Yuri Bonivich got up and out of bed feeling pretty good about himself. He had great sex with Karen Wilson the day before. Karen and her husband moved into the apartment across the hall from him. As soon as he saw Karen for the first time he knew he could get her into bed with him. He was right too. It didn't take a whole lot on his part to get her to do so. Smiling at the thoughts of yesterday, he rose up of his bed and headed for the bathroom for a quick pee and a shower.
While in the shower, Yuri grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather up his hairy chest. Then he moved down his pot belly and then his semi hard cock. All the while thinking about Karen Wilson's naked body beneath his as it was the day before. He remembered how good she felt pressed against his own body. How she quivered with delight as she approached her orgasm. He thought about how good her pussy felt wrapped around his hard cock. He also remembered how she kept moaning into his ear about how much she loved the way he was fucking her. How she kept begging for more. And how good it felt to shoot his load into her sopping wet cunt. That's when he realized that he had been stroking himself in the shower and blew a load of cum right down the drain. "What a waste," he thought to himself.
After his shower, Yuri shaved and got dressed. He then walked out of his apartment and across the hall to Karen and Brad Wilson's apartment. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. He knocked again thinking that maybe Karen didn't hear him the first time. Still no answer, so he placed his ear to the door but there was no sound coming from inside. Yuri smiled to himself knowing full well that she was probably feeling guilty about what happened between them. With that in mind he turned around and went back to his place.
Once inside he went to the fridge and grabbed himself a bottle of water, sat down in the living room. Turning on the tv he flipped through the channels looking for something to watch. He settled for a cooking show since there didn't seem to be anything else on. The program seemed to be very boring to him so his mind again wondered back to his neighbor across the hall. Then suddenly there was a knock on his door. Getting up he walked over to the door and opened it to find a beautiful blonde haired woman standing there, wearing a very pretty yellow sundress.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Debbie Landers from down the hall," she added. "I was wondering if I could use your phone to call the phone company and find out why they hooked ours up yet."
"Sure you can," he replied. "Please come in. The phone is right over there," he added.
Yuri held the door open for the young woman who he guessed to be somewhere around the age of twenty three or twenty four years old and very beautiful as well as sexy.
"My name is Yuri Bonivich," he told her. "And my phone is right over there next to the couch."
Debbie walked over to the couch, sat down and began dialing. She spent several minutes on hold before she finally got someone on the line. But to her dismay they told her that they couldn't get anyone to come out to her place until the next day. Hearing that made her feel a little frustrated as she said that since she doesn't have any choice that that will have to do.
After hanging up with the phone company, Debbie sighed and thanked Mr. B. for allowing her to use his phone. She began to get up when Yuri asked her to stay and visit with him for a while saying that he doesn't get very many guest in his home. Debbie didn't want to seem rude so she sat back down on the sofa next to him.
"Would you care for some lemonade," he asked her.
"Yes please, I would love some," she replied.
With that Yuri rose up of the couch and went into the kitchen to get a glass of the beverage. Returning within a couple of minutes he sat down extremely close to his new friend. Which made Debbie feel a little uncomfortable at first but then she figured that it was most likely harmless.
"So tell me," he said. "How long have you lived in the building," he added.
"Oh about two years now," she replied. "We weren't happy with our old phone service so my husband and I decided to change to another company. But unfortunately the old company disconnected our phone before the new one was hooked up."
"Sorry to hear that," he said. "But at the same time I'm glad they didn't hook it up yet so I can get to know more of my neighbors in the building. I really don't get too many visitors here so it's nice to sit and talk to someone for a change."
Then he smiled at her with a gleam in his eyes that made Debbie feel a little uncomfortable again. But again she blew it off thinking that it's was just her over active imagination acting up. She sipped on her glass of lemonade as they continued their talk.
They talked for more than an hour about various things like what her husband Tom does for a living to where she grew up. Yuri had told her in that time that he grew up in a small village in the country of Ukraine, where life was there was still like living in the dark ages. That's why he came to America, so he could lead a more interesting life. Which he did all the way up to his retirement from an insurance firm near where he lives now. But since his retirement his life kind of stood still and since he doesn't drive he didn't get out much. Although he does enjoy getting out for a walk now and again.
More time had past and somehow they got on the subject of sex. Which made Debbie a little weary about being alone with this man. He kept asking some very personal questions that she felt he had no business doing so. Like was she satisfied with her husband sexually? Does he make her feel like a real woman after he was done? Or does he leave her unsatisfied like most men do with their wives?
"I'm sorry, but that's none of your business," she snapped at Mr. B. "What happens between me and my husband is private and not up for discussion."
Debbie was to say the least a little upset and started to get up when Yuri reached up and grabbed her shoulders guiding her back down beside him.
"I'm sorry my dear," he told her. " I didn't mean to make you angry with me. Please forgive me."
Debbie sat back against the back of the couch and looked into Mr. Bonivich's eyes. There was a strange look in his eyes that she thought to be very hypnotic and soothing. All the while he kept his left arm draped across her shoulders behind her neck and the other one was still on the other shoulder. He started to massage her shoulders in a rhythmic pattern that seemed to help her relax more. That's when she noticed that her nipples were getting erect and standing straight forward out from her breasts.
"That's ok, Mr. Bonivich," she said. "I guess maybe I overreacted. I'm sorry," she continued. "I'll try to keep better control of myself."
"That's quite alright my dear," he told her. "Don't' give it another thought."
As he was talking to he kept right on massaging her shoulders and making sure to keep eye contact with this lovely woman. All the while gaining control of her more and more as time past by. Telling her how beautiful she is and that her husband is a lucky man to have her.
Debbie kept looking into his mysterious eyes, feeling her self control fading with each passing moment. She also started to notice that the crotch of her panties was getting very wet. "Why is this man having such an effect on her," she thought to herself. "Why do I feel like I want this man to take charge of me?" All the while her she felt her will power slip away further and further. Thoughts of having sex with this man were dancing around in her head making want him more and more.
Yuri then removed his right hand from her shoulder and placed it on her right thigh. He started to rub his hand up and down softly and seductively, causing Debbie to moan out loud. That's when he knew it was time to make his move on her.
"Why don't you be a good girl and show me your pretty little panties," he said to her.
"I...I...I can't," she replied. "I'm a married woman and that wouldn't be proper," she added.
"I don't care that you're married," he told her. "I don't want to destroy your marriage," he said, "I just want to fuck you."
