This is a true story. I recently moved into a brand spanking new apartment complex. My neighbor is an older gentlemen, with a somewhat young-hot looking girlfriend. The walls are paper-thin. One day when I was typing away on my computer like that kid from that movie War Games, I heard her moaning. Being the perv I am, I grabbed a glass and put it up to my ear to listen. I listened for a few minutes, then yelled out "I got next". Needles to say, the sounds stopped, and I haven't heard her moan ever since. Now fast forward about 2 weeks. I was taking my trash out to the dumpster when I ran into this girl. We got to talking, and she told me that she is unemployed and her boyfriend or "sugar daddy" works first shift. So I told her that anything she needs, or if she's lonely while her man is at work to stop by, I'm only a door away. She just smiled like a little Catholic schoolgirl and that was it. The next week I seen her again and she said that I was really forward last week, and most guys are too intimidated to even approach her. I replied that life is only so long, you must set your sights on what you want and grab it by the horns. I was thinking of asking her that minute to come up to my apartment for sex, but I didn't want to seem desperate.
A week later, she knows I have off from work, I was awoken by the door. I open it and there she is, with a bottle of Nightrain. We were drinking and chatting for a good 20 minutes, you could tell she was buttered; she was chastizing her boyfriend left and right, dropping the "f" bomb numerous times as if she was a drunken sailor. I could've sworn I was listening to an Eminem album. Anyway she said she's only with him cause he's loaded. So one thing leads to another and we have sex. She says beforehand, "Hold on, I want to make sure we're doing this for all the right reasons" I then look at her dumbly, and she says, "I'm just fucking with you, you are a piece of meat, I don't even want your phone number." Yes! It's like a mirror image of myself, but a female. Well anyway, we get started in missionary, my fav postion by the way, and I go to stick it in. I could barely get it in and asked her, "Are you sure you and your boyfriend actually have sex? Cause your pussy is like a set of visgrips locking on my cock." She says that her boyfriend has a real small penis. So I started pounding her with my loverod, and she started moaning, so I made her bite a pillow because it was like 12 in the afternoon and my apartment sounded like the Bunny Ranch. Anyway, we could hear her phone ring next door, so she stopped and said if she's not there to answer it, her boyfriend will get upset as he's the jealous type. Hey I don't blame him, he looks like the Gorden Fisherman and probably knows he'll never get another hot looking chick again. So needless to say, I didn't even get to finish. What a jip!
A week later, she knows I have off from work, I was awoken by the door. I open it and there she is, with a bottle of Nightrain. We were drinking and chatting for a good 20 minutes, you could tell she was buttered; she was chastizing her boyfriend left and right, dropping the "f" bomb numerous times as if she was a drunken sailor. I could've sworn I was listening to an Eminem album. Anyway she said she's only with him cause he's loaded. So one thing leads to another and we have sex. She says beforehand, "Hold on, I want to make sure we're doing this for all the right reasons" I then look at her dumbly, and she says, "I'm just fucking with you, you are a piece of meat, I don't even want your phone number." Yes! It's like a mirror image of myself, but a female. Well anyway, we get started in missionary, my fav postion by the way, and I go to stick it in. I could barely get it in and asked her, "Are you sure you and your boyfriend actually have sex? Cause your pussy is like a set of visgrips locking on my cock." She says that her boyfriend has a real small penis. So I started pounding her with my loverod, and she started moaning, so I made her bite a pillow because it was like 12 in the afternoon and my apartment sounded like the Bunny Ranch. Anyway, we could hear her phone ring next door, so she stopped and said if she's not there to answer it, her boyfriend will get upset as he's the jealous type. Hey I don't blame him, he looks like the Gorden Fisherman and probably knows he'll never get another hot looking chick again. So needless to say, I didn't even get to finish. What a jip!
