1. The guy, the neighbor and the virgin part 1


    Date: 8/8/2018, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Trans, Author: RobertMcCullum, Source: sexstories.com

    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. “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 ...
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