The apartment above us had been vacant for some time. My fiancé, Andrew, and I had moved in 6 months ago. Since then rental prices had gone up so much that it had kept away any new renters. This suited us both since Andrew and I were somewhat introverted and preferred our own privacy anyway.
As we returned home one evening we noticed a new car out front, a bright red sports car. The front door to the apartment building was ajar. Entering the main hallway we saw a laundry basket full of bright, colorful clothes, mainly underwear, bras, and t-shirts.
A large aggressive dog ran out down the stairs making us both jump back.
"Oh, don't mind him. He won't hurt you" came a voice from above. Blocked by the balcony, all we could see was a pair of new white sneakers and long slender athletic legs coming down the stairs. Followed by a short jean skirt and a red t-shirt with a logo on. Her long blonde hair bounced up and down as she came to a stop a couple of steps above us. She was gorgeous.
"You must be my neighbors" she remarked looking me over unabashedly.
Andrew and I, both aghast, found ourselves unable to look away from her. I knew why Andrew was ogling her. I couldn't blame him. She was stunning. Model quality. Her breasts were perfect. Not too big, maybe even on the smaller side, just pert and perfectly formed. But I was staring at the logo on her t-shirt, which read "Eat me".
I held out my hand, "I'm Heather. Do you need any help?" I asked politely.
She pointed down at the laundry basket with all the underwear. "Uh, sure, why don't you grab that basket. I'm Jennifer by the way" she said, as she bent over to pick up another box, giving us a brief glimpse of her pick gingham panties, then sauntered back up the stairs knowing full well that both of us had seen something we weren't meant to. We had both gotten a perfect view of what she had to offer underneath her skirt. I hadn't ever seen an ass like that before. It felt strange at seeing so much so quickly. My nipples responded by hardening slightly. I also felt a wetness come into my pussy as I squeezed my legs tightly together. Andrew turned to me and grimaced as he could see my nipples sticking out.
"Andy, are you going to take up her basket?" Wishing immediately I hadn't asked him. We both looked down at the basket.
Andrew quickly picked it up and followed her, getting a perfect view of her as she slowly made her way up to her apartment.
Later that evening, after we had watched our usual show, Andrew started to fall asleep next to me on the sofa. Moments later loud noises started coming from upstairs. Sounds of hitting, pounding, and then the loud music came on. Maybe our new neighbor didn't know how noisy she was. I let it go for a while, waiting for it to stop or quieten down.
I got myself a drink from the kitchen and went back to the sofa. The pounding continued. I nudged Andrew but he wouldn't wake up. I closed my eyes and thought about trying to sleep but the music and noise kept me up.
It was nearly midnight and I was starting to get annoyed. How could she do this on her first night? Is she doing this on purpose?
Her cockiness earlier had already put me on edge. I decided to go upstairs and ask her to turn off the music.
As soon as I knocked at her door I heard her dog bark. No one answered. I pounded on the door again. Moments later she pulled open the door. She was a couple of inches taller than me. She must have been at least five foot nine or ten. She was wearing boxing gloves, her hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail, and she was covered in sweat. She was wearing tight skimpy shorts and a sports bra. Looking down, I saw her dog standing close behind her. As the sweat rolled down her legs, the dog released its tongue and licked her slowly, lapping up the sweat. She didn't even flinch.
"What?" She questioned "Music too loud?" Catching me off guard.
"Yes" I replied, "Would you mind turning it down?"
"You might as well get used to it. I'm kickboxing. I play loud music."
"There are rules in this apartment complex. So I suggest you turn down the music." I said.
"Listen, I don't put up with control freaks like you trying to tell me how to live. Now go back down to your room and play house." Slamming the door in my face.
Livid, I stomped down the stairs and back into my apartment. My heart was racing. How dare she speak to me that way. The rage was building up inside me as I tried to think of what to do. Should I call the police? Will they even consider this a crime?
At the same time I could feel myself getting turned on for some reason. This whole situation reminded me of when my older step sister used to play loud music in her room. When I confronted her she would always humiliate me in front of her friends. Sometimes pulling off my pajamas and making me walk back to my room naked as she and her friends laughed. All I could do was masterbate myself to sleep in anger and fantasize about how I would eventually get revenge. But I never did.
This time I was determined not to succumb to touching myself. She was not going to control me like my step sister had done for so many years.
But the throbbing in my pussy was almost too much to bear.
