The neighbor

 Carol opened the door to her new home. She would live here for about a year now. That was how long her boss had estimated to get the new luxury hotel up and running. That was her job. Take care of new luxury hotels until all initial problems have been resolved, the staff is well-rehearsed and the guest is completely satisfied. Carol worked in hotels but didn't want to live there too. She needed distance from her work in order to be able to do it well. So she rented this apartment for a year. The owner also worked abroad for a long time and was happy to be able to sublet the apartment.
Carol had only seen the owner's description and a few cell phone photos emailed so far. The contact was completely over the Internet. The apartment was actually a penthouse apartment. A bedroom with adjoining bathroom, a separate guest toilet and a large living room with open kitchen and dining room and a hallway from which these rooms lead off. In front of the large glass front of the living room there should be a roof terrace on which there should even be a whirlpool and a sauna house. The description was great, hopefully it keeps what it promises.
So far, however, Carol has not seen any of the advantages of the apartment. She looked for the main light switch, which she vaguely remembered should be somewhere on the right wall of the entrance hall. She groped down the dark hall but found only one door. Carol opened it. "Wow", what she saw immediately inspired her. It was in the large living room of the apartment. The curtains were open, revealing a breathtaking view of the city lights at night. On the terrace she recognized the whirlpool, the water of which shimmered bluish and inviting.
At that moment she knew exactly what to do next. First nights in new apartments always scare her a little. She felt strange, lonely, and somehow frustrated. She usually drank a few glasses of red wine, read a book or watched a DVD she had brought with her and tried to fall asleep quickly. Today the book stays in the suitcase. Instead she would get something out of the suitcase, which her friend Angie had given her with a big grin at the last meeting: "He can always, whenever and however you want," she had said. Probably a reference to her ex. She and Sven just couldn't get along. If they both wanted sex at the same time, which was rare enough, he couldn't satisfy Carol. Her idea of ​​good sex was different from his. Sven found it sufficient to "fuck her well," as he called it. The "fucking through" was always the same, he sucked on her nipples, rubbed her vagina briefly, when she got wet, which was almost a miracle with the clumsy fiddling, he quickly penetrated her and was done after a few thrusts. Carol's attempts to convey her wishes to him were all in vain. Maybe also because it was difficult for her to put it into words to him. She had the feeling that she was speaking in a foreign language. At least that's not how she wanted it. They broke up three months ago. Should she have a relationship again, everything has to be right. She wanted to tell the guy what she wanted from the start. No, she didn't want to have to say anything, she wanted a man who knew what to do without many words.
The waterproof, vibrating, dolphin-shaped pleasure dispenser was exactly what she wanted now. The sight of the pool, the view over the city had aroused Carol's pleasure. She felt the slight throbbing of her clit and the moisture between her thighs. “Patience, patience” she warned herself, she wanted to enjoy what was to come and delay her climax with relish.
Carol brought her luggage into the bedroom. Thanks to the main switch that had been found in the meantime, she could now see her entire surroundings. In front of the large mirrored cabinet in the bedroom she undressed, freed her ample breasts from the tightness of the black bra. She couldn't resist kneading her breasts with both hands in front of the large mirror and playing around her nipples with her fingertips, her nipples reacted immediately. They stretched forward stiff and lustful. Her right hand slipped down and briefly disappeared into her panties. She ran a finger through the damp crevice and circled her pearl. Slowly she pushed the panties over her hips. Her hand disappeared between her legs again and she considered climaxing quickly and easily in front of the mirror. Her excitement was great and she would feel relief afterwards. Still, she called herself back. "Wait, it'll get a lot better right in the pool." She withdrew her damp fingers and drew a shiny trail over her smoothly shaved pubic mons. The idea of ​​looking for the climax with a waterproof vibrator in a warm whirlpool, surrounded by air bubbles that played around her body, while having an ingenious view of the city lights, seemed much better than a quick orgasm in front of the mirror in any one Bedroom to get.
Before she left the room, she took one more look at her now completely naked body. She liked what she saw. She was slim, her breasts were very large in relation to her stature, almost unnatural. But only almost. Nature had been more than generous in allotting her breasts. As a teenager, these giant balloons had disturbed them. At school, she was exempted from exercising because of her breasts. Against her will, she liked sports, her breasts weren't an obstacle for her. Only later did she realize that her male classmates and the teenage sports teacher could hardly bear the sight of these breasts without showing it clearly in their baggy sports pants. Now, as a grown woman, she loved her breasts. She knew what pleasure an intense, skillful massage gave her.
