Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2023 17:59:32 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 5 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments Chapter 5 Susan was gone for the next 10 days. I saw in it the opportunity to push Mr. Woods over the edge. This game of titillation had gone on for too long. I was restless to move it to the next stage. If he could flash himself like that, I was sure I could do better. By the footage from the security camera videos, there was no question in my mind that he was ogling me while I was swimming in the pool. There were telltale signs, it was causing a stirring in his belly to the point where his hand was reaching his crotch to massage his cock. I started feeling sexy about myself and about my body. This discovery made me bolder but scared at the same time of the outcome (what if it didn't go in my favor). I had this fear of what if he told my uncles and the whole family came to know about me. But the lust bursting inside my groins was driving me insane. I was now determined to entice him, just as he had driven me crazy for him in the last few months. After a lot of thought, I decided to use my assets to seduce him further. I online-ordered some ultra-short men's swimwear and underwear in assorted colors, that would expose my white taut smooth body, plump and silky bubble butts, and my asscrack seductively to drive him insane. My order arrived right on time for Monday morning erotic show. All these speedos were slim, tightly snug, extremely low rise with the least coverage in the front and back with a half-inch band around the waist. The front pouch held my small penis and balls comfortably but only till the base of the cock. I shaved my crotch to make my whole body look attractive in the ultra-slim bikini briefs. Checking myself in the mirror of my bedroom under every possible angle, I was confident that the sexy extremely low-rise, bikini style swimwear maximized every contour of my bubble butt, leaving half of my ass crack exposed. My white smooth swimmer's body looked hot. The next day, I swam to and away from Mr. Woods (from where he would be standing when he would be looking at me from his window), giving him a full view of my bubble butts in my new swimwear for a longer duration. Whenever I could, I walked with my back facing him, showing him my bubble butt in skimpy speedos. I would stand in shallow water in the morning light giving him a full show. I couldn't see him from the pool but I assumed that one of these days he would watch. After daily swim sessions, I took the shower in indoors, got dressed and left for work. Monday and Tuesday evenings, after I came from work, I checked the CCTV camera footage and found that the entire time I put on the show in the pool, Mr. Woods did not show up to take a view. I was disappointed but not discouraged. Monday and Tuesday nights, I repeated the evening shows of pleasing myself anally with my windows and curtains open but Mr. Woods didn't show up on the terrace in the camera footage. Now this was frustrating. The anal orgasms I was receiving were great but my show wasn't received by the audience it was meant for. Wednesday and Thursday, I repeated the morning antics in the pool and evening exercise with the vibrator without getting the time to review the CCTV footage. Friday morning, I went swimming and put on another show for him. I hoped that he was watching. But then I started enjoying myself in that bikini swimwear. I walked around in the pool, and leisurely completed more than ten laps. After I was done with swimming, instead of taking the shower indoors, I decided to take the shower in the outdoor showers, perfectly visible to Mr. Woods if he was watching. With my back facing his direction, I took off my swimwear and took my time in soaping my body, especially my butts, rinsing it and enjoying the hot water running over my silky smooth body. Next, I took my time to wipe myself with the towel and then apply lotion all over my body in the morning light. Then, I put on my sexy maximum-exposure underwear before putting my clothes on. I came back late from work on Friday night. There was a party going on the neighboring terrace. I could see all his friends, their wives, and a couple of new people, along with him. The handsome hunk of a man standing there with a lean muscular olive body in shorts and polo, looking like a Greek God. I saw him looking toward my apartment many times but I kept the curtains drawn and lights dimmed. As the party continued on the other terrace, I sat on my computer to check on the security recordings from the last few days. On Wednesday recording in the slot when I was swimming, Mr. Woods arrived at the bedroom window with coffee in his hand at 7:15 AM. He was wearing his tartan boxers and T-shirt looking towards the pool. A few minutes later, he starts running his hand over his crotch. He stood there till 7:30 AM and during this duration continued to play with his crotch. On Thursday recording, Mr. Woods arrives at the bedroom window with coffee in his hand at 7:00 AM. He was wearing his tartan boxers and T-shirt looking towards the pool. A few minutes later, he disappears for a short duration but reappears on the patio. He sits on the patio chair, removes his Tee, and keeps looking towards the pool while playing with his crotch. He sat there till 7:30 AM and during this duration continued to play with his crotch. On Friday recording, Mr. Woods arrives at the bedroom window with coffee in his hand at 7:00 AM. He was wearing his tartan boxers and T-shirt looking towards the pool. Minutes later he sits on the patio chair. He removes his Tee and keeps looking towards the pool while playing with his crotch. Then he takes off his shorts and is sitting naked on the patio couch with his legs spread out and resting on the coffee table. Him playing with his engorged cock. As the video progressed, I