Erotic Story About the Beloved Neighbor

I really liked that woman… She had recently moved into the building, and ever since we ran into each other on the stairs, the building’s lobby had started to fill me with excitement at the thought of seeing her again. She—my neighbor, the one I dreamed about every night and the reason for my erections every time I saw her—had a figure that was just right;she dressed in a somewhat bohemian style, and what captivated me like a child with candy was the mischief that shone in her honey-colored eyes and her long chestnut hair.

Around eight o’clock, we’d usually run into each other in the elevator when she was coming home from work and I was taking the dog out; we’d strike up conversations about things like the weather or how things were going in the building… even my dog had fallen in love with her…

I politely offered to help with any questions, problems, or needs he might have, because what are good neighbors for, after all? We live on the same landing.

Since my new neighbor seemed to have everything you need in the kitchen, I decided to switch from a diet of tapas to healthy, homemade meals. So I’d ask her for advice and help whenever I was missing a spice or seasoning, and of course I kept telling her over and over that she had to come over for a casual dinner to thank her for her help—and that she could use me and my home for whatever she wanted.

She would always look at me with a smile, playing with the clip holding her long hair in place, and say, “Please, Claudio, it’s no trouble at all for me.”

I want to believe that it was my prayers to Cupid or the tantric energy of my body as I poured out so much flowing desire in her honor—that finally, one day, the doorbell rang. I had just finished dinner and was brushing my teeth when I thought, “Who could be looking for me on a Friday at 11 p.m.?” I couldn’t believe it (I said to myself) when I saw her through the peephole; I opened the door immediately (swallowing my toothpaste) ready to do whatever it took to make her want to stay with me indefinitely.

When she opened it, she couldn’t help but laugh:

– (She) Sorry to bother you, Claudio, but I left my keys inside the house.

– (Me) “Oh my goodness,” I replied, “don’t worry, come on in, and we’ll call a locksmith.”

– (She) Thanks, Claudio, but I figured that since your gallery connects to mine, I could go from your apartment to mine that way.

-(Me) Of course! But I’d rather do it myself, just in case you hurt yourself. I grabbed the ladder and risked my neck climbing up that wall, and when I set my foot on the ground, I asked him, “So where did you leave your keys?”

– (She) Well, that’s the problem—I don’t know where I could have left them.

– (Me) Well, well… (I thought to myself, this is going to be just like the day of the fiscal year-end closing)… if you’d like, I’ll take a look and see what’s going on. I went through the kitchen, looked in the living room, the bedroom, and the bathroom… but not a trace of them. That said, her house was a mix of IKEA and artistic upcycling. I went back to the gallery and told her, “Alicia, I can’t find them anywhere.”

– (She) Well, if you help me, I’ll climb the ladder and try to look for them myself.

– (Me) Okay, but be careful—I’ll catch you when you have to jump. She climbed up the ladder, and as she let go, I grabbed her around the waist and thought to myself, looking at her hips: Wow, what a stunning woman!

– (She) Thanks, Claudio. What a mess! I thought it would be easier… Well, I’m going to see if I can find them.

We looked and looked everywhere, but they had vanished. So, exhausted, he decided to call an emergency locksmith. We hadn’t thought of it, but to get out of his house and into mine, we didn’t have a ladder! So climbing up by other means seemed dangerous.

– (She) Well, Claudio, since we’re stuck here until they come to rescue us, I’ll buy you a drink.

– (Me) “Great!” I replied. “What do you have?” – (Her) “Well, beer and water.” – (Me) “Okay, a little beer wouldn’t be bad.”

-(She) Help yourself to some from the fridge, Claudio… I’m going to take a shower before the locksmith gets here—is that okay with you?

-(Me) No, of course not, Alicia… I grabbed a beer, sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV. After a while, she came out of the bathroom looking like a Roman goddess, wrapped in a white robe with a towel in her hair, and smelling like… I don’t know what it was, but I liked it.

– (She) Well, Claudio, I’m sorry… what a Friday night, huh?

– (Me) No problem, Alicia. In a way, it’s amazing to be stuck at home with you. I mean, I was bored at my place, so I don’t mind the change. We both just stared at each other, and she said with a smile, “Are you trying to seduce me?” To which I replied, “I’m the one who’s completely seduced…” all while checking out the gorgeous lingerie hidden beneath her robe.

I didn’t have time for anything else, because she grabbed me by my shirt, let go of the towel from her hair, and gave me a wild makeout session. My hands stuck to her skin as if they were magnets, and I started undressing her, pulling off her panties and bra before she could even react. I caressed her wet hair in pure bliss; she nibbled on my neck and stroked my shoulders. I licked her back, kissed her neck, and she breathed deeply, shaking her long, curly hair, pressing her tight ass against my noticeably aroused cock.

Face to face, completely naked, I laid her on her back and she arched her legs… her skin, her naked and completely aroused silhouette drew me into the most intense pleasure without a doubt, just as sirens lured sailors. I feasted on her delicious delicacy, making her shudder with pleasure; her cries and movements kept me there until she reached ecstasy and a full orgasm. Now it was my turn, and with her lying there, I grabbed my cock and brought it close to her mouth… she offered no resistance and took hold of my shaft, sliding it slowly into her mouth without taking her eyes off mine. When she saw that I was about to die of pleasure, she produced some condoms she had right there, and while she watched me put one on, she turned around and got on all fours, telling me that this way I’d feel it longer and thicker.

I grabbed her by the waist and went all out; as she moaned with pleasure, I rode her for just a few minutes—enough to give us both pleasure and then switch positions. She lay back, lifting her legs and wrapping her feet around my neck; she raised her head, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt a sharp, pleasurable tingling run through every inch of my cock, which emptied itself inside her with all my passion.

I lay down next to her, and we just looked at each other. There were a few minutes of silence and kisses, and then we fell asleep… until I woke up in the morning. A Post-it note stuck to the kitchen fridge read: I’ll leave some keys on the table for you. I promise that if you make dinner tonight, I’ll eat every last bite…

P.S.: Your dear neighbor.