The lady gave Jake a friendly smile before closing the door to her house, food delivery carton in her hands. She had answered the door in nothing but her bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head, and Jake had tried his hardest to not gawk at her generous cleavage during their brief interaction. For a few seconds, he imagined that he was in one of those porn scenarios, before reality hit him and reminded him that it doesn’t work that way. The lady had been a bit older, probably in her forties, but her body was so hot in that robe. Her breasts were big and heavy, and her legs were long and well-trained. She had only been a couple of inches shorter than him.
With a pulsing ache in his crotch, Jake walked back to his car and got in the driver’s seat. His old black sedan smelled of the greasy air from 6 hours of food delivery work. This was not going to be the rest of his life, he had already decided. While he didn’t hate his job per-se, the tips were decent and some deliveries, such as the last one for today he had just delivered to, were a nice bonus, he had bigger ideas of becoming an entrepreneur, which he had already started calling himself in social outings. This way he’d really have to become one, or he would look pretty stupid, he had figured out.
Jake sighed, turned on his car, and put into gear. The drive home was a dull affair, but at least the late hour meant that the worst of traffic was already over. He was pretty zoned out for most of it, and barely noticed arriving at his apartment complex. A big part of him wanted to lie down in bed and pass out already, but he knew that he would feel guilty about not getting his daily practice in, so that he could finally start building the life he wanted for himself. He would postpone the decision until after he had washed the cooking grease out of his clothes, he decided, and walked up the stairs to his floor of the building.
After locking the door to his apartment, Jake switched on the light in the hallway, and took off his shoes. His apartment was a small one, consisting of a combined bedroom and home office, a small kitchen with the bare minimum equipment, and an even smaller bathroom with a standing shower. The bedroom-office was as messy as ever, with clothes strewn about on the floor, and a bed that couldn’t remember the last time it had been made properly. In one corner was the office section, if one could call it that. There was a small coffee table boosted on top of a couple of empty beer crates, to give it the needed height for the typical armrest-less office chair with wheels. On top of the table was a laptop, which Jake used to conduct his “entrepreneurship”, and learn about web development as often as he could, so he could acquire some actual practical skills to put his entrepreneurship to use with.
The far wall of the room was covered with windows, as well as a door to a modest balcony. Jake enjoyed going out there for fresh air and to take in the view, which was mostly just the street below. This he decided to do, before he would go take a shower to wash the grease out of his body, and then hopefully not be too exhausted to knock out an hour or so of learning on the computer. He could use a break out in the air to clear his mind a bit.
He put the slippers that he had conveniently placed next to the balcony door on his feet and stepped outside. A small table and plastic chair were the only furniture on the balcony, and the air was still warm even though it was mostly dark outside. An acrid smell of lit cigarettes lingered in the air, and Jake noticed wisps of smoke in the corner of his right eye. Was there something going on in the apartment next door? It had been empty for a while now, Jake’s part of town wasn’t exactly the most competitive when it came to looking for rentals.
Turning to his right, he saw a woman leaning over the railing of the next balcony, looking wistful with a glass of red wine in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. It was still warm outside, and she was wearing a blue sundress. Her body was curvy, and she was of medium height, with large breasts barely held back by the fabric of her dress. Was she wearing a bra? Jake couldn’t tell from this angle. Her dark brown hair went down to her shoulders in long curly strands, and her tanned skin had an olive tone. Her eyes were dark and forlorn.
“Nice evening, isn’t it? I’m Jake.” He decided to break the ice, and the woman startled slightly before turning to face him. “Did you just move in? I haven’t seen you around here before.” Her facial expression shifted from surprise to relief, and she gazed him up and down with a hint of slyness in her dark eyes.
The woman gathered herself, and responded. “Hi Jake. Yeah, just yesterday, actually. I have some things to sort out, and I’m kind of new to this part of town. Oh yeah, my name is Lorelei.” She put the half-burnt cigarette to her full lips and took a deep drag. Her eyes were looking off to the side, as if distracted by something. She seemed to be in her forties, if Jake had to guess. He had a bit of a thing for older women, and she was embodying everything about that thing. A full figure with generous curves, standing steadily on a pair of long, world-weary legs. A hint of wistful darkness was in her expression, that otherwise said that she was a woman who knew what she wanted. Damn, she was hot. Jake had to consciously remind himself to be polite when greeting a new neighbor.
“Cool. Welcome, I guess. Yeah.” Trying not to visibly cringe at his own awkwardness, Jake pretended to see something interesting on the horizon. His new neighbor was a sexy older woman, and he was at a loss for words, suddenly finding himself stuck in his head, mired in feelings of guilt over putting off his evening studies, trying to find something interesting to say. Lorelei averted her expectant gaze after a few long seconds of silence, as if to see what had caught Jake’s eye on the horizon. There wasn’t anything but quiet apartment complexes made of brick.
“Cool. So yeah, let me know if you need anything, I guess. I’m gonna go call it a night I think. Cool. Yeah, see you around.” His tired brain managed to excuse him enough to go back inside where he would only be awkward to himself. He tried to yawn convincingly.
Lorelei looked back at him with a curious expression. “Good night, Jake. See you around.”
