There are very few things in life that are worth getting kicked out of your downtown apartment. Sex is definitely one of them. It's probably the
best
reason for getting kicked out of your apartment! Hell, it's probably the best reason for doing anything!
In case you haven't figured it out already, that's what happened to me. It all started a couple of months back. I was living in this apartment up in the city... it wasn't exactly a palace, but at least it was clean, relatively decent sized, and best of all, close to work. Considering what I was spending on rent, it was practically a steal.
Well anyway, one day my neighbors were moving out. To be honest, I had hardly noticed until they packed their stuff and were out the door. This being the Windy City, it wasn't long before someone else moved in to take their place... a girl... a sexy little Goth vixen in fact. Oh, I didn't see her at first. Not until one day when we had a chance meeting in the hallway.
She was petite little thing, with perky little breasts, long legs and an ass that just wouldn't stop! She was wearing a little leather mini-dress, complete with fishnets, platform boots, and about a dozen piercings all through her face. Her short hair was dyed deep, neon purple with cherry red streaks through it, just to complete the whole ensemble. Just my kind of girl!
As we passed each other, she just sort of smiled and said 'hi.' I smiled, waved back and walked past her. That was it. And had it been
anyone
else, it probably would have ended right then and there, but something about this rebellious Goth chick really piqued my curiosity, so I started digging around.
Turned out that she was some girl from out of state. She had moved to Chicago for college, was new in town, and hadn't made many friends yet. I also learned that her name was either Lisa or Linda, according to the various residents of the apartment. And... well, that was about all I learned of her. It was hardly enough to make for a budding friendship, let alone a romance, so I just kind of waited. I figured since she lived on the same floor as me, I'd eventually see her. Turns out that I was right.
You see, one day, I heard a door open across the hall. I quietly got up and walked over towards the door, just in time to see the Goth chick start walking down the hallway... except her skirt got caught on a nail or something sticking out of the floorboard because it tore right off her pale, elegant frame. I could hear her scream 'oh shit,' and quickly reach down to cover her lacey black panties. She paused for a moment, and then confident that nobody was there, she turned back and walked over to her apartment. In the process, I got a nice view of her skinny little ass.
I'm not exactly sure why I did it, but I carefully unzipped my pants, trying hard not to make a sound. I whipped out my dick and began to stroke it as I stared at the now skirtless Goth chick struggling to unlock her apartment and get back in before anybody saw her. It didn't last long, but it was enough for me to get hard and drip some cum onto my floor. I'm sure the landlord is going to love cleaning that stain out of the carpet!
That tantalizing view of my Goth neighbor's ass fueled my masturbatory fantasies for about a week, I swear! I thought about her in my dreams, when I was laying in bed, and in the shower in the morning. I just kept jerking off to that image which was now burnt into my mind's eye.
Well that's when I started to watch her every time she left her apartment. Being that I work from my computer, I can stay in whenever I want, so I was able to get a good idea of the girl's schedule. Even fully clothed, she was pretty damned hot. She had a bad tendency to wear either skin-tight leather outfits or lacey, see-through fabrics. Either way, it got me hot to watch her saunter through the hallway every morning.
Sometimes, when I was
really
lucky, she'd brush right past my door, giving me a bird's eye view of her cleavage or her back. I remember once when she walked by I actually shot my load, splattering my cum across the door. She stopped for a moment, and I was scared shitless that she must have heard me. My heart was pounding away in my chest, and my breath slowed almost to the point of stopping, but fortunately, the Goth girl decided to walk on. Once she was safely far away, I literally collapsed on the couch.
And things probably would have continued on like that for a while, relatively uneventful, were it not for the fact that I still had to leave the apartment for groceries. One evening, just as I had stepped out into the hallway, I saw her door open. As if on cue, my cock immediately began to stiffen in my pants. Sure enough, Goth girl came out, clad in a lacey white dress, with torn fishnets and heels, and a fearsome assortment of body piercings.
"Hi," she said to me as she closed and locked her doors.
"Right back at you," I said as I tried to regain my composure.
"So long time no see," she said walking over to me, her white dress flowing behind her, "I don't think I've run into you since... oh, since I moved in, in fact!"
