Sometimes life is neither boring, nor great. It is just mid. It keeps on going while nothing overly positive or overly bad is happening. A few years ago I was at that exact point. But then things changed more or less over night, my life got exciting and interesting again.

There was an empty apartment opposite of mine, on the other side of the street. Just a few meters away from my desk, from my home office. So close, but also far far away.

I often looked over into the apartment on the other side. In nearly every work break my eyes wondered over there. I even did some research about it: The place had gotten renovated and redone a few years ago, and was out for rent since then. But no one wanted it, mostly because it was to expensive for the part of town it was laying in. So it stayed empty for years.

Then, one morning, I was sipping a coffee while looking out of the window, there was something moving on the other side of the street. Some strong looking men were carrying boxes and furniture into the what seemed cursed place.

I kept on watching them for some time, I even looked down on the street and saw that they were unloading a huge truck. I wanted to watch a little bit longer, but worked called. I had a meeting with an important client that hated nothing more than when someone wasn’t on time.

After the meeting was over the movers were already done. Their truck was gone, and nothing was moving inside the apartment anymore: The cardboard boxes, the furniture the carried into it just stood there, totally randomly and unopened.

During the morning after the flat on the other side came back to life again. About a handful of people arranged the furniture and unpacked the boxes. Most of them were about my age, I was about thirty two years old back then, one was older, in her early sixties, and it seemed like she was the one calling the shots.

Then I had to work again. When I was done working, it had already gotten dark outside, and the curtains were drawn in the apartment on the other side. So someone had moved in on the other side of the street, but I still had no clue who my new neighbor, or my new neighbors would be. And yes, I war really curious about that. Don’t ask me why.

The following days went by with me being a peeping tom and trying to figure out who my new neighbor was. But luck was not on my side. It seemed like some ghosts had moved into the place, because all I got were signs that someone was living over there, but I never actually caught a glimpse of them.

I was on the verge of giving up when one day the older woman that seemed to have been calling the shots during the moving in was standing in one of the windows. She looked out, she looked over to my place, and she caught me looking over into hers. It was then that we saw each other for the first time, but that was all that happened on that day.

Time began to fly again, sometimes I saw her walking by behind a window, and as she later told me sometimes she saw me walking by behind a window. But then summer came around, it got hot in the city, and air conditioning isn’t really a thing were I was living, so the amount of clothes on my body, and as I should figure out on my neighbors body too, got less and less.

It was then that I caught my neighbor looking at me, and one day, when I looked back, she was naked. She stood behind her open window with no clothes on, pretending to be busy talking care of some plants on her window sill.

She looked awesome, there was an instant boner between my legs as I kept on staring at her. It didn’t took long until she realized that I was watching, it didn’t took long until she realized that the fish has taken the bait. It was her that upped the game by addressing me across the street: “Wanna come over, and have some fun with what you are looking at?”

My head went up and down, horny me was in full swing, but luckily I was smart enough to grab my keys on the way out. I was crossing the street when I heard the mature woman’s voice once more: “It is number sixty nine.”

Moments later the buzzing sound of a door opener was filling the air, then I hurried up the stairs towards her apartment. I then rang her doorbell, and a few seconds later she opened the door, still naked, with a huge smile on her well aged face, and then she asked me in.

After she had closed the door behind me we stood there in her hallway, my clothes were flying through the air, we were checking each other out from tip to toe while more and more tension was building up.

My hard one pointed straight towards her, I was on the verge on jumping onto her and fucking her good. It was then that she all of a sudden stopped me: “Keep yourself together. That is not how we do things here in my place. Follow me.”

A desperate moan might have left my body as I followed her over into her living room. She shook her hot ass for me, horny me was more than just in full swing, my dick was already leaking some pre cum. I was so ready, and I was assuming that I would fuck her good soon.

In the living room she placed herself on some big leather chair. After she had sat down, she looked at me. Gone was the smile from the beginning, there was a stoic expression on her face, and a harsh commanding tone in her voice: “What are you waiting for? Down on all your four, on the floor in front of me.”

A shiver drove through my body when I heard her order. My dick got a little bit harder, then a “yes, ma’am” came out of my mouth. Fuck, was an age old dream of mine coming true that night? Had I finally found a woman that was willing to dominate me?

Then I went down on all of my four. A smile was on her face while she looked down on me: “Good, for the future, that is your place.”

