Coming home from work, the crown neighbor caught me.

The situation I'm reporting in this short story happened to me about three months ago. I'm light brown, 5'8", approximately 100kg, green eyes, short cut hair, thighs and hot ass, a tasty ass. I live in a town in the countryside, in a new neighborhood and in a set of buildings with 4 towers. The condo is very recent, besides, I work all day and I know very few people here. Generally, I find more with some residents, those who leave and arrive more often coincide. There's a resident who's probably 45. He is dark, bald, normal body (not thin, not fat), beautiful beard, half gray, works in a company in the region and is always in shirt and jeans. It gets tighter and sometimes I watch the volume that appears on the front. rsrs He's always very kind, look into his eyes and say hello. Sometimes he even brings up the subject of time, the rush of life and some building business. One day, I was coming in with the car and parking in my parking space, he was riding his bike, wearing his own clothes, glued to his body. He stopped and brought up the subject about the size of my spot, saying he found it hard to park in it because the car was big. I said I'd gotten used to it, that at first it was harder and now I'd got the hang of it. He always looked into my eyes (sometimes I even looked away, ashamedly) said he had to go, but before he passed his hands on the right thigh, went up towards the middle of his legs, came in the bag, gave that tight one, climbing up a little and holding his dick, pulling until the release of the body, since the tight pants would firm him against his skin. I went crazy with that situation. It's been a few weeks before I find him again and the situation I'm going to tell you here happened. One day, I had a nightmare and woke up at dawn (it almost never happens). The moment I woke up, I went looking for my phone and I couldn't find it at any time and I remembered that it might be in my car. I thought if I really needed to go there, but I didn't make it, and I went down to the garage to get it. I did it the way I was lying there, just in a football short, with thin fabric and no underwear. Even without a shirt I went, because it was too hot in those days. My parking space is on the floor of the condo's central entrance, where people arrive to enter the apartments. I opened the car door and without getting in, went down to look for the phone on the central console of the car, where it usually stays. When I returned to normal posture, standing, I heard the central gate opening and when I looked, it was exactly my neighbor who likes bicycle. He opened a nice smile and said: Good night! Or rather, good morning (it was 2:00 a.m.). I said: Whoa, good morning. How are you? The conversation continued and he said he was fine, a little tired and sweaty because he was coming home from work, shift work and that was the normal time for him to come home. He said when his wife comes home, he's already asleep, he showers and goes to sleep too. I thought it was weird for him to talk about it, but I hadn't realized anything about interest in me yet, because I'm kind of slow for these things. rsrs. I see you're married to a woman. I'd rather not imagine anything. Then he asked me if I was coming from the ballad, he approached me and when he saw how I was dressed (only in shorts) he laughed and said: Only if the ballad was a slumber party, right? We laughed together and loud at that time. I explained that I had had a nightmare, woken up, missed the phone and decided to come down to get it. He surprisingly said: Good, so I could see you. I went into the clouds and came back. I got a hard-on to hear it that I didn't even understand why I got that hard-on. At that point, he told me that if I wasn't so sweaty from work, he'd ask me for a walk to talk for a while. I said that for me it would be no problem for him to be sweaty, that he didn't even seem to be (sweatful lover) and that if he wanted, we could go around (but without even imagining what might happen). He asked me if I could drive, which was close to where he wanted to take me. Since I knew he lived in the building, had family and stuff, I trusted the guy and said it was okay. He told me to come in and sit at the wheel, started the car and left the building. He asked if I wanted his coat, since I was shirtless, I said no (because it was too hot) and he already stopped the car in a place nearby where we lived, but dark, only with the moonlight (full moon). I felt safe, because there was nothing close to it that meant fear, I don't know if for the security he was passing me, I was quite calm. He turned his car off, took a deep breath, went silent for a couple of minutes, took his hand and put it on my head, tenderly and lightly. He approached my ear, breathed deep and licked. I felt his hot saliva, which at the same time became cold, because he started blowing and cooling that heat that made me feel. With his other hand, he started to put his hands on my chest, feeling the piercings I have on every nipple. At that moment he said: you have no idea how much I've wanted you for a long time. He put down his hand that up until that moment, face my head and squeezed my ass, saying he dreamed of "it here" almost every day. She held me by the back of the neck and kissed me hard, sticking her tongue up to my throat, squeezing my body against his body, fingering my tight ring. Went down to my nipple and sucked hard, me holding his head against my body, with a horny bitch on that male sucking my tits with that voracity. He looked me in the eye and said I was a real son of a bitch about being hot like that, that he can't get me out of his head anymore. You have no idea how horny I get in this kind of situation, this willingness to have me for him that he introduced. I started kissing his neck, passing his tongue on his ear, feeling that salty taste of sweat, lifting up his suvac and smelling deep, smelling that sweaty male smell, smelling his hair. I passed my tongue with the desire to feel all that taste of a hot, mature man with a footprint. I sucked my nipples, blew it so he could feel the freshness that made me feel in my ear and I went down to my pants. His dick was turbulent, making an extremely thick volume over his pants. I held it over, I nibbled slowly over it, and I kissed his belly until it hit his mouth. I started kissing, and he held me by the chin, and he looked at me with a look of pity, and he said, suck your boy's cock, will you? Pqp. I couldn't take it. I was kissing his mouth, opening the button and zipper of his pants until I was able to remove that thick brown mast full of veins from his pants and underpants (white and slip). I went down to him, watched that jeba delight and put it in my mouth. The drool that flowed from him had a sweet taste, a delicate and tasty smell. He was so horny and it made me crazier. Along with the groans, he said I was his, that my mouth can only pass through his body, that he wanted to see me every day. Then I went up to his ear and told him to tell me whose dick that was. He said, it's yours, my bitch. Just yours. Do whatever you want with him, go. By then, his phone had already rang a few times and I saw that we would have to speed up our date. I got out of the car, opened my legs and lowered it, with my back to him and leaned in the car. He went down and stuck it next to his body, holding it around my waist and pulling my neck up his mouth and asked, "Will you give your ass to your whore here, will you?" I wasn't even sure where I was, from all the ecstasy, but I said, eat go, fuck your macho. He spat in his hand, passed on the barking and boiling stick at the same time, lubricate with spit my ass and he came in. He went in slowly to the bottom. I felt the width of that stick opening and sinking into my body. He started rocking and said he wanted to come inside me if I let him. I have a choice. I asked him. He said, no, fuck you, bitch. And he came moaning and roaring of horny in my ear. Fuck, what sex. We broke up and went back to our homes.