Meeting the New Neighbour

The flat across the hall from mine on the top floor of my building had been empty only a few hours when the builders arrived. It was a big project, as far as I could tell from the noise, the dust, and the amount of stuff that came up to the top floor of our five-storey block in the miniature lift. After a month of work, the flat had new floors, new paint, new kitchen, air-conditioning, and two new bathrooms. In other words, a complete refurb.

I’d seen the new owner come and go multiple times during the renovation. Mid-twenties, slim, pretty, blonde, and curvy – exactly the sort of woman I liked to spend time with. She was always well-dressed and neatly presented, even when the builders she was talking to were eyeball deep in dust and sweat. She waved and smiled and said ‘hi’ whenever we passed, but that was the entire extent of our contact.

And then, at the end of the month, the builders left. A huge van appeared the next day outside the apartment block and two blokes spent the best part of an afternoon carrying furniture up the stairs and transporting boxes in the lift. The apartments weren’t huge and she had a lot of stuff, so her rooms must have been filled with boxes. I tried a couple more times to catch her eye and invite myself over to help with the unpacking, but she’d never been alone or still long enough for me to grab her attention and talk to her.

I wondered idly what her apartment was like. Better than mine, that was certain. I looked around my living room at the flooring from the nineties and the scuffed paintwork and wondered what it would take to get my landlord to fix the place up. Nothing I could afford, that was certain.

I opened the windows to let in a little air now that the rear of the building was shaded from the late afternoon sun. The roof lights were open, creating a light breeze, but the summer’s heat was oppressive. Air conditioning would be nice, but that was rare at my budget.

“A shower,” I said to myself. That would cool things down. I’d barely got myself wet when there was a knock at the door. “Fuck off,” I muttered, tilting my head back under the cool water and letting it wash away the heat of the day. Another knock, then another.

“Ok, fine, I’m coming,” I said. I turned the shower off, wrapped the first towel I could reach around my waist, and hurried to see which awkward bastard was disturbing my peace.

“What?” I said angrily as I yanked the door open.

“Oh, sorry,” said the blonde from across the hall. She looked very pleased with herself.

“It’s, er, not a problem. I was just taking a shower,” I said then cursed internally. I was dripping wet and wrapped in a towel - what else could I have been doing?

“So I see.” Her gaze ran quickly over my near naked body. “Now that I’ve properly moved in,” she said, gesturing over her shoulder at the open door to the newly renovated apartment, “I thought I’d introduce myself but if this is a bad time…”

I almost said yes, but she was gorgeous and she couldn’t keep her eyes off my six-pack. I looked her up and down, trying to be subtle and failing dismally. She had bare feet and wore a denim micro skirt and a white cotton t-shirt that was cut low and tight across her breasts, and when she smiled I felt my cock twitch. This was not the right time for an erection, so I cleared my throat and tried to think clean thoughts. But I couldn’t help noticing her eyes darting to my crotch, and she seemed to be breathing quite quickly. She licked her lips then blushed and giggled and looked me in the eye.

“Sorry, I should let you get dressed,” she said in a tone that suggested she wanted the exact opposite. “I’m Clare, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand and forcing her face into an expression of professional interest.

“Pete,” I said, shaking her hand. I grinned, and couldn’t help noticing the way her breasts moved as she breathed. I shifted slightly and the towel gave a warning slip.

“Nice to meet you, Pete,” she said with a smile as my eyes shot back to her face. The silence stretched, then I let go of her hand to grab the towel, which was far too small and in serious danger of falling away. Clare lowered her eyes again, and this time she didn’t look away, like she was waiting to see what I was hiding. I could feel myself hardening under her gaze, and I wondered if I should just drop the towel and give her an eyeful.

“Look at us, standing here ogling each other like a pair of teenagers,” she said eventually.

“You make that sound like a bad thing,” I said in a croaky voice.

She licked her lips again and I could see her building up to say something. My cock was threatening to tent my towel to an embarrassing degree, and I had a sudden burning desire to know if Clare was as turned on as me.

“Do you—“ she said just as I said “Shall we—“

We both stopped, then she shook her head and turned away. “I’ll see you later,” she said, and before I could reply she was back in her apartment and the door had closed.

I stood for a moment longer, nonplussed, then the towel fell away. I grabbed at it, missed, and realised I was naked on the landing outside my front door. I hurried inside, kicking the towel ahead of me, and slammed the door. I leaned against it, breathing hard and trying to work out what the hell had just happened. I wondered if I should get dressed and knock on her door, but first I needed some release. I grabbed my rock-hard cock and began stroking up and down, eyes closed. I couldn’t help but imagine what Clare would look like naked, from the curve of her hips to the swell of her breasts. In my mind’s eye her pussy was bare, a neat slit free from pubic hair, and she groaned in ecstasy as I drove deeply into her.

