The Girl in 314 (New Version)

THE GIRL IN 314

They’re at it again, Julie thought, irritated as she tried to fall asleep in her apartment. She restlessly rolled around in bed with a pillow over her head, attempting to muffle the sounds of wild sex happening next door. “Paper thin walls,” she grumbled.

There were instances when she didn’t mind hearing the savage, animalistic fucking of her neighbors. Hell, she even got off while listening to them at times. She didn’t care much for his girlfriend Molly, who for some unknown reason, always gave her dirty looks and/or a snide comment when they passed each other in the hallway. However, Molly’s boyfriend was another matter altogether.

His fit body, attractive face, and, by the screams of his girlfriend, a ‘big fat cock’, sent Julie into a fantasy land where it was her he was screwing, and not Molly. If only I could find a nice guy like that, she had told herself repeatedly. But, with friends, family, working out, and long work hours, I just don’t have the time, she rationalized

Yet, of course, it was all lies. The lies people tell themselves every day when they don’t want to do something. In truth, every moment she touched herself, wild, filthy fantasies of the guy next door played out.

This fuck session is gonna go on for another hour, she estimated in frustration. And I have to get up for work tomorrow morning.

Annoyed and tired, she begrudgingly tossed the blankets off. She stood up and put on a silk bathrobe with a sash, tying it around her slender waist. THIS TIME, I will have to tell them to keep it down, she decided, reluctantly determined. She was kind of embarrassed to have to tell them she could hear them being ‘intimate’ and anticipated the impeding conversation,

Yes, I can hear you along with your loudmouth girlfriend fucking!

OK, maybe I’ll exclude that part.

She put on some bunny slippers before going next door at 11:00 at night.

She hesitated with a sigh as she bit her lip and held her hand up to knock.

What if he answers the door naked?

Then I will just drag him back to my apartment and fuck his damn brains out, she mused to herself. I would really like to be fucked senseless too.

She shook her head, attempting to erase the filthy ideas like an etch a sketch with zero luck.

Finally, she rapped, ever so lightly, so half-hearted, it was almost like she was the one disturbing them. After several moments passed she was about to give up when the door opened. There he was, the guy named Jake, also wearing a bathrobe staring at her with a slight turn of the head and a questioning, yet friendly look on his face. She felt her heart beating faster as she became hotter at the sight of him. He wasn’t sure if someone had been there or if it was just his imagination.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. How could she tell them she heard every grunt, groan, and dirty word she ever knew and some she didn’t, desperately moaned by his girlfriend? You know if you get tired of banging your girlfriend, I’m just right next door, she considered saying in jest.

“Is there something you need?” He asked calmly.

If someone interrupted me while I was making love, I’d be a little angry, she reflected. It made the situation all the harder. Why couldn’t you be just a little bit of a jerk, she wondered, irritated.

Ultimately, she sighed and discovered the words she was seeking. “Could you please keep the noise down?” she expressed as nicely as she could.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know you could hear that,” he confided with an apologetic look “I will turn it down,” he assured her.

“Thank you I appreciate…wait…what? Turn what down?” she looked at him bewildered.

“It’s from my big screen T.V,” he admitted bashfully. Puzzled, she furrowed her brow and craned her head to chance a look inside.

“What..? No, I know that woman’s ‘voice’ anywhere,” she argued. Driven to find the key to unlock this mystery, she lightly pushed him back into his apartment, then closed the door behind her That’s a stupid thing to lie about. Just say, ‘Sorry. I’ll put a gag in her mouth and we will try to be quiet,’ she thought.

She expected to find his naked, or at least half-naked, girlfriend concealed somewhere in his place, only to discover she was nowhere to be found. She checked the bedroom, bathroom, living room, and even the closet. At last, she looked up at the soundless big screen T.V. and did a double-take.

There he was on Escort Bayan Bahçeşehir T.V with his girlfriend Molly, in the throes of passion. Not making tender love, just fornicating like savage animals in heat. From a side view Molly on all fours while Jake pounded into her from behind. His big, thick cock going almost all the way in then almost all the way out again. With her mouth open in awe, Julie watched like a deer in the headlights, unable to move.

I wished it was me. She caught herself fantasizing once more with her body heating up in arousal. Suddenly, the picture went black.

Julie had to hold her tongue before she blurted out, Hey! I was watching that!

Behind her, Jake was holding the remote in his hand while trying to reiterate his atonement. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were going to come in. You probably didn’t want to see that,” he acknowledged in obvious discomfort.

Oh, you, poor, sweet man. Your cock is all I have desired to see, not to mention feel, for months, she yearned to confess.

Yet, again these desires went unspoken. Knowing the preview was over she turned her attention to him. “Was that you?” She asked with curiosity.

“Yeah,” he voiced shyly, “a few weeks ago, my girlfriend suggested we make a home movie since our work schedules don’t allow us to be together much. Whenever we were missing each other, we could watch this,” he explained. It suddenly hit her, Molly should have been here. She should have returned from work by now. “Where is Molly?” She found herself asking.

“She left me,” he admitted sadly, “that’s why I was watching this. I miss her.”

