*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been four warned, expect to find mistakes.
This is a flash story, not meant to be taken too seriously.
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The Sunflower Apartments complex went up quickly. One day there were just fallow fields at the intersection of Highways 331 and 12-An in Mordbrand, Kansas. Then a crew with bulldozers leveled the field. Then came the massive cement trucks and semis loaded down with building materials. Before long, forty eight apartments spread over four uniform buildings were available for rent.
Dale Epps rented Apartment 308C, a spacious one bedroom unit on the third floor of Sunflower C. The apartment itself was in the Northeast corner of the building. The bedroom had two windows, one facing due north and the other facing east. His kitchen/dining room/living room also had a large window facing north. Dale thought the window placement was pretty poor planning; it severely limited where anyone could place their furniture. This was particularly true in the bedroom. The three men that wrestled Dale's furniture into the apartment shrugged and put his queen sized bed in the area Dale indicated. They put his bedside table in one corner, put his low dresser along the wall underneath the eastern window.
During the week, Dale did not have much time to reflect on the apartment; the recent college graduate was busy acclimating to life as the History teacher of J.M. Finney High School. The twenty three year old man was grateful that J.M. Finney had recently instituted a uniform dress code for its students. Even with the uniforms, some of the lovely young ladies seemed to be bursting out of their Kelly green blouses. Some of the female students seemed to be stretching the navy blue skirts beyond the skirt's limits. Dale could only wonder what it must have been like trying to teach these nubile young teenagers as they paraded about in more revealing outfits.
The weekends were boring. Truthfully, there wasn't much to do in Mordbrand, Kansas. Through his living room window, Dale could see the shiny tin rooves of the Rose Recycling and the Ayshire Fabrications buildings. Those new structures were part of the reason someone had constructed the Sunflower Apartment complex. Someone had reasoned that there would be an influx of new residents to Jayel County, Kansas. So far, that assumption had not fully panned out; there were still plenty of apartments available.
With a sigh, Dale went to the Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store. After that, Dale went to the Jason's Pak N Sak package store. Dale bought a fifth of Nulough's Cherry flavored vodka, a fifth of Nulough's Vanilla flavored vodka and a case of Corn Terlings beer. He bought the Corn Terlings because the Barley and the Wheat Terlings space was empty. Dale had once tried the Rye Terlings and had been unable to finish the sixteen ounce bottle. The grizzled old man sitting behind a thick sheet of glass shrugged and told Dale he did not know when they'd be sending more Barley and Wheat Terlings. He had told Jason they needed more beer a week earlier, but as of yet, he'd not heard anything about if and when Jason would get more beer in.
Twenty minutes after Dale finished putting his groceries away and pouring an ice cold Corn Terlings into a frosted mug, the apartment manager managed to short the main breaker box in the building's laundry room. Thankfully, the weather was seventy nine degrees, with a light breeze blowing from the north. Dale put up the three windows in his unit and sipped his cold beer. With a nod, Dale agreed; he liked the Corn Terlings. It was sweeter than the Barley or the Wheat.
Two hours later, as darkness fell, Dale slipped his eyeglasses from his tired eyes and grabbed his third Corn Terlings. His two beer mugs were in the freezer, which thankfully was still cold.
Going to his bedroom, Dale sighed and lay back against his mound of pillows. After drinking nearly half of his beer in one good swallow, Dale stripped down to just his micro-briefs. His former girlfriend had bought him the tube of animal print polyester briefs in an effort to spice up their bedroom. Dale thought briefly of Annie, wondering if she ever regretted leaving him for Brent.
With the sun setting in the west, Dale's apartment was soon plunged into full darkness. Laying against his pillows, Dale shrugged and pulled the skimpy polyester underwear off. For a long moment, Dale relished the feeling of being nude, bare flesh touching his soft cotton sheets.
A movement to his left caught his eye and Dale rolled over. Across the twenty feet that separated their buildings, Dale could see his neighbor's window. Her blinds were up and her window was open. For a moment, Dale wondered if they'd lost power too, but realized he could see a small oscillating fan whirring slowly, back and forth. Then he saw the girl.
She was not a pretty girl; her face was long and narrow. Her brown hair looked oily as hung limply. Her arms and thick legs were pasty white, revealed in her outfit of green halter top and khaki shorts. The shorts had a wide cuff folded up that fully exposed her thighs. As the girl turned and faced her bed, Dale saw that her buttocks were two full globes of flesh and were sticking out the bottom of her shorts.
The girl disappeared from sight and Dale moved his head this way and that, hoping to see more of his neighbor. Even though she was not pretty, her body had been spectacular. Dale could hardly miss how her chest had stretched the halter top, and of course, he had fully enjoyed the sight of her luscious ass.
Swiveling his head one more time, Dale saw there was a full length mirror hanging on her closet door. Dale rose to his feet and approached the window. From his squatting position, Dale could see into her apartment and saw the girl as she now stood, illuminated by a squat bedside lamp. Dale realized that the girl's apartment was a studio, or efficiency apartment.
At present, the girl was dressed in skimpy panties. The girl's breasts were two round melons hanging on her pale torso. Each breast was capped with a light brown areolae, roughly the size of a half dollar coin. Each areolae had a fat nipple dotting the areolae. Dale watched his neighbor massaging lotion into her large breasts. Her thin lips stretched in a slight grimace as she pinched each fat nipple.
Dale ran to his living room and found his eye glasses. Racing back to his bedroom, Dale again squatted and peered into her apartment.
"Oh God yes," Dale hissed as he watched her lay on the small twin sized bed and slide her panties down and off. Her pubic mound was covered by a scruff of brown curls. Those brown curls did not cover her puffy inner lips. The brown curls did not get in the way of Dale's viewing his neighbor's fingers trailing up and down those puffy inner lips. Dale took his throbbing erection into his hand as he watched his neighbor's fingers sliding in and out of her very wet sex.
Dale blasted a load of semen onto his bedroom wall as he watched his neighbor take a thick dildo from her bedside table and pleasure herself with the latex cock. She thrust the fat toy in and out of herself, her other hand pinching and twisting her fat nipples.
Dale blasted a second load of hot semen on his bedroom wall as his neighbor's hips bucked and bounced on her bed.
A moment after Dale scrubbed his semen from his wall, the power came on again. Dale laughed out loud as he heard a faint cheer from a neighboring apartment; apparently his next door neighbor, Apartment 307C had her windows open as well.
Dale decided he would not put clothes on; he rather enjoyed the naughty feeling of walking around his apartment nude. After all, it was his apartment and no one was around to tell him to get dressed.
The next afternoon, Dale idly wandered into his bedroom. His flaccid cock slapped back and forth, back and forth as he ambled about.
