A Resident Turns into My Romantic Partner
Around two years ago, I started a new job out of the country. After my contract ended, I came home and stayed at my family's house while searching for a new place to live.
When I came back home, I noticed that the people living next door were still there. Across the street, there was a family with two daughters named Jane and Louise. Jane had married and had a baby when I left, while Louise was still living with her parents. She worked as a caregiver at a daycare center.
I wasn't surprised to hear that Jane had gotten pregnant. I'd often seen her in a car with her boyfriends in the back seat, engaging in sexual activities. They didn't seem to care as much as Jane didn't seem to worry about it.
I knew their parents quite well. Jane's mother was a very religious woman who held conservative views, and their father was a dull attorney.
If Jane had gotten pregnant by accident (intentionally was also possible), it wouldn't have shocked me. Her parents wouldn't have approved of birth control or abortion. She'd ended up marrying the father of her child.
Soon, Louise and I became friendly. Whenever I worked on my front yard, she'd come over to chat. Although I am significantly older than her, she showed interest in me. We had some thought-provoking conversations. She seemed to be testing me to gauge my feelings toward her. I had wondered what it would be like to sleep with her and maybe she'd sensed my desires. She'd mentioned the number of women I'd been with and remarked that she didn't last long - and smiled - when she saw me with two females in a short time period. I assumed she was aware of my affairs with them.
While in Germany, I had been dating a woman. Louise expressed interest in visiting there. She asked a lot of questions and took language lessons.
I provided her with the email address of one of my ex-girlfriends who lived in Germany and urged her to communicate more with her.
One day, as I was washing my car, Louise suddenly appeared by my side, causing me to accidentally spray her with water. She wasn't fooled by my excuse but might have intended to get wet on purpose. As if to show off her breasts, her blouse was wet and clung to her, exposing her nipples.
She didn't reprimand me and I believe she planned this encounter. I couldn't help but check out her breasts.
"Nice, aren't they?" I asked.
"Do you like them?"
"I do, but why are you teasing me like this? You never know what could happen." I said jokingly.
"I can hope," she replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're a man and unattached, and if I didn't want this, it wouldn't happen. I think you're getting my message."
"I'm not sure, but are you suggesting we do something other than chat?"
"Chat isn't a four-letter word, but what I suggest is."
"Are you saying we should engage in sexual activities?"
"Exactly. I want you to do with me what you do with those other women."
My penis became erect as I eyed her.
"Your suggestion is that we sleep together?"
"Am I clear enough for you?" Louise asked bluntly.
"Yes, I'm intrigued and would love to have sex with you."
"I won't be playing around with you," she said. "I've known you for a long time and I'm aware of how you treat the women you date."
"I won't waste any more time." She walked toward my private living space. "Head toward the granny flat in our backyard."
I followed her and she removed her wet blouse along the way.
"Do you have a towel?" she asked.
"Use the bathroom," I told her.
A minute later, she emerged completely naked. I watched her stunning body, impressed by her fantastic figure and perky breasts with a trimmed pubic patch.
"You look beautiful," I told her.
"Let's get down to business," she said.
I, too, became naked and her eyes focused solely on my genitals.
"Now, that'll make me happy," she commented as my seven-inch erection sprang out and stuck out to the left while pointing upwards. It wasn't perfectly straight.
A woman came up to me and we shared a passionate kiss, both of us completely naked and pressed tightly against each other. This intensified my arousal even further. The warmth of her body felt incredible, and her tongue was halfway down my throat as we kissed. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, allowing her to press against me. She rubbed her body against me and moved her hips, grinding her private area against my hard dick. If that didn't tease me, nothing would.
I was intrigued by her.
After breaking the embrace, she casually mentioned, "You're a good kisser."
"You're not too bad yourself," I replied. "I could say you've had a lot of practice."
"I learned how to French kiss from a girl at school. She knew all about sex and taught me a thing or two. We used to meet behind one of the buildings during lunch to kiss and talk about her experiences."
"Was she a lesbian or what?"