I decided to wake up Andrew by rubbing his cock through his pants. But he did not stir. As the music kept pounding I got more turned on. This was simply too much. I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear and stood up on the couch above Andrew with my feet positioned either side of his chest, then sat down on his face. As I began to grind down on him, partly smothering him, I could see the bulge in his pants begin to get larger. Although half asleep, I could feel his mouth begin to open and the warmth of his tongue push into me.
It didn't need much for me start coming. That bitch upstairs had driven me to this but I knew I would get her back at some point.
Andrew suddenly woke up, disoriented. "What's going on!" he spluttered as I pushed down hard on to his face.
"Just shut the fuck up! I'm coming...oh shit. That fucking bitch..." I screamed as a full orgasm rushed through my body making my hips jerk forward several times.
Andrew, not one willing to argue, or put up much of a fight, started licking furiously at my pussy. His cock was almost fully erect now as I started to jerk him back and forth vigorously with my hand. Normally I was slow and careful in my movements with him but tonight I was coming in anger, and he was getting the full brunt of it.
For some reason I couldn't get the picture of her pink gingham underwear out of my mind. I knew deep down I was not a lesbian but she had triggered something inside me and I couldn't ignore it.
Andrew, almost suffocating beneath me, lapped up my come. I could feel his tongue deep inside as my orgasm finally started to wane.
Embarrassed and partly humiliated, I let go of his cock and stood up next to the couch, pulling up my underwear.
"What the hell was that!" He remarked. His cock still pointing upwards, hard as a rock.
"I'm not sure" I said. Not wanting to explain my weird and humiliating experience.
"You came really hard! I don't think you've ever done that before. And why did you say "...fucking bitch" as you were coming?"
"Not sure. I suppose I've been horny all day and just needed to get it out." I replied, taking his cock in my hand again. I began to jerk him, gently this time.
After only four or five strokes Andrew shot his cum all over himself. I stood up walked into the kitchen, making him clean up his own mess.
Two weeks had passed. Jennifer had been away for most of that time on a trip. But I knew she was due back soon.
As I turned the corner on our street I saw her car parked in front of the apartment. I entered my apartment and heard Andrew scuttle down the hall into the bathroom and close the door before we had a chance to see each other.
Knocking on the bathroom door I said "Hey, I'm back what's going on?"
"Nothing" he replied. "I'll be out in a minute. How was work?"
"Okay" I answered.
I went to the kitchen to make myself a drink. It had been hot all day and I was about ready to flop down on the sofa in front of the TV.
As I was finishing my drink something caught my eye. I looked out of the window into the back yard and saw Jennifer sunbathing.
She looked like she was asleep, sprawled out and lying down wearing a skimpy bikini, I could see she had an amazing tan from her trip.
The backyard area belonged to Andrew and I. Technically she was not meant to be in our yard. I tapped on the window, waking her up.
"Jennifer, you're actually in our yard," I said, through the window.
"What?" She replied sleepily, "I can't hear you!"
"You're in our yard. That's not your space. Sorry!" I shouted back
"Seriously! Well I'm here now. So tough" As she said this she lifted her hips ever so slightly, into the air, and pulled the straps on the sides of her bikini bottoms, making the material tighten slightly around her pussy, showing off her perfect form and pubic mound. My jaw dropped. She did this on purpose to annoy me.
It worked. As my body started to betray me for a second time. I felt myself get wet again and my nipples harden. I couldn't help but retaliate.
"You need to get off our chair or I'm going to call the landlord!" I said as I opened the window so she could hear me clearly.
"Eat me" she retorted, as she moved one of her legs off to the side - now giving me a full frontal view of her bikini bottoms with some of her pubic hair poking out.
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me. Eat me. You want to, right?" She said, knowingly.
This was simply too hard to bear. I lowered my body down slightly so she couldn't see me as I leaned over the kitchen counter. With my left hand I opened the drawer beside me and felt around for the rolling pin. Once I located it I took it out and laid it on the counter. I quickly pulled up my skirt, and lowered my panties down to my knees. Although, the rolling pin was bigger than what I was used to, I started to push it inside my pussy.
"What are you doing in there?" came her bitchy voice. "Aren't you going to come out here and kneel down. I bet your boyfriend would love to see you do that." She said, laughing.
"Fuck you" I replied as I pushed the rolling pin further into my pussy.
"Where is he anyway, your husband to be? I saw him earlier ogling me. I expect he was jerking off."
I couldn't believe what she was saying. Had she no respect at all? She was only back five minutes and she was already tormenting me and my boyfriend.
Anyway, why was Andrew still in the bathroom?