Jake quietly exhaled after closing the balcony door behind him. He hadn’t been mentally prepared for that encounter, and his thoughts were beating him up for his awkward behavior, as usually happens. After gathering himself and taking a few more steps away from the balcony door, he decided to dare a peek backwards and out the balcony windows. Lorelei was still there, he could see her dark curly hair strands that touched her shoulders in the light breeze. Her shoulders, where the thin blue straps were barely holding up her dress. In his mind, Jake’s hands wandered up her back under those straps…
His right hand had wandered down to his crotch, he discovered, and was firmly grasping the throbbing bulge that was building there. He needed a shower before doing anything else that evening, he decided, and went into the bathroom. First, his shirt came off, revealing a chiseled and toned chest. Jake wasn’t the biggest man in town, but was he was young and tall with a tone people would usually describe as “ripped”. Next, he took off his pants and underwear, reveling his equally toned legs, and pulsing cock.
Stepping into the running shower, he lathered his curly black hair with shampoo, feeling the warm water splash down his body, coming off the edge of his erect dick like a thin waterfall. He then lathered up his body, moving his hands across his torso in circular motions, that went lower and lower with each rotation, eventually guiding his eager hand to grab his throbbing member.
With a moan, he started jerking his cock up and down. He thought about the sexy lady who had greeted him in nothing but a towel, revealing her full curvy figure. More so, he thought about Lorelei, and what he wanted to do with her. He wanted to go out on her balcony, fondle her big tits with an embrace from behind while smelling her dark brown hair, and shove his cock into her waiting pussy, that was bare under her blue sundress. He wanted to fuck her hard like that, until he exploded. And so he did. His hand pulled all the way back to his torso, still grasping his cock, and thick ropes of cum shot out of its throbbing head, splattering all over the shower wall tiles. As his orgasm washed over his body in pulses, his eyes strained close, and he let out a moan through his teeth, hopefully muffled from the neighbors by the shower noise.
A few blissful minutes later, Jake stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and empty-headed. He was unlikely to get anything productive done that evening, he knew from experience of mind-blowing shower orgasms. And so, relaxed, he went to bed and drifted off to sleep.
The next day was one of routine. After waking up and halfheartedly brushing his teeth in a daze, he washed down the minty toothpaste with a cup of instant coffee. Feeling more energized, he got into his car to get to work for the day. There was still a faint lingering smell of grease inside. Jake wasn’t sure if he’d ever get it out while he was paying his bills with the delivery hustle. At least he might encounter that hot lady in the bathrobe again. He had to keep his hopes up for something.
A largely uneventful day of driving around with greasy boxes later, Jake decided that he was going to have a more productive evening than the last one. He had to keep a disciplined routine up with his web development studies if we was ever to make an easier living for himself. But, not before getting some fresh air, he decided after seeing the wisps of smoke outside his balcony window.
He took a deep breath and tried to think of something clever to say while opening the balcony door. He didn’t manage to.
“Hi!” Lorelei said in a gleeful tone, with hints of a smirk on her face. She was wearing the same sundress as last time, and turned to face him. In her right hand was a glass of white wine, and her left hand returned the cigarette to her mouth. She took a drag, put the still burning cigarette in a small ashtray on the edge of her balcony, and wrapped her arm under her heavy breasts. Jake realized that he should probably respond to her greeting.
“Heya!” he said. Too cheerful, he thought, and made himself smile back at her, trying not to get lost in how sexy his new neighbor looked in the evening sun. She was definitely not one to wear a bra on her balcony visits, judging from the way her thick nipples protruded through the fabric of her dress. If the dress were a fraction of an inch lower, Jake was sure that he would be able to discern the color of her areolas. “So, balcony again, huh?” he said, cleverly.
A smirk formed in Lorelei’s tanned face. “That makes it twice! Have you been stalking me?” she asked, playfully. Her eyes locked with Jake’s expectantly, and as her left arm went to grab the cigarette from the ash tray, her breasts appeared to sink ever so slightly. It was almost low enough to display her areolas, but not quite. Jake tried to get his mind off the whereabouts of her dress and come up with an answer. She seemed to be in a coy and flirty kind of mood, which didn’t make it easier to break through his mental exhaustion from the day’s work, and the ever-present distraction of his hot neighbor’s revealing dress.
“Yeah, haha. No. I haven’t. Unless?” Was the best response his swimming brain could come up with on the spot. He decided to try and steer the conversation in a simpler direction. If he was prepared, he thought, he could usually be clever and flirty. But, on evenings like this one after a long day of working, he was far from his sharpest. When out on dates, prepared and in the right mood, he was Mr Coy-And-Charming. He had been on quite some dates lately, somehow not much came out of them. “So… How uh, how are you settling in to this part of town?”
Lorelei’s smirk remained, and she briefly raised her eyebrows. “Well, I got most of my stuff into the apartment… I don’t really know anybody around here. The neighborhood seems nice, though, I’ve had a bit of a look around.” Her big dark brown eyes stayed locked with Jake’s, and he found himself looking away at nothing in particular on the street below. He felt tense and anxious, unable to relax himself, somehow lacking direction? He wondered. “Where do I take this? She’s so hot, and we’ll probably keep running into each other,” he hoped he didn’t think out loud. His thoughts were interrupted, as Lorelei reached across the gap between their balconies, a pack of cigarettes in her hand. In the corner of his eye, Jake could see the dress slipping down another fraction of an inch. “Want one?”
“Sure!” Jake responded gleefully without a second thought. He had never smoked before in his life. Well, he was about to find out what it was like. He grabbed the pack from his neighbor’s outstretched hand, and has their fingers brushed, he could feel a jolt go through his body. After taking out a cigarette, he handed the half-full pack back, and received another jolt as she received it. He could have sworn that her slender fingers, with long white-painted nails, lingered intentionally if only for a split-second.
