The Horny Neighbour I Never Met

9th August 2024 - 12:26 | Edinburgh, Edinburgh

A few years back I signed up to site looking for a bit of excitement.

I filled out my profile in a fairly anonymous way, pretended I was single, didn't post a pic, had a scout about, filtered by distance and age and all the usual things. There were a few hits, but since guys had to pay to send the first message, there wasn't anything promising enough for me to part with my cash.

Sure enough, over the next few days I was bombarded by messages; "Erin wants to chat" and "Your new hot match is interested". Now given my bland profile and the law of averages, I knew it was just automated bot crap. I lost interest quickly and filtered everything to spam.

About a month later I thought I'd take another look. Sure enough my inbox was full of remarkably similar messages so I spent some time deleting. Then I came across a real message. Yes, a woman had actually contacted me.

We chatted for a bit over the coming days. She was in an unhappy relationship and looking for a distraction. The chats quickly became very hot, we swapped fantasies and adventures. We got each other off as we chatted playing with ourselves. There is just something about a bit of online mutual masturbation that gets me going.

There was talk of meeting. The system had already said we were within 5 miles. Questioning, we were under a mile. It was tantalising and we were teasing each other with the prospect of getting together and just fucking.

Then, during a particularly hot chat, where I was threatening to tie her up and have my way, she sent me some photos. One of her tits. Nice. Her arse. Nice. Then one of her, legs wide, dildo buried deep and "slut" written across her smooth pussy. I pretty much shot a load on my screen there and then.

Then came the face pic. Oh fuck! I recognised her. I had seen her dropping her kids off at the local school while I was walking the dog. I knew her to say "Hello" in passing. I also knew she lived less than 5 minutes walk away.

I made a feeble excuse and logged out. To my shame, I never contacted her again.

Of course, I would see her out and about and say "Hello" as usual, but I'd imaging her smooth pussy under her dress and the things we had typed, and feel my cock twitch as my dog and I carried on walking.

Sometimes a bit on the side can be just too close.

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