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Just Moved In
I was exhausted from a full day of moving and unpacking. Once everyone left, I found my bubble bath and soaked in the hottest water I could stand. There was so much to do tomorrow, and I needed some sleep. I haven’t even met any of my neighbours yet. I went to my new bedroom and was glad I had the forethought to unpack and set it up earlier. Most of it. I only dug out my necessities, put the bed together and put sheets on it. I dropped my towel and pumped a soft floral scented moisturizer into my hand as I always do after a near scalding bath. I put my foot up on the bed and covered the leg and then the other. I smoothed it over my backside and stomach. My arms shoulders and neck followed. I always saved my breasts for last. They got some extra attention because after the hot bath I was often left feeling a little randy.
I wasn’t necessarily the thinnest woman, but I’m fit and still firm. Gravity hasn’t gotten me yet. With no hurry, my warm slick hands pressed and rubbed the soft flesh in a synchronized dance. I reached over to get more moisturizer and dabbed the cold to my nipples. The shock of cold did precisely what I’d hoped, and they tingled as they tightened. I would linger here, on my nipples; I loved to make sure they stayed soft to touch even when pebbled with desire. The silky moisturizer magnified the sensation of my slippery fingers as they spiralled around the areola outward than in and back out. I smiled at the pull of need between my legs that tugged with each gentle pinch I applied to the puckered buds.
I looked around as I contemplated what box my pyjamas were in and realized that I hadn’t put up the curtains yet. My eyes widened. I must be tired because that is not a small thing to forget or not notice. The apartment across from mine, not more than twenty feet away was another window. A man, an unfortunately good-looking man stood with his mouth open and watching me.
I squealed, grabbed my towel and shut off the small lamp. I peeked out the window to see the man smile and adjust his swollen bulge. Oh, I turned him on. That was exciting, and my lady-bits tingled to let me know they agreed.
“What if he’s married? Or a pervert?” He was watching I thought as my embarrassment rushed my body anew. “Can you really blame him?” I muttered as my cheeks burned.
Great now I’m talking to myself. I did put on a show. “I wonder how much he saw?” I peeked again, and he was still in his room and undressing. His blinds are wide open.
“Oh, my,” My breath came out in a hot soft rush.
Despite my embarrassment, I watched secretly as he undressed and exposed the evidence that he definitely saw enough of me to be utterly turned on. The side profile of a fully erect man is a hot button for me. His hard, proud flesh bobbed as he turned and walked toward his window. He couldn’t see me. I blinked as he smiled, winked and closed his blinds. Did he think I was watching? Did he want me to look too? Maybe he was playing fair or trying to ease my humiliation. I liked that idea.
Those thoughts replayed in my mind as I crawled into my bed naked. My hands roamed as I fell asleep wondering if my stimulating neighbour across the way was touching himself because of me.
I woke aroused, and for some reason, I couldn’t relieve the tension no matter what I tried. My mind was blocking my efforts. Frustrated I got up and dressed. I had a lot of work to do anyway. I glanced at the window, “Including hanging up the curtains.” Part of me didn’t want to and that naughty imp within walked away from the curtains to find other things to do.
I moved here to get away from exes that all seemed to settle down and are unfathomably happy. It sounds terrible, but when you live in a small city, you’re bound to run into ex-boyfriends or men that you date for a bit that just don’t evolve to more than dates. I’m an incurable romantic, and they were not. Well not for me I suppose. They unquestionably found enough romance in them to find wives and fiancées. Didn’t matter, new job, fantastic apartment… I glanced at the window. I also have a hot as hell neighbour across the way.
I rubbed my breasts, as they were aching and tingly. “It must be exhaustion.” The lie was easy to say and hear. The truth was I wasn’t tired I’m just horny. My mind kept wandering to my bedroom and the innocently mischievous events last night. Would he be there again? Did I want him to be? The idea was insane and yet… I need a distraction.
I did my dishes, phoned my parents and friends assuring them I was fine and enjoying the time sorting out my belongings. I glanced at the TV. My cable wasn’t hooked up yet nor my internet. The dammed person was supposed to come today but didn’t. I had DVD’s, but that wasn’t what I wanted to do.
My feet took me down the hall on their own volition. I stepped into my bedroom. The curtains sitting folded ready to be put up. There was no logical reason not to.
“I’m such a perve,” I went over to the window, moved off to the side and let my eyes cross the gap. He was there sitting at a desk on a computer. He glanced over and then back at his screen.
“Huh,” I waited and thumbed my nipple over my shirt. “I really am a perve.”
I quieted my hands, and he glanced over again then back at his computer. He was my age, and I wondered if he was married or taken or…
“ugh.” I grabbed the curtains and the step stool and climbed up to attach them to the frame. I had them half up and glanced across the way. He was leaning his elbows on his window ledge his chin resting in his hands. No ring, I could see that much. He smiled gave a small wave. I realized I was stretched to my max and he had a great view of my abdomen, and I glanced down, and the top of my black panties. My pants had shifted down my hips as I reached up. I stepped back alarmed that I’d done it again.
