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I remember the first day I met him. I was moving into my apartment and he was my only immediate neighbour. My mom had come along to help me with moving but she and I were struggling to figure out how to get the gas heating boiler working and the estate agent was no help at all. The main door slammed and footsteps came up the communal staircase. I rushed out hoping to find someone to ask for help only to see this broad-shouldered, dark-haired, bearded hunk of a man walking up the stairs.

“Oh! Hello, Hi. Eh… do you live here?” I asked. “I’m moving in opposite…” I gestured toward my open front door.

He reached the top of the stairs and stood beside me, 6ft tall, wearing black Canterbury sweat pants and a hoodie and smelling amazing. “Yes, I do. Hi, new neighbour. I’m Mike.” he smiled and held out his hand to shake mine. “Sorry I’m a bit sweaty from rugby.” he gave an apologetic laugh.

His hand was warm and enveloped mine and I tried not to make it obvious that I was immediately attracted to him. “Sal.” I offered. My mom appeared behind me. “This is my mom.” I introduced them. “She’s helping me move in.”

Mike shook her hand. “Nice to meet you both.” he smiled at us. He helped us with the boiler problems, showed us round the complex, explained the general housekeeping matters and gave us a tour of his own apartment.

After that initial meeting our interactions were brief and related to goings-on in and around our apartment complex. He was 2 years younger than me, he worked long hours in the City and had a girlfriend he only saw at weekends. I worked a 9 -5 in a local medical centre and had been single for 2 years already. He was a very good neighbour, very chivalrous, a real gentleman, always looking out for me as a single woman living on my own. He put my bins out, took in parcels for me, and checked on me when my cooking set off the fire alarm. We rarely crossed paths but left messages on Post-It notes on each other’s front doors when we needed to let the other know something important about the apartment complex. I felt lucky to have such a good neighbour and even let his habit of mansplaining slide. My heart beat wildly any time we talked and I felt my face flush. I knew he wasn’t interested in me romantically but that didn’t stop me fantasising about him.

We’d been neighbours for nearly 3 years when we finally started to have longer conversations as we stood on our communal landing. I noticed he’d been around a lot more, he’d noticed I was working longer hours. We bonded over our work woes, financial situations and dislike of the neighbours downstairs. He disclosed that he’d quit his job and was starting his own business but his mom wasn’t pleased. I disclosed I was being bullied by my boss and getting in to debt but I couldn’t get another job.

One sticky Summer evening we chatted for an hour and a half, our front doors propped open as we stood out in our communal hall. Both of us wearing the type of comfy, worn out clothes you only wear around your home and hope no one else will ever see you wearing.

Somehow the conversation shifted and he revealed that, after 6 years together, he and his girlfriend had split up some months earlier, around the same time he’d quit his job. They had planned a holiday to Vegas but at the last minute she said she couldn’t afford to pay the rest of the cost so he had paid for her. On the Ankara bayan escort flight to Vegas she blurted out that she didn’t feel the same about him anymore and wanted to break up. Being the gentleman that he was, he’d continued with the holiday and paid for all her food, drinks and excursions during their 6 days in Vegas. On their return home they parted ways.

I was shocked and I couldn’t hide my reaction. My face can’t lie. He was now at the angry stage, he told me all the things he’d encouraged her to do with her studies and her job that she was now happily flaunting on Facebook, the plans they’d made together and what he’d worked for and hoped for their future together. I was stunned and sad for him and told him so. I didn’t know what else to say, I didn’t know the woman so I didn’t want to start bashing her but what a way to break up with someone! I felt so bad for him, he was such a nice guy.

I asked if I could give him a hug. Surprisingly he agreed and stepped towards me, scooping me up in arms. He wrapped his arms round my waist and squeezed me to him. I stood on my tiptoes and slid my arms round his neck, hugging him. He hugged me tightly and held me in his embrace for a long time. It was the most satisfying hug I’d had in a long time.

