Neighbors erotic stories, part two.

Neighbors erotic stories part one, posted 11/24/09.

As soon as their conversation and stories took an erotic connotation, five pairs of eyes rested on Lindsay.

“What?—alright alright, I’ll share one of my erotic stories with you.” She crossed her legs Indian style, took a long sip of her drink and lit up a cigarette. She began her story.

“This happened three weeks ago actually. It was a Saturday night and the club was jammed when suddenly a professional football player and his entourage walked in. He—”

“What’s his name?” Alex interrupted.

Lindsay shot him a look, “Kevin…something! I’m not sure, all I know is that he was big and tall.”

“Oh well, that certainly narrows it down.” Mike retorted.

“Do you want me to tell the story, or what?”

“Guys shut up, who cares about his name. Go on Lindsay.” Karen came to her aid.

“One of the four guys with him was his body guard and he all full of muscles—like you Alex.’ She said, pointing her cigarette at Alex. “The other three were big guys too, but Kevin was by far the tallest. One of his friends, a regular at the club asked for a champagne room. The manager showed them the way upstairs, he pointed at me and four other girls, waving at us to follow. ” Lindsay took another long sip of her drink, “The champagne room had a couch, a love seat and two armchairs. Kevin plopped his body on the couch and spread his arms on the back rest. He was so big; there was no more room for anyone else on that couch. Three waitresses arrived with four champagne bottles and on the way down were asked to bring another four in half an hour.”

“How much money did these guys spend?” She was asked.

“It was close to five thousand I heard, in addition to the two thousand they spent on lap dances. The girls knew he was the one with the money and buzzed around him, but he politely asked them to dance for his buddies and somehow I was the only one left not dancing. His eyes told me he wanted me to dance for him, but he seemed shy. As on cue, a new song began and I moved closer to him and started to dance. I found his shyness attractive and immediately felt that the attraction was mutual. He began to run his hands along the side of my body and I remember thinking how gentle his touch felt despite their size. I took his touching as a go-ahead sign and straddled him. His caresses increased, so did my gyrating and grinding. We were so into each we hardly noticed the other girls alternating between the other guys. Suddenly, the song by twenty fingers—you gota lick it—boomed through the speakers. I took that as another sign and began licking his neck. I started at the bottom and worked all the way up to his earlobe. He was manipulating my butt as if it was a football. I could feel both his hardness and my wetness.”

Lindsay looked around; her captivated audience edged her on. “I was topless but still wearing my thong when I snuck my hand between our bodies and felt how soaked they were. I fondled with his zipper and when I tried to pull it out, his eyes darted right and left toward his buddies. Apparently they were busy themselves, because he stared back at me with lust in his eyes and wiggled his butt to allow me full access in his pants.”

“I was shocked by his size…football players don’t only have tight buns!” Lindsay said looking at the girls with a smile, then resumed. “I looked around furtively, when I saw the coast was clear, I leaned into him, he entered me as the group La Bouche belted the song—be my lover. Automatically I started gyrating, but he held my butt firmly, preventing me from moving. I thought someone was watching us, but he inched his face close to mine and whispered in my ears, ‘don’t move your hips, use your muscles.’ I did as he asked me and we fought to remain motionless; the world around us was fading, when suddenly an uncontrollable tremor erupted throughout my body forcing me to clench my eyes. I had to bury my head in his neck to prevent myself from screaming. He must have felt my passion, because I felt him convulse inside of me, which caused an even more forceful eruption within my body.”

Lindsay reached out for a cigarette exhausted, simply from recounting the experience.

Next time we’ll hear what Alex has to say…

Neighbors erotic stories, part one

This erotic story is about the journey of six neighbors who quickly became close friends. They live in a two story apartment complex in sunny Miami.

Allow me to introduce the six friends.

First there is Karen who is twenty-two years of age and is a licensed massage therapist. A slim blond with blue eyes, Karen is a vivacious woman with an outgoing personality.

