I fell in love with my next door neighbor

Fantasies with my new neighbor A new woman has just moved next to us about three months ago. We live in a vicinity at the outer edge of this town. We?ve lived here for almost two years now; it's a quiet and peaceful place: nothing ever happens, with a street too solitary, houses that look unoccupied, deserted, to any observer. Hardly ever a neighbor would show out of his / her home. It?s fantastic to live here, listening only the birds chirping. The only problem is to go down town for any necessity, especially if we don?t have a car. On one occasion, we were leaving for downtown, me and my wife, and had to walk to the corner to find a cab. I saw my new neighbor for the first time, standing there next to her husband, a young guy. We said hi, while they looked nice, compared to those people around here who mind their own business, and look reclusive and reserved, most of them half-breed, Creoles with bad manners. There are whites in this colony too. As they saw us walking past their house it seemed strange they were polite, smiling at us, and inquired why there wasn?t running water from pipe, at their new home. I advised them to wait until water dripped on their tank off floater. Sometimes a spurt came out, at intervals, I said. We both stared at the young woman?s outfit with dissimulation, as she wore tiny tight pants, or shorts, leaving a mark of her asscrack. I could consider the mound marked through the panties. Almost a cunt slit could be guessed as well. My wife and I began to mock at them, criticizing Creole ethnicity: they were not civilized or educated şişli escort at all, least refined. This woman didn?t catch my interest at all, and I thought a hooker like her wouldn?t deserve any interest, as a lot of them live in this neighborhood. I judge them as horrible. Of course, it was different in my home country, and criticism has been part of my daily practice here. Three weeks passed as I was laying in my hammock at about 9:00 in the morning on an ordinary weekday -I start teaching at 6:00 p.m. at local tech- when I peered through the window curtains to see who was calling aloud ?good morning!!? Locals never knock at the door here if they are visiting someone, or inquiring. It was the new next door woman who needed assistance for a gas stove installation at her home. Her husband wasn?t handy and I asked what would be the problem about. I said: ?I?m getting some tools; I?m not a plumber though.? I finally fixed it all while she stood there wearing the same outfit she had on that day we met them. She asked: ?How much will it be?? I replied to this well built innocent girl: ?Oh, nothing at all.? She just smiled at me. Seeing that the gas stove was not leaking off container, I was now prepared to leave, l and requested politely: ?Kiss me good bye, please,? pointing at my cheek. I closed my eyes and felt a smooth kiss in this area. I said: ?Ok, it?s my turn now. Please allow me to pay back the favor.? I kissed her three times more and left. later on, I told my wife all this account but about the kisses. Next week, our feminine escort şişli neighbor, who no longer looked disgusting to me, called again noisily at my home: ?Good morning?. She wasn?t the unattractive woman I saw once, and looked elegant judging by her long legs. I went outside (my house is surrounded by a wall), and asked again what the problem would be. Eunice is tall, I reckon 23 yo., slim, short hair, a Creole like most people in this town (90% population), but I figure out she must be a blending race with natives from another Mexican region, where inhabitants are tall, conveying these hereditary or genetic characters, like white skin, tallness, with indian features. People around here are short, rounded face, round buttocks, arched legs, popped eyes, shy, straight hair, short-legged, and introvert.