0 comments/ 68261 views/ 3 favorites Apartment 407 By: Alicia It was late when they pulled their car into the parking space. They had spent the night at a friends, drinking and smoking pot, and were feeling a bit buzzed from it all. Alicia smiled at Nancy then got out of the car, her tall frame looming a shadow across the lot. Nancy followed suit, walked around the car to Alicia and took her by the hand. Alicia and Nancy had been living together for almost 6 months. They were happy together despite all the hassles they got for having such an age difference. Alicia was 19, tall and curvy while Nancy was 28, short and rounded. They mixed well, and both liked the age difference, knowing it only added to their sex lives. Alicia grabbed Nancy's hand tighter and hoped that Nancy wasn't too tired... "Let's go inside and go to bed babe." Nancy said Alicia nodded and they walked, hand in hand to the apartment they shared. The door opened with a slight creak and they entered their home. It was always kept on the cool side and Alicia shivered slightly as she walked towards the bedroom. In the bedroom, Nancy had already begun to undress. Alicia walked in and looked over her lover's body. Her rounded curves always-made Alicia wet when she saw them. Nancy's breasts were large and pale with her tits hardening at the air-conditioned chill. They had large pink areolas with a perfectly centered nipple that reminded Alicia of pieces of bubble gum. She did love to chew on them at times! Nancy looked up and caught Alicia staring. "What?" She asked. "Huh? Oh, no, nothing I was just thinking. " Alicia replied as she walked into the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and began to undress. She removed her jeans and T-shirt she wore and bent over the sink to brush her teeth. Her eyes were averted to the water running in the sink so she didn't see Nancy come up behind her. She felt the warm hands first, around her hips. She let out a small chuckle and pressed back against Nancy. She heard a small intake of breath and pressed back harder, rubbing her ass against Nancy. She finished with her teeth and when she went to turn around she was surprised by the firm grip that held her in place. "What are you doing Nancy?" She asked. "Nothing, hold still and relax." Nancy said At this, Nancy hooked her two thumbs around Alicia's panties and slid them to the floor. Alicia felt the cool air hit her naked ass and inhaled quickly. Nancy began to slowly massage her ass, running her hands on it, and up her back and stomach. She leaned on Alicia, forcing her to bend over against the sink. "Nancy?" Alicia asked. "Shhh," Nancy responded. Alicia felt the warm hand dip further and further between her thighs. She spread her legs to allow Nancy more room and closed her eyes. Nancy's finger found her clit and she began to gently rub it in little circles just like she knew Alicia liked. Alicia let out a moan of pleasure and spread her legs wider. Nancy's finger trailed away from her clit, making Alicia whimper. She slid her finger down further and over Alicia tight hole. She moved it around against her pussy, loving how wet Alicia always got. She placed her finger over the opening but didn't go inside, wanting to tease Alicia. More and more, Alicia pushed out more juice and wiggled her hips, trying to get Nancy's fingers inside her aching, wet pussy. "Nancy, please!" Alicia begged. Nancy groaned and slid her finger inside. Alicia was warm and tight inside and Nancy could feel her pussy gripping onto her. Alicia let out a moan of sheer pleasure and rocked her hips back and forth on Nancy's fingers. Alicia picked her head up and looked at Nancy in the mirror. Her skin was dark and tanned in comparison to Nancy's pale white flesh. Alicia was of Cuban descent, with the dark hair and eyes, tanned skin, and large curves all around. Her breasts were Nancy's favorite part. Large DD's, tanned with brown areolas and small brown nipples. They bounced in her bra as Nancy finger fucked her pussy. Nancy ran her hand along Alicia's back and unhooked the bra. It slid down Alicia's arms, and her tits bounced out. Her nipples were hard and Alicia took one hand off the counter top to pinch one of her nipples. She moaned and rocked faster on Nancy. Nancy leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear. "Let's go to bed little girl." Alicia unable to speak from the desire building within her could only nod and follow Nancy to the bed. Nancy helped her into bed and lay her on her back. Alicia looked up at her lover and whispered in the dark, "Fuck me Nancy. Please fuck me!" Nancy groaned and slid on top of Alicia. She kissed her with a demand that both shocked and delighted Alicia. Nancy's lips trailed down further to Alicia's neck and she began to suck harder and harder. Alicia let out a whimper of both pain and pleasure. She began to writhe under Nancy the pain beginning to overwhelm the pleasure. Nancy