Jake felt the cigarette between his fingers. He spent a few seconds looking at it, trying to figure out what to do next. Noticing movement in the corner of his eye, he looked up and saw his neighbor’s hand stretched out once again, this time with a lighter. Thankfully, he knew how to operate one of those. Bracing himself for another electrical touch, he took the lighter, tried to smile confidently, and put the cigarette in his mouth.
After ten or so failed flicks, while awkwardly trying to cover his face from the wind with his free hand, he managed to start a flame. The end of the cigarette started glowing. Jake hated himself a tiny bit, but he had done worse for less. For what, this time? He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, or where he should be taking things. He took a drag, and inhaled as deeply as he could.
Hot smoke filled his throat, and he started coughing wildly. “Heh… Been a while now,” he tried to say smoothly, not entirely sure why. He coughed some more. Lorelei was now full-on grinning, showing her slightly yellowed teeth. She looked as if she was struggling to stifle a laugh. Bringing the wine glass up to her semi-open mouth, she took a big sip.
“So, Jake. What’s your story?” she asked.
The tension finally seemed to ease up a bit, and the conversation relaxed. Jake told his new neighbor about his daily tiring life as a delivery courier, and his aspirations of entrepreneurship. He was trying to learn web development in his spare time, hoping to get some kind of online business going, or at least a better career for himself. Lorelei told her story about her recent divorce, how she had left a childless, loveless marriage, and all the stress the process had put on her. Finding a new place to live, having to start over, and everything that comes with it.
“I’m a bit of a mess right now,” Lorelei said. “If I wasn’t, I’d try to be more presentable, and not introduce myself to my new neighbors as a smoking alcoholic. I hope I’m not making a terrible first impression.” There was a slight slur to her words, and Jake figured that she must be a few glasses in already. The tension was gone now. Jake wasn’t sure what to do.
The cigarette had burnt to a stump now, and Jake hoped that Lorelei hadn’t noticed that he had barely taken two drags during their whole conversation. He discreetly dropped it on his balcony floor, deciding that he would deal with it later. The two of them spent a while looking out wistfully on the street, Lorelei continuing to sip on her wine. The glass was getting empty.
She picked up the cigarette pack and took one out. “Hey neighbor,” she said after a few seconds of thinking, with slightly more slurring than before. “You still got my lighter don’t you?”
Jake realized that he was still holding on to it, and stretched out over the balcony to hand it over to Lorelei. She reached out, not grabbing the lighter, but clasping her fingers around his ever so gently. “Thanks,” she said, after lingering for several seconds. Jake felt waves creep up his outstretched arm, making his hairs stand up. He dropped the lighter in her hand, and looked away from her smiling face. Her eyes were starting to get a bit glassy, he noticed. What a hot mess she was.
“Well, I should be going back inside. Have a good night, Lorelei,” he said, smiled somewhat awkwardly, and turned around to go back into his apartment.
“We have to stop meeting like this. I could get used to it.” Jake turned around and got another look at his neighbor. Her arm was once again folded under her breasts, her wine glass now empty. He smiled again, and went inside.
After closing the balcony door behind him and closing the blinders, he took a deep breath. He finally noticed that his cock was hard as diamonds. He had of course felt it during the conversation with Lorelei, but then, it had just felt like a natural part of the world. Like his brain would not alert him to it, because of course he would be rock hard while talking to her. But back inside, it was sticking out like a throbbing bulge from the crotch of his pants. He would have to take another shower like yesterday evening before he was going to be able to get anything done at all. And so, he started to undress.
A few days later, Jake was in his car, doing his deliveries. This delivery in particular had given him a reason to be excited. He recognized the name it was for, Jennifer. A few days ago, she had received her delivery wearing nothing but a bathrobe, and the image had been stuck in Jake’s mind since. He would think about her curvy, mature body in that bathrobe, trying to imagine what it may look like underneath. Perhaps she would wear it again this time? He dared hope for it. It was the little things that got him through the otherwise dull work day.
His heart started beating faster as he parked his car on the street outside Jennifer’s house. He grabbed a brown paper bag with the contents of the order, some meal from a restaurant, he didn’t bother to check what it was. Stepping out of the car with the bag, he walked up the driveway towards the front door, thoughts of his previous encounter and images of bathrobe-clad Jennifer in his head. He couldn’t help but feel a bit slimy because of this, but, he hoped to see her in the same state again. As long as he didn’t actually do anything creepy, he could forgive himself.
The front door opened when he was halfway there, and a blue-eyed woman with still-drying messy blondish hair stood in the doorway. Jennifer. This time, her upper body was wrapped in a towel, but she was otherwise completely naked from head to toe. Or so Jake guessed. If she was fresh out of the shower, again, would she have bothered to put on panties? The shape of her big, heavy breasts was obvious under the towel, and he could swear that her pussy mound was hiding just behind the lower hem, right in between her long and thick thighs. Jake tried to act completely natural.
“Heya, got your food right here for ya.” Too cheerful, he thought to himself. He always sounded like that when full of adrenaline.
Jennifer smiled with her bright blue eyes. “Thank you so much honey,” she said, and held out her arms to receive the order. Sadly for Jake, the towel clung tightly to her body as she did so. He handed over the bag with a genuine smile, and a “here you go ma’am” followed by a “you have a great day now”. Her eyes held on to his for a few extra seconds, as if she was trying to figure him out.
