Most of my confessions are from things that happened in my past. I like to think of myself as slightly more refined nowadays, but... this happened last night and I felt like getting it typed up straight away while I still have a nice sticky mess in my panties.

I've just moved into a new apartment, but I've had zero time to sort myself out. I am surrounded by boxes, bags and piles of clothes. So yesterday I decided I would get it organized, however long into the night it may take me.

I actually don't mind doing things like this. I put some music on, got myself a glass of wine, and was quite happy skipping around the place in my panties. Until the buzzer went.

I don't know anyone who lives nearby, and I wasn't expecting any guests or deliveries at 10pm. So I put my ear to the door and could sense someone stood there.

The guy introduced himself in broken Spanish as the neighbour on the floor below, and asked if I could keep the noise down as he was trying to sleep. I wasn't really sure what noise he was referring to, but I apologized and heard him walk away.

The music I was playing had been quiet, but just to be on the safe side, I put my headphones on.

10 minutes past before I became conscious of some banging. I took my headphone off and heard the same guy now shouting through my door. I was so confused. What could possibly be bothering him?

He was, rather angrily, asking if I could stop jumping on the floor. His bedroom is directly below and it was keeping him awake. He was really mad and was now speaking in english. His patience for translation obviously having expired.

I felt not opening the door to him was probably not helping with his mood, so I unlatched the door to see what all the fuss was about.

Just as I pulled the door open I remembered that I was in little panties, knee high socks and topless. I just about got my arm across my tits in time, but the action launched the contents of the glass in my hand straight through the opening of the door.

I didn't want to look, but I had to. The guy was stood there in grey joggers and a now wine soaked white tee shirt. This was not how I'd envisioned meeting my neighbours for the first time.

I started to apologise profusely, but I could already see his anger diffusing. Nothing like a half naked model to soften the mood.

He was a good looking guy in his forties. Tall with dark hair. A little younger tan I usually go for, but cute.

He started to explain that he could hear everything from below and would I mind taking my shoes off, before he looked down and saw that I didn't have any on.

He then gave up on the subject and introduced himself. I offered to show him round the apartment.

Now I don't know if this is the same for everyone, but I rarely remember the transition between meeting and kissing. It always seems to happen in a bit of a blur. But that is what happened. And fast. Like 30 seconds fast.

We stood in the middle of my half constructed living room enjoying a long, deep passionate kiss. I felt his hands around my waist moving onto my ass, then, while still kissing, he slipped one hand inside my panties and pushed two fingers into my pussy from behind. He started to move them slowly in and out as I pressed my ass onto his hand.

I moved my hand down his chest until I came to his pants. He was rock hard. I broke the kiss, and while holding eye contact, slowly dropped to my knees and pulled down his pants.

He was huge. Like three of my fists huge. And something told me he was about to get bigger. I teased the end of his cock with my tongue ring whist grinning up at him. But he already looked like he was going to blow, and tonight I wanted cum between my legs, not down my throat. So not taking any chances, I stood back up and pushed him back onto a conveniently positioned bean bag just behind him. With his pants around his ankles, he fell with quite a crash.

I was wet, but just to make sure, I spat on his cock and rubbed up a down and I pulled panties to the side and stood over him. I've never seen a guy trying to hold onto his cum as much as he was. He looked like serous effort.

So I couldn't waste any more time.

I felt so bad for making him angry earlier I decided I'd let him inside me raw. It just felt like the kind thing to do. He didn't resist.

With one hand on his chest and one holding his cock, I lowered my pussy onto him. He was big and I am tight, but with all the excitement my pussy was ready. I was able to lower down all the way to his balls on the first stroke. I swear we both almost came there and then. My legs were so shaky I could hardly support my weight, but I started to ride him as best I could. Up and down every inch of his cock.

He had his eyes tightly shut and his face scrunched up as he tried to hold it in. But it was time to put him out of his misery.

"It's ok babe. Let it go. Fill me up. It's ok." I told him. And that's what he did the moment my words came out.

He thrust his hips upwards, burying his cock between my legs as I felt it pulse his cum inside me. I watched every inch disappear into my pussy and wondered how it could fit and where it all went. It was huge.

He moaned as his cock twitched the last squirts of his cum into me, before his body relaxed and I knew he was satisfied.

We both laughed as I stepped off of him, trying not to drip his come over him while I put my panties back into place.

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked with a wink.

'All is forgiven." he replied.