*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 forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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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-A 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.
Harvey Milton lie on his couch in Apartment 308A. The smells of his chicken curry lingered in the air so he'd opened the window to let some of the pungent aroma escape. The day was a mild one and an enjoyable breeze fluttered the curtains. Harvey decided to open the bedroom windows as well, really air the place out.
"So long, Harvey," Heidi had mocked.
Harvey hated his name; he was named after his father's favorite uncle and his mother's father. Both Harvey Oscar Adams and Milton Francis Jensen had been good men; Harvey should be proud of his heritage. But he hated Harvey, he hated Milton. 'Harv' sounded stupid but 'Milt' didn't sound quite as nerdy as Milton. So, he asked his friends to call him Milt.
"So long, Harvey," Heidi Adams had laughed, getting into Douglas Jensen's truck.
The betrayal had been bad enough. But to betray him with Douglas Milton Jensen, his older cousin, the cousin that had bullied Harvey mercilessly for all of his life really hurt.
Harvey smiled; Doug found out, once a cheater, always a cheater. Of course, Heidi found that the same was true of Doug. He had a cute little truck stop waitress he was fucking whenever Heidi's back was turned.
But from that day on, Milt ceased to exist. Harvey decided to just be Harvey M. Adams. After all, what's in a name? He also took up lifting weights and jogging. He took up cooking healthier foods, took up reading, rather than flopping down and staring mindlessly at mindless television programs. Whoever won the World Series would not lower the price of gasoline. Whoever won this week's college football game, or NFL game would not raise or lower his rent.
He must have fallen asleep; it was late afternoon when he came to. He could not remember the last few pages he'd read on his Kindle device so scrolled back a few pages and saved it.
Getting up from his comfortable couch, Harvey moved to lower the window in the living room. He froze; right across the concrete pad that separated Apartment Build A from Apartment Building B was Apartment 301B. His living room window looked directly into the living room of his Apartment 301B neighbor.
The neighbor in Apartment 301B was a young African-American woman. Her skin was the color of café au lait; coffee with a very generous amount of cream added. Her hair was in a medium sized afro style; it was a very cute look for her pretty face. Her eyes were large pools of caramel brown, her nose was a slim one, and her small mouth had cute pouting lips.
Harvey was not looking at her cute hairstyle or her pretty face, though. The girl was nude as she walked about in her apartment. Her windows were open and her blinds were up, giving Harvey an excellent view of the dimly lighted living room. Harvey could see a few candles flickering in the dark room, which cast alluring shadows over her firm young body.
From this distance, Harvey could just make out the girl's firm round breasts; he could not judge what her bra size might be, but her breasts looked quite large. As he watched, she turned and Harvey saw a glint of something metal. When she turned again, Harvey saw that her dark brown nipples were pierced. Her navel likewise had a piercing, a simple hoop.
Harvey groaned, when the young woman turned her body in the opposite direction, Harvey saw that her prominent pubic mound was hairless. Harvey had begged and begged Heidi to shave her unruly thatch of brown pubic hair for him. Heidi kept bargaining and promising, but never did shave for him.
"Oh good Lord," Harvey groaned, seeing his neighbor's beautiful, high, firm buttocks when she turned and walked away from the window.
Harvey crouched down but could not see his beautiful neighbor in the living room/dining room of her apartment. He hurried to his bedroom and saw the girl enter her own bedroom. When she bent to retrieve her cell phone from her bedside table, Harvey could make out the two hoops that threaded through her fat nipples. The girl looked disgusted as she glanced at her cell phone and tossed the phone on her bed. Harvey found himself rubbing his erection through his jeans as he looked at the girl's sexy brown body. He groaned in appreciation when she sturned to leave the bedroom; his neighbor had a truly spectacular backside.
"Would love to..." Harvey moaned, thinking of cupping, squeezing, even biting those sweet hillocks of flesh. Hervey's cock gave a jerk as Harvey imagined spreading the neighbor's luscious buttocks, exposing her tightly crinkled brown rosebud.
Heidi had not had much of a backside. Even her tightest blue jeans did not emphasize Heidi's rear to any great advantage. Harvey had kept his mouth shut about her lack of ass attributes. But Harvey Milton Adams was an ass man.