"No, she slept with both boys and girls. I know that after we finished kissing, I always had soaked panties. I hadn't peed myself. If she wanted to do something with me, I would've let her, but she said she never did things with girls at school."
"It sounded like she had more experience than she should've."
"She started having sex with one of the football team guys. He took her virginity and still sleeps with her."
After explaining all this, she slid down and began to kiss me passionately. She took my cock in her mouth without any hesitation. It was clear she knew what she was doing and how to please me.
She stopped after a minute and shared, "I don't want to steal your fun." She then moved to the bed and laid on it.
"Let me try and return the favor," I said as I went down on her. I licked the folds of her vagina, which were completely engorged and ready for any type of sex. She had the same musky scent and taste as other women.
Like her, I only maintained contact for a minute or two.
"I've done quite a bit of teasing, and it's delicious," I told her as I got ready to enter her.
"I can't wait," she replied.
I slipped my cock into her as she pulled her legs back. She knew exactly what she was doing, her experience showing.
Following my normal routine, I started by inserting just the head of my cock into her and waited for her reaction.
"That's what I want ... It feels good," she said.
I then slid deeper and deeper into her slowly, enjoying how it felt through my cock. She was warm, tight, and firm around my cock. She felt amazing.
"It feels good," she said.
I waited for a moment before I started to fuck her in a consistent rhythm.
"It's even better than I thought," she remarked. "I like it."
"I've never had anyone complain," I replied.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and began to enjoy the feeling of my cock inside her. She used her legs to push me deeper inside her. It was evident she knew how to relax and enjoy a good session of lovemaking.
I relished the feeling of her vagina, which was warm and wet around my cock. She didn't just lay there; she was enjoying the experience herself and the feeling of my cock. Her legs showed she was making the most of the pleasure we were experiencing together.
The way she used her legs indicated she was close to cumming. I increased my speed and the pressure of my thrusts, and she responded accordingly.
As I saw the signs of her close to cumming, I increased my speed and the pressure of my thrusts even more. She immediately reacted and lurched up, indicating she'd reached an orgasm. I escalated my speed and the pressure of my thrusts to intensify the pleasure for both of us.
This nineteen-year-old surpassed many older women I'd slept with, producing more sensations and pleasure than some had. The way she moved and responded displayed her vast experience in making love.
I had witnessed various women experience climaxes, and it was clear that she knew how to make her own orgasm intense and gratifying. She skillfully maneuvered her rear, maximizing the pleasure she received from my erection. Her mastery of her body was impressive, as she didn't often see women use their anatomy to optimize their pleasure with a man's genitalia.
Her soft moans and spasms were evident indicators of her enjoyment. After a brief pause, I slowed down and adopted a more gentle pace since she was moving her hips with ferocious intensity. She pinched her nipples as the delightfulness of her climax faded.
I refrained from interrupting her obvious pleasure and bodily responses.
"Oh my goodness, it's hitting my clitoris she exclaimed."
Her pleasure was her focus, I too had not climaxed.
After she completely exerted all her energy, she looked at me and grinned. She was breathless. I stopped thrusting into her but remained inside her, straddling her body, relishing the dampness of her sweat separating us as she rose and relaxed with each deep inhalation.
"Wow, if you have sex with every woman this way, it's a wonder you haven't married one. There's no doubt older men make better lovers."
"With capable younger women," I added. "I have no desire to wed and spoil my fun, not at all. Variety is my lifestyle. I'd say that if I were to marry you, we'd never leave the bedroom. For a woman your age, you fuck astonishingly well. I haven't encountered many women who climax as passionately as you and certainly no teenager."
"I must thank my older partner for that," she said. "My older lover taught me how to please a man during sex if I were having sex with him. He showed me how to heighten my enjoyment by engaging my clitoris while climaxing. How to position his member correctly. It was a far cry from masturbating and achieving an orgasm on your own."
"Were you two together for an extended period? You didn't learn all this during a single encounter."
"We've spent countless hours together and a few weekends at Bed and Breakfasts, learning how to make love. He took pride in transforming girls into women or what he referred to as 'whores.' I believe he accomplished this with me."
