I fucked my neighbor while my boyfriend was out of town

Over the next few weeks, I found myself increasingly drawn to the rooftop, always hoping to catch a glimpse of the captivating Latina. If she was there when I arrived, I'd feel a flutter in my chest, my heart racing at the sight of her. I'd sit as close as I could, pretending to read while sneaking glances at her from under lowered lashes.

Sometimes our eyes would meet and she'd flash me that same warm, enigmatic smile. I lived for those moments. I'd get lost in fantasies of pulling her into my arms, kissing her deeply, my hands roaming over her lush curves. I'd picture her soft skin, her full lips, the way her breasts would feel in my hands.

I knew it was wrong, these desires I couldn't seem to control. I loved my boyfriend, but a part of me yearned for her in a way I never had for him. I felt guilty for my growing obsession with the sexy stranger. She was just a neighbor, an incredibly beautiful and alluring one, but still. I shouldn't be fantasizing about her this way.

As my attraction to her only intensified, I found myself spending more time on the balcony under various excuses. I'd get distracted easily and forget what chapter I was on. I was so busy daydreaming about running my hands through her silky hair, tasting the smooth skin of her neck and shoulders, kissing a trail down to her voluptuous cleavage.

My thoughts consumed me. I pictured her naked beneath me, her long legs parted, an invitation. I imagined her straddling my face, her sweet juices coating my lips and tongue. I'd touch myself in the night, imagining it was her fingers stroking me, bringing me to climax.

I knew I was treading dangerous territory. But I couldn't help the way my body responded to her, the shameful, forbidden thrill of my desires. All I could think about was tasting every inch of her luscious body. Feeling her soft curves pressed against me. Parting her thighs and burying myself between them.

Things finally came to a head three months later when my boyfriend went out of town. One evening, there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, I was thrilled to see the beautiful woman standing there with a warm smile. "Hey there, neighbor," she said, her voice like honey. "I was wondering if you'd like to come over for a little get-together tonight. Just us girls, you know? We can have some wine, chat, maybe do a bit of dancing..."

My heart raced at the invitation and the suggestive tone in which it was delivered.  "Sure, I'd love to," I heard myself saying, as if my mouth was moving of its own accord.

She grinned and did a little shimmy. "Great, I'll see you in a bit . By the time I got to her unit I was a nervous wreck of anticipation. I took a deep breath and headed up to her door.

She answered  "Well hello there," she jokes, her eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. "Don't you look good enough to eat? Come on in!" I couldn't tell if she was genuinely flirting with me or being funny. Our relationship had  blossomed into a nice friendship over the past few weeks. As I stepped inside, I was greeted by the sight of her place, which was decorated in a very feminine, sensual style. Candles flickered, casting a warm glow. Soft music played in the background. The air was thick with the scent of her perfume.

"Can I get you a drink?" she asked, moving behind the bar. I watched, transfixed, as she poured us each a glass of wine, her fingers lingering on the stem.

We sipped our drinks and chatted, but I could feel the sexual tension building between us with every passing minute. That's when it finally happened. The music was playing and we were dancing around laughing. We both suddenly stopped. I felt like I was under her spell as I approached her. She reached out and ran a hand down my arm, her touch electric. "You know, from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were something special," she breathed, her face inches from mine. 

With that, she closed the distance and captured my lips in a searing kiss. I melted into her embrace, all thoughts of my boyfriend and any sense of propriety flying out the window. All that mattered was this incredible, sexy woman and the way she was making me feel.

She kissed me deeply, her tongue delving into my mouth and tangling with mine. I moaned as she began to roam her hands over my body, squeezing and caressing. When she broke the kiss, I was panting and dizzy with lust.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined," she growled, her eyes dark with desire. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby. Voy a venerar este pequeño cuerpo ardiente tuyo hasta que grites mi nombre.” “(I'm gonna worship this hot little body of yours until you're screaming my name.)"

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. As she stripped me out of my clothes and began to touch and taste every inch of my skin, I knew I had crossed a line. But it felt too amazing to stop now.

She kissed and licked her way down my body until she was kneeling between my thighs. I gasped and arched as she ran her tongue through my slick folds, teasing my sensitive clit. "Oh baby, you're so fucking wet for me," she purred before diving in and eating me out like a starving woman.

The pleasure was intense, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. She used her lips, tongue and fingers like an expert, bringing me to a shuddering climax with her mouth. I cried out as I came hard, my body shaking and my pussy clenching around her tongue.

But she wasn't done with me yet. She kissed her way back up my body, leaving a trail of wet spots as she licked and sucked on my skin. When she reached my breasts, she took a nipple into her mouth and began to suckle, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding her against me as she feasted on my tits. She moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, all thoughts of my boyfriend forgotten.

Suddenly, she pulled back and stood up, revealing her incredible body in all its glory. Her full, heavy breasts and puckered nipples. Her toned, curvy figure. The neatly trimmed thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs.

She crooked a finger at me again. "Come here, baby. I want to feel your mouth on me."

I scrambled to obey, kneeling before her. She spread her legs, revealing her glistening pussy. "Go on, lick it," she commanded, her voice thick with need. "Make me come all over your pretty face."

I dove in with enthusiasm, burying my face in her pussy and eating her out like my life depended on it. She tasted incredible, musky and sweet. I licked and sucked at her clit, relishing the way she trembled and cried out above me.

"Fuck yes, just like that," she groaned, grinding against my mouth. "Get in there deep, baby. Make me come!"

I did as she asked, spearing my tongue into her tight channel and fucking her with it. She was so wet, so responsive. It didn't take long before she was coming undone, flooding my mouth with her sweet juices.

I lapped them up greedily, feeling her tremble and quake against me. When she finally stilled, I pulled back and looked up at her, my face shiny with her release. She smiled down at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction.

"That was amazing, sweet thing," she murmured, pulling me to my feet and into her arms. "You're a natural born slut, aren't you? I knew you had it in you." We kissed again, slow and deep, savoring each other. She began to walk me backwards toward the bed, her hands roaming over my ass. "I'm going to fuck you now," she said, her voice a low, sexy purr. "I'm going to fuck this tight little pussy so hard you forget your own name."