the other night...

I’m sitting on my bed. It’s been a long, hard week at work and I am ready for sleep. But I can’t sleep… there’s an itch that needs tending to.

I’m sitting here, legs spread, my hand moving across my inner thighs, across my pussy, thinking of you and the last time we saw each other. I wish you were here right now. I wish we had finished what we started. I wish I didn’t feel the need to leave you wanting more.

We’ve known each other for only a short time, and yet I want you so badly. Our last date- when I was on my way to meet you, I was convinced it was our last. You’re a gorgeous man, smart, and kind, and yet, after two dates, I knew I felt nothing. What a shame.

During the movie, when your leg would lean against mine, you would pull back, and I would be relieved. Maybe you felt the same way about me. Maybe I didn’t have to be the bitch to break it off. Perhaps, the feeling of indifference was mutual.

The movie ends and you ask me to stay. I say I have to work in the morning- which is true, but mostly, I’m just tired and ready to go home alone. You put your arm around me. I tell you I think we should be friends, and that you shouldn’t hold out hope that something might happen between us. You say that you’re okay with that. Yet your arm hasn’t moved.

But with the ‘truth’ out there, with me telling you I don’t feel anything, I feel more comfortable with you than I have yet. We sit there for a while and talk. Then you kiss me. As usual it’s far too much too fast- take your tongue back. God, someone needs to teach you a lesson. I may not be interested in you, but someone has to teach you how to kiss a girl- I don’t want you to go into your next relationship with your sloppy habits. My mind quickly remembers our sloppy, public make out on our first date- how I had to wipe my face after you pulled away from me. How mortified I was. You need to learn.

“Let me kiss you,” I say, and I push you away. I take a breath and then lean towards you, and kiss your top lip, and then your bottom lip. You open your mouth but I lean back. I try again, and this time, you seem to catch on. I kiss your lips, you kiss mine in return. We carry on, and slowly, our kissing grows more intense. You’re pleasing me: a pleasant surprise. Our mouths open, and your tongue traces along my lips, and then enters my mouth slowly. I reciprocate. And before I know it, I am lying down on your couch and pulling you on top of me.

The kissing intensifies, and I am growing turned on by feeling your weight on my body. Your tongue probes my mouth and I run my hand through your hair- it’s surprisingly soft and thick. You begin to move away from my mouth, down my neck… god… it feels so good… and towards my breasts. You kiss the cleavage that shows above the neckline of my shirt as your hand runs up from my waist, under my shirt, and cups my breasts, and pushes them towards your hungry mouth. God… it’s like you knew how much I love having my tits played with. You tug on my shirt but I object- a part of me knows I came to your apartment knowing full well I didn’t want you to touch me, even above my clothes- but I can’t resist. I have you pull off my shirt but I keep my bra on. Your skilled mouth still finds my nipples and sucks them, hard. I let out a soft moan. I love your hands on my body, your mouth on mine, on my neck, sucking my breasts…. God…

I take off my bra, and pull off your shirt. You seem shy at first and ask me, “Is this okay?”. I laugh, pull you against me and kiss you hard. I love the warmth of your bare skin against my breasts. You rub my pussy over my jeans and ask me if it’s okay, if I like it. “God… yes… I love that, it feels so good,” I sigh. You begin to kiss your way down my body again, but I stop you when you reach the button of my jeans and pull my zipper. “No,” I say, “Not tonight”. As much as I want it, as sure as I am that you would make me cum easily, I tell myself that I’ll regret it, that I’m only here to teach you how to kiss.

Lies, of course.

We continue to make out on your couch. You offer to carry me to your bedroom but I refuse. We’ve already gone far past the terms of the friendship we discussed earlier. I should go home soon. I have to wake up for work in a few hours. This is not the night.

You begin to suck and bite my nipples as your hand rubs between my denim-clad thighs roughly. I moan. Fuck, it feels so good. I can’t take it. I begin to undo the clasp of my jeans and you pull them off of my legs, and toss them to the floor.

You lean back and look at me, and I realize just how vulnerable and weak I am. I wasn’t even going to kiss you tonight, and yet here I am, laying on the couch in front of you, naked with the exception of my jewelry and silk panties, while you stand there- strong and tall, still in your jeans and socks, starting down at me.

