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Life hadn’t exactly been going great when I moved into the Regency Arms apartments here in the downtown area. My divorce from my wife of twelve years had just been finalized. She got to cheat on me with some guy from work, I got to give her half of everything I own, plus she got all our friends in the divorce too. Apparently working the crazy hours to afford the house and the cars and everything else she wanted was me alienating her affection. So I found myself here.

The place isn’t bad, still considered upscale and just barely inside my new budget. I picked it because the ads had it at the heart of the night scene. That sounded good at the time. The sting of rejection, I had thoughts of getting back at my ex with every hot woman in town. The ads were right, I was within walking distance of classy bars and fashionable nightclubs. I could look out my window and see a line of the most desirable women dressed to kill waiting to be let into the Temptation Room just across the street.

What I hadn’t planned on was being 38 but looking like I was in my late 40’s. I hadn’t taken care of my self the way I should, stress from work and then the divorce really took its toll. The bags under my eyes seemed content to never leave and while not fat, my skin just kind of hung off my bones. I never made it into one of those clubs, even my best clothes look cheap when I wear them, I just didn’t fit into the picture with the young and fashionable.

So here I am with my amazing bachelor pad in the heart of the nightlife and the only thing in bed with me is a good book. That’s fine. I was going to use this time for self improvement. It’s not like I had been much of a lady’s man anyway. My ex had only been my fourth girlfriend after college, my only real relationship. About time I learn who I am by myself right? Who needs women and all that drama anyway.

Which isn’t to say I’m completely blind. Over the three months I’ve been here, I’ve met some attractive women. All of them really polite and the look of terror behind their eyes that someone like me may ask them out finally disappeared as I was safely friend zoned. Deciding to stay single made that a double edged sword. I really was learning to be friends with people and I was depressingly horny most of the time. Interestingly, the only one I haven’t got to know is my own neighbor.

Her name is Valerie, she’s in her early twenties, and I never saw her without company. Which isn’t surprising really, she’s a short girl with platinum blonde hair to about the middle of her back, thin, but enough meat on her ass to make it bounce in the cutoff jean shorts she’s always wearing, and the incredible cleavage made by her large and long breasts are always on display in the endless supply of crop top blouses she wears. From the few encounters we’ve had, she has a really bubbly personality. She seems like a lot of fun but our schedules are completely different. What would she see in a guy like me anyway.

Well last week I’m coming home from work. I had stopped at the grocery store to get my supplies for the week. I have recently discovered the glories of pasta, you can make anything with it, and had my mind set on trying to make manicotti this weekend. I’m making my way down the hall when I hear a shout come from Valerie’s apartment. It definitely wasn’t her voice, it sounded like a guy. I felt bad that she was having an argument, that reminded me of so many of my own shouting matches that I lost myself in bad memories for a while.

Till I heard her shriek. Her voice hit an octave that cut through my reverie like a machete and I didn’t hesitate. In my mind I saw her being attacked by some soon to be ex-boyfriend and just let my groceries fall to the floor as I flung myself at her door. My adrenaline was surging through my veins as I gripped the door knob and turned even as I struck the door with my shoulder. It was unlocked so it flew open as I came in shouting “Leave her alone!”

I wasn’t ready for the scene before me. There was one guy, completely almanbahis naked standing up with an erection in his right hand, cum shooting out of his tip. In front of him and bent over was Valerie. Her eyes were closed and she had a huge smile on her face as cum splattered her from forehead to chin, her breasts swinging like pendulums in the open air, shaking in time to the hard thrusts from the man behind her. Both men and Valerie turned to see me standing dumbfounded in the door way.

The man who had just finished on her face shouted “Oh shit!” And did his best to cover himself. The man inside her, either from the shock or excitement of a new member added to his audience shouted “FUCK!!!” And welded himself against her, squeezing her cream colored thighs so hard the skin mottled red between his fingers as his whole body stiffened and he came hard.

“Hi neighbor!” Valerie said in the most cheerful and bubbly tone as if her face wasn’t covered in jizz as another man shuddered his climax into her pussy.

“I…umm…I heard, screaming.” I stumbled over my words as my eyes drank in her milky white skin, her long platinum blonde hair, her dark eyelashes standing out even more strikingly from the cream slowly dripping from her face, the palest pink blush of her large areolas and the only slightly darker stiff nipples that capped them. It took me a second to realize I was staring and then I did my best to glue my eyes to the carpet.

