Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 3 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 3 of 7

... it would be to have seen the daughter's expression, and the mother's for that matter too. I couldn't hear what exactly was being shouted about, but it was almost obvious that it was because of me. While I alone was hovering over my small victory, I waved to my third neighbour, who curiously poked his head out of his own garden door to examine the spectacle.

"To hell with family renters," was commented before he went back inside. I nodded affirmatively, a big smile glued to my lips.

After the storm subsided and I could no longer hear the father's angry voice, I decided to go back inside and continue watching the series. It wasn't long, maybe an hour and a half, before there was a knock on my front door.

"Here we go," I sighed in resignation. I had seen it coming, but couldn't bear to spend my evening arguing with the neighbour. I came close to lifting my exhausted body off the couch and letting him in but ended up not doing it. The wish scenario that he had brought a few cans of beer so that we could talk things out, man to man, in a quiet, calm, and supportive way, was overshadowed by the thought of the opposite.

A heavy and invisible barbell fell onto my ribcage, trapping me in the old and well-worn leather couch. It wasn't so bad now, because I was actually lying really well and relaxed. There was a further knocking a few times, after which it stopped. I was relieved, and let my body sink even further down between the cushions of the couch. But the silence was short. In the middle of it all, I flew up from the couch in panic. All the defense mechanisms in me were pushed into the highest gear as the adrenaline got a boost, speeding up both my breathing and my heartbeat. My garden door to the terrace, which was ajar, was suddenly opened. The blind banged loudly like a cannon shot against the glass pane, echoing throughout the living room, as a familiar figure stepped into the doorway.