I saw him laugh at my shocked face. He stepped up and stretched. His pants were pushed out, and he was fabulously hard against them.
The tingle between my legs spread like wildfire. I giggled at his antics copying me and showing me that I was teasing him. I looked to see if any other apartments had this view. The one below him and above could if they looked. They were dark, and the blinds were drawn.
He pulled off his shirt and waited. He was an excellent looking man. And judging by the fragrant wet in my pants my body agreed. This was so weird. He made a begging gesture and grinned.
“Damn you’re hot,” I muttered. “I must be insane.” I pulled my shirt off, and he gave me a thumbs up. “What are you sixteen?” He didn’t look sixteen, he had to be mid-thirties at least. Is he this lonely? Who was I to judge that? I’m lonely in this vast, strange city. This was better than porn, which I didn’t have access to anyway.
“I wonder.” I slipped my bra off, and he froze. “Yup, better than porn,” I breathed deeply as I throbbed and I wiggled and swayed my hips to the non-existent gentle music. His hand went below the windowsill, and I ran my hands over my breasts.
“Oh come on be fair.” I knew he couldn’t hear me nor really make out what I’m saying. But he backed up enough, and he was naked, just as he was the night before.
I Clenched up and panted. “Holy shit this is fun.”
I have never done anything so risqué in my life. He slipped his hand over himself, and I froze in place. I watched as he stroked and backed up so I could appreciate his show.
My hand slid between my legs, and I stroked as he did. He doubled over, and I rubbed faster bringing myself. I ran to turn off my light. He was gone. I’d finish the curtains tomorrow.
…I put the curtains up first thing in the morning. After a good night sleep, I was embarrassed with what I’d done. As the day went by and the cable person came and went my mind started wandering out the window again. It was so surreal. The kind of thing you see in movies or read in erotic books. Not something you actually do.
“And yet…” I shook my head.
My raging hormones reminded me that I had a more profound itch to scratch. There was no way I would or could do anything about it. By the time the sun fully set, I was a mess. I couldn’t sit, I couldn’t focus, and I paced my living room. That really didn’t help matters. I had to change my underwear twice after intense moments of remembering how hot it was to watch a stranger masturbate while fingering myself.
I sighed heavily and went to my bedroom. I’m a glutton for perverse punishment. Would he be there? I peeked and saw him look my way and pace his room. He was wearing only a towel, a tented towel and I was instantly wet from the sight. Make that three pairs of panties. He looked over again as he paced. His posture was how I felt, uncertain, embarrassed and unable to walk away.
The moan that escaped my lips startled myself. I was rubbing my breasts. “What?” I moved the curtain aside, and he stopped pacing and moved to the window. He looked unsure and ran his hands through his hair. Rubbing his face vigorously he turned and came back holding up a piece of paper. Apt. 362.
“Oh, my,” My brain and body were not on the same page. I clenched and ached as my mind screamed No. He’s a stranger! He took the sign down when I closed the curtain. I paced my room and rubbed my hands on my hips. The need was too much, everything tingled, throbbed and ached. This was new. I’ve never been this horny before. I wanted to. I really, really wanted to go over.
I grabbed my phone and sent my best friend a text. I sent her his apartment number and street address with the message if I don’t text her back in three hours to call me or the police. Her response was a ‘LOL have fun.’ She wasn’t stupid and knew what I’d been up to.
I changed my damp panties and freshened up. I put on a simple dress that didn’t require a bra, slipped my shoes on and let my hormones take me next door. Each step was a battle between need and my conscience. I pressed his call button, and he buzzed me in. I suppose having a raging hard-on would hamper any gallant attempts to come meet me at the door.
“Am I really doing this?” I stepped off the elevator and walked down the hall letting that deep pressing need within pull me toward potential. I stopped in front of the door, and with a trembling hand, I reached out and knocked.
He opened the door and grinned. He was still wearing only a towel and happy to see me.
“Um, I’m Jess.”
“Hi, I’m George,” He held out his hand and the instant I touched his skin, my body lit up like the fourth of July. Okay, I was going to do this. He pulled me in and slipped his hand behind my head. His kiss was much better than the tremor causing handshake. Make that four pairs of panties, only I didn’t pack a spare to change into.
“I’m not married, I’m not a creep, I have never ever done this before and damn woman you are hot as fuck. I had to take a chance.”
I blinked at his statement. He turned and pulled me deeper into his apartment. He handed me a glass of white wine.