“You too! Bye now,” she finally said, taking a step back and closing the door. Jake exhaled. He hoped that his conduct had been professional enough to keep her around as a customer. He also thought that if he gets any more regular delivery customers like her, he would probably have to see a doctor about his heart.
As he drove home, he reflected on his encounters with Jennifer, in between picturing her alternatingly wearing nothing but a bathrobe, and nothing but a towel. Was she doing it on purpose? Did she enjoy teasing him? Was it him in particular, or did she have a habit of doing this? Was greeting strangers at her front door almost naked simply nothing strange to her? He didn’t know what to think, but a big part of him hoped that he would continue delivering to Jennifer. The same part also hoped that Lorelei would be home, drinking and smoking on the balcony, as she had a habit of doing. Jake was probably half her age, but maybe she thought he was cute? Maybe one day, she would even invite him over?
His hopes were fulfilled right as he got home and saw the wisps of smoke outside the balcony window. This time, he would be more prepared. Women wanted a guy with confidence, he knew, and that was what he was going to show his neighbor lady this evening. He thought about changing clothes, into something hotter. Maybe fix his hair? No. That would show that he had put in too much effort. Better go out all casual in his work outfit. He was wearing a grey t-shirt printed with some ancient rock band. The print had faded too much to be discernible. Jeans with genuinely-ripped knees and a pair of brown sneakers clad his lower body. He took a few breaths, and tried to come up with a witty conversation starter.
“We have to stop meeting like this. You’re a bad influence on me,” he said, before looking towards his neighbor’s balcony. She was wearing a t-shirt this time, blue with a print that was not-quite as faded as Jake’s. The two stiff knobs sticking out through the fabric on her chest made her lack of bra blatantly obvious. On the balcony ledge was an ashtray with a still burning half-smoked cigarette, and a tall glass with something clear and fizzy. Probably not sparkling water. Lorelei was stood with a phone pressed against her ear, and she made a shushing motion, putting her finger before her pursed lips whilst glaring at Jake. Her dark eyes seemed a little bit glazed.
Well, that could have gone smoother, Jake thought to himself. He leaned against the ledge of his own balcony, looking idly at the street below, trying to think of his next move. Lorelei muttered a few “uh-huh”s into her phone, and turned away from him. She seemed to shrink into herself, as her shoulders tensed up. Jake saw her curly dark hair hanging in strands just past her neck. It was unkempt and greasy, glistening somewhat in the evening twilight. He imagined what it must smell like, tobacco and yesterday’s shampoo most likely. He pictured himself grabbing a handful of Lorelei’s hair from behind, hearing her gasp as her head cocked back slightly. Holding her closely, his arm wrapped around her and started searching its way under her t-shirt while he took deep breaths, nose buried deep in her scalp.
“Yeah, I’ll talk to you later. Okay. Bye. Sheesh. Sorry Jake, did you want something?”
He tried to not look as if he was just shaken out of a daydream, as Lorelei addressed him. What was it that he said? He simply repeated it. “We have to stop, uh, meeting like this, cause you’re a bad influence on me.” He tried to summon his confident self again. It seemed to be just beyond reach. His neighbor’s face had a confused and flustered expression, her eyes now more focused on his. She cocked her head to the side, and Jake tried to maintain his best cocky and confident face. After a few seconds of tension, Lorelei rolled her eyes and went for her drink. She also grabbed the cigarette out of the ash tray, a long trail of white ashes scattering into the wind.
She tried taking a drag. The cigarette was no longer lit. “Shit,” she exclaimed, put the drink back down, and looked around, presumably for her lighter. The reply that Jake had hoped for never seemed to come. “Dammit Jake. Can I use your lighter?”
Jake was obviously a fellow smoker, as far as Lorelei knew. Dammit Jake indeed, he thought. Now what? Maintain the smoker facade, along with the confident one? How stupid would he look if he backed down now? “And what do I get in return?” he asked, putting on his best sly smirk. His neighbor seemed to tense up even more, and frowned.
“Yeah, never mind. I probably have one lying around inside somewhere. Good night.” And with that, his hot, older neighbor lady opened her balcony door and disappeared inside. As she went, Jake caught a good glimpse of her lower body. Her hips were curvy, her thighs thick, and she was wearing nothing but a pair of grey boxer-briefs and felt slippers below her waist.
Left standing alone and confused, Jake decided to return inside as well. He sat down at his computer, fully intending to get some studying done. It was difficult, when the aching bulge between his legs kept reminding him of today’s events, first seeing Jennifer greeting him in a towel, and his interaction with Lorelei just now. Despite feeling dumb and confounded about it, the image of her as she went back inside made him feel hotter and hotter. His thoughts got increasingly scattered, and he couldn’t help but rub himself between his legs.
Instead of doing anything he would deem productive, he typed the address of a well-known dating site into his browser. It was a crapshot, but he already had a profile there, and hey, you never knew. Maybe browsing for hot single ladies in the local area would clear his mind, he lied to himself. One particular profile caught his eye. Natalie, 34.
Well over two weeks went by, and Lorelei hadn’t been on the balcony once. Jake had checked several times per evening after work. He could occasionally hear her stumble about through the thin walls between their apartments, so he knew she was still around. At least somebody was. He worried that their last encounter had put her off completely. Maybe he should fine tune his confident act a bit.
