It was recently, maybe three or four months ago, when new neighbours moved into the house next to mine. It was a relatively empty living space, which tenants did not come to often. But, at that time, it didn’t particularly excite me, because they were strange people, unfriendly… That family, which fortunately moved away, told everyone around me that I was the main culprit for my wife leaving me. The truth, however, was quite different – my ex-girlfriend had an affair outside of marriage. I obviously wasn’t good enough for her.

The fact that the barons moved away pleased me personally, and I was finally able to breathe a little. However, the arrival of a new family surprised me a bit because it was all unannounced, fast and sudden. Out of pure decency, I went out to greet and greet them, to welcome them into the neighbourhood. At first glance, it seemed that we would get along well because we were of similar age – the middle of the 40s.

My new neighbour, according to his build and the size of his stomach, spent more time drinking mugs of black beer than he did in the gym. His wife, although of similar age, looked very attractive and tense. Apparently, she took great care of her appearance. She had a supple and muscular body, with delicate long hair, delicate hair, blonde… It’s not that I was completely indifferent. But, although any normal person would think of an attractive neighbour, that was not the case with me.

The day after the meeting, my heart stopped! Their daughter, barely an adult, appeared. Extremely sexy, but at first glance naive and innocent.

She looked a lot like her mother. She had long blonde hair that reached to her thighs, long sculpted legs, which she knew how to stand out by wearing short skirts with colourful patterns. Almost semi-transparent, so that the panties could be seen! Azure blue eyes and youthfully firm breasts the size of a man’s fist, were proudly directed towards the sky. She rarely wore bras, so their contours were clearly emphasized in the spring sun.

Although I did not intend to create neighbourly problems and try anything, whether, with my mother or my daughter, I noticed that I was getting more and more excited. True, for a while I was alone and without a woman’s caress. But neighbours? That’s not right at all.

I did not expect to have anything more with them than good neighbourly relations and everything they bring with them. Let’s take care of each other’s apartment when we are not here for a long time, help each other upon arrival from the supermarket… And you already know how it goes with the neighbours. For a drink, from time to time and that’s it.

However, like most things in life, I could not control this completely. A couple of months later, as soon as I finished work and relaxed with a glass of refreshing drink, around eight o’clock in the evening, someone rang my doorbell.

It was her – she looked me straight in the eye, visibly upset. Everything seemed as if she was out of breath, and her eyes were red and crying. However, all those things together could not affect her incredibly sexy appearance. What’s more, in such a helpless state, vulnerable, she seemed even more attractive. The well-groomed blonde hair fell over her shoulders, and her white blouse was unbuttoned to the “critical zone.” The white lace bra barely kept the playful breasts in one place.

As usual, the short skirt was sewn from fluttering material and reached almost to the knees. So, it was not too short but reduced and with exceptional taste. She did not wear socks, but she wore expensive white shoes with high heels. After a while, I realized that I had been staring at her sculpted body for an inappropriately long time and invited her inside. Hoarse and trembling voice, obviously surprised by her appearance.

She entered with a light and gentle step, with the inevitable “thank you, Mr Thomas.” Then, somehow clumsily and quickly, as if justifying herself in a gentle girl’s voice, she told me that her house was locked without her having a key. The parents are with a friend and probably did not hear the phone when she called them. By gesturing my hands, I showed her the way to the dining room, where there is a large dining table that I also use as a work table. It was full of various papers, bills and other “details”, which I put aside with one movement of my hand. Just enough to have enough room to drink.

I asked her to make herself comfortable and relax until I made coffee and brought something concrete to drink. A girl named Priscilla politely thanked me for the offer to sit down and asked if she could get a glass of water and coffee first. Strong and black, of course without sugar. The affirmative nodding was enough for her to sit down and relax. At least that’s how it seemed to me.

I have to admit that I was neither comfortable nor indifferent. A young, extremely attractive and obviously scared girl alone in the house with me! That didn’t seem like a good combination. Fire and straw! The spark almost jumped. But I tried my best to remain a gentleman and curb my primal instincts to prolong the species.

How else can I describe it to you? She was the girl of my dreams, a fairytale princess who appeared at my front door alone and without an invitation. Going to the kitchen and coffee machine, I politely asked her what actually happened tonight, and how come she doesn’t have her key to the house?

She told me the plan was completely opposed. She went to a party with a friend and didn’t have to come back before morning. He took the opportunity and went out to have fun themselves. Priscilla didn’t want to carry the key, so she wouldn’t lose it. But unforeseen circumstances altered the plan as a whole.

When I asked her why she had to leave so early, she answered anxiously that she had problems with her boyfriend. She said – I was… and she stopped there as if she realized she was going to something where she shouldn’t be.

It was apparent that she wanted to confess to someone, but she did not have enough courage and trust to do it in front of me. But, in fact, I was not even interested in hearing about the problems of the youth, the only thing I wanted at that moment was to help my young neighbour and try to comfort her. But really, without a single ultimate intention.