She was trying not to smile at this, seeing that he was currently single. Nevertheless, she also felt bad for him. “Why would she do that?” she asked, as she feigned concern.

“Well,” he stated, “because of you.”

A shocked look fell over her face, followed by a stunned, “WHAT?”

“I think that I owe you the whole truth, now that you’re here. Molly was under the impression that I was cheating on her while she was at work. That is why she was always rude to you. I tried to tell her nothing was happening between us,” he confessed.

Julie wished, If only… She attempted to conceal her passions by acting surprised, “an affair? Why would she believe that?”

The only one who wasn’t envisioning me and him having sex is him, it seems, she complained to herself.

After what seemed like a whole minute, he hesitantly continued with a guilty tone, “she caught me staring at your ass when you dropped your keys on Friday.”

“You were staring at my ass?” She asked, pleased. “I’m in the gym every damn day making sure you could bounce a quarter off of it. I really can’t blame you for looking,” she said honestly.

“Can I see ‘it’?” she asked mischievously, nodding to the TV.

He gestured to the big screen T.V., “you just did.”

She looked down at his crotch. “Come on,” she coaxed, “I just want to SEE it,” she spoke, seduction in her eyes. They both knew full well she wanted to do more than ‘see’ it.

He reached for his bathrobe belt and she immediately dropped to her knees. He froze.

She immediately looked up and was met with his puzzled expression.

“You don’t expect me to get a good look from up there,” she reasoned.

“I guess not,” he conceded.

To her, it seemed to take forever for him to untie his knot. She licked her lips as she recalled the countless number of times she thought about what his cock felt like inside her. The thought alone made her wet. The belt fell away and she waited like an eager audience member, ready for the curtains to pull back for a one-man show. The robe barely hid the bulge beneath. Finally, he pulled the robe back and she almost fell on her ass in surprise.

“WOW! That is a big fella,” She commented, impressed. “It’s only half-erect,” she said sympathetically.

“Well, I was only watching the home movie for 10 minutes before you showed up,” he felt the need to explain.

“I can fix that,” she said enthusiastically.

Gently, with her right hand, she took hold of the base of his cock. He flinched at her touch. “Dry as the desert,” she remarked compassionately.

Before he could object, she opened wide and engulfed him. He was about to push her away when she started sucking him off. His arms dropped to his sides, enjoying her mouth and tongue. Fervently, she bobbed back and forth, feeling his manhood İstanbul Escort coming to life in her mouth. She undid her bathrobe, becoming turned on by his arousal. The delicate digits of her left hand probed her throbbing clit rubbing it in a circular motion.

After several minutes, he felt her softly moaning on his dick. He sensed the slight shaking of her body as she fingered herself. Her breaths were coming faster as she was about to climax. She was dismayed when he unexpectedly drew back from her, slipping his dick from her mouth and hand.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, fearfully.

His hand signaled for her to stand. “No. In fact, you did everything right. So I’m gonna reward you.”

He knelt before her. “That’s not really necessary.” She felt that he was trying to reward her for the bj. Like he felt obligated to return the favor. So she tried to dissuade him.

Without listening, he lifted her right leg over his shoulder as his tongue slid in and out of her, teasing her on what penetration would feel like. Her fingers grabbed handfuls of his hair as he brought her to climax.

“Changed my mind! This is totally necessary!” she exclaimed joyfully.

He disengaged. “You will never have to make yourself cum as long as I’m around,” he promised her.

Her legs were already trembling. “Please keep going,” she implored him.

For the next 5 minutes, she came continuously. Her fluids dripped from her pussy only to be licked up by his hungry mouth. Unable to stand it anymore, she pushed his head back.

“Did I do something?” he asked, concerned.

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

With her right leg still slumped over his shoulder, he stood up while gently holding her leg in place. Fully aware that she did yoga, he knew this wouldn’t be a problem. Finally, at full height, they were in the Barbell position.

She was so desperate that she took hold of his cock and guided it inside her. It slipped in easy thanks to the saliva and her lubrication. Both her arms stretched out and grabbed his shoulders for support. Bending slightly with his knees, he started in upwards thrusts. Each one went deep inside of her. She gasped with each deep thrust. Enjoying the way her walls contracted around his dick, he increased speed. Her long, slow breaths were replaced by quick pants. Every few moments, she experienced an orgasm. She longed for an encore.

“Lift my other leg next to the first,” she instructed.

Unable to deny a woman in need, he pressed her against the nearby hallway wall for support. She lifted her left leg so he could take hold of it. He carefully guided her other leg over his shoulder. Now, he was able to penetrate her deeper than before.

“Move me away from the wall so you can bounce me on your cock,” she instructed. Following her suggestion, he withdrew from the wall, only to have her fully-toned body pressed against him. She wanted to feel him deep inside her.

“Oof,” he grunted. “You are heavier than you look,” he remarked carelessly.

“WHAT?” she responded, irked.

“Ohh…Ummm… I said you have heavenly good looks,” he lied poorly.

“Nice save there, Cowboy,” she commended, “now, bounce me.”