These worries, however, did not bother him much at that moment. Last week, he had had mind-blowing sex with Natalie from the dating site. The hotel room and restaurant bills had set him back a couple of weeks, but it had been well worth it. A glowing warmth and filled him after their date, making him feel like he could take on all of his trials and tribulations. Its effect was fading with time, and Jake’s mind started to fill with new worries. Natalie was not responding to his messages whatsoever. He felt like he was being ghosted, and it made him all kinds of anxious. Had he been a bad lay? Was it the way he spoke, or something else? Endless questions plagued his mind.
A few dull days of grinding later, Jake was finding it difficult to sleep. He had sent one last message to Natalie, trying to seem casual. Of course, he had not responded. Anxiety was nagging him as he twisted and turned in his bed, a seemingly endless stream of nagging thoughts and questions of all kinds was flowing through his head. Was he taking Natalie’s rejection this badly? Surely a confident man would not care that much. And yet there he was. Sweaty, fumbling about in his boxers, bedding tangled around his slick legs. This was going to be a long night.
Jake noticed a faint hint of tobacco smoke. Could it be? The sun had long set, but the outside was lit by streetlamps, and the nights did not get that cold around here. There was no reason not to go out for a midnight cigarette, if one so fancied. He untangled the bedding from his legs, and stood up. Hesitating for a brief moment, he opened the blinders and the balcony door, and stepped outside.
Lorelei was standing on her balcony, smoking, no drink to be seen. She wore a light green silk nightgown, that shone faintly in the illumination of the street below. Her free arm was folded under her breasts, supporting the one that was occupied by the cigarette. Her nipples were as stiff as ever, giving the silk beneath her generous cleavage a pair of prominent peaks. Jake suddenly remembered that he was only wearing boxers, but didn’t think much of it. His mind was too occupied by a myriad of thought trains.
He couldn’t come up with anything to say, let alone anything clever. So he just grasped the ledge of his balcony. The fresh air felt good. As fresh as air could be in this part of the city, anyway. The street below was empty, just the usual parked cars and occasional heaps of junk. People in this part of town liked to dispose of their old, worn-down furniture by placing it on the street, with a small note containing the word “free”. Once, he had seen it spray painted on a couch in capital letters. Nobody seemed to want that one, except for the occasional lost drunk who needed a place to sleep.
“Can’t sleep huh?” Lorelei broke the silence, Jake wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there. Normally he would be thinking of something clever to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to, not tonight.
“Just one of those nights,” he responded, and turned to face his neighbor. She was all kinds of beautiful in the lights of the city night. Dark and mysterious, voluptuous and curvy. Jake used his remaining willpower to make sure he was making eye contact instead of looking at her protruding nipples. She gave him a discerning look for a few seconds, then looked out towards the street, a slight smile seeming to form on her lips.
“I know what you mean.” She continued to gaze, and they both remained silent for a while. The night was quiet, except for the soar of distant traffic. The air was calm. “I’ve been in a rough spot lately, in case you were wondering why I seemed a bit… weird I guess,” she continued. “Sorry if we got off on the wrong foot. You seem like a nice guy.”
For a moment, Jake worried about being the “nice neighbor” in Lorelei’s life. But mostly, he was just happy that she hadn’t totally disregarded him, and was meeting him out on the balcony again, as unusual as this occasion was. He just smiled and continued to look at the street below. “Some nights, your brain just won’t let you relax,” he said.
“I’ve been having a bunch of those lately.” Lorelei took a drag off her cigarette, inhaled, and blew out a light grey cloud between her lips that swirled away into the night atmosphere. “This one seems particularly annoying. Might as well pull an all nighter…”
“Yeah…” Jake continued to look outwards in silence. His mind was calming down a bit, the intrusive thoughts getting less and less frequent. He turned to face Lorelei, without thinking of anything to say. He just looked at her with a tired expression, as she turned to face him.
“Well, since we’re both…” Lorelei paused. Jake listened, curiously. “Do you wanna come over for a nightcap? A drink, I mean. Since we both can’t seem to sleep.”
A hot wave of excitement started building from within Jake’s body. He was sure he was dreaming now, but that didn’t really matter. He just wanted to go with it. Instincts told him to simply leap over to Lorelei’s balcony and take her, but in case this wasn’t a particularly sweet lucid dream, he decided against it. “Sure, that sounds nice,” he answered calmly.
His neighbor smiled. Her dark eyes scrunched up, glistening in the air of the city night. “Aren’t you cold like that?” she asked playfully. “See you at my front door then.” She spun around on her heel, opened the balcony door, and disappeared inside, her green nightgown fluttering in the night air.
Dream or not, Jake was struggling to contain himself. Lorelei was so hot in that silk gown. Had she really invited him over? What would he do now? Should he think of something to talk about? The thoughts increased their intensity, as did the exciting fire in his belly. The latter ended up dominating. “Just go with it,” he said out loud to himself, turned around, and went back inside his apartment.
He didn’t really want to go out into the stairwell in nothing but underwear. Too risky. Besides, where would he put his keys? And so, he put on a familiar grey t-shirt with a faded print, and a pair of loose grey sweat pants. He put a pair of flip-flops on his bare feet, made sure to bring his keys, and exited through the front door of his apartment, locking it.
