Last week, I got a package in the mail. I got upstairs, opened it and found that it was full of sex toys: dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, lube, handcuffs. I was shocked and looked at the box to see who sent it to me and only then did I realize that the doorman handed me the wrong package. I live in 10A, but this package was for 11A.
I went upstairs, left the box by her door with a small note explaining the situation.
Snoopy fucker that I am, I went upstairs later that night to see if she’d gotten the package. She had. Now, the A tier are all studio apartments, so if she was going to bust into her new toys, I would hear her going at it through the front door.
Every night, I’d tiptoe upstairs and listen by her door. Listen for moaning. But — nothing!
A week later, on an unusually warm day, I cracked the windows late at night and what’d I hear but a distant sound of a woman having an orgasm.
I rushed upstairs and pressed my ear against her door. And sure enough! She was going at it. Masturbating. I listened, imaging her writhing and squirming around in her bed.
Three days later, I found myself in the basement laundry room when a stunning young blonde came in. She must have been twenty and was wearing booty shorts and a very broken in, see through t-shirt. Her perky nipples poked through the fabric of her top. She had pigtails and knee high rainbow socks.
“Hey,” she said as she loaded her washer.
“I’m Dominic,” I said, extending a hand. “You must be new to the building? I haven’t seen you around.”
“Mm-hmm,” she said. “I’m Lacie.”
“I live in 10A,” I said.
She suddenly turned bright red and looked away, terribly embarrassed. My eyes grew wide. Was THIS the woman who lived in 11A?!
“Oh,” she said. “That’s nice.”
I watched her grab handfuls of panties from her laundry bag.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah. Same tier,” she said nervously as her eyes darted around the laundry room.
“Wait a second,” I said as I leaned over my washer. “You’re not the new woman in 11A, are you? I … I think I got your package by mistake.”
“Yeah,” she said, turning so red in the face that I thought she was going to pass out.
“Hey, it happens. Don’t worry about it.”
She smiled nervously.
“Well, you have a good night,” I said as I grabbed my laundry basket and headed upstairs.
“You too,” she whispered.
That night, I heard her window open, so I opened mine, too. A few minutes later, she started going at it. Masturbating loudly. Orgasm after orgasm.
A few days later, a package arrived for me. I got upstairs and opened it to find a bottle of lube and a note. “Oops. Did you open my mail again? -11A.”
I took it upstairs and knocked on her door.
“Coming,” she said.
Oh, I knew that was the right response.
Lacie opened the door and blushed at the sight of me.
“I think this came to me again. By mistake. Oops.”
“Oh. I’m SO sorry,” she said sarcastically as she walked into her apartment.
I followed her inside, closing her door.
On her coffee table, a 9 inch black dildo. She sat down on her sofa and smiled at me.
“Take off your clothes,” she said.
I did as instructed.
“Sit in that chair,” she said.
I sat on a chair across from her sofa and watched her strip off her clothes, too. She had a flat stomach, rock hard nipples, this petit little frame. Totally waxed.
She sat down on her sofa and put her legs up on the coffee table, spreading her legs. I watched as she leaned forward and grabbed the dildo and put it in her mouth, sucking it, spitting on it.
I watched.
She took the dildo and ran it down her chest, past her stomach, over her pelvis, and then slid it carefully inside of herself.
“Oooh,” she whispered.
I watched as she slid it in and out, slowly. My cock was rock hard.
“Aren’t you going to masturbate?” She asked. “I got the lube for you.”
I smiled and pulled the lube from the box and poured some all over my cock. She licked her lips as I began to stroke myself as she pumped her dildo in and out of her cunt.
“It’s so big,” she said. “I love the way it stretches me.”
I stroked at the same pace she pumped the dildo in and out of herself.
“Put it all the way in,” I ordered.
She pushed, jamming the entire black dildo inside of her cunt.
“It’s so deep,” she whispered as she watched me stroke my cock. “Do you like to watch me play with myself?”
“I do,” I said.
“I like to watch you jerk off,” she said as she began to fuck herself faster and faster.
“Ride it,” I said.
She yanked the toy from her cunt and suction cupped it to the hardwood floor and straddled it, squatting down and riding it.
“Come over here,” she said.
I stood and walked over to her.
“Masturbate onto my face.”
I began to jerk off faster as she rode her toy faster and faster, moaning and screaming.
“Fuck yourself faster! Deeper!” I shouted.
She did, bouncing up and down, cramming every inch of her toy inside of herself.
“God!” She howled. “I’m gonna cum!”
“Me too,” I said as I stepped closure to her and just as she orgasmed, I emptied my balls all over her face, soaking her with thick, white cum. My sperm dripped from her hair and chin, onto her tits and thighs.
“Oh!” She moaned as she recoiled in shock. “That’s a lot of cum! Fuck!”
I shot out three more ropes that splattered into her face and mouth before I stepped back and watched her collapse against the sofa, the dildo wet with her pussy juices. She leaned back and masturbated one more time.
“Leave the lube,” she said. “Come by tomorrow night at 9 so we can do this again.”
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