“Thank you.” I didn’t mean to down it in one long gulp. “Well since I’m here I guess I can’t say I’m not a slut, but ditto on the hot as fuck part for you that is.” I eyed his trim form. Not bulky or overly muscular, just fit, really perfectly fit, lick-ably fit.
“There is nothing about you that advertises slutty, which makes this all the more exciting.” He took my empty glass and pressed me against the wall his erection pressing into my thigh. “Have you ever fucked a stranger before?”
I shook my head no as his hands pulled my dress over my head. He eyed my breasts and gently eased his hands over them.
“Me neither.” His mouth went to my earlobe, and he sucked.
“I have condoms, and I won’t hurt you, quite the opposite actually.” His mouth trailed down my neck.
“I want to, I’m just nervous.”
The wine mixed nicely with my raging hormones. I was in for the lot and if he got to touch, so did I. My hands skirted over his skin down his chest and bumped into the towel. As his mouth found mine, I pulled the bath towel free. My hands had a goal, and they found what they wanted. Hot, smooth and hard like flesh-covered metal. He moaned into my mouth as I memorized each vein, ridge and curve of his dribbling cock. It was a strange thought to think of my fingers as happy, but that is what it was like. They were happy to touch him, feel him and give him pleasure. His hands slipped down over my hips and pushed my panties down. He stopped to look at me and saw how wet they were.
“I suppose I really want you.”
“That is the sexiest compliment I’ve ever had.”
“What can I say?” I shrugged and stepped out of them as my thumb rubbed his glistening tip.
My tongue felt caged and as if it needed to dart out to lick and taste what my hands were greedily possessing. There was no point being coy now. George lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Instead of a cock, my tongue got to play with his as we began kissing. A tenderness lay beneath the hunger our mouths tried to sate. His erection pressed sensually against my ass as he walked the short distance to his bedroom. The entire time we kissed wildly as I’ve never done. Part of me has always held back for fear of embarrassment. That should be the case now, only it wasn’t. He set me down and went to his bedside table. In what had to be record time he had the condom on and was pressing into me. I eagerly lifted my hips to take him in.
“Oh Yes!” I said sounding like a sex kitten, and that turned me on.
I whimpered as he stretched me. Porn has nothing on this, I thought as I felt the soft tip I’d caressed moments ago bump gently at the back of my burrow. I loved that feeling and knowing he was entirely in and just touching my deepest parts meant we fit. George went back to my mouth as he pulled out and thrust back in. I vibrated with pleasure.
Our bodies radiated heat, and our skin began to glean with perspiration. Neither of us seemed willing to give up kissing which meant our breath came in sexy snorts that to me, sounded lusty. I wanted to ride him, but my body wanted to stay put. On the instroke, as he filled me with his cock I moaned involuntarily. On the outstroke, I clawed at his back and pushed with my feet to make sure he’d come back in. That moment arrived when breathing became more important than feeling his lips and tongue on my own. When we were huffing and panting too rapid for our noses to compensate.
“You,” George said as he filled me again, “are,” he pulled out, “beautiful.”
Words? He amazed me that he not only had access to them but also could use them. I whimpered, moaned and arched my hips to meet his powerful thrusts.
Each stroke built the pressure up until I couldn’t stand it. I grit my teeth as I peaked. I cried out as my waves of pleasure rushed my body.
“Holy shit,” I gasped as he collapsed on me. Yay, words! Not the most lady-like ones, but take them or leave them, it’s how I felt.
“Right?” He rolled off and disappeared into the bathroom.
I sat up unsure what to do now. My clothes were… In the hall, I think. Perhaps the kitchen floor. By the door? I wasn’t sure. The recollection of them coming off and I wasn’t aware of where I stood made my cheeks flush. George came back grinning. He really was good looking, but still a stranger despite what we just did.
“So here’s my offer.” He began as he leered at my naked flushed body. “Stay, have some more wine, tell me a bit about yourself and I’ll do the same. I’ll play with your hot sexy body and make you come. Once I’m good to go, we’ll fuck again.”
“That’s a very tempting offer.” I was already going to say yes.
“Do you have any STD’s?” George said as he ran his hands up my legs.
I shook my head. “No. You?”
“Nope. Aside from you Jess, I’m really a very good boy.”
“I can’t believe how much you turn me on. I don’t even know you.”
“My offer still stands.” He leaned close to me, nose to nose. “I’m really good at cunnilingus.”
If I were wearing panties, it would be pair number five.
“Really, very good at it,” His words were hot enough to make me gasp. “Better yet, how about I make you come now, then we have some wine and talk, I make you come again, and then we fuck?”
I smiled. “If you insist, but I’ve never had an orgasm by oral before.”
“That,” he ran his hands over my thighs spreading them, “is about to change.”
As George lowered his face between my legs, I gulped. Without hesitation, he expertly licked and sucked. That was how I met my first neighbour, enjoyed my first oral orgasm from the man who became my first and only husband.
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