Old Friend Moves In Next Door

One day last summer, as I was outside enjoying the weather with my little guy, I noticed a moving truck pull up in front of my parent's house. My parents owned two multi family homes on the block and they had recently had an empty apartment available to rent. I had put an ad in the local paper and my mother told me that someone had called right away and rented the apartment. As I played with my son, I saw the moving truck and assumed it was the new tenants. They parked the truck in front of the house and when they got out, I was shocked to see whom one of the guys in the truck was. I did a double take as I looked at him and realized that it was an old coworker named Thomas that I used to work with when I worked at a local pizzeria. He worked there with his brothers and it had probably been close to 15 years since I had last seen him. I worked in the pizza joint for about a year, before going to college and then starting my career.

As he got out of the truck, he looked over at me and recognized me immediately. He walked in my direction as his friends walked around to the back of the truck to start unloading things. I was sitting on the front steps of my home and got up to greet him as he walked up the pathway. After greeting each other, he told me he was moving in next door, into the third-floor apartment, and I laughed, saying it was my parent's house. We both got a kick out of it and I thought, such a small world, for this to happen. We chatted for a few minutes before he had to go help his friends move the furniture and whatnot into the apartment. He told me he was moving in with his girlfriend and looked forward to introducing me to her. I told him I looked forward to it as well and he was on his way. I was a bit surprised that he had actually settled down because back when we worked in the pizza place, him and his brothers were all about trying to hook up with all the girls who worked there. I got hit on often by both him and his brother Mario, but never acted on it as I was dating my future husband at the time. I knew if I had given him even an ounce of attention, he would have tried to bang me. That's the way they were back then. Don't get me wrong, I loved the attention and a part of me wanted to hook up with him, but I had just started dating, and wanted to see where it was going.

Over the next few days, I saw Thomas coming and going and we would say hello and chat here and there. He eventually introduced me to his girlfriend and she seemed like a very nice girl. I was happy for him, and still thought it was kind of crazy that out of all the apartments that were for rent in town, he ended up over here.

About a month after he had moved in, I saw him outside and he came over to chat. He complemented me and even playfully flirted, but I didn't think much of it. I didn't mind attention so it was nice. We chatted for a bit and he told me that they were finally settled into the apartment. As we chatted about it, he said I should come up sometime and check the place out. I told him that it sounded good and to let me know whenever it was a good time. It didn't really matter to me because it was summer and I wasn't working so I was pretty free most of the day. A few days later, he saw me again and told me to come up later on that evening if I had nothing to do. I told him I would and he thanked me, and said he would see me later.

Later that day, after making dinner and enjoying it with my husband and son, I cleaned up and let my husband know that I would be going next-door later on in the evening. He didn't seem very interested, and said he would be in the basement watching a game, which meant he was going to have a few beers and probably pass out. I finished tending to the kitchen, before taking my son into the bathroom and bathing him. I put on his pj's and he laid in bed watching TV until he fell asleep. I then jumped in the shower to freshen up a bit. When I was done, I threw on a pair of yoga shorts, and a tank top, which was what I would probably wear to bed later that night. I tied up my hair in a bun, and then headed over to see Thomas' apartment.

I rang the doorbell and he quickly came down to let me in. We made our way upstairs, and as I walked in, I noticed his girlfriend wasn't around. I thought it was kind of odd but before I could ask where she was, he told me that she worked the night shift as a nurse at the hospital and had just left. As we chatted, he gave me a tour of the place, before we ended up back in the living room where he invited me to sit down. I did, and he headed into the kitchen to fix us a couple of drinks. He returned a short time later and made a toast, before we sat back and enjoyed the drinks.

As we sat and drank, we began to reminisce about the old days at the pizza place. We joked around and laughed, and I noticed him looking at my cleavage every now and then. I was a bit relaxed from the drink he had made, so I didn't mind the casual attention. As we continued to chat, I noticed him flirting and for some reason, found myself playfully flirting back with him. We went back and forth like this for a bit, before he made me another drink and we continued to reminisce and joke around.

After a good hour or so of drinking and flirting with one another, Thomas complimented me yet again, and as I thanked him, he leaned in and placed his lips on mine, kissing me softly and gently. I was caught off guard and not sure how to react. After breaking the kiss, he looked me in the eyes and confessed his attraction towards me, and how bad he wanted me. I smiled and thanked him, and told him he was attractive as well and with that, he began kissing me again. This time, it was with a bit more passion, and instead of pushing him off of me, I found myself kissing him back. It was so wrong, but at the moment, it felt so good. It was attention that I hadn't experienced in quite a long time and I longed for it.

