This is a continuation of a story I submitted two-and-a-half years ago, and just now got back to. Sorry for the long wait!
All day at work Friday, I couldn't keep my mind off that morning's events. Had my gorgeous new neighbor really stripped nude and masturbated with me? It seemed like a dream. I wondered what the future held for her and me. Maybe I'd end up as her partner; I fantasized about watching her prance around my apartment every day her skimpy underthings, kissing her, then stripping her naked and having sex with the tight, tanned body that I'd watched orgasm nude on the rooftop that morning. When I returned to my loft apartment after work that evening, I discovered what was a dream, and what was real.
I arrived home and stood in the lobby of the old converted warehouse waiting for the elevator. When it didn't arrive after a couple of minutes, I gave up and headed to the stairwell. After trudging up the four flights of stairs, I opened the door to the fourth-floor hallway to discover the reason the elevator hadn't arrived. A shirtless guy in cargo shorts and hiking boots, probably in his late twenties, was wrestling a dining table off the propped-open elevator, which was stacked with boxes.
"Do you need a hand?" I asked.
"That'd be great," he replied.
I grabbed one side of the table and examined the new fellow while I helped him carry it down the hall. He was thin, but had cord-like muscles. His arms and upper chest displayed an incongruous collection of tattoos. A big-titted, topless pin-up girl in a miniskirt and high heels took up most of his his left bicep, while a Japanese katana sword across his chest stood out from an intricate background that covered his pecs and shoulders with a densely-packed weave of tribal patterns, barbed wire and swirling abstract designs.
The open door across the hall from mine confirmed what I'd guessed: this guy was moving Janie's stuff into her apartment. Was he her husband, or partner, or just a casual acquaintance helping out a friend? Who was I kidding, no man in his right mind would be "just friends" with Janie. She was way too hot for that, and from my experience this morning she didn't seem the type to keep someone she was fond of in the "friend zone." It was probably too much to expect a hot catch like Janie to be unattached.
My fears were quickly justified. He said, "I'm Cameron, by the way—Cam. You must be our new neighbor." He said our new neighbor. Yep, Janie was living with this guy. Damn.
Just as I was starting to let my newfound knowledge of Janie's relationship status depress me, Cam and I arrived at the open door across from mine. As we stopped to ponder how to get the table through the doorway, I caught a glimpse of Janie inside. She was facing away from me, wearing a white athletic bra-top and a ridiculously tight pair of cutoffs, so short that the bottom crescents of her ass cheeks were on display. My mood lightened immediately. There were still some fringe benefits for me to enjoy.
"On it's side...this way?" I asked, gesturing about how to orient the table to get it through the opening. Cam nodded and we began slowly moving it into the apartment.
When Janie heard us, she turned toward the door. I realized that her cutoffs were tight enough to stay up without the benefit of being zipped or buttoned. She had left the front of them totally open, revealing a plunging V of tanned, bare skin that almost reached her pussy. If she had anything on underneath, it was the smallest pair of panties conceivable. From what I had learned about her so far, commando was far more likely.
"Oh, Cam," Janie said when she saw me, "this is Kyle, the guy I told you about, the one whose apartment leads to the roof. The one I was sunbathing with this morning."
"Sunbathing, yeah." he said, looking directly at me. Oh crap, I thought. This guy could take my head off. I froze, expressionless, unsure of what to do or what would happen next. "Over this way," he then said, nodding where to put the table we were holding. I had no clue exactly how much he knew about our morning jack-and-jill-off episode, but whatever knowledge he possessed didn't seem to faze him at all.
"Oh, yeah, sure," I replied, and we began moving the table again.
"Jane's frame is one sweet little package, iddnit?"
"Sweet? Oh...yeah," I agreed, trying to sound nonchalant. Then I blurted out, "She's practically a goddess," echoing my first assessment of her that morning. I said it out loud without really knowing why.
"I don't know about that," Cam shrugged as we set the table down on the kitchen linoleum. "She doesn't have the proportions of a classical Greek goddess." he then raised is voice, making sure Janie could hear him in the living room. "Short and busty, just the way I like 'em!"
"You're just trying to get into my pants!" she hollered back playfully.
"You're usually already in there—when I can get you to actually wear pants!" he shouted back. Cam looked at me. "Janie can't keep her fingers out of her slit. But I guess you already knew that." He seemed to be aware that she'd gotten herself off while I watched. I wondered if he knew that I'd jacked off while staring at his girlfriend's naked body.
Just then Janie came around the corner into the kitchen. As she entered, she slid her hand down the open front of her shorts. "You don't seem to have a problem with that. Neither one of you do." Her fingers disappeared inside the open zipper of her cutoffs as she began manipulating her pussy.
Cam looked at me and chuckled. "She's such a little horndog. I just love her."
"I love you too, baby," Janie cooed. Cam reached out and pulled Janie to him. He slid his hand into her shorts on top of hers and they began to kiss deeply.
"Ah, well..." I said uncomfortably, trying not to stare. "Now's probably a good time for me to get those other boxes out of the elevator." Neither of them responded. "I am sure the other residents would like to have use of it."
"That's a good idea," Cam said in between kisses. "Thanks." They continued necking and fondling her pussy. I walked out into the hallway.
It took me almost ten minutes to move the rest of their belongings out of the elevator and into the hallway. I should have been asking why the hell I was out here moving their stuff while they were in there making out; it was their stuff, after all. But I was too aroused and titillated to think that way. It's funny how quickly my initial disappointment turned back to eager assistance with one fresh eyeful of Janie's sexy body.
