The Lucky Neighbor

The Neighbor

Important Notes:

1.      The events of this story are 100% true up to Chapter 2. I will wait for your feedback to decide whether we should incorporate fictional elements into the next chapters. At the beginning of each chapter, I will indicate whether it is true, fictional, or a mix of both.

2.      The story began in 2022 and is still ongoing as of January 17, 2025.

3.      The events of this story happens in Cairo,Egypt.

Chapter One

It all began the day she moved into the apartment across from mine. At first, we didn’t interact—I barely even saw her. That changed one evening when I came home from work and found her struggling with a mountain of grocery bags outside her door. The bags looked heavy, so I offered to help. She smiled gratefully and said, “Oh, that would be so appreciated.”

That was the first time I really saw her. She was stunning. Her skin was flawless, her eyes captivating, and her hair framed her face perfectly. She wore a short skirt that showed off her legs, which were just as beautiful as the rest of her. I was utterly enchanted. For days afterward, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I kept wishing for an excuse to talk to her again.

One evening, as I was opening my door, hers opened. She stepped out holding a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. “I made this for you,” she said, smiling shyly.

I tried to play it cool, saying I’d already eaten, but truthfully, I couldn’t wait to try it. I thanked her, took the plate, and later that night, I devoured it. It was the best spaghetti I’d ever had. As I ate, I couldn’t help but think, She can cook too? She’s perfect.

For the next few days, I didn’t see her. Then, one evening, there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, she was standing there, looking a bit nervous but smiling.

“I’d like to invite you to dinner tomorrow,” she said. “It’s to thank you for your help the other day.”

I accepted, telling her how incredible her spaghetti had been. She blushed and smiled, clearly pleased. The next evening, I showed up at her apartment. She had prepared a feast—dish after dish, all perfectly arranged on her dining table. After dinner, we moved to the living room and talked.

She asked about my job, my hobbies, and my life. I could tell she enjoyed my company; her laughter was genuine, her smiles warm. I didn’t want the night to end, but eventually, I had to leave.

A couple of nights later, just as I was getting ready for bed, there was a frantic knock at my door. I opened it to find her standing there in a short nightgown, a robe loosely tied over it. Her face was flushed, her hair slightly messy.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “There’s water everywhere in my bathroom, and I don’t know what to do. You’re the only person I could think to call.”

I assured her it was fine and followed her to her apartment. The bathroom was a mess—water pooled on the floor, the sink and drain both clogged. As I worked to fix it, my clothes got soaked, and she hurried to get me towels.

When she came back, her robe had slipped open slightly, revealing her cleavage and the curve of her legs. Her damp clothes clung to her body, and I couldn’t help but notice how breathtaking she looked.

After fixing the bathroom, I headed home, but her image stayed in my mind—her beauty, her warmth, everything about her was magnetic. The next day, she called me at work, her voice soft and sweet.

“I just wanted to thank you again for last night,” she said. “Can I invite you over for dinner again? Please, I insist.”

I hesitated for a moment, but her tone made it impossible to refuse. The next evening, I arrived at her door. She greeted me wearing a figure-hugging dress that left little to the imagination. Her hair flowed perfectly, and her smile made my heart race.

Dinner was another elaborate feast, but this time, the atmosphere felt charged. Every touch of her hand lingered a second too long; her gaze felt more intimate. By the time dessert came, the air between us was electric.

As I got up to leave, she stopped me. “Wait,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I need to ask you something.”

“Of course,” I replied, turning back to face her.

She hesitated, then finally said, “I know this might sound crazy, but… I want you. I want you to be mine. I don’t mean anything too serious—I just want someone who can make me feel alive again, who can love me without expectations. No strings attached.”

Her confession left me stunned. I couldn’t find the words to respond, and she quickly added, “Please, take your time to think about it. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I had to tell you how I feel.”

Then she shared her story—how her youth had been stolen by a loveless marriage, how her husband had been unfaithful, how she’d been lonely for so long. Her vulnerability hit me hard.

“I’ll think about it,” I said, my voice gentle. “Give me a couple of days.”

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I spent the next two days torn. The thought of her consumed me—her beauty, her kindness, her vulnerability. By the time Thursday rolled around, I’d made up my mind. I showered, shaved, and prepared myself.

Knocking on her door, I felt my heart racing. When she opened it, her face lit up with joy.

“I have good news for you,” I said.

Her smile widened. “What is it?”

“I accept your offer,” I told her.

Without hesitation, she threw her arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. Her warmth, her softness, everything about her felt right.