grabbed hold of Alicia's hair and gripped it tight making it impossible for her to move her head. Alicia whimpered and gasped, arousing Nancy further. Nancy released her hair, and was rewarded by a shudder racing down Alicia's warm body. Nancy loved the feel of her wiggling and writhing beneath her. She moved down even further, trailing soft kisses until she reached her tits. Her nipples had hardened to little brown pebbles and Nancy took one in her mouth. Alicia groaned simultaneous to Nancy. Nancy sucked at her nipple with growing pleasure, her other hand pinching Alicia's other nipple. Alicia moaned and called out into the dark, "YES! NANCY! OH, YES!" Nancy switched sides and put her throbbing nipple into her mouth, she licked and sucked at them until Alicia was near mad with desire. Alicia pushed Nancy's head down to her wet pussy. Nancy inhaled deeply, the scent driving her wild. She ran her hands across the smooth surface, Alicia's pussy devoid of any hair, made it easier for Nancy to enjoy herself. Alicia spread her lips apart, thrusting her hard throbbing clit up. "Suck it Nancy." She begged. Nancy willingly complied. She ran the tip of her warm tongue over Alicia's clit. Alicia moaned and bucked her hips. Nancy placed her hands over Alicia's hips and said, "Don't move." Alicia looked at Nancy's face; the serious expression mixed with the sheer lust in her eyes told her that she was about to get fucked hard. That being exactly what she wanted she lay back and relaxed. Nancy lowered her head again and put her mouth on Alicia's clit. She began to slowly suckle it in her mouth and Alicia gasped and moaned at the ripples of pleasure it sent out. She grabbed hold of Nancy's head and pressed it into her pussy. "Yes Nancy, oh yes, I want your face in my pussy!" She gasped out. Nancy responded with a groan and sat up on her knees without removing her mouth. She slid two fingers inside of Alicia's open pussy and began to fuck her while sucking her clit. Alicia began to move, matching Nancy's rhythm, pushing Nancy's face harder and harder into her pussy. "Ooohhh Nancy!" Alicia moaned, "Yes baby, fuck me! I want to cum all over your face baby!" Nancy groaned and sucked harder. Alicia began bucking faster and faster, unable to get enough of Nancy's thrusting fingers. Alicia all of a sudden, jumped up and onto her knees, exposing her dripping pussy to Nancy. She looked over her shoulder at Nancy and said, "I want to get fucked. Fuck my wet pussy until I cum pleeeaaasee!" Nancy didn't need to be told twice! She slid in three fingers and began to pound Alicia. Alicia moaned into a pillow. She slid her own hand underneath her and found her throbbing clit. She began to rub it hard meanwhile Nancy pumped in and out of her cunt. The sensations were incredible! Alicia loved the way Nancy fucked her; she always came under Nancy. Alicia wanted more, but didn't know how to get there. "Nancy, spank me!" She screamed, "Spank me hard, make me take it!" Nancy's hand slapped her ass with a roughness Alicia didn't know was in Nancy. "You want to take it?" Nancy asked. She fucked Alicia harder to emphasize her words. "Oh yes!" Alicia moaned. "I want to be your little slut. Make me take it, make me your slut!" She begged. Nancy couldn't believe what she was hearing! It made her so wet to know Alicia wanted it hard. To hear those words from Alicia's lips as she pounded into her wet pussy and spanked her rounded ass. She pumped faster and faster as Alicia groaned and moaned, pressing up trying to get her fingers deeper and deeper. "Oh GOD!" Alicia screamed. "Nancy, I think I'm going to cum!" Alicia exploded and cum rushed out of her pussy, splashing out everywhere as Nancy continued to fuck her pussy. Alicia's knees buckled and she collapsed onto the bed. Nancy grabbed her roughly and turned her on her back. She looked at her and whispered fiercely, "You're not done yet my little slut." Alicia's eyes widened and she began to shake her head, "No, no, Please, I've cum so hard!" Nancy paid no attention and thrust her tongue into Alicia's quivering pussy. Alicia moaned and grabbed the sheets. "Mmmm, I love the taste of your cum!" Nancy said and began sucking and licking it all off Alicia's cunt. She ran her tongue up and down Alicia's slit, loving the feel of her shaved cunt. Alicia moaned and said, "Oh Nancy! I love the feel of your tongue up and down my slit baby!" "It makes me feel like such a bad little girl!" Nancy continued to lick all over until she found Alicia's throbbing clit. She grasped it between her teeth and licked the top. Alicia screamed and burst into another orgasm, pouring more cum out onto Nancy's eager face. Nancy groaned and licked it all up before they both fell asleep wrapped in each-others arms. Apartment 409 It's really a strange thing, how you can live in an apartment and go for months without ever meeting your neighbors. Yeah, you see them in the