For the last few months, the apartment next to me has been empty. The silence is something that I’ve come to appreciate as the walls are thin and previous neighbor wasn’t very considerate. Especially when he had company overnight. Thin or not, this wall separating our apartment bedrooms is definitely not think enough to muffle the sound of the headboard slapping against it rhythmically. Earbuds and peaceful music were my friends back then. But that’s no longer a problem.
After spending a lazy morning in bed, staring out my sliding glass door into the brightening sky, I go to the little kitchen to start my coffee and pop a burrito in the microwave. The breakfast of champions. Over the hum of the microwave, I hear sounds of scraping and bumping coming from the hallway outside my front door. I guess someone’s moving in next door. There goes my solitude. I walk to my front door to see if maybe I can catch a glimpse of my new neighbor. Looking through my peep hole, I can see a couple of uniformed guys shuffle by with a modest couch. Then you appear in the doorway and I catch my breath. There you stand, 5’ 6”, slim but curvy figure, bright blue eyes and sultry red lips garnering my attention. You put your hands on your hips and lean over slightly, looking down the hallway towards the entrance. Your long brown hair falling down to your ample breasts which are now slightly exposed, your shirt hanging loosely. You straighten and turn to go back into the apartment, your ass tightly framed by the jeans you are wearing.
I stand at the door a few more minutes, waiting for you to return, but you never do. So, I go back to my morning routine. Coffee, cereal, and a piece of fruit are on the table before me, but all I can think about is you. Shaking my head from the thoughts of you, I finish my breakfast, enter my office area and logon to start my work day. I love working my job remotely as I’ve never been a very social person. I often find myself in awkward conversation with much more experienced folks than I and it’s embarrassing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no slouch: 5’11” 210 pounds and fit, but a bit of a dad bod. A mop of dirty blonde hair and full beard both of which are a little overdue for a trimming. So, my chances with someone like you are slim to none as I frequently trip over my tongue and my inexperience shows.
Concentrating back on my computer screen, I try to focus on work. However, every 30 minutes or so, I hear a thump come from your apartment. Each time, I am compelled to stop what I’m doing and go to the door, just to see if I can catch another glimpse of you. But all I ever see are the movers, carrying in your items. Occasionally, I think I can hear you call out, but it’s never clear enough for me to understand what you are saying.
However, now I have a voice to go with that face. Hours pass and I take a break for lunch. While I eat my sandwich, my mind drifts to the sole image I have of you. I imagine myself opening my door and seeing you there. We immediately have a connection and I invite you in. In no time at all, we head straight into my bedroom, exploring each other in ways I’ve only seen on porn videos. A loud thump of your apartment door closing brings me back to reality, a half-eaten sandwich and some chips lay in front of me. Shaking my head, I look at the clock and see that I’ve been lost in thought for nearly 20 minutes now! I’ve gotta get back to work! Thank goodness I’m working remotely or I would have to find a way to hide this erection!
Settling back in my office chair, the rest of the work day goes by pretty smoothly and the noises from outside my door have long since subsided. But, you have not left my mind all afternoon. Leaving my office, I glance at my front door and wonder if I can muster up enough courage to come say hi. Past experience tells me no and my stomach ties itself into knots just thinking about it. Instead, I flop onto my couch, open my smartphone and look to order dinner. Delivery is another godsend for someone like me, limiting my social awkwardness to picking up the food left at my door.
Dinner passes without an event and I begin to wonder if you will be the perfect neighbor. I sit there for a few minutes, pondering how to introduce myself to you. Do I try to meet you now, or just wait for a chance meeting in the hallway? A glance at the clock shows that it’s 7:05 pm, so it’s not too late in the evening. That does it, then, I just need to get up and go over there.
So, I stand up and check myself in the mirror. I’m not dressed super nice, but it’s not sweats either. I check my teeth in the mirror and then try to smell my breath. I run my hand through my hair, just to try and straighten it a little more and tug a little on my beard. Ok, everything seems to be decent enough for me to try to meet you and not offend you at first sight.
