xnxx stories: The guy the neighbor and the virgin. Author: RobertMcCullum. This story is including: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Transsexual genres. A new neighbor has more than I would have guessed. Boxes in the hall and sweaty workmen moving them into the apartment across from mine. This is what I find on a Saturday morning when I go outside. A new neighbor. Hope he or she is better than the last one. An old hag who was always complaining about everything. Finally kicked the bucket. I turn to walk away.
xnxx stories: The guy the neighbor and the virgin
Author: RobertMcCullum
“Hi, you must be my new neighbor.”
Certainly doesn’t sound like an old hag, sounds quite nice actually. I turn around and see that the voice is surpassed by the visual that greets me. A knock out blond with all the features that would launch a thousand ships. Before my brain can register every detail of her, it tells me that she looks a bit overdressed for moving day. High heel shoes, short black skirt and a frilly white blouse covering a substantial bust. Stupid brain, a gorgeous woman stands before you and you think about why she’s not dressed for box moving.
Suddenly I snap back into reality and realize that I might have been standing there like an idiot.
“Uhm,. Yes, hi. ”
Hoping the staring went unnoticed, I extend my hand.
“Nathan.”
“Brenda.”
I take her hand. It’s soft and delicate. The smile that comes with the hand is enough to make a good dog break his leash. And before my mind wanders again I continue the conversation.
“Nice to meet you.”
“You as well. Have you lived here long?”
“A couple of years now. It’s nice, you picked a good place to live.”
“Good to know. Nice neighbors?”
“You’re replacing the one we all didn’t like, so yes.”
“I’ll try to be an improvement then. I have to get back to it, before they put everything in the wrong place.”
“Good luck with that. Knock on my door if there’s anything I can do.”
“I will.”
With that, she strode off.
I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve this, but I must have some good karma. The apartments in my building are on the small side, not really suited for couples, so there’s a good chance the knockout is single.
That evening, there is a knock on the door. Thinking I’ll never be that lucky, I walk over and open it. My heart skips a beat as standing there is the result of my, apparently great karma.
“Hallo again.”
“Hi. Sorry to disturb you, but would you happen to have a hammer I could borrow?”
“Sure, are you tenderizing some steaks?”
Smiling she replies, “no I want to hang some pictures on the wall.”
“With a hammer?”
“Yes.”
“The walls are solid concrete, even with Thor’s hammer, it be difficult.”
“And you don’t have Mjölnir? ”
“Uhm, no. But I do have a drill you can borrow.”
“Excellent!”
“It’s in the basement, I’ll get it for you.”
I grab my keys and tell her that I’ll be right back. On return to the floor with my toolbox, her apartment door is open. I knock and enter, closing the door behind me. Most of her stuff is unpacked already. There’s a long black sofa that wraps into a corner, some designer coffee table and a small dinner table that would seat four. Other than that no decorations.
“The sweaty workmen did their jobs well, I see.”
“Ah yes, their where very helpful.”
“I see. Well here’s the toolbox. Would you like me to?”
“If you don’t mind, can I try myself? You know, girl power and all that.”
“Absolutely, have at it. I’ll let you get to it. I’m at home tomorrow, knock when you’re done.”
“Thank you so much.“
“No problem.”
We wish each other a good night and I beat a retreat.
The next morning, coming home from a run, I see that the door to my new neighbors apartment is open. When I approach I hear some cursing. Nothing major but a definite indicator that something’s wrong. I knock on the door and ask, “are you oke?”
“Yes, come in.”
Upon entering I’m greeted not only by my new neighbor, but by what I’m assuming is a friend. A woman almost the opposite of Brenda. Messy brown hair, thick rimmed glasses and build more, let say sturdy. Not ugly, but if you would have to use a word I guess, frumpy would be it. The denim coveralls she’s wearing aren’t helping matters.
“This is my friend, Nicole.”
We shake hands and I ask, “so what seems to be the problem?”
I look at the wall and see several holes but not any of them deep enough to fit a plug.
“Your drill doesn’t seem to work on this wall,” Nicole says.
“May I?” I extend my hand to Nicole who is holding the drill.
Upon inspecting it, I see they’ve mounted a bit for drilling wood and the hammer setting is not engaged. I flip the switch to correct the second problem and handing the drill back to Nicole I tell her to mount the right drill bit.
When Nicole applies the drill to the wall this time it goes in like through butter. A cheer erupts from the two ladies and they high five. Nicole then takes a screw from a case and applies it to the wall. I stop her with,
“uhm,.. what are you doing now?”