Meantime, the coffee was ready, and with the service, I asked an extremely harmless question whether she managed to tell her parents what had happened.

She cupped a cup of still-hot coffee from both hands, as if trying to warm herself, and so squat, she answered briefly that she had not yet managed to do so. As she held the cup, she’s carefully trimmed nails painted bright red came to the fore and provided the perfect contrast to the cobalt blue coffee cups.

I offered to call her parents and tell them what had happened and that their daughter was safe. I thought that they would be able to go home earlier and pick up their sweetheart. I found her father’s cell phone number in my jacket and called him. After a long ringing, the neighbour finally answered. I briefly explained to him what had happened, and not to worry, that I would keep an eye on their daughter until they returned home.

Happy to have such an attentive neighbour, my new neighbour thanked me and told me that they were having dinner with some friends and that they were very comfortable there. I went back to the dining room. She had her back to me, so I paused for a moment to admire her, from the sidelines. She was leaning slightly toward the table, her flowing blonde hair. She turned slightly to me and gently gave me a great look over her shoulder, and through my hair. I laughed and felt something happen between my legs. The penis started to wake up and warns me of how it feels.

I quickly tried to get serious and get sweet dreams out of my head. Hey, she’s just an adult. I can be her father! I told her that I had talked to her real father and informed him of what was happening. I mentioned to her that I had told him that I thought she would feel comfortable in my company and asked if she minded me performing like that?

With a gentle and innocent smile, she told me that she feels really comfortable and that there are no problems. She thanked me culturally and politely for my words.

I used that opportunity to start a story about her problem. I asked her what really happened. Of course, if he wants to talk about it at all. I did it purely out of courtesy, sincerely hoping he wouldn’t want to talk about it, so we could move on to the sofa and watch the telly.

She thought for a moment. Her gaze was like a cloudy sky, and a tear dripped into the cup of coffee she caressed gently with her rosy lips. That was not a good sign! She looked me straight in the eye and asked if she could talk to me openly. She needed someone confidential enough, but again not so close. Apparently, she could not talk to her parents about that topic. She asked me to keep it strictly between us because it is a shame to say anything about it to my parents.

With tears in her eyes, she simply begged me to be like that. She broke me, as she would break any other man in my position. Her voice was full of sobs!

How could I refuse her? I accepted her request and wish. I promised her that I would do literally everything in my power to help her. However, I made it clear to her that I am a bit out of shape because I have been out of love problems and events between a man and a woman for a long time.

With a light smile, I tried to pamper and encourage her, to cheer her up and relax her. It was supposed to be like a joke, a joke or something like that. She started talking.

She told me how her boyfriend, Mike, came to that same party. In a trance, under the influence of alcohol or a purely nonsensical excuse, he tried to touch her. He slipped his hand under her bra and started rubbing her nipples. She told me that she did not expect that, nor did she want it to happen at that moment.

Her story caught my attention in an instant, and I thought – what a lucky man, he managed to touch the diamonds! But I examined myself and asked her why she thought it was wrong? Anyway, with authority.

Well, you see, she said with visibly red cheeks, then she stopped and looked away, slightly lowering her head. She gathered her courage and said she was not innocent. She had sex about a year ago, but it felt awful. It was simply a trauma for her. Her boyfriend at the time did not care about her and her feelings, or even her condition. He was reckless and thought only of personal satisfaction. He was very rough, it hurt and she was bleeding. After all that, she felt very cheap, like a whore under a bridge in the middle of a rainy autumn night!

For her, sex became a method of punishment, not lust and pleasure. She decided never to practice it again. She sobbed, her head bowed and very excited by the memories of the moment of losing her virginity. I approached her, brought my chair closer to hers, lightly thinking about what to say and how to react.

I mentioned to her that I am very sorry for the events she went through, but that it should not and must not affect her further life. Sex is not like that, I told her gently and quite quietly. I explained to her that it should not and does not have to hurt, that it should represent complete satisfaction and lust. That should be enjoyable, wonderful and exciting. It will be that she only had a bad experience with a bad guy, and that’s it. I also reminded her not to worry, that it won’t always be like that.

She looked at me gently, full of questions in her eyes red with tears, lightly brushing her wet cheeks. She walked towards me as if she wanted me to hug and comfort her, but I didn’t want to scare her. She looked down at me, saying her friends were telling her how all the guys are like that. Rude and careless.

What could I tell her other than those young men are like that because they didn’t have experience and they don’t know what girls need to feel perfect? I told her that they would learn in time, and she would enjoy it. Which is true, isn’t it?

Unexpectedly, she straightened up, wiped away her tears, got serious and directly asked if I knew how to make sex pleasant! I was left in shock! I jumped off the chair as if all the lightning was hitting me, and all sorts of images were running through my head. I pondered what that girl actually wanted?