You run your hand over my panties and I know you must feel the heat from my pussy. You don’t take your eyes off of mine as you ask, “Do you like this?”. I nod, shyly, not knowing how the control tonight shifted away from me. You move your fingers underneath my panties, and slip one finger into my pussy. I sigh. I can’t believe you’re touching my pussy. I can’t believe, even though it’s just one finger, that I’ve allowed you into my cunt.

I pull you towards me, I want you to kiss me, I want you back on top of me, but you resist. You stand there over me, and slip another finger into my pussy. “Do you like this?” you ask, your eyes burning into mine. “Yes, I love it, it feels amazing”. With that, you begin to move your fingers in and out of my pussy. I feel completely powerless- laying all but naked before you, the sounds of your fingers moving in and out of my wet pussy filling the room- there’s obviously no secret how wet I am. You fuck me with your fingers furiously, but keep your distance. All the while I am still in disbelief of what is happening, Is he really fingering me? Are my clothes really on the floor right now? How the fuck did this happen? This is as far as it goes.

You remove your fingers and move them to my clit, searching for it at first, so I help you find it, and you play with it. Rubbing it, twisting it, god, how I wish you would just pinch it, and make me scream. I am close to cumming when you remove your hands, move them back to my breasts, and kiss me. You fucking tease.

My legs are spread wide, and I feel your erection grinding into me through your jeans. You lift my legs and position them so I put them around your back. You kiss me as seem as though you are fucking me through your jeans- breathing heavy, slamming hard against my body and you grab at me and I run my nails down your back, and kiss your neck and shoulders. You pick up pace. I want you to fuck me so badly but I am determined to wait and see if I even like you when our clothes are back on. Maybe on our next date. I pull you hard against my body as you grind into me, your hands moving to my ass, lifting me towards you. Although this is almost entirely innocent, I can’t help but feel turned on. The texture of your jeans rubs my clit through my panties in just the right way, and I feel myself working towards climax again. I arch my back and, as if by instinct, angle my pussy closer to your restrained cock. You moan. I feel your shudder. Is he cumming?, I wonder. You slow your thrusting, but I continue to grind against you. You move your head down and take my nipple into your mouth and suck… hard, and explore the very tip of it with your tongue… no one has ever toyed with me like that, and it sends me over the edge, as I cling to your body and sigh out a short, but intense, orgasm.

We fool around a while longer, and eventually relax, simply whispering to each other, caressing each other’s bodies. And we make a date for next weekend, when I have time to spend the night.

I really fucking hope you call. I’ve had this itch all week.

alone in the dark (room)

It was another one of those hot, humid, summer days. I had been out all day running from one place to the next, getting all of my errands out of the way. I loved the feeling of the sun hitting my skin when I was outside and the faint scent of sunscreen leftover from when I had rubbed it all over my body before heading out. But now, well into the evening, I was exhausted and I couldn't wait to get home to take a cold shower. Even though I was dressed appropriately for the weather- sandals, a loose fitting skirt, a tank top, and thin t-shirt- I felt like I was wearing a heavy winter coat.

I had been hired by a few local publishers to do some photography work for a couple of upcoming promotions. I had finished shooting a few days ago, but hadn't had the chance to develop them until now. I had access to a darkroom owned by one of the studios I frequently do work for. Unfortunately the ventilation in their building is awful- freezing in the winter, and sweltering in the summer. The darkroom was the worst for this: and today, with me already overheated from running around all day in a heat wave, it was like a sauna in there.

Luckily, being that it was after hours, I expected to be alone so at least no one would see me in my frazzled state. And of course, there's that one feature of darkrooms that makes everyone a little more attractive when they're feeling rough: the dark.

Because I had planned to be alone (the last of their employees usually leaves around 6pm, it was now 8) I had brought along my portable stereo, and I cranked up the music while I set up to develop my photos. I was laying out my first few pictures of the night to dry when I decided I couldn't take the heat anymore. Even though I had two fans running, the dark room was still unbearably hot. I didn't expect any interruptions so I took off both of my shirts, leaving me only in my skirt, bra, and underwear. It was still, of course, boiling in the room but at least I felt less constricted.

An hour or so into my session and I was finally adjusting to the heat. Maybe it was because I was so occupied with the task at hand. Maybe it was because I was enjoying myself and had been singing along to the music (I had it loud enough that I couldn't tell whether or not I missed a note), but I was positive I was alone. You can imagine my shock when I felt someone tap me on my (bare) shoulder....

