"What the fuck Ray?" JT exclaimed as he hammered on his next door neighbour's apartment door. He was pissed.
Slowly the door slid open and a visibly apprehensive Ray poked his head out.
"Oh, hey JT," he offered nervously. "What's the problem?"
JT knew his neighbour was more than likely scared of him. He figured Ray was about eight or nine years older than him, maybe around 40 or so, and in nowhere near as good a shape.
"You know exactly what the problem is, you dumb-shit." An increasingly angry JT shot back. "You fucking called security on me last night for being loud."
"I ugh..." Ray hesitated again, "I didn't call..."
"Like fuck you didn't! Be a man asshole." JT interrupted, his neighbour's tentative nature only serving to piss him off even more. "Look, just come over and tell me to be quiet, don't go tattle-tale on me like a fucking six-year-old."
"Well... I... um..."
"Shit, you can't even admit it like a fucking man." JT shook his head in disbelief and disgust. "How about next time that slut of a girlfriend of yours is wailing her head off I call security and complain? How'd that be, dip-shit?"
Ray's eyes suddenly widened, and for an instant JT actually thought that maybe his pain-in-the-ass neighbour might actually stand up to him, but quickly his head turned and he shot a look behind him, back into his apartment.
She was leaning against the wall, trying to stay inconspicuous, but JT saw her there. He immediately felt a little guilty that she had heard him refer to her as a slut, even if the part about her howling during sex was true. Even though the couple had lived beside him for several months now, he had never really gotten a good look at her. Needing to satisfy his curiosity, he leaned over a bit to quickly gave her the once over.
The young woman was very petite, but even in the shadows of the hallway he could still make out the shape of her body. Wearing a comfy pair of grey wide-leg lounge pants and a tight, charcoal coloured, long-sleeved, ribbed Henley top, he could easily see that beneath the cozy clothing lay a lithe and curvy figure. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, and to him it looked as though she had significantly larger than average breasts for an Asian girl. Dark hair fell past her shoulders, and appeared to have some wave, as well as some lighter brown colouring to it. Her almond shaped eyes seemed almost black and were at the same time both haunting and intoxicating. Not really wanting to get caught staring, he casually turned his gaze away before her eyes were able to lock on to his.
Snapping back to the reason for his visit, JT returned his stare to his neighbour and squinted a bit -- for effect, before shaking his head once again and walking away. He could swear he heard a sigh of relief from Ray as the door eased shut behind him.
It was three days after the confrontation with his neighbour, and JT was coming in from the pub after having a few beers with his buddies. Fumbling with his keys in front of his door, he groaned loudly as his keychain dropped to the floor -- a victim of his slight alcohol haze. As he bent down to retrieve his keys he heard his neighbour's door open. Not in the mood to see Ray, he let out another grumble as he stood up.
"Hi."
The soft voice surprised him and he quickly turned to look at its owner.
Her dark mane looked a bit tousled and damp, like she had just gotten out of the shower and had been towel drying her hair. Tangled s-waves fell down past her shoulders and onto a short, light blue polyester robe that looked cozy and comfy, more for lounging than foreplay, but still sexy nonetheless. It came to just above her knees and she had it tied at the waist, fairly snug, but not tight enough to completely cover up the low-cut, black lace push-up bra she wore underneath it. Her sexy cleavage peaked out suggestively, drawing his eyes almost immediately.
"Oh, hi there," He finally replied. "Hope I wasn't being too loud or anything."
"No." She said shyly. "And Ray's not here, he's on night shift."
"Oh," he nodded, feeling like a bit of an ass. "I, um..."
"Sorry about the other day," she interrupted.
"No," he quickly countered. "I should apologize. Sorry for... umm... saying... you know..."
"Okay," she giggled softly. "We're both sorry."
"Okay," he replied with a smile, finally realizing how pretty her face was -- since he had not gotten past her chest previously. "I don't think we've ever actually been introduced," he continued, stepping towards her and extending his hand. "I'm JT."
"Kat." She replied, taking his hand in hers and smiling back at him. "So JT, wanna come in for a night-cap and bury the hatchet?"