"I believe I owe him a debt of gratitude as well," I confessed. "To be honest, I have never felt such pleasure during sex, particularly with a woman of your age. To witness you climax in such a way was a wonderful experience."
"Let's not waste any more time. I sense you wish to climax yourself. Let me indulge in the pleasures and observe your responses. Observe if I can assist you in climaxing again."
I was more than eager to comply. I gently kissed her lips, raised myself onto my arms, and began to fuck her in my signature manner. As I did, she reacted by moving her body, legs, and arms, making it evident she was attempting to experience orgasmic bliss.
I lost track of her age while fucking her. Her competence in sex was above and beyond her years. She knew what she was doing and how to go about it. Her aptitude in pleasuring me left me astounded.
The delightful sensation of my cock entering her filled me with excitement. My genitals slapped against her thighs, adding to her pleasure. It didn't take long before I started working towards climaxing; the effort required to reach orgasm became apparent as I sensed a burning sensation in my groin and the extraordinary feeling along the length of my penis. The head of it tightened, filled with blood and her manipulations.
I released my seed with a massive spurt. I could feel the constriction in my urethra as my semen expelled into her. Spurt after spurt issued with the force of a volcanic eruption. The hugeness of the pleasure I felt in the haze of my orgasm made it difficult to perceive her countenance; however, I caught glimpses of her grinning, relishing my climax in her.
"This feels marvelous," she said, pleased. "I always enjoy it when the guy comes. It reminds me I've succeeded in pleasing him and formed a connection with him. I simply wish I could conceive without actually being pregnant. It's a crazy feeling. The experience we've shared is like making a baby, but it won't occur. Thank God for the pill."
I exited her and perched on the edge of the mattress.
"I had an exceptional time this afternoon. I find you alluring, and the manner in which you make love captivates me. Can you ever imagine doing it again, whenever you're prepared?"
"I'll need ten minutes first. Would you prefer a drink?"
"I intend to clean up first, and then accepting a drink would be a delight. Do you have any white wine?"
"By all means, your wishes are my commands. White wine or champagne?"
"Please choose champagne. We can celebrate numerous enjoyable moments such as this."
"Do we wish to continuously partake in this pleasure?"
"Yes. I've relished being loved in the way you do. I've had both amazing and regrettable experiences, but I am particularly fond of the way you approach lovemaking – fostering reciprocation and indulging my desires as well."
Louise then ventured to the bathroom, seemingly leaving behind a considerable amount of my semen that trailed down her legs.
Once she returned, I was busying myself with pouring champagne.
We settled down and relaxed over our drinks. I couldn't help but admire her ample bosom, of which I had previously been enamored. She noticed my admiration and chimed in.
"I've a trick you might like to sample," she revealed with a chuckle.
Louise positioned herself directly in front of me, lifting her glass of champagne. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she announced, "You can drink from my nipple."
Pouring some sparkling wine onto her right breast, she invited me to drink from her as it ran down. However, despite my best efforts, none was successfully consumed. She found this amusing, enjoying the sight of my futile attempts.
Keeping her breasts offered to me, Louise declared, "Now comes my next trick."
She crawled towards the bed and advised, "I'm going to fill the well, would you like to drink it from the well? It's much simpler that way."
Observing her intentions, I resigned myself to taking part in her game and obeying her wishes. I recognized that I would have to perform cunnilingus to satisfy her request.
She filled the flute with champagne and guided it to her entrance. I positioned myself to engage in her fantasy. Again, I realized that the objective of the situation was to provide oral pleasure.
Licking between her lips, I dipped my tongue within her, searching for her most sweet spot. I found it and began to lick vigorously.
Louise's moans grew louder as her satisfaction intensified. She began bucking her hips in an attempt to press her clitoris against my lips.
When her climax overtook her, she cried out, "Enough, enough. I can't tolerate it anymore."
I had brought her to another climax – one I hoped she'd remember fondly. Sharing a blissful, passion-filled kiss, she professed, "This was incredible! I've never had sex like this before."
