The sun began to set on a very beautiful fall day, not to hot and not to cold, a slight breeze in the air, crisp scent of fall, I couldn't wait to get back to my couch to wrap up in a blanket and finally rest, maybe I would write, maybe watch a movie, maybe just... nothing. My clothes were clean and I piled them into the basket to head home. I purposely forgot a jacket so the warm laundry and my future couch and cuddle blanket would be even more satisfying.
As I walked through the courtyard to my apartment I saw that a few neighbors weren't home, some had lights on but no open windows, and the gentleman across the way of course never closed his curtains but he wasn't home yet. I walked down the alleyway type stone halls to get to my door, no need for locks, my neighbors were boring as hell. Plopping my laundry on the chair in my living room before plopping myself on the couch, I shuffled to get into the blanket just right so I could turn the tv on and watch a little something to fall asleep to. Decided on football, nothing put me to sleep faster than something my dad cared more about than me... it was about three thirty in the afternoon and I quickly dozed off.
A shift in my sleep caused the remote to fall on the hardwood floor and startled me awake. I squint one eye open to look at the time, it was five seventeen, almost two hours of sleep. The tv had automatically turned off at the end of the game so I was just sitting there in the dark of my living room; unable to fall back asleep but unwilling to get up and human. I turned to my left side, my shades were parted slightly and I could see lights on at Mason's house but I didn't see him, one of my arms to my forehead, I was just so tired. Mason walked from his hallway into the kitchen, hastily picking stuff up, cleaning off the counter's and tossing trash, I looked at my watch to see the time and the date, ha, it was Friday and almost 6 o clock, I realized my night was about to get a whole lot better.
You see, Mason was the luckiest man alive, his girlfriend lived three towns away and while he works in the town she lives in, they spend the week at her place, but the weekends here. Work has been so stressful for me I forgot it was even Friday. She doesn't work Fridays but it's her errand day, which I learned through small talk walking from my car to my apartment one day at the exact time she was walking to his, coincidence? No, I planned that.
Mason shuffled through the house one last time, it's not like she didn't know he was a mess, but he would do anything to impress her and make her feel special, and boy I can see (and hear) why... he checked his watch and quickly darted to his bedroom, his apartment mirrored mine, a few different types of bachelor furniture but similar placing in the home. He came out in light blue jeans and a navy blue button up that was crisp from being ironed so well; dog tags around his neck like always, class ring on his left hand, large black watch on his wrist, even I was a little gay for him. Mason adjusted himself one last time, almost on the dot I saw her beautifully walking up the sidewalk toward me, well, to his door but you get it... she was in matte black strappy open toed stilettos (see I'm a little gay...) hot pink polish on her toes, up her smooth beautiful legs a black dress rested high on her thick thighs, maybe an inch or two below her well endowed backside, the dress smoothed out up her curves, the top of it was a square neck baby doll sleeve, she turned slightly to fluff her hair and good god this dress was completely backless... did she use tape? Hairspray? How does it stay there??
Mason was checking his hair in the mirror that hung above his loveseat as she knocked on his door, he darted across the living room, I thought to myself "why doesn't she have a key?" Who cares? Some evenings they leisurely relaxed before making love, ate dinner, watched a movie and had a hot make out sesh on the couch like it was high school all over again before getting down and dirty, in a romantic way of course, and other nights, oh the other nights... it was rough, passionate, and down right dirty; either way I wasn't complaining. I anxiously awaited the order of tonight's endeavors. Mason turned the handle on the door as she clutched a modest overnight bag. When the door opened and he laid his eyes on her in that dress, he threw his head back in utter amazement at the sight of her, she walked inside blushing, it was adorable. He took her bag from her and set it on the floor, he wrapped his arms around her body and hers went around his neck; his hands were flat against her, probably smooth to the touch back, one in the small of her back and the other between her shoulder blades.
He whispered something in her ear, she smiled and bit her lip before nodding yes and my god I would kill to know what he said to her because what followed was mind blowing to me. He lifted her just enough to take her feet off the ground, I couldn't actually see with the couch in the way but there was zero effort on her end, she laid her lips on his hard as he slammed her petite little body against the door, he kissed her in an eat your face kind of way but she didn't seem to mind; hell, neither did I. He tugged at the fabric of the dress against her hips and hiked her skirt up just a little, didn't need much to gain access. His hand reached up between her thighs and he rubbed the outside of her panties, she pulled away from the kiss and let out a soft moan that I couldn't hear... yet. He pulled her body away from the door a few inches, turned her around and bent her body over the back of the couch; pulling her dress up more he got down on his knees, I couldn't see him anymore but by the look on her face the panties were gone and I imagine his tongue wash deep inside her. Her nails dug into the leather couch, hot pink coffin cut talons almost, I wondered what that sounded like; I scratched my own leather couch but doubted I was getting the same noise with my non-existent bitten off nails.
He quickly popped up from behind the couch, yanked her head back by her hair with one hand and the other one disappeared between her legs once more. He said something to her I couldn't make out for myself but she definitely replied with "yes sir". Kinky. He released her head and his second hand reappeared, he began to unbutton and untuck his shirt, unzipping his jeans his arm moved as though he was pulling out and stroking his cock, she looked over her shoulder back at him he mumbled something to her again and she nodded yes, I would kill to know what was being said. His body thrusted against her and you could see on her face that he was deep inside her, maybe she gasped lightly, maybe it was just a breathy moan, most definitely it was a face filled with pleasure.