I walk out my door, checking to make sure it’s unlocked before I close it, and step over to your apartment door. As I knock on your door, it swings open slightly, exposing the chaos of furniture and moving boxes in your living room. I clear my throat and squeak out a little, “Hello?” There’s no reply.
Where could you be? In my mind, I worry that something’s wrong; something’s happened to you, that maybe one of the movers hurt you. In my stomach, the butterflies are telling me to run back to my apartment and forget all about this, that you will be ok. I wouldn’t call it cowardice, just a tendency towards less social awkwardness.
The battle between the butterflies and my mind wages on for a few more seconds and my curiosity wins. I just need to check and make sure that you are ok. Gently closing the apartment door behind me, I step into your space. Our apartments are basically mirror images of each other, so I know my way around already. Glancing around, I don’t see you in the kitchen or dining area. Stepping into the room I use as an office in my apartment, there are just boxes scattered across the floor.
I walk to the master bedroom and peek my head in the door. The westward facing sliding glass door from your master bedroom to the balcony lets in the rays of the setting sun, filtered to gold, red and amber by the clouds in the sky outside. Following the rays of the setting sun, I see you, laying on your bed, exhausted, one leg and one arm laying out from under the sheet. The amber light falls softly on your face, setting those red lips on fire with their touch. The golden sunset highlighting the differences between your pale skin and the white bra and black lacy panties, all barely visible beneath the translucent white sheet. I watch quietly as your chest rises and falls ever so slightly.
I stand in awe for a few moments, my thoughts racing as I begin imagine all of the things that I could do to you, much like I imagined before. A familiar tingle fills my loins and I start to take a step closer to your bed, longing to join those golden rays of the sunset as they fall upon your skin. Timidly, I reach for you, excitement building in my chest…and you stir, ever so slightly, a small moan escaping from your lips.
Feeling like an animal suddenly sensing a trap around me, I catch my breath in my throat, and freeze. For what seems like an eternity, I stand frozen, waiting to see if the trap has sprung. Slowly, quietly, I release my breath. Realizing the weight of what I was about to do, I feel a sense of shame and uneasiness. However, I am unable to take my blue eyes off of your radiant body, as the sun continues to kiss you in ways that I truly wish I could. I slowly withdraw, pulling my hand back to my side. Trembling, I take a step backwards and bump slightly into the door frame! Again, you stir and my body immediately leaps into fight or flight. Adrenaline pumps through me as I prepare to turn and run from your apartment.
But, like a spider caught in a web, I cannot get away. In my mind I know that this is my only chance. I am horrible with words and would just stumble over them if we were to meet in the hall. Having only seen your eyes in a glance through the peep hole, I know that I would be forever lost in them, drowning in their depths. Your recent movement has you on your side, your one exposed leg bent ever so slightly, the sheet riding higher than before, showing me now a path to your nether regions covered by the lacy black panties, which beckon to me. Again, that familiar tingle fills my loins and my lust towards you swells like another part of me.
I look around the room, at the partially unpacked boxes, and see a couple of masquerade masks among the kick-knacks. I reach in and pick up a black, sparkling mask with a few feathers glued to it, and put it on. I slowly step closer to you and reach out, caressing your leg. My fingers gently slide along your leg, following the rays of the sun from the calf to behind the knee, to your thigh. Bending over, I lean in to kiss your exposed hip. My lips gently rest on your skin as I kiss you ever so slightly moving up your body. A feather from the mask brushes against your arm, and you reach for my head, moaning pleasurably ever so quietly.
Your hand reaches my head and guides my wanting mouth to your breast. Using my teeth, I pull the bra away from your nipple, exposing it to the amber glow of the setting sun. My mouth gently suckles your breast, my tongue running slowly around the nipple, causing it to harden in pleasure. My hand slides up from your thigh to your behind and I gently pull, exerting a little pressure to move you towards me, sliding the rest of you out from under the sheet. A slight gasp escapes your lips as you start to fully awaken and realize the state of arousal you are in. Your hand moves from the back of my head to reach for the mask. I quickly reach up to stop you from removing it, knowing I could not continue if it were off. I slowly release your breast from my mouth and look up to dive into the depths of your luminous eyes. I shake my head ever so slightly.
