I'm a young woman that has been fortunate to get just about every guy I've ever wanted, so I haven't had to deal with many dry spells in my life. Typically, my dry spells only last a few weeks (or les!!), but this time it's been a few months now since my last steady relationship. Of course, I've hooked up a few times in this time just to stay sane!! Maybe it's the lack of reliable sex, but I've really been eyeing this new guy, Bill. Now, Bill is the kind of guy I can definitely go for, and for a longer-term fling.
And by "go for", I mean screw in every possible position and with every available opening!! He is successful, dresses well, and has a laugh that fills a room. He lives in his girlfriend's apartment next door to me, so I see him several times a week. He is always so nice to me, always stopping to say "hi," and asks about how school is going. And he smells so good. I love riding the elevator after he comes off it. His cologne is subtle and distinctive, and lingers forever.
We've talked a couple times. Once, he stayed and kept me company in the laundry room while my load of clothes dried. Another time I found him sitting in the staircase, really drunk and depressed about his girlfriend. They were having problems, and I stupidly talked him into giving her a second chance. Two days later he moved in permanently.
So here I am, alone in my apartment while the man I desperately want is next door with his girlfriend. He just feels so right for me. As I said, he's pretty hot, but I'm not too bad myself. In fact, I think I'm way hotter than his current girlfriend. My name is Jennifer, but my friends call me Jen, and that's usually the name guys yell out to me as they cum. I'm 30 years old, slim, with really long and flexible legs. But, I guess when you see me, it's my breasts that really stick out!! Most people that are brave enough to comment suggest they are fakes. But, no, they are just big, sitting like large grapefruit on my slim body. My long brown hair hangs down just enough so that it sensually tickles a man's thighs as I go down on him. And then there's my pussy. Totally shaved, slick, and ready to go with a moments notice. I really can't think of one time in my life where I've said "no" to any boy or girl when approached for sex.
The hardest part of not being with Bill happens at bedtime. Bill's and my bedroom share a wall, and I don't think there is any sound proofing at all. During the week I go to bed at about 10:30, and then have to wait for his show to start. Every night, and I mean EVERY night, the routine is the same. Right around 11pm I'll hear him give out a few soft moans, and maybe a couple intense "that feels so good" moans. I can't tell for sure, but the timing and tone makes me think she's giving him a blowjob. After a couple minutes, there is silence, until she starts moaning, but more like for 10 minutes. I would expect the moans are because Bill's tongue is gliding up and down her hood. Soon her moans are interrupted by her screams of "fuck me" or "put it in." Then the moaning stops.
After a slight pause, Bill's bed starts quietly creaking, and over the next 10 minutes or so the creaking becomes louder and louder, until the headboard starts hitting the wall. Their moans intensify and crescendo in time with the creaking and banging. Each time his headboard slams into the wall, she grunts out a deep and passionate "ohhhhh", and I can hear her gasp as pulls back and cocks for his next plunge. He is driving into her with lustful abandon, not caring that my bed shakes with each of his thrusts. Her noises stop, and the banging gets even louder and faster. She usually climaxes first, letting her screams of passion announce her release to the world. Her cries of release wail in time with the bed's creaking, both keeping perfect pace with the percussion of the pounding headboard. Their sex is like music, and Bill is a maestro!! As her voice finally fades into satisfaction, his groans build to a loud "I'm cumming". He explodes a satisfied "ohhhhhh". And then silence.
Quiet, that is, except for the steady purring of my vibe as I slide it in and out of me, letting it glide gently across my clit. Its constant mechanical promise sends waves of pleasure through me. As my tension builds, I think about what Bill's cock must taste like, and I want to feel him pounding into me. I let my hips drive into my bed, simulating how my body would react if Bill was knelling between my spread-apart legs. I quicken my pace, and hear my bed creaking softly in time to my fantasy. My tension builds as I push the vibe deeper and harder into me. I can almost hear him moan out a desperate "Ohhhh Jen" and I image his splash deep inside me. Soon, I feel the first trembling deep in my pussy, and its grows in intensity until a violent spasm rocks through me, heralding wave after wave of pleasure pulses. I turn off the vibe, roll over, and fall asleep while thinking about Bill.
The next morning I get up, get ready, and head off to work. By chance, I walked into the elevator right after Bill. "Sounds like you and your friend had a great time last night," I nervously said.
Bill looked a little surprised, apparently not realizing before just how completely I could hear his bed fun. "Wow, Jen. Sorry about that. Hope it didn't keep you up," he said a little shyly. "I guess I get a little aggressive toward the end."
"Oh, I'm not complaining at all. It's great to hear you have so much fun. Someday I hope to return the favor and let you hear some rockin' from my place!!" I stammer. Trying to act nonchalant about talking sex with the man of my dreams.
"Actually, I'm really surprised that I don't hear that from you every night. I've always enjoyed talking to you, and you are really cute!" he said, while looking me straight in the breast. "I hope any guy you meet treats you really well. I know I would."