I live in an apartment complex near a major city; a mix of families, singles and students. A nice thing about walking my dog – a silly little beagle with lots of energy – is that I get to meet plenty of women, because they think she's cute. And on our late night walks around the complex I've started to see... interesting things. There is a subculture of people hanging out in their cars late. There are people slow cruising among the parked cars, looking to hang out with friends; people sitting in their cars working their phones and savoring some precious solitude – ghostly faces lit up by the flickering screens; people getting high, the savory aroma of weed drifting out their cracked open windows. Seems like the cars are an extension of some people’s apartments.
That includes my new neighbor, who is particularly cute and quite mysterious. She has lived in my building for several months, yet I've only seen her five or six times. Her car is parked out there most of the time, yet her work hours aren't regular. She has to be either a call girl or a restaurant manager! I keep attempting to strike up a conversation when I see her but she just says hi and breezes on by. She has interesting eyes, and is always on the move.
The other night, the dog dragged me out the door for a walk at almost midnight. The air was cool and there was my neighbor behind the wheel of her car, her face ghostly blue, giving me just a look and a nod as I walked past, intent on her phone. She was still there after our circuit around the complex, relaxed and not connected now, and we shared a long glance while my beagle was sniffing the bushes, her favorite pastime.
My neighbor seemed to decide something, glanced at the empty passenger seat then back at me. My eyes got wide, aha! I held up one finger, hustled the dog upstairs and then zipped back down to her car door, which unlocked with a click. I was sealed into an atmosphere of new leather overlaid with a touch of perfume and woman.
"Hello, my name’s Greg."
She took my hand with her small, slim one. "Greg, call me Sofia."
This is going to be fun, I thought. But I had no idea. Leaning back against the driver's door, she watched me, sizing me up.
"You are older than I thought…"
"How old did you think I was?"
"Fifty maybe," she said, shrugging.
"Yes, older. What’s your real name? It's not Sofia." She shrugged.
"Greg, what is it that you want?"
"Oh. Well, since we're neighbors, I wanted to meet you and find out about you. Russian people are interesting. I know something about Russian cooking and, uh…” I lost my train of thought as the lights in the car went out and my seat began to recline with a hum.
Sofia was so small that she easily climbed over on top of me and faced me, straddling my lap. Her arms went around my neck.
"Okay, let’s get to know each other," she purred, and then her lips were on mine. I kissed her lips softly and then kissed harder. Her tongue darted and then slid into my mouth, tangling with mine. Her body was warm on me and her wet lips were hot. Something clicked inside me and my hands were hungry for her skin, feeling under her blouse up her back and then a hand into her jeans under her panties; warm ass cheek, mmm!
It took a minute, but I figured out her bra with one hand and unclipped it, then pushed her bra and blouse together up over her head. My hands went to her nice little tits and squeezed, so warm and with stiff nipples. She shivered, then leaned forward and bit my earlobe, hard. I tensed and drew back, but her hand was in my pants, slim fingers circling my shaft, which stiffened up in about three heartbeats.
Quickly, she had my zipper down and I was throbbing and straight up, her hand squeezing and sliding my skin up my shaft slowly, feeling me. I looked up and watched her face closely, her eyes on my joint, smiling.
"Sofia, have you been interviewing me?”
"Hmm? No, I just want to fuck," she said, then, staring at me, "no one can know about this!" I reached down and started sliding her pants off her bottom. She rolled back on me and I quickly looped the strip of fabric from her panties around my cock. It held my shaft hard and tight up against her pussy.
That surprised her. I flexed and slid up along her slit and she sucked in a gasp. Her eyes closed. Gripping my shoulders, she pushed her bottom back, grinding on me until her folds opened and smoothly slid down my joint, warm and wet.
I lifted her wrists around my neck and held them there, kissing her hot mouth, breathing her breath and keeping her wetness flowing – I didn't want to fuck her yet. She was rocking her hips, trying to get me inside but I held her wrists tight, keeping the pressure on, staying just out of reach of her insistence. She was cursing softly in Russian; she was small but strong, arms trying to break my grip, but I was too much. I'm long too, and got my hips up and my glans reached her little rosebud, pressing on it while she was caught, then pressing the base of my shaft into her clitoris. She shivered, her body sinuous, squashing her breasts into my face. It was working, her stiff nipples rough on my cheeks and mouth, distracting me. We were fencing with heat and restraint and it was getting hot and crazy.
Inching her knees forward, she ground her clit on my abs and rolled her ass along my slippery cock, up and down, insistent. Damn, she is dirty, I marvelled to myself. Both her hands were gripping my head now, pushing her plump little tit into my mouth. I sucked on it and flicked the hard nipple. Now my hands were free and I took a finger and put it in her mouth; she sucked it in, gripping it with her tongue. I pulled it out wet and went right into her asshole. She arched her back, feeling it while my other hand guided myself into her wetness, pressing up inside her pussy. It was really tight, she was so small, but very slippery. I was fucking her slow while my finger was up her butt, feeling her contractions and filling some very tight places. And fill them up I did, my slow fucking regular now and strong; sweat was breaking out and we were almost there.
Then two car doors slammed; close! I heard the two guys from downstairs talking and walking right up to us across the lot. Sofia's car was dark with tinted windows but they would easily see us bobbing up and down like we were. I held my breath and gripped Sofia tight, my joint pressing deep inside her, still but throbbing, and her body was straining hard against me quivering. Her back arched and I realized she was starting to climax! I quickly covered her mouth with mine. She let out a muffled cry as her orgasm rippled through her taut muscles.
The guys didn’t see us as they brushed right past the car and walked into their place, slamming the door.
Sofia's eyes blinked open, foggy, then looked at me. "Spasibo."
"Da!" I said, thus exhausting all of my Russian.
"Wait," she said, nimbly reversing her angle, and gripped my cock, taking it into her mouth, her hands moving on me. That placed her lovely bottom right up on my chest and I savored her heat and sharp aroma of sex. Couldn't resist, and I explored with my tongue, hands squeezing her buns. All was dark, but her flavor was bright and delicious. Her folds felt a little swollen, I knew they'd be sensitive and took advantage, finding her clit and licking it hard. I knew I could easily make her come again so soon after her first orgasm and I did, her strong thighs squeezing my cheeks as I felt her buck and rock. I lost it myself then into her hot mouth.
We both breathed hard for a long moment while we recovered. Sofia got herself dressed quickly and I took that as my cue, pulling up my pants and trying to put myself together.
"You have to go now, so go!" She was in a hurry now, giving me a sharp look as the door unlocked with a click.
I looked right at her, not moving. "Tell me your real name."
Thoughts moved across her face while she buttoned up her blouse, then: "Anna, my name is Anna."
I leaned over and surprised her with a quick kiss. I bounced out the door, but then turned back and tapped the window. It slid down, and she looked at me.
"Anna… again?" She smiled then, and the window slid up with a thunk.
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