The bang on my door nearly gave me a heart attack. I let go of my cock and hastily arranged the towel so that it hung in front of me, then I cracked the door and peeked into the hall. Clare was standing there looking even more amazing than she had done in my imagination.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to… What were you doing?” she said with a slight frown. She looked down and smiled broadly. I followed her gaze. I was obviously naked behind my towel, and I think she had a good idea of what I’d been doing.

“Er…” I managed, horribly embarrassed but unable to think of a good reason for standing naked at my own front door.

“Do you know what I think?” she said in a voice so thick with lust it should have been illegal. I shook my head dumbly. “I think I want to see what you’re hiding behind that towel.”

“You do?” I croaked. “Well, it’s nothing much,” I said modestly. My cock was as hard as it had ever been but I couldn’t quite let go of the towel and expose myself to a perfect stranger.

Clare stepped closer and leaned forward slightly, giving me enough of a view down her t-shirt to see she wasn’t wearing a bra. I looked down at her hands as she reached out and took hold of the towel, pulling it gently from my unresisting hands.

“Let’s take a look, shall we?” The towel fell to the floor.

”Oh, yes,” she said, glancing up at me, her expression now openly lustful. She stared at my erect penis.

“Oh, yes,” she said again. She licked her lips. “That is a thing of beauty. I want… that is, may I… do you mind if I…?”

“What?” I asked dumbly, but she was already dropping to her knees. ”Do you, oh, yes,” I said as she ran her hands over my abdomen. Her tongue touched the tip of my cock. I gasped and put one hand on the doorframe for support.

“Mmm, pre-cum,” she said, glancing up with a knowing look. “Were you having a wank? That’s flattering, I think.” One hand grabbed my arse and the other ran up my leg. I wanted to be inside her so badly it hurt. Then her mouth closed over the head of my penis and her free hand grasped the shaft. I moaned as her lips and fingers worked in harmony. I laid my head on the door and closed my eyes, savouring every sensation as she gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

“Faster,” I said, but instead her movements slowed. The feeling was exquisite. I lost all sense of time, and then too soon I felt my moment approach.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said. I looked down at her bobbing head. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. She lifted her lips from my cock and stroked with her fist until I came. Great spurts of sticky white jizz shot across her face and open mouth. She laughed as the liquid dribbled over her nose and forehead, dripping onto her chest. She kept pumping, then licked my cock clean, taking me back into her mouth and sucking me dry. When she finally released me and stood up, a big grin on her face, I was a mess but I felt great, and I couldn’t help smiling.

“That was amazing,” I said, and she bounced happily. She pulled up her t-shirt and wiped her face then settled it back in place. “Do you do this often?”

“Blowjobs? Every opportunity I get,” she said.

“No, I meant—“

“I know what you meant. And no, you’re the first stranger I’ve blown in a public place.” She looked around the small landing the leaned over the glass balustrade to peer into the stairwell. “Fairly public, anyway. And unless you count nightclubs. Or hotel bars.”

I raised my eyebrows. Clare clearly had plenty of stories to tell.

“So, er, now what?” I asked, hardly daring to hope that she might want something more from me.

“Quid pro quo,” she said with a dirty laugh.

“You mean…?” I looked longingly at her crotch.

“I want you to lick my pussy.”

That cleared up any doubts in my mind. Solid, clear expressions of desire were always preferable. I pushed my door open.

“Would you like to come in?” She looked past me at my somewhat grubby flat, wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “Your place?” She nodded. “I’ll need the towel,” I said, holding out my hand and looking around nervously.

She stepped back, towel in hand, and shook her head. “I’ve just blown you in public, and you’re worried about walking a few metres in the nude?”

“When you put it like that,” I said with a shrug. I latched the door, stepped out onto the landing, and let it close behind me. “But, fair’s fair, I need to see the goods. Out here, I think. In public.”

“Oh, very bold. Ok,” she said brightly. Then she pulled her t-shirt over her head and gave a twirl. She was perfect. “Wow.”

“You like?”

“I really do, yes,” I said. She seemed pleased. “But I need to see the whole show,” I said with a lascivious grin as I waggled my finger at her skirt. “You need to lose the denim.”

“What, this old thing?” She looked around coyly, then unzipped the skirt. It slipped a little and flapped open at the back, but she held it close. “I’m not sure I should…” But she was grinning when she said it. I took a step forward.

“I really want to see everything,” I said. My cock was hardening again, and she watched with obvious glee.