Then there is Lindsay. She is twenty-five and works at a showgirls’ club in south beach. Her mother had enrolled her in dance classes since she was seven years old, but showgirl dancing was not what her mom had envisioned for her. A redhead with fair skin, Lindsay has sparkling green eyes, which went unnoticed due to her other special features—twelve inch lower.

The third girl in the group is Tony, short for Antoinette. Tony, the oldest of the girls at twenty-seven, is a typical Italian with dark hair and beautiful brown eyes. She is slightly curvy, but it went unnoticed because of her above average height. Tony is constantly absent due to her job as an airline stewardess.

The first male friend is Mike. A strapping man with light hair cropped short, Mike works in the police force. He is twenty-eight and when in uniform, needless to say, all women fawn over him.

Rico is the most reserved out of all the friends. Of Hispanic descent, Rico is lean and had long black hair always kept in a pony. He is in his mid twenties and works for a limousine company. Rico spends most of his evenings chauffeuring rich people.

Finally Alex. He is the youngest of the guys at twenty-three. A trainer at a downtown gym, Alex has a fitness trainer degree. He often moonlights to the rich and famous of the Sunshine state.

Their friendship began one day when they were by the pool. It was Thanksgiving Day and they all had time out from their hectic schedule. With most of the other residents celebrating with their families, the pool was empty when one by one they all came in. Alex had arrived with an air floating mattress and Lindsay asked if she can lay on it. This caused a ‘hey I want to lay on it too’ reaction from the other girls. The guys meanwhile began spinning Lindsay around and soon they were all screaming and laughing.

An evident chemistry quickly developed between them and they began chitchatting like old friends, elbows resting on the floating mattress.

Later on, they felt hungry and decided to have a BBQ. Since all the supermarkets were closed, they each went to their respective apartment and raided their fridges. Alex and Mike brought down the beer and soda. Lindsay, who didn’t have time to shop, grabbed some chips and her boom box. Karen got some burger patties and hot dogs. Rico had a tray of frozen chicken breast, while Tony, whose fridge was empty, contributed paper plates, cups and cutlery. They used the BBQ on the side of the pool and soon had a full blown pool party going on.

Later in the evening, almost in the dark and still in their bathing suits, the six new found friends sat in a circle exchanging personal stories. By now beer was replaced by Vodka and lime, and their stories suddenly took an erotic twist.

I will be posting a new sexcapade every two to three days, so stay tuned for our friends erotic adventures…

Nine and a half weeks...my erotic story, part two.

Part one posted November sixth.


My nine and a half weeks…part two.


Although I knew of Sandra’s desire to act a subservient role, her question still took me by surprise and I caught myself wondering how far I could push. More importantly, I wondered how far she was willing to go.

“Spread your legs for him.” I replied. “Do it slowly and look in his eyes. Let your eyes tell him you want him to watch.”

She calmly sipped her drink and slowly inched her legs apart while her eyes locked on his. Several minutes later she looked at me and raised her eyebrow. She gave me an, ‘anything else?’ look. She was daring me to ante the stakes. So I did.

“Take your underwear off.”

It took her a moment, when she saw I wasn’t kidding, she placed her drink on the table and began to inch them off one side at a time. It felt incredible yet bizarre at the same time. I began to enjoy the erotic game playing and watched as waiters and patrons walked around completely oblivious to the fact that my girlfriend was showing her most private part to a complete stranger.

Her skirt was tight so it took a long time. The man’s eyes kept shifting between his lady friend and Sandra’s thighs. I almost felt sorry for him, he looked so conflicted. Less than ten feet away was a sexy woman giving him the show of a lifetime, yet he couldn’t openly ogle at her. I’m sure if his lady friend had known about the show hubby was watching behind her back, she would have belted him one.

By now Sandra had her underwear around her ankles; casually she glanced around and bent down to retrieve them. She bunched them into a ball and offered them to me putting them almost under my nose. The scent of her arousal penetrated my nose and quickly traveled south. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Leave them on the couch,” I said as I stood and dropped some money on the table. “Let’s get out of here, I’m ready to explode.” Sandra eyed my pants and laughed out loud.

