My Cheerful Black Neighbor

This story I'm about to tell you is a true story. I'm 35 years old and I've been separated for a little over a year and I've moved into an apartment where I've been living alone. In the apartment next to mine lives Maria (let's call her that), 56 years old, married and with a 21-year-old daughter. Despite her age, Maria is a black woman, tall, with a voluptuous body, breasts and a big ass, she would have been at least 10 years younger. Curly hair. Always very nice since I moved. At first it was just that exchange of good morning, good afternoon and night in the elevator. As the months went by, we spent more than just the good day, we spent exchanging small conversations, she said that she was a nurse, that her husband worked with training in the company and traveled to work so I would meet him less in the building, and so her daughter was a student. Right after that, we would always go there to check up on her, she would give me more time to talk to me, she would give me a quick glance, and I said yes, I would be there in the corner of the gym, and she would give me more time to play with my daughter, so I quickly said that I would spend more time with her in the mirror. The other day I passed her on my way to the gym, and she greeted me with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. I was a little surprised because she was always more formal: - How are you? She said yes. - Are you going to the academy too? -Great so I'm going to have double training today, Julia (I'll call her daughter that, who usually went with her training) went out for ballet today abandoned me, I, old go to train Friday night all right, but you young pq ta not going to ballet enjoy life? Why don't you go out with your husband on Friday? She replied: First of all, I think it's absurd that you call me "Madam" and "Madam" in the same sentence, and secondly, my husband went to apply for a training at the fortress branch, and I'm only back for the fourth time, so all I have to do is train today. We went to normal training, I confess that I had no second intention yet with the moment, and I believe q she also, I did the training similar to hers and we were playing conversation off during the training, nothing much. While I was training I ordered a pizza in ifood, because it was Friday I I deserved, and I thought I'll ask right away because it's time to finish the training. We finished our training, and we went back to the building, and the doorman came and handed me the pizza, and she said, - Is that our post-training Q? Carbs are great for muscle recovery. - While you're there with dinner, I'll still have to prepare something for myself. - That's a large pizza. It's on the house. - Seriously, are you sure? I don't want to disturb anything. I don't eat everything. There's always something left over for the next day. - So I'll take it, now I'll take the drink and the dessert. - You're right then. We got to our floor. She said she was going to take a shower and get the drink and the dessert. I agreed and said I was also going to take a shower and set the table. I wasn't thinking about anything sexual at the time. I was just thinking about sharing a pizza with my neighbor who I already considered a friend. I took a shower, I was putting things on the table when the doorbell rang, I opened the door and it was her. Look what I had in the fridge, and he held up a bottle of wine with his right hand, and I think red wine goes well with pizza. - I confess I don't know. I don't know much about wine. - I also had this box of chocolates, it's simple but it's the only dessert I had. - No problem, I like chocolate. - You can come in, and you won't notice the mess. What an organized apartment for a young bachelor. - I think I have a little OCD with tidying up. She came in and put the wine on the table, I said I was going to get glasses for the wine since I had put glasses on the table. Mary had come in a light dress, nothing daring at knee height, no neckline, a light dress more behaved, still I could not notice all her wonderful curves q she had. We ate some slices of pizza and we were satisfied. While we were playing conversation. We finished eating and had more than half a bottle of wine still. She said: So I said, let's go to the couch that's next to the balcony, it's more ventilated, and we sat there, each with his own glass of wine, and I turned on the TV on YouTube, and I said, - What kind of music do you like for me to play? - Throw some samba that's good for you, so I've got Zeca Pagodinho playing. We talked about things in life, and she talked about what her job was like, and I talked about what my job was like, and I asked her what it was like to have a 21-year-old daughter. I've been through so much, but now I'm used to it. I thought you were your daughter's sister, but you're better than the young lady over there. You're all right, in the prime of life, single, living alone, apartment cleaned up, probably full of girlfriends. - Nothing. Since I left, I haven't brought anyone here. Even though I've never seen anyone in or out of her apartment in all this time, I started laughing. - Not that I spied on you. It was just an observation. - Relax, I haven't really brought anyone here yet. - Because I didn't want to, because you're a very handsome young man. That's when I got embarrassed. She said: She's got some dirt on her cheek and she's coming over to take it out. Our eyes crossed, at that moment I felt a tension in the air and I noticed that she was too. She disguised herself and said, "Is it really hot today?" We had finished the bottle of wine. I said that I had a bottle of wine in the fridge and some beers, if she would accept. She said that she would accept a beer. I took out two cans, and two glasses and I was going to serve her, she said that I didn't need glasses that beer was to take in the can. We continued to play conversation and that already had some cans of beer. The YouTube playlist was playing automatically, I stopped at a clip of Anitta, I stopped half to look at the vending machine. She noticed and said: I didn't know what to say. -Ehhh, yeah yeah. - I wish I was as young as Anitta; - I told you , you don 't owe the girls anything . - And I told you I'm not a lady. As I recall, there were about eight cans of beer, and I was already dizzy, and from her slightly hoarse voice, so was she. - After 30 years of marriage things cool you know, he spends days traveling and when he arrives it seems that he has no desire, sometimes I think he betrays me on trips, he eh a good man but the routine cools the relationship. I don't know what's going on in his head that he doesn't have a hard-on for you. I said that without thinking, and by the time I realized what I'd said, it was too late. - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up. - No problem, compliments are always welcome. I don't know what hit me at the time, but out of impulse I went over to her and I gave her a kiss on the mouth, for a few seconds she returned the kiss, but then she pulled me away - I 'm married . - With him? At that moment she became silent, so I kissed her again, this time she responded with more intensity. My hand went directly to her thigh, it was a firm thigh, who never missed a training. Even at 56 years old. With the other hand I held her hair by the neck pulling back a little, and I began to kiss her neck. She responded moaning. - I can't. I'm married. Even though I said I couldn't she was accepting my affection. I pushed her gently onto the couch, laying her down as she kissed her fleshy lips, I felt their hands pressing on my back. I lifted her dress and I could see the black panties she was wearing. - Oh, my God, what's going on? - I want you . - I want to, too, but I'm married. - Let's roll, I know you want to. Suddenly I had been seized by an uncontrollable weariness which minutes before I had not. - Fuck you . My dick was already hard. - I'll get some condoms. - What a fucking condom, fuck me At that time my already hard cock became even harder, I pulled her panties, ripped it in half. She had a hairy but very well-kept pocket. I put my whole cock inside her at once, she gave a scream of tease. I asked: - What's up? - Yes, she said, moaning, "My husband's big, my husband's small". That gave me more tension, I started punching her with mto tension... holding their legs open below the knees, I could see her face of pleasure, her eyes closed, her moans. That little couch, our bodies glued and sweaty. Those big breasts but with the wonderful small areolas, my mouth alternating between sucking the nipples of the breasts and kissing her fleshy mouth, that wonderful black sweaty skin. I was quickly approaching her, I warned her that I was going to have fun, I wanted everything inside of her. I gave two more punches and the fun came, I could feel all that joy pouring inside of her, I could feel her thumb buzzing, she was having fun, I didn't even think it was five minutes, but the tension was so great that it seemed like an eternity, we were laughing all the time. We were kissing on my couch, we were madly buzzing, and talking about her face, it was crazy for nothing. The night didn't end here, if you want I'll keep telling you how it was...