The Neighbor

“- Oh, baby! Put everything in your little bitch!”... Wait, what's this dialogue doing in the middle of a war movie? That's when I saw that television was now exhibiting a melodic comedy from the '60s. It was dawn, I had fallen asleep on the couch... But new groans made me know that the above phrase was real. It wasn't a dream. In the building where I live the apartments are separated by a long wall, which separates the rooms from the two properties. The builder took care to do it without any structure embedded in it, predicting the possibility of doing a duplex later. Only not to overload the long beam, they made this wall in light masonry. The result is that the acoustic insulation was compromised. If someone raises their voice only one tone, they hear it on the other side. My neighbor lived alone. A very interesting brunette, about 35. I was there for a year and a little while, except for some conversation we had when my wife and I met her a few times in the pool in the building, I knew little about her. I only knew that I was a lawyer, I came from Porto Alegre, I worked at the branch office of a company in the south here in São Paulo. You should be on the other side of your couch. I confess: I did not resist temptation and took a glass and put it against the wall to amplify the sounds. Those groans continued for a few minutes, until there was a longer, sighing one. So, total silence. I didn't hear voices, nothing indicated a man's presence there. I couldn't help but picture the scene. Would she just be using her hands, or would she be bolder and own “toys” bought in sex shop? Of course, I kept a low profile, but I couldn't help but notice her with other eyes when we saw her again at the pool the next weekend. Body in shape, breasts between medium and bulky, a beautiful derriere... Always wearing bikinis that if they were not bold, they went far from being merely discreet. About two months after that dawn Ariela – that name of hers – moved from the building. I did not understand why such an appetizing brunette seemed to be always unaccompanied, having to seek the pleasure alone. I kept remembering the times when the bikini track was in the pool. Always alone, discreet, talking little with the other condomines, a few times standing up for a few strokes in the water, when you could admire your body better. What a waste. Months passed, I had to stay for 15 days in Manaus, due to a job. Given the distance, I didn't get tickets back this weekend. I had to stay there. I'm glad there was at least some time left for some tourism. Saturday afternoon, I would return from a long walk through the city, boat trip through the Rio Negro, a new visit to the theater. I ran into the shower. Fourth of the day... who knows the heat there, knows why. In this hotel, there was a ventilation shaft separating the bathrooms. The windows gave it to him, and that way, it was possible to hear all the noises in the apartment next door. Screams: - It's okay. Get out of here! I never want to see you again. A man's voice answered, but it seemed more distant, unable to understand what it said. End of the shower -- it wouldn't be the last of the day -- in a T-shirt and shorts and I'm going to the balcony. Only a sledgehammer separates it from the balcony of the neighboring apartment. On the other side, a brunette, wearing a white bathrobe, is sitting in the wicker chair. He leans his face on his chest. He seems to be crying. - All right? Is there a problem? - She looks at me, red eyes. You recognize me, surprise: - You? My neighbor in São Paulo?... We had never talked, apart from mere greetings and comments about the building and the time in the pool. But now she seems to be clearly feeling very lonely, needing to talk to someone. Another task for the Good Samaritan here... To my surprise, she doesn't make secrets. The voice of a man you had heard was from a director of your company in the south. I've been having an affair with him for over four years. He's married. At first there was the expectation of being together one day. As it usually happens, that soon became out of the question. But her passion for him made her accept the condition of lover. Except the guy didn't match that. I just wore it. At the time he lived in the apartment next door, he came to São Paulo once or twice a month. I'd stay with her for a few hours at some motel near the airport and leave. He demanded and controlled his faithfulness. Then there was nothing left but those lonely moments of pleasure. The last straw was now: the subject was there in Manaus, driving the closure of a big deal. He had discovered spicy details of the couple who owned the other company: they were fans of the swing, her bisexual. I simply wanted her to “represent” the company with him that night, serving you and you. It was too much, all the bonds, affective, and professionals were certainly also falling apart. - Look, don't think I'm a nun. I love sex. There's nothing I can't touch in bed. But being used like this, as a thing, is too much!... You said that sentence and you looked