I think I might need to move… [FM]

Since moving into my current apartment, I’ve had a bit of an ongoing dispute with my neighbors. They’re a family of four who live directly above me. They don’t own the house, rather rent the top two stories of the duplex while I’m in the basement. The mother of the family, who I’ll call Darla for the sake of this story, has had the biggest issue with me. Her big gripe about me has been the fact that I smoke weed. My unit comes with a small patio to the side of the house, and I smoke there a lot of evenings. When the weather is they tend to leave their windows open a lot and Darla has a problem with the scent. She’s come out to complain at me a couple of times, but the fact of the matter is weed is legal where we live, and I’m doing nothing wrong by smoking a joint outside my apartment.

Darla is such a treasure that she actually complained to the landlord the first night I was living there, actually. I was listening to music on my patio while smoking, and that was just too much for her to handle. The landlord doesn’t live far, and came over to speak with both of us because she was irate. The conversation ended up being pretty funny on my end, because our landlord actually thanked me for not smoking inside the unit. He also clued me into the fact that they’ve complained about every tenant he’s had beneath them since moving in, and not to take it too seriously.

My smoking times tend to coincide with their oldest son getting home from work in the evenings. A couple of weeks ago, we got to chatting and he’s been stopping to chat with me most nights that we bump into each other ever since. Let’s call him Colton. He’s tall with a build that’s halfway between lanky and muscular. He’s got shoulder length wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes. Bit of a surfer-bro aesthetic which is unusual for where we live but he wears it well. Our conversations are always fairly brief, but he’s a cutie. I don’t know his exact age, but he’s in university, so early twenties.

Last week, I ended up having it out with Darla. I had a “friend” over, and apparently we were a bit too loud with the windows cracked. She was able to hear us in the driveway, and came to bang on my door. Now the actual dirty bits she was able to hear, I take full responsibility for. I should have been more careful about leaving windows cracked for air when I’m about to moan a slew of filthy things. That said, her response was over the top. She accused me of doing it intentionally so that other people could hear. (Hot, but I’m not really the type to do that in my own home.) She called me a skank, a slut, and loudly alluded to the fact that the friend I had been playing with wasn’t the first man I had invited over.

I shouldn’t have let her get underneath my skin, but lord did she. I’m dealing with my divorce right, and working with my ex isn’t easy right now. He’s been doing a fair amount to make things difficult for me. I think that may be part of the reason she got to me, I’m just so raw a lot of the time that I’m not filtering things properly, I guess.

Anyway the guy I had over found it funny, but she had kind of ruined the mood so he took off. I was stewing on it for the rest of the day. Being alone with my own thoughts really can be dangerous sometimes. I made myself a nice dinner, took a bubble bath, and the entire time I was thinking about what an absolute cunt I think Darla is.

My poor mood followed me out onto my patio that night, and I was on my second joint when Colton got home from work. He came to talk with me, and I ended up telling him everything that had happened that day. From inviting a guy off tinder over, to getting yelled at and publicly shamed by his mother at my front door. He, like my friend from earlier, found the whole situation very funny, though he did express sympathy with my public humiliation. I now have it on good authority that Darla is a yeller, that’s how she handles all major problems she’s confronted with.

Now I’ve thought Colton was cute since the first time I saw him, but I’d never really considered going anywhere with it.That all went out the window when he smiled at me, and the warmth I felt from that, mixed with the horny disappointment from earlier, and the anger I felt towards his mother. I’m humiliating myself enough as I write this out, but suffice to say I threw at him. He was so surprised that there was an opportunity, that I basically had to say in no uncertain terms that I wanted to fuck him. He was very down, and since he hadn’t told his family that he had gotten home, we went right down to my apartment.

I took his jacket, and tossed it on the couch before leading him to my bedroom and having him sit on the edge of the bed. After a quick cautionary glance around the room to ensure I hadn’t left any windows cracked (Darla was not going to be cock-blocking me anymore.), I got down on my knees in front of him and unzipped his khaki work pants, beginning to rub his cock through his boxer-briefs as I did. I could tell he was nervous, and he struggled to reach a full erection. I tried to put him at ease, kissing his hips, and chest.

I ended up climbing into his lap and we made out for a little while, him laying back on the bed, me half straddling his lap, half laying across him. As he got into it, I felt him harden against me, so I slid my hand into his underwear to stroke him slowly. I kissed down his neck as I moved back onto the floor, and finally took his cock out. Colton’s cock is completely average in both length and girth. Just long enough that I can make myself gag, but not so big that I look like an overzealous slutty hamster trying to slide him into my mouth.

I really wasted no time with my pace, and quite sloppily bobbed my head over Colton’s cock. He was very quiet at first, and had an almost pained expression on his face as he attempted to concentrate. As he opened up a bit more, he slid his fingers into my hair and controlled my head over top of his cock. He slowed me down a little, warning that he didn’t want to cum so quickly and pulled back to grin at him. I’ve always been proud of my blowjob skills, honestly when men can’t last, it’s flattering.

Colton admitted that he wasn’t the most experienced man in the ways of down-under, and I told him that was fine. I got off the bed and brought out my hitachi wand, and his wide eyes told me before he had even opened his mouth again that it would be his first introduction to toy play. I showed him how to control the wand, then laid back on the bed as he got between my legs and started exploring the settings. After a little bit of coaching, Colton worked himself into a good rhythm with the wand, and I tugged him closer so we could make out again. Bringing him closer brought his cock against me, and I came hard when his tiny circles with my wand mixed with the feeling of his cock sliding along my slit.

Colton held me as I climaxed, wrapping his arms around me as I shuddered against him, and buried my face in his neck. It occurred to me as I came back to earth that I had made absolutely no effort to quiet myself, and silently prayed that Darla wouldn’t catch her son in my apartment. Undeterred if not reinvigorated by the intrusive thoughts of Darla, I rolled off of Colton to grab the box of condoms from my bedside table.

I sucked Colton’s cock as I opened the condom wrapper, then unrolled the thin purple latex over his length while kissing his balls. That seemed to be another surprise to him, but he also seemed to enjoy it.

I moved myself back onto the bed, stuffing my body pillow underneath myself in the process and wiggling my ass at him with a wink over my shoulder. He was much more confident by that point, and smacked my ass before positioning himself at my entrance and pushing himself inside agonizingly slowly.

It was clear that Colton couldn’t handle fast and rough for very long, so I reached back to pull him against me, and we shifted into a slow cuddle-fuck. Colton’s arm snaked around me from behind, and he toyed with my breasts, alternating which nipple he played with while our hips rocked into each other.

We switched positions after a while, and I climbed on top of him before lowering myself back down over his cock. I started off slow, kissing Colton’s neck chest as I rode him, but all good things must come to an end eventually, right? My pace quickened, and I brought the wand back to my clit, synchronizing rubbing myself to my pace over Colton’s cock. I quickened further, and brought myself to another climax, using Colton underneath me and my wand to keep myself right at the edge for as long as I could. Having the neighbor lady cumming on his cock brought Colton to orgasm as well, and with very little warning besides a few choice words, he came inside of me, in the condom.

We cuddled for a couple of minutes, long enough for Colton to think up an excuse for being an hour later from work than he usually is. I talked to him the next day, and he was very casual about the whole thing. We both agreed that it was fun, but probably not the best situation to continue. God, it’s tempting though.

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