Molly was excited about moving into her new apartment and starting a whole new life in the city. Getting away from her parents, starting her new job at a very reputable law firm, taking control of her life. She had found a great place which was a short commute the legal firm's offices, located next to a rather beautiful park with a view of the lush greenery, the rent was relatively cheap and it came fully furnished! She smiled to herself as she carried boxes of her possessions up the stairs to her new place and unloaded them inside.
Wiping the sweat from her brow after dropping off the first box she looked around properly for the first time. Until now she had only seen pictures of the apartment but now that she was inside it and able to explore she could really appreciate just how lucky she was. It was spacious, clean and the furniture was fantastic. Everything fit in to give each room a surprisingly comfortable and homely feel.
The only thing she didn't like was the phone. It seemed completely out of place. It was a tacky bright pink colour that starkly contrast the rest of the decor in the room. It was clunky and outdated, with a curly pink cord and glossy finish that made it look almost unrealistic. More like a prop than a real, working telephone. Molly shrugged and supposed that the landlord had just not been bothered enough to change it. The last tenant must have had a strange sense of style.
She spent her first day in the apartment unpacking boxes and putting things away. Each object leading her to explore her new living arrangements further, helping her grow accustomed to the place slightly more. After several hours work, despite how relaxing the activity seemed at first she found herself feeling weary and drained of energy. Molly flopped onto the couch and exhaled in exhaustion. As she was slowly beginning to sink into the soft cushions, feeling herself become steadily more comfortable and unwilling to move from the position, she was suddenly startled back to life by the unexpected and loud ringing coming from just behind her head. With a startled yelp she jumped up and turned towards the strange pink phone that was still ringing. An annoying, intrusive sound that Molly found impossible to ignore.
Who could be ringing her? She hadn't given anyone her new house number yet. Was it the landlord calling to check how she was settling in? Someone calling for the previous tenant, unaware they had left? She asked herself as she was reaching for the vibrating pink phone. Lifting it to her ear she opened her mouth ready to say something but her breath caught in her throat and she fell silent as she heard the person on the other end of the phone breathing heavily.
Stunned and frightened she listened intently to the noise. The breathing got louder and more urgent in its nature. Steadily it became clearer what the caller was doing as soft moans and gasps began invading Molly's ears from the pink speaker as her indecent exploits were no doubt picking up speed. It was a feminine voice, soft and high pitched with a breathy quality to it. It seemed familiar to Molly in some way but she was unsure why.
Molly dreaded to think what disgusting acts this perverted stranger was performing on herself and what kind of twisted woman would be calling her and masturbating as she did it! Now that she realized what was going on she was getting angry and disturbed. She cleared her throat and breathed in deeply as her heartbeat increased in tempo in response to the sexual nature of what she was hearing.
"Listen, I don't know who this is, but the person who used to live here moved out and I don't want to hear you doing...whatever the hell you're doing! Don't call me again or I'll contact the police." She yelled before slamming the phone down and sighing in frustration.
It was only early evening but Molly felt unusually tired and she had plenty more unpacking to do tomorrow as well as shopping planned and she wanted to do more preparation for starting her new job so she decided that an early night was in order. She yawned and lazily meandered to her new bedroom, slipping out of her clothes and under the soft, quilted sheets. It was so fantastically dreamy and she had no trouble drifting off to sleep.
Her first night in her new apartment was filled with some fairly intense dreams. Over the night her fingers found their way along her body, caressing herself and moaning sleeping as she drifted in between a myriad of rather erotic and saucy dreams of men with their hands all over her body, grabbing her, pulling her towards them. So many men all squeezing and groping and every touch made her body tingle more as her legs twitched and her lips parted to let out horny gasps in her sleep.
Morning came eventually and Molly woke up in a confused and groggy state, her whole body awash with a hot, pleasant feeling and the underwear she slept in slick with sweat from the stuffiness of her thick sheets...mostly sweat. She pulled herself up and tried to ignore the slightly sticky feeling of her fingers as she forgot the steamy escapades of her dreams and got ready for her day.
She managed to finish off her unpacking in the morning and gave herself a pat on the back for her hard work as she felt satisfied that she was now beginning to officially settle in to her new home. Just as she finished the unpacking and was about to relax for a little while she heard a knock on her door. She opened it and jumped back a little as an unfamiliar man, quite tall and unshaven with dark clothes and a small basket of fruit in his arms, stared back at her with a grin.
"Hi, welcome to the building. I'm your neighbor, James. I just wanted to say hello and give you this welcome gift. It's a fruit basket, see." He said in a quiet, harsh voice as he looked into her eyes directly and extended the gift towards her slowly.
To some women he would seem handsome, his features were strong and attractive and he had this grisly tough appeal but to Molly he just seemed creepy. The way he stared at her and his breathing was so loud and grating and they both stood there awkwardly for a second before she nervously took the fruit basket with an uneasy smile and thanked him. He remained standing there as if waiting for something else to happen for a few seconds before she coughed and thanked him once more as she began to push the door closed and he snapped out of it and walked away.
She placed the fruit basket on the table and shivered at how weird and off putting that encounter had been. Taking stock the basket contained several bananas, a couple of apples and some grapes. Somewhat of a cliche gift but she supposed that he had never met her and had no idea what she wanted, this was simply a generic welcoming gift and she quickly forgot about it.
After a short break to watch tv and slowly snack on some of the grapes she had just received she was once again surprised by the insufferable ringing of the pink phone. Until now she had forgotten about yesterday's strange call, despite it being on of the most memorable things to happen to her in a while. However, now that it was once again crying out for her to answer it she wondered if it was the same woman. If she should just ignore it. Unplug the phone.
As she was considering these options she found that her hand had already moved on its own and lifted the phone to her ear, the curly pink cord wrapping gently around her wrist as she did so.
It was the same heavy breathing. Louder and more desperate this time. Molly wanted to hang up right away but for some reason she felt compelled to listen a little longer. Just keep listening to see what happens. She was just curious. Maybe if she listened she would figure out who this was or why she was calling. She kept the phone pressed to her ear and her mouth slightly agape as she listened intently to the soft, needy voice.
As the moans continued she began to hear the voice whispering to her. Inaudible at first but Molly knew she was saying something. It was weird and disgusting listening to some woman rubbing herself off over the phone but Molly held her ear close to the speaker and tried to understand what was being said as her curiosity overtook her.
The whispers, somewhat muffled by moans dripping with lust, grew louder until Molly could understand them. "Pretty...pink...lips...pretty...pink...head...pretty...pink...doll..." Over and over. The voice repeated the same words, chanting to itself. Each time they got slightly louder and the gasps of pleasure became more intense and desperate as Molly could tell the woman was becoming more aroused and approaching orgasm.