JT could hardly contain his smile, or the growing bulge in his pants and the dirty thoughts racing through his mind. He was not even sure if he said yes or just followed her into the apartment.
The pair immediately made their way to the couch, and as she sat down beside him, the front of Kat's robe fell open a bit. Not much, but enough that when she leaned forward slightly her ample bosom was on full display to her guest. She watched his eyes lock in on the open part of the robe as he took in the view of her impressive cleavage.
She had no idea what she was doing, nor if she wanted something to happen, but she did know that she had always been attracted to strong, dominant men -- and after seeing the way JT bullied Ray, she had not been able to get him out of her thoughts. His chiselled features, his messy brown hair, his muscular frame -- they all had been floating around her head for the last three days.
"How about that night-cap?" She asked nervously, slowly rising from the couch.
Kat did not make it very far, as her guest's arm quickly shot out and took hold of the belt that held her robe in place. With a slight tug it loosened, opening the robe wider and putting her body further on display. She felt her cheeks flush and she turned her head away from him.
"How about something else?" He replied as he slowly stood up in front of her.
Still avoiding looking at him, she kept her head turned as she felt his strong hands move up to her face. He gently placed them on her cheeks and slowly turned her back to face him.
"Please..." she whispered, her lower lip quivering, but her mind not knowing what the next word should be.
JT's hands slid from her face and fell down her neck. With one fluid move he slipped the robe from her shoulders, sending it slithering off of her frame and onto the floor - leaving her standing before him in her black lace push-up bra and matching bikini panties.
Stepping back, he grinned widely as he looked her diminutive frame up and down. She was toned and curvy in all the right places, with round, firm, clearly fake tits - too large for a woman her size, but spectacular to look at nonetheless.
Kat squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she stood before him half naked. With emotions running amuck inside her -- from embarrassment to lust to fear -- she could not even will herself to move.
"Please..." she breathed again, again not knowing what exactly she was pleading for.
He moved closer to her and once more placed his hands on the sides of her face.
"You don't have to beg baby." He told her. "I know what you want."
She gasped slightly and she felt her stomach quiver before he pulled her in for a kiss. When their lips connected and his tongue drove into her mouth she felt helpless to resist. He held her face against his firmly as their lips merged and their bodies slowly pressed into each other.
JT finally broke the kiss and moved away from her slightly. His hands still on her cheeks, he tilted her head up slightly, forcing her eyes to meet his.
"Tell me what you want." He challenged, their lips mere inches apart.
"I... I..." she stumbled, still at a loss for words and unable to either protest or submit.
"I think I know what you want." He interrupted with a sly smile as his hands left her face and made their way downward.
She stood silently as she watched him unbuckle his belt and begin to unzip his pants. Even when his hands returned to her shoulder and she felt him force her onto her knees, she still could not utter a word. Kneeling before him she watched as he grabbed the top of his pants and pulled them down to his knees, leaving only his cotton boxers between his growing manhood and her face.
"Pull it out slut." He directed.
Kat's hand moved to the bulge concealed in his underwear and softly rubbed the outline of his hard cock before slipping her fingers beneath the waist band and tugging his boxers down. Her eyes widened and a small gasp escaped her lips as she pulled out his impressive tool that looked to be at least seven inches long. Running her palm over the head and down the length of his member, she felt herself slipping into an almost trance like state of sexual ecstasy. Slowly, she leaned forward and her tongue darted from her mouth, licking the tip of his rod. Before he could even get the groan of pleasure out, she gripped his stiff shaft in one hand, closed her eyes and pushed her lips over the engorged head.
He moaned loudly as she sucked hard on the tip for a few seconds before releasing her tight grasp as her tongue swirled around his pulsing cockhead. Moans turned to low grunts as he eased his Johnson further into her throat. Her mouth worked up and down, taking it deeper with each bob. Fighting off her gag reflex, she buried her nose in his pubes and stretched the tip of her tongue forward to tickle his big, swelling balls.
JT knew that he would not last long with her deep-throat skills, so he reached down, grabbed a handful of tangled hair and pulled her away from his throbbing unit. She looked up at him slowly, and still did not say a single word.
"You are one helluva cocksucker." He complimented as he returned her gaze. "What else can a slut like you do well?"