The hallway was dark and eerily quiet. A few steps to his left was the front door of Lorelei’s apartment. He took a deep breath, felt his way down the dark hallway, and paused in front of her door. The door bell would have been too loud at this late hour, so he knocked softly on the wood a couple of times. His breathing got heavier, and a few very long seconds later, the sound of a door unlocking rang in his ears.
The door swung open, and Lorelei stood in the lit hallway. A musky fragrance of tobacco smoke and recently sprayed air freshener hit him. Lorelei was still wearing the silk nightgown, but nothing else as far as he could tell. Panties, perhaps. He hoped to investigate that soon enough. Her heavy breasts heaved with her breathing beneath the generous cleavage, and her bare feet were stood on the same wooden-like floor that was in Jake’s hallway. Beside the floor was a pile of coats as well as a bunch of shoes of all kinds scattered across a couple of shelves.
“Come on in. Sorry for the mess.” She took a step to the side, waved him in, and closed the front door behind Jake as he stepped inside. He kicked his flip-flops off and put them on the floor next to a couple of shoes from the piles that were overflowing her shelves. “Gin and tonic?”
“Sure, that sounds great,” Jake responded. It really did. When the thought trains wouldn’t stop running, a solid drink usually did the trick. Lorelei motioned for him to follow, and he went in to the “main room” of the apartment. The place was a mirror of Jake’s, so there wasn’t anything fancy like rooms with specific purposes. There was a couch, a table, a desk with a laptop, and a good section of the apartment that looked like a bar minus the counter. A fridge with a glass door, full of bottles. Different types of booze on a small dresser. A shelf dedicated to wine. A cupboard, presumably containing glasses.
Jake sat down on the couch, and the two of them made some small talk while Lorelei mixed a couple of tall glasses of gin and tonic in her well stocked bar. She looked so hot as she worked, pouring bottles and stirring drinks. Jake tried to position himself in such a way that his sweat pants didn’t make it too obvious how hard his cock had become. He was full of anticipation, trying to relax and just go with it.
Lorelei walked over with the drinks and handed one to Jake. “Cheers!” she said, and sat herself down on the other end of the couch, a few feet away from Jake, facing him with one leg tucked under the other. He could see a tiny bit of the fabric of her panties in the gap between her legs, they were light green like her nightgown. He focused on making eye contact, as one does when raising a glass. “Cheers,” he responded, raised his glass, and took a sip.
The drink was strong, and made him feel warm inside. His mind calmed down more with every sip. They sat there on the couch, talking about their lives, and about some of their recent worries. They talked about life in the neighborhood, how one would have to get used to the weirdness, and that it thankfully was pretty quiet at night. Lorelei got up and mixed more drinks now and then. Soon, Jake’s head started swimming a bit, and he was feeling very hot.
“At least that means nobody’s spying on me when I go on my for my late night cigarettes,” Lorelei said jokingly.
“Except some of your next door neighbors,” Jake said in response. Lorelei’s head fell forward as she snorted out a laugh, strands of curly dark hair falling into Jake’s face. When had she moved up this close? Just moments ago, she was sitting on the other end of the couch. She brushed the hair out of her face, and met his eyes with an expecting look. Jake’s head was swimming. How many drinks had they had by now, and what time is it? Did he have to work tomorrow? He banished the thoughts, and found himself staring down at Lorelei’s breasts. Her nightgown was slipping, and the hems hung off her diamond hard nipples. Her areolas were big and dark.
“Hey.” A finger poked him in the chin, and he looked up. Lorelei’s face was inches away from his. She kissed him. Jake’s body flooded with warmth and excitement, and his lips tensed up. They were soon parted by Lorelei’s skillful tongue, and it swirled around his inside his mouth. He grabbed the back of her head, fingers digging deep into her curly hair, grabbing it by the fistful.
Lorelei’s hand found Jake’s free one, and guided it to her breast. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” she asked him between sloppy kisses. Jake didn’t respond, instead kissed her harder and kneaded her large, soft breast in his hand. He removed his hand that was tangled in her hair, grabbing the other breast, tweaking both nipples with his thumbs, as if he could make them harder than they already were. Their eyes were locked, faces inches away from each other, as Lorelei gasped and let out a moan. “Tell me you’ve been wanting this.”
“I’ve been wanting this since the first time,” Jake said without a thought. He pulled the nightgown down below her breasts, all but ripping it in the process, and dived for her right nipple. He sucked it hard into his mouth, twirling it between his tongue and teeth. Lorelei moaned harder. Jake felt a hand dig into the couch under his ass, finding the seam of his sweat pants. He rose up a bit, and Lorelei pulled them down to his knees. His swollen balls and rock hard cock sprung out, the head of his cock already glistening with a slow drip of precum.
Her hand firmly grasped the shaft of his cock and started stroking it up and down. Jake let go of the nipple in his mouth and grunted, the nipple was bright red, sticking out from the brown aroma around it, and had a coat of saliva dripping from it. He once again grabbed his neighbor by the back of her head and started making out with her, as she continued to stroke his cock with increasing fervor.
“Tell me more,” Lorelei said between sloppy kisses. “Tell me what you’ve been wanting to do to me.”
“What I’ve been wanting to do to you?” What a stupid thing to ask, Jake thought drunkenly.
“Ever since you first saw me.”
“Ever since I first saw you,” Jake said, pulling away from her eager tongue. He maintained a firm grasp on her hair, as she maintained one on his cock. Her face was messy and full of lust, a slight drip of drool running down her chin. It continued to drip down on her breasts. “Ever since I first saw you, I’ve wanted to fuck you on the balcony.”