Her whole body was suntanned. After separating from Sven, she had booked a nudist holiday. A first step to live out your wishes. She stayed on the beach for a very long time one evening. She enjoyed the sea, the wind that played around her naked body. She had completely forgotten the time, the beach was empty. Only the guy who collected the umbrellas was still there. He didn't say a word, just stared at her. The bulging of his shorts was clearly visible. Once again, the sight of them did not fail to have an effect. Carol found that she was excited by that stare from the stranger. Maybe he could give her what she asked for? She got up and approached him without thinking, no inhibitions, no moral conscience holding her back. She took his hands and pressed them tightly to her breasts. "Touch me" she signaled to him. She could read his astonishment in his eyes, he probably hadn't expected that. Too fast his hands slipped down to her hot love cave. What came next was like Sven. His wild, boisterous, haphazard fingering did not arouse her. Her brain switched on again. He had just got rid of his shorts and was about to throw himself over them when Carol lost all pleasure. Before he could penetrate her, she got up, gathered her things and left the stunned beach boy with his really impressive erection. "It's a shame about this gem, but no, I don't want that," thought Carol. She left the next morning. Too quickly his hands slipped down to her hot love cave. What came next was like Sven. His wild, boisterous, haphazard fingering did not arouse her. Her brain switched on again. He had just got rid of his shorts and was about to throw himself over them when Carol lost all pleasure. Before he could penetrate her, she got up, gathered her things and left the stunned beach boy with his really impressive erection. "It's a shame about this gem, but no, I don't want that," thought Carol. She left the next morning. Too quickly his hands slipped down to her hot love cave. What came next was like Sven. His wild, impetuous, haphazard fingering did not arouse her. Her brain switched on again. He had just got rid of his shorts and was about to throw himself over them when Carol lost all pleasure. Before he could penetrate her, she got up, gathered her things and left the stunned beach boy with his really impressive erection. "It's a shame about this gem, but no, I don't want that," thought Carol. She left the next morning. Before he could penetrate her, she got up, gathered her things and left the stunned beach boy with his really impressive erection. "It's a shame about this gem, but no, I don't want that," thought Carol. She left the next morning. Before he could penetrate her, she got up, gathered her things and left the stunned beach boy with his really impressive erection. "It's a shame about this gem, but no, I don't want that," thought Carol. She left the next morning.
She brushed aside the thoughts of the beach boy disappointment, grabbed the little dolphin and the bottle of champagne that the apartment owner had kindly put in the refrigerator for her. "Welcome, have a great time and best wishes to Tyron" read the post-it that was stuck to the bottle. Carol had no idea who Tyron was, but she didn't even think about it now. The throbbing between your legs had become stronger, she was so wet that her juice was already running down her thighs and she wanted to finally live out her pool fantasy.
The water in the whirlpool was wonderfully warm and the rising air bubbles aroused her even more. Slowly she stroked the vibrating tip of the dolphin around her nipples, which reacted immediately to the touch, down to her belly button and further over her pubic mound between her widely spread legs. The free hand massages her breasts, gripping them tightly and hard, just as she loves it. She pushes up her large breast, her tongue reaching the tip of her stiff nipple. The fact that she couldn't quite get it in her mouth made her even more excited. The dolphin played around her hard clit, Carol groaned loudly. With one quick movement she inserts the vibrating pleasure dispenser deep into her hot vagina, then pulling it out again and pressing its vibrating tip against her throbbing clit again.