I screamed and turned around to see Braeden. Braeden was one of the resident photographers at the studio (while I was only an associated freelancer). In fact, I learned much of what I know about photography from him. That said, he was only a couple of years older than me and had a boy-next-store quality that I could never tell if I was attracted to or boredened by.

Braeden raised his eyebrows at me as I rushed to turn down my music.

"Sorry," he says, "I didn't mean to sneak up on you, but I didn't want to turn on the lights and ruin your work".

"Thanks... What brings you here so late?" I ask.

"Have a few shots I took today that I wanted to have ready for tomorrow. It's so hot out that I expected to have the place to myself".

"You and I both".

I began to clear up some of the space I had taken. The dark room was quite small at the studio- they sent a lot of their bigger jobs to third party printers, so if someone else was working with you, space was a rare commodity. It was as I was making space that I realized my shirts were still sitting on the counter. Even in the faint amber light of the darkroom, I'm sure Braeden could see my face turn red. I quickly reached to put my top back on when he stopped me.

"Don't worry about it. I do portraiture for a living, nothing I haven't seen before- it’s a sad condition of our society that women are ashamed of their bodies. Besides, it's like the inner ring of hell in here. In fact, if you don't mind, I will follow suit".

And with that, Braeden took off his shirt leaving him in only a pair of cargo shorts, what I imagined were boxers underneath, and a pair of sandals. I was a little surprised- it seemed a little bold for him, but who was I to judge? And I couldn't help but notice that Braeden was actually much more built then I had ever realized. I only let myself stare for a second though, when I didn't think he was looking, and immediately went back to work and turned the music back up (just not quite as loud as before).

We both worked in silence for a while, but it was awkward. Because of the small space we kept having to squeeze past each other. And it was so hot in the room. And my breasts, being a busty girl, were always in the way. And it was dark. And we were both without our shirts.... it was much too much, I couldn't help but get a little turned on.

He left the room at one point but I hardly took notice- I had stepped out once or twice myself. Not that the rest of the studio was cool by any means, but it wasn't quite the furnace that the darkroom was- plus it was good to catch the odd break from the chemical fumes. I didn't hear him reenter the room but suddenly I felt something ice cold against my back- I let out a moan of relief.

"I got each of us a bottle of water from the vending machine in the back room," he whispers as he moves the bottle across my back.

"Oh god.... thank you.... ah... don't move, that feels sooooo good!" It was out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying. He didn't move, but I couldn't tell if that was because I said not to, or out of shock. He continued after a second though, moving the bottle all over my back before pulling it away. At that, I turned around to face him.

He smiled at me with a mischievous grin that I didn't recognize in him. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip and then handed it to me. I took a long sip- the cold water felt so good, I swear, I could feel it running down my throat, and down into my stomach- it was that hot in the room- and handed the bottle back to Braeden. He fumbled though, and spilled a little of the water onto his chest.

Maybe it was the heat, or maybe the mischievous look on Braeden’s face, but instinct took over at that point, and I leaned forward and lapped off the cold water off of his skin- the cold water mixing with the salt of his skin turned me on even further. After, I stepped back- we were still facing each other, very close, but I didn’t want to push it as Braeden and I had barely ever flirted with each other before this. I think he must have felt the same way, as he just stood there for a minute before saying, “You know, that felt really good, I think you should try it”.

With that, Braeden tipped the water bottle above my shoulder and let some water fall onto it, trailing down to my collarbone. Immediately he leaned down to lap up the water- he was right, it did feel very good. At that point, I think we both knew what the other wanted, so Braeden picked me up and sat me on the counter behind where I had been standing- making the height difference between us seem less drastic. He put his hand underneath my chin at that point, tilting it up, and put his lips on mine. He kissed me sweetly, but firmly- making his intentions with me very obvious. His tongue probed gently into my mouth and grazed the upper row of my teeth, and caressed my tongue.

He used the water from the bottle to carve a trail for his mouth- kissing and licking down my neck, along my collar bone, over my breasts, and finally, he ran his tongue along the inside edges of my bra. I leaned my head back as Braeden worked his tongue under the lace of my bra, squeezing my one breast with one hand, unclasping the hooks with the other. Finally he slid off my bra and dove for my nipples, pinching and twisting them, making them hard, circling around them with his tongue, and finally tugging on them gently with his teeth.

