It is a typical Friday night for Roxanne and Danny. The young married couple who have been sweethearts since high school both get home from work, shower, get dressed, and go to dinner. The pair arrives at their favorite restaurant and orders their usual meals. A large salad is soon placed in front of Roxanne and plate of pasta is set in front of Danny. Roxanne tells Danny about her day and then he does the same. The conversation is light. Not much is new in the lives of the young couple. The meal ends and they proceed to the movie theater for a show. They hold hands during the film and discuss their individual likes and dislikes of the movie during the car ride home.
It is late when they arrive home to their small apartment. Each spends some time in the bathroom preparing for bed. A single lamp on a bedside table illuminates the room. Danny's thin body is covered only by a pair of boxer shorts as he lay in bed waiting for Roxanne. She enters the room soon after wearing one of his old t-shirts and white pair of panties. Danny's eyes move up and down Roxanne's 5'9" body as she walks toward the bed. Her slightly curled blonde hair reaches all the way to her mid-back. Her green eyes sparkle in the dim light. Her 32DD breasts threaten to tear through the tiny shirt of his she is wearing. Her exposed thighs, lightly tanned, lead his gaze up to her panty clad pussy where he knows there is a small landing strip of blonde hair acting as a welcome mat for her sweet cunt. He smiles at her, knowing how lucky he is to have her.
Roxanne looks over Danny laying in the bed, waiting for her. His 5'7" body is not only thin, but small. She knows he is destined to be scrawny his entire life. He does almost no physical labor and therefore has no reason or opportunity to grow his muscles. His body is only a few shades darker than a sickly pale. Aside from looking cute from being so pathetic there was nothing overly attractive about him. Her eyes focus in on his crotch. Even his boxer shorts are nothing to write home about, being plain white with an open fly. Roxanne hides a disappointed grimace as she realizes his cock is getting hard and yet can barely push open the buttonless fly of the shorts. She knows he wants sex tonight. Internally, Roxanne resolves to give it to him because it is Friday and that is what they do on Friday.
"Hi, baby," says Danny. "Are you ready?"
Roxanne nods and drops her panties quickly down her legs. Danny lifts his legs and pushes of his boxers. She looks down and sees his semi-hard cock continue to stiffen between his boney legs. It grows to no more than a thin 5 inches. Roxanne wants to make this quick. She pulls the tight shirt over her head revealing her massive and firm tits. Danny shuts his eyes and breathes deeply. She knows the vision of her naked body is almost too much for him. She opens a drawer in the bedside table and pulls out a wrapped condom. Roxanne crawls on the bed and straddles Danny. Putting herself in control, she knows she can make him cum fast. Her hands unwrap the condom, slip between their bodies, and roll the condom onto his little prick. Swiftly, she lowers herself down and lets him enter her tight pussy. She is a little wet. Even though it is not the greatest in the world, to her, it is still sex.
"Ahhh!" exclaims Danny once he is inside her.
Roxanne does not bother to even attempt to bounce up and down on him. She knows it will only lead to him repeatedly and clumsily slipping out of her. Roxanne resolves to just roll her hips in order to get him off. Danny's eyes are screwed shut as her gyrations begin to drive him closer to climax. Roxanne can tell he is fighting off an orgasm. Wanting to hurry things up, she puts both of her hands behind his head and pulls his face up into her soft tits. A few seconds of having his head surrounded by her luscious melons and Danny is cumming. His weak squirts barely fill the tip of the condom. The only indication Roxanne has that Danny has finished is his attempts to catch his breath. She releases his head and lets him fall back onto the pillows.
"That was nice," she lies to him.
Danny has no idea Roxanne has never had an orgasm with him. She lays next to him and turns off the light. They each say their "goodnights" and "I love yous". Danny quickly falls into a satisfied sleep. Roxanne notices she is now slightly horny and decides to take care of herself. Her hand finds her wet pussy and she caresses her lips tenderly. Her fingers move slowly, just fast enough to give her pleasure and not wake Danny. Her other hand squeezes one her large tits, pinching her own nipple. Roxanne slips a finger into her wet box. Her thumb presses against her burning clit. Roxanne's fingers plunge in and out of her pussy faster now. Her climax is imminent. She pinches her nipple harder now, presses her clit, and shoves her fingers deep into herself. Roxanne's thighs clamp together as she rides out her self-induced orgasm. She bites her bottom lip to keep from moaning and alerting Danny to her actions. Roxanne comes down from her orgasm and tries to fall asleep. Her mind is filled with images and recollections of how she came to be with Danny...
Nothing particularly special attracted the gorgeous Roxanne to the lack luster Danny. They were in the same high school together. She was going to fail her computer science course and Danny was the only available tutor. She was between boyfriends at the time and when she passed the course she was incredibly grateful. She agreed to go to prom with him as a way of thanking him. Later on she treated him to a blowjob. What she did not count on was becoming attracted to his nerdy innocence. Soon after graduation, they were married.
Danny and Roxanne are sound asleep in bed when an unexpected noise jars them awake. At first, neither one of them can identify the noise or the source, but as they emerge further out of their sleepy fog they realize what they are hearing.
"OH YES! FUCK ME! OH GOD YES, JOHN!"
The sounds are unmistakably those of a woman having sex. At first, Danny nor Roxanne can determine where the screams are coming from. Suddenly, there is a pounding sound emanating from wall behind their head, as if something large was hitting it from the opposite side in their new neighbor's apartment. The moaning and screams continue, but are joined by another voice.
"Yeah, baby! Take my cock! Take it all in!" a man's voice bellows.
"Give it to me! FUCK ME HARD, JOHN! FUCK ME WITH YOUR GIANT COCK!" the woman screams back.
