The apartment I am currently still living in had been my home since forever. For the first two decades of my life I had to share the place with my parents and to a certain degree with some older siblings.

But that passed by, when I was roughly twenty years old my parents moved out, they bought themselves a house with a garden in one of the suburbs. My siblings had already moved out before them, so I inherited my parent’s decades old, and therefore for very affordable tenancy agreement.

From that point on I mostly had the apartment on my own. Mostly, because a few weeks after my parents had moved out – they were so kind to leave me most of the household equipment – my first longtime girlfriend moved in with me.

She was about my age, we got along well, and a few months later she was out of the picture. What followed were a few hookups, and then the next love of my life moved into my place. It kept on going like that for more than a decade.

Giving up wasn’t my thing to do. I always hoped that the next one would be the one. The one to spent the rest of my life with, the one to maybe start a family with. The last thing was purely optional, and not a plan that had to be executed. Just to cure my disappointment, my broken heart with a series of superficial one night stands.

Luckily there was one person that mostly always was on my side. As children we called her the nosy neighbor, because she had to know everything, and gossiping was her biggest passion. She had her eyes everywhere in our apartment complex. She knew everyone and everything. She always had an open ear, and was mostly always around.

She was the one cleaning the stairways, sweeping the walkways and shoveling snow. She was one of the caretakers in our apartment complex. She got a free apartment out of it, and some money to supplement the rent she got.

The reason for her getting a rent was that her husband, a few decades her senior, had a heart attack and passed away when I was in my early teenage years. From that point on she rose her children on her own, and did a more than decent job. They all were able to climb the social ladder a few steps higher.

While the nosy neighbor stayed in her apartment. She could have moved out, into a smaller place after her last child had moved out, but she decided to stay. Because she liked the place, and she somehow was the still heavy gossiping soul of the whole building complex: Everyone knew her, mostly everyone liked her, but mostly everyone made sure to not give her too much, or maybe even the wrong information about their lives.

Not that it was needed. She was a great observer. She knew exactly about me and the state of my love life by just watching. Watching woman come and go, and to a certain degree, my behavior. She mostly always cheered me up when I was on a low.

We mostly always had a conversation when we ran into each other. We asked about our relatives, and sometimes even about how it was going in our lives. We became friends, sort of, while I was in my late twenties and she was in her early fifties. We sometimes even joked about our love lives.

Because the nosy neighbor, like me had no luck on that field. Her boyfriends came and then left her again. We both came to the conclusion that we were cursed, but both of us kept on trying to find partners for live. And we both didn’t realized that we eventually already had found them.

Some time, maybe a year or two later, I was around thirty three years old, and the nosy neighbor must have been around fifty nine years old, I once more got dumped. Someone decided that we are not made for each other, after roughly one year together. I really liked her, and she broke my heart.

She broke my heart that bad, that I didn’t even felt compiled to cure my pain like I did in the past: I just wasn’t in the mood, or had the strength to head out and fuck around. I spend my free time, my weekends mostly at home, watching cheesy movies while eating a gigantic amount of pizza.

Except some of my friends, of who most were busy founding a family, the nosy neighbor saw what had happened to me. We ran into each other surprisingly often back then. By far more often than we usually did. Her dress code has changed, had gotten more revealing. And she mostly always tried to cheer me up, while presenting her body in the past way possible.

But I didn’t saw her. At least not in the beginning. My heart was still to broken, but it was healing slowly. It was about three months after my breakup that the nosy neighbor decided to try an even more straight forward approach.

When running into each other on one of the outside pathways that were leading through the apartment complex we once more ran into each other. After about a minute of chit chat, the nosy neighbor dropped the following line: “Maybe you should try out an older, more experienced woman. Maybe that is what you need.”

Her saying put a smile on my face. Because I knew that she knew that I had been with older woman before. Not in a dedicated relationship, but when hooking up, it was mostly always with woman that were at lest a decade older than me. So her suggestion fell on more than just some fertile ground.

It was the nosy well aged neighbor that kept on going: “So how about giving it a try?”

She pushed up her boobs while asking me that question. That brought horny me into the game. Because despite suffering from a broken heart, horny me never really left my body. And now he took over control: “Why not?”

It wasn’t the most romantic ice breaker, or opener. But it worked. The nosy neighbor and me than practically jumped onto each other. We just let go, we let our inner animals run free. We really struggled to prevent us from tearing the clothes off each others bodies.

