My parents left for Delhi early in the morning, leaving me, Neha, alone at home. Dad had asked our neighbor, Mr. Sharma, to keep an eye on me and the house. Sharma’s daughter was my friend, but it was his son, Vinod, who had my attention. Vinod, a 20-year-old college stud, had eyes that sparked mischief and a body that made my heart race. As soon as Mom and Dad left, he showed up at our place with his books. I gave him the living room to study in, but deep down, I knew today was going to be anything but ordinary. Neighbour Sex Story
Two young, restless bodies in an empty house, with no one to interrupt… something was bound to ignite. Vinod had always had a thing for me. He’d find excuses to come to my room—asking for water, a pen, anything to get close. His eyes would linger on my curves, and I’d catch him stealing glances, making me smirk secretly. I liked him too—his tall frame, broad chest, and that shy grin that hid a naughty streak. I could feel the heat between us, and I was ready to turn up the fire.
Around noon, I decided to take a shower, knowing Vinod was nearby. I left the bathroom door slightly ajar, just enough to tempt fate. There was a small peephole in the door, perfect for sneaky eyes. I glanced through it and saw Vinod staring toward the bathroom, his gaze hungry. My body tingled with excitement—this was my chance to drive him wild. Pretending I didn’t know he was watching, I slipped off my top. My breasts bounced free from my bra, full and perky. I ran my hands over them slowly, teasing my nipples until they hardened, letting out a soft moan to make sure he heard.
Turning my back to the peephole, I slid down my pajama bottoms, then peeled off my panties inch by inch, revealing my round, juicy ass. I bent over slightly, knowing my curves and the hint of my pussy were fully exposed to his gaze. My skin prickled with thrill, imagining his cock throbbing in his pants. I turned on the shower, letting hot water cascade over my body. The droplets slid from my breasts to my thighs, teasing my pussy lips. I massaged my breasts, pinched my nipples, and ran a finger along my slit, acting like I was just cleaning myself, but every move was for Vinod’s eyes, to make him burn with desire.
After my shower, I stood near the peephole, toweling off slowly, giving him a clear view of my glistening pussy and stiff nipples. Then I slipped into a tight tank top that hugged my breasts and a thin pajama that outlined every curve. Stepping out of the bathroom, I played innocent, “Oh, Vinod, when did you get here?”
He stammered, “Just now…” but his lie was obvious. His cock was straining against his pants, practically begging to burst free.
I teased, “Why’s your face so red? Saw something naughty, huh?” I brushed my hair, leaning forward so my cleavage spilled out of my top. His eyes locked onto my breasts, and I smirked. “Vinod, what are you staring at?” I asked, my voice dripping with mischief.
He blushed hard, “Neha… uh… sorry…”
“Sorry?” I laughed. “Caught red-handed and now you’re sorry?”
I noticed him trying to hide his bulge. “No need to cover up,” I teased. “What’s there is gonna show!” Vinod got the hint—I was inviting him to play. He stepped closer, placed a hand on my shoulder, and whispered, “Neha, show me your curves… just once.”
I batted my lashes, “Oh, I was just joking! You were peeking, so I teased you.” But Vinod wasn’t backing down. He leaned in and kissed my cheeks. I pretended to blush, “Vinod, what are you doing?” But when his lips crashed onto mine, my body lit up like a furnace. His tongue danced with mine, and I decided to let this fire rage.
Vinod’s hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard through my top. His fingers found my nipples, pinching and twisting until I moaned into his mouth. I squirmed under his touch, but I didn’t stop him—his roughness was making me wetter by the second. I pushed him back playfully, “You’re getting too bold!” But as I bent to pick up my comb, my ass popped out in my tight pajamas, a perfect target for his eyes. “Neha, stay like that,” he groaned, and I held the pose, knowing he was drooling over my curves.