“Oh, sorry about that. Kyle back here gave my clit a bit of a pinch and I guess I was louder than I thought.” She explained simply. I just nodded my head as if this whole thing made perfect sense, muttered my apologies and backed out of the apartment and shut the door.

I leaned my back against the wall as I felt stunned, embarrassed, relieved, and suddenly very hard. At least till I looked down and saw the marinara leaking through the fabric of my grocery bags. All four jars must have shattered once they hit the floor. I picked up the bags quickly and went into my apartment.

I was in a daze as I cleaned off my groceries and put them in the fridge and cabinets, careful of the shards of glass the sauce made sure stuck to everything. Instead of trying to clean the bags I just threw them away, not like those stains were going to come out.

The whole time I just kept thinking about Valerie. Part of me was shocked by the way she was just okay with being barged in on while having sex with two men, but honestly most of me concentrated on just how hot her naked body was. The erection I had in her apartment returned with a vengeance as my brain conjured her image again. Her thick ass being squeezed as a man climaxed into what must be her velvety pussy, the way those perfect breasts just bobbed out in the air as she was rocked by his thrusts. The unmistakable look of joy as another man bust his nut on her gorgeous face.

I found myself on my couch with my pants open, my hand playing along my member now standing proudly in the open air. Freed from the embarrassment of the moment, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, made hotter when my imagination put me in the position of the man fucking her. I stroked with a fury, producing so much precum I didn’t even need lotion. Something behind me made a noise but I ignored it as I lost myself to lust over my neighbor’s body. That scream I had heard now filled my head as being her responding to my cock slamming into her as I gripped her tits. I was close, she was too.

“If this is a bad time, I can come back later.”

I jumped out of my skin as Valerie’s voice snapped me back to reality and I scrambled to cover myself up as she just gave this melodic laugh. The door, that noise I ignored had been the door opening. Great, I’d have to move now.

I stumbled over a bunch of words as I sat hunched over myself, trying desperately not to look at this amazing woman who had walked in on me masturbating to her. Made worse in that she was standing there dressed like an erotic dream. She was covering up almanbahis yeni giriş just enough skin to not be arrested, her crimson crop top was basically a bra with sleeves and created this amazing display of cleavage that was simply breathtaking. Her smooth and toned stomach showed the cutest blue jeweled belly button ring and the red micro-skirt barely covered enough of her incredible hips to hide her pussy from view but accentuated those wonderful legs.

“Don’t be shy, you just got a head start on why I came over.” She stepped closer and placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back against the couch. She sat down and curled up against me. Her right hand slowly moved my hands away from where I was still trying to cover myself. My eyes locked with hers and I felt the joy in her smile as she closed her hand around my dick.

“That was a really brave thing you did back there. Rushing in to save a complete stranger you thought was in trouble. Tell me though, since you couldn’t tell the difference, how long has it been since you heard a woman cry out in passion?” She rubbed her palm over my head to get it slick with my juices and then stroked down my shaft slowly as she asked the question.

“O…over…a year.”

She looked shocked, then she leaned over and kissed me. Her lips were magically soft and her tongue was sweet as it claimed my mouth. She quickened her pace with her hand, making me moan into her. She kept eye contact with me as she pulled away and her hand slowed and I found myself telling this woman nearly half my age everything about my life as she gave me long, slow strokes.

“Well my poor dear,” she said when my story was over, “your enforced celibacy is over. I want you to know, my door is always open. See, I’m a bit of a nymphomaniac and I thought I should put that to good use and help people. So I have a bit of a free use philosophy. As long as my door is unlocked, I’m open for sex. Just come on in and claim this body. If I’m with someone, feel free to join in, or you can wait and take me after. Any time you want, any way you want. Now though, I think my hero deserves his reward.”

She just slid off the couch onto her knees before me and in one smooth movement took my entire length into her mouth and throat and started to hum.

I tried to hang on, to make this moment last but I felt the resistance leave my body as it felt like she forced my orgasm from me. I felt the surge as my dick pulsed in her warm and wet mouth as one shot after another raced into her throat. She didn’t give up an inch, just closed her eyes as all the cum I’d built up for weeks poured into her. She stayed in place till the last shot was fired and I shrank back to normal. Then she stood, leaned over to place a kiss on my cheek and walked away.

I was too stunned to move, too drained to follow. That was the most amazing blowjob of my life. I know it’s a cliché but I couldn’t help drifting off to sleep, passing out before I even heard the door close.

