More Time with the New Neighbour

After our encounter on the landing, Clare, my new neighbour, and I arranged to meet again in an hour later to grab a drink at the local pub. I shrugged off my towel, tossed it in the laundry and climbed back into the shower. I’d just managed to get thoroughly soaked when there was another knock at the door.

“You have got to be shitting me,” I muttered angrily. I turned off the shower, hauled on a pair of jeans, and hurried to the front door.

I yanked it open, ready to give whoever it was a piece of my mind, only to find Clare standing there. Again.

“Hi,” she said meekly, glancing at my damp torso and unfastened jeans. Now it was her turn to stand in the hallway dressed only in a towel, and I have to say I rather enjoyed the reversal of our positions.

“Er, hi?” I said. “Lovely to see you again, obviously, but…”

“Turns out my shower isn’t working just yet, so I wondered if I might borrow yours?”

Now, since that Clare was almost a complete stranger, I would normally have refused such a request. But I obviously wasn’t going to say no to any request made by a beautiful, almost naked woman who might, if I was extremely lucky, be tempted into further sexual activity.

I grinned. “Sure,” I said, standing aside to open the door. “You probably know where it is.”

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” She strolled into my apartment and dropped the towel, then walked slowly to the bathroom, completely naked. I heard the shower go back on then she opened the bathroom door, and said, “Are you not going to join me?”

I needed no further encouragement. I stripped off my jeans and hurried to squeeze in beside her in the cramped shower cubicle. There wasn’t really room for both of us to shower comfortably and there certainly wasn’t space to screw, but there was a lot of giggling and groping as we soaped, shampooed, and rinsed. By the time we stumbled out, I was ready for another fuck, but Clare padded out of the bathroom to inspect my flat and I dried myself, taking enough time to let my cock deflate, before following.

“It’s the same size as mine,” she said after she’d peeked into all the rooms, “but it could do with a little love.” She sat down on my sofa, naked skin still damp from the shower, and crossed her legs. “Everything’s a bit…tired.”

“No argument from me,” I said, arranging myself in my battered armchair where I could keep a close eye on my guest. I kept glancing at her tits and occasionally let my eyes slide down to her legs. It was glorious, and I was never going to complain about being naked in my living room with a beautiful woman. “But there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Hmm. Maybe I can, for the right incentive.”

That piqued my interest. “Really? How?”

She grinned. “You mean you can’t guess?”

“Do you ask very nicely?” I suggested. Landlords, in my experience, being immune to any form of coercion that might cost them money.

“Nope. I own the building.” I must have looked confused because she then explained, “I’m the landlord, so I can do what I want. So basically, the question is, ‘what would you do in return for some changes around here?’ Any thoughts on that?”

I licked my lips and pretended to think about it. “I suppose I could fix your computer, or setup a killer website…” She didn’t look impressed. “You have something else in mind?”

“I do.”

I waited, then said, “And what might this mysterious service be…?”

She grinned and waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, I see,” I said with a grin of my own. “You’re after some sort of sexual service.” The thought of more sex with Clare was enough to get me aroused. I shifted to hide my growing erection. “Anything in particular?”

“I think we’d have to tailor the service to the amount of work you want to get done,” she said with a leer.

I couldn’t help noticing that her nipples were nicely erect, and then I wondered if her pussy was wet, and after that my erection could no longer be hidden.

“Oh, so soon? I really am flattered this time,” she said, leaning forward to peer at my cock, which also gave me a lovely view of her belly. “And you were having a sneaky wank earlier, right? Behind the door?”

I opened my mouth to deny it but her knowing look suggested my secret was already out. I nodded instead, and she grinned.

“Ordinarily, finding out that your neighbour is wanking after a simple conversation might be a bit creepy but, given the circumstances…”

“Back to these services,” I suggested, trying to focus, but she wasn’t about to be dissuaded.

“And did I meet your expectations?”

Clearly she wanted to talk about this, so I decided to go all in on. “You exceeded them. Knocked it out of the park. I imagined you coming in here, stripping off in the bedroom, and lying down on the bed, completely naked. Then I was picturing myself between your legs, driving into you as you moaned.”

“That’s it?”

I nodded. “I would have got further, but you knocked on the door, and I have to say, you’re way better in real life than in my imagination, although I actually pictured you with a full Hollywood rather than a Brazilian.”

She looked down at the slim strip of neat hair. “You don’t like it? I’m in two minds, to be honest,” she went on without waiting for me to answer. She ran her finger tips over the hair, parting her legs a little as she did. “I had it done last week and I quite like the effect, but, I don’t know. Maybe a bit pretentious?” She stood up and examined herself in the mirror.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” I said croakily, “but maybe a little pretentious…”

“You’re right,” she said, reaching a decision. “Can I borrow your razor?”

