DIRTY AFFAIRS WITH MY NEIGHBOR(II)

I stood in amazement as I looked at the care and detail he put into our little rendezvous. I barely expected such an extravagant and well thought out plan. I guess it was because I knew he was young and half because I simply did not know him or how he was. Either way, I was greatly impressed with his efforts and welcomed him into my home with open arms.We had a glass of wine each while we discussed the letter he sent me. He seemed a little shy at first but after a while he loosened up. He told me he never had a steady girlfriend because he wanted to focus on his studies and develop his craft. He had a passion for cooking and he knew he was good at it so he did not want to waste time while he was young. He knew he had potential and he wanted to realize it before he got involved in a serious relationship. He admitted that often he was lonely and would like the company of a woman, but it was hard to find one that was not clinging or demanding. I told him that I knew exactly what he meant and that his choice was a sound decision. I knew how demanding and time consuming a relationship could be. Things go wrong, things go right, either way, a relationship was like a house plant. With the right ingredients they grew amazingly but if one thing was off or you forgot to water it one week, they would die. Watering my relationship was a full time job so his comments hit home. We soon got acquainted and we sat down to the dinner at my dining room table. A little soft music rounded out the setting and we began to uncover all the wonderful dishes he had created from scratch in his kitchen next door. I assumed he had worked all day long judging by the amount of food he prepared. The dishes were presented wonderfully and the colours and textures worked well against each other. The whole apartment filled with the aroma of fresh cooked gourmet food. It had not smelled this way in almost a half a year. Since I was watching what I ate closely I rarely cooked big meals. The dinner he prepared for us was going to be a real treat. I even indulged in a few glasses of wine which I had not done in ages. The meal he served was amazing. The sea bass was poached in a white wine and garlic with capers and dill and it was outstanding. The other dished he made were healthy variations of richer pasta primavera dishes and assorted exotic rice recipes. The choices he made for dinner to cook were definitely made with me in mind. He knew I was very strict about what Iwould eat and took painstaking efforts to prepare healthy recipe variations on traditionally fattening foods. The whole meal was reminiscent of a gourmet dining experience brought to my door step by a sexy and romantic young man. I have to admit, our conversation was very engaging and he was well versed in many different topics. I found myself wondering how such a young, well bred, intelligent and romantic man was without a girlfriend. With his looks, personality and charm, he could land any woman he wanted. One thing led to another, and while I did the dishes at the sink, I felt Bruno wrap his muscular arms around my narrow waist and squeeze. He snuggled his soft cheek into the nape of my neck and kissed me softly. Goose bumps ran all down my back as his lips barely touched my warm skin. His contact broke my resistance down immediately and although he was half my age I found myself growing wetter by the moment as his hands wandered slowly up my flat tummy. As Bruno reached my boobs, he found my perpetually erect nipples beneath my top. He raked his nails gently around my puffy areolas and made my knees weaken. My nipples had always been sensitive and somehow seemed like they were connected directly to my pussy. Lubrication dripped into my silk panties as he spun me around gently and lifted my top off over my head. He reached behind my back and unbound my bra in an expert fashion. My large breasts fell from the D-cups onto my rib cage as he cupped them together and began sucking on my nipples. I was putty in his hands as he lifted my off my feet and carried me to the sofa in the living room. The next thing I knew I was completely naked as he stood over me removing his shirt and then unbuckling his pants.Bruno’s throbbing rod popped out from his boxers as he let them drop to the floor at his feet. Seeing the glistening head from the clear fluid that leaked from his urethra, I just had to taste him. I gently grabbed the long thick shaft of his unit and pulled it to my mouth. Allowing him to push his meat all the way to the back of my throat, I massaged his warm soft ball sack while I flicked my tongue around the head inside my mouth. My saliva was drooling down the sides of his cock as it pumped in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. I desperately wanted him to cum in my mouth, as the taste of his hot semen would send me into a sexual frenzy. I resisted the urge to suck too hard though, because I knew he would be spent afterwards and wouldn’t want to fuck me – which is what I wanted more than anything. I moaned with gratification as I slobbered over his dick, taking it out of my mouth momentarily to lick the shaft and suck on his balls before planting it straight back inside as I massaged my tongue around it. As I sucked him I lowered my right hand down to my crotch and began to gently nudge my clitoris through my panties, which was getting quite sticky. “Lie down” I commanded, as I removed the last of my clothing.