My dreams were highly erotic. Not any complete images, just flashes really. Sounds of women moaning or shrieking their pleasure, flashes of breasts bouncing, the feel of hot skin on mine, satisfied whispers. I awoke with my pants still around my ankles and my erection standing proudly before me. I grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, the time on the screen said 1:27a.m. I placed a hand on my shaft and was fixing to see what I could find to jerk off too, when her words came back to me. Could she be up right now?

Quickly I got up and got my pants on and left my apartment. I went to her door and was fixing to knock but stopped myself. She did say if it was unlocked I was free to come in. I was so nervous my hand shook as I reached for the doorknob. It turned easily and I took a deep breath to steady my nerves as I walked in.

All the lights were on but I didn’t see anyone immediately. I moved past the kitchenette on my left into the main room where a couch was flanked on each side by a recliner, all almanbahis giriş three facing the television on the far wall. The tan recliner on the left was rocking gently and I heard a soft moan. I slowly walked forward and around the far side of the room. As I rounded the furniture I saw her.

She was sitting in the tan recliner completely naked. Her left hand was stretching out her left breast and pinching the nipple while her right hand was down where her legs were spread wide, rubbing small concentric circles around the hood of her erect clit. As she moved the ivory skin of her lips would open up on the nearly neon pink of her innermost depths. She pinched her nipple till she whimpered and then pulled it up and back till she was able to suck it between her lips. Her face scrunched up in delight as the sensation of sucking her own nipple and rubbing her pussy.

“Don’t be shy.” She moaned and I looked up from her crotch to see that she was looking at me, her eyes sparkling as she was close to her orgasm. She rubbed faster as I moved slowly toward her. I was scared that any sudden movements might dispel this dream. When I was close enough to the recliner I knelt down, gently reached out my hand to pull her hand away from her pussy. I looked at her face and she smiled her encouragement and nodded her head for me to continue. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the hood of her clit, then gently licked it with my tongue. She gave a contented moan as I lapped at it again and again, then moved down and to the left as I licked down her between her thick labia and thinner inner lips. I thrilled as I heard her breath catch before she let out this wonderful moan. I continued tracing the oval down to the bottom and then up the right side before again licking at her clit. I followed this pattern three more times before reversing directions. When she started grinding against my face I slid down and sucked her right lip into my mouth.

“OH FUCK!” She shouted as I worshipped that lip with my tongue. She was so wet now, her juices coating me from my upper lip to my chin. She tasted amazing and I never wanted to leave here. I felt her hand in my hair, her fingers curl through my thick mane and then pull me deeper into her. My tongue lashed out at her opening and she squealed in delight.

“That’s it baby! Fuck me with your tongue! I haven’t had a man go down on me in so long. FUCK!!! You are doing so good baby! You like drinking me? Just sucking up all that juice? SHIT!!! Your tongue goes so deep! Do it again! You’re going to make me cum! Make me cum! MAKE ME CUM!!! FU…” Her last word cut off as her whole body tensed and she slammed her thighs closed around my head and trembled against me as her gush turned into a powerful jet of her essence right into my waiting mouth.

I had to struggle to get myself loose so I wouldn’t drown as she squirted again and again, soaking my shirt. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head as she was lost in the bliss of her orgasm. Quickly I stood up and freed myself from my jeans. She moaned as I forced her still trembling legs open and rammed my length into her still quivering pussy.

She screamed as I plunged in all the way in one thrust but her arms wrapped around my neck and she brought her face close to mine. Her eyes were pleading as I began fucking her hard. It felt like I was gazing into her soul as she kept eye contact with me as her orgasm finally subsided and she began meeting my thrusts. I felt her right hand move between our bodies and looked down for a quick moment to see her rubbing herself furiously.

“Cum with me baby. Please cum with me. Make me cum again. Please make me cum. Give it to me. Fill my little pussy up with that hard cock. That’s it. Cum for me.” She whispered in this tiny voice that was so cute and hot that I lost all control. Her legs wrapped around me, the heels of her feet driving into my ass cheeks, her whole body urging me to meld with hers.

I held on as long as I could, then I felt her breath hitch in her chest and her eyes start to flutter and as the soft velvet of her walls gripped down on me I plunged forward and shouted as I erupted into her the way she begged me as she came too. Our voices entwined just as our bodies did till she silenced us both with a kiss.

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