My Lesbian Encounter: My New Neighbor – Part 2

Then, one hot lucky day, I was hopping into my car. I suddenly spotted Julie. She was unlocking her car, which was parked just next to mine. My heart started pumping fast with overwhelming excitement. She was in her casual dress, wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of sexy white sandals.

I waved my hand with a smile, and she responded. I was excited and I was desperate deep inside to have her company again. I asked where she was heading. She said she was heading out to the nearby grocery store. I said to myself, “Bingo,” as I was going to the same place.

I offered her to ride with me. Rather, she made a counteroffer to go into her car, which I gladly accepted. We were approaching the grocery store. As she was driving, we broke some more ice and became more friendly. Back in my head, I was enjoying the sight of her sexy body sitting next to me so closely.

With the blow of the car air conditioner, I could smell her body odour with the fresh scent of some expensive perfume. While she was driving, I was watching her long, bare arms. Her long neck, her sexy shapely thighs and legs. Her sexy white sandals covered her delicately pedicured feet working on the accelerator.

Literally I was getting so turned on that I wanted to grab her in my arms or at least get myself off right there in her car! But, of course, I had to control myself. In the grocery store, I intentionally made a very light purchase. I noticed her cart was getting all full.

When we reached back to our apartment complex, I helped her unload her groceries. While carrying a few bags of her groceries, we both got into the elevator. I was fulfilling my moral responsibility on the token of courtesy as being her courteous neighbour.

As we came upstairs, she unlocked her apartment. I made my very first entry into her place while carrying some bags of her groceries. I was very excited from deep inside. My heart was pumping hard because of the overwhelming excitement. No doubt, she decorated her apartment very carefully.

We came straight to her kitchen, settled the groceries and sat on the dining table chairs. Since it was a pretty hot day, she asked about my choice to get something to drink. I just requested a glass of cold water. But she insisted on anything else, like maybe a soft drink or a glass of booze.

I was ok with the glass of cold water showcasing my manners. It was a hot day, and she seemed exhausted, too. She handed over the glass of cold water to me and grabbed one for herself. She kicked off her sandals and got comfortable on the nearby chair as we were chatting.

By now, we have already established good, friendly terms as being new neighbors or friends. During the chat, my eyes were gazing at her sexy long legs, her arms, her shaved armpits, her sexy lips, and her loose hair. I learned that she is the offspring of an Indian father and a white Caucasian mother.

Regardless, she carried herself with a stunning personality. I also noticed that she stretched a few times while chatting as if she was tired. She was holding her neck and shoulders as if she had strained her shoulder and neck muscles or got too tired.

She was making me more and more horny with her looks. I was getting wet discretely down between my thighs. She was all alone at home as her kid was visiting his grandmother, and her husband was at work. All I wanted was to drag her into her bedroom and fuck her brains out to extinguish the fire in me.

But I had to control myself with lots of patience without making any mess. While noticing her strained neck and shoulder muscles, I made a smart move. I asked if she was ok or having any pain. Before she said anything, I made my first lie by saying that I am a trained masseuse who can put her at ease.

She responded with shyness that she was ok. But did not make any acceptance to test my massage skills. I got more restless. I was trying my best to make her more and more comfortable through my chatting. I ensnared her by talking about myself.

I was adding some lies as my massage training, my massage skills, my work experience as a masseuse, etc. etc. My point was to convince her and to get myself accepted as a well-trained skilful masseuse. But I have not received any acceptance from her yet.

After a little bit, I woke up to get some more water and opened her refrigerator. As soon as I opened her refrigerator, I saw a chilled red wine bottle. It was already opened and was sitting on the refrigerator door. I just expressed my likeness to that brand of red wine.

She immediately offered and asked me to take out that bottle and help myself. She pointed out the drawer to get the glasses. Immediately, I fixed two drinks, one for myself and handed over the other glass to her.

Next, we were talking and enjoying the wine as soon as I noticed that she had finished more than half a glass. I poured some more wine into her glass and made it full. I wanted her to enjoy the booze and get high. While sipping wine, she was showing the signs of her strained shoulder and neck muscles.

This time, I took advantage. I woke up and offered my courtesy by going behind her chair. I gave her a very gentle massage on her shoulders and neck muscles. My massage did not make any objection on her part. But rather, it kept her quiet and calm, and it seemed like she was enjoying my magic hands.

Though I was not any professional masseuse, I had to portray myself as an expert. Soon, I noticed she was getting a little loose. Her neck was slightly dropped and relaxed. My hands and fingers were running on her bare arms, shoulders, and neck.

Indeed, I was trying to make the best impression of a professional masseuse giving her best performance. Since I did not get any objection, I made another advancement. I offered my massage on her back to make her more relaxed. I asked if we could go to the bedroom.

I was kind of reluctant to my advancement, which was still too early. But I had to take that risk. However, she responded by saying, “Oh ok, let’s go.” And we were walking towards her bedroom. I was just thrilled with my excitement. In her bedroom, she made me settle on her bed, turned on the TV and left.

