Sitting on the side of the pool, protected by a shadow, I can watch your beautiful body, barely covered with your tiny speedo. I am glad for my dark sunglasses, that protect me to be too evident in my steering. I moved to this place at the end of Spring and having you as my next door neighbor was one of the peers and gifts associated with my move. I know, I know... you are there, living with your wife and your 4 year old kid. Nothing makes me think in the possibility of being able to take out your wet speedo with my teeth and enjoy, touch, smell and taste first hand what it barely covers. But the imagination is free, and when I hear moaning in the wall that, thanks to the apartment distribution, separates our respective bedrooms, I cannot avoid envying your wife, grabbing my own engorged cock and jerking and touching myself like a crazy horny bitch. I almost can feel you, sweating over me, using your tongue, kissing, grabbing, owning my body, opening my yet virgin hole and making me scream when your hot sperm impregnate my insides.
You cannot even imagine all these things when we cross in the elevator. I wish you could see myself, my fingers in my ass, my other hand jerking, my body sweating and moaning thinking of you in bed, or in the shower, when I try to coordinate with what I hear, knowing you are naked at the other side of that wall. My cum flyes and I imagine it over your skin, making me lick it out of your own cock and body.
Imagination...

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