Guy In The Apartment Above Me Died and I Ended Up Getting a Blowjob From My Neighbor – [MF]

About a month after I lost my job, I started to smell something weird—like, rotten, and I figured it was coming from my ceiling. I asked if my neighbor, Kaitlyn, smelled it too and she did. I called the landlord several times, and he basically told me there was nothing he could do about a random smell in my apartment.

I stayed in that apartment for weeks, opening windows, plugging in those Febreze plugins, doing everything I could to cover up the smell. Definitely a breach of the warranty of habitability, but my landlord wasn’t doing squat. Luckily my lease was ending in a few months, and I could get the hell out of dodge.

It gets worse though. One day, you see, it’s not just a smell anymore. I wake up, and there is literally a giant stain on my ceiling and IT IS DRIPPING onto the floor. I call my landlord and basically threaten to sue him if he doesn’t figure out what the hell is happening, and I’m guessing you guys have already figured out what they found. Apparently, the guy above me had been dead since the smell started and when the found him his body was liquifying. That’s right everyone, I was inhaling dead guy for a month and his body was leaking through my ceiling.

I sent a demand letter to the landlord shortly after that. I didn’t want out of my lease right then because I didn’t really have anywhere else to go. I just wanted him to paint everything, replace the carpet and anything else that any fluids touched. I had guys replacing my stuff the next day while my landlord put me up in a hotel.

All’s well that ends well, yeah? Well, it turns out that the landlord was stiffing my neighbor Kaitlyn on painting her walls as well. She may not have had any fluid leaking through her ceiling, but the smell had seeped into her walls and it was pretty bad. She asked me the day I returned to my apartment if I would help her out in talking with the landlord, and I agreed to cover it pro bono. Kaitlyn was honestly always so nice to me, if not a little bit loud on occasion. Genuinely just a good neighbor, and I knew she didn’t have a lot of spare cash, so I just decided to do it for free.

What is a lawyer who has nothing to do all day because he lost his job? A landlord’s worst nightmare.

I sent a demand letter in the same fashion I had earlier, only on Kaitlyn’s behalf. The next day, she was getting her apartment refinished as well.

I honestly didn’t expect anything in return. Just trying to be a good person for once in my life. You spend enough years at a giant law firm defending the “bad guys” enough, and you develop sort of a complex.

Well, the day Kaitlyn returned, I heard a knock on my door around 7 P.M. I looked through the peephole and saw Kaitlyn and opened the door. She looked really cute, in an effortless way. Kaitlyn was about 5’6 with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a tan complexion. She wore a t-shirt tucked into her tight jeans and some black flats. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and her face was made up.

“Hey!” Kaitlyn said with a smile. “Can I come in?”

“Sure!” I said. “How is your apartment?” I asked as she walked in.

“It’s great. Really. Thank you so much! I honestly don’t know what I would have done without your help.” She reached behind her and pulled out an envelope from her back pocket filled with cash. When I saw the money, I instantly refused to even count it.

“I can’t accept this, Kaitlyn.”

“I won’t take no for an answer.” She replied.

“Truly, I am doing just fine. The whole reason I went to law school was to help people—money was just a side benefit. I should be thanking you for helping me remember that.” I told her to keep the money and spend it by helping someone else.

“Well if you won’t take my money, will you let me give you something else?”

“Really, Kaitlyn, I don’t need anything.”

“How about dinner?” She said, way too nonchalantly.

I laughed. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me. Let me take you to dinner?” My neighbor asked again.

I was caught of guard. “I mean, yeah, that sounds like fun. But then debt repaid, yeah?”

“Great! It’s a date. Meet you at [Restaurant] tomorrow night?” She said.

“Uh, yeah sounds . . . great.”

Kaitlyn pecked my cheek and then left.

When I arrived at the restaurant, Kaitlyn was already there. She picked a pretty swanky place and I wore a collared shirt and some slacks. Kaitlyn on the other hand wore a full-blown dress. It was white in a halter-top design with a rather low-cut. The V-neckline dipped down enough to show off plenty of cleavage. If I had to guess—B cups, and perky. It was backless and also showed off a little bit of side boob. It flared at the waste before hugging to her butt and ended just above her knees. I was woefully underdressed when I took my seat at the table opposite her.

“You look stunning,” I said, taking my seat. “I hope I didn’t have you waiting too long for me.”

A waiter came by with a cosmopolitan for the lady.

“Good choice,” I said, before ordering a whiskey neat.

“Thanks, it’s my go-to.” She smiled, taking a sip.

My drink returned and we toasted to the guy who used to live in the apartment above us, and to our landlord. Our conversation evolved quite naturally. I listened to her entire life story. She was one year younger than me, 29, and was from Ohio originally. She was Christian but didn’t attend church. She attended the University of Georgia on a scholarship for undergrad, then went to Georgia Tech business school. She had no plans of returning to Ohio. She was working for an NGO in Atlanta, but what she did was a little above my comprehension—I just argue for a living. We talked about how I used to play baseball, then moved back home to go to law school. We avoided talking about exes. She was, unsurprisingly, a Bulldogs fan, but sadly cheered on the Reds over the Braves.

