A Midsummer Wet Dream

It's Friday, and just like any other Friday, I'm glad it's finally here.For me, that usually means binge-watching a series on Netflix for hours or pretending that I'm James Stewart from Alfred Hitchock's infamous film Rear Window, but today is different. You see, I have new neighbors moving in this weekend, and they aren't your ordinary neighbors. It's a guy..well, an attractive guy with two women accompanying him. Based on their interactions with each other as they were coming in, I got the impression that they weren't kinfolk. Now, since I'm as nosey as they come, I decided to introduce myself as they were coming out. I greeted them as if I were meeting someone's parents for the first time. Eager to make a good impression but not overbearing. I could see it written all over their faces that they weren't expecting New Yorkers to be this welcoming. Luckily for them, I'm not from around here. Being from the south, it's in my blood to know the people I live around and not just to be nice. It's also just in case someone starts actin' a fool so I can get out of dodge. However, in this case, leaving never came across my mind, breathing either, but I just had to know more about them.

The next day was like any other; I went to work, stopped by Fairway Market, and chilled by the fire with my two cats Tito and Barney. However, all I could think about was when my neighbors were going to move in officially. To ease my mind, I lit my Jo Malone candles my best friend from college gave me, the English Pear and Freesia scent to be exact, poured myself some Moscato d’ Asti and smoked a joint. I decided to run a bath for myself with my Loccitane Shea Bubble Bath and waited for my toes to disappear into the bubbles. By this point, the water is up to my neck, A Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James is playing on my record player, and it creates the perfect playground for some self-exploration. I reach over and grab my custom made glass dildo or, as I like to call it, my magic wand. I marvel at all 10 inches of it while my pussy begins to breathe life into herself. Awaiting penetration, she develops a heartbeat that gives the bathwater rhythm. No joke, with how wet I was getting and the water level in the tub, it could have overflowed. But then I heard a knock on my door...

Now they say you can never rush a good thing, so my orgasm was no exception. After a while, the knocking stopped, but my pussy's ability to beatbox for 5 minutes straight did not. There were several moments of calm until the tub started to overflow, but I didn't care. The water level went just beneath my breast, and my teeth clenched. Nipples were erect above water and sensitive to the point that the air itself made me cum. I gasped, holding the side of the tub as my clit grew warm, face flushed, and the glass dildo surrounded by my contracting vaginal walls. I felt a warm tingly sensation in my fingertips as I closed my eyes to take it all in. With my magic wand just barely inside me, I pulled it up above the water to get a good look at what came of this impromptu "self-exploration." Most of the remnants washed off, but what remained was a creamy dollop of cum perched on top. The only thing that stopped me from sucking it off was the idea of how bad it would taste to wash my mouth out with soapy bathwater.

I proceeded to get up and take an actual shower where the end product isn't as risque, but there's nothing better than getting clean after an orgasm.I mean, I just got lost, so much that I forgot that someone knocked on my door a few minutes ago. Then my new neighbors came to mind, and I rushed to see if somebody left a note behind or if I heard noises coming from their apartment. There was nothing; there are four floors in my building, and I'm on the top floor along with the old couple, Mr. and Mrs. Stein. We have an elevator, but it's temporarily out of service, and I highly doubt any of my neighbors would be ballsy enough to make the trip up three flights of stairs. As for the Stein's, Instacart, and Postmates couriers that look at our elevator with a sigh of relief only to find out it doesn't work anymore, I genuinely feel sorry for them. Cue the process of elimination, the Steins are on vacation in Vermont, and the only other apartment is my new neighbor's place. I thought it has to be them! But again, no noise was coming from that direction, and I didn't want to be weird and knock.

As I was turning to go back inside, I noticed that the stairs started to creak. My heart was racing, so I waited in anticipation behind my door, peeping through the crack. A few minutes passed, and Mr. Stein showed his face. He had forgotten something and shouted out, "Evening Esma, I just knocked to let you know we were leaving, but it turns out I left my wallet ." "No problem, have a safe trip! " I replied. I closed the door and brewed some chamomile tea to calm my nerves. It was then and there that I decided to stop thinking about the sexy trio that was about to move into my building and go to sleep. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day.