We didn’t waste any time. Our kiss started slow, deep, and passionate, but it quickly escalated. She led me to her bedroom, and as she slipped off her dress, I was left speechless. Her body was flawless—every curve, every inch of her, perfect.

As her dress slipped to the floor, I stood frozen, mesmerized by her flawless body. Her skin was smooth, her curves perfect in every way. She stepped closer, pulling me into another passionate kiss as her hands began unbuttoning my shirt.

We undressed each other slowly, savoring every moment. Once we were both bare, she guided me to the bed, her movements confident yet tender.

Our kisses deepened, and I let my hands explore her body—her soft curves, her firm yet gentle touch. She moaned softly as my lips trailed down her neck, over her shoulders, and to her chest. Her nipples were firm beneath my touch, and as I took them into my mouth, she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered breathlessly, arching her back as I gave her every ounce of my attention.

I moved lower, kissing down her stomach, her hips, and finally between her thighs. She shivered as I pressed my lips to her most sensitive spot, her soft moans growing louder with each stroke of my tongue.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, her voice shaking with pleasure. “No one has ever made me feel like this.”

I took my time, exploring every inch of her, bringing her to the edge again and again. Her body trembled beneath me as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she pulled me up, her lips meeting mine once more. “I need you,” she said, her voice thick with desire.

I positioned myself over her, and as I slowly entered her, she let out a soft cry of pleasure. She was so warm, so tight—it felt as if we were made for each other. We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync, every touch, every thrust building us both toward an inevitable climax.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her nails digging into my back.

I quickened my pace, her moans growing louder with each movement. Her body arched beneath me as she came, her cries filling the room.

As she trembled with pleasure, I couldn’t hold back any longer. And I asked where do i cum and she said come inside of me I buried myself deeper inside her, releasing everything as she wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me close.

We lay there afterward, our bodies entwined, her head resting on my chest. She looked up at me with a satisfied smile. “That was… incredible,” she said softly.

“You’re amazing,” I replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

As we lay together, her fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest. She seemed completely at peace, her contentment radiating in her soft smile. Then I asked, "Why did you want me to finish inside you? Are you on the pill?"

She replied, "I don't need the pill-I can't get pregnant."

I hesitated. "I'm so sorry."

She smiled reassuringly. "No, it's okay. I don't want kids anyway.

Besides, that just means you can fill me up as much au want."

After a while of cuddling, she turned to me, her voice a gentle murmur. “Stay the night,” she said, her eyes searching mine.

“I’d love to,” I replied, kissing her forehead.

Chapter Two

I forgot to tell you a little bit about her and her background. Herr name is Amal and I used to call her Amoula as a nickname, she comes from Alexandria which is a beautiful coastal town in Egypt. She told me that she comes from a rich family and she got married when she was 18 to a her dad’s friend son and it was almost an arranged marriage to keep the money inside the two families. She told that the marriage in the beginning was nice but then when they found out that she can’t have kids he abandoned her and started having affairs with other women. He was a drunk and so he would sometimes come back drunk snd she would face him  knowing that he cheats on her but she can’t get divorced because her dad wouldn’t let her do that. He died suddenly in a car crash in 2020 and she inherited all the money. The next year her father died and she inherited all of his money too because her mother died a long time ago and so she decided to move away from Alexandria to Cairo,  and my luck brought her to the apartment in front of me. She’s 160 Cm which is 5’2, I never asked her about her weight but every pound is in the right place, she had a beautiful clear white skin, a beautiful brown hair not too long but not too short either she had these big beautiful 36E boobs a big fat round ass and beautiful wide hips.

We drifted off to sleep, her body curled against mine, but by the time morning came, I found myself waking before her. The sunlight poured in through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her skin. She looked angelic, her body draped in the sheets, the curves of her form barely hidden.

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, trailing my lips down her back. She stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as she woke.

“Mmm, good morning,” she said, her voice husky and warm.

“I couldn’t resist,” I admitted, pulling the sheets away to reveal more of her. My hands roamed her body, exploring her soft curves.

She rolled onto her back, smiling up at me. “You don’t have to resist,” she whispered, pulling me down to her.

Our kisses grew heated, her hands sliding down my back as she guided me between her thighs. I entered her slowly, savoring the way her body welcomed me. This time, it wasn’t hurried or frenzied—it was slow and intimate, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

Her moans were soft and breathy, her nails lightly scraping against my shoulders. I kissed her deeply, our connection more intense than ever. As I brought her closer to release, she clung to me, her breath hitching with every movement.

