There it was again…the headboards knocking against his wall. His newlywed neighbors were enjoying their marital fruit as they were supposed to. He loved everything about his apartment, except that. Not because it bothered him, but because it kept him horny all the time, thinking how lucky that guy was because of the fact that his neighbor's wife was absolutely gorgeous.
Nevertheless, this time he it was even more antagonizing, because he was meeting the woman that was number one in his fantasy file, this hot little talker he met from Literotica. They met each other in the chat rooms, talked it up. She seemed to be drawn to him. She dropped any conversation when he logged into the lounge. She smiled to her computer screen and tried not to lose control, as soon as his little name popped up on the user list. The then chatter about taking it to the other level started. Telephone numbers were exchanged, he worked up the courage to call her. Finally a voice to put with those little letters. They were opposites on the phone. His slow southern draw, and her fast-paced northern accent. But they were perfect for each other as they both moaned and masturbated to the sounds of each other's heavy breathing. Her keeping quiet because of her kids, and him keeping quiet for the simple fact that he was tucked into the corner of his office trying not to get caught with his pants down. But that wasn't enough any more. It was like an addiction, always that urge for a little something extra, controlling their lives. Sure, the phone sex was amazing, but they weren't satisfied. She wanted to feel him reach the depths of her soul. He wanted to feel her body wrapped around his. And now they were gonna get the chance. She was down south, visiting an old friend. So she allowed herself an extra day before coming back, just so she could make that fateful trip through Alabama. Her cyber-love memories were the only thing that kept her from falling asleep at the wheel.
All night he had been thinking about how fast they had come along, waiting on her to arrive. Then he heard the sounds of heels coming up the stairs, it brought him out of his daze. The steps stopped and he opened the door before she could even knock…silence…they stared at each other.
She was drop dead sexy. Black stilettos. Black skirt. White spaghetti strapped shirt, covered by a tiny black blouse. Hair pulled up in a ponytail. He was stunning in his khakis, white oxford shirt, untucked, barely even on. The buttons were only done up half way, and the sleeves were rolled-up just below his elbows. Hair was kept short, never fixed perfect.
She looked up with a sheepish grin, and they realized their dreams were about to come true. He stepped forward and greeted her with a kiss. His hands cupped her face. Hers instinctively wrapped around him, digging her nails in his back and pulling him close. He claims he will never forget the way she tasted. Her sweet kiss was deep, long passionate, driven, and seemingly never-ending. Their tongues collided and danced with each other. She moaned for the first time, knowing it wouldn't be the last, as he nibbled her bottom lip.
They both forgot the fact that they were standing just outside his doorway. He was in the middle of the three apartments upstairs. The newly wed couple on one side, two college girl roommates on the other. At the moment, the newly wed couple was trying to catch their breath, and the girls were out of town for the weekend. As the thoughts of his whereabouts raced in his mind, he lost his inhibitions and pushed her back against the rail.
Their low moans slightly echoed in the hallway. She stopped when she felt the rail brush against her back, asking "What now?" He just grinned and turned her around. She was slightly hesitant, only because she didn't know her surroundings, not because she didn't want it. Without realizing, she had placed her hands on the rail, and stuck her ass out. She looked over her shoulder and started to question him, "But what…" She never finished he put one finger on her lips, and started to lift her skirt. She noticed his sly grin again and decided to quit worrying. She took his finger into her lips and lowered her head. How could he not imagine that that was his dick?