At that point I wanted to return the favor, I wanted to tease him and make him hard (because of the dark, I couldn’t tell if he was already or not) but when I leaned forward, he simply pushed me back. Braeden worked his way (and the water’s way) lower and lower- kissing down my abs, paying special attention to my naval. As he approached my skirt, he undid the button and the fly, but would only tug it down one inch at a time, kissing the newly exposed skin with every tug. After what seemed like a century, he finally reached my mound.

He looks up and grins at me, then says, “Oh no. Seems like we ran out of water, I guess I’ll have to stop here,” then stands up, smiling at me.

I stare at him for a second- I know he’s being a tease. And it’s cute, but the whole situation is so surreal that I’m at a loss for words. But then he adds, “Unless, of course, you’ve managed to created some moisture of your own.

It’s me with the enormous grin this time- with all the teasing, I was definitely wet enough for whatever Braeden had planned to do next. He leans forward, resting his forehead on mine, and says, “I guess I’ll have to check”. He reached down, and, without any teasing at all, pulls my panties to the side and pushes one finger into my pussy. He chuckles, and states that clearly we will be able to continue.

He works his finger in and out of my pussy for a bit before asking me if I’m ready for a second. I nod, agreeing. He moves down, now working two fingers in and out of my pussy, and begins to swirl his tongue around my clit. I normally take some time before I climax, but with all of the teasing, he had barely touched my clit before I tensed up, and cried out an amazing orgasm. My body felt like it was on fire- not only from the heat of the room, but also from my climax, but this time, I wasn’t complaining. Braeden kept he tongue and fingers on me until I calmed down, and stopped quivering. It was his next move, however, that astonished me, and set him apart from almost any other man I’ve been with.

Slowly, Braeden stood back up, put his hands on my waist, and kissed me deeply. Now, at this point, most men I know would be expecting, if not demanding, a blow job- after all, fair is fair- and I was definitely excited to return the pleasure he had given me. But it actually seemed like that wasn’t one Braeden’s mind at all. He whispered in my ear:

“Look, this was definitely more than either of us had bargained for tonight, and if you want to stop now, I’m absolutely okay with it. You can go on home, I can finish the rest of your film and you can pick it up in the morning”. It seemed he had difficulty forming the words for the rest, but eventually, after looking down at me and fumbling with the waistband of my panties (still on), he continued, “But if you’re… um… able to stick around… I’d love to take, er, I mean, have you”.

This time around the boy-next-store quality was definitely more of a turn-on than something that tired me. I glanced down, and even in the dim amber light of the darkroom, I could tell that Braeden was fully erect. I wasn’t sure exactly what to say, so I undid the button and fly of his shorts, and tugged them, along with his boxers, down, just below his ass. Then I slid of my panties, leaned back, and spread my legs just enough that there would be no question of what I wanted.

Braeden pushed off the remainder of his clothes, and, stepping out of the, stood between my legs, grabbing me, and kissing me, reaching down, and rubbing my pussy as he did.

“Mmmm, you’re definitely wet enough for me now”.

“Thanks to you”.

“Are you ready?”

“Absolutely”.

With that, Braeden grabbed his cock, and guided it into my wet and waiting cunt. Although I was thoroughly wet already, he still had to push quite hard of the first two strokes, my pussy stretching to accommodate him. After a few stokes, it became easier, and he started to build a rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his waist so he could fuck me deeper.

“Oh god, Braeden, that feels amazing, don’t stop.”

“Mmmm, god, you’re cunt is even tighter than I thought it would be. Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Ugh, fuck are you hot”.

“Mmmm, yes, right there. Ugngh. Yes! Mmm, tell me, have you ever thought about this before?”

“If you’re asking if I ever thought about fucking you before, of course I have. Never thought I’d get the chance though”.

Then he pushed me on my back, so I was lying on the counter, my ass on the edge, my legs still wrapped around Braeden’s waist, and my pussy still gripping onto his shaft. He started playing with my clit as he fucked me, which always drives me absolutely wild.

“Ohhh, you like that, do you? You like the way I play with your clit as I fuck your pussy?”

I only moan in reply.

“No. Tell me. Tell me how you like it”.

“Oh god, I love the way you’re fucking me, your cock feels so good inside of me. Ugh, don’t stop, it feels so good. Keep playing with my clit, baby. I love that so much. Mmmmmm, I think I’m going to cum again soon”.

