed my soaked panties to one side without pulling them down. She had two fingers waiting at the entrance to my pussy. When she felt them slide inside me all at once, she laughed softly against my nipple.

—You’re dripping, sweetheart. How long has it been since anyone touched this little pussy?

—A long time. Since August. Only you.

—Good. That’s how I like it.

She moved her fingers inside me, curling them upward, searching for the spot she knew and that I had only just learned to find on my own. With her thumb, she pressed my clitoris in slow circles while her fingers slid in and out with a wet, sticky sound that embarrassed and aroused me in equal measure. She slipped downward. My skirt was already a wrinkled belt around my waist. My panties were stretched to one side of my thigh. When her mouth reached between my legs and her tongue lay flat against my clitoris, I gripped the back of the sofa tightly and closed my eyes.

She did two things no man had ever done to me. First, she didn’t rush. Second, she listened. She read every movement of my hips, every change in my breathing, and responded to it. When I arched, she slowed down and licked my lips all over, one and then the other, with long strokes from bottom to top. When I tensed, she sped up on my clitoris, tapping it with the tip of her tongue, trapping it between her lips and slowly sucking until I trembled. She slipped two fingers inside me again, this time gradually, curling them inside while she sucked me, and I felt a new place opening inside me. It was as if she had a map of me that I myself hadn’t finished drawing.

—Come on, sweetheart, come in my mouth —she murmured without lifting her lips from my pussy—. I want to swallow you.

I came with my mouth pressed against my own arm, choking back a scream that was heard throughout the apartment anyway. I felt the spasms squeezing her fingers inside me, and her tongue kept licking me slowly, drinking everything that came out, not letting go until my legs stopped trembling.

—You liked that —she said, not as a question, her mouth shining.

—Very much —I whispered, my throat dry.

Adriana sat up and settled back on her heels. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and sucked her fingers one by one, watching me. She pulled her dress over her head in one motion. Underneath, she wore nothing but black lace panties, wet in the center. Her breasts were large and soft, with dark, firm nipples pointing forward. Her waist curved sharply into her broad hips.

—Your turn, neighbor.

—I’ve never…

—I know. That’s why it’s your turn. You’re going to lick my pussy until I come all over your face.

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She walked ahead with a sway that was more assertion than flirtation. She knew I was looking at her ass. She knew exactly what she wanted me to look at.

She lay on her back on the bed, her legs slightly spread, and yanked off her panties, leaving them dangling from one ankle. She opened her pussy with two fingers so I could see everything: her swollen pink lips, her clitoris already peeking out, the glistening thread of wetness running down toward her ass. She beckoned with one finger.

—Come here. Slowly. Don’t be afraid. It’s just like yours.

I lay down between her legs with my heart pounding in my ears. The scent was different from a man’s—cleaner, more intimate, denser. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over her, barely at first, a timid lick from bottom to top that made her whole body shudder. Then with more confidence, my whole open mouth against her, sucking her lips, slipping my tongue inside to taste her. She drew a deep breath and grabbed my hair.

—There. Right there. On the tip, with your tongue.

I did what she had done to me. I listened. I learned. When she arched, I slowed down and gently licked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. When she went still, I searched for the rhythm again and sucked her entire clitoris as if it were a tiny nipple. I slipped in one finger, then two, curling them the way she had taught me, without stopping the movement of my mouth. I heard her moan with a husky voice I had never heard before, and felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers as if they wanted to swallow them.

—Oh, Marina, like that, don’t stop, come on, suck me like that, my love…

I didn’t stop. I added a third finger and she spread her legs wider, until her knees rested on the bed. I felt her close around my fingers, her thighs contracting on either side of my face, squeezing my head as if she wanted to bury me inside her. She came with a long curse I had never heard from her either, and I felt her pussy pulsing against my mouth, one shudder after another, while I licked everything that came out. When she relaxed, I lifted my face, my chin shining, and found her smiling with her eyes closed.

—You learn fast, sweetheart. Very fast.

She climbed over my body and licked her own come from my mouth, kissing me dirty, mixing us together.

***

At midnight we were in the shower. Hot water poured over us as we soaped one another, two slippery bodies searching for each other with their fingers without urgency, as if we had all the time in the world. Adriana pressed me against the tiles and thrust three fingers into my pussy beneath the stream, kissing my neck, and I returned the favor by burying my hand between her buttocks until my thumb brushed her ass. She moaned against my ear.