The pounding on the wall increases in frequency and strength. Danny and Roxanne look at each other with concerned looks on their faces, both wondering if a hole in the wall will soon appear. They hear the woman on the other side of the wall scream out in ecstasy one last time before the pounding on the wall stops. There is silence in their bedroom now. Neither Danny nor Roxanne know what to say or if they should say anything at all. Without warning they both start to giggle and laugh a bit at the awkwardness of the situation. They roll back over to their respective sides of the bed and go back to sleep. Roxanne closes her eyes and begins to imagine what could have caused such reactions from the woman on the other side of the wall. The tingle in her pussy returns, but she suppresses the urge to take care of it and forces herself to sleep.
It is Saturday morning. Roxanne and Danny are clearing the table from breakfast. As is usual with the couple, the conversation is light and not very interesting. Neither of them is prepared to discuss what they heard the night before coming from their neighbor's apartment. It is not long before the husband and wife part ways for the day. Danny is off to spend the day installing a new sound system in his friend's apartment across town and Roxanne is leaving for the gym with no finite plans for the rest of the day. After a quick kiss goodbye Danny is out the door. Roxanne grabs her gym bag and leaves the apartment.
Roxanne walks down the hall toward the elevator and glances briefly at the door of her new neighbor's apartment. Memories of the sexual sounds from the night before fill her mind. She is so distracted she almost walks right into the closed elevator door. She presses the down button and waits for the car to arrive. Before it does, she hears an apartment door open and shut behind her. Roxanne turns to see a woman exiting the new neighbor's apartment. The stranger walks up and joins Roxanne in waiting for the elevator. The car arrives and both women enter without saying a word. On the way down, Roxanne breaks the ice.
"Hi. I'm Roxanne," she says with an extended hand.
"Jill," replies the woman and shakes Roxanne's hand.
"I guess we're neighbors now," says Roxanne. "Welcome to the building."
"I'm sorry?" Jill says quizzically.
"Didn't you just move in next to my apartment?"
"Oh! No. I don't live here. I was just...um...visiting."
Roxanne's eyes scan the obviously flustered Jill. It is now clear the woman had only spent the night. Her dress is a black cocktail dress with matching black heels. The dress itself appears to have just been thrown on this morning without much care for how it set on Jill's body. Jill's body itself also catches Roxanne's eye. Her hair, a frazzled mess that looks as though it had once been matted down with heavy amounts of moisture, is brown. Her skin is white and glowing. Her breasts are a very nice feature. Slightly smaller than her own, Roxanne estimates them to be about 34D.
The two women exit the elevator at the lobby and part ways without saying another word. Roxanne arrives at the gym twenty minutes later and immediately hops on the treadmill. Her workout clothes are nothing out of the ordinary. A pair of running shorts clings nicely to her smooth thighs and well sculpted ass. Her top is a white t-shirt and underneath it her breasts are encased in a snug sports bra. She hates wearing the sports bra because it is too small, but it is the only way to prevent other members of the gym from being distracted by her jostling behemoths. The running on the treadmill serves as an opportunity for her to think. Inevitably her thoughts betray her and she begins to compare her sexual experiences with Danny to what she can only imagine Jill experienced the night before.
"Hi there," a voice says and pulls Roxanne out of her reverie.
Roxanne looks to her left and sees a man standing next to her. He is large. Standing what she assumes has to be 6'3" tall, the man is incredibly muscular. He is clearly no stranger to the gym and yet he is not grotesquely ripped. Her eyes drink in his lean, cut, strong looking form before she acknowledges him with a response.
"Hi. Can I help you?" she asks.
"Maybe. I think I know you."
Roxanne steps off the treadmill and stands face-to-face with the man she is sure she does not know. She rolls her eyes at his attempt to break the ice. Her right hand holds her left hand and fiddles with her wedding ring. She hopes this gesture will encourage him to move.
"I don't think we know each other," she tells him. "I think I would remember you." Her eyes move up and down his chiseled body once again. Roxanne can feel the faint sensation of moisture forming in her pussy.
"Well we haven't formally met, yet," he tells her. "I just moved into your building and I am pretty sure you are my neighbor. I'm John." He extends his hand for her to shake.
Roxanne is unable to move. Memories of what she heard the night before come rushing back at her. Next, she thinks of Jill and how worn out but incredibly satisfied she looked. Roxanne's eyes quickly flash downward to steal a gaze at John's crotch. Though it is covered by a pair of shorts, she can clearly see the outline of what looks to be his very large cock. She looks back up at his face. She takes his hand and notices how firm and strong his grip is. Before she can speak, she swallows the saliva that has built up in her watering mouth.
"I'm...uh...Roxanne."
"You sound unsure about that," he says with a laugh.
"No, I was just trying to think if I've seen you around the building."
"Probably not. I just moved in and I only caught a glimpse of you getting in the elevator this morning."
Roxanne savors the strength of John's grip just a bit longer before letting go and speaking again.
"So...are you joining this gym?" she asks him.
"No. Actually, I work here now. I am a personal trainer."
Speaking without thinking, Roxanne makes a suggestion, "Oh, well maybe I can be one of your first clients."
John's eyes move up and down her body, "I don't think you need any advice on working out. You look just fine to me."
Roxanne's eyes widen at the possible double meaning in his compliment. Her tingling pussy becomes more insistent. Unconsciously she presses her thighs together in an effort to stifle her urges.
"Well, I was just thinking that maybe you could give me some pointers. There is always room for improvement. And with you living so close, maybe you can come by and teach me some workout routines I can do at home."
"That does sound like a fun idea," John agrees.
"Then it's settled. Tell you what, I am done here for now. Why don't you come by my apartment a little later today for lunch? Maybe evaluate my eating habits or something?"
