My Mystery Woman Pt. 01

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I woke up on the couch, confused. Oh, that’s right, I fell asleep watching Netflix again. The screen showed the haunting, “Continue Watching?” button. No, I guess I’ll just go to bed.

I turn off the TV and head into the bedroom, throwing my shirt in the hamper and climbing in bed. I turn off the lamp beside my bed before I realize I forgot to turn on the fan. I get up and turn on the fan, then head back to bed.

But I hear a faint screaming noise, like it’s coming through the walls.

Naturally, I put my head against the wall. Nope, not coming from there. I stand for a second and realize the noise is below me. I hear it again, this time a little clearer. It’s definitely a woman’s voice.

I put my ear against the floor, only to realize all I can hear is my rackety fan. I jump up and turn it off, then get back on the floor. I can clearly hear her now.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!”

Oh damn, someone’s getting laid. And it must be good, based on the noises she’s making. She lets out one long moan-scream thing and goes quiet. I have yet to hear the person forcing these screams out of her… but I hear another noise. It’s a hum… no, it’s gotta be her vibrator.

Of course I’m turned on. I get in bed and grab my already hardening cock, beginning to stroke and imagining what the girl below me would scream if I was fucking her.

Just thinking about her screaming, “Yes! Yes!” with my dick in her is almost enough to make me cum. I start to imagine how she looks, mostly hoping she has tits big enough for me to fuck. I’m imagining this mystery woman’s body and am so close to cumming.

I hear the humming buzz again of her vibrator, followed by a loud moan. Her noise alone forced my cock to pulse and I had no time to react before I was cumming in my hand.

I can’t believe what just happened. I need to find out who this woman is.

The next morning I get up early and go to the gym before work. I get there at 6am, ready to lift. I wouldn’t say I look like a bodybuilder, but I am pretty muscular, especially for a guy that’s 6’3″.

I finish up in the gym, still thinking about the mystery woman. I shower and head to work, ready for the long day of meetings and arguments ahead of me.

By the end of the day, I’ve decided that this woman is blonde, with hair down to her shoulders. Big brown eyes and the perfect “girl next door” look. She probably dresses modestly, never letting anyone suspect her to be the type to fuck herself until she’s screaming.

Every time I thought about her, I got hard and had to force her out of my mind. I needed to find out who she is.

I made a plan. I live in 409. She must be in 309. Maybe I can catch her at her mailbox. Or just go knock on her door. Or I can ask the office who lives in 309.

Okay, I don’t have a plan. But I’ll get there. I just know that I have to see her. I secretly hope she’s not my type so I can stop fantasizing about her.

Once I’m home and changed into comfy clothes, I walk down to the mailboxes, with hopes that the mystery woman is there. Nope, no one. I grab my mail, mostly junk, and start the quick walk back to my apartment. I live in a midrise, so it’s like a hotel with long halls instead of separate apartment buildings.

Unfortunately, that makes it harder to narrow down who this woman could be. She will never be on my floor. She has to park in the deck, just like everyone else. We may never cross paths. I need to work on my plan to find her.

That night when I get ready for bed, I try to be quiet, just in case I get the chance to hear her again. To my displeasure, I don’t hear anything from her.

A couple days go by without any noise from the mystery woman. Now it’s Thursday and I woke up late, so I didn’t have time to go to the gym before work. Maybe I can do a quick and easy workout at home tonight.

I get home and trabzon escort start working out. Jumping lunges, pushups, sit ups, jumping squats. I’m about 20 minutes into my at-home workout when there’s a knock at my door.

I wipe a little bead of sweat from my forehead and walk over to the door. I opened it to find a short woman with long brunette hair that’s in some sort of half up mess. She’s wearing navy joggers and a big t-shirt that is just barely tight enough to show her braless tits. She couldn’t be taller than 5’2″ and the baggy clothes made her look even smaller.

Before I have a chance to speak she says, “Hi, I’m Ivy. I live downstairs. I usually wouldn’t say anything but I worked a 24 hour shift at the hospital and am dying for some sleep. I’m so sorry to bother you, but could you please please please stop with all the thudding?”

My mind is blank. I can’t get words to come out. It’s the mystery woman. Right here. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Say something, you dumb shit!

“Oh, hi Ivy. I’m so sorry, I’m trying to get a quick workout in and didn’t realize I was so heavy…” That was my sad attempt at a joke, but she smiled, probably to be nice. I notice a dimple on her right cheek and her green eyes get all squinty when she smiles.