She came back in a few seconds. She told me that she was going to take a quick shower, and I nodded to say ok. I was more excited to see her freshly showered body, and I was waiting for her return. In the meantime, I was really enjoying sitting in her bedroom right on her bed.

A sense of imagination was making me more and more excited. This must be the same bed on which she gets fucked by her husband in the nights! That imagination was making me more and more wet. I literally masturbated through my clothing by slipping my hand inside my dress very discretely.

I just reached my orgasms a couple of times. My fingers were soaked in my juices, and I licked them off right away. I could still hear the running water sound outside of the washroom while she was taking a shower. Suddenly, a nasty idea ran across my mind.

I wanted to peep inside the washroom and enjoy viewing her in the shower. But it would be a disaster if I got spotted. So, I did not dare at first. However, under the influence of overwhelming passions, I gathered myself and decided to take a chance.

Perhaps I must have followed my belief of “No game, no gain.” So, I got up from the bed and did that nasty act of peeping inside the washroom. I was dying to see her naked inside the shower. The washroom door was closed, but it was still leaving a very thin gap.

I got cautious and did not want to open or push the door even a little bit. I was afraid of the cracking sound of the door if the door made a noise. However, the sound of the running water filling in the room was helpful. I carefully pushed the bathroom door a little more, just for a few centimetres.

Immediately, my eyes caught sight of a mirror inside the bathroom. Her entire body was reflected in that mirror! My heart was pounding, and my eyes glued through the opening of the bathroom door. Oh, my goodness! I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Uncontrollably my hand reached out to my pussy, rubbing my clit. My eyes were watching her buxom body being soaked in the shower. She looked damn sexy, as her wet body was shining with the water. I was enjoying the sight of her naked body moving under the shower for ten minutes while playing myself.

I literally got a couple of very strong orgasms through that peeping. I did not wait until the last minute till she was done with her shower. I returned to bed a little ahead of time. While sitting on her bed and waiting for her return, my eyes were examining each and everything in her cosy bedroom.

I saw a small bar at the corner, some snacks, a collection of her dresses, a huge collection of her sexy sandals, and some books. Then my eyes stopped gazing at the collection of movies. My eyes spotted some porn DVDs buried between some collection of discs.

I was amazed! Gosh! She enjoys porn with her husband. That gave me some more idea about her. I walked around in the bedroom to check out some stuff while she was taking a shower. I put on one of her sexy sandals to have the feel and odour of her sexy feet against mine.

I literally licked the insoles of one of her sexy white sandals! I spotted some of her used undergarments (her bra and panties) on a chair. I sniffed her bra and panties and enjoyed the odour of her body and the already-dried juices in her panties.

Then suddenly, a bright idea came across my mind! Why don’t I fix another drink for her and myself? So I went to the kitchen and poured some wine into the glasses. I added some whiskey to her glass. I found the whiskey bottle in her tiny bar inside the bedroom. I really wanted to make her high.

I grabbed that whiskey bottle and kept it handy by hiding under the bed. After some fifteen minutes, the sound of running water stopped as she might have finished her shower. I quickly settled on her bed as if relaxed, watching TV and sipping the wine.

My heart was pumping hard with excitement as she was about to come out of the washroom anytime. She came out with a white towel wrapped around her head, wearing a bathrobe. She smiled at me and stood in front of her dressing table. My eyes just glued to her wet, freshly soaked body from top to bottom.

I could smell her freshly showered body from the distance. Her skin seemed so fresh. Her shapely legs and feet were still wet and were looking whiter and sexier. Literally, I was getting so turned on that it was getting uncontrollable for me.

In a few minutes, she joined me in the bed while still wearing her bathrobe. I handed over her glass of wine to continue. She got comfortable in the bed by stretching her legs and sipping her wine, along with secretly added whiskey. I was sitting just next to her with my legs fully stretched, sipping my wine.

The smell of her freshly showered body next to me was making me crazy. Her sexy long legs and her white feet were uncovered from her bathrobe. She was sitting with her legs fully stretched, and the headset of the bed supported her back.

I admired her nicely painted and well-pedicured sexy feet by rubbing my feet against hers. A wave of current shivered through my body as soon as my feet touched hers! We were watching TV and chatting about gym exercises. I was trying to lead the conversation towards the health benefits of massage.

I was constantly watching the reaction of the drink on her. I expected that wine mixed with whiskey would make her high faster. She finished her drink with almost more than half of her glass. Suddenly, her cell phone rang, and perhaps her hubby called.

She immediately got up from the bed to grab the phone as she left it on the dressing table. She left the bedroom for the sake of privacy. I took the best advantage of her move and added some more whiskey to her glass.  Hardly after ten minutes of conversation, she returned to the bedroom.

She joined me in the bed with a smile on her face. No doubt, she seemed to be in a good mood. She got settled again in the bed and grabbed her drink to continue sipping. I seriously doubt that she remembered how much drink she left in her glass. She continued sipping little by little.