I was hanging out in my apartment earlier this evening. Work has been really light for the past few weeks (following a crazy couple of months), so I’ve been enjoying the leisure time I now find myself with. Reading, watching movies/TV, cooking, etc. I was about ten minutes into the third episode of a mediocre Netflix show when my phone vibrates. It’s the woman who lives in the apartment next to mine. “Hey are you home?” she asks. “I am,” I respond.

I’m 34, 6 ft tall, and a former college athlete. Of course, I’m not as fit as I was in my prime, but I’m still in good shape. My neighbor is 22. She graduated from college last May and moved in next door with her friend in June. She’s tall and slim, with red hair, a firm ass, and big tits.

Since she moved in, she and I have been fucking. I felt a little weird about the age gap at first, but the sex was unbelievable. Over the last three months or so, we’ve only been fucking each other. We’re not a couple and we’re not exclusive (again, age gap) but we’ve only wanted to fuck each other.

A minute after I respond to her text, there’s a knock at my door and she comes in, wearing a tight blue dress that shows a lot of cleavage. In her high heels, she’s taller than I am. Her nails are painted alternating red and green.

“How do I look?” she asks.

“Very sexy,” I say, brushing my hand on her hip. She’s on her way to her company holiday party, her first one as a member of the work force. Personally, I think her outfit is a little too “going out” for a work event, but I don’t say anything. She’s 22. She’s allowed to make that mistake.

“Can we pregame?” she asks. I point to my liquor cabinet. I make good money so when she’s with me, she drinks the good stuff, not the well drinks like when she’s out with friends. Pregaming a work event is not something I’d recommend, but she’ll learn that as well.

I pour us each a shot of vodka, we toast, and put them back. “One more?” the redhead requests. I oblige. I can’t stop looking at her tits. We move over to my couch and talk for a bit, mostly about the people in her office. We’re talking, but I’m barely listening. She looks incredible and she’s wearing her best perfume.

I put my hand on her leg and slowly move upward. She smiles, leans over, and we start to make out. I’m immediately rock hard and she grabs my dick through my pants.

“It has to be quick,” she says. “And don’t mess up my dress.”

We stand up and try to figure out the best way to accommodate her request. We go behind my couch. She puts her hands on the back, leans forward, and sticks her ass out to me. I drop my pants and release my hard, uncut cock. I gently push her dress up to her hips and pull her thin black thong to the side. I stick my thumb into her first and she gasps. She’s soaking wet and moans as I rub her g spot.

“Fuck me,” she grunts.

I shove my cock into her pussy and grab her hips. She breathes heavily as I thrust.

“Harder.”

I oblige. I reach over in start rubbing her clit. The sounds she makes tell me she likes it.

I keep going, loving the sound of my body slapping against her ass. But I remembered my promise to her. I had to be quick.

I thrusted faster, finger still on her clit. She yelped and her knees buckled a little bit. That was her finishing. Now I could have my turn. I have a final few pumps and came inside her. I put her panties back in place and pulled her dress down.

“Do I look okay?” she asked, catching her breath. “Will anyone be able to tell?”

“Nope,” I say, kissing her. I look out the window and it’s raining, so I call her an Uber so she doesn’t have to take public transit.

“You came a lot,” she said on her way out, smiling.

When she leaves, I sit on the couch, still without pants. I look down at my cock, glistening with her juices and with blotches of her cream. I run two fingers up my shaft to collect it and then put it in my mouth. I love how she tastes.