“Ugh, yeah baby, me too”.

With that, Braeden grabbed the edge of the counter and used it as leverage to thrust his cock into me even deeper, taking long, hard strokes to do it. I could feel my muscles tightening, and my pussy gripping onto his cock. I was just on the verge of orgasm when I felt his cock twitch and he let out a long, powerful moan. Braeden thrust into me with one more hard stroke, before spilling his seed into my pussy. It was all that I could take, my cunt felt like it was on fire and I felt my juices spill and mix with Braeden’s cum.

“Ugh, yes, oh. I’m coming…. Oh!”

We moaned together as we road out our climaxes. Braden hopped onto the counter beside me when he caught his breath, holding onto me as I caught mine. We stayed there in that embrace for a few minutes, before cleaning up, grabbing some more water (this time for its intended purpose), finishing our films, and heading back to my place to take that shower I had been craving earlier together.

watching him

So sorry that it's been so long since my last post. Life has been absolute chaos the last few months. I hope the weeks have treated everyone very well, and I hope you have made many sexy memories since you've last heard from me.

I want to share something with you tonight. It's not quite a sex story, it's not quite a letter, it's just... something. I'll try to pump out a fully-fledged naughty story by next weekend. You've certainly waited long enough for it.

I'm interning right now, which means I work harder than almost anyone else at my place of employment, and I do it for free. All in the name of professional development I supposed. Unfortunately, it also means that my behavior is monitored extremely closely- I have make sure nothing I do can be labeled as 'unprofessional'.

There's a man that works with me. He's only 25 or 26 (I'm 22) and he is one of the most attractive men I've met in a while. It's hands-off of course- not only can I not afford to be caught in an interoffice affair, but he also has a girlfriend. But my god: I cannot tell you how many times I've brought myself to a delicious orgasm thinking of having him in bed with me (or against a wall, on his desk, or in the supply closet, as it were). We don't work together directly very often (I usually see him in the corridor, or in the lunch room) but when we do, I have to work very hard to fight the urge to flirt.

We worked together on Friday. I was doing some paper work in one of the conference rooms, and he came in to set up one of the computers for a presentation we're giving on Monday. Our computer system is absolute garbage though- so he had his work cut out for him.

So he was working and I was getting worked up: he was across the room from me (we were alone), and bent over, trying to connect some wires.

Now, I'm not generally an "ass girl": I appreciate attractive men, but their ass is usually the last thing I notice (I tend to like hair, faces- eyes, lips, complexion, arms, shoulders, and height). that said (and he does exceed my standards in all the listed areas), seeing him there, bent over, ass facing me, completely vulnerable had me completely turned on. Okay, perhaps he wasn't vulnerable, as he's muscular, and could snap me in half I'm sure, but the situation was almost too much for me. Because we were alone, I was completely free to stare all that I wanted: no one else was there to see me do it, and he has his back to me. And with the vivid imagination I have- my mind pictured all sorts of possibilities that could take place in that conference room. It was one of the few times I actually did flirt with him- we worked alone all morning so I wasn't too worried about anyone seeing us, and I did catch him peaking down my shirt a few times. One of those times actually, I let him catch me catching him do it, and gave him a naughty little smirk. He was sitting at the table so I couldn't tell, but I'm sure he was growing hard at that point.

I'm sure nothing will come of it, but the whole situation has made me very, very horny, and, although I have no problem meeting my own needs, very sexually frustrated as well. Would love to hear how any of you men out there (even some of you women, perhaps) would like to help distract me. I will be wet, and waiting.

On that note, I am off to masturbate: spread my legs wide, hike up my skirt, and use my vibe on my clit. Mmmmm. Play with my breasts a bit too (you know how much I love that). And picture, of course, my co-worker pushing his cock into my wet and willing pussy...

~J

the boy next door

I started this post the other morning, but couldn't finish it as I had to run. The actual event is fictional, but the details and fantasy, including the description of the man who showers on the other side of my wall, are absolutely real.
~J

I've been living in my current apartment for quite some time now: it's nothing extraordinary, but I love it. I have a great view from my balcony, I live high enough that I can leave the windows wide open in the summer and not worry about insects flying in and for one person, as I am since I live alone, I have plenty of space to do whatever I want, however I want, with whomever I choose. The building is quite large though, probably more than 400 apartments, so as you can imagine, it's not the most intimate of places. Everyone comes and goes without anyone else taking much notice.