Always willing to help a woman in need, he took hold of her ass with his hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support. She only had a few seconds before his hips and hands sent her up in the air. She landed back down on his cock with a shuddering pant. She only had precious seconds before being airborne again. She barely had a blink of an eye to savor his vast, relentless dives inside her. She was overwhelmed and panting. A deep, slow-rolling orgasm washed through Julie in waves. Her inner walls gripped him, sending wild shudders through his body as he felt her orgasm.

She released her hands from his upper body.

“Wait. Stop,” she breathed heavily.

The experience was becoming too intense for her.

“I love how quickly you cum,” he praised her.

She recalled a few nights ago when his ex-girlfriend yelled, “Yes! Right there! Almost there! Almost…”

She’s been ‘almost there for 20 minutes, she recalled. Just hurry up and reach your peak already. Then immediately fall asleep, leaving him unsatisfied, so I’ll be able to come over to finish the job.

“I love how you DON’T cum fast,” she repaid his compliment.

Catching her meaning, he recalled how she rarely had guys over. And on those rare Escort İstanbul occasions, she invites them in, only to kick them out minutes later saying, “Thanks for nothing,”

She was able to tell he was getting worn out by holding her. It had been a good ten minutes. A very GOOD ten minutes.

“Ok. Put me down. Lay down on the coffee table in your living room,” she happily guided him.

Following her lead, he was on his back, his erection was harder than it’s ever been in his life. She moved into a standing cowgirl position over him. While facing him she slipped him inside her. She lowered herself until he was buried all the way in and filled her completely

She methodically rocked her hips back and forth. She looked deeply into his eyes.

“You know,” she began. “I overheard you stroking your cock till you’d cum whenever your girlfriend would leave you high and dry. Which was almost always,” she confessed.

His face grew red with embarrassment.

“Don’t be ashamed,” she comforted. “I would listen to you in my apartment with my fingers between my legs moaning quietly along with you. I fantasized you were penetrating me. It was the only craving that lulled me into sleep most nights. You wouldn’t believe how many times I had to restrain myself from coming in here and fucking you. I knew you liked me but suppressed my urges for you out of respect for your girlfriend.” she admitted.

“Why are you telling me this?” he inquired.

“Because I will never leave a job half-done,” she affirmed.

She moved her hips faster to show him proof of her conviction, causing him to grab hold of her outer thighs in pleasure. Her breathing increased until she climaxed hard. “And I will enjoy every second doing it,” she said lustily.

After 20 minutes of hard cock riding, she had to privately come clean that she maybe over-promised on making him cum. Suddenly, she devised a different plan. “I think I’ll wrap a different type of lips around your dick.”

“That’s really not necessary,” he insisted.

My sore twat and exhausted thighs beg to argue, she silently disagreed.

She rose off of his dick, leaving a trail of fluid on it. She stepped back until she was in the right area for his groin. Bending over she took him in her mouth. She sucked him like it was the most delicious popsicle in the world.

“I changed my mind. This is totally necessary!” he confirmed excitedly.

After a few minutes, her skillful tongue made him release in her mouth. He spasmed for several seconds. She swallowed it all down. “Pledge Kept,” she announced proudly.

“Now, it’s my turn to get some shuteye after climaxing,” he spoke, pleased with a gratified smile.

She gave a small chuckle of relief.

“I think we both can,” she assured him.

They retired to his bedroom. With her head pressed to his chest, his fingers caressed her forearm and she fell into a blissful dream with his arms protectively covering her upper body.

An annoying, buzzing alarm jolted her wake. Why does my beeping smartphone seem so far away? she wondered half-awake. She sensed something heavy over her chest. “What..the…?” she started, baffled. She looked down to see his arm embracing her. She immediately spun her body around. There he was, peacefully smiling.

“Good morning,” he greeted her.

She seemed astonished at first. I can’t believe I did it. I actually DID IT!, he secretly praised herself.

He was unsure of her shocked expression as he nervously ran his hand through his hair. “I hope you don’t regret what we did,” he feared.

In response, she rolled him onto his posterior before hopping on top of him. She leaned down to kiss him.

“I’d love to stay except I hear my phone in my apartment going off. I’ll be late for work if I don’t get going,” she explained.

She picked up her robe off the floor where they had discarded them in advance.

“Will I see…” he worried.

“Whatever you are horny or lonely, just remember the Girl in 314.”

Epilogue

In the late afternoon, he heard the clickety-clack of high heels coming down the hallway. The reverberation came to a halt in front of his door. An impatient knock superseded it. Upon answering, he saw her wearing a business suit and a flushed face.

“I’ve had a long, hard day. Now, I need something long and hard to help me forget about it,” she disclosed.

“What about ‘me’ coming to your door?” he challenged.

“I’ve been reminiscing about the sex we had all day. I even took a few ‘bathroom breaks’ to privately rub one out,” she clarified.

“So no foreplay?” he teased.

“I’ve been horny this whole day. So…no,” she pointed out.

She walked in and closed the door behind her. “Now, strip,” she commanded.

“Yes, mama,” he obliged.