Looking forward to seeing you next time around,
Hot Guy Next Door
I can’t help but laugh. I mean, this man is something else, and he knows what he’s got going on. He’s melt-your-panties hot, can hold a conversation, and while he may know he’s hot, he doesn’t make it his whole personality. I snatch the note from my door and fold over the tape, pressing it to what I can see is a discarded piece of junk mail. Whatever works, right?
And while I have the urge to waltz into my apartment and write a note of my own, I refrain, mainly due to the fact that I’m in a wet bathing suit and staying in the tight fabric any longer than necessary is asking for an immediate doctor’s visit. Plus, I don’t want to come off too desperate, though this isn’t high school anymore, and we aren’t teenagers. Mind games shouldn’t apply when we’re adults, except this is a whole new ball game where I’m concerned. I’ve been out of the dating scene for too many years while focusing on my health and family.
Now, I’m feeling better than I have in years, and with the sensations rolling through my body since this morning, well, things are certainly looking up.
I unlock the door, step inside, kick off my shoes, drop my bag on a barstool, and place the sarong that’s wrapped around my waist on the counter. What I don’t do is drop the note. I take it with me and put it in my bedroom for safekeeping.
I’d very well keep it with me in the bathroom if it weren’t for the moisture and humidity, which will permeate the air and bleed the ink. Believe me, I thought it through already, and I’m more than aware I’m losing the freaking plot.
I make it to my bedroom, drop the letter on the nightstand next to my bed, pull the tie out of my hair, and the long, wet locks kiss my back with a cool-to-the-touch feeling. A shiver cascades down my spine, ending between my thighs.
I pull at the strings around my neck, and the top falls down, baring my breasts. My hand braces on the wall, the one we share, as I tug at my bottoms, desperate to get naked and ease the ache that’s been building inside me all morning. I yank and jerk, shimmy and shake until they’re off, using my foot to push them away so it won’t become tangled around my ankles. I’d for sure fall, re-injure myself, and that’s a situation I really don’t want to explain to anyone, especially while naked.
“Fuck,” I groan low and slow. My hand cups my breast, the thumb sliding across the pebbled tip. The slight rasp causes my flesh to rise. My eyes close, and I think about seeing my next-door neighbor in nothing but a towel. I remember all too well how his thick cock flexed beneath the fabric. There’s no way I imagined it, not when my very own eyes would never deceive me. My thighs press together, and while I’d love nothing more than to abandon the top half of my body for the lower half, it’d only make me annoyed with myself.
“Hmm,” I moan, pinching and twisting one nipple, then the other. I start to lose my balance and allow my back to meet the mattress, falling backwards, knowing it’ll cushion my fall. The instant I’m where I should have been all along, I’m ableto work both areas. My hand slides down the slope of my abdomen. There’s no buildup, not a lick of teasing. The second the tips of my fingers meet my clit, my core clenches, begging for something inside, and as much as it pains me to put a hold on this…
I need my toy.
I roll to my stomach, keeping my fingers on my clit, one strumming, another sliding lower, seeking entrance. The pressure on my breast keeps the momentum of what I know will be an epic experience. I reach out for the knob to my bottom drawer, dig inside, wrap my hand around the thick flesh-colored vibrator, and slip it between my body and the mattress. No lube is required. I’m wet, pulsing with need, and already on the edge of heading straight for my first orgasm.
It’s a damn good thing I can go more than once because I’m going to need it. I spread one thigh out, the head of the dildo comes to life with a click of a button, and the lower intensity of the vibrator makes my insides quiver. And while I’d usually roll over onto my back, plant my feed, and keep my legs apart, this position gives me so much more than I ever expected.
My nipples slide against the quilt while I paw at the fabric, needing something to hold on to while I push the vibrator in and out.
“Oh fuck.” I roll my hips. My toes clench beneath me, edging me on with each forward motion. I click the other button, and the rabbit part comes to life. Every part of my body is being used in some sort of way, and the sensations are absolutely making me come apart at the seams. The soft tapping on my clit, the swirling of the length, and the buzzing spur me on.
“Yes, yes, yes.” My voice gets progressively louder. It’s a change in pace because usually, I’m quieter than a mouse. There’s also the fact that when I’m in the throes of ecstasy, I usually cover my face with a pillow or take this into the shower.Today, there’s no chance of that happening. Not even biting my lip is a possibility with how each wave rolls into the next.
“Oh god.” Perspiration coats my body, and my hand starts to cramp holding the vibrator in the exact location to prolong my orgasm, hoping one rolls into the next. One thing I know for sure: there’s no stopping at the first. I’ll keep going until I have nothing left, no energy, my legs are shaking, and my breathing becomes nearly impossible.
I get up on my knees, rocking my body back and forth, when I’m caught completely unaware. I knew my orgasm was fast approaching, but I didn’t know it would come this hard and this fast.
“Fuck!” Stars explode behind my closed eyelids, and I fall flat on my stomach, barely pulling the toy out, only doing so because I’m so damn sensitive even my scalp is tingling. “Jesus, if this happens to the thought of the hot guy next door, I can’t even imagine what it will be like when he’s here in the flesh. If I get to have him, that is.
5
Dean
Fuck me, I heard her loud and clear.
Every moan.
Every movement.
Every single thing.
I may as well have been in the room with her, watching each ripple of her orgasm rip through her body. And I swear to Christ I could hear what sounded like a thrumming noise, assuming a toy was involved, and when she screamed out the wordfuckbefore going completely quiet, I knew she came.
I want that for me to witness, for me to own, and for me to give an experience that will rival what she gave herself. Fuck, do I want that, and I’m pretty sure she does, too, had we only exchanged names.
By the time I got dressed, took the pup out, and made it to my truck, I’d gotten the call from my boss that service had been restored. It was a simple issue and only took a hot stick to get the small area back in action. I was relieved. I still had to deal with the rogue dog walker and figure out the next plan of action, because clearly, what was working or what I thought was, wasn’t.
I look down at my phone, the one that’s been vibrating in my hand the past few minutes. One missed call turned into two. There was no way I was moving a muscle, let alone letting her hear me talk to another person and causing her to pause gettinghers. I’m not that cruel to her or myself, but it puts a plan in motion for what I’m going to do once the sun goes down.