hall, maybe the lobby, and exchange a few words here and there, but you rarely ever make what you could call a 'connection'. I lived in apartment 409, in one of those trendy downtown apartments for a year before I actually met my neighbor. We were both young anyways. I was 24, I figure she was she was around there too. Every day since I moved in, I'd see her, often in the morning, but more usually at night. Five or more nights a week, we'd usually get home at the same time, exchange hellos, and slink into our rooms. She was short, maybe five feet, possibly a bit taller. She had very light skin, almost pale, and black hair you could tell was dyed, but I wasn't complaining. Her green eyes were absolutely amazing, too. You could see just how bright they were, even in the dimly-lit hallways, from the six foot distance between our doors. The word enchanting always came to my mind. It was cold in the City at night, so she'd always wear a long, warm looking coat and the hottest boots I'd ever seen. It was always closed, so aside from those boots, and occasionally gloves, I never really knew what her 'style' was. For about a year, we exchanged helloes almost every night, but never actually met. I had a girlfriend that year too, so I never really put much stock in going out of my way to approach a new woman. It seemed like it would be pretty sketchy, and I really wasn't the unfaithful type so, I was happy to simply continue our brief meetings. My girlfriend would see her occasionally on her way out or in, and every so often the two would talk, but I wasn't ever really present. My girlfriend didn't like her all that much, but she was the type of girl to smile to your face, and scowl behind your back. One day last week, the shit hit the fan, so to speak. I'd call it the worst day of my life. I took a massive cut in pay and hours, for budgeting reasons. I was asked to cut my shift short, lost my wallet on the bus, got punched in the face for not giving a homeless guy a cigarette—I don't smoke—And my girlfriend was waiting for me when I got home. She normally called ahead. She seemed like she was in a good mood, so I figured the day was looking up. We went upstairs and headed into my apartment. I barely set my keys down before she said, "I've been thinking a lot lately about us, and I don't think it'll work out. I'm sorry." She left. That was literally all she said, and I was left there, standing in my room, dumbfounded. Reality came back after a few minutes of just standing. I didn't really know what to do with myself. I figured I'd get coffee, try to calm my nerves. I grabbed whatever change was on the table next to the door and slipped out. I just stood in front of the door for a bit, going over the day's events in my head again. I reached into my pocket, for my keys, to lock the deadbolt—the knob was always locked, but opened from the inside, and I always locked the deadbolt for good measure when I went out. My keys weren't in my pocket. It was like I was in a haze at this point. It was like walking though syrup as I meandered to the manager's door and knocked. Nothing. I called his cell. No answer. That was the last straw, the one that broke the camel's back. I wasn't just tired from the day, I was drained. I wandered back to my door and hit it hard as I just let myself kind of fall into it with my back and slid down, sitting in front of my door. I buried my head in my hands and fell asleep to the sound of someone's TV blaring the 6 O'clock news. I don't remember what I dreamed, but I woke up to the sound of giggling. I didn't even look up when I opened my eyes at first; I figured it was someone wandering past my door. There were boots in front of me, and the person stooped down. It was my neighbor, still giggling. "Are you okay?" she asked. Half-coherent, I straightened my hair a bit and rubbed my face. I must have been sleeping on the crease of my pants, because I could feel it on the side of my face. I finally looked up at her. "Yeah, yeah... Just locked out," I said, pushing the best smile I could manage to get out. She smiled back, her smile had genuine warmth. Her coat was opened; I could see she was wearing a cute dress that accentuated her full breasts. It stopped mid thigh, showing just enough skin to give a hint just how shapely her legs were, until they disappeared at the boots, which rose just under her knees. "How long have you been out here?" she asked, after a moment. "Maybe an hour, I think?" I looked at my phone. It was nine thirty. "Make that three." She shrugged a bit, but her smile returned, "Well, your girlfriend's on the way, right? I just saw her heading into the Outlander, are you supposed to meet her there?" The outlander was a notorious pick-up place. "We... Just broke up." "Oh..." She looked down and away, her expression turned serious. There was a long pause. Her smile returned. "Have you had dinner, yet?" I shook my head. "Come