For a moment, you appear torn – do you continue this journey into pleasure without fully knowing who I am, or do you put a stop to it now. Conflict plays across your face and your eyes narrow. I don’t know what you see as you stare into my icy blue eyes, but your face softens and a small smirk plays on your lips as you take your hand from my face and instead reach over to grab between my legs.
At that moment, I realize that I am grossly overdressed. Not wanting to leave you waiting, I return to your wanting breast, nibbling ever so slightly on the nipple. At the same time, I am working to unbutton and unzip my jeans to give your grasping hand a destination. Freeing the button and zipper, my hands return to your body as you grab my jeans and pull them down, one handed, if only a few inches. My fully erect member springs from my pants and underwear and you take hold of it as if it were a branch of a tree, saving you from falling off a cliff.
My right hand slides down your stomach to your panties, caressing your womanhood over the cloth. Another moan pours from your throat as my hand firmly rubs you. Pulling at my jeans hanging just above my knees, you draw my groin closer to your mouth. Your luscious red lips part, your tongue seeking audience with my swollen member. I stumble closer and almost fall into your waiting mouth. Now a moan falls from my lips as you seek to swallow me whole.
My hand presses harder against your now swollen labia and I can feel the moisture gathering on the cloth. My fingers slip under the wet cloth and continue to firmly caress the mound between your legs. I shift my body ever so slightly and turn to kiss your stomach, pausing to slip my tongue in and out of your belly button. The masks feathers slightly covering my destination, tickling your thighs and causing you to giggle a little between the soft moans. My mouth continues downward, gliding closer to its destination. But before diving in, my lips and tongue make small detours around your inner thighs. Kissing and licking, avoiding full contact, teasing. As you squirm, trying to make my mouth meet you fully, you reach down and grab my hair. Removing me from your mouth, I look to you. With fire in your eyes you shove my head down and command me, “Eat me now!” Not wanting to disobey the first and only words you have ever spoken to me, my hand pulls aside your panties, my mouth darts for your labia, my tongue, dives between the soft, wet lips to seek your clit.
You moan loudly before you can help it and you thrust your hips harder into my face. Once the initial shock of pleasure passes, you resume exploring me with your mouth as we seek to please each other. My tongue moves back and forth between your depths and your lips. Your mouth glides slowly down my shaft, almost to the base, then back up to the top. My tongue moves up and down your vagina, pausing only to tease around the hole. As if in sync, you lick up and down my cock, occasionally pausing to suck my head like a lollipop. Minutes pass into almost an hour as the time seems to fly by faster than the lightning that is coursing through our bodies. My mouth now moves back to your clit and begins to suck as you seek to swallow me whole again. I insert a finger into you easily while I lick and nibble at your clit until you can take no more. Your juices start flowing into my mouth as you begin to climax. Feeling your body shake and hearing you almost scream, my hard cock, still in your mouth, impossibly seems to begin to swell even more as I unload in sweet ecstasy with you and into you.
I roll over onto your bed, by your side, as we both breathe heavily. Sweat glistening on our bodies in the glow of the now rising full moon, my hand resting gently on your leg, you begin to sit up. As you look to me, the crooked mask with its bent feathers still covering me, I put my finger to my lips. I can smell you on my finger. I slowly get up from your bed and put on my clothes.
You watch in silence as I begin to leave. I pause, turning towards you before I fully exit the apartment, half in, half out. As I reach up to take off the mask, I hide my face behind the door. The mask reappears from behind the door in my hand, sliding down the door until I leave it hanging on the door knob. Stepping away, I gently close the door behind me.
As you sit there wondering who I am, you hear the door across the hall from you open and shut. Then the soft knock of my headboard hitting the wall as I flop down on my own bed.
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