They say cities are for the young, and I’m inclined to agree. Overcrowded and fast-paced, you need a certain vitality just to keep up. It would be damn near impossible to cross the street with a cane, dodging taxis, bike messengers, and tourists before the light turned. Plus there are so many opportunities to meet people: bars, gyms, universities and parks. That would all be wasted on the old. With a young, attractive population, a vibrant city is the place to be.
That’s just how Rachel and I met, swing dancing on a Saturday night. Maybe that’s not your typical story, but could you imagine it happening out in suburbia? A year and a half later we moved into Highland Manor, a three-story apartment building. It was by no means our first choice, but it has ample space, big bright windows, and cheap rent. But seriously, the name? The landlord was either overly ambitious or had a sense of humor. It’s hardly on highland – the basement and occasionally the first floor flood with a heavy rain. And ‘Manor’ is a comically optimistic title. It’s a place to live, that’s about it.
That being said, we certainly make the most of it. We’re young and in love, and this apartment, 22 East, is our own little place carved out of the big city. Weekday mornings I wake before sunrise, give her a kiss on the forehead, and head off to work. Weekends we often lounge around in bed until one of us gets hungry enough to fix breakfast. She’s still a student so her hours are more erratic, but we manage to keep a good rhythm going.
Spring was short-lived this year. The cold, dreary rains of late winter gave way to the hot humid days of summer, and our little apartment we call home gets awfully hot during the day. The city holds the heat into the evenings, so more often than not we open the windows wide for ventilation and strip down to stay cool.
Rachel has a fantastic body – 5’9”, yoga-toned, chestnut brown hair with natural blond streaks, and a face so pretty it’s hard to look away. One day last summer she put on this 60’s style orange dress and nearly caused a pileup. No lie. The upshot is that I’m one lucky son of a bitch and get to see her pad around in the nude daily. I like to think I can hold my own. I’m naturally lean and run or get to the gym a few times a week. Not to dwell on my embarrassment of riches, but these hot summer nights make the whole apartment fair game for a quickie. We’re already naked, so when one of us is in the mood, there’s no stopping us.
I should mention that all this is possible, in part, because the apartment opposite the small courtyard, 22 West, has been unoccupied for some time. That changed recently, and some interesting changes followed suit.
--- “Hey, babe, check it out. There’s a light on across the way.”
Rachel was suddenly self-conscious, covering her breasts and peaking out the window. I don’t get how someone that attractive would feel the need to cover her body, but there are some things I’ll never understand about the fairer sex.
Sure enough, 22 West was lit up for the first time since we’d been in the building and it seemed people were moving in. Boxes stacked up, a hand truck propped against the wall, and various cleaning supplies scattered about. A young couple walked into view.
“Get the light! Get the light!” she whispered, as if they could hear us.
I flipped the switched, sidled up behind her, and suddenly we’re a couple of peeping toms, naked in our apartment, checking out the neighbors.
The couple each set down a rather heavy box and the girl threw her arms around the guy, pinning him to the wall with a passionate kiss.
“Whoa…” whispered Rachel.
Across the way we could see her reach down and grab him by the belt, then lead him down the hall to the bathroom, presumably to shower off after a day of heavy lifting. The thought of them stripping down and stepping into a steamy shower gave me an involuntary twitch down south. Rachel must have noticed because she pressed her perfect ass back into me and smiled knowingly.
“Feel like a shower before bed?”
I couldn’t turn down her offer.
I awoke in the middle of the night with the feeling something wasn’t right. Rachel’s side of the bed was empty and the sheets were cool to the touch. I had to blink a few times to bring the clock into focus: 2:17 am. I figured she couldn’t sleep and was trying not to wake me by reading in the living room. As I got up to check on her, I could hear faint moaning and the rhythmic thumping of a headboard against a wall wafting in on the summer breeze. Someone in the building was getting lucky… Glancing out the window I quickly discovered who: our new neighbors in 22 West. They hadn’t bothered to put up curtains yet, and with the lights on I could clearly see into their bedroom. She was on all fours and he was taking her doggy style, clenching a fistful of her long, curly hair in one hand and was squeezing her breast with the other.
I hurried into the living room to tell Rachel about the spectacle across the way.
“You wouldn’t believe wha….”
I stopped mid-sentence as my jaw went slack. In front of me was an even more incredible sight: Rachel spread eagle on the couch, one hand cupping her breast, two fingers from the other deep inside her pussy. She was staring out across the way and shaking with an intense orgasm.
“Well…I guess you already saw…Damn that’s hot…”
When she finished shaking, she looked at me sheepishly.
“So…you’re not mad?”
“Depends,” I said. “Mind helping me out with this?”
She glanced down at my massive erection.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she smiled coyly and beckoned for me to come over to her.
As I crossed the living room she reached back down between her legs, gathering the juices from her dripping wet pussy until her hand was slick and glistening. She reached out and grabbed my shaft and pulled me so close I could feel her warm breath on my tip. Slowly, methodically, she began stroking me, working ever closer to the sensitive tip. When she finally got there it sent lightning bolts of pleasure through me. I had gotten all worked up earlier in the shower but I didn’t end up getting off so I was already about to explode. Rachel is an incredible lover and picked up on all my body signals. She licked her lips and stared at it intently. I started breathing more heavily, letting her know I was getting close, but she only picked up the pace. I could barely stand up anymore, so I placed one hand on the back of her head.
“Babe, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
“Come on, baby…”
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sending me well beyond the point of no return. I spasmed and pumped shot after shot of cum all over her face. All the built up pressure was relieved and was now dripping from her chin to her breasts. She had never let me cum on her face before – only in her mouth or on her chest – and the visual would surely be playing on loop in my imagination for the next week.
When I finally regained me senses, I managed to stammer, “Wow…definitely not mad. Now let me get you cleaned up.”
The light was off in 22 West.
To Be Continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/35fj06/mirror_image_part_1_mf_mf
In the works…stay tuned.