at me blushing. - Sorry. I must be shocking you. I'm totally off my axis. - Don't worry, honey. It's normal. And to like sex, it's not a sin... she stares at me again, for the first time smiles... We talked about another 15, 20 minutes there. The afternoon heat of Manaus is intense. More relaxed, she asks me: - I'm thirsty. Do you have beer in your fridge? That scoundrel took them all down here... I do. She doesn't waste any time turning around and walking through the door. It simply passes over the ledge that separates the two balconies. When I help you, I see when the robe opens, showing off your thighs and the Brazilian wax wax wax between them... We had our beer inside, where at least there's air conditioning. The conversation is even innocent for a while when the relaxation of the drink takes place. She leans back on the chair, not caring if the opening of the robe is revealing or not. You've seen it before. You know what? I'm still hot... He took off and threw away his robe. To tell you the truth, as the weather was already insinuating, I can't say I was surprised. - Look, I love it when they look at me... But are you going to be alone in this? Answer the height. I went to her, lifted her up and kissed her. Hungry. I carved my nails into that delicious ass, pulling out a moan. I took my shirt off while she was just pulling my shorts and underwear. There are no tigers in the Amazon. But from that moment on, in the bed of that hotel room there was a couple of them. Hungry. We kissed voraciously. We walked with tongues the bodies of each other, until we found our sexes. My cock barking, her pussy dripping. I stood under her, feeding off that hot honey fountain, holding her by her soft ass. His fingers already playing with his other entrance, which only increased his groans of pleasure. On the other side she sucked me out with all the thirst in the world. Amazingly made my dick disappear, a la deep throat. It came first in my mouth, with moaning a little stuffy, for my dick was all in your mouth. Soon my turn was coming. I was worried to warn you, but I don't think you heard me. He hasn't stopped sucking. You seem to have felt the beginning of my spasms of joy and increased the pace. He drank all of me. We don't talk anymore. We're still in that 69. Soon my dick was hard again. Her pussy hotter than ever, my fingers already definitely lodged in the other entrance. - It's okay. I can't take it anymore! Fuck me! Fuck me! He came to sit on me, rode me. Once in a while he'd lie down in a kiss full of our flavors. In others he offered his breasts to delight them as well. Gym, a lot. Halt. Certainly – if that matters to us now – we were being heard in the apartment next door. We did. She celebrating her joy with a cry brought from within her entrails. Tiger scream in heat... We had a beer, but we never finished it. - It's okay. You like a little bitch, don't you? I know what you're trying to... Come on! He stood on four, his thighs wide open, his face turned back, inviting me. There is no gentleman who is not deeply excited by such a scene. And I don't break the rule... - Put it all away! - she asks, commands... I take her by the waist, put her purple head, still wet in her driveway. I push, she groans, but concentrates. Expert on the subject: it opens... I go all over that little ass that gets me hot, wrapped up in her lancinating moans. We stay like this for a few minutes and she asks you to stop. I think there was some trouble, but no: - Lay like you were, let's make it even hotter... I lay on my stomach, dick up in the air. She comes on her back. Sit down. All open, penetration is immediate. Then lie down on me, all filled up. Take my right hand and take it to your breasts. Take my left hand and drive it to your pussy. Nothing else needs to be said. Squeezing, sticking fingers in that hot pussy, I make her roll, at the same rate that I'm stuck in it. Unspeakable. Try to imagine... The joy we had was simply unforgettable. Then, exhausted, the tigers fell asleep like very tired children... I didn't see her get up. You must have done it very early, I certainly needed to go back to your apartment, pack your things, check emails, phone calls, whatever... Knock on my door about 8:00 in the morning. Wear a semi-transparent gown on a white bikini. Brings a radiant smile. - What? I'm going to have breakfast and go to the pool. Come with me... I dress and run after her. We had a reinforced coffee to make up for the calories burned at night. Shortly thereafter, the pool is full of guests. Typical heat from Manaus. I had told you that those screams and groans of her would certainly be heard in the other apartment, didn't I? Yeah. We ended up meeting another couple in the pool. John and Evelyn, about 30/33, she's a very attractive blonde. Americans on vacation. Ariela and I are very fluent in English, so the conversation is easy. She decides to go for a swim and John follows her. Evelyn lay on her face in a towel on the grass, loosens the bra straps from the bikini. Ask him to pass the sunscreen. Wild and silky skin, I like the