The Neighbour

At the end of my senior year in high school, a divorced man (40s), moved next door to my house. He lived alone and I would see him outside and around town all the time. We always made small talk but I couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was so sexy and mature; I was infatuated.

I never thought anything would happen but I kept talking to him every chance I got. I would look out of my bedroom window to see if he was outside. He would usually go outside to talk on the phone, wash his car, etc. So I would wait for him to go, and I would put on a sexy gym outfit and go for a run. I would pass him and we would talk. He would always compliment me.

This went on for about a year. I was going back to college soon and couldn’t take it anymore. I needed something to happen between us; the tension was unbearable. One day I was outside and he drove passed me and rolled down the window of his car and said, “How come you always look so good?” I knew the time was now.

The next day I was going for a run but he wasn’t outside. As I was returning home and passing his house it began to rain. I knew it was a sign. I don’t know what got into me or made me so brave but I went and knocked on his door.

He answered, confused as to why I was there. I didn’t waste any time. I asked, “Are you attracted to me?” Of course he was shocked, I was 19 and he was in his 40s. He hesitated for a while, and asked how old I was, and what if my dad were to find out, but I reassured him it was okay. I felt his eyes on my wet body.

The next thing I knew he pulled me into his house and took off my wet clothes. He pressed me against his body so hard I can still feel it. The rain water was still dripping off my hair and onto my naked body. He pushed me against his front door and took my pants off as if he was waiting to do it for months. Everything felt so built up.

He put himself into me and pounded me from behind, it was so hot and rough, but sensual. I can still feel his big hands running up and down my wet, naked body.