After kissing each other for quite a while, he slowly began to roam my body with his hands, while kissing and sucking on my neck. This was driving me nuts, as I loved getting my neck kissed. He did that for a bit while roaming my curves with his hands, squeezing my ass through my shorts and gently rubbing my tits through my tank top. After kissing my neck for a bit, he slowly kissed his way down to my cleavage where he buried his face in it, while squeezing my tits and pushing them into him.

We fooled around like that for a bit, before he slowly lifted my top off. I let him do it, and he followed that up by taking off my bra, revealing my tits to his very eager mouth and hands. He quickly went to town, licking and sucking on my tits as I laid back and enjoyed all the attention he was giving my body.

After doing that, he slowly removed my shorts, along with my panties, leaving me completely naked. I in turn, began to do the same, and started pulling off his clothing, until he was completely naked. I couldn't believe how fast things were happening and that I was even doing this.

Once we were both naked, I reached down and grabbed his cock, which was a good 7 inches long and fairly thick. He sat back on the couch while I lowered my lips to the tip of his cock. I began to lick it in a circular motion, before slowly taking him into my mouth, where I wrapped my lips tightly and began to bob up and down on it. He laid back and enjoyed, while moaning softly and playing with my tits.

As I gave him head, he ran his hands down to my ass and squeezed it, before working his fingers towards my pussy. I parted my legs and soon felt his fingers rubbing my clit. He rubbed it with his fingers, and it felt great. I hadn't experienced a feeling like this in quite a while. It only took a few seconds of doing this, before I felt a great sensation rushing through my body as an orgasm began to build inside of me. I continued to suck on his cock as he slipped a finger into my pussy and continued to work my clit. Within seconds of him doing that, I began to cum. I let out a loud moan as my entire body shuddered. Waves of ecstasy ran through my body as I came all over his fingers. He continued to work my pussy, until I had come down off my high.

Once I was good, I took over and climbed on top of him, straddling him and grabbing his cock. I lined it up with my eager pussy and slowly lowered myself onto it while burying his face in my tits. He easily penetrated me, and once he was buried inside of my pussy, I began to raise and lower myself, riding him slowly on his couch. He grabbed me by the hips and guided me as I slowly picked up my pace riding him harder and harder.

We both moaned as I fucked him and my tits bounced around in his face, which he loved. One thing I had noticed about his girlfriend was that she didn't really have much of a chest, so he was having the time of his life with my tits. I continued bouncing on him until he finally held me tightly and exploded deep inside of me, flooding my pussy with his hot seed. I continued to bounce on him, milking his cock of every drop, until he was done, and then climbed off of him and laid down on the couch by his side, as the two of us tried to catch our breaths.

We laid there for a bit, before he asked me if I wanted another drink. I said sure and he grabbed our glasses and headed into the kitchen, as I got up to go use the bathroom. When I was done, I headed into the kitchen where he was still making the drinks. As I walked in, he turned and handed me my drink and we toasted and began to drink it, before I initiated some more sexy fun. I don't know what had gotten into me but I was extremely hot and horny at that point.

I leaned in and began to kiss him, before turning around and bending over, against the kitchen counter while wiggling my ass at him. We were both still naked, and that's all it took. He quickly made his way over and got behind me, and grabbed my hips as I parted my legs, inviting him to take me again. He easily buried his cock inside of me and began to thrust while I gripped the counter. With one hand, he reached around and grabbed my flailing tits, and the other hand, pulled back my hair, as he put his face along mine and we kissed each other again, while he continued to fuck me from behind. It was pretty sexy and erotic and I loved it.

He was able to last a while longer, this time around, and fucked me for quite a bit. It was some of the best sex I had experienced in a very long time. I think the last time I had gotten fucked like that, was probably during my college years.

Thomas fucked me long and hard against the kitchen counter until finally blowing another load inside of me. He kept thrusting until his balls were completely drained Once he was done, we both stumbled into the living room, and crashed onto the couch to catch our breaths again. I could feel his cum seeping out of my pussy and down my legs and for some reason, found it sexy and exciting.

We sat on the couch for a bit, finishing our drinks, before I decided to clean up and head back next-door to my place. Thomas thanked me for an awesome evening and I did the same. Even though it was wrong, I was glad he had invited me over. What he wasn't able to accomplish 15 or so years ago in the pizza place, he had done that night, and I enjoyed every second of it.

I headed home with my pussy full of his cum, and didn't feel any ounce of disappointment or regret when I got home and found my husband passed out in the basement with 8 empty beer bottles next to him. Maybe if he drank less and paid more attention to me, he would have me bent over the kitchen counter as well. With that, I gladly accepted future invitations from Thomas, to come over for a drink, and of course, I certainly looked forward to reconnecting with his brother as well...