—There too, someday. But not tonight. Tonight you’re going to fuck me another way.

Between kisses full of water and foam, we came again, her head thrown back and me biting one of her nipples beneath the spray, my fingers buried to the knuckles.

We came out wrinkled and red. We dried ourselves with the same towel, rubbing each other, and she didn’t resist when I passed the terry cloth between her legs more times than necessary. Naked, we went down to the kitchen and picked at what was left: cheese, olives, a piece of salami she fed me in bites straight from her hand, sitting on the counter with her legs spread. We opened another beer. Adriana moved around her kitchen as though it were her own body, with a calm that was almost pride.

—Are you staying the night? —she asked without looking at me, slicing a piece of bread.

—I don’t know if I have any way to get home at this hour.

—You do. But stay anyway.

—I’ll stay.

She smiled without looking up.

—There’s one thing left before bed. Come here.

She led me back to the bedroom by the hand. From a drawer in the bedside table, she took out a shoebox, and from inside it, a long, thick, curved double-ended dildo that made me open my eyes and squeeze my thighs at the same time.

—This wasn’t here in August.

—I bought it thinking about August. Thinking that one day you’d come back and I’d fuck you with it until you cried.

I laughed, but the heat rushed back into my face and crotch. She explained how we were going to position ourselves. She lubricated both ends with saliva and with the wetness still flowing from her pussy. She got on all fours at the edge of the bed, ass raised high, and asked me to get into the same position behind her, fitting one end of the dildo inside my pussy and guiding the other into hers. When I felt it enter me and saw it disappear inside her at the same time, I gasped involuntarily.

—Now push, sweetheart. Fuck me.

I began to move, and every thrust forward made the end inside me sink a little deeper while the other buried itself in Adriana. My hips collided with hers with a fleshy sound, and an electric current shot up my spine every time I felt her tighten around it.

In the wardrobe mirror, I could see us. Her broad buttocks trembling against mine, the shining dildo disappearing and reappearing between us, my hair falling across my face, her hands clutching the sheets. I sped up. I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me, driving it all the way in.

—Like that, Marina, like that, come on —she said between gasps—. Fuck me properly, fuck me hard, deeper.

—Do you like it when I fuck you like this, slut?

—I love it. You fucking bitch, don’t stop. Wreck my pussy.

I slapped her ass, the crack echoing through the room, and she cried out, clenching her whole body around the rubber. I grabbed her bun and tugged gently, fucking her from behind as if I were a man, watching in the mirror as her tits swung and her chin pointed toward the ceiling.

We changed positions. We lay on our backs and intertwined our legs against each other in a perfect scissors, with the dildo between our joined pussies. We thrust at the same time, rocking together, and it felt as if we were fucking each other simultaneously, as if a single body were moving from both ends toward the center. The bed creaked. We both moaned with our eyes closed. I grabbed one of her breasts and pinched her nipple; she gripped my thigh and dug in her nails, and the heat kept building in our bellies without respite, rising with every thrust.

—I’m coming —I said.

—Me too. Wait.

—I can’t wait.

—Don’t wait. Come with me, sweetheart, come on the cock.

We screamed at the same time. I felt my whole body contract, my toes digging into the sheet, my pussy tightening in violent spasms around the dildo, a long, hot wave that left me breathless and made me drip down my thighs. Adriana laughed with a broken voice, her eyes full of tears of pleasure, while she kept moving her hips to squeeze out every last contraction.

We stayed tangled together until the dildo slipped loose on its own and fell between us, shining and sticky. Then, in silence, she moved closer and rested her head on my chest. I slipped an arm around her back. Sweat and come cooled on our skin, and neither of us felt like moving to turn off the light or clean ourselves.

—Neighbor —I said after a while.

—Mmm?

—If this is only every three weeks, I won’t survive.

She laughed softly without opening her eyes.

—Let it be every Friday. Starting next week. And if you want, some Tuesdays too, when I get home from work and find you on the stairs in that skirt.

—Deal.

She kissed my forehead. I moved a little closer, one leg crossed over hers and my hand cupped over her still-warm pussy. Before falling asleep, I thought that my vacation had only just begun, and that it was going to be very difficult to return to the lab the following Monday with the scent of my neighbor still lodged between my legs.