Again, I would like to thank MidnightFalcon for his large contribution in helping me write this story.
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The Stratford Arms is a complex of apartments that is located near my college, the Chapel Hill Academy for women, and the city. The apartments are rather spacious, three bedrooms, a dinette, a large living room a large vanity area and shower, and an alcove with a small fridge and bar. Each pair of adjoining units has a shared balcony. Mine adjoins Brads; he's a med student at the college in the city and is doing his intern-ship at the local hospital.
One of the few males here, he always has a gaggle of girls from the Academy gathered around almost throwing themselves at him and pleading for him to attend their little parties which were in fact debauches. Though most of the girls chill out around the pool at night, he only goes down there on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays. I like to sunbathe, so I generally go down during breaks between classes or when I have nothing scheduled that day. We know his schedule for working out in the gym so there's always a crowd around on Sunday afternoons around two.
It was just one of those afternoons when I had free time that I was just closing the door to my apartment headed for the pool. The delivery guy was about to knock on Brad's unit with a package when I intercepted him and signed for the small box. I figured it was a good way to have a moment with him. He probably would be coming home around seven and I intended to show up in my canary yellow thong bikini pretending to have just come from the pool.
I spent my usual hour getting some sun then went up to play with my computer. I showered and washed the sun cream off. I passed the full length mirror and paused to admire my body.........Ummm, not bad I though to myself. I turned and did a little pirouette before sitting on the bed intending to put my shorts on.
Noticing that my pussy could use a shave I went back for my razor and cream. Again I sat on the bed in front of my mirror and smoothed the shaving cream on my pussy. It's mentholated and before I had finished, I was quite aroused. Oh hell, I thought, I'm horny, so why not. I got my dildo and vibrator from the bed stand and returned to sit before the mirror.
Wetting my dildo in my mouth, I inserted it in my pussy and began to get that tingly sensation. I intended to use the vibrator when I really got worked up. Sort of the grand finally, so to speak. When I masturbate during the day, I have to admit, I love to do it in front of a mirror and talk to myself as if I'm being fucked by my neighbour, Brad.
It's one of my favourite fantasies I guess, but boy do I get off imagining him fucking me. Anyway I continued to pump the thing in and out and I was really getting juicy. The faster I pumped it the more came out and soon the dong was coated with a milky cream that forms a sort of white ring near the base.
I could feel myself begin to tremble, and I thought: time for the big finish as I turned on the vibrator. Touching it to my clit I let out a long sigh......... "Ooooh Brad, that feels so fucking good. Oh my god you are good," I breathlessly chanted, "more, yeah just like that baby, just like that."
Lying back panting, I thought, "God that was intense, I wonder what he would see if he was watching me fuck myself while sobbing his name." On a whim I moved to the computer and turned on the web-cam. I could see myself and I wondered.....What if? So I started all over again, but this time, not in front of the mirror, but in front of my computer. The naughtiness of the whole idea was even more exciting than I could ever imagine. The more I watched, the better it got and soon my right hand was a blur as I stroked the dildo in and out watching my juices form a milky collar at the base. This time I didn't even need the vibrator. I came hard and I screamed out his name........ "Braddddd, I'm cumming for you baby."
I lay back exhausted and slowly recovered. Then I returned to the computer to see what I actually looked like when I orgasmed......... I'm not a narcissist but I looked really sexy and it actually excited me to watch myself doing it. Then I went into the shower again and put on a pair of tight white shorts and a pullover.
Turning again to the computer I watched myself walking around the room.....I had left the web-cam on.
That evening I put on my yellow bikini, the one which I wouldn't dare wear at the pool. The girls would have thought me slutty because it didn't hide a damn thing. Thong bottom and the barest of a bra top that actually let my nipples peek over the top. I heard him fumbling for the keys to the door to his apartment just as I caught up with him.
I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Adele, your neighbour and.....well this package came for you and I signed for it. Here."
I waited for a response..... He was looking at me and sort of peeking below the package I was holding out. I think I heard an intake of breath before he answered.
"Thanks, Er... Adele, that's sweet. Come on in and have a drink if you'd care to."
Wild horses couldn't have stopped me. He seemed sort of shy and really didn't make a very good drink but at that moment I didn't care how it tasted. I was with my Brad and I was starting to get wet again. Now a canary yellow thong really shouldn't be worn when you get horny. Especially if you're a weeper like I am. I mean I get really wet when I get excited. I tried to distract him so he wouldn't see the growing wet streak appearing at my crotch.
"Nice computer," I commented. "It has a web-cam too. Ever use it?"
Sometimes, he answered, when I'm conferencing with my family. While I sat watching him opened the package and looked in. At first he seemed shocked, and then a look of anger crossed his face. After that he didn't say much and seemed anxious to excuse himself so I left.
I had this compulsion to see what he would do after I left and was curious about the package he had received. I went out on the balcony and moved down to his window. Peeking in the end of the blinds I had a fairly good view of his bedroom. I was becoming a voyeur. Again he went to the box and I saw him lift out one of those male masturbating machines, I think it's called a fleshlight or something similar.
I couldn't imagine why he would need something like that but I later found out that Shelly, one of the girls I had met in the gym, had sent it as an insult because he had given her the cold shoulder and turned her down when she offered him sex.
I learned a lot over the next week and a half. He showered every night around midnight. He ate liverwurst sandwiches and drank milk, while studying, and best of all. He slept in the buff. Not a stitch of clothing on and he had a perpetual semi erect cock that was shorn of its foreskin. He was beautiful in every way.
Then on Thursday, around one am he came out of his shower and walked into the room. I had emailed him a video I had made of myself masturbating but insured that my face wasn't in it. He went to the computer and downloaded my attachment. I was hunched down on the balcony waiting to see his reaction, as I was sort of touching myself.
I couldn't see below his desk but I could watch his expression. I loved the rapt look on his face and I began toying with my swollen clit. When he stood up I let out a gasp and plunged my fingers in my sopping cunt twisted my fingers anxiously, and actually had an orgasm that left me breathless.
There he stood, playing the scene of me on the computer again, and turning slightly, I could see the most massive hard-on I had ever dreamed possible. I was shaking as I waited. I wanted to see if he was excited enough to jerk off. He was.
He went from the screen only to return moments later. I watched him place a hanky or something over the keyboard and standing he began to jerk off. Knowing that he was staring at me, made it even more exciting, and when he came, it seemed as if the hot jets of cum was spurting directly at my image on the display......... I couldn't let it end there so I went back to my apartment and began to plan.
The next day I again met him in the hallway and suggested that we might go out some time if he ever wanted company..... He stared at me for a moment. Then his mouth dropped open. "You're the girl. The one who sent me the Email, your not the phantom lady, you're the real Adele.
I had forgotten the return address on my anonymous Email would be included along with my first name.
Dinner was fantastic and we danced for more than an hour and I was getting so hot and horny I kept thinking of ways to move on him. I thought, "Oh god Brad don't you see how horny you make me? Don't you feel how much I want your cock in my hot pussy? Can't you read my mind?"
And then he got a call that he was needed back at the hospital. He took me home and when we arrived he found the notice on his door knob. It was an announcement about the party that happens twice a month on Friday nights.
They are sort of sex swapping things but I had always begged off because without an escort, you're open prey and I would have no choice, and have to fuck anyone who asked. I looked at Brad and asked: Would he go with me? Would he like to be my partner?