We headed toward the entrance and as we passed the man, he now seemed to have shrunk in his seat with his eyes glued to his drink. I figured if he didn’t somehow grab the underwear then the busboy was in for a nice tip. Outside I opened the door to the SUV and helped Sandra climb in. What a gentleman!

Several days later after we had sex, we cuddled and talked, (I know right! cuddle and talk after sex…) and Sandra shared with me for the first time her sexual fantasy. I was intrigued, but didn’t respond. My mind had begun to scheme scenarios and calculate possibilities. Two days later I had devised a Machiavellian plan. Sandra’s birthday was just around the corner and I was planning on fulfilling not only her fantasy, but mine as well.

Her birthday arrived and I took her to a nice Japanese restaurant. We had a great time, great food and lots of Saki. From there we went for drinks at the rooftop of a well frequented Hotel. A band was played some exotic music, the breezy night was starry and soon the Saki was replaced by flowing margaritas. The stage was getting set.

Suddenly I looked at my watch, a little past eleven, time for us to go—her surprise was to take place at midnight. Riding the elevator down; I told her that I booked a room in the hotel to celebrate her birthday. She was genuinely surprised and rewarded me with a kiss that lasted twenty floors. Downstairs we stopped at the lounge bar where I picked up a champagne bottle, placed it in a bucket full of ice and cradled it back to the elevators. The twinkle in Sandra’s blue eyes betrayed her excitement; I remember saying to myself—wait until you see the real surprise.

Earlier that afternoon when I had picked up the key for the room, I had placed a gift wrapped box in the center of the bed surrounded by five silk ties. When Sandra entered the room, she stopped at the edge of the bed, looked at the ties then gave me a puzzled look. When she saw my smirk, it dawned on her and her skin color turned a light shade of red. I reached for the box and handed it to her nodding toward the bathroom.

At first she stood with her hands on her hips ignoring me. For a second I questioned the insanity of my action, but then she snatched the box from my hand, grinned, and marched into the bathroom. I began breathing again. I looked at my watch I was cutting it close; I turned off all the lights expect a lampshade which stood erect (no pun intended) in the corner behind an armchair. I approached the bathroom and heard the shower going; I gave another sigh of relief. Suddenly there was a light rap on the front door which made me jump, my heart raced and my throat went dry. I quietly opened the door.

Minutes later Sandra emerged from a blanket of fog looking like someone’s wet dream. That white negligee fit her like a body glove. She looked stunning and knew it. She did a little pirouette, threw her head back and gave me a laugh that said; I’m ready to tease you tonight. I ignored her, the anticipation was killing me; I grabbed her hand and guided her on the bed. She positioned herself in the middle of the bed aware that she was fully exposed, but I did my best to stay focused on the task at hand—tying her up. When I was done, her arms and ankles were anchored to the four posts of the bed, but there was one more tie. She looked at me as I walked up to the head of the bed and blindfolded her. Her colors turned a darker shade.

I walked toward the closet and quietly let out her surprise, then walked over to the corner and settled in the armchair. The busty brunette I had called from an escort service walked up to the foot of the bed and placed one knee on it and began to caress Sandra. At first I thought Sandra would feel the difference in the touch, but she later told that the thought had never crossed her mind. The brunette leaned over to the ice bucket and placed several ice cubes in her hand. When she closed her fist, it didn’t take long for the ice to melt and the first drops landed on Sandra’s breasts. Not expecting it and totally in the dark, she twitched under her restrains. The brunette kept melting more ice all over Sandra’s body until the negligee was soaked on her skin and I could see her chest heaving. The brunette was relentless, she lifted Sandra’s negligee almost up to the waist totally exposing her nakedness and went for more ice. When the drops first touched Sandra’s private parts, she shuddered and moaned. The brunette stayed on target and with every passing drop, the ties barely restrained her.

The brunette stopped playing with the ice and her finger penetrated Sandra. With every thrust of her finger and then two, Sandra’s breathing became ragged and her moans intensified until she suddenly let out a loud groan and heaved her body up in an arch—deepening the fingers inside of her.

