Next Door Girl


My Next-Door Neighbor’s Wife

I am 24 years old and live in Lahore’s Cantt district. My father retired as a Naval Officer. My mother is a physician. Because we are middle-class, we have rented the upper floor of our home. We used to have a PIA pilot and his family renting the upper portion of the property. However, it was a small family. Only the husband and wife lived there, except for a visit from their cousin now and then. Shazia was the name of the wife. She was a Pathan by birth but having grown up in Karachi, she was very different, even with her Urdu accent. I was about 18 when they moved in, and after my Intermediate exams, I was rather free and did nothing. Her husband, Shehzad, worked on international flights and was frequently out of the country for weeks at a time.

As time passed, Shazia and I grew closer in terms of friendship. We used to watch movies together and I used to take her to the market and other places. At first, I thought she was just being nice. After a while, she began talking about love and asked if I had any female friends. Whenever we were alone, she brought up the subject of intimacy on purpose. She used to complain about her husband’s neglect of him. I attempted to explain that it was the nature of his job. Her intentions, however, were quite different.

Let me first introduce you to Shazia. She was about 32. 5 feet 7 inches tall, wasn’t she? Very fair and pleasing to the eye. Her features were reminiscent of a fox, as was her demeanor. I used to rent movies for her; she requested that I bring her some love stories with explicit and obscene love scenes. I gave her a few. She used to invite me to see the movie with her, but I always made an excuse because my parents were suspicious of the two of us. I could hear them talking about telling Shehzad to find another place to live at times. I had a feeling he was on to something.

To tell you the truth, I was very tempted to have sex with her but was always afraid to make the first move for fear that it was all in my head and she was just being polite and honest with me. Then, while her husband was away, she began calling me late at night on my phone to talk about mostly sex-related topics. I used to get excited and wait for her to call.

My parents had gone to another city to attend a wedding one day. They weren’t supposed to return for another four days. They did, however, leave one of my uncles in charge of the house. I guess they didn’t trust Shazia and me in the same house. By that point, she had become very open to me and even asked if I wanted to have sex with her. And I told her to be patient until the right time came. My uncle was a fun-loving individual who had no idea what I had planned. It was a pleasant July afternoon. He was sound asleep in the air-conditioned room. I told him I was going out to see a neighboring friend. He didn’t mind because he was so tired. I called Shazia and told her that “now might be the time.” She became ecstatic and stated that she had been anticipating this moment for quite some time. She had a maid who came once a day to clean her house, wash her clothes, and do other chores. She gave her an early lunch break and told me to come up the stairs as soon as the maid left. I was dressed comfortably in jeans and a T-shirt. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing. I’m expecting to have the first experience in my life.

I rushed up the spiral staircase after the maid had left. As I walked into their living room, she was dressed in a red nightgown. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was even wearing make-up. She smiled at me and said, “Ready?” I said, “You bet.” She motioned for me to follow her to the bedroom. She slammed the door shut behind her. And I felt as if my life was slipping away from me. I was extremely tense. Wouldn’t all of you be in my situation? I wasn’t exactly a tomboy back then. Before that, I’d never had a girlfriend. I was a shy person with strong desires. After all, I was a human being. Previously, my best sexual experience had been tossing off magazines in the bathroom.

In any case, she got close to me. I could smell the pleasant perfume she was wearing. It was quite exotic. Even in a thin nightgown, I could see her nipples getting erect. Because she was wearing high heels, she was almost as tall as I was. She kissed my lips and told me to unwind. That first kiss was fantastic, even though it was brief. As I stood there less like a statue, she told me to show some excitement. My heart was saying yes, but my mind was saying no. Then I thought to myself, “Hey, what the heck?” and wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly. I kissed her, my tongue going deep inside her, still a little perplexed. We tangled our tongues, and I could feel her saliva entering my mouth. It was an out-of-this-world sensation. She took a few steps back and slipped out of her dress, looking me in the eyes. She was dressed in nothing else. She looked like a Roman goddess there. In front of me, she was naked. The girl of my dreams was someone else’s. At that point, who cared? “Well, what do you think?” she inquired.