Lorelei’s eyes lit up, and she grabbed his cock harder, stroking it faster and faster. She stuck her tongue out as if to kiss him, but stopped suddenly, a sly grin forming on her face. “Wanna know what I’ve been thinking about?” she asked.
Jake nodded eagerly. “Tell me,” he said. Lorelei just kept grinning. “God you’re so hot,” Jake continued. That was the best thing his drunken brain could fill the silence with. He looked at her curious face with great expectation, unsure if he should keep sucking on her tits while he waited.
“I want to have a cigarette on the balcony, while you eat my pussy.” Jake’s excitement was only contained by the alcohol in his body. Dream or not, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Do it well enough, and we can do what you want.”
Jake just kept nodding. Lorelei smile was wider than ever, and she got up and stood next to the couch, motioning for Jake to be still by gently pushing his shoulders down against the back rest.
“I want you to sit on the balcony, facing in towards my apartment,” she instructed, straightening her back, and pulling her green panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and motioned for Jake to go outside. He eagerly followed the instruction, making sure his pants were between his ass and the cold balcony floor, his back resting against the railing. The air was pleasantly cool, and the night was quiet. Lorelei walked towards him, her naked legs parked between his where he sat on the floor. His cock was out in the air, being too hard to keep in his pants by now. It pointed straight upward as Lorelei positioned her pubic mound a few inches from Jake’s face, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
“I’m gonna do my best to not wake the neighbors up,” Lorelei said and took a drag off her cigarette. In front of Jake’s face, her pussy glistened. Her pussy lips were stubby, as if they had been shaved a few days ago. Above her pussy was a triangular bush of curly dark hair, which Jake eagerly dived nose-first into. He heard a gasp from above, as his tongue slipped out, finding the wet lips and hard clit just below.
He looked up, and saw a lit cigarette burning in Lorelei’s hand just above the balcony railing. As she moved it towards her mouth, his tongue started to lap eagerly at her dripping sex, juices flowing in small streams down his chin. Lorelei stopped abruptly, swallowing several moans. She grabbed his hair, interrupting his licking, and looked down to meet his eyes. Her mouth was shut tight. Maintaining eye contact and a steady grip on his hair, her other hand moved the cigarette to her mouth, and she took a long drag. Big clouds of smoke blew from her mouth and nostrils as she exhaled. She pushed Jake’s face back into her pussy.
This time, Jake’s mouth found her throbbing clit and sucked it in, hard. Lorelei’s knees buckled, and he felt himself go deaf as her thighs squeezed his head. His hands traveled eagerly up the back of her thick thighs, finding her big firm ass cheeks and squeezing them tightly. She was now locked in place, and Jake ramped up the assault on her clit. Keeping it firmly sucked between his lips, he lapped his tongue around it in circles as hard as he could. Juices started flowing out of her pussy, down his chin and neck. A drop formed at the back of her convulsing pussy hole, falling down on the head of Jake’s hard throbbing cock.
Lorelei’s toes curled up, and her knees started buckling. One of her hands tried in vain to remove Jake’s hungry mouth from her sopping cunt, but he only grabbed on harder to her ass. Pussy juices were now dripping down onto Jake’s chest, and leaving long trails down Lorelei’s thighs, as she started shaking. Between flaps of her nightgown, Jake could see Lorelei’s mouth biting into her arm that was desperately holding on to the cigarette, seemingly doing whatever it takes to muffle her sex sounds. He kept on relentlessly sucking on her clit, until he could hear her whimper “no more please, no more” into her arm. Reluctantly, he let go.
He looked up at her with a big grin on his face. Before him, her pussy was still convulsing in waves of post-orgasm delight, juices dripping ever further down Lorelei’s thick and toned legs. She slowly steadied herself on her bare feet, and Jake wrapped his arms around her thighs to give her some support as she regained her senses.
“That was pretty good, yeah,” she said, her voice quivering. She paused to take a few drags off her cigarette, which had mostly burnt down by now. “Just give me a minute or two, then it’s your turn. You know, you can get up if you want.”
Jake stood up behind Lorelei, and turned around towards the street. His head was spinning from alcohol and excitement. Lorelei’s back was still turned towards him, and he almost fell forwards to latch onto her. He was about a head taller than her, standing like this, holding her from behind. His cock was aching, balls pressed against the hot flesh of her ass. His hands found their own way up the front of her silk gown, trying to be as gentle as they could with her nipples when they found their way there, to let her recover some from her orgasm.
“Want a drag?” There was a bit of the cigarette still left, and Lorelei held it up next to her head between her fingers, filter facing towards him.
“You know, I don’t really smoke actually,” Jake confessed. He felt a bit of worry take root inside him, but Lorelei just giggled and flicked the cigarette off the balcony.
“I know. I just can’t help but mess with you,” she said in response, wiggling her ass and giving Jake’s throbbing cock a good tease. He wanted to be inside her so badly. His hands squeezed her breasts harder under the gown, and he started grinding against her. He buried his face in her hair, nose boring into the nozzle of her neck, like he had fantasized about that one day.
A hand found its way to his balls. They were big and aching. The fingers of the hand slid up the shaft of his pulsing cock, grasping it slowly but firmly.
“I hope you’re not too tired yet,” Lorelei said as she guided the head of his cock right outside the entrance to her still dripping pussy. “Don’t come inside me. Not yet, at least.” She let go of his cock and put both of her hands on the balcony railing. Her hips pushed back as she positioned herself with outstretched arms.