I blinked. “Sure. You’re going to do it now?”

“Why not? Then you can take it for a test drive and begin racking up your service credits.” I nodded eagerly and went to fetch the razor. “Extra points if you maintain the erection.”

“I might be able to do that,” I managed to say. I crossed to the bathroom, snatched my razor, a flannel, and my shaving foam, and almost sprinted back to the other room. Clare was lying on the sofa, on foot over the back, the other resting on the floor, and her hand between her legs. She wasn’t quite masturbating, but she was obviously toying with the idea. I handed over the shaving kit then sat on the arm at the end of the sofa where I’d have a good view.

“Thanks.” She squirted some foam onto her hand and smeared it across herself. But she didn’t seem confident with the razor, and I could understand her reluctance. She held it above the foam and frowned. Then she looked at me. “Normally, I get it waxed. I’ve never shaved my pussy before.”

“Let me,” I said, sliding off my perch and holding out my hand. She didn’t look keen but she passed me the razor. I crouched down between her legs and tried to be professional, which was tricky with a raging hard-on. How difficult could it be, after all? A simple shape, from a shaver’s perspective, and only a small patch. But I was still nervous when I laid razor to flesh. I worked with long steady strokes, and a few moments later it was done. I blew out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding and wiped away the remains of the foam.

“Done,” I announced. “First time I’ve shaved anyone but myself.”

Clare ran her fingers over the area. “Nice job. Now it’s pussy service time,” she said, leaning back.

I got rid of the shaving kit and repositioned myself for easy access. There was no thrill of sex in public this time, but the one-sided nature of the encounter gave me a huge rush. I put my hands on her thighs then lowered my head and kissed the newly exposed skin.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she said dreamily. I kissed downwards until my mouth was on her slit, then I gently pushed my tongue inside her and began to move back and forth. “That’s it, just like that,” she murmured, shifting beneath me, rising to meet my tongue. I felt her hands on my head, guiding my attentions, and I redoubled my efforts. When she came, her belly jerked and she let out a great sigh, before she flopped back on the sofa and released me.

“Thank you, again,” she said. I sat back on my heels, well pleased with myself.

”Was it all you’d expected?”

“It was excellent,” said Clare. “Consider yourself in credit.”

I kissed her leg then stood up and held out my hand. “There’s one more thing.” She sat up and took my hand, and I pulled her upright into an embrace that crushed my cock against her. “I want to fuck you. Properly, in a bed.”

She giggled. I put my hands on her arse and lifted her off the floor. She yelped in surprise and wrapped her legs around my waist. I was sorely tempted to try to fuck her right there and then, but gymnastics have never been my strong suit. Instead, I carried her to the bedroom, thanking my lucky stars that I’d changed the bedding the day before, and laid her down.

She shuffled backwards on the bed and opened her legs. As clear an invitation as anyone could ask for, and I lost no time climbing up after her. We were way past the time for foreplay and she was hungry for something more. I laid my cock in position and paused, waiting for permission.

“Get on with it,” she snarled, but I wanted to enjoy the view, just for a moment. I drank it in. Her breasts, her belly, her pussy, her legs. She was one hundred percent glorious, but even the most strong-willed person couldn’t have resisted for long, and I’d reached my limit. I pressed forward, sliding slowly into her until my cock was entirely inside her. She moaned, and moaned again when I pulled back and repeated the drive.

“That’s it, don’t stop,” she said as I moved slowly back and forth. She twisted to meet me, moving a little as I drove into her. I was in my element and I kept the rhythm going, watching her face for cues. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, lips tweaked into a smile. Her breasts wobbled in time to my thrusts. She slid one hand up to her chest to caress a nipple, and the other across her belly, and I watched as she masturbated while I fucked her.

“That’s so hot,” I said. She smiled without opening her eyes, then her brow furrowed with concentration as her climax approached. Her breathing stopped for a moment and she arched off the sofa. Her pussy tightened and she said, “Yes, yes, yes,” before flopping back down and opening her eyes. That was enough to get me the rest of the way, and I came a moment later. I managed a few more strokes, savouring the sensation, then pulled out and rolled onto my back.

“Fuck me, that was good,” I said. For a few minutes we just lay there, relaxing in the warm air. Then Clare sat up and bounced off the bed. She looked amazing.

“Right, then. Pub?”

“Pub,” I said with a nod. “And maybe we should get to know one another a bit.”

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