was astonished to see him picking up binoculars to get a closer view of me. By 7:35 AM in the video, just when I finished my swimming, Mr. Woods was vigorously jerking off. Within minutes he was shooting profusely. A while later he wiped his cum with the towel and walked inside butt naked. After watching the videos, I was super aroused, so much so that I wanted an immediate release. But I wanted to give him another evening show that he won't be able to resist. So I waited for the party to be over. While I was waiting, I moved the movable tall, full-sized mirror from my foyer to my bedroom and arranged it such that the reflection of my bed would be visible to Mr. Woods from the window facing mine. I tested it many times by adjusting the mirror and checking it from inside the room window that faced Mr. Woods's windows. I was sure that if I kept my window curtains drawn open, Mr. Woods would see my reflection of me in my bed in the mirror. I was shivering in excitement and fear. I took a couple of special gummies to relax. The thought of "what if" he saw me doing what I was about to do kept knocking my reasoning. But my lust overtook any sanity. I got nervous thinking of what could happen that night. How should I seduce him? Is he going to come or will he chicken out? Will I be able to go through with what I desire? Am I ever going to play with his cock? Will I be able to take his big cock? Will I enjoy it? Within an hour, the gummies started having an effect. I was relaxed, light-headed, and completely unaware of my circumstances. The party on the terrace had started wearing off. I dimmed the lights, opened all the windows to let the cool air in, and played "Song to the Moon' in a loop at a medium volume on the Sound Bar. With the music playing on the neighboring terrace, I doubted if anybody could hear the music playing in my apartment. As the music played in my bedroom, I entered the bathtub to take a long relaxing shower. Laying there in warm water, I thought about Mr. Woods jerking off vigorously in the morning. I touched all over my body and felt good. Soon, the gummies took me to the higher plain of relaxation, eroticism, and sensitivity. I wasn't sleeping but I felt like that. My mind got foggy and my body turned hot and tingly. By the time I came out, there was nobody out there on the terrace. Mr. Woods might have gone to bed. I dropped the towel and stood naked in front of the tall mirror in my bedroom. Next, I began slowly applying lotion on my smooth white skin, all over my body, and my firm round butts. I turned around and looked back at the reflection of firm tanned white round globes parted by the quarter-inch cleft. The lighter bikini line around my waist with a V-shape formed just above my ass crack acted as a frame encasing the round globes. I bent a little and there I could see my pinkish-brown boyhole. I felt strangely sensitive and aroused. In the dim light and Opera music playing in the background, I started enjoying my body's heightened sensitivity to touch making me hornier than ever before. Next, I slowly put on my yellow ultra mini bikini underwear and looked at myself in the mirror admiringly. There was no way Mr. Woods or any man for that matter wouldn't find me irresistible in that state, I thought. Soon I was lying on my bed, vibrator plugged in my chute buzzing. I touched my body all over as the toy started vibrating and thrusting. With my closed eyes, I fantasized about Mr. Woods fucking me senseless as the silicon shaft slow-fucked me, sending an electric current throughout my body. I started whispering his name, but soon I was chanting his name again and again and again. Just when I thought I would soon be reaching an explosive orgasm, I was startled by a loud knock on my door. I quickly removed the vibrator from my anal cavity and scrambled to find my robe. A glance at the clock on the wall told me that it was past midnight. In the absence of any sound coming from his apartment, the music playing in my bedroom sounded too loud. I knew it was him at the door asking me to turn off the music. I turned off the music, put on the robe, and quickly ran to the door. The moment I saw him at the door, he scared the crap out of me. I had never seen a tall muscular black man, bare-chested and in his boxers, standing up so close before. This guy was not only over six feet tall, but he had an alpha demeanor that left me speechless. His fragrance filled my nostrils. He wasn't smiling. I was about to pass out when he barked, "What the hell's the matter with you kid?" "Huh?" was about the most brilliant response I could come up with. Scared and embarrassed about what I was doing with my windows open. Trying to entice a straight man. A million thoughts of rejection filled my mind. "I said, 'What's the matter with you, kid?'. You're staring at me and you look like you've seen a ghost." I ducked my head, blushing with shame. I had been staring, even if I didn't realize it. I had never seen any man who impressed me so much. Just the musky, spicy smell of him so close to me had my pulse pounding. Pain emanated from my groin. My cock was so congested with blood that it ached. I knew I was getting dizzy, but I didn't realize that I was holding my breath, afraid to move, or even breathe. I heard, "What the hell...!" burst from the stud just before I passed out. I gradually became aware that I was lying on a chaise in a strange apartment. The muscular biracial stud in his tartan boxers was sitting on the ottoman holding a glass of water and staring at me. My robe was undone and my bare smooth white body in the tiniest briefs lay there on the blue chaise. "You OK, kid?" He asked with leering at me, rubbing his hand on his rock solid cock now demanding to be freed from the confines of the tight cotton boxers. It was either another hit of the gummies or another spell of my embarrassment, I passed out again. ----To be continued ---