We had to keep our shit together. At least as long as we would end up in a more private place, not within the field of view of roughly twenty percent of the apartment complex. We were walking, falling towards her apartment.

But we shouldn’t make it there. We ended up in a utility room. Because it was closer, it had a door that could be locked from the inside and no windows to the outside. It wasn’t an optimal place, but horny us didn’t care. It was all about doing it. And doing it now.

It didn’t took long and our clothes were scattered all trough the room. Some of them were torn into pieces, we didn’t cared. We kept on kissing while our hands were all over each others bodies. Fuck, I don’t think I had been that lost in an act before. And that act hadn’t even really begun yet.

After some time kissing, and our hands moving up and down on each others bodies I lifted the nosy neighbor up onto a mostly empty workbench that was standing next to us. After I had put her into position, her hand ended up on my hard one, and she gave me one gentle stroke after the other.

It didn’t took long and my moaning was filling the room. The nosy neighbor knew the spots she had to hit, she knew how to squeeze my balls, she knew how to make me feel good, to make me moan out loud, to make my eyes run in circles.

Then all of a sudden she stopped, ignored the desperate moans that came out of my mouth, because I had already been more than close to an orgasm and whispered the following into my ear: “You lick a hole before you fuck it.”

I moaned out something like a yes, ma’am, and then I went down on my knees. Moments later my tongue was on her already wet pussy. Her taste, sweet and more than addicting. It didn’t took long and my tongue was all over her pussy, and then as deep inside her pussy as anyhow possible.

Shortly after her moaning was filling the room as I my tongue took good care of her clit. I totally ignored my pre cum spitting hard one while I made sure that she was feeling good, that she got her share of the action too.

I kept on eating out her pussy for what felt like an eternity. I enjoyed every second off it, and doing so drove my horny levels even more through the ceiling. I was barely able to control myself, to prevent myself from ramming my hard one into the nosy neighbor’s slippery and wet pussy. It was then that she moaned out the following: “More. Slide a finger inside me, keep your tongue on my clit.”

Once more I did as told. A finger of mine went inside her pussy. I gave her a few slow and gentle thrusts to warm her up, while my tongue stayed on her clit. It didn’t took long and her intense moaning was filling the roam.

But one finger wasn’t enough for her, so she asked for more. And ore she got, in the end three of my fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy, my tongue was still on her clit and her hands began to really hold on to the workbench she was sitting on. I kept on going.

Until she her moaning stopped, her body trembled and her legs closed around my head. She came, and she came good. She more or less collapsed onto the work bench she already had been sitting on. I had finger fucked her elsewhere. But we clearly weren’t done yet. My balls were still more than full.

Shortly after the nosy neighbor had returned into her body, she pulled me up. We then looked each other in the eyes, we shared a few more than passionate kisses, and then, then I slid my hard one into her more than just ready pussy.

I went full speed ahead. I let my inner horny animal take over control. I fucked her hard and deep, every thrust I gave her felt better than the previous one. I, we both got lost in the act, we lost track of time, track of our surrounding, track of everything but the sensation of my hard one going in and out of her pussy.

It didn’t took long and her fingers began to bury themselves into my back. She was getting closer and closer to an orgasm, and so did I. My aching balls were more than ready to dump their sticky load.

Then I came. My cum shot through my pulsating dick as deep inside her as anyhow possible. My whole body trembled after I had given her one last hard and deep thrust. Fuck, a firework went off in my head. I struggled to keep on standing.

The nosy neighbor came with me. Her moaning stopped from one second to the other. Her body trembled a little bit too, and then all the previously built up tension left her body. I had to hold her, to prevent her from falling over. Not sure how I managed to hold her in position, but I did it.

Once we were ourselves again, once we had returned into our bodies, our eyes met. We kept on looking at each other for some time while asking ourselves the same question: “What had just happened to us? What made us loose control that hard?”
Up to the day of writing down those lines, we still have found no answer. It was total insanity. And hot as hell. We both agreed upon that, when we were able to talk with each other again after I we had been fucking each others brains out.

We then got dressed, and left the utility room. We kept on talking, about the two of us, about a possible future, and we came to the following conclusion: No regrets from both sides, and if more gets out of it, if it would happen again, we both would have no problem with it. But if it would be a one time thing, we both would be fine too.

Then our paths split for the time being. She needed to swipe some stairs, I headed back home, most likely watching some TV while reliving what just had been happening to me a few more times.