“It’s okay, really. I just haven’t worked such a long shift in a while and I usually wouldn’t ask you to quiet down, but I have to go back to work in the morning.”

She did look exhausted, but she was still beautiful. No makeup. Hair a mess. Baggy clothes. Yep, I’m screwed. Is this love at first sight? Lust at first sight?

Her words cut off my foolish thoughts, “So what was your name?”

“I’m Sam,” reaching my hand out to shake hers. We shook hands and of course she had a firm handshake, but soft, tiny hands. “Sorry for being so loud. I didn’t even consider how much you can hear in this building. I’ll avoid the thudding for ya.” I smiled back at her, hoping she got my reference to her late-night screaming.

“Nice to meet you Sam, and again, I’m so sorry… You know what? What’s your number? That way we can just text if someone gets too loud. Plus, I could use a friend in the building”

We exchanged numbers and she explained to me that she recently moved here but works a lot, making it hard for her to make friends. We talked for a couple minutes before she walked down the hall, giving me the chance to check out her small, but bubbly ass. She left me at my door, still in shock that I just met my mystery woman. And my mystery woman is perfect.

That night when I got in bed, I jacked off my dick with thoughts of her filling my head.

Taking off that baggy shirt and devouring her nipples. Grabbing a fist full of her dark hair and pulling her head back, giving me access to her neck. Kissing her neck and shoulders, forcing a small moan from her lips.

Only a few minutes fantasizing about Ivy drove me to my orgasm.

Ivy filled my mind all day Friday and Saturday. I tried to make enough noise to get her to text me, but not enough to bother her. Still no text from her.

Saturday afternoon I heard some music coming from below me. I couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it sounded like some pop crap. I saw this as a chance to text her.

Sam: Having a party down there?

Ivy: Does unpacking boxes with a pack of seltzers count as a party?

Sam: Depends on if it’s fun or not.

Ivy: I am tons of fun, but unpacking alone isn’t 🙁

Was this a signal? Should I just leave her alone?

Ivy: If you want to join the party, I do have some extra seltzers

Okay, it was a signal. I just took too long to respond because I’m a dumbass.

Sam: How about I bring some beer and we’ll see how fun you really are..

Ivy: Too manly for my seltzers?

Oh, now she’s playing games.

Sam: Fine, I’ll have some of your girly drinks. I’ll trabzon escort bayan be there in a min.

I did a quick spray of cologne and tried to calm myself down. I was a nervous wreck as I walked down the hall, down the stairs, and to her door. Should I knock? Just go in? I decided to knock and be some sort of decent man before she sees me drunk off her “seltzers” or whatever.

Ivy opened the door and looked much more lively than she did the other night. And it hit me. I was only imagining taking off that baggy shirt before and had no clue what she really looked like underneath. Now that she’s in front of me with her hair in a messy bun, wearing leggings and a tank top, I see how perfect her body really is.

Her light blue bra was barely visible through her grey tank top. The top of her tits looked amazing and it took everything I had not to stare. She had on black leggings that showed her cute ass and muscular legs.

She shoved a can towards me, “Drink up, mister. You have some catching up to do.”

I took a swig of the seltzer, which actually tasted really good. I stepped in and her apartment was already pretty complete. She had pictures of different cities lining her walls and her huge grey couch was covered in pillows with different patterns and colors. This place was more like home than my own apartment.

“Wow, Ivy. You just moved in and it’s already better than mine!”

“Thanks!! I love decorating and it just won’t feel like home until it has me all over it.”

I loved her style. A lot of simple colors and patterns, but mixed together made it look like one big abstract piece of art. I could imagine her curled up on her couch with hot chocolate and watching movies. Or bent over the back of it while I pound her pussy from behind.

I tried to keep those thoughts out of my head as we chatted and I just watched her walk in a frenzy around me, cleaning and decorating. I did my best to stay out of the way and just keep her company.

An hour went by and we were both pretty tipsy. I was taking every inch of her in, savoring the moments that I got to look at her plump tits, trying to hide my wandering eyes from her. She would bend over to pick up something and I couldn’t help but enjoy how delicious her ass looked. I swear she was just teasing me and seeing how long it’ll take before I explode with desire.

Finally, she came and sat on the couch with me. We were still drinking and I was kinda surprised at how strong these little drinks were.

“So, Sam, do you not have any better plans for a Saturday night?” her eyebrows raised up and she had a hint of a smile.