My head went up and down while another “yes, ma’am” came out of my mouth. Then she lifted her left foot off the ground and pointed it straight towards me: “Do you see the dirt on my sole? How about licking it clean for me?”

Moments later my tongue was licking the dirt of her sole. Once the first one was clean it was time for number two. She enjoyed my doing, and once I was done she promised me reward.

Hearing the word “reward” coming out of her mouth made my dick a little bit harder, it made me leak a little bit more pre cum. Pre cum that ended up on the floor beneath me. Something that I would have to take care off in the future.

But for now, for now it was reward time. The mature woman sitting on her chair in front of me slowly but steadily spread her legs for me. She showed me her more than tasty looking pussy, and once her legs were fully open I made a leap forward. Not that I planed on doing so, it just happened. It most likely had been my inner horny animal that made me to so.

My doing led to an immediate reaction from her side. A very dominant, very intimidating “stop” came out of the well aged woman’s mouth. Another shiver drove through my body as I complied, as I stopped all movement.

Shortly after I came to a standstill she addressed me again: “Who has allowed you to move forward? You weren’t actually thinking that I would allow you to taste my sweet pussy, don’t you?”

I immediately excused myself. I told her that I was sorry, that I lost control, and I promised her that something like that would never ever happen again. While doing so I moved back. She listened, watched my doing and then she gave me another order: “Stay there. Enjoy the show, and watch carefully.”

A few seconds later her fingers were on and inside her pussy. She knew the spots she had to hit, I did as told, I watched carefully, just in case it would be my turn to please her one day. It didn’t took long and her moaning was filling the room.

Her fingers kept on sliding in and out of her pussy as she drifted off deeper and deeper. Her intense moaning was filling the room when she began to squeeze her nipples with her free hand.

Watching her pleasing herself was nothing but a turn on for me. Saliva was running out of my mouth, and pre cum was running out of my dick. I wanted her. I wanted to join in. I wanted to stick my dick into her pussy.

But I held myself back. She would be angry, she would be more than mad if I’d move just a little bit from my place, in front of her, down on the floor, on all my four. It took a lot from me to hold me back.

The mature woman, my neighbor from the other side of the street, kept on pleasing, kept on fucking herself. Meanwhile three of her fingers were going in and out of her pussy. Her loud and intense moaning was filling the room. It was beautiful and hot to watch. One of the best shows I had seen so far in my life.

Then her whole body tightened. She was close to an orgasm. She gave herself one hard and deep thrust after the other. Her eyes were closed, her free hand was squeezing one of her boobs. She was giving herself a few last thrust.

Her fingers went in and out of her pussy. In and out. And in again. Then she came. Her whole body trembled as her moaning stopped and she collapsed into the chair she was already sitting in.

Her pussy leaked some juices while she came, and those juices ran down on her leather chair. She didn’t care about that, because my well aged neighbor was gone. She had fucked herself elsewhere.

I just sat there, waiting until she would regain herself. Saliva was still running out of my mouth, my rock hard dick was still leaking pre cum when my mature neighbor opened her eyes again. With a more than just satisfied expression on her face she gave me another order: “What are you waiting for? Clean up the mess I made, and clean up the mess you made. But don’t dare to touch my body while doing so.”

Another “yes, ma’am” left my mouth. Then I went forward, close, really close to her body and her pussy, it took me a lot to hold myself back and not dig in, and licked her leather chair clean. Her juices, her fucking juices, they tasted more than just great. I was immediately addicted, I wanted more.

After the chair was clean, I went down on the floor, I licked up my own pre cum. I made sure to not miss a single drop of it. My neighbor watched my doing, and I kept on going until she told me to stop.

She then made me stand up, my hard one – who luckily had stopped leaking pre cum – was still pointing towards her. She took notice of it, she even was licking her lips while starring at my erect dick: “We will have fun in the future. But for today we are finished. You are free to leave, don’t forget your clothes. And it would please me a lot if you’d abstain from touching yourself for the time being.”

I nodded with my head, I promised her to not touch myself. She then formally dismissed me, and then I got dressed. So did she. We then had a conversation. A long one. Were we talked about what just had been happening between the two of us. Were we got to know each other a little bit.

And where we came to the conclusion that we wanted, that we needed a round two. Better soon than later. So a few days later things got interesting again.