Simone and I solidified our relationship to what we called an early engagement. Although at the time, we did not live together, we spent most nights together.
Our friends congratulated us when we told them, and a few said that we made a perfect pair, if ever there was such a thing.
One night, Simone happened to be staying at my apartment. I had to work late on a project, so I texted her to let her know I was on my way.
Simone said she ate something earlier, so I grabbed a drive through burger and ate it while driving home.
As things turned out, it was a good idea. Or one of them this night.
I arrived home, noting the time was close to nine. When I got inside, the apartment was dark. Simone called out from the bedroom, to leave the lights off and come see.
In the darkened room, Simone was sitting by the window. As I approached, I could see my neighbor's bedroom lights on and the curtains open. This is the same Italian couple I mentioned in some previous stories.
"I see that they're back. What are they doing?" I asked.
Simone giggled some and said, "Wait and see."
I figured we could be in for a show, so I hurried and took a shower. I returned to Simone, and I was only wearing a towel. Simone remained by the window, moaning some when I entered the bedroom.
When I looked across to the neighbor's window, I saw Andrea, wearing only panties entering her bathroom.
"Did I miss anything?" I asked as I bent down to kiss Simone's neck.
"Not yet" she replied.
I went to the kitchen and brought back another chair and sat beside Simone to watch.
"Is Andrea alone?" I asked.
"No, she's with another man and it's not her husband," Simone replied excitedly.
I told Simone that I recently noticed their cars had been in the parking lot but have not seen either of them since they returned from Italy.
As soon as I had spoken Andrea came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I could have sworn that she looked toward Simone and I and smiled, before she turned to her den.
A few minutes passed when Andrea and her guy entered the bedroom. I felt my cock starting to stir under my towel, in anticipation of what was about to occur.
The guy was wearing black athletic pants that Andrea immediately pulled down after entering the bedroom.
I guessed that he was roughly six foot tall, maybe less than two hundred pounds. And he obviously was younger than me.
"Simone, I bet he's not more than twenty," I whispered.
Simone was glued to the window and didn't reply.
"Isn't Andrea approximately forty?" I asked.
"Yes, she's forty-four," Simone whispered.
OK, back to the young man.
Simone and I agreed the guy couldn’t have been more than twenty. He had light brown hair and muscular for a guy his age.
When Andrea removed his pants, Simone moaned again. His cock almost bounced out of his shorts, before Andrea took it into her hands.