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.
14 years ago
