The Baby Next Door

With a group of friends and colleagues, we went out for drinks one night at one of the well-known Oriental hangouts in Thessaloniki. The company was good, the mood likewise, the crowd at the Oriental hangout almost familiar (characteristic of Thessaloniki). With the difference that in the neighboring group, which due to the layout of the place had merged with ours, there was a girl, brunette, of average height, and with ample assets.

At some point, one of my friends asked for a light and the eyes of the brunette (Katerina) fell on me. I handed her back the lighter and we started talking. She told me she was a student from Crete and that she'd been living in Thessaloniki since early September.

She seemed like a good sort, with humor and good manners. Slowly, my friends started to leave as it had gotten late, and when it was my turn, I very politely suggested if she wanted me to take her somewhere since I had a car and I live in the eastern suburbs (Kalamaria). She said yes and we set off. While we were in the car, I couldn't figure out what was going on, and because I don't like risk, I didn't speak at all.

When we arrived at her place, at the apartment building next door, there were police cars parked with their lights flashing, waiting. Katerina didn't want to get out of the car because she was afraid that once again the tenants of the neighboring building (foreign nationals) had fought amongst themselves and it had reached a critical point. I suggested we wait until they left, but I could see she was anxious. I suggested we go for a drink, regardless that it was already late, and she said it was a good idea. We sat at a little bar near her place and when we saw the police cars leaving, about 40 minutes later, I accompanied her to the door of her apartment building.

There, she made the first move. She invited me for coffee. I had started to foresee the continuation. We went up to the 7th floor and entered a very charming apartment with modern furniture, all in shades of pink and white. She made coffee, put on music, and asked me if I was alone. I answered that I was married and that my wife was a teacher in a school in another prefecture. "So," she told me, "you don't have a time problem for getting home." I answered, "I guess not," and lit a cigarette.

She approached me, stroked my hair, and told me, almost glued to my ear, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking? I want you, regardless that I don't know you. I like that you're married." The foreplay started and pulling me by the hand we went to the bathroom for a quick shower. She took all my clothes off herself, telling me, "I like to be in control." We got in the shower and started washing each other's backs. I took her in my arms and we went to the bedroom.

I opened her legs and started licking her hairless pussy, which was soaking wet. She got on top of me and started expertly licking my cock, first the head and then all the way to my balls. I came in her mouth and she continued without stopping for a second round. She turned me over on my stomach and started licking my back. Then with her hands she spread my ass cheeks and started searching.....

I told her I didn't like that, regardless that I had never tried it. Again she answered, "I'm in control now, enjoy it." She continued without listening to me. She licked my asshole without stopping while I got goosebumps all over my body. Almost madness.

She tried to put a finger in but because I wasn't into it, she told me, "Okay, leave it for later!" She lay down on the bed and I entered her. Her pussy was tight but superb. I was pounding her for about 10 minutes. Then she got on all fours. I was putting it in her with force and she was screaming with pleasure. I tried to fuck her asshole but she didn't let me. We changed many positions, as many as possible.

I took her on the floor, pressed her against the wardrobe, lifted her onto the kitchen counter. I absolutely refused to come. My cock was about to explode while my balls felt like they weighed 2 kilos. She knelt on the kitchen mat and started giving me a blowjob. The cockhead reached all the way to her throat, while she sucked like crazy.

Eventually, I started to come, while nothing fell down. She drank it all. She kissed me and told me she had never felt like that before and went for a quick shower. When she returned, she brought a bag with her while I was smoking naked in the living room. She knelt down and lifted my legs onto her shoulders.

She told me, "Relax and let me continue what I couldn't do before." I didn't refuse. She started licking my asshole while with her tongue she tried to get as deep inside as possible. I felt her fingers trying to caress my hole while one began to enter me. I felt strange. I didn't want her to continue, because it hurt but... From the bag she took out a jar of Vaseline and greased one of her fingers, which she pushed in as deep as she could. My cock, I don't know why, hardened and stood up as if you'd pressed a button.

She looked at me and said, "See, it likes it? Sex has no taboos!" The finger went in and out of my ass while her tongue licked every part of my cock, even my balls. The scene got heavier when I felt the finger come out of me and its place had been taken by something else. Before I could see (due to the position I couldn't see what was happening) a plastic cock was trying to enter me.

I tried to pull away but because there was plenty of Vaseline and I was already relaxed, it went inside me. She was caressing my chest, my stomach, and playing with my cock. I felt an incredible burning and pain, but because after a certain point I couldn't take it anymore, I stopped her, pulling her hand away. She continued to play with my cock and give me a handjob while with her other hand she played with my asshole.

I came again in her mouth and again she didn't let a single drop go to waste. When she finished, she fell on top of me and kissed me all over my body. She came close to my ear and told me, "Thank you for everything. Now you are completely mine." The difficult part came later, when I tried to sit on the couch, normally this time. The only thing I can tell you is that I didn't leave her house that night. I thought I couldn't walk. Even now I think I'm in pain.

The only sure thing is that I won't see her again. One such experience is probably enough, in contrast to my buddy who told me he always does it with his wife..