We lost track of time. We had eaten dinner and had downed two more drinks each. I motioned the waiter for the check, and he brought it to me. As I reached out to grab it, Kaitlyn snatched it mid-air and put her card in.

“I don’t think so, mister.” Then returned the check to the waiter over my feigned protest.

“This has been great, Kaitlyn. You good to head home?” It turns out we both walked. The restaurant wasn’t far from our apartments.

We finished our drinks and walked back home.

Arriving at her door, we did the typical “I had a nice time tonight,” thing even though I wasn’t even really sure if it was actually a date or not. It felt like one.

“Would you . . . like to come in?” I asked.

“Yes!” She practically yelled.

I must have made a decent impression.

The door wasn’t even closed when our mouths met. It was a slow burn, very intimate.

“I don’t usually do this,” Kaitlyn said, breaking our kiss. In response, I pinned her against the freshly painted wall, connected my lips again with hers. Kaitlyn’s tongue tentatively began to explore my mouth, teasing my lips then my tongue. My hands moved to Kaitlyn’s ass, then to her thigh, lifting one leg up and wrapping it around my back, pressing us even closer. Kaitlyn’s hand went from my face to my chest, sliding down all the way to my crotch, where she could feel quite clearly what she had doneto me.

I kissed her neck.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, pushing my head into her neck with her other hand, enticing me to suck even harder. I was surprised her hands hadn’t made me cum in my pants yet.

Kaitlyn continued to moan as I sucked on her neck, and I made sure she felt every spasm of my cock in her hand.

Without warning, Kaitlyn took control. She pushed me against the opposite wall. She looked at me hungrily, then dropped to her knees on the new carpet. I began unbuttoning my shirt while she struggled with my belt. Ten seconds later my shirt and pants were on the floor, and I was naked except for my briefs, but soon those were gone too.

Kaitlyn was soon face to face with cock. She stared at it for a second, then looked up as her right hand reached up and slowly wrapped around my shaft, feeling it for the first time. She knew just how to hold it, nice and tight. She hovered above it and drooled a good amount of spit onto the head, then she looked back up at me as she began to spread it all over my meat.

“Fuck you’re hot.” I groaned.

“You like that?” She smiled up at me, stroking with a steady, deliberate pace.

“Fuck yes,” I managed.

She gave me more of her spit, so I could really hear her hands working my rod.

Kaitlyn then leaned forward and began kissing my tip, then the rest of my dick.

“You don’t usually do this either, right?” I chuckled.

“Never.” She said, “especially not this.” I watched as my neighbor dipped her head down and licked a trail from my balls to the head of my cock, then opened her mouth in an “o” shape, and took me into her mouth, keeping her eyes on me as far down as she could.

“Your eyes are fucking beautiful.” I groaned.

Kaitlyn’s mouth vacuum sealed around my girth slowly taking me deep and then almost pulling off before going deep again. The sensation of her gently sucking was almost indescribable, I felt pre-cum ooze out of my dick into her eager mouth.

She moaned against my cock and began to bob eagerly, a fresh coat of saliva trailing along my shaft with each bob of her head. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she took me inch by inch until she was mere centimeters from the base. She tried to get all of me by bobbing deep on my shift, making a loud “gluck-gluck” sound from my cock filling her throat. She made one final push and took the last bit of my cock in her mouth. I’m not sure how she could breathe like that, but she held it there, mascara running down her face.

“Fucking amazing,” I groaned, complimenting her skill.

She pulled back quickly, gaggin on her way out. Kaitlyn’s saliva shimmered in the light of the room, and strings of it still connected me to her mouth. I watched the strands disconnect and fall onto Kaitlyn’s white halter top dress, forming a darker wet spot.

“Fuck my face,” she said, looking up at me.

This woman was something else. I reached for and grabbed the base of her head and began controlling her movements onto my cock. I wasn’t going to force her too deep, because I’m quite certain I didn’t want to explain to any authorities about a woman choking to death mid-fellatio.

It felt phenomenal. I was rapidly fucking my neighbor’s face, pistoning my dick in and out of herperfect little mouth. She gagged a little but reached around and grabbed my ass to steady herself.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. You want me to cum?” I called, knowing she wouldn’t be able to properly respond.

“Mmmphh hhhrrmmm.”

I took that as a yes. My cock was throbbing inside of her mouth, I was so close. I let go of her head.

“Make me cum then!” I ordered.

Kaitlyn tightened the seal of her lips around my cock and began trying to milk the orgasm out of me—like she needed it, like she needed my cum. She was bobbing her head impossibly fast on my cock, it was like a blur.

That was it. “Fuuuuccckkk,” I yelled out, and my cock released its load. Jet after jet of hot semen filled my hot neighbor’s mouth. I withdrew, and a strand of baby batter leaked out of Kaitlyn’s mouth.

“Oh my god,” I said. Both of us were quite for a few minutes, as we panted for air. My cock went limp, and Kaitlyn kissed the tip. She had swallowed the whole thing absent the strand hanging to her chin.

And that is how I met my girlfriend, Kaitlyn.

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