When she came, her body tensed beneath mine, her cries muffled against my neck. I followed moments later, holding her tightly as we both found our release.

We stayed in bed for a while, talking, laughing, and sharing stories. Eventually, she got up to make breakfast, slipping on nothing but a loose robe that barely covered her. I watched her from the bed, captivated by her every move.

“Do you always look this good while cooking?” I teased, propping myself up on one elbow.

She laughed, glancing over her shoulder. “Only for you.”

As she cooked, I couldn’t resist. I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. My hands slid down her hips as I kissed her neck, her body leaning back into mine.

“You’re insatiable,” she said with a laugh, but there was no protest in her tone.

I turned her around, lifting her onto the kitchen counter. She gasped as I spread her legs, her robe slipping open. The morning sun highlighted every inch of her, and I couldn’t hold back.

We made love again right there in the kitchen, her moans echoing softly as we moved together

As she sat on the counter, her legs wrapped around me, I kissed her deeply, savoring the warmth of her lips. Her robe fell completely open, exposing her body to me in the soft morning light. She was radiant, her skin glowing, her eyes filled with desire.

I slid my hands along her thighs, spreading her further as I positioned myself. Her breath hitched, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for support as I entered her slowly.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, her head tilting back as her body adjusted to mine.

The counter creaked softly beneath us as I began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of us. Her fingers clutched at my shoulders, pulling me closer as I kissed her neck, her chest, and every inch of her I could reach.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.

“So do you,” I murmured against her skin, my hands gripping her hips as I picked up the pace.

Her moans grew louder, filling the kitchen as her body arched against mine. I could feel her tightening around me, her climax building with each movement.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her nails digging into my back.

I didn’t. I held her close, driving her over the edge. She cried out, her body trembling as she came, her legs squeezing me tightly. The sight of her completely lost in pleasure pushed me to my own release, and I buried myself deep inside her as I followed her into bliss.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath, our foreheads resting together.

“You’re incredible,” I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“So are you,” she replied, her smile radiant.

Afterward, we cleaned up and finally sat down to eat breakfast, laughing and teasing each other between bites. She seemed so carefree, so happy, and I couldn’t help but feel the same.

Later that afternoon, we decided to spend the day together. She suggested going to the movies, something she hadn’t done in a long time.

At the theater, she picked a romantic film and chose seats in the back corner. The room was nearly empty, just a few other people scattered throughout.

As the movie started, she leaned into me, her hand resting on my thigh. I could tell she had something else in mind. Her fingers began to slide higher, brushing against me through my pants.

“You’re trouble,” I whispered, trying to hide my grin.

“Maybe,” she whispered back, her lips grazing my ear.

Her hand unbuckled my belt quietly, and before I knew it, she had freed me from my pants. She started stroking me slowly, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

“Stay quiet,” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye as she lowered her head.

Her lips wrapped around me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. She worked her magic, her movements skillful and deliberate, driving me wild as she took all of me in her mouth.

By the time I finished, she swallowed every drop, her eyes locking with mine as she licked her lips.

“You’re unbelievable,” I whispered, pulling her close for a quick kiss.

Her smile was triumphant, but I wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. I reached under her skirt, my fingers finding their way to her warmth. She gasped softly, her hands gripping my arm as I teased her gently.

I started rubbing her pussy, and after she came twice, I stopped and teased her, saying, "That's enough for now." She looked at me with desire in her eyes, but we decided to finish the movie. By the time it ended, we were both still so horny. I leaned over and whispered, "When we get home, I'm going to finish what we started."

We went home, and as soon as we entered the apartment, she went straight to the bedroom. She grabbed my hands, took off her dress, and said, "Fuck me hard right now, I can't take it." She lay there on the bed, hugging me tightly while we made love. It was so intimate and nice.

Afterward, I pulled out and started fingering her. Oh my God, she loved it. I focused on her G-spot, and whenever I touched it, she came instantly. I kept fingering her for quite a while, and she was in ecstasy. Then she said, "Give me that dick." She started sucking on me, then laid me down on the bed and said, "Let me ride that dick."

She climbed on top and started riding me, trembling from orgasm after orgasm. She knew exactly what she was doing. She kept coming, shaking, and shivering, and then we switched to doggy style. I kept thrusting into her while spanking her, and her beautiful white skin turned a lovely shade of red. I couldn't get enough of that view-her ass was absolutely perfect.

Eventually, I came inside her, and she said, "what would I do without you? You make me so fucking happy. I was miserable before you." I replied, "You've made me the happiest I've ever been in my life. I will never leave you."