AmazinSex

Awesome Sex Stories
2004-02-01 22:47:41 (UTC)

All around the house

He was the guy next door. I really did not pay much
attention to him. I was only living here as a temporary
location, until I figured out what my next move was. I was
not social with anyone in the building, not that there was
many to be social with. Two floors of apartments, 16 units.
Not many young people there either, mostly older folks,
pension incomes. So really, the guy next door, he was a
rare one indeed.

I kept to myself, single, young, maybe that is why he kept
trying to grab my attention. Brought Christmas cookies over
to me, always saying hi in the halls to me. Would even wait
for me, holding the door open, if he was leaving or
entering the building.

He was my type of today - red hair, easily six foot, pretty
skinny. For some reason that type can get away with
anything. Maybe that is why I was ignoring him, did not
want to get attracted to the fantasy. And especially was
not looking for anything serious.

Yet one night, on a weekend, I was doing my normal routine.
I had spotted him earlier in the day, holding the door for
me as I came in from shopping. He was so polite, saying Hi,
let me help you. I ignored him a little, just saying thank
you and I’m okay. I have no idea where he was going. I
rarely heard any noise from his side of the wall.

Being a weekend, the dreaded laundry chores always arise.
The basement of the building had storage units and the
laundry room dead center off the hallway. Cement floors,
and wood stair cases, you could hear anyone coming down the
stairs at either end.

I must have been off in Lala land that night. I heard
nothing at all. No footsteps, no stairs creaking. But his
voice, when he spoke, made me jump.

“Need any help?” How was I to answer….. no thanks for
asking. “No, I’m okay.” Was my reply.

Next thing I know, he is kissing me. Not one of those ‘I’d
like to know you’ kind. This one would take anyone’s breath
away. His lips locked against mine, his hands on my back.

I gave in, what can I tell ya. Those lips against mine,
demanding more than a kiss from me, it had me. Suddenly, I
wanted whatever he could dish out. And I did not care where.

His hands moved to slide under my shirt. Those large hands
had no problems finding or holding my breasts. They almost
seemed a perfect match, his hands were big enough to grab
what nature gave me in size. He squeezed them, getting to
know there shape. Then he undid the snaps and let my bra
fall away from my skin.

In the back of my mind, I was expecting this to stop. Or
expecting to hear footsteps down the hall. I did not want
this excitement to end.

His fingers played at my nipples, tugging on them, making
them hard. And his lips, they continued their assault on
mine. He even moved his tongue inside my mouth, teasing
mine into playing.

There is this table, like a picnic table, solid wood even
comes with benches. It is suppose to be used for folding
laundry, sitting at while you wait. Not tonight. We took
full advantage of it. I was not that far from it when he
came in.

He leaned me against the edge of the table, his hands
moving to remove my shirt. Our lips broke contact, but his
mouth did not return to my lips, they captured my nipple
instead. He sucked on it, rolling his tongue around it. I
had to place my hands on the table to steady myself.

His hand worked at undoing my pants then sliding them off.
Then while his mouth was moving to the other nipple, his
fingers slid inside my pussy. I was a little shocked at his
boldness, but loved every moment of it.

His long fingers slid in and out, finding out how wet I can
get. And then they moved higher, finding my clit to rub. At
this, I had to make a move. My hands moved to find his
shirt. There was no way I was going to be the only one
naked. I managed to get only his shirt off when his lips
claimed mine again. I let my hands roam over his skin.

My tongue slid inside his mouth this time, letting him know
I wanted a whole lot more than this. So far, every few
words were spoken and I did not want to change that.

His fingers moved away from me. I could hear him undoing
his pants. Next, I was being pushed up onto the end of the
table. I could feel him slide his cock along my lips,
getting the head of it wet.

In one solid motion, he slide his cock inside me. He moved
himself in and out, sliding his cock deeper into me. I let
myself tighten around his cock, letting him enjoy this
stolen pleasure.

There we were, fucking on the end of the laundry room
table, not being quiet at all. Him sliding his cock deep
and fast into me. Me, enjoying it all and letting him know.

All too soon we finish. He grabs his shirt, smiles and
leaves. Me, I’m left naked on the table, wondering if
anyone saw us since I never heard anyone come or go on the
stairs.





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