The brunette motioned me over, taking me out of my trance. I quietly approached and knelt at the head of the bed while she bent down between Sandra’s legs and placed her lips where her fingers were. This elicited louder moans, but, what drove Sandra over the edge was when I suddenly whispered in her ears. The moment she realized that my lips could not be at two places at the same time, the floodgate was opened. She grinded herself against those unknown lips and loudly expressed her climax.

After the last exhausting climax, Sandra’s body collapsed on the bed, her breathing still shallow. I paid the brunette and she quietly saw her way out. I undressed and climbed on the bed thrusting myself inside of her. She met me with a gasp and once more her body arched, but when I began to kiss her, she broke my kiss and spoke for the first time.

“Untie my feet; I want to wrap my legs around you.”

One week after Sandra’s birthday, we both left the real estate business for greener pastures. Unfortunately Sandra returned with her ex-boyfriend and when we said our goodbyes, I was left with memories. Memories which I knew would inhabit a unique place, where I would find refuge—whenever I had the blues.

And that’s how my erotic story ends. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed living it.

Many thanks to my good friend JC for all his editorial help.

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An erotic story,

My wife and I have been married for sixteen years now. Our life is still romantic. I still love her today the way I loved her when we first met, and throughout our marriage I have remained faithful. The erotic story I’m about to share happened several months before we began dating.

A friend of mine had received two tickets to go to Acapulco for one week as a Christmas bonus and asked me if I wanted to join him. Scheduling a week off at work was no problem and the idea of frolicking in the sun, surrounded by sensual bikinis sounded appealing.

The entire week was spent partying, bar hoping and drinking. On our last day, my buddy hooked up with one of the local girls who invited us to a private party that evening. I was exhausted from all the partying and since the Jeep we rented was in my name, I had to wake up early to return it. So I told my friend to go on by himself and have fun, meanwhile, I decided not to venture too far and headed for the hotel’s bar.

The place was not all that crowded, I decided to sit on a stool around the bar. Later on as it became a little more crowded two beautiful girls squeezed in on the stools beside me. After the hellos and the preliminary introductions, I offered to buy them drinks. They accepted but warned me that they had previous plans to meet some friends at another bar shortly. It turned out that they were from Italy also vacationing for a week. I immediately took a liking to the one sitting next to me, she was a sexy brunette, but with my luck due to the language barrier, she was a little shy. Her friend spoke good English and began to chat with me. The music was increasingly louder by now and I had a hard time hearing her. At one point when she repeated the same question twice, I had to lean over the sexy brunette to hear her. That’s when she took me by surprise and with accented English, erotically whispered in my ear that I smelled good.

Several minutes later the sexy brunette asked the barman where the restrooms were and he told her they were downstairs at the end of the bar. As soon as she left, her friend scooted to the vacant seat next to me and began to openly flirt with me. She was nice, but I was more interested in her friend. I knew I only had one chance, with that in mind I excused myself and headed downstairs to the restrooms.

I arrived just in time. The lady’s room door opened and the sexy brunette came out. She froze in her tracks, but gave me a sly smile. She wore a tank top over a loose skirt and I could see she didn’t wear anything under that tank top. I grabbed her from the waist and backed her into the concrete wall. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. My heart was racing, but I didn’t care, I wanted to do this and it was now or never. When I took both her hands and pinned them on the wall over her head, she made a guttural sound; she was definatly not as shy as I thought. With my free hand I lowered my zipper and then slid my hand under her skirt. To my surprise she didn’t wear anything under her skirt either. I lifted her thigh and squeezed against her, instantly finding her wetness. Letting go of her hands, I lifted her other thigh with my free hand while she braced herself on me by embracing me. The fear of someone coming down and catching us, plus the way we were doing it, slamming against that concrete wall, made it more enticing and we soon simultaneously climaxed.

Without a word, we readjusted our clothes and she preceded me upstairs. When I arrived at the bar both girls stood and left to meet their friends. The whole episode lasted less than one hour and I don’t even remember her name.

