La puta del barrio Me dijo que le suba el volumen al TV para que los vecinos no escuchen sus gemidos

The Neighbours Knew
The sultry Latina temptress, llegado de la barrio, looked up at me with smouldering, almond-shaped eyes as I slowly unbuttoned her white cotton blouse. “Ay, mi amor,” she purred breathily, her succulent red lips parting to reveal a tantalising glimpse of white teeth. “No tan fuerte. Subale el volumen a la TV para que los otros vecinos no escuchen mis gemidos.”

My pulse quickened as I reached for the remote, turning up the volume on the blaring television commercials. The patriotic jingle of the local bank, advertising ridiculous interest rates, drowned out any sounds that might otherwise disturb our neighbours. The street was silent outside, the air thick and humid from the afternoon thunderstorms.

I turned back to my lover, Sunita, and she swayed her hips as she shimmied out of her tight white jeans. A lacy red thong was all that stood between me and her sweet honey pot. She slumped back onto the overstuffed couch, one toned leg thrown over the side. “Ven aca, mi hombre,” she commanded, beckoning with a perfectly sculpted nail.

Obediently, I sank to my knees before her, burying my face in her warm, perfumed belly. My tongue snaked out to taste the salt on her fevered skin, trailing higher and higher until I reached the tantalising swell of her breasts. Sunita moaned, a sound that was swallowed by the blaring volume of the television.

The neighbour’s children were playing out in the street, shrieking with laughter as they jumped in and out of the puddles forming where the rain had just begun to fall. I wondered if they had seen their neighbour’s girlfriend arriving a little while ago. I prayed that none of the other neighbours had heard Sunita’s pleasured cries over the incessant din of the downpour.

I climbed on top of Sunita, pressing the throbbing heat of my erection against her thigh through my khaki pants. She wriggled against me, rubbing herself like a cat in heat. “Fuck me,” she moaned, grasping my belt and tugging impatiently. “Llena mi coño con tu dura polla.”

My cock jumped at her vulgar words, straining against my zipper. I kissed her hard, bruising her soft lips with the ferocity of my desire. Sunita responded in kind, nipping at my bottom lip with sharp little bites. Her hands roamed restlessly across my shirt, popping the buttons open eagerly.

I tugged her flimsy thong aside, my fingers delving into the slick heat of her cunt. She was so wet already, her musky scent filling my nostrils. “Oh, Dios,” she gasped, bucking her hips against my touch shamelessly. I circled her clit with the rough pad of my thumb, groaning at the feeling of her silky flesh reacting eagerly to my ministrations. “Mas, mas,” she urged desperately, grinding herself against my probing fingers.

Her hand fumbled at my belt, finally releasing my aching cock from the confines of my pants. I kicked them off impatiently, rolling on a condom before positioning myself at her entrance. I paused, savouring the moment, before I plunged into her hot, tight channel with one hard thrust. “AHHH!” Sunita cried out, her pussy clenching me like a vice. I began to pound into her, the wet slap of our flesh filling the room. The cacophony of the TV drowned us out, a blessing and a curse.

As I fucked Sunita onto a shuddering climax, I prayed that our nosy neighbour ten doors down didn’t decide to take a stroll in the rain. She was notorious for looking for any excuse to snoop. Once, while my wife was away for the weekend, she had stopped me in the street to ask if everything was all right, since she hadn’t heard her ‘normal’ on the television in days. I had bitten back a wry laugh, wondering if she was referring to the porn that my wife and I frequently enjoyed as a part of our sex life. I gave her a non-committal smile, assuring her that everything was fine, not daring to look at her as my face flushed.

Now, as Sunita sobbed out her ecstasy, her nails digging into my back, I couldn’t help but think how funny it would be if Mrs. potsnope across the way decided to peek out her window at the wrong moment. I would give anything to witness her shocked face as she watched me pounding into the writhing neighbourhood slut.

My own orgasm built, the pressure coiling low in my belly, until I exploded into the condom, spurting rhythmically as I emptied myself into the woman beneath me. Sunita continued her wordless moans, her eyes rolling back in her head at the intensity of the experience.

Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, panting as I struggled to regain my breath. We lay entwined for several long moments, the room now filled with nothing but the throb of my pulse and the steady patter of raindrops on the windowsill.

Finally, I found my voice. “Do you want to punch another film in?”

Sunita shuddered, her skin now slick with sweat. “No, thanks. I think one litigious action is enough for the day,” she replied, with a wry smile. “But hey, we can always put something sexy on TV, if you want.”

I shook my head at her, my grin spreading slowly. “Baby, this is the hottest screen I’ve ever seen.”

She rolled her eyes, her cheeks pink. “Flatterer…” |-