favor with a lot of dedication. She praises my soft touch. So you turn around and stare me right in the eye: - You two made us very excited this night... They were in the apartment next door. When Ariela comes back with John, she came with a different look. Something that seemed to show surprise, but also some interest. It was clear that John had also told him something. You go to the toilet with Evelyn, which leaves me alone with John. He is direct: he says that they are supporters of the exchange of couples, since done with respect and security, that they heard us tonight and were very interested in meeting us. In that way... I explain to him who we are – not a couple – but he explains that it doesn't matter. He says we look like reliable people who know how to enjoy the pleasures of sex. That's true... When Ariela and Evelyn come back, they bring on their faces a whole look of complicity. It looks like everything was settled between them. Evelyn looks at us and asks: - Can we go now? Well, my dears, as this account is long gone, let me summarize: We've reached their apartment. As soon as the door closed, Evelyn and Ariela were naked, they came upon us. They tore our bathing suit off and got on their knees for the blowjobs. I think Ariela is insurmountable, but Evelyn does a good job with my dick too. Ariela doesn't spare a drop of joy, drinks it all. Evelyn prefers to receive mine on her face, rubbing the molasses on him. Both dripping with excitement. John and I celebrate this first act with a beer, while the two present us with a performance. They kiss, changing the flavors that were in their mouths, sucking themselves, licking each other, making a 69 very enthusiastic. Gentlemen very excited, return to the game. Evelyn opens herself up to me while Ariela gives herself up to John. Nothing like a blonde after a brunette. Also delicious. Evelyn groans softer than my Brazilian, but surrenders with voracity. Grab me, pull me into it, make moves with the pussy musculature squeezing my dick. I enjoy deep inside her, who had already come. More beer, new rest. Evelyn then faces her husband: - You said I could do it, right? - You can. You serve it... he agrees. Evelyn gets my hard-on stick in her hand and her husband's. - I want you both!... We're summoned to double-penetrate with her. John, the host, used the pussy, fitting my ass. In fact, another very experienced subject, because penetration was easy. We both stayed inside her, deeper and deeper, assisted by a very excited Ariela, who kissed and licked us all. A triple orgasm – or quadruple, to be exact... – and another beer break and rest. But soon an extremely excited Ariela demands her share. John and I switched positions and used – and served ... – Ariela, in new DP, with enthusiastic support of Evelyn's kisses and soles. I confess that I am not – I have never been – no innocent angel. But I've never lived anything like it. In the late afternoon we said goodbye to John and Evelyn, who still had a flight to Fortaleza that night. Night when, even exhausted, Ariela and I still had some energy for a pas deux... I said goodbye to her on Monday morning. He returned to Porto Alegre, to give new direction in his life. While I wait with her for the taxi to arrive, she provokes me, joking, a little more: If I knew what I missed, not knowing who was on the other side of the wall in that building... Kiss me and talk to me whispering: - It's okay. You know, a woman who lives alone always needs some help... Bite the wolf from my ear and go: - What? I'm gonna miss your curry flavor. Her cab's here. One last kiss and I board another taxi to work. On the way thinking of a revelation: I taste like Indian pepper! No one had ever told me... When I walk into the office building I'm working on, the receptionists, who already know me, look at my tired face: - What? You're not sleeping well, are you, Doctor? Paulista suffers from our heat... If they knew... It's been two years. I haven't forgotten a second of this adventure, but I haven't heard from Ariela. Saturday morning I go for a walk. On the way back from the building I see a moving truck. People leaving. As a couple of friends had asked you to keep an eye out, in case you opened up an apartment, I'll let myself know. Belarmino the janitor shows up with some magazines in his hand: Doctor, your wife's magazines are here. I take this opportunity to ask about the change that happens. - It's okay. Your Jong is changing... He's my neighbor, a nice Korean. I'm trying to find out if the apartment's gonna be vacant, but he says no. - No doctor. The owner's coming back. You know... - Who? - What? Dr. Ariela, remember? Good people, discreet, never created problems... In the first passage through the building, Ariela was effectively very discreet. I didn't know anything about her. But what's coming now, is Manaus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... LOBO Copyright reserved. Its reproduction, in whole or in part, and its assignment to third parties, except with formal permission of the author, pursuant to Law 5988 of 1973