“Putting the screw in the wall,” she snarks back.
“Shouldn’t you put in a plug first?”
“Why would I plug the hole up?”
I explain the plug, screw function, all the while Nicole is staring at me with a look, that might say I’m offending her, “I am woman, hear me roar,” outlook on the world. In the end I volunteer my services again and this time Brenda, looking at all the failed attempts in her wall, accepts. To add insult to injury I ask if they can get the vacuum cleaner. I replace the drill bit for a larger one to make room for the plug and ask Nicole to put the nozzle of the vacuum under the drill.
Working as a team we have Brenda’s pictures up, in no time at all. While I’m packing up my toolbox I’m invited to dinner. I accept on the condition, that no power tools will be used in the preparation of the meal. This is met with laughter from Brenda and a snarky chuckle from her friend.
I go home to clean up and on my return the table is set and Brenda brings out a pasta dish.
“For my hard workers,” Brenda exclaims.
“I’m so happing everything is hung!”
We sit down to eat. During dinner I find out that the two women know each other from work. They work at a retirement home where Brenda is a nurse and Nicole works as an administrative assistant. This is also where they met and became friends, some seven years ago. Nicole lives with her parents across town and, so they tell me, regularly stays over.
My mind makes, a probably incorrect, assumption about a thirty something, still living at home with her parents, “virgin, Jesus freak.”
The conversation is light, focusing mostly on our backgrounds and history, parents, jobs, vacations, that sort of stuff. Under the table though a different tale is told. Brenda, who is sitting across from me, has placed the top of her foot against my calf muscle and is ever so slightly moving it up and down. Every once in a while our eyes meet and she gives me the slightest of smiles.
“She’s flirting with me,” I conclude to my excitement.
When Nicole is deep into a story about some youth group she coaches, Brenda’s foot travels all the way up to my knee. While biting her lip she throws me a bigger smile then all the other ones before. I’m staring at her now, which becomes a problem when Nicole asks, “what do you think, Nathan?”
Fuck, I missed her entire story, so the best I can manage is, “huh?”
“What do you think about the absence of faith in our culture?”
Thinking I was right about the Jesus freak thing, I answer, “I’m not very religious. So….”
“Another one. You two will get along famously,” Nicole gestures to Brenda an me.
“God, I hope so,” I think.
“I’m sure we will,” Brenda says.
This breaks up dinner and Nicole informs us she’s going home. The two women hug and say their goodbyes. When it’s just the two of us, I offer to help out with the dishes. She will not hear of it, saying I’ve helped enough today. We spend a little time chatting on the couch. I ask about Nicole and get told that she’s been raised in a very strict household, was never allowed to date and still lives at home because her father will not allow her to live on her own.
“That’s a little fucked up”
“No sweetie, that’s a lot fucked up. So tell me about you, any girls in your life?”
“Not at the moment. Broke up with the last one a few months ago. You?”
“No no, where still on you. What happened? Couldn’t get it up anymore?”
Her frank an humorous style of communicating is quite enjoyable and very relaxing.
“The equipment is working fine, thank you. It’s just I wasn’t willing to use it, the way she wanted it.”
“Anal?”
“No, I would have been fine with that. She wanted kids. I don’t. So, you?”
“Alas I too am alone. I lived together with my last guy. When we broke up, I moved here. Ironically he broke it off for the same reason.”
“Breeders, it’s not like the world isn’t already full enough. No, we need to create some more.”
“Right, and we’re the outsiders because we’re not interested in adding to the population.”
This amuses us to the point of laughter. I’m thinking to myself that it’s going great and I might have a good
chance of. Before I can finish that thought I’m interrupted, “I’ve got an early shift tomorrow, so I’m kicking you out.”
Disappointed, I get up from the couch. I however do realize that because I live across the hall, this interruption is minor and we’ll be able to pick this up soon. At the door Brenda kisses my cheek and whispers, “thank you,” in my ear. “If you hadn’t stepped in, I would have a wall full of holes and no hanging pictures.”
“You’re welcome and thank you for dinner. Next time I’ll cook.”
“I’d like that.”
Our last words for the evening spoken, her door closes and I open mine. Sitting on my own couch I loosen my belt and jeans so to give some room to the raging hard on I’d been sporting ever since her foot started caressing my leg. While fantasizing about her mouth around my cock or her tits bouncing while she rides me, I help myself until, cum bursts from me and onto my shirt.
After dumping a load in the washing machine I head off to bed. During the night I wake to dreams of fucking Brenda. Once again I need release. This girl is really going to mess with my head.
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