It's for this reason that I don't know any of my neighbors on my floor very well. I've talked to most of them, but I don't know any of their names. I do have them assigned to labels though. There is the sweet, elderly couple down the hall, the noisy set of siblings across the hall (who, often when I've left for work at 7 a.m. are still partying.... on a Tuesday), the greasy guy across the hall who never speaks, but who's cigarette smoke creeps into my apartment on occasion, and the young Indian couple two doors down. The apartment on the other side of my bedroom wall just vacated last week.

I often forget about my other next-door neighbor, the one who lives on the other side of my living room wall- probably because I can count the number of times I've met him on my fingers. Well perhaps I should say, I have seen him a few times- we've never said so much as "hi" to each other. I can tell you though, I found him to be quite attractive. He doesn't look that old- I would say somewhere between 27 and 31, about 6 foot 3, blonde hair and an attractive build. The few times I've seen him have either been at the beginning or the end of the work day- he's always worn a suit or a wool coat and carried a brief case. He carries himself with a lot of confidence, which makes me guess that he must be some sort of professional, and, like me, perhaps a little cocky and overzealous from being younger than the majority of the people at his level at work.

[I should say right now, men in suits, and, coincidentally, men with power and authority are a big turn on for me, as I'm sure you will find out for yourself as I continue to add stories.]

Anyhow, as I said, I don't see him very often, and so I usually forget he's there. Until mornings like this one was, where scheduling leads to some very naughty thoughts on my part.

I woke up this morning feeling rather groggy, as my sleep schedule hasn't adjusted back to normal since my week off last week. I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, and hopped into the shower. Even if I'm completely clean, I love my morning showers- I don't feel truly awake unless I've taken one. I made myself a small breakfast afterwards, and sat at my desk in my robe to check my emails before getting dressed for work.

It was then, just as I was signing in, I heard water on the other side of my living room wall- not a foot away from where I was sitting. The boy next door must have been stepping into his morning shower at that moment. Immediately, my thoughts left the task at hand, and drifted next door.

I pictured him- hair still messy from bed, naked, wide, stiff shoulders and a groggy expression on his face, checking the temperature of the water with his hand, before pulling the curtain aside and stepping into the shower. The warm water washing over his body as he lathers up a bar of soap, and begins to cover his body with suds.

I wondered what it would do to him, if he knew I was sitting there, probably within arm's reach of him if it weren't for the wall, fantasizing about his wet, naked body. Would he slowly grow hard thinking about his naughty neighbor? I'm positive that he finds me attractive as I've caught him checking me out most of the occasions when we've run into one another. Maybe his own thoughts would turn sexual: perhaps he would picture me joining him next door- that's certainly what I was fantasizing about at that point.

Almost every time I hear him showering next door, I fantasize about this happening a different way- depending on my mood. Here’s how it went today…

I walk into his bathroom, dressed only in my robe. The room is hot and full of steam. He doesn’t hear me walk in, so I slip out of my robe, hang it on the shower rod, and silently step into the shower behind him. My heart is racing. I’m sure he wants this as much as I do, but there is always that shadow of doubt. I regain my composure, and take in the view. I thought he was attractive all the times I’ve run into him, but seeing him like this- naked and without the security and authority of his usual suit and tie, definitely had an impact. I was apprehensive when I first walked into his apartment, but now there was no questioning what I wanted.

From behind him, I cover up his eyes with my hands. He jumps at first, but then I press by body against his, my breasts pushed onto his back, I’m sure he can feel my erect nipples- he must have liked what he felt, because I could feel his body immediately start to relax. He stands still, probably still unsure how to proceed. I continue to take the lead- I start to kiss his shoulders and back, as my hands leave his face, and start to run down his chest. I can’t believe I’m here doing this, he is, after all someone I’ve never exchanged a single word with, and yet, it feels so right.

I move my hands further down the front of his body- down his chest, his stomach, lower and lower, until I reach his hardening cock. I felt him flinch when I first took him in my hand, but in an instant I could see him tilting his head back as I began to stroke him- reaching for a bar of soap to make my movements smoother.

