My Sex Life

Hot Summer Day (2001)

New neighbour girl,
Part 1

My new neighbour girl

Part 2

My whole body is in motion now: my thighs wide open, my butt and abdomen are rising and relaxing again, thighs closing and opening again and again. One hand cruising across my naked breast, my nipples, my head, running through my hair, over my face, my neck - the other hand hardly rubbing the shaft, up and down, forth and back, again and again - as powerful as possible in the tightness of my jeans. Then diving deeper again to knead my scrotum and my balls, knead and rub them hardly, just at the limit to be painful. Returning to the shaft, pressing it with force and rubbing and pumping, slowly this time, but powerful. There, I notice the first wet spots in my jeans, the first drops of tasty pre-cum, and the first sign of being absolutely too late to stop all this.

Now I'm reaching the state, when it doesn't matter at all, whether anybody is watching me, whether she's on her balcony or not, whether she's watching me or not - I let myself go. My breathing increases in loudness and speed, my chair now sounds like hers sometimes, my thighs begin trembling, my head is banging around in all directions, one hand moving fast and caressing everywhere, the other one making use of all available room in my jeans, it can get, rubbing back and forth, up and down, with more and more power and more and more speed, faster and faster, firmer and firmer - and I know, I can't do anything against it: I have to squirt out all of my horniness now. And I will enjoy it!

But no, not the first time with my new acquaintance. I don't want to show her already so much of myself this very first time. She shall not see me dissolving in one great soundful and shaking orgasm, not this time already. I want to keep this little intimate secret until next time. I pull myself together, so she won't hear any more heavy breathing or any other sounds. But it will be hard: my abdomen is shivering and quaking, my chair is groaning, my thighs are trembling. Both hands are working heavily in my jeans, then one hand, from the outside again, kneading and rubbing my balls, the other one still moving up and down my shaft, up and down, down and up, stopping at the bursting head and massaging the sensible golden triangle right below the glans. Oooooooomph, I can't resist: a loud moaning escapes deep out of me. And another one - my neighbour's deck chair starts groaning again, too. My thighs are still trembling. My little finger penetrating my urethra, only to elicit some more pre-cum for spreading appreciatively across my nearly bursting glans. Oooh, that feels so good. Getting more pre-cum, spreading it out again, ooooooh. Again a loud, deep groan, and another one. And again a crackling sound of somegirlie's deck chair. I'm massaging my sensible triangle of lust again, more demanding this time. Oooooooh, that's so hot, but nearly too much: I'm already tumbling along the narrow path between exploding and swooning.

My heavy breathing changes into a fast panting, alternating with deep, calm breaths, and then fast panting again. My hand is pressing and rubbing powerfully, rubbing up and down, forth and back, up and down, my cock still seems to become even thicker and thicker, it feels like it will burst now - and yeeeeeeeeeees, it does:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I'm exploding. Oooooh god, heaven, that's so good. I'm taking off. Continuing rubbing, fast'n'hard, up and down, and again: another thick jet of sperm gushes into my jeans, and one more, and another one. My fingers are sensing the jets on their way all through my shaft, hot, exciting, ooooooooaaaaaaaah, once again: a tremendous jet of cum, oh Jesus, what a climax, what for mad driving orgiastic feelings. Ever had that much eruptions during one climax? Enjoying. Moving. Rotating. My whole body and my mind feel like in a rotation. Where am I? Where do I float around? I'm lying? Sitting? Flying? Don't know. Doesn't matter. Doesn't stop: once more a big jet of cum coming up and spritzing out. And yeeeeeeeeeeeah, yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, yeaaaaaah, another time. Will I stand this orgasm? Each jet of cum is attended by an incredible shudder in the abdomen, each jet of cum a new wave of endless lasciviousness. Am I quiet? Do I cry? Does she look? Has she got turned on? Is she aghast at this sight? Who cares?

Oooooohhh, mmmmmmmmmh, phhhwwww - calming down. Landing again. Once more some fruitfully drops of delicious sperm. Some last drops. Very last drops. I'm finished. I am all run down, but as happy and well feeling like I haven't for months.

My wonderful and lovably hand is diving in a deep lake of warm sperm. What a wicked feeling: slithering and swashing everywhere, and masses of warm delicious sperm to distribute all over my penis, my balls and my abdomen. How would I love to swallow all of it eagerly, it's so delicious. But I can't today, she's watching me. There will be some day, she will see me swallowing my sperm, but not today. Today it has to be sufficient to lick my fingers clean (mmmmh) and let the rest of it dry in my jeans and on my body.

I am finished now, so exhausted, all my powers have dissolved in those wonderful feelings this morning - and I feel extremely fine, and truly and wonderful satiesfied at all. What a dreamlike day.

My sweet neighbour girl, let me tell you: It's a many times a day, I'm thinking of you, and one of my first thoughts each morning belong to you. I hope, we will repeat such kind of wonderful adventure one of the next warm sunny mornings.