Hans presses his lips to my neck in a soft kiss, then he pulls back, unwrapping his arms from my waist and letting his length slip out from inside me.
I’m still too unsteady to do more than lean against the tool chest. But when I feel his release dripping out of me, I shuffle my legs together.
That was… probably a bad idea. But since I have long-term birth control taken care of, in the form of an implant in my arm, it’s only a bad idea for every medical reason other than having a baby.
Hands tug at the destroyed underwear tied around my wrists, and a moment later, the fabric slides away.
Freed, I bring my hands in front of me, bracing myself so I can stand straighter while I catch the rest of my breath.
He slides one of his hands along my hip, like he’s helping hold me in place, then with the other, still gripping the ruined panties, he startles me as he reaches between my legs, dragging against my pussy in one swipe, wiping away some of the mess.
I let out a sound of surprise, but Hans just makes a shushing sound.
Awkwardness tries to creep in around me, but I’m still too blissed out to worry too much about it yet.
Hans undoes whatever he did to tie up my dress so the skirt falls back down, covering me up.
Carefully, testing out the soreness between my legs and a foreign soreness in my rear, I turn to face Hans.
It’s still too dark, but with the garage door open behind him, I can make out his outline against the slightly brighter night outside.
His hands gently close around my wrists, where they were tied, and I wonder if bears can see in the dark.
His fingers brush over my tender skin.
“Did I tie it too tight?” His tone is full of concern, and it’s such a contrast from the man who just filled me so full a few moments ago.
I have to wet my lips to reply. “No, it’s… I liked it.”
He makes a sound low in his chest, and the whole of what just happened finally sinks in.
My mouth pulls into a smile.
I can’t believe I just had sex with my hot neighbor… In his garage.
“Good thing no one else lives on this street,” I joke, wondering how loud I was and how far sound travels.
Hans’s silhouette turns to look out the garage. “We’ll close the door next time.”
Next time.