Jake let go of her breasts, and grabbed her hips firmly with both of his hands. He thrusted his hard cock into her gaping wet pussy, and it slid in easily. His own hips started moving back and forth in a steady rhythm, pushing his cock in and out of her cunt. With each thrust, his pelvis smacked loudly against Lorelei’s ass, and he tried to push a little deeper each time. Meanwhile, Lorelei seemed to struggle more and more to not moan.
As he fucked her harder and harder, Jake leaned forward and let his left-hand find its way up Lorelei’s nightgown to grab her breast. His right hand wrapped around her, finding her curly pubic hairs, and searching below them for her clitoris. It was hard like a pebble, sticking out from under its hood. Jake found it and started rubbing it in circles as his cock thrusted in and out of her, the juices flowing down her legs having reached the balcony floor now.
He started getting lost in the pleasure that was building up in his cock, as her pussy started to convulse hard around it. Lorelei allowed herself to moan, and dismounted him as her slick legs started to shake. Jake almost got mad for a second when his cock slipped out, as he was seconds away from his orgasm, when he remembered what Lorelei had demanded of him. Still, he was full of sexual energy, and that close to his peak, he found it hard to control himself. He started spanking her ass, and reached around her to pull her closer to him from behind.
“Relax there horny boy,” Lorelei giggled as Jake swayed her around. “I need a break. Let’s go back inside before the neighbors see who made that noise just now.” She freed herself from his grasp and turned around, smiling at him. Her face was a mess of drool and tears, and her eyes were positively glowing. Jake kissed her, and they made out for a while, before Lorelei broke it off. “Come on, let’s go.”
She led him by his hand back into the room, closed the balcony door and shut the blinders, and he plopped down on the couch. She went over to the “bar”, and poured two steady glasses of neat whiskey. Jake’s drunken mind wasn’t sure if this was the best idea, but decided to just go with it.
They sat close, facing each other on the couch, making out more than talking. Jake did his best to down his glass of whiskey in between sloppy kisses and dirty talk. Now and then, he dived for one of Lorelei’s big breasts that were hanging out of her nightgown. She didn’t bother to cover them up, but playfully shoved his head away each time.
“Let a lady finish her drink,” she said coyly, leaning back and lifting her leg up on the couch. She softly rested her foot against Jake’s throbbing cock. It was longing for release, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure the tease, or what to do about it. He was at the mercy of Lorelei, and he loved every second of it.
Lorelei leaned back against the couch armrest, softly stroking Jake’s member with the sole of her foot. She put a cigarette in her mouth, and lit it. Jake wondered where she got it from, then noticed the ceramic bowl on the table that was used as an ashtray. There was a pack tucked to the side of it. The coy smile remained on Lorelei’s face, and Jake looked at her with wide open, eager eyes.
“I’m trying to decide something,” she said, taking a drag off her cigarette. Smoke filled the air inside the apartment.
“And what is that?” Jake wondered.
“Should I let you cum in my mouth, or in my pussy?” Lorelei’s smile widened, and she pressed her foot down on Jake’s cock. “Maybe I should just let you decide. I’m too dazed to make a decision.”
Jake just stared at her blankly. Talk about decision anxiety. He was too drunk to get his thoughts straight.
Lorelei eventually got up from the couch, having seen the impact of giving him such a difficult choice. She got on her knees above him, back on the couch, and straddled him. “I think I can do one more. But if I cum first, I’ll have to finish you with my mouth.” Warmth radiated from her pussy, onto his waiting dick below.
She put her hands on his shoulders, and he grabbed her behind her head. He loved the feeling of her curly hair firmly in his hands. Her hot wet pussy nearly slammed onto his cock as she sat down, taking him deep inside. They started making out, and she rode him harder and faster. Jake pulled his tongue out of her mouth and hungrily went for her tits. He loved the feeling of her hard nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
He grabbed on to her hips hard, guiding her movements as she rode him faster and faster. His cock felt wonderful inside her pussy, as it started contracting around the shaft. Juices started flowing out, coating his balls and the couch below.
“I can’t!” Lorelei’s legs locked up, and she stopped hard, pushing Jake’s face into her bosom as she moaned loudly. Around his dick, her pussy started convulsing harder and harder.
After an eternity of suffocating against Lorelei’s heavy breasts, Jake slowly pulled out, and Lorelei sat up and plopped down next to him on the couch. Her legs were still quivering, her toes still curled.
“I just came again. Holy shit,” she said, breathing heavily. “Just give me a few seconds.”
“Hey don’t worry about it, if you’re spent, I can take care of my-.” He couldn’t finish the sentence before Lorelei dived for his crotch, taking the full length of his pussy juice covered cock into her mouth and down her throat. Jake let out a surprised moan, instinctively grabbing her by the back of her head again.
That was it for him. He shut is eyes tight, let out a shuddering moan, and spent his load down Lorelei’s throat. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through his cock, as loads of thick semen shot out. She took every drop of it, swallowing eagerly. She held herself still for a few seconds, as Jake’s orgasm was residing, before getting up and exhaling loudly.
They kissed gently, tasting like each other’s sex. It was an amazing taste, as their tongues swirled around each other.
“So, you can crash here if you want, or go back to your place if you have important things to do tomorrow. But be warned that I might take advantage of you in the morning if you stay here.”