The Guy Next Door

So recently this guy had moved into the apartment next to mine. I knew he wasn't from around here, and not just because I saw that his truck had a Texas tag. There was something about him that was different from the guys around here. I have to admit it intrigued me.

Since he had moved in I'd seen him a few times out walking his dog or walking to his car but I had never had the guts to go talk to him. I mean I was quite sure he wasn't an axe murderer or cannibal. However I couldn't seem to get enough nerve to introduce myself. As luck would have it I didn't have to make the first move. One day when I had returned from the grocery store he had just come home himself and he saw me struggling to carry everything so he offered to help. As he relieved me of some of my groceries I couldn't help but notice that he had nice muscular arms.

I didn't think about it when he offered to help but when I reached my door I realized I had stuffed my keys in my left front pocket and my hands were too full to get them myself. I turned to him a little embarrassed and explained that my keys were in my pocket. He didn't seem to care though, he just smiled and asked if I wouldn't mind if he got them for me. Of course I nodded yes.

What woman would turn down an attractive man coming dangerously close to her private area? Not me.

My nerves began to light up at the site of his touch on my thigh. I had to take a deep breath and shake my head to control all the dirty thoughts that were about to erupt in my mind.

Once everything was out of my car and into my kitchen he took a moment to introduce himself. I learned his name was Drew, he was 27 years old, and that he moved to Miami to attend the University.

So at least I knew he was smart.

I thanked him for his assistance and he left. For the next couple of days after our first encounter I couldn't stop thinking of the way I felt when he touched me. I was curious as ever and I wanted more. I purposely made it a point to run into him again, I didn't realize it was going to be literally though.

As I was rushing to my front door trying to find the right key so I could quickly get into my place and use the bathroom I collided right into him. I was so embarrassed. I couldn't believe I was so absent minded that I didn't see him coming. He caught hold of me so I didn't fall to the ground. I apologized excessively. I felt so bad.

He said it happens and we continued to go our separate ways. I was trying to get his attention but it seemed to be in all the wrong ways, or so I thought. The day after our run in he stopped by just to chit chat. I was in the middle of cooking dinner so I just invited him to stay and eat with me. We talked about everything under the sun almost, or at least enough stuff to get us through two bottles of wine. He provided stimulating conversation which was a nice change. Most guys don't have a whole lot to say.

As we started to run low on topics for conversation my mind began to conjure up little naughty things that I would have loved for him to be doing to me. I drifted away into my thoughts of his lips kissing me and his beautiful blue eyes looking deep into mine. I guess it was quite obvious that I was no longer involved in our conversation because when I came to I saw him at the other end of the table staring at me quizzically. Feeling very embarrassed at that moment I had no idea what to say.

He got up and headed to the kitchen to put up our dinner dishes. I followed close behind; I didn't feel as though he should be cleaning up. I informed him I'd clean up the mess myself later. He felt as though cleaning up or helping to clean up was the least he could do since I had provided him with a nice meal. I kept trying to insist that I wanted to do it myself as we fought over a plate. We both coincidentally gave in at the same time and the plate went crashing to the floor. Quickly I dropped down to pick up the pieces and asked him to get the broom that was next to the refrigerator.

A little upset that one of my plates had broken because of our quarrel I headed out of the kitchen. But as I walked away he grabbed my wrist and refused to let me go. He closed the space between us and towered over me looking into my confused brown eyes. As he lowered his lips to mine he whispered, "You're so cute when you're upset."

The moment our lips touched I felt my knees buckle. It had felt so much better in person than in my thoughts. He broke away waiting for a sign that it was ok to continue. I just let the desire in my eyes speak for me. He dipped his head low to capture my lips once more, unaware of the fire he was igniting inside.

His lips were pleasant but I wanted more. So sure of myself I parted our lips and lead him over to my sofa. I pushed him down and straddled his hips. The look on his face was priceless as I lifted my shirt up over my head and brought my soft kiss swollen lips to his again. From the warmth of his hands and the coolness of the air in the room I got goose bumps all over and a shiver crept down my spine. Everything felt so surreal, from his kisses on my lips to his breath on my neck and his touch on my skin. It had been some time since I had been sexually intimate with a man I almost forgot how good it could feel.

His hands moved up and down my back while we kissed creating a relaxing rhythm. It was dark in the living room with the exception of the moon light coming through the French doors that lead to the patio. The moon light let me make out the expression on his face as I rocked my hips back and forth. His gorgeous smile affected me in a way I never thought a smile could. I felt his hands drop to my waist and every time I rocked my hips into his he would thrust upwards to meet me. At first I thought I might fall off so I gripped the back of the couch for support, but when I realized he had a firm hold I brought my hands to either side of his head so I could run my fingers through his long hair.

His scent, his lips, his touch, his smile, and everything about him set off an inferno inside me. I felt my temperature rising and my nerves sizzling. My pussy began to tingle and dampen. Considering how long it had been since I had been with a man it took every ounce of strength not to rush through things. When I felt his hard cock straining against his jeans it made my mouth water. I wanted so badly to have a taste of dick. My pussy got wetter as I thought about enjoying his yummy hardness.

