Linda caught herself licking her lips as she thought of the young man next door.
Six months ago Peter had come into her life in a most unusual way, and the promise of sex that swelled in her since then seemed to pale every month that nothing actually happened between them.
Just now a scene popped into her mind and tingled her pussy, something she watched a month ago. She had heard Peter's and a woman's voice filter through the thin walls between their apartments. Linda couldn't help peering through her kitchen curtains, into his living room window.
He was framed in that window--just her luck!--and she could see him kissing a short woman with long black hair. As the woman turned, Linda could see she was Japanese or Chinese. Peter and the woman sank to their knees still kissing, and the woman grabbed his belt and zipper. Linda could see the surprise on his face and then heard his moans as the woman pulled out his stout, thick cock standing at attention. The woman wasted no time taking it into her mouth, sucking on it, bobbing her head down and down and down in urgent rhythm. Linda could see the blissful look on Peter's face as the woman made him squirt his cum deep into her mouth.
Just then, he glanced over toward the window, in Linda's direction. Linda ducked away. She felt stirred up and didn't know what to do with herself.
But that was a month ago, and as the scene replayed in her mind, Linda found herself reaching her tongue out as if to take in that stout cock, and her hand slipped up to her right nipple, the one she had wanted her boyfriend to hold a few minutes ago.
She had brazenly placed her boyfriend's hand on her breast when he got home. She was naked under her smooth silk nightie. But he had pulled his hand away with a scowl and buried himself in Aviation magazine.
It was sometimes like that when Gerhard came home from work, especially the night shifts. Being an air traffic controller was so intense that he seemed to have special needs for peace and quiet. Sometimes he needed to vegetate, sometimes to fuck quickly and sleep, and sometimes he needed to go to his own apartment and talk to no one. Something about the abusive demands of his job made it hard for him to soften up at home. There were times when he felt that making Linda happy was like another job, except without pay.
But Linda wanted him enough to stick it out. After his night shift, she would put on her nightie to welcome him home and join him for his midday nap. It was good timing because her daughter Annie didn't come home from school for a few hours. And if Gerhard was in a good mood, it was decent sex, though he was tired and didn't usually last very long.
Her sister Valerie kept telling her to end it. Valerie had the blonde hair in the family, and was less cautious than Linda about men. Linda knew all about the times Valerie had been burned by men, but Valerie was smart, perky, and knew how to have fun. Linda was different; she was afraid to lose every man she got.
Now Gerhard sat reading his magazine in the living room, and in the bedroom, Linda lay on her bed, her hand cupping the breast he didn't want.
Her fingers were massaging the nipple made hard by thoughts of Peter. Her hand slid down the silk over her belly to feel the warmth and softness, and outlined the crease of her raised leg at the hip, which led her hand down to the turbulence of her pussy hair. There her nightie was moist. Thoughts of Peter seemed to get her wet any time of day or night. She slowly rubbed her hand over her pussy through the smooth nightie.
For the hundredth time she replayed the scene of Peter's first appearance in the apartment next door: There had been noises on the other side of the wall. Panic as she realized the apartment was supposed to be empty. Who had broken in?
She remembered grabbing a glass from the kitchen and quietly placing it against the wall so she could listen through it to what was going on.
Kisses, groans, moans, a creaking bed. Linda couldn't tear herself away from the wall until her boyfriend came into the bedroom.
"What iss dat happening," said Gerhard. "Who is it? Let's call the police."
And she said quickly, "No, it's fine, it's harmless." After a moment she added, "I think someone is having sex in there." She looked at her boyfriend, his mouth, his chest, his crotch, which was bulging more because of a fold in his pants than anything going on down there.
Linda turned back to the wall and continued listening. It was at this point that she flushed, hearing a woman say, "I've never felt anyone's cock stay so hard for so long."
Gerhard grumbled to her to get away from the wall, and forget about them. She got up and followed him as he walked to the living room and sat down, fidgeting. She stopped when she got to the kitchen, fiddled with some drawers, and then slipped back into the bedroom.
She listened again at the wall. It was still going on. This time she heard the woman moaning and gasping, apparently in orgasm, and then more creaking and more words: "Fuck me to the hilt, fill me up, come again, again, make it five times, five, oh, yess."
Now, six month's later, as she heard those words again in her mind, Linda's hand massaged her pussy lips and slid round her wet clit; she was breathing heavily, holding her nipple with the other hand, and her face was in anguish from the hunger in her pussy and the number five that kept haunting her--the thought of being fucked five times without stopping.
As Gerhard trudged into the bedroom to tell her he was going home, he said, "Linda, I..." But when he saw her face and hands and her writhing body, he stopped and felt himself starting to get turned on. But then he heard her whisper, "Fuck me, Peter, fuck me. Mmmmm, Peter, ohhh...."
Gerhard suddenly felt cold. He said,"Oh fuck, I'm out of here," and he marched heavily through the kitchen and living room and slammed the front door behind him.
Her eyes flew open when she heard him speak. When the door slammed, all became still. It was as if loud static on the radio had stopped and transmissions became quiet and clear.
Her mouth suddenly scowled just like Gerhard's had a few minutes ago. Something clicked in her. She was weary of frustration, and tired of temptation.
Five times on one erection! She would be happy with once or twice. But five times was probably more cock than she could handle. She trembled as a vague plan took shape in her mind. She decided to talk it over with her sister Valerie.
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Peter often thought about the dark, beautiful woman next door. He imagined she was passionate, just by the way she walked up the stairs, and the way her dark eyes had taken him in, even the very first time he'd seen her.
He remembered how she had smiled at him when he had introduced himself, and cringed in embarrassment at the thought that she had probably heard him through the wall, making love the day he had signed his lease and unexpectedly found the back door unlocked with an equally unexpected woman by his side.
But there was thick tension as well as attraction between them. They barely said hello when they saw each other in the stairway, yet he would watch her come up to her door, and sometimes caught her gazing at him through his window as she went down the stairs.
He steered shy of her because, first of all, she had a boyfriend. Second, she had a 7-year-old girl. Third, although he sometimes dreamed of getting it together with her, sharing apartments, drinking coffee or tequilla out on their balcony, he was also afraid that if things screwed up, it would be hell to live next door to her with no way out.
Still, she was intriguing. One time, when Tayaka had given him one of her surprise blowjobs right in his living room, he thought he saw Linda's kitchen curtains fall back into place as if she'd been watching.
Sometimes when Linda walked out her door with her boyfriend, she would lock her eyes on Peter with such intensity that Peter had to look away. He didn't want Gerhard to see the glow in his face, and he didn't know what words would come out his mouth.
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"You've got to do something," Valerie laughed as they started their second beer.
"Yes, I do," said Linda, "but you have got to help me."
"Right. But what can I do? I could look after Annie so you could hook up with him," offered Valerie.