Over the ensuing sixteen years of blissful marriage, I’ve never forgotten about that erotic encounter and often wondered if she still remembers our little escapade. While I’m madly in love with my wife and would never have it any other way, once in a while my sexy Italian will put a smile on my face which no one understands.

Sissel

Nine and a half weeks...my erotic story.

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Submitted on 11/6/2009

My nine and a half weeks...an erotic story.

This is my erotic story; it is a true story which I was compelled to title after the 1986 movie starring Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger because of certain parallels. Although my relationship with my lady friend might have lasted a little longer than nine and a half weeks, due to its erotically charged intensity, its duration actually felt shorter. Unfortunately I have lost contact with her and have not seen nor heard of her since 1987. This is our story.

We met in a real estate office, I had just begun as a grunt in the cutthroat world of real estate and Sandra (not her real name) was the office secretary. She was twenty-four at the time—eight years my junior. A beautiful woman with wavy blonde hair, she had blue eyes and a sensuous laugh. Though she thought herself slightly hippy, I thought she was very sensual—despite a conservative wardrobe.

One day, I don’t recall the occasion; we were required to come to the office in casual clothes. While many associates wore jeans and sneakers, Sandra walked in wearing a yellow sleeveless top over a black mini skirt and high heels. She strutted around the office and like the song says, she had legs and knew how to use them. This was the day I was hooked. Soon after, things suddenly took an upward turn. Rumors of her impending breakup with her boyfriend began to circulate. I, of course, took that as a sign from the heavens and began to unabashedly flirt with her. The more I flirted with her, the more I felt a sliver of chemistry develop between us. Now I have to be brutally honest here; I was really astonished by her receptiveness. I say astonished because, contrary to my mom’s insistence of how handsome I was—the Mel Gibson type—I was not. She, on the other hand, modeled lingerie on her spare time. Actually, her picture wearing only a bra and panties was on the cover of lingerie packages sold in department stores everywhere.

Several weeks later, it was a Sunday afternoon and Sandra came over to my place; we had planned to go grab a bite to eat. That day, for a reason I can’t recall, there was a huge power outage in the city and all the restaurants ended up closing their doors. We therefore decided to head over to my place. I lived on the seventh floor of a high-rise and with the elevators out of commission; we had to use the fire escape stairs. Thank goodness I had not chosen the apartment on the nineteenth floor. As soon as we entered my apartment, we both knew that this would be a point of no return. While she walked in the dark bathroom, I nervously sat at the edge of the bed. Several minutes later she came out and stood in front of me hands on her hips. She wore a loose fitting sweatshirt over some grungy grey sweatpants but I remember thinking at the time how incredibly sexy she looked. She must have read my eyes because she suddenly bent down at the waist and kissed me. As I savored the sensation of her kiss, my hands roamed her body and all my senses heightened to an unprecedented height. Unhurriedly we explored each other and unhurriedly she straddled me, unhurriedly we made love with passion and intensity.

After making love to a woman, I believe that the biggest mistake men do is wane the amount of flirting. Women in turn, interpret this as a sign that their men don’t find them as attractive and sexy anymore which leads to a deterioration of an otherwise healthy relationship. I must be honest; this is a sin to which I have been guilty of on numerous occasions. But, not this time. Not with Sandra. Maybe it was because of the way she responded to my flirtatious ways. Maybe it was because she outrageously upped the stakes every time I flirted with her—more so in public. This made me soon realize that she loved to play the game; she loved to play a subservient role. Consequently, from that moment on, our lustful games intensified quickly.

One evening we were having a drink at the lounge of a four star hotel. The lounge was dimly lit and we sat side by side enjoying the piano man. Sandra wore another one of her wicked mini skirts displaying her tanned legs. Sitting ten feet away was another couple enjoying their evening. The lady’s back was to us while her boyfriend/husband was sitting across with an unobstructed view of Sandra’s legs. Every time she crossed them he seemed to squirm a little more.

“That man is checking out your legs.” I whispered to her.

“I noticed that.” She replied.

“Why don’t you show him more?”

“What exactly do you have in mind?” She gave me a mischievous smile.

Please stay tuned for the rest of: My nine and a half weeks.