His hands were on my ass in seconds, kneading my cheeks like dough. His fingers slid into my crack, brushing my asshole, sending shivers through me. I moaned softly, encouraging him. His hand moved lower, finding my pussy. When he pressed against my slit, he felt how soaked I was. He squeezed my pussy lips, and I gasped, pulling his hand away but giggling, “Vinod, you’re too much!” My smile told him I wanted more.
He grinned, “You loved it, didn’t you, Neha?” I winked, “Get to college, you naughty boy!” We ate lunch together, and he left for classes. I changed into a flimsy skirt and a crop top, ditching my bra and panties to feel every breeze on my skin. I rubbed some cream on my ass, making it slick and ready, then lay on my bed, daydreaming about Vinod until I dozed off.
A sudden weight on my back woke me. A hot, hard body pressed against me—Vinod. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the feel of his naked cock rubbing against my ass. His breath was hot on my neck, and I shifted slightly, spreading my legs so his cockhead nudged my asshole. “Neha, you’re so fucking hot,” he whispered.
“Ohh… Vinod…” I moaned, my voice thick with lust. He pushed gently, and his cockhead slipped into my ass, stretching me deliciously. I relaxed my hole, opening my legs wider as his thick, throbbing cock slid deeper, inch by inch, filling my ass with heat. Every thrust rubbed my inner walls, sending waves of pleasure through me.
I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts. I arched up on my elbows, letting him grope my tits. His fingers pinched my nipples hard, making me cry out. His body was glued to mine, his cock buried to the hilt in my ass. He kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobes, and licked my skin, driving me wild. “Vinod… fuck me harder…” I begged. He propped his hands on the bed, freeing my body, and started thrusting slow and deep. I flattened myself on the bed, eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his cock owning my ass.
His pace quickened, his cock sliding in and out with slick ease, each thrust making my breasts bounce and my pussy drip. “Neha… fuck, this is insane…” he groaned.
“Yes… Vinod… faster… fuck my ass…” I moaned, my pussy clenching with every word. My body was on fire, craving more. He grabbed my breasts again, twisting my nipples until I screamed, “Vinod… rip them off!” His cock felt like it was melting into my ass, every thrust pure ecstasy.
“Neha… I’m gonna cum…” he gasped, and his cock exploded, shooting hot cum deep into my ass. Each spurt filled me, his cock pulsing as it emptied. He collapsed on me, his cock softening and slipping out, leaving my ass dripping with his cum. I lay there, basking in the warmth, my hole tingling from the pounding.
I opened my eyes, took a deep breath, and slid off the bed. I wiped my ass with a towel, then cleaned his cock, teasing it with slow strokes. Climbing on top of him, I kissed his lips hungrily, my tongue exploring his mouth. My hand found his limp cock, massaging his balls until he hardened again. I spread my legs, letting his cock brush my soaking pussy. I sucked his lips, my tongue wrestling with his as we rocked together, guiding his cock to my entrance.
Suddenly, his cock plunged into my pussy, stretching me wide. “Vinod… ohh fuck…” I screamed, pleasure ripping through me. He gripped me tight and started thrusting, his thick cock hitting every sensitive spot. My pussy was already soaked from the ass-fucking, and now it gripped him like a vice. I pushed his hands to my breasts, and he mauled them, pinching my nipples until I was delirious. “Harder… fuck me senseless…” I begged, my hips slamming against him.
My thrusts grew frantic, chasing the edge. “Vinod… I’m cumming… fuck!” My pussy spasmed, waves of orgasm crashing over me. I pulled his cock out and jerked it hard, his body tensing as he shot ropes of cum across his chest. I rubbed his cum over his cock and ass, smearing it over his hole for good measure. He lay back, eyes closed, spent. I hopped off to shower, my body humming with satisfaction.
When I returned, Vinod had changed the sheets and was dressing. “Neha, rest up. I’ll make some tea,” he said. I glanced at the clock—4 PM. I collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, my body sated but already craving more of this sinful solitude.
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