The neighbor

 Carol opened the door to her new home. She would live here for about a year now. That's how long her boss had estimated to get the new luxury hotel up and running. That was her job. New luxury hotels are looked after until all initial problems have been resolved, the staff is well-established and the guest is completely satisfied. Although Carol worked in hotels, she didn't want to live there as well. She needed distance from her work to be able to do it well. So she had 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 emailed cell phone photos. The contact was entirely online. The apartment was actually a penthouse apartment. A bedroom with an adjoining bathroom, a separate guest toilet and a large living room with an open kitchen and dining room and a hallway from which these rooms led. In front of the large glass front of the living room there should be a roof terrace with a whirlpool and a sauna house. The description was great, hopefully it keeps what it promises.
So far, however, Carol has not been able to see any of the advantages of the apartment. She located the master light switch, which she vaguely remembered should be somewhere on the right wall of the entry hallway. She groped down the dark hallway but found only one door. Carol opened it. “Wow”, what she saw excited her immediately. She 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.
In that moment she knew exactly what she was going to do next. The first nights in new apartments always scare her a little. She felt alien, 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 that her friend Angie had given her with a big grin at the last meeting: "He can always do it, whenever and however you want," she said. Probably an allusion to her ex. Sven and they just didn't get along. Then when they both wanted sex at the same time, which was rare enough, he didn't manage to 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" was always the same, he sucked on her nipples, briefly rubbed her vagina, when she then got wet, which was almost a miracle given the clumsy fiddling, he quickly penetrated her and was finished 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 he was speaking in a foreign language. At least she didn't want it that way. They broke up three months ago. If she has a relationship again, everything has to be right. She wanted to tell the guy what she wanted, right from the start. No, she didn't want to have to say anything, she wanted a man who knew what he had to do without many words.
Anyway, the waterproof, vibrating, dolphin-shaped pleasure dispenser was exactly what she wanted now. The sight of the pool, the view of the city, had whetted Carol's appetite. She felt the slight throbbing of her clit and the moisture between her thighs. "Patience, patience" she reminded 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 was now able to see her entire surroundings. In front of the large mirrored cabinet in the bedroom, she undressed and 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 stiffly and lustfully. Her right hand slid down and briefly disappeared into her panties. She ran a finger through the wet crack and circled her pearl. She slowly 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 high and she would feel relief afterwards. Still, she called herself back. "Wait, the pool is about to get a whole lot better." She drew back her damp fingers, tracing a glossy line across her clean-shaven mound. The idea of ​​climaxing with a waterproof vibrator in a warm whirlpool, surrounded by bubbles of air that caressed her body, while having an awesome view of the city lights seemed a lot better than a quick orgasm in front of the mirror in any to get bedroom.
Before she left the room, she took one last look at her now completely naked body. She liked what she saw. She was slim, her breasts very large for her build, almost unnatural. But only almost. Nature had been more than generous in allotting her breasts. As teenagers, these giant balloons had bothered her. At school, she was exempted from sports because of her breasts. Against her will, she liked sports, her breasts were not an obstacle for her. Only later did she realize that her male classmates and the young sports teacher could hardly bear the sight of these breasts without clearly showing them in the baggy sports pants. Now, as a grown woman, she loved her breasts. She knew what pleasure she prepared an intense, skillful massage.
Her whole body was tanned. After separating from Sven, she had booked a nudist vacation. A first step to live out your wishes. One evening she had stayed a very long time on the beach. She enjoyed the sea, the wind caressing her naked body. She had completely forgotten that 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 bulge in his shorts was clearly visible. Her sight once again did not miss its effect. Carol found herself aroused by the stranger's stare. Maybe he could give her what she wanted? She got up and walked towards him without thinking, no inhibitions, no moral conscience holding her back. She took his hands and pressed them firmly to her breasts. "Touch me" she signaled to him. She could read his astonishment in his eyes, he probably hadn't expected that. Too quickly his hands slid down to her hot love cave. What then came was like Sven. She was not aroused by his wild, impetuous, aimless fingering. Her brain switched on again. He had just removed his shorts and was about to throw himself over her when Carol lost all desire. Before he could penetrate her, she got up, gathered her things and simply left the puzzled beach boy with his really impressive erection. "It's a shame about this beauty, but no, I don't want that," thought Carol. She left the next morning. Too quickly his hands slid down to her hot love cave. What then came was like Sven. She was not aroused by his wild, impetuous, aimless fingering. Her brain switched on again. He had just removed his shorts and was about to throw himself over her when Carol lost all desire. Before he could penetrate her, she got up, gathered her things and simply left the puzzled beach boy with his really impressive erection. "It's a shame about this beauty, but no, I don't want that," thought Carol. She left the next morning. Too quickly his hands slid down to her hot love cave. What then came was like Sven. She was not aroused by his wild, impetuous, aimless fingering. Her brain switched on again. He had just removed his shorts and was about to throw himself over her when Carol lost all desire. Before he could penetrate her, she got up, gathered her things and simply left the puzzled beach boy with his really impressive erection. "It's a shame about this beauty, but no, I don't want that," thought Carol. She left the next morning. He had just removed his shorts and was about to throw himself over her when Carol lost all desire. Before he could penetrate her, she got up, gathered her things and simply left the puzzled beach boy with his really impressive erection. "It's a shame about this beauty, but no, I don't want that," thought Carol. She left the next morning. He had just removed his shorts and was about to throw himself over her when Carol lost all desire. Before he could penetrate her, she got up, gathered her things and simply left the puzzled beach boy with his really impressive erection. "It's a shame about this beauty, but no, I don't want that," thought Carol. She left the next morning.