“Sorry, I haven’t had any human contact for so long!” he laughed awkwardly as he stood back. “Since I left my job and I’m on my own most of the time…” he gestured towards his apartment. “You know?” he asked, smiling at me.

I nodded sympathetically. “I understand completely, don’t worry.” I said. “We should spend more time together. The rugby’s on this weekend, you should come over and we could watch it together.” I offered. He raised his eyebrows in thought. “Otherwise we’ll both be sitting on our own across the hall from each other watching it.” I laughed.

He didn’t answer, he stood gazing at me and just as I started to feel self-conscious he kissed me. I was taken aback and let out a muffled gasp then kissed him back. We kissed frantically, passionately, his tongue devouring mine as his stubble rubbed on my face. His hands groped my body and I grasped his back. We breathed in short, heavy pants as we kissed. He stepped forward, pushing me against the wall, his hands groping my big, braless breasts over my oversized t-shirt and I felt his cock hardening in his jeans while he thrust against me. It was just like I’d fantasised. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to feel his cock inside me, I had this urge that I’d never acted on before but now he was offering it to me. My pussy clenched at the thought and I actually felt a trickle as the wetness dripped out into my pants.

He stopped briefly and we looked intently at each other, breathing heavily. I moved over the threshold of my apartment and he stepped towards me, pulling his t-shirt off over his head and unbuttoning his jeans as he followed me into my bedroom. We kissed frantically as we undressed ourselves at breakneck speed and I remembered I wasn’t groomed for the occasion. I told him so in between kisses and he said he didn’t care. I threw myself back on my unmade bed and caught sight of him completely naked for the first time. I wasn’t disappointed. He looked almost exactly as I had imagined all those times I’d made myself come thinking about him.

His dark chest hair covered his toned chest Escort bayan Ankara and his snail trail led down over defined abs to his massive throbbing cock. It was so hard that it sat straight out from his body, his foreskin already slightly pulled back so the head was quite exposed, pre-cum dripping from it. He climbed on the bed and I grasped his thighs. He lay me back as we kissed and his fingers immediately went for my pussy. He groaned feeling how wet I was and slid 2 fingers inside me. We both gasped and groaned. I sat up, grasping his cock. His foreskin hardly moved as I stroked my hand up and down his cock then quickly slid the head into my mouth. He moaned and his breathing jerked. Seems he was a moaner and I instantly got wetter.

“Yeah. Oh yeah.” he groaned as I sucked his cock. It was girthy and I had to be extra careful to avoid scraping him with my teeth. “You’re so wet.” he groaned as he finger fucked me. The sound of it was loud and turned me on even more. I groaned with my mouth round his cock and he inhaled sharply. “Tell me what you want me to do to you!” he groaned.

I took his cock out of my mouth and spat the excess saliva down his length, stroking it with my hand. “Fuck me, I want your cock inside me.” I moaned, the anticipation of it finally coming true was overwhelming and made me tremble.

“Fuck! Look how wet you are!” He withdrew his fingers and held them up to show me them covered in my juices. He slid them back inside me and his eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned as he felt my wetness before he withdrew them again. “Taste yourself.” he groaned, thrusting his hand towards me, sliding his fingers into my mouth and holding my gaze while I licked my juices off his fingers. His face contorted and he sighed and groaned. I lay back and got a condom from the drawer, opened it and let him put it on. He kneeled between my legs and slid inside me with a groan. I gasped at his girth filling me.

“Mmm your pussy’s so tight.” he groaned. I agreed and moaned getting used to the feeling of his cock inside me. I lifted my legs up on to his chest and squeezed them together. “Holy good fuck, you’re tight. FUCK, you feel good Sal.” Mike moaned as he thrust steadily into me.

“Yeah, your cock is so full inside me. Fuck me, fuck me.” I moaned desperately, grasping his thighs. My breath and voice jerked at the force of him. I watched his face as he winced and frowned and moaned loudly as he fucked me. My bed squeaked and banged against the wall with the force.

He stopped and pulled out and turned me over into doggy. He slid his cock right back inside and held my hips as he fucked me. I groaned and panted under his force. “Yeah that pussy is dripping.” he moaned.