I rest my head against his back as I continue to play with his cock (I’m far too short to even attempt to rest my head on his shoulder from this angle) and then I feel his hand on mine, guiding my strokes as run it up and down his shaft, while my other hand rolls over the head of his penis. I hear him let out a light groan- nothing turns me on more than hearing a man express his arousal- especially when I’m the one to cause it.

I play with his cock a little longer- it’s fully hard at his point, before he stops the hand he was guiding with his, holds it, and pulls me around to face him. His face immediately brightens as I see the recognition of who the woman in the shower with him is hit him. He is about to say something, when it looks as if he decides to say, ‘fuck it’, and leans down and places his lips on mine. He pulls me into the kiss, and wraps his arms around me, holding my body tight against his as his tongue parts my lips and circles around mine. I am dripping wet now- and it has nothing to do with the fact that we’re in the shower. I take in the moment- in the arms of a gorgeous man, who turned out to be an amazing kisser, as hot water pours down our bodies. I can’t take it much longer; I need him to fuck me soon.

He steps back from our embrace and moves down to fondle my breasts, as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth. God, this is absolute torture, I’m aching for it so bad at this point. He continues to kiss and suck on my breasts, but his hand moves down to my pussy. He rubs his hand over my mound –God, he is such a tease!- before parting my lips and slipping in one finger. He plays inside of me for a few seconds before slipping his finger out of my pussy and begins to play with my clit, shooting electric shocks up my body. He begins to stand up again, and his eyes meet mine. He must have felt how wet I am as his eyes seem to be asking me if I’m ready. I gaze back at him, flashing him a naughty grin- there is no mistaking what I want.

He kisses me again, moving his hands to my shoulders, and squeezing them tightly. He moves his left hand down to my side, and then immediately brings it back- as if he’s a little unsure of how to maneuver our bodies. I look up at him, and I can almost see it hit him as he gets a very naughty idea. He moves my hands to his shoulders and moves arms behind me, moving around my legs. I catch on to what he is trying to do and hold onto him a little tighter as he lifts me up off of the shower floor. I wrap my legs around his body as he turns towards the wall.

He lifts me a little higher and pushes me against the wall, facing him. Once he thinks I’m secure, he removes on of his arms from behind me to guide his cock to my pussy. I’m in awe of how strong he is. Slowly, he guides the head of his penis past my lips, barely entering me. He holds me with both arms again, and easies me down a few inches onto his cock. The sensation is unbelievable- not just with him entering me, stretching me open as he does- but also the complete lack of control I have. My neighbor and gravity are the ones moving my body, I’m basically holding on to him, keeping my balance.

He starts to thrust in and out of me- God, his cock is big. I hold onto him tighter as he increases his pace, my head on his shoulder, his hands digging into my thighs and the shower tiles pressed into my lower back. I can’t believe how filthy I’m being- I can’t believe it's my neighbor’s cock thrusting into me- a man who I still have never spoken to, and whose name I still don’t know. Just minutes ago the sound of running water on the other side of my living room wall was turning me on, now I’m being fucked against that very same wall.

I lose myself in the sensations- my head is on his shoulder so the only thing I see is the shower curtain, and his shoulder on mine, he probably doesn’t see much more besides the tiles. It’s incredible because the only thing I’m really aware of his the sensations of his cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. I start to moan- I’m getting very close to climax now, the sounds of my neighbor’s huffing and grunting (he must be getting quite the work out both from thrusting and from holding me up like this) are spurring me on. His cock feels so hot inside of me, as if it’s radiating head.

Ughhh, yes.
Oh, god… ooohhhhhh….

I can barely fight off my orgasm at this point. I feel his movements grow more erratic; he must be close now as well. The walls of my pussy grip his cock as the first wave of my orgasm runs over me and my juices flood over his cock. He thrusts grow hard now- pushing my body upwards with every one as he starts to groan. He gives me one more strong, hard trust, burying his cock into my pussy and I feel him explode inside of me. Wave after wave of hot cum entering me as he cries out his climax. I hold onto him as tightly as I can as I ride out the end of my own climax.

We stay there in that position for a moment, my body wrapped around his, him standing, holding me against the wall, as we both catch our breath. He lets me down slowly, I hug him softly, and give him a kiss- more tender than the ones before, and a wink before stepping out of the shower. I toss on my rope right away- I’ll towel off at my place. I turn around and give him a quick grin before setting off to my to my apartment. If I hurry, I can still make it to work on time.

Strangely enough, I still don't know his name, nor have we ever spoken.