She brushed aside thoughts of the beach boy disappointment, grabbed the little dolphin and the bottle of champagne that the apartment owner had kindly put in the fridge for her. "Welcome, have a nice time and many greetings to Tyron" was written on the post-it sticked to the bottle. Carol had no idea who Tyron was, but didn't give it a second thought either. The throbbing between her legs had gotten stronger, she was so wet that her juice was already running down her thighs and she finally wanted to live out her pool fantasy.
The water in the whirlpool was wonderfully warm and the rising air bubbles made her even more aroused. Slowly she stroked the vibrating tip of the dolphin around her nipples, which reacted immediately to the touch, down to her navel and further over her mons pubis between her widely spread legs. The free hand massages her breasts, she grabs it tight and hard, just like she loves it. Pushing up her large breasts, her tongue reaches the tip of her stiff nipple. The fact that she couldn't get them all the way in her mouth aroused her even more. The dolphin played around her hard clit, Carol moaned loudly.
"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 having been caught doing something supposedly forbidden makes her cheeks glow red. Completely unperturbed by Carol's reaction, the voice continues: "I'm Tyron, your neighbor, you must be Carol. Do you like our jacuzzi?” The words slowly slipped into her head. "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. But obviously he had liked what he saw. A magnificent erection clearly showed his excitement. Perhaps she should have run away, called for help, yelled, thrashed, or done anything that was morally decent and more correct when this male beauty climbed into the pool with her with an ease that made it seem like they had been a girl for years Few. She did none of that, no screaming, no fleeing, no calling for help. Instead she relaxed. Carol took her hands off her breasts, stretched her legs and looked deep into Tyron's blue eyes. Inside she knew exactly that one of her wishes was about to come true and she definitely didn't want to miss this opportunity. "You may 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 like in a movie. But then she felt his hands on the insides of her thighs and her pleasure, the throbbing clitoris and the lustful tugging in her vagina. These feelings were not a film and not a dream. They were real.
His strong hands slowly slide up her thighs without touching her throbbing vagina. They slide further up to her breasts. Her hard nipples stretch towards his hands. His big, strong hands grip her tightly, knead and squeeze her breasts, play with her nipples and slide back down to her thighs. Carol raises her pelvis, pushing it towards him almost imploringly, but Tyron doesn't do her this favor. Not yet. He plays with her nipples with his tongue, she feels his tender penis tip under water on the inside of her thighs. Her lust has become almost unbearable. Again she pushes her pelvis towards him. "Please, take me," she almost shouts these words at him. This time, Tyron gives in to her pleas. His hand goes into her hot slit, he massages her pearl with his thumb while his fingers penetrate deep into her at the same time. Her desire is getting bigger, almost painfully she longs to feel his magnificent penis in her. Tyron seems to be able to read her mind. He turns her slightly on the seat, pushing her legs even further apart, lifting her pelvis with his hands and penetrating her deeply with just one thrust without hesitation. Carol moans loudly in pleasure, she cups her breasts, massaging them hard. She hears herself screaming " lifts her pelvis with her hands and, with just one thrust, penetrates her deeply without hesitation. Carol moans loudly in pleasure, she cups her breasts, massaging them hard. She hears herself screaming " lifts her pelvis with her hands and, with just one thrust, penetrates her deeply without hesitation. Carol moans loudly in pleasure, she cups her breasts, massaging them hard. She hears herself screaming "**** me, **** me, yes, yes". And Tyron ****ed you. Hard, hard, deep, Carol noticed how she can hardly contain herself. His magnificent penis filled her completely, it was made for her. With every thrust she screams with pleasure. Her whole body seems to glow, a volcano is bubbling inside her. Suddenly, just before the volcano erupts, Tyron eludes her. "Turn around, kneel on the seat," he orders in a rough, hard voice. Carol immediately follows him. His commanding tone, his strength and hardness excite her just like his touch, which fulfilled her desires without a word. She kneels on the seat, her big breasts hanging over the edge of the pool. Her hard nipples brush the edge of the wood paneling. Tyron's hand runs down her buttocks, his fingers penetrating her hot, wet vagina, which now lies free above the surface of the water and dripping with lust and desire. His hand slides out again, is everywhere. He kneels behind her, thrusts his penis deep into her again without hesitation, repeatedly smacks her ample 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. Lightning rises from her vagina and penetrates her whole body, her whole body is on fire, his penis is held in place by the spasms that shoot through her. With a throaty scream he pours himself into her. repeatedly hits her bulging 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. Lightning rises from her vagina and penetrates her whole body, her whole body is on fire, his penis is held in place by the spasms that shoot through her. With a throaty scream he pours himself into her. repeatedly hits her bulging 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. Lightning rises from her vagina and penetrates her whole body, her whole body is on fire, his penis is held in place by the spasms that shoot through her. With a throaty scream he pours himself into her.
Carol wakes up with a start, as she often does during the first few nights in someone else's apartment. She needs a few seconds to orientate herself. "What's up neighbor, do you want me to do it again?" "Do it to me, Tyron, please." Smiling happily, she sinks back into the pillows.