This isn’t a story this is how my first experience fooling around with an old neighbor was. If we spoken before I’ve probably told you this story, if not here it is. I was 18 and consenting when this story took place, so please don’t flag it.
When I was young I lived in the countryside and spent most of my teenage years and till I turned 21 there. I was a mischievous teenager who liked getting into trouble. I think my feelings towards showing skin and getting attention started when I was there.
I used to be a horny girl; I would go out in see-through tops without a bra around the block and loved seeing the men staring straight at my nipples. I still do this; however, I don’t go around the block anymore--just sometimes into the backyard or porch.
One of my neighbors was a lonely man (in his 60s probably); he lived across the street from my house. We had seen, talked, waved at each other ever since we moved into the house.
Except...I had never seen any of his family members: it was always only him. When I started high school I started talking to him, seeing him at the bus stop or local markets he always stopped me for a chat. After I graduated, I had started university and moved out of my parents' house but visited home every week.
One fine day during my semester break when I had gone home, he finally asked me that, if I was okay with it, could we hang out? Since he had no family he was mostly lonely and would like some company. He suggested we could watch movies or meet over snacks. I always felt sad for him because of this and considered giving it a try!
We gradually built a routine where we hung out often. I had gotten super comfortable with him. We sat together on the couch watching movies or talking about silly things, passing time. I did this during the noon hours when my parents were at work.
After we'd hung out several times, a time came when we were watching a movie with some soft porn. He was sitting pretty close to me and had his hand over my shoulder rested on the sofa. I was pretty engrossed in the movie and did not pay attention to what was happening. I felt a cupping feeling on my boob but didn’t pay attention to it. I then felt the cupping again, when I looked, to my surprise he had his arm around me and was fondling my breast. I was taken aback and tried to shake his hand off without creating a scene. He still continued to fondle my breast, I then turned towards him trying to finally shake his hand off... when suddenly, he turned towards me and with both his hands pulled my top down, exposing my breasts.
I was shocked, but he grabbed my boobs with both his hands and started fondling my breasts with both his hands, pinching and pulling my nipples. He played with my tits rough. It was my first time experiencing it... I liked it... I quickly found that I was turned on! I began slightly moaning as he pinched and squeezed my nipples with his rough hands.
He pulled me towards him and starting licking my boob while still pulling and pinching my other nipple. I was aroused and wet. I had never done this before. He sucked my tits dry to the point they were sore.
He pulled my legs in a way to spread them. I was wearing a skirt; he lifted it, pulling my underwear to the side, and I felt the warm juices gushing out of me.
He gently rubbed my labia, flicking my clit and massaging it in a circular motion. I was so horny, I pulled down my underwear throwing it aside, lifted my skirt, and spread my legs wide for him. It was my way to tell him to do me more.
He rubbed my clit till I started squirting--this was my first time, and it was when I discovered that I can squirt! I was tired and sore. I left for home with an anticipation to meet again.
From then on when we would me meeting, I knew the drill: I wore deep neck tops and short skirts to his house. When I went I would head straight to the couch, put one leg on him and spread the other wide, lifting my skirt, hinting at my open pussy. I was a tease so often when I saw him in his backyard, I flashed him to increase the desire in him too.
I started going over to his place without any underwear, just a tiny skirt to cover my ass, but I always wore a bra because I liked the feeling of getting the bra forced open. Whenever I visited home, I went over to his house to get my pussy played.
We never went beyond this. He continued rough handling my boobs and rubbing my clit and fingering me. Time to time he would ask me for hand-jobs but that was about it.
I did this until I moved out 2 years later and went to university for my post grad.
To this day, I still masturbate thinking of him and getting done the similar way. I also believe my feelings for men way older than me came to be due to this.
I look forward to a day when I can enjoy this feeling again.
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