"May I help?" The man's voice made her wince, speechless with shock she draws her legs up and tried to cover her large breasts with her arms. The shame of being caught doing something supposedly forbidden makes her cheeks glow red. Completely unmoved by Carol's reaction, the voice continues: “I am Tyron, your neighbor, you must be Carol. Do you like our jacuzzi? ”The words penetrate her head slowly. “Did he say our pool? Tyron? Neighbor? He knows my name? ”Carol couldn't get a word out. Everything was spinning in her head. She could only stare at him. Her whole body was paralyzed. Tyron had the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Tall, muscular, tanned and completely naked, he fixed her with a big smile. She had no idea how long he had been watching her. Obviously he liked what he saw. A magnificent erection clearly showed his arousal. Perhaps she should have run away, shouted for help, screamed, thrashed out, or done anything that was morally decent and more correct when this manly gem climbed into the pool with a naturalness that made it seem like they'd been in for years Pair. She didn't do any of that, no screaming, no fleeing, no calling for help. Instead, she relaxed. Carol took her hands from her breasts, stretched her legs and looked deep into Tyron's blue eyes. Inside, she knew exactly that one of her wishes was just coming true and that she didn’t want to miss this opportunity. “You can help me, Tyron. Make me happy". Carol couldn't believe she had said that herself. It almost seemed to her that she was looking at herself as if in a movie. But then she felt his hands on the insides of her thighs and their lust, the throbbing clitoris and the lustful pulling in her vagina. These feelings weren't a movie or a dream. They were real.
Slowly his strong hands slide up her thighs without touching her throbbing vagina. They slide further up to her breasts. Her hard nipples stretch out towards his hands. His big, strong hands grip tightly, knead and squeeze her breasts, play with her nipples and slide back down to her thighs. Carol lifts her pelvis, almost pleading with him, but Tyron doesn't do her this favor. Not yet. He plays with his tongue on her nipples, she feels his delicate penis tip under water on the inside of her thighs. Your lust has become almost unbearable. Again she pushes her pelvis towards him. "Please, take me," she almost yells these words at him. This time Tyron gives in to her supplication. His hand goes into her hot column, he massages her pearl with his thumb while his fingers penetrate deeply into her at the same time. Her lust grows and she longs almost painfully to feel his magnificent penis inside her. Tyron seems to be able to read her mind. He turns her slightly on the seat, pushed her legs even further apart, lifts her pelvis with his hands and penetrates her deeply with just one push without hesitation. Carol moans loudly with pleasure, she embraces her breasts, massaging them hard. She hears herself screaming " lifts her pelvis with her hands and penetrates deeply into her with just one push without hesitation. Carol moans loudly with pleasure, she embraces her breasts, massaging them hard. She hears herself screaming " lifts her pelvis with her hands and penetrates deeply into her with just one push without hesitation. Carol moans loudly with pleasure, she embraces her breasts, massaging them hard. She hears herself screaming "**** me, **** me, yes, yes ". And Tyron *****you. Firm, hard, deep, Carol noticed how she can barely control herself. His magnificent penis filled her completely, it is made for her. She screams with pleasure with every thrust. Her whole body seems to glow, a volcano is seething inside her. Suddenly, just before the volcano erupts, Tyron eludes her. "Turn around, kneel on the seat," he commands in a rough, hard voice. Carol follows him immediately. His tone of command, his strength and harshness arouse her just like his touch, which fulfilled her wishes without a word. She kneels on the seat, her big breasts hanging over the edge of the pool. Her hard nipples brush against the edge of the wood paneling. Tyron's hand goes through your buttocks, his fingers penetrate her hot, wet vagina, which now lies freely above the surface of the water and dripping with lust and desire in front of him. His hand slips out again, is everywhere. He kneels behind her, thrusts his penis deep into her again without hesitation, hitting her plump buttocks with one hand again and again, the other hand pulling her head back. She is his slave, his subordinate. The slight pain, its power, Carol's orgasm is like an explosion. Lightning bolts rise from her vagina and penetrate her whole body, her whole body is fire, his penis is held in place by the spasms that are twitching through her. With a throaty scream he pours into her. repeatedly hits her plump buttocks with one hand, the other hand pulls her head back. She is his slave, his subordinate. The slight pain, its power, Carol's orgasm is like an explosion. Flashes of lightning rise from her vagina, penetrating her whole body, her whole body is fire, his penis is held in place by the spasms that are twitching through her. With a throaty scream he pours into her. repeatedly hits her plump buttocks with one hand, the other hand pulls her head back. She is his slave, his subordinate. The slight pain, its power, Carol's orgasm is like an explosion. Flashes of lightning rise from her vagina, penetrating her whole body, her whole body is fire, his penis is held in place by the spasms that are twitching through her. With a throaty scream he pours into her.
Carol wakes up, as is often the case on the first few nights in a strange apartment. She needs a few seconds to orientate herself. "" What's up, neighbor, should I get it for you again? "" Get it for me, Tyron, please ". Smiling happily, she sinks back into the pillow.