As the last sounds of my parents car drove away from the driveway, I sighed. My parents had decided that they wanted a two day trip by themselves and leave me alone.
I could assume what they would be doing, having sex in a hotel.
So I decided, why shouldn't I have sex too?
I have a neighbour, we live in a unit, us Unit A and him in Unit B.
His name was Andy and he was 57.
He had known me since I was 5, to now, me being 18.
I was legally allowed to have sex. I had never had a real cock in my pussy. I did have experiments at night secretly while my parents were asleep, trying out my hairbrush stick, an eggplant, cucumbers, my whole fist, a cheap dildo, the long round pole of my desk.
I had masturbated, watched porn, listened to audio, played sex simulators, however my urge to have sex did not die but flamed even more.
So I thought the safest way would be to have sex with my 57 year old neighbour.
The idea got me so wet.
Fingering my tight little pussy, I wondered what would surprise him.
His wife had just recently passed away a few months ago and he really did have no friends. There would be no visitors so it would be safe to wear anything inappropriate.
My mum and I had the same size in clothes.
Looking through her wardrobe, I found a sexy pair of red lacy lingerie, black see-through tights and red heels. My breasts were quite bigger than my mum's, so my breasts could not be contained within the lingerie. However, that made me very sexy, I was pleased with my look.
I was blonde, pale skin, blue eyes. I put on some makeup, bright red lipstick, some eyeshadow and a pat of cream. Perfect.
Deciding whether I should tie or leave my hair out, I decided to leave my hair down. It would be sexy if he yanked my hair when we were having sex. I got so aroused in thought.
My heels clicked on the hard pavement. Bravely, I knocked on his doors.
I shouted my name. Andy opened the door with a bright face, however seeing me dressed up, his face changed. He looked so aroused, scanning my body as I stood staring at the lump on his pants. It was pointy by the time I looked up at his face, I blinked innocently.
I had actually seen him hard a few times, when we had Christmas parties, when he saw my cleavage. Once I was in the toilet, he opened up on me, I saw the lump on his pants swell up.
These things had lead me up to deciding that I should have sex with Andy, because I was sure he would say yes, and i had known him from a young age, I was sure he would not hurt me.
Andy stammered, asking why I was here. Without any reply, I simply stepped inside. When I walked past him, my fingers brushed on his cock through his pants, Andy gasped quietly.
I walked into his wife's room, Andy and his wife slept separately because Andy snored and his wife grew tired of his habit. Anyways, in remembrance, he had kept all her things packed away in her room.
I entered the room, lay on the bed and spread my legs open. Andy kept silent, watching me. I beckoned him closer and ripped the black see through tights close to my wet pussy. Underneath, I was pantiless.
Andy took in a short breath. Admiring my tight pussy.
He took a step closer.
I closed my eyes and waited.
A few seconds later, i felt something wet on my pussy. It shoved its way around my clit, tried to dig into my vagina. It was his tongue.
This was new to me. Although I had tried to imitate tongue licking by rubbing metal spoons against my clit, nothing could capture the moment of my wet pussy being licked.
Thinking that my pussy was wet enough, Andy roughly shoved his middle finger in my pussy. I gasped.
I had done this myself before, but someone else fingering me was a whole different story. It just got me wet by the fact that Andy was fingering me. And he was doing this on his wife's bed.
