“Yes? What is it? Hmm? Mmmhm? What’s wrong?” she was talking on the phone with someone. And here I was, on the bed waiting for her to hang up.

I kept staring at her unprotected. She was completely naked as we just finished round one. I looked at my tired penis trying to get up. It was still dripping cum.

The more I looked at her naked back, waist, her big round juicy hip, the harder I get. Damn, she is so perfect! I was thinking about how much longer I can Bleep her on round two as she was still talking on the phone.

A few seconds later, she hung up and turned around. Her perfect body, the shape of hers, everything about that body is so perfect and sexy. I mean I can’t tell you the figure as I never measured it but it’s curvy, tanned, and very succulent.

I just enjoy that body. I bleeped that woman for the last six months. And god knows how much more I will be fucking her. She came to me and said, “Ok you have to go now. My husband might be coming home.”

“What? Now? Can’t we do it again?” I said squeezing her right boob. She took my hand off her boob and said, “I am serious.” Her face looked anxious. Then I got worried.

“Why are you worried? Something’s happened?” I held her face.
“I don’t know, my husband just called and said he’s coming home. The way he said it, I just don’t feel good about this. So you have to leave now.”

I said ok and got up, started putting on my clothes. She too was wearing her clothes. Then I kissed her forehead and left the room. Well, the one I am addressing as ‘she’ is my neighbour aunt, Nisha.

Everyone knows her as “Isha’s ma”. She is a married woman, who’s in her mid-thirties and has a daughter. Her husband works in a garments company.

Her daughter Isha is 9, so my neighbour aunt is a perfect example of a MILF. She is a housewife who stays alone for some portions of the day, hence not only she is a MILF, she has the ideal circumstances to be a MILF.

So to make her a MILF, needed someone much younger than her to Bleep her and by luck, I lived one floor above her. It’s not like we started right at the moment we got to know each other.

It took some years to develop the attraction we share today. We started fucking each other six months ago. Since then whenever we get the chance to be alone, we make love.

Geez, I dropped so many things just to spend time with her as the time was limited. So it was either that or leave it. Whenever she is alone, I cancel everything and go to her, just to spend time with her, just to Bleep her.

When I left her apartment, I was anxious too. I was scared for her. I couldn’t think about losing her. It was too scary. As I was going up the stairs, I saw her husband entering the building. I saw his face. It was gloomy.

Two hours later, I was on my bed, anxious. What could’ve happened? Did her husband find out? That thought wasn’t getting out of my head. Then I heard my mother shouting from the balcony. I went to the balcony.

I saw Isha’s mom waving at my mother. My ammu was telling her to take care of everyone. I looked down, our eyes met. Then she got in a car and left.

I was baffled. What had happened all of a sudden? Did she just leave, forever? I asked my ammu where they went. Ammu said, “Isha’s dadu died this morning.”

Ok, that’s terrible news I know, but it’s not the worst news. I got happy and instantly regretted being happy. But I couldn’t help myself. Also after that, I got sad.

It means I won’t be seeing her for some days. Who knows, it could be even weeks or months. I stood there on my balcony, my eyes were on the road.

Two weeks and three days passed. I was so alone and bored. These last days the only text I got from her was a photo of her standing in a field on a winter morning wearing a shawl.

She kept saying she’ll be back very soon but never mentions when. I was dying to meet her, to hold her again, to do everything I used to do with her and to her.

Then after some days, one fine morning, I had just got fresh and had my breakfast. My phone chimed. I picked up and saw a message, it said, “Come.”

My earlobes got hot. I got goosebumps out of excitement. My face had a big smile. I rushed into my room and combed my messy morning hair. I got downstairs and saw her standing at her door.

There she was, smiling at me. That smile had naughtiness. I got near her, she got inside. Then I got in, ...continue here ( https://greenbrave.com/threads/gotten-hard-on-my-next-neighbor.1162/ )

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