“Well, I try to only go out every other weekend. This so happens to be a chill weekend. Lucky you.” I gave her a similar smirk, showing her that I can play that sarcasm game just as well.

She chugged the rest of her drink, set her empty can on the table, and gave another smile. “You’re just lucky to be here instead of alone, jerking off while thinking about me.”

My heart stopped and I about choked on my drink. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you getting that idea from?!”

“Oh come on, I’ve seen you staring all night. I love feeling your eyes on me.”

I knew she was teasing me! I’m so turned on but also so confused. Does she want me to make a move?

“Hey Sam, I have a question… am I your type?” She squinted her eyes a little, studying me as I think of a good answer.

“I don’t think I have a type?” I lie. She knows she’s my type. She can tell by my reaction to her. I would grab her right now and force my cock in her mouth if she would let me.

“Don’t lie to me. What’s your type?” She got up and grabbed another drink from the fridge, popped it open, and sat back down, just a little closer to me. She took a sip, still waiting for my answer. She leaned in towards me and glided her tongue up my earlobe escort trabzon and whispered, “tell me. Am I your type?”

I couldn’t help but to let out a breathy moan. She knows what she’s doing and she’s damn good at it.

“Yes, you’re my type.” I took a slow, deep inhale, breathing in her sweet scent, trying to clear my brain from her games.

Her mouth is still by my ear as she whispered, “Sorry, you’re just not my type.” She kissed my jaw lightly. “I like a man who can take control…”

That’s it. I’m at my breaking point. She’s driving me wild.

I put my drink on the table then I grab hers and put it on the table as well. “You want me to take control? Come here.” and I take her face in my hands and kiss her. At first it’s just our lips, then she straddles me, slowly licking my lips and kissing me deeply.

We kiss for a couple minutes, just enjoying the taste of each other’s mouths. I can feel her body pressed up against mine, making my hard cock desperate to be freed.

She feels my hardness between her legs, pressing up against her pussy. She draws back and keeps my head in her hands, “Can I suck your dick please?” Her big green eyes look up at me and my heart melts while my cock hardens even more.

This woman just asked if she could suck my dick. I guess it really is lucky me.

I respond with the only thing I can think of, “please.”

I slide my sweats off and am sitting with my bare ass on her couch. I lean back into the cushion and watch as she gets on her knees between my legs. Her small hands wrap around my cock, her fingertips barely touching and both fists still not covering the length of me.

My dick looks so good in her hands and her slow strokes are killing me. She runs her tongue in circles around the tip, teasing me.

“Please, please keep going.”

She loves my begging. She takes the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking and twirling her tongue. She starts to bob her head up and down, fitting as much of me into her mouth as she can.

My mind is blank. I haven’t had a good blowjob in months and getting to look down at this perfect woman with my cock in her mouth is enough to make me cum.

She’s shoving my dick deep in her throat then circling her hands over and over, up and down my cock. Taking turns between her hands and her throat. I can feel my balls and my lower stomach start to tighten.

“Ivy, you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.”

She glances up at me while sliding her mouth down my dick again. I let out a moan and just let my head fall back on the couch. She knows she’s going to make me bust and I just need to relax and let her do what she wants to me.

Soon she’s going faster and the tightening in my hips is getting stronger. I need to cum soon. “Fuck, that’s it. Keep going.”

Ivy’s mouth and hands are working my cock and I try to give her warning that I’m cumming, but it hits me hard and fast. I let out a loud moan, followed by another. My body is jerking and my dick is pulsing in her mouth, filling her throat with my cum.

She lets me finish my orgasm and swallows. She licks my dick clean and lightly swirls her tongue around my sensitive balls. This forces another quiet moan out of me.

This woman is amazing. The fantasizing I had done about her before is nothing compared to this.

“Fuck, Ivy. Holy. Fuck.” My eyes are closed, head still against the couch cushion. I can’t move. My body is in what I like to call, “post nut peace” and I cannot find the will to move.

Ivy gets back on the couch next to me and curls up under my arm. She kisses my cheek and says, “Sorry… I was just craving some dick and you were too hot to resist.”

She just apologized… for sucking my dick… not just sucking. That was the best head I have ever had.

“Never apologize for that. Use me anytime you want.”

We stayed there for a while. We both fell asleep on the couch, tipsy and cuddled up like we hadn’t just met.

Once we woke up, she asked if I would come cuddle with her in bed until she fell asleep. Of course I said yes, not even hoping for sex. I just enjoyed being there with her.

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