We stood up and sat beside each other on the couch.
"This has been the most memorable afternoon I can recall."
"What about your lover who taught you well?"
"It was unique – he had different techniques and used his fingers more often. I like the way you do it more."
Louise inquired, "Have you ever impregnated a girl or been involved in a potentially scandalous situation?"
"No, I had a vasectomy. I cannot impregnate you, no matter how much I yearn to. Fucking you was unforgettable."
"Your past lover must have been adept at his craft. What about taking a prospective spouse's virginity?"
"I've never had the opportunity, and I wanted to provide said pleasure myself. We had sex frequently, even approaching a hundred times, and eventually, he revealed that I was the youngest woman he'd ever deflowered – indicating my proficiency and willingness to learn."
"I would've relished such a moment."
"My initial sexual experience occurred when both me and my partner were quite young."
"For the second, it was with a 21-year-old lady I met at a conference. I guess I showed such innocence that I couldn't help submitting to the temptation. I never realized she had never had sexual intercourse before."
"The third one was my friend's daughter, who was a teenager. I once had sex with her mother, and she asked if I'd be willing to have sex with her daughter since she wanted her first-time experience to be special. She had told her daughter that losing her virginity was a significant event in her life and wanted it to be enjoyable. Her previous sexual encounters had been horrible, and she didn't want the same for her."
"Have you had any conversations with her mother before this?"
"It was undoubtedly intriguing."
"Do you think it met your expectations?"
"It wasn't terrible, but I felt that she had no idea what it would be like. I think if I'd asked if she was sure she wanted that, she might've said no."
Louise said, "Are you ready for another round?"
She got up on the bed, preparing herself for me to have sex with her again.
"Want to try doggy style? That's usually enjoyable."
"Whatever way you'd like to fuck me will be a delight."
Louise then got on all fours on the bed, exposing her attractive, plump lips between her legs, which were waiting for my cock.
"Your derriere is stunning," I noted, considering if I should enter her there.
"Not right now, it's not something I've done often and it didn't go well for me last time."
I let go of this idea and focused on penetrating her pink pussy instead. She pushed her body backward to assist me in entering her completely. I began fucking her, and she started making noises like a cat in heat.
"This is amazing," she exclaimed.
"I agree, and I can't believe how enjoyable it is to be with you. I'm losing my ability to resist you."
We had sex slowly, taking our time to appreciate the sensations and each other. We found great satisfaction in the entire experience, not only through my cock and balls but also in the satisfaction we both received from being together.
"I believe my trainer had a big role in making my sex life wonderful," Louise said. "We practiced many times, focusing on technique and communication."
I didn't reply but continued fucking her while enjoying the sensation of maintaining contact between our bodies. I didn't want to cum yet since I wanted to cherish this moment with her. She was a guy's dream come true.
"I can't believe how fortunate I am to be experiencing this with you," I said.
"I feel the same. I actually thought about asking one of my friends if you'd want to meet him so we could both have company and it'd be more fun."
"I wouldn't mind, especially if I can meet him, but only if you're up for that."
"That would be great, I can just say I'm going out with people and sneak over to have some fun at night. I often sleep alone at night and think about you, which makes me miss your company."
"I don't mind if you enjoy a relationship with someone else, as long as you keep me posted."
"I would love that."
As we continued having sex, I found myself cumming unconditionally.
"I'm cumming," I said to Louise, who enjoyed her untimely orgasm as well. Though we didn't have a particularly 'romantic' connection, our no-strings-attached relationship felt incredibly gratifying. It turned us into fuck buddies with whom we could enjoy a simple, meaningful experience.
"I'm about to explode, how about you?" I asked her.
"Fuck me harder, don't worry about coming. Just don't pull out, I'll take care of myself on your cock."