The neighbor did not return to her bedroom, so Harvey returned to the living room. He could see her feet propped up on her couch, could see her calves, but from just below her knees upward was blocked from view.
"Oooh!" Harvey let out a low moan; her feet were at least three feet apart.
And her left foot was giggling slightly. Harvey wondered if she was using her fingers on herself, or did she perhaps have a toy?
When Harvey saw her cute feet clench and curl, then heard a light squeal, Harvey flooded his boxer briefs with a substantial load of semen. He was startled; he had not realized he had been rubbing himself.
A moment later, his neighbor got to her feet. Harvey felt his cock give another twitch; the girl was sucking on her fingers. Apparently, she'd used her fingers on herself.
"Sugar, I'll let you use mine," Harvey mumbled as the girl left the living room again.
She did not show up in her bedroom. Harvey walked/ran from living room window to bedroom window but did not see the girl again. He realized, she was most likely in her bathroom.
Harvey heated up some leftover stuffed pork chops. He dressed up the pork chops with a pineapple puree. The acidic sweet taste of the puree went well with the pork chops and the oven roasted vegetable medley he'd prepared.
After dinner, Harvey alternated between reading, and keeping an eye on his neighbor's window. Just after seven o'clock that evening, the lights in her apartment flickered and Harvey chuckled when he heard a few squeals and a few cheers.
That night, as he prepared for bed, Harvey saw movement across the way. Bending and peering, Harvey groaned, seeing his neighbor clad in a towel. He groaned again as she dropped the towel and grabbed a large bottle of lotion. Harvey rubbed himself as he watched the girl work the lotion into her skin. He moaned, watching her work the lotion into her round, firm breasts. Harvey again filled his boxer briefs with semen when she spent a good amount of time moisturizing her bald mound.
Even though her electricity had come back on, the girl did not bother closing the windows. She did not bother lowering her blinds. When Harvey saw her fling the comforter of her bed aside, he decided he too should go to bed, should call it a night. But lying in his bed, Harvey kept playing and replaying in his mind the sight of his neighbor's light brown body, especially the sight of her applying lotion to her beautiful flesh. He gripped his cock and stroked himself, imagining taking the bottle of lotion from her hand and applying the lotion to her body.
The next day was another mild day. Harvey went for a five mile run and returned to his apartment, hot and sweaty. He decided to take a page from his neighbor's book and, after his shower, Harvey strutted around his apartment, nude. Shortly before lunch, movement from across the way caught his attention and Harvey watched a sleepy woman making herself breakfast. Her windows were still open, her blinds still up. The main difference was, her lights were on; Harvey was able to see her nude form much more easily as she staggered around her apartment. Harvey groaned in real admiration as she bent to slide a baking sheet of cinnamon rolls into her oven.
It was obvious to Harvey that his neighbor thoroughly enjoyed the hot, gooey treat. After taking much time to slather a generous amount of the frosting to each roll, a maneuver that caused her firm young breasts to wobble and bobble and sway back and forth, she poured herself a big mug of coffee with much cream and sugar, then sat to eat each roll. Harvey's cock jerked and throbbed as he watched his neighbor enjoy her meal.
She watched television. Harvey couldn't see her; apparently she reclined on her couch, but Harvey could hear the inane prattling of her program.
Just before darkness fell on the peaceful Sunday, Harvey's neighbor thought to close her windows. Harvey had the sudden insight to take a few photographs with his cell phone as she stretched to push her window down.
"Good night," Harvey said as she lowered the blinds of her living room window.
The next morning, Harvey walked to his dependable, boring automobile and went to his job with the United States Postal Service. It was not a glamorous job, but he had real job security and the benefits package was phenomenal. In a few more years, Harvey was eligible to retire at fifty percent of his salary at the time of his retirement. And the percentage went up each year after that. Harvey would still be a relatively young man when he could retire at full salary. Then, he could either relax, take it easy, or, he could get another job and have two salaries.
After a boring Monday, Harvey returned to the apartment complez. His heart caught in his throat as he saw his sexy neighbor walking to her own car, a very sporty looking Dodge Charger.
"Hi!" Harvey said brightly.