on," she said, holding out her hand. She had a surprisingly firm grip and managed to yank me up off of the floor, and went to unlock her door. "I'm Karen, by the way," she said, fiddling with the lock. "Judah," I replied. "I like it," she said, opening the door. "Is steak okay? I have so much, I really want to get rid of it," she said with a giggle. "I don't know why I bought so much." "Yeah, that's fine," I said, following her in. Her place was clean. Everything was dusted and in its place—it wasn't abnormally clean or anything, I'd just never seen such organization. We had the same apartment setup, but hers just seemed so much bigger. She had a lot of posters up, almost lining the walls. Movies, events, some bands I'd ever never heard of. Furniture was somewhat sparse though—Just a couch and a coffee table. She lived alone from what I knew, so I guess it wasn't all that strange. "Oh, go ahead and sit anywhere," she said, from the kitchen. There was only that big black couch in the center of room, leather. It looked comfy, so, I felt free to plop down. I gave a look over to the kitchen. She was smiling at me, but turned back to the refrigerator when I looked over. "I'm really sorry about your girlfriend," she said, rustling some things out of the refrigerator. Most of them went onto the counter, but a bottle of champagne and a bottle of cheap vodka ended up on the table in front of me. She took her jacket off too; she had a very thin, slightly athletic build. She went back to the kitchen and came back with two beers, opening hers on the edge of the table. The cap rolled under the couch. I moved to reach for it, but she waved her hand. "Cleaning lady'll get it," she said. So, that was the secret. "I'll start cooking in a bit, I just want to sit down for a bit," she said with a smile. "No worries," I replied, slowly drinking my own beer. "What kind of music do you like?" She asked, reaching for a controller on the table in front of us. "I can listen to whatever," I responded, and she smiled, pushing some buttons. "Well... Tell me what you think of this," she began, "It's rock, kinda garage-y, but it grows on you. I need to start cooking," she said, smiling. Her beer was finished; mine was still almost at the top. She rose and went into the kitchen. "Need any help in there?" I called after her. "No, no, relax. Enjoy the music, or change it if you want." She spent the next fifteen or so minutes in the kitchen, cooking at lightning speed. I glanced over a few times. She was smiling right back at me about half the time. We ate. We drank champagne. We drank Vodka. We talked. We listened to garage bands. It was the ultimate turnaround. My day was horrible, but my night was looking up. The conversation was good, though—we talked about this, that, and whatever other stuff came to our minds. We had a lot in common and both worked in art. We finally reached a point where we were satisfied with food, drink, and company, and resolved to simply listen to music for a bit. I didn't notice at first, but one of her feet was resting on mine, across the table. "You can take your shoes off, if you want, by the way," she said, just as I realized where her feet were. I smiled and figured I may as well—the clock read 12:39 and I wasn't getting back into my apartment. She got up too and started fiddling with the music. She stopped on one song that had a middle eastern-ethnic feel to it, and an amazing female vocalist. Once my shoes were off, she grabbed my hands, and in the middle of her floor, we started to dance. I never danced. It was nice though, like having our own little club in her room. I was a bit awkward at first, I never could quite get moving the way I wanted to, but that didn't bother her one bit. We danced face to face, and so close I could feel her body almost pressing against mine. She kept pulling me closer and closer. I was tall, so I had to lean down a bit—certainly didn't help my grace, but it gave a more intimate feeling. She smiled, almost deviously. I could feel her breath on my neck. Then her lips. Then her tongue. We weren't dancing anymore. I was in sheer ecstasy. I couldn't move, I could barely form coherent thoughts. Her arms were around my waist now, tightening as she sucked, licked, blew, and breathed on my neck. She stopped, and a hand moved to the back of my neck as she looked up at me. Her eyes were the most gorgeous green. Her lips came up to meet mine. I was amazed. She was gentle, rough, and playful all at once. We somehow managed to stagger back to the couch without breaking connection. She broke the kiss and returned to my neck as soon as I sat down. Her hands were opening the buttons on my shirt. She worked so fast, I could have sworn she was a professional. She went back to my neck. Her breath was just as stimulating as every lick, bite, kiss, and suck she made. I was rock hard and throbbing. I held her by the waist and pulled her up, she