“Wow,” was my response. She approached me and pulled down my zipper. My dick was pleading with me to take it out. It did, however, have its mind. When she pulled down my jeans, my cock popped out, and to my surprise, she swallowed it. She had to have been watching one of those hard-core movies. The touch of her tongue on my penis was very ticklish at first, but as my mind gradually accepted the fact that it was in the mouth of a gorgeous woman, it became harder and harder. She sucked on it for a while before standing up and looking at me with steamy eyes. She swung around and sat on the bed. She stretched her legs wide open in the air. She said, “Oh, Fuck me, Fuck me hard,” and I jumped on top of her, my heart pounding like techno. I looked down at her genital area. It had recently been shaved and was very clean. The pussy’s lips were pink. I felt the hole with my fingers first, then slowly guided my prick inside her. Her pussy was warm, but not too hot. Her head jerked back in delight, and she moaned. I began slowly and gradually increased my speed until I was moving at a steady pace. It was, however, a significant effort. Her long, beautiful nails were embedded in my arms as she gripped them tightly. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with each stroke. Her eyes were closed, as were her lips. She occasionally drew her tongue out and rolled it over her lips. She was having a good time. My cock became hard and wild at the thought of being an instrument of her pleasure. We were both fully engaged in this wild session at the time. She was having orgasms on top of orgasms. I pulled my dick out of her as I was about to cum, but she grabbed it and guided it right back in, telling me to continue “I am on the pills, cum inside me, deep inside” I butted everything inside her in a matter of seconds. She must have thought so because she screamed and yelled “Oh Yes!”

I stayed inside her for about a minute before slowly pulling my dong out the other side. It was heaven seeing her there naked with only a pair of high heels on. I sat down beside her, and she took my hand in hers and said, “Now you’re a man.” I returned the smile and asked, “And what does it make you?” She paused for a moment before saying, “A Bitch, right?” She went into the bathroom but left the door open. I could hear her pee running down the toilet. I had a wild and crazy thought to drink that piss, but I shook my head. She emerged with a brush in her hand. She began brushing her long brown hair. And I thought to myself, “Is it all over?” My dick was resurrecting, and she was aware of it as well. “You are ready again, that’s quick,” she said as she climbed the bed. So, what do you expect from a guy who just had his first fuck?

She knelt and kissed me. She climbed on top of me, holding my cock in her hand, and guided it into her still wet pussy. As she began fucking me, a shiver ran down my spine. I was pressing my thumbs against her nipples while holding her breasts. She became very excited and moved very quickly. That was a fantastic experience. We fucked for about ten minutes and felt as if it was never going to end. She walked away and said, “I’ve never been fucked in the ass, please put it inside my ass.” She knelt in a doggy position, her ass facing me. “Wow, virgin ass,” I thought to myself. When I opened her buttocks, I noticed a very small hole. When I asked her if she was certain, she replied, “Shut up and fuck me.” I simply inserted the head at first, and she screamed in pain. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no With some trepidation, I push my way into her tight, rather tight ass.

Approximately half of my modest 8-inch height went inside. She was pleading with me to insert the entire thing. I yanked it out a little and then jerked the whole thing deep inside her ass. The sensation of anal sex had always piqued my interest. After a few attempts, the penetration became easy, and she began to moan and scream. Her face was hidden beneath the pillow. I grabbed her breast from behind and fucked the woman of my dreams in the ass at a rapid pace. We fucked in the same position for at least 20 minutes before I came inside her and filled her ass with my cum. I stepped off the bed, and she resumed her position without saying anything. “Oh, my God, are you okay?” I asked. ” Sure, sure.” She stood up and smiled as she stood on the bed. “How are you feeling?” “Like a new man,” I replied. She jumped at me, and I carried her around like a baby. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. She was the ideal woman.

That was the first occasion. We fucked at least a dozen more times before my parents returned (not on the same day of course).

She stayed with us for another month before moving to Karachi. I never heard anything else from them again. Since then, I’ve had at least every other night’s fantasies about her. She was a person I’ll never forget. Please contact her if she reads this. Capt. Shehzad Hassan had moved to Jordan, according to a stewardess friend of my cousin. I’ve been in London for three years, studying business sciences and working my way through college at a local bank. Maria, a Spanish girl, has captured my heart. We have sex every other day or so. But my interactions with Shazia remain my most memorable. All of the specifics have been related to Maria.

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