She must have seen my shock! She added that she apologized and that she did not mean anything bad, but that she was afraid that she would be denied a male touch for life because she would be afraid of him. I paused to think deeply about what to say to her and how to react. I looked at the attractive young girl sitting in front of me, her round breasts pressed into a tight white lace bra, covered with a silk blouse that seemed to be united with her well-groomed skin!

I decided not to miss this opportunity – not to say that I want to use it to the maximum. She may be tired, vulnerable and sad. But it was all set up to seduce this girl. My penis got aroused and started to grow at an unprecedented rate, so I thought about taking my dear young neighbour. But I had to do it in a way that my neighbours wouldn’t get angry.

I’ll figure out a way to keep it a secret, and never tell anyone what really happened. I got up slowly, took a few steps around the table and, standing next to her, looked down, straight at her. I had a perfect view through the cleavage and used that opportunity to say that the boys look at it all too quickly and the only thing they are interested in is to take off the girls’ panties. But, I added, real men know how to relax a girl and make her interested in sex. Simultaneously, I added that I can show her how a girl relaxes, of course, if she really wants to.

I intentionally ended the sentence with a question, to see how she reacts to it. She said nothing, looked me straight in the eye and took a glass of drink. I approached her lightly from behind and began massaging her shoulders. Gently! At first, there was no reaction or response. She was still hard and tense.

However, after a short and patient massage of the tense muscles of the shoulder girdle, I noticed that he was relaxing slightly, and the next thing was to lower the cup to the table. Massaging her shoulders, I leaned forward slightly and removed the silky blonde hair from my shoulders, opening the way to a delicate white neck, lined with perfectly groomed skin. Naturally, bathed inexpensive and sexy perfume. What could I do but put a kiss on her neck?

There was a low moan and his shoulders relaxed abruptly. I devoted a few minutes in that position, gently kissing her neck. Then, I switched to gently bite her ears, listening all the time as her sigh became deeper and more challenging. She was relaxed, so I went into action!

I slowly started rubbing it on the front of my body and chest, following the contour of the bra. She shivered for a moment, paused for a moment, and with a strong sigh shook with pleasure. She looked me straight in the eye. I continued on, unbuttoning button after button on my blouse, and my young neighbour did not complain or say a single word.

After unbuttoning all the buttons, I had access to a perfectly sculpted stomach and delicate skin. She didn’t complain. On the contrary, she stimulated me by twisting slightly. And the bra was removed from the road to firm breasts. All that could be heard was a sigh and my chest protruded towards me saying “take us, take us”. She must have liked it all very much.

I used that opportunity to turn her chair towards me. She began to breathe rapidly as if she liked the whole situation very much. The shy girl looked away from the floor as if she was still not sure what was happening. I ran my tongue gently over my nipples, hard and swollen to the point of cracking. Encouraged, I spent some time caressing and teasing them. With a groan, she began to tremble in her chair.

Still dealing with her tits, I knelt on my knees, directly in front of her. I gently began to spread her legs, so that she didn’t even notice what was happening and where I was at that moment. Her excitement was at a very high level, so she started to spread her legs. I touched and licked her thighs lightly, from the outside to the inside. At that moment, she shivered until then. She was completely relaxed and calm. I pushed my hands under her mini skirt and started breathing hard myself. The prize was at hand.

I gently touched the panties that made the set with the white lace bra. Her pussy was clearly visible, wet and fragrant. I ran my finger over it, and it was a sign that the pass was free. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me. I was irritating the surroundings of the gold mine, and it was getting wetter and more fragrant. She clung to me, which was a very good sign!

She moaned and adjusted herself on the chair so that it would be easier to move her panties to the side. Willingly and with her hands! Naked pizza was “on the run.” I gently caressed her, licked and soaked up all the juices she produced. She was smooth and shaved, waxed and cared for in the most effective possible way. The taste of her kitten was wonderful. Her clit grew under my tongue and became firmer and wetter. Her hips swayed to the rhythm of my tongue.

I tucked my finger lightly into her slit. First one, then another… She moaned and twisted harder and harder. She didn’t complain. The G-spot was also conquered, and her moaning turned into mild howls. My fingers were already quite wet, and I felt it near the climax. Then, her vaginal muscles began to tighten and relax in a pulsating rhythm, until she screamed loudly and looked me straight in the eye! It seemed to me that it lasted for hours and days until she was completely relaxed and said – thank you, neighbour. Next time we go further, this is perfect!

At that moment, her phone rang. Her parents called to let her know that you had arrived home and to convey their gratitude to me for taking care of their daughter. She said in a playful voice that she was extremely pleasant in my company and that I was a considerably better person than she could have concluded when they moved in.

Since then, my young neighbour has been visiting for coffee more and more often, when she is isolated or requires some advice. Parents, of course, do not suspect anything. To our mutual happiness!