Unable to hold back I pushed myself off of him and slid down between his legs. Eager to please and be pleased I wasted no time undoing his belt buckle, unzipping his pants, and freeing his hardness from the confines of his jeans. It was just how I imagined it would be. It looked at me begging to be licked and touched.

I lowered my lips to his cock pressing them ever so slightly against the head. I let out my tongue and licked up and down the entire 8 inches of his shaft in slow long strokes. A clear sweet sticky substance began to ooze from the top of his cock. Its gooey goodness was a pleasant treat for my taste buds. I opened my mouth wide and welcomed all of him in. Since my mouth wasn't very large I struggled some the further down I went. He tasted so yummy. I worked my mouth up and down over and over getting faster and faster and sucking harder and harder creating a nice friction that he enjoyed very much.

He reached out, took hold of my head, and proceeded to fuck my mouth. His forceful thrusts came barreling into my mouth like a torpedo. I welcomed every thrust. The couch didn't provide great leverage so he stood up in front of me and continued to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. A few times I felt like I was going to gag on it, he was thrusting so hard, but he pulled my hair, looked down at me, and told me I wasn't allowed to vomit. It was very intense.

I heard his toes crack as he scrunched them up and a stiff grunt come out of his mouth right before he shot his hot load into the back of my throat. I loved the way he tasted. I sucked him off until there was nothing left. He yanked me up off my knees and onto my feet and whispered in my ear, "I want to make you scream!"

He motioned for me to follow him and we walked out on to the patio. I was instructed to get up on the table after removing my shorts and thong. The table was very cold on my bare skin and it sent a chill through me. He met with my lips for a kiss and I felt the heat returning to my body. His hands slid up and down my thighs fueling the fire inside. I couldn't wait for what was to come next.

Drew pulled over a chair, sat down, and scooted up close in between my legs. My legs parted in anticipation dying to feel his tongue all over my clit. He blew his hot breath on me and I threw my head back. My pussy was aching for contact. A few moments passed and I had noticed he wasn't doing anything so I looked down at him confused. He spoke softly, "I want you to watch me eat you."

I nodded in agreement then he dove right in. He sucked my clit into his mouth and nibbled it a little before letting it go and repeating the move. It felt amazing. I bit down on my lower lip enjoying every moment that he was between my thighs. He inserted two fingers into my soaking wet pussy and I couldn't help but move my hips into him. His tongue licked my clit up and down as he finger fucked my pussy hard. Several times I felt like I was going to cum. My breaths became shorter and my moans got louder. He made me feel so good I didn't even care that I was naked and that anyone walking by could see us. I watched attentively as he devoured me like a Georgia peach tenderly licking up all my juices.

I dug my nails in the table hoping to provide some support as my body convulsed. I could feel an orgasm getting ready to rip through me as he flicked his tongue across my clit over and over again. My lips were parched from panting and my abdomen sore from my body shaking. I threw my head back in ecstasy and let out a scream so loud I'm sure the tenants on the other side of the building could have heard me.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath and he was already up and kissing me. I could taste my sweetness on his lips. I leaned back onto my hands trying to regain myself, and then before I knew it he was ordering me to bend over the table so he could fuck me from behind. I gladly complied and got off the table, turned around, and bent over spreading my legs so he could fit between.

I braced myself for what I thought was to come. I was convinced that he was going to pound into me hard and rough but he actually started off teasing my pussy with the head of his dick rubbing it up and down my slippery slit. I wanted so badly to feel him inside me. I'd had dreams about this moment and now that it was finally about to happen I was more excited than a kid on Christmas morning.

Between gritted teeth I called out, "Fuck me!"

My pussy was throbbing and wanted nothing more than to be fucked hard by his cock. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back on to his cock that filled my entire pussy.. At first his thrusts were slow then eventually sped up increasing in intensity. Harder and harder he pounded into me. That familiar feeling was creeping back but I knew it was too early so I tried to shake it. I could feel him hitting the back of my vagina and my walls stretching to accommodate his width. All the heavy breathing and panting caused me to be twice as parched as before. My moans were so loud and I could barely hear him calling me his dirty whore. It turned me on so much when he said it I moaned for him to say it louder.

He jerked me up by my hair and grunted into my ear that he loved fucking me like a dirty whore and he wanted badly to come inside my pussy. It drove me so crazy. I had sensed he was near climax and I pushed my ass harder into his pelvis. It hit the right spot in me and I felt an orgasm erupt inside me leaving me limp and weak. He kept fucking me till his hot cum spout out into my hot wet pussy.

We took a few moments to catch our breath. I tried walking but it proved harder than I thought so I sat down in one of the chairs on the patio. He looked at me with a big grin on his face before sitting beside me in another chair. It seemed as though the moments following time slowed down. That was the best sex I had ever had.