immediately straddled me and her lips returned to mine. This time, I broke the kiss, sliding the spaghetti straps on her dress down. She eagerly slid the cloth out of the way, revealing her gorgeous breasts. Her pink nipples were already hard, waiting to be sucked on. I never was good with breast sizes, but they were at least a handful and that was nothing to be ashamed of. They were nice and firm, but soft to the touch. It seemed like my touch was electric. She gasped and shivered as I gave her breasts the attention they deserved, and not just the nipples. I nibbled, sucked, and kissed everywhere. Her hands ran along my arms and neck, her nails occasionally planted themselves. She was out of her mind. Without warning, she slid down, and fumbled with my zipper. This wasn't nearly as swift as the shirt, she was almost shuddering with anticipation. It took her a few moments, but she finally pulled out my cock, and just held it for a moment, almost sizing it up. Then she gave the head a long kiss, and slowly—Very slowly—started to take the length into her mouth. She moaned softly as she grasped and fondled one of her breasts with her free hand. Her head slowly came back up, then slowly down again. She repeated this for a few minutes. I'd never had any suck so slowly, so thoughtfully. It was amazing, and I couldn't keep quiet. I was a pretty quiet guy normally, but she forced the loudest moan I'd ever hear come out of my mouth. She looked up at me with those green eyes, filled with hunger, passion, and lust. I could have sworn she cast a spell on me then and there. Her hand moved down her stomach, and under her dress, I could hear just how wet she was. I could hear when her fingers moved in and out so clearly, it just served to make me even harder. She started bobbing her head faster, and went down as far as she could. She deep throated the whole thing, and stayed there for a good few seconds, and I'm a large-than-average guy. I could feel her throat twitching, tightening on my rock hard cock. She came back up, and half-standing, kissed me again. That hand that was exploring her pussy came to my face. Her fingers were drenched, and slid between our lips. The taste was almost sweet, and the smell was intoxicating. She moved to straddle me again, one foot on the floor, the other on the couch by my thigh. She held onto the couch with one hand, and her other rubbed my cock against her wet pussy. I'd never felt a girl so wet, I would have sworn it was lube if I didn't know any better. I could feel her juices running down my cock; even her thighs were getting wet. She rubbed my cock all around her vagina and thighs, and held it against her clit, rocking against it. She brought my cock back down and slowly began to lower herself, teasing. Just the head for the first few moments, moving between slipping just the tiniest bit into her hot, wet pussy, and rubbing her clit with my cock. Finally, she brought her other foot up onto the couch and brought me all the way in. Her body was hotter than any human body I felt before, and she began to fuck herself with my cock, gyrating her hips with amazing speed and fluidity. My mouth returned to her tits, and one of my hands found its way to her pussy, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She changed position a bit, getting more onto her knees, I could feel myself penetrating deeper into her, her muscles tightened on my cock as she slid back and forth. I grabbed her hips again, and now I began to thrust, rhythmically with her. She rose up a bit, to really feel the length of my cock sliding in and out of her. The music was somewhat loud, but she overpowered it as moans turns to screams and almost shrieks. We started fucking harder and harder, both of us coming dangerously close to what could only be an amazing climax. Her voice changed a bit as she got closer, more high pitched, faster, frantic. She wasn't using words anymore—she was in such ecstasy, she was almost crying. She let go of the couch and grabbed onto me now, nails almost piercing my back as she clawed her way closer to an orgasm. All at once, she wrapped her arms around my neck and started to ride me harder than anyone in my life. She was beyond sounds now. She was almost silent, the expression on her face looks like she was screaming, but completely mute. Her body tensed, and her pussy just became so tight I couldn't take it anymore. She forced herself down the moment I came, but never stopped rocking her hips. She finally began to slow down after what I counted was her third orgasm. She slowly lifted herself off of my cock, some cum still spilled down her legs and onto my cock. She barely managed to roll over onto the couch next to me. We sat there for at least 10 minutes before either of us said anything. "Do you work tomorrow?" she asked. "No," I responded. "I'll make some coffee," she said with a very broad smile. We were going to be up for a while.