I increased my pace and intensity, and the feeling on my dick was incredible. It had been rubbing inside her for so long, and it was so sensitive it almost hurt. My balls were swinging like a bell's clapper. I climaxed, and it was a huge relief to feel my cum shooting into her. It felt like a fire hose spraying out of my dick. The sensation of cumming and the tight walls of her pussy around my dick was mind-blowing. My balls were hanging roughly a foot down and slapping her ass cheeks. I was so focused on my orgasm and the feeling of cumming, I didn't notice Louise had also started to cum. She was grunting loudly and practically yelling, thrusting herself up and down my shaft. We were both so immersed in our climaxes that we didn't realize the other was having theirs as well. The physical and emotional sensations overwhelmed us both. The loud noises of our sexual release filled the room.
I slumped on top of her, and she crumpled and we both laid there for a while before I rolled off her and she turned to face me. Without speaking, she kissed me. Our connection was fierce, like lovers. We clasped each other and kissed passionately until we were completely drained. Our breathing and heartbeats slowed down.
She said breathlessly, "That was the best sex I've ever had. I love you."
I replied, "I have never experienced pleasure like this with any other woman. Louise, I've made love to you for the first time with any female."
We held each other tightly for a while, then she got up to go to the bathroom. I followed and urinated, then joined her in the shower. It was a fun wash.
Our non-romantic, purely sexual relationship began there.
We fucked like crazy for a few days, and she called me a few times that week. We fucked like rabbits.
I took her away for a weekender. There's a cabin for day laborers in a remote area, powered by solar energy and pumped from a nearby stream. I contacted the owner, and it was empty. We stripped naked and stayed that way during daylight hours. We put a futon on the grass and used it for our lovemaking. We lay in the sun, fucking intensely. We made love like lovers, fucked like crazy, and fucked like animals.
In between our sex sessions, we took short walks and swam in the roaring stream.
We had sex without being in love. We just loved fucking, and Louise said she thought she had been fucked more times in those three days than in her entire life. I'd never had sex so regularly or frequently in my life. It was like one long orgy.
Who knows what her parents would think if they knew how promiscuous she had become and who the stud was who satisfied all her desires.
She joked that the soles of her feet should be tanned because she'd had them in the sun for so long due to facing it every time we made love.
That weekend will never be forgotten. On our way home, she said she was a little sore but she had no regrets and would do it all over again whenever I wanted.
Six months into our relationship, she left for a job overseas for almost a year.
When she returned, she and I resumed our non-romantic but passionate sex life as if we'd never been apart, defying her mother's disapproval.
Our reunion was hours after her return, and she immediately showed me the results of her breast augmentation.
Both her areolas were now heart-shaped and looked amazing.
She said a friend had the same thing done, and she had persuaded her to have it done by the same breast surgeon.
She had taken several lovers during her time away, and each one had complimented her on the appearance of her newly shaped breasts.
She smiled and told me she was a bit sore but she still had no regrets and would do it again whenever I asked.
Two months later, when we were getting it on again, she showed me a small tattoo above her pubic hair. It was my name. It was small but visible in the spot where so much pleasure had been given and received.
When she had to leave again for work, she accepted, and we resumed our non-love affair when she returned seven months later.
Her mother wasn't happy, but we continued to have passionate sex and loved making each other cum.
Her first night back was immediately after her return, and she made a point of showing me her newly enhanced breasts. I was impressed by her decision and the results of her augmentation.
She had undergone breast reshaping, and both her areolas were now heart-shaped. They looked great.
One of her friends had the same procedure done by the same surgeon, and Louise decided to have it as well.
She told me all her lovers during her absence had complimented her on how attractive her breasts looked afterward.
If she had decided to show the world her breasts completely, I wouldn't complain. They looked fantastic, and so did the rest of her body paired with that tattoo.
Louise and I remain a couple in terms of our romantic feelings, but not partnership. We've both been open to casual intimate encounters when they presented themselves. As I was still travelling a lot, there were lots of chances that I would seize. Louise and her friends were also proactive in their relationships, pursuing connections when they felt the right moment had come.
Whenever I was home, we didn't let chances pass us by. We had a few weekends at the property, during which Louise suggested we try and get sunburn on the soles of her feet. Our sexual experiences with each other were consistently great, and I was continuously captivated by the centerpiece of her areolas on her breasts.
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