“If you’re sure…” She unwrapped the skirt and tossed it through the open door to her apartment. At least, I think that’s where it ended up, but I was utterly focused on her naked body. She wasn’t wearing knickers, and her pubic hair had been cropped and trimmed into a neat Brazilian landing strip.

“Wow,” I said again, dragging my eyes up her body. She stepped backwards, but not to her apartment door. Instead she leaned up against the hall wall, facing the stairs, and beckoned. I came forward quickly and pressed myself up against her, putting my hands on her hips. She grabbed my right hand and pulled it between her legs.

“You’re so wet,” I murmured, hardly able to believe my luck. I slid a finger inside her and she moaned, and when I began to work it back and forth she moaned louder. We stood there for several moments, my erection pressed against her belly and her breasts crushed against my chest as I finger-fucked her.

“Cum on my hand,” I whispered. “Let me know how much you love this.”

“Keep going,” she replied. “I’m coming,” she moaned, tensing, and I felt her pussy contract around my fingers as she came. “Fuck, yes!”

I eased back so that I could look into her eyes again. My fingers were still inside her, warm and moist, and my cock was still hard against her. I paused, grinning, while she recovered herself.

“Lick me out,” she hissed, and I happily sank to my knees to obey, casually flicking my tongue over a nipple as I slid down her body. I kissed her mound and caressed her arse, then ran my tongue along her slit and licked her clit. She smelled divine. I backed off to look up at her magnificent tits, then she grabbed my head and pulled me close, forcing her crotch onto my face as my fingers worked her pussy.

“More, don’t stop,” she moaned. “Make me cum again.”

I stuck out my tongue and licked her slit, up and down, while my finger worked in and out. I sucked at her clit and probed her pussy, and she moaned with every movement, arching her hips toward me and bending her knees. A few moments later, as she panted above me, I felt her pussy tighten again as her climax arrived. She folded over, her belly spasmed, and she shuddered. Then she released my head and I sat back on the floor, staring up at her as she leaned against the wall.

“That was even better. You’re hired,” she rasped. I laughed, then she stepped forward, until she was standing above me. “Lie down,” she said. “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

“Here!?”

She squatted down so that her pussy was just above my dick and her face was level with my own. “Right here, right now,” she whispered huskily.

I lay back on the carpet with a huge grin on my face as she reached down to take hold of my cock. I let out a low moan as she lowered herself onto me, her pussy sliding greedily over my cock until she was almost sitting on my thighs. It felt amazing to be inside her, and when she began to rock back and forth, her eyes closed and her breasts swaying with the motion, I almost lost my mind.

“Fuck,” I moaned as she ground against me. Her movements were getting faster and more urgent, and I could tell she was close. I reached up one hand to cup her breast, and she opened her eyes, grinning down at me. She was moving more, now, back and forth, back arched. Then she threw her head all the way back and juddered as she came.

Her motions slowed, almost to a stop, but she kept moving. For a few seconds she held this pose, then she rolled forward, still using my cock for her own pleasure, and she came again with another loud moan. That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, but now I wanted my own release. She must have recognised my need because she grinned down at me, clearly enjoying her position of power. She lowered herself toward me, sliding up my cock until it was almost free so that her nipples were within reach of my tongue. I craned forward and sucked at her tit, then she slid back along the full length of my cock.

“Whoa, yes, do that again,” I managed, laying back down and putting my hands on her hips. She repeated the motion, over and over, and I’m sure she came again halfway through but by then I’d lost all sense of anything but the feel of her pussy and the smell of her skin. Her movements built, getting harder and faster, and I moved with them, matching her thrusts and pressing deep inside her. I lifted my head so I could look down our bodies and see my cock disappearing into her with every thrust. I reached a hand down and managed to get a fingertip to her slit, but now my moment was approaching and her movements were too vigorous for me to maintain contact. I gave up and settled my hands on her thighs.

“I’m coming,” I managed, and on the next thrust I came, deep inside her. I managed a few more strokes before I had to lay back. She sat above me as my cock deflated and slid free.

“That was epic.” Clare forced herself to stand, cum dribbling down her leg, then collected her t-shirt and used it to wipe herself down. “Thanks.”

“It was my pleasure,” I said. I sat up and collected my towel, wrapping it around my waist in a fit of very late modesty. She laughed and pulled her damp t-shirt over her head.

“That’s gonna need a wash.” Not that I was complaining about her outfit. The t-shirt might have hidden her breasts, but her legs and pussy were still on show and just as gorgeous as ever.

“Yeah, I think I need a new outfit. I’m gonna take a shower and get dressed and then, er,” she hesitated, suddenly nervous. “Do you want to go out for a drink?”

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