Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed!
The last 3-4 days I've been edging like crazy, mostly with my vibrators. I haven't cum since this weekend, which was the last time my Man came over to use my holes.
Today I was using my hitachi wand. It's pretty loud but I'm careful about closing the window, covering up with a blanket and pillow to muffle the sound, that kind of thing. I had my little tank top and shorts on because frankly that thing is too intense to put directly on my clit. Unless I'm being tortured, but that's another story.
Anyway, I'm edging along, imagining all kinds of filthy things and dirty memories. I can hear that my neighbor is home next door, across the wall, but I'm not really concerned. I've lived here over a year and I'm sure he can't hear much, he probably has the TV on and other stuff he's doing. I've heard him fucking before and I'm sure he's heard me. We have our own lives. Whatever. I wasn't thinking, I was edging.
A few minutes later there's a knock on my door.
At first I don't stop, hoping they'll go away. But then they knock more insistently. I turn off the vibe and get up and answer the door.
Standing at the door was my neighbor. He's your average-looking paunchy white guy who's probably at the tail-end of middle age. Receding hairline, thin eyebrows, oily-looking skin, you get the idea. usually when I see him he has nice work clothes on, a suit and tie. Now he's wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I don't know his name, I've seen him probably a total of 4 times and the most we've ever said is a quick hello.
"Hi..?" I said stupidly.
"Hey how are ya." And then he was coming in. He pushed in so quickly that I wasn't even prepared to stop him or start shutting the door. He turned and locked my fucking door right behind him.
"Excuse me," I said. "What the fuck?"
"Look," he said. "I need to say something to you, private."
Oh god.
"Okay," I said.
"Your vibrator," he said, and I started to shake my head. "No," he said. "I fucking hear that thing every fucking day. I hear it at night, in the morning, during my workday. I hear that goddam thing in my dreams."
"I'm sorry, it's justβ" I imagine I was going to make up some bullshit, like that it's a physical therapy massager.
"No," he said. And all of a sudden, his hand was in my shorts, but by the time what he was doing registered in my edge-numbed brain, his hand was over my mouth and he'd pushed me against the wall.
"Don't say anything," he said, just as I was saying "What the fuck, stop" against his hand. "Don't." His finger slid right into my pussy and I shuddered. "Whoever is fucking you obviously isn't doing it right now, I get that. But you clearly need to be fucked. Your fucking pussy is sopping and your vibrator is..." He sighed in exasperation. "It is killing me, ma'am. Miss. Girl. I don't know your name. But I know you need to be fucked, so I'm gonna fuck you, and I want you to let me. Then you can give me a goddam night without a fucking buzzsaw in my ear, and we never have to tell anybody or talk about this again."
I whimpered against his hand as he continued to finger me, sliding in a second finger now. "Ohhmf," I breathed against his hand.
He looked down at my big tits, the sides of which were visible in my little tank. He took in my thick thighs. His fingers slid deeper and I shook.
"I can make you cum harder than that thing can anyway," he said gruffly.
I looked at him and considered. The Man who fucks me might not be happy about this...but I wouldn't necessarily have to tell him, either. And fuck. I was so fucking wet, and getting wetter by the second.
I didn't nod or say anything but my neighbor seemed to feel a shift in me and he pulled his hand away, only to replace it with his mouth. He kissed me hard, shoved his tongue into my mouth. His fingers continued to move inside me, rubbing steadily inside my pussy and hitting my g-spot over and over. I moaned as he kissed me.
"Do you always get this wet?" he murmured.
"Yes," I whispered.