“Harder, Mike. Fuck me.” I groaned as I rubbed my clit. He thrust harder. “Yeah, that’s so good.” I groaned.

“It’s so hot when you tell me to fuck you.” he panted.

I laughed and moaned cos I loved saying it. “Mmm fuck me.” I groaned. He grunted as he pushed further inside me then stopped and leaned over, kissing my back. I glanced back at him.

“I’m so close.” he panted. “But I want to hear you come.”

“I’m nearly there, my clit is so sensitive.” I groaned. He began shorter thrusts. “Ohh fuck that’s so deep.” I groaned as I rubbed my clit harder. “Yeah fuck me, Mike.” He leaned back and grasped my hips Bayan escort Ankara and fucked me in good, hard thrusts as he groaned and grunted. All of it helped get me to the edge. I moaned and yelled desperately. “Fuck me, yeah fuck my pussy. I’m gonna come.” I lost all sense of myself. “I’m gonna come so hard, fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled as I came hard, my body writhed and I made inhumane noises.

“Oh fuck yeah come, come.” Mike fucked me hard and he made loud, gutteral moaning noises as our bodies slapped together. “Fuck, your pussy’s tight. FUCK yeah.” he exclaimed as he felt me come. I had barely finished and the strong aftershocks raced through me when he thrust fast and hard into me. “Aww fuck I’m coming. Fuck yeah. Oh!” he moaned and grunted. He groaned loud, gutteral noises and thrust hard into me as he came. For a moment I wished he wasn’t wearing a condom so I could feel the force of him coming inside me. We both collapsed down on the bed, panting and gasping. I felt him pull out and heard the snap of him pulling off the condom. “Where’s the bin?” he asked, still catching his breath.

“Bathroom.” I replied breathlessly, indicating where that was even though he knew cos his apartment had the same layout. He got up and went into the bathroom and I turned onto my back on the bed. I heard him opening and closing the pedal bin then washing his hands. As he walked from the bathroom back into my bedroom he picked up his clothes and started getting dressed. He stood at the foot of the bed, not really knowing where to look as he put on his jeans. I didn’t know what to do or say either, I grasped at the duvet and pulled it over me.

He scratched his head and avoided eye contact. “Ehh so I guess I’ll let you know about the rugby at the weekend then?” he asked. I pursed my lips in an awkward smile, shrugged and agreed. He turned quickly and made his way out my open front door and through his own open front door into his apartment. “Oh fuck!” I heard him exclaim in a heavy sigh then he quickly returned to shut his door.

I got up, put on my robe and lifted my trail of clothes off the floor as I went to close my front door. I was still high from the frantic fucking with my hot neighbour and I had at least another orgasm waiting. I washed my face with cold water, I frantically tidied my living room, I boiled the kettle and drank a cup of tea then I ran a bath hoping it would finally calm the restlessness left by the adrenaline rush but as I turned off the taps the front door knocked. I opened it to see Mike there, having composed himself. “I kinda want to apologise but not cos that was fucking awesome.” he raised his eyebrows and held out his hands in a shrug. I laughed, shrugged and nodded as I folded my arms and leaned against the door frame. “We don’t know each other really but I hope you know I’m not a fuckboy and I know you’re not in the habit of that sorta thing either so I wanted to check you’re OK?” he asked.

I smiled as the gentleman that Mike was, was checking I was alright after he’d fucked me so good. “You miss the company, right?” I asked. He shrugged and nodded, embarrassed. “No harm done. I didn’t realise how much I needed it myself until it happened.” He looked relieved and surprised all at once. “Yeah, we’re cool.” I said.

“Cool. OK. Right.” he said then turned round to go back into his apartment. I stood where I was leaning on the door frame. He turned back quickly. “I will let you know about the rugby.” he nodded. I smiled and nodded as I looked at him then watched him go back into his apartment and shut the door.

As I shut my